Saturday, July 2, 2016


And i laugh out loud Ha...ha...ha!! seriously. Some days back, I was boasting in front of my better half..."....and i smartly lied and escaped the situation." And while we were giggling about it...from behind, "mamma! why did you lie...when you tell me not to do so?"
For a moment we were speechless and red faced....I was clueless that my little daughter could now understand things so clearly. Somehow, we managed the situation...we were caught; caught lying!!
My little girl's accusation made me ponder.. when i taught her about telling truth, i forgot to tell her a basic one. "LIES" were going to be a part and parcel of her life.
She made me think, as to why do we lie...??i came up with some reasons. Firstly and mostly because we know we are wrong. Secondly, out of fear of the reaction of the third person (be it anger or mockery). Thirdly, when we don't have the patience to make the other person see our viewpoint....
and Lastly, just to avoid the situation. (well, at least these are some reasons i could come up with).
Whatever be the reasons...ultimately we resort to lies....i guess cause its easier. I asked my grandmother in law...she started explaining me about satyug ..kalyug..Mahabharata. According to her it was the effect of kalyug. Another reason, i she poked me and said sometimes its important to lie...Just that your lie shouldn't harm anyone.
Anyhow, that day when i went to bed my daughter still had the same question on her lips. I distracted her by taking her to an imaginary world of chocolates..( chocolate etc). I had no answer this time.....maybe when she grows up, life would teach her how, why and when to LIE.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Being a Homemaker

"Hey you studied so much but you are not working???"...many stay at home mums...would raise their hands, if i ask them have you ever faced this question. I gulp down a lump every time they ask. "They?" who are "they".....yes I'm smiling...they are those people who claim to be your well wishers... but forget to ask in what makes you happy. Dear they, I'm not unhappy...I am a proud home maker...and I'm loving it. Oh! I don't know how it feels like earning thousands...I don't have a per capita income....I,at think, how does it feel to earn and spend those green pastures( money... money).
My income, is in terms of satisfaction that I get by cooking a wonderful meal and every time he(hubby) takes a dakar...oh! dats a bonus!!!When my kid runs and hugs me after a tired day at school.Oooh dat hug is like...."mamma its a relief to see you". Yes I'm immensely fortunate to witness my kids first smile....first walk....I never wanted someone to tell me" didi aaj apki beti hasi"...." didi maine apki beti ko chalna sikhaya"( not that any working woman feels bad about it...cos what is my gain is her pride and sacrifice...she misses all that for the society at large).
Dear "they" I may not be contributing to the practical GDP of the country....but my impractical per capita is at an all time high. "They"....don't mind... knowledge is not measured by how much you earn....its by how much you apply it in your day to day work. Presence of mind, is not only tested in the files that one completes...but also....every time a guest comes in and I'm unprepared....every time my kid refuses to take bath....yes!!! I complete all my work with atleast an 80%. Like you, I even have bad days and still say myself tomorrow's gonna be perfect.
Dear "they"....I know you are worried about me....but believe me I don't kill mosquitoes all day....well dats actually a very important work imagine a world free of malaria..dengue!!!.Anyways I also apply my brains all day...and it seems my education was not all that useless...i guess....though i would also, like to receive that package at the end of the month...!!!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Remembering you!!

“Baba,  baba…what is the time to?” (reader’s don’t get confused cause this is a cute kid’s …me…vocabulary for asking the time”). “its 4:30”; he replied. The next moment I was ready in my trademark pink colored frock and was searching for matching shoes to wear …(!!)  and sitiing on the rear seat of my ride...and ghooooooon!! went the Baja kooshter( can’t help it folks…scooter was kooshter then). ‘AP57356’, ..i am an amnesiac when it cames to names and numbers… but the former are the alphabets and numbers….i’ll never forget. The blue colored Bajaj scooter…prized possession of my father...his best friend.
There are fond memories of our long rides…of our unique sitting posture(I and my sister used to sit with our back towards baba’s back)…and we loved waving hands at people and it was like a competition for us… whoever got the more number of waves in return would be the winner. Whenever we studied maths near baba…  (well we were horrible at it…so the scoldings …and teary faces)…a ride on it was his compensation for his anger.  Know what!! I first learnt riding on it…just like my Baba it was so strong and dependable. How can I forget those short naps on it holding baba tightly…and everytime the ad of bajaj played on the idiot box…I and my lil sis would sing in chorus  “hamaaara bajaj…hamaaara bajaj.”
Durga puja festivals were like a get together occasion for the whole town of Rourkela…the roads would be jammed…and traffic ,which basically is never a problem in my hometown…would be at its  worst.. but ‘hamara Bajaj’ escaped slyly through the narrow twists and turns. One day I, and my parents went for purchasing the green and healthy delicacies…while returning as usual….the big kumbhakaran that I am…I slept holding my father…when we reached home, guess what? Mamma…she wasn’t there behind me…he he we left her in the market.. ( I guess my forgetfulness is an inherited trait ;)). Well she returned…I could see her sitting on a rikshaw with the bag of veggies and believe me the whole scene looked like a scene from history…I mean RaniLlakshmi bai sitting on a horse ready to attack her enemy. Well I and hamara bajaj were giggling..well, not literally but I felt it must also be having a great time.
It had been a part of our humanly emotions… smiles, tears, anger…it stayed with us for 25 long years ….and now its gone….!! My hero (baba), whom I had never seen cry…couldn’t control his emotions the day he bade it a was an indispensible part of our small family…yes biologically it is nonliving….but some emotional strings had wound us all together. They say man has come naked and will go naked…still I wish today it was still there with us. It had seen us prosper and seen us happy and sad….but it stood by us till the last….!!!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

APRIL 2nd, WORLD CUP 2011.......

The  day started with a prayer,
We don't ask much god, but
This world cup is Sachin's share.

Anxiety reached the mountain's top
Will India win the World Cup, and
Make every Indian's  heart stop?

Brilliant fielding coupled with bowling
We thought were doing the trick, till
Jayawardene silenced the crowd's howling.

With every stroke of his bat ...
Our apex beat had risen,
Will we be able to stop that?

With two seventy five runs to chase,
When Sachin and  Sehwag got out,
Can we get out of this tricky maze?

Gambhir and Kohli answered our worship,
Sailed us through the rough tides,
With a magnificent and daring partnership.

When Virat Kohli was caught out,
Lankans silenced the roaring crowd, but
Gambhir and Dhoni excelled without doubt.

Oh! Gambhir's out, We were in a fix...
But Yuvi filled his place perfectly
And Captain Dhoni finished it with a six.

What followed were happy and winning tears
hugs, laughter, shouting, celebrations, chaos
Yes! this world cup won't be forgotten for years....

One of the most memorable day in every Indian's life!!! :)

Thursday, March 24, 2011


"I expected that she would be there for me"; this was the statement that I blurted out, just a few days ago. It made me think about EXPECTATIONS..... what does it actually mean?? It means we predecide the reaction of a person on the other side,i.e, whether he should laugh/cry/get irritated...etc etc.
Parents expect that their children should get good grades in all subjects.How can they expect good grades in science when actually the kid is in love with history and is not interested in science.
Friend's expect.... I was there for her so he/she should be there for me.Well, maybe you did something for him /her, but you cannot decide whether they'll do something for you. Maybe they have some more important commitments then....maybe you are not as important to them as you treat them to be.
I expected he would play well, he normally does so. May be he is injured , may be he is not well, may be he didn't sleep last night....
How can we expect certain from completely different people...whose mentalities, working conditions, life itself... can never be like ours..because we definitely are different.
And then we say "EXPECTATIONS hurt". Yes!! they definitely will, because we think we can decide for others.
So, my dear friends...... the only person you can expect from is yourself and noone else, because you understand yourself better than you understand anyone else.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

I MARRIED YOU..........

You must have heard of the age old love stories…. LAILA-MAJNU……………;HEER-RANJHA….. ROMEO-JULIET…; and the list goes on!!!! All were great lovers of their times and are idols for the young generation especially for those who are in love. Have you noticed something…. All the legends…. Whom I just mentioned were NOT MARRIED. Had they married they wouldn’t have got a place in history. Cause, marriage with it brings so much more responsibility and still more patience to fill in the vast differences between two people.

Every time you see your husband throwing things here and there, making your shelf untidy whenever he takes out his shirt, losing things and looking at you…… as if you misplaced it somewhere….. lolz … the LOVE just VANISHES into thin air. And the same rule applies for husbands….. When their bank accounts seem like crashing stock markets every time their wives come out of a beauty parlor smiling… when they make a droopy face and say… this is the last jewelery ill purchase or when the hungry husband returns home and is greeted by a pathetic face…. Sooooorryyy I forgot to tell you… rice wasn’t there at home … so I didn’t cook…LOVE just EVAPORATES…

Seriously, we forgot to pay respect to all those people who with all these differences still stayed with each other and cared for each other. This is LOVE… when everyday in the morning you are happy to see your better half lying beside you, peacefully… although yesterday night you had a big argument. When you know although you both are so different still the other one is the only person before whom you can tell whatever you want…… . When no matter how depressed you are… you forget your worries trying to make the other happy. When there is someone who braves your failures and celebrates your successes as if it were his/hers. When although one fights with you… still when you are hurt cries for you… when one is angry on you…. Still prays to god if you are late for home….

So, dear friends at least for me, from now on, its NOT gonna be the usual I LOVE YOU.. but forever and ever I MARRIED YOU

Sunday, June 6, 2010


“Tia, no you can’t go alone”; “mamma please, im already in my 11th, I can go alone……’s only 18 kms from here”; “keep the phone Tia, let papa come we will go together, I have lots of work today.” But as expected the phone rang and from the other side and a male voice said, “Tia beta, don’t worry you take out your bicycle and ill handle your mom ……..and don’t forget to give my wishes to your friend”. Papa is the best……. That’s what Tia thought and gave the phone to her mom……….. Mrs. Ray’s husband as always took his daughters side “Priya, she’s old enough let her go ……her friend stays only 18 kms from here if she leaves now she’ll reach in 1 hour….we should let her discover the world and here all know us, there wont be any problem”…..Mrs. ray kept the phone and looked at tia and said “ok, you can go and don’t forget to call me back as soon as you reach, and wait wait take this gajar ka halwa she really likes it.” Tia shouted, “You are the best parents ever”……and she went down the lane of her first ever journey alone……..

“Bye Hari uncle…….bye Chachi…hey Sunita im going to my Sarita’s house on my bicycle”…….Sunita waved at her and shouted “have a nice day Tia and tell me how was it.” On the way she stopped near a park and plucked some fresh flowers for her best friend and smiled and said, “sarita, it will be the best surprise for your birthday.” It was 4:00 pm and the weather was quite a pleasant one…..but oh god this wasn’t in plans it started raining heavily and she stopped at a small bus stand. A man with a big moustache was standing there and gave her a grim look…….there were three ladies sitting and gossiping they didn’t even turn to look at her……just then a young boy entered the dilapidated bus stand and kept staring at her……but, she was just bothered that, was the rain going to spoil her otherwise first….would be… adventurous short trip….. all alone. The rain didn’t seem to stop and she was already very tired. She decided to take a short nap.

Suddenly she heard so many voices …..As if there was some party going on. She opened her eyes to see that it was 8:00 pm. “Oh god! I slee….pt so laaate….oh my god what am I doing in this palace? My bicycle??” She turned to see it was kept right behind her but it wasn’t leaning to a dilapidated wall. The wall was polished one with craft work on it. She was confused and thought how tensed her mom would be??? She stepped outside the room …… it was a magnificent palace and there were so many men and women celebrating. All dressed, like the people in the fairy stories, that her grand mother used to tell her, when she was small. All dressed in exquisite jewellery and such beautiful costumes…..her eyes remained fixed they didn’t blink even. Suddenly someone pulled her inside and pushed her to the corner wall and closed her mouth…..two armed men crossed the balcony where she was standing. She stamped the feet of the boy who held her and blurted out, “you are the same boy who was standing in the bus stand?” “But why are you dressed like a prince”…… he smiled and said, “Because I’m the prince and it’s my engagement ceremony going on.” Suddenly Tia felt that she was staring at a very handsome young man…….prince. “What is your name?” she asked. He replied “I am Adwaitya”……. “But how did I come here? And why did you pull me inside when you saw those guards coming.” He replied, “You won’t understand”…… “If they had seen you they would have killed you”…….. “But why??? What have I done I don’t even know where I am?”….. “You are in the palace of Maharaja Ranjit.” Suddenly they heard a shrill voice “Rajkumar Adwaitya …….. Rajkumar Adwaitya” …….

He went outside keeping Tia guessing what was happening. An elderly woman in a beautiful sari …was enquiring. Adwaitya said, “Pranam matashri”. The over dressed woman asked “What are you doing in this room?”…. “No no im not doing anything”….. Then she moved her fingers on his head and continued “I know you are upset. I know you don’t want to marry but believe me it’s for your good that maharaja has arranged this girl……..look at Mrimayee how beautiful she is looking.” He didn’t say anything but told he would go down in some time……..the lady smiled at her and went away. Meanwhile Tia was almost in tears. He returned back to her and said “how can you girls cry so easily, I wish, I could even cry and tell that I don’t want to marry her……and anyways you look still prettier when you cry”……… and as all must be knowing once you praise a woman she forgets her tears…….and tia wasn’t any exception…….she blushed and said “stop joking and tell me how can I go from here.” He was lost in her small tiny eyes which already looked lost. He held her hand and took her to a door behind the room…..Tia said... “Oh! I forgot my cycle” wait here ill get it and in next few moments they got inside a big cave like thing with many torches …….it led into a beautiful and a big garden… had flowers of all types …….Adwaitya plucked one beautiful pink rose and gave it to her and then plucked a blood red apple and said “ you must be hungry please have it” just then Tia realized that she had been very selfish all this while and asked, “So, the Rajkumar doesn’t want to marry but he’s being forced to marry……” he stopped there and held her hand and said, “Tia, if I tell something you won’t believe. When I saw you in the bus stand standing alone smiling to yourself……I had lost my heart to you that very moment……I had agreed to get married but after I saw you I…..” Tia was shocked and of course very happy that PRINCE had fallen in love with her……..but she hid her happiness and showed only the shock “what?” ……. “Yes Tia” , but you don’t belong to my world and …….then suddenly he pulled her inside a bush and group of men, all armed, walked down the way…..trampling the tender grasses below there feet. Meanwhile through the leaves in the bushes, Tia kept on staring at him…….and as soon as they went she asked “ what do you mean by that and what world…… who are you?” “Tia, its 16th century……” that was enough to make Tia faint…….

“Tia beta ……….Tia beta open your eyes, I told you but you didn’t listen”………..the voices seemed like her parents voices. She opened her eyes and there she was lying on the lap of her mother. “How did I come here?......I was……I was…..” her father caressed her hair and said beta don’t worry uncle Hari saw that you had fainted in a bus stand…… he had gone to take shelter there because of rains….. “And… where is Adwaitya…..”….. “Which Adwaitya, Tia you were there alone in the bus stand”…… she looked at her right hand the pink rose was still there in it………and closed her eyes and slept……

While going that way again Tia kept staring at the bus stand till it perished from her eyes……. The car stopped at a small black colored gate and her granny came out and hugged her tightly….that day at night granny told Tia……. “Tia you know, that old bus stand on the way …….people say it was a big palace long back……and it is said that……it was a fateful night…..the prince of the palace had his engagement but there was a fire outbreak and the whole palace had perished.” Tia took out her diary and took out the rose and asked “Was the name of the prince Adwaitya?” granny said “I don’t know the name of the prince but the king was Maharaja Ranjit”……….. A drop of tear rolled down her eyes and fell on a petal of the flower…….and she wrote in her diary, “I don’t even know whether my first love was a truth or dream…….”