Something about life

What happens when you decide upon a deadline and don't meet it? In some cases, you might even die or cause deaths and destructions. Fortunately, a little punishment would be enough in this case. It is the fourth day from the last blog post. I did what I am best at doing. Procrastinating! But I cannot abandon this thread. It is way more personal than any of you can imagine. In fact, it is way more personal than I would ever mention aloud. Twist in the story is, this particularly incident is not what I witnessed, but in my defence, I heard it straight from horse's mouth. It took place in Jodhpur, my very own sun city. It resurfaced day before while working in kitchen on an omlette. In the year 1999, The Lonely Planet listed a small shop from Jodhpur as the "The omlette shop". Cheap price, quality and the element of surprise made the man behind the counter a superstar and his business boomed after it. So much so, that he scrapped everything else off his men...

Blame it on poor health, but having not left the house for many days deprives you of many things. These stories I intend to write are one of them.  It's been almost two weeks now that I am house arrested for this terrible lung infection I have. I always wanted a vacation, just not of this kind. And for the promise I made to myself, I had to dig up stories from past. Well, the thread must go on! Another incident which knocked at my door last week is related to my household help. She seems to be in her late thirties going by the stories she has told me. To the naive eyes, she won't look a day older than 25. A mother of four, and a wife of a construction worker she has a lot going on in her life. She is unlike some of the people I came across from her trade. I, along with many Indian ladies, have had both good and bad experience in terms of house helps. They can at times be pain in neck. But if there is some good karma in your kitty, you would find one who is nice. My karm...

As promised, I woke up this morning with the determination to write for this new thread. There was an incident playing at the back of my mind since last few days and I wanted it to be the opener. There is a middle tier vegetable vendor in my society market. Now if you are residing or have resided in India, and I am not counting the tourists in, you would know what I am talking about. This guy has a fixed place to operate, a land line telephone connection which helps him home delivering the orders and customised bills which he uses more as a visiting card than for its usual purpose. No, he does not go out handing it over to people on street, he just hands over one if you would want to order something over phone the next time.   We have all heard our share of stories to know that he is not really going through a financial crisis of any sort. And we know better than to look down at people like these. After all, at times their daily income is much more than what we earn sitting i...

So after failing royally at much talked about hundred days challenges, I decided that things that shallow are not for me. Call that sour grapes, for that is what it is. I decided to come up with something original. Few things which I had improvised and adapted had given me much pleasure and positivity that I decided to keep getting "inspired" and taking credit for it. For example, the idea of making someone happy in my version was, to pay an honest compliment to someone who is not expecting it. Now that of course had certain conditions attached with it. The compliment need not be a ground breaking one, "nice dress", "I like your hair colour" would suffice. But it should be meant and sound genuine. It worked! Now I don't know if people have cracked interviews or have saved lives just because I paid them a compliment in the morning, but it worked in my favour a lot many times. For example, the Janitor on Sydney airport who took all the trouble to f...

I will chose my own battles, and you may chose your own.   Just don't be disappointed   if they are not the same. Some people change, for the good.   And some of us don't complain. We try to make it right, And we do not explain. If we think its not going to Be right for a while, Silently we move away And walk alone a mile. If we turn back and see you, Making an effort to connect We will welcome you once again All wrongs, we will forget But if you will let us go, There are many turns on the way We will wish you good luck,   And will keep walking away! So let it be the way it is, Some stories just don't last. I am sure you will get many friends The world is way too vast! And I am happy in my own world, The way I want it to be. I don't want to be saturated like you, I just want to be free! As they say, to each Its just their own And it is going to be A battle never won!

Now all is said and done, I am left with a blue scarf As that was one piece of cloth, they did not have to tear apart From the lady with a camera to my milk man Everybody asks me how I feel repeatedly What do I say to their questions? When words have failed me completely I want to tell them that I celebrated Like any other mother, when she was born I loved her when she held my finger first And I love her even now when I mourn She was a chirpy child like any other With her pigtails and eyes so bright And she smiled every time She got her maths sums right We had many sleepless nights When she was a child How we wanted her to grow up then To get rid of an adventure so wild How were we to know, that For rest of our lives we would never sleep she was our proud and honor, but her memory has  left a scar so deep I don’t know what they saw in her Or what she did which was so wrong To see her in the group of girls returning ...