Curlies

‘Rex said I was fat!’ exclaimed Alice, ‘…am I fat, Jojo?’ she implored her sister
‘Yes you are.’ replied Jojo, as she flexed her limbs
‘And you’re mean!’ exclaimed Alice, again.
Jojo shrugged nonchalantly, as she looked into the distance
‘Look at Tina there,’ pointed Alice, ‘and look at Rex looking at her! Do you think he likes Tina?’
Jojo turned to look and made a face, ‘How does it matter?’
‘I think he does. And he likes her because she’s thin!’ spat out Alice, even as she started flexing her limbs.
‘If only you concentrated more on what you are supposed to do…’ Jojo started a slow jog on the spot.
‘And what is that supposed to mean, missy?!’ asked Alice, even as she started jogging.
‘That means practice, practice, practice, so hard that you don’t even notice Tom has eyes only for you!’ Jojo increased her speed and then started rushing forward.
‘Why you! Really? Truly?’ asked Alice, blushing and speeding towards her sister.
‘Yes! Truly! Now race you, FATSO!’ grinned Jojo as she gathered momentum, and both the waves rushed gracefully to meet the shore.


*This story is the result of my Goa Vacay hangover:) One week of living on the beach and looking at the water and waves for hours on end, I wondered what would go on in their minds as they went about their business. This story is the result of one such thought:)))) *

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Looks are deceptive

Looks are deceptive
Looks are deceptive, aren’t they, thought Malathi as she pulled out a golf club from her husband’s golf kit resting behind the door. The smallest club seemed to be the heaviest, she smirked. What all could it do, besides hitting a ball, she wondered ? Kill a cockroach? Crack a skull, perhaps?

Looks are truly deceptive, she smirked again. After all who would have imagined that her veshti wearing, burping after meals, and napping whenever and wherever possible husband would turn into a smart trouser wearing, energetic, English speaking and Golf playing gentleman overnight?

He had now started subscribing to a famous English newspaper (no regional paper for me, Malathi, they write rubbish!), had stopped eating rice (not good to eat everyday it seems, she rolled her eyes each time she thought of that statement) and spent more money than she did on the household expenses for a month, on just a few pairs of clothes!

When she asked him how much the golf kit had cost he had laughed it off, adding ‘Don’t want to give you a heart attack, Malathi’ As if she was that weak! When she had survived his mother, his aunts and his sisters, what was the cost of some stupid game accessory going to do to her, she harrumphed!
As she went about her chores, she could hear his soft snores coming from the bedroom. Rain had forced him to cut short his game of Golf and he had returned unexpectedly.

Disappointing Malathi. She wasn’t prepared for him being home early.

After being abandoned for Golf, Malathi had set her own routine. As soon as her husband left for his game Malathi finished her chores. She then called up her best friend and they both discussed everything they couldn’t discuss with others, for an hour. Then Malathi watched her favorite serials as she lunched. A short nap later she was ready and refreshed to wait on her husband, who left a trail of mess and rattled off a list of demands as soon as he stepped into the house. For the first time in her life she was doing what she wanted to and had time to herself. And it felt good.

She turned angry now. Why didn’t her feelings ever matter? Why hadn’t her wishes mattered? Her children too didn’t care for her, and her grandchildren were following their path. All anyone ever looked forward to was her cooking. ‘Amma make this! Amma make that! Paati make me this! Malathi make that!’ That was all she was remembered and needed for.

Anger and hurt vied for the No 1 spot in her brain.

Malathi tiptoed towards her sleeping husband, golf club in hand. He was snoring away. Should she? Shouldn’t she? She clutched tightly at the handle of the club as she felt the sweat from her palms making it slip a little.
She took a deep breath. And Malathi swung up the golf club, and swung it down with all her might. 

Thwack!

The skull split in two. 

And Malathi picked up the twin halves of the coconut, as she brushed away the twinge of guilt for bruising the golf club.

Scared To Death

Rakhi looked up in awe at the huge billboards forming the façade of a brand new mall. Bright colors and well-dressed people dotted the entrance and compound circling it. Sitting, standing, laughing, eating, holding hands, everyone looked happy. How much everything has changed, sighed Rakhi  
Just as she was about to move forward she thought she saw a familiar face. Was that Raghav, son of her former neighbour’s, the Makhija’s? The boy had his face bent, intently concentrating on his mobile as he waited to cross the road. Why doesn’t he look up so I can confirm it is Raghav, fretted Rakhi.
As if he’d heard her, the boy looked up and stepped forward to cross the road, when from nowhere a garbage truck came hurtling towards him. The boy was flung in the air, and fell to the ground with a thud. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and time stood still. Till blood began seeping out from under his head and started forming a puddle. That is when a girl screamed. No one had realized that the garbage truck had sped away.
Rakhi was too stunned to react. She stood still. She couldn’t absorb what she had just witnessed. Was that really Raghav, or someone else? After all she had seen him as a little boy last. She too wanted to scream like that girl but no sound came out.
Rakhi walked into the house. Her mother-in-law looked at her and they silently exchanged a conversation. In another lifetime, Rakhi and her mother-in-law had never got along. Her mother-in-law had troubled her endlessly and Rakhi had borne it all. But they were in a different space now, where they understood each other well.
Rakhi started into the distance. Her mother-in-law came and stood beside her. She knew enough to let her be, till Rakhi could not hold back and a torrent of words spilled out of her. After a while a tear rolled down Rakhi’s cheek, others followed suit immediately and soon turned into great big heaving sobs. Her mother-in-law looked at her with compassion in her eyes, she knew exactly what Rakhi was feeling. That look increased the sobs, which had now turned into hiccups.
Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law were standing side by side in silent solidarity when Ravi walked it on the scene. He looked at his mother’s somber face, and his wife’s tear stained one and gritted his teeth.
‘Again, Rakhi?!’ he spat out.
‘Let her be, Ravi’ answered his mother
‘I can’t, Aai (mother)! I am fed up!’
‘Ravi…I saw him…I saw him being hit…by a vehicle…’said Rakhi, between sobs
‘So? So what? When will you stop reacting like this?! When?’
‘I…I..’ Rakhi could not complete her sentence.
‘You know how she has always been, Ravi. Extra sensitive. Don’t be so harsh and impatient with her.’ chided his mother.
‘Harsh? Impatient?Which world are you living in?!’ Ravi let out a sarcastic laugh
‘Ravi…I can’t forget…that…boy’ Rakhi tried to explain
‘It reminded you of our accident, didn’t it?’ asked her mother-in-law, making Rakhi start a fresh round of sobs, as she replied with frantic nods, unable to speak anymore

‘Oh Rakhi!’ Ravi’s face softened, ‘will you ever accept that we are no longer mortals, after all three of us died in that road accident 10 years ago?’

10 to 1 of Me!

You know what I’ve just realised? I’ve turned into a chor narcissist!
Chor (thief) because I am busy chorofying blog topics from every blog I visit and narcissist because I’ve been choosing topics that require me to write about my favourite topic, ME!:)))

As long as I am blogging everyday, as all is fair in love, war and blogging!

Here goes my post for today, this tag is now doing the rounds of multiple blogs.



TEN HOW’S!

How did you get one of your scars? 
I have a scar on the left side of my lower lip, which I am told was courtesy a 2 and half year old me (sometime in the 13th BC) insisting on carrying a glass of water on a tray, tripping on a slipper while doing so and cutting her lip open on a piece of the the broken glass.
The lip needed stitches but no one in my family allowed it and the doctor left it to heal naturally. So it is now a scar. Which still throbs and hurts when I am somewhere extremely cold. Sacchi.

How did you celebrate your last birthday?
You know, I hate birthdays, they get me very self conscious and all. Just throw cake and pressies at me from a distance and leave me alone, now that would be my ideal birthday celebration!
Last one (June 6, every year) was spent answering wishes that came through phone calls and all forms of social media after which we braved pouring rain, and a horrendous traffic jam because of it, to reach a surprise location chosen for dinner by The Husband. 

How are you feeling at this moment?
Nice-ish, after cleaning the house to within an inch of it’s life and a long, hot shower later.

How did your night go last? 
I slept like the dead.

How did you do in high school? 
Average. I hated studying.

How did you get the shirt you are wearing?
Not wearing a shirt.

How often do you see your best friends?  
I last saw one my best friends 18 years ago. Met another one a year ago. Met Mom and Dad, who are my bestest friends, 4 months ago.

How much money did you spend last month? 
Not much. I’m learning to be careful with money.

How old do you want to be when you get married? 
I wanted to be 26 when I got married, but wasn’t.

How old will you be at your next birthday?
A lovely set of even numbers.

9 WHAT’S!
Your mother’s name? 
Shakti. Yes I tease her by addressing her as, ‘Shakti Kapoor’.

What did you do last weekend? 
Read, watched TV, lazed. 

What is the most important part of your life? 
I’m not sure how to answer this really, but I really enjoy my space, writing and Tarot Reading.

What would you rather be doing? 
I’d rather be writing a book, but the muse isn’t being kind.

What did you last cry over? 
I saw this Google advert recently, about a father-son and Sholay. That teared me up a bit.

What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? 
Chocolate. Venting. Killing the person, who got me upset, in my imagination. Brutually.

What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? 
Post marriage I just try to live down the shocks and surprises, both pleasant and not so pleasant!

What did you have for breakfast? 
I have Oats at least 6 days a week. Surprise, today was Oats day!:)

8 YOU’S!
Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? 
Yes, many. Salman Khan. Benicio Del Torro. Ben Affleck. Vin Diesel. 

Have you ever had your heart broken? 
Yes. Romantically and otherwise (friends, family, bloody relatives etc)

Have you ever been out of the country?
Yes.

Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? 
Last week I was busy whatsapping and lifted a plate covering water that was boiling on the gas. Really hot plate=burnt finger and thumb=too much pain=lecture from Husband and Mom about how i am ‘always on the phone’

Have you ever been back-stabbed by a friend? 
My stab wounds have hardened to form an armour that now protects me * that was good, wasn’t it? smug look on face* 

Have you ever had sex on the beach? 
Yes. Now let your imagination run wild! Lol!

Have you ever read an entire book in a day? 
I usually do.

7 WHO’S!
Who was the last person you saw? 
The garbage collector.

Who was the last person you texted? 
My Sister

Who was the last person you hung out with? 
The Husband

Who was the last person to call you? 
The Husband

Who did you last hug? 
The Husband

Who is the last person who texted you? 
An  offer that said I have won a few hundred million dollars and asking for my bank account details so those caring souls could deposit it in my account.

Who is the last person you said, “I Love You” to? 
I say it to myself, everyday.

6 WHERE’S!
Where do your best friends live? 
London, Pune, Bombay.

Where did you last go? 
Ranthambore and Jaipur.

Where did you last hang out?
MTR, Lalbagh. Good coffee and Dosas were had.
Where did you go to school? 
St Teresas Convent High School, Bombay.

Where is your favorite place to be?  
Anywhere with a book.

Where did you sleep last night? 
On the left side of the bed, on MY left side too. Just being specific:)

5 DO’S!
Do you think anyone likes you? 
People either love me or fear me. There is no in-between ;-D 

Do you ever wish you were someone else?
Never. Ever.

Do you know the muffin man? 
No. I only know ‘Muffin Top’. Mine.

Does the future scare you? 
No.

Do your parents know about your blog?
My parents are tech-challenged 🙂

4 WHY’S!
Why are you best friends with your best friend? 
We compliment each others craziness

Why did you get into blogging? 
Way back in 2004, when I first started blogging, I thought it was ‘just cool’ to do so.

Why did your parents give you the name you have? 
According to my horoscope. The other choices were Meenakshi and Minal. 

Why are you doing this survey? 
I need to blog everyday. And I love talking about myself.

3 IFS!
If you could have one super power what could it be? 
I would choose to remain healthy and mobile all my life.

If you could go back in one time and change one thing, would you? 
Not at all. All that I am today is a sum total of what has happened to me so far.

If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring one thing, what would you bring? 
Hopefully patience and common sense. So I could make a raft or something and get the hell outta there!


2 WOULD YOU EVER?
Would you ever get back together if one of your ex’s ever asked you? 
No ex or ex’s to ask me.

Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? 
In a heartbeat!

1 LAST QUESTION!
Are you happy with your life right now? 
I am grateful for it, and all that it brings, and takes away.

This post is part of the Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with BlogChatter

Day 8


10 things I do when The Husband is out of town!

       

On a blog hopping spree I came across Geetikas fun postreading through which I found many           similarities, and the topic for my next post!:)

      10 things I do when The Husband is out of town!
            1) Vegetate. Completely and shamelessly.
As calm as a meditating monk or as indolent as a sloth, take your pick as long as you get the picture!:)
2) Don’t clean the house and mess it up further!
The house looks very unlike mine usually does. What never fails to surprise me is that even my borderline-OCD self approves! 
3) No TV. At all.
Ah!  The peace! 
4) No talking 
…as only whatsapp and twitter and fb, the whole day! Joy!
5) Sleep early. Or late. Or not at all…
      …if there is an interesting book begging to be read!
6) No menu planning!
      If there is anything I hate more than I hate cooking, it has to be wondering what to cook! 
      Just thinking about ‘What to make for breakfast/lunch/dinner’ kills me!
7)Window shop and wander about
      …or go watch a film, alone!
8) Eat cereal for dinner
      …and a PBJ sandwich for lunch!

      9) Enjoy the silence…
      …of an empty house. Till it starts freaking me out, at least!
10) Miss him!
      It’s all fun for a maximum of 3 days, after which I want my Husband back!

This post is part of the Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with BlogChatter

Day 6




Book Review – Dying To Be Me by Anita Moorjani




Each of us has grown up listening to, believing in and following certain ideologies which have been passed onto us from our parents, our religions, our cultures and later got firmly entrenched into our being from our experiences. More often than not we’ve followed these without questioning them or continued following them even after not getting satisfactory answers when questioned.
The concept of heaven and hell and karma has been dominant in almost every religion and culture and most people fear it which leads them to believe it, thus making fear and anxiety the triggers that lead us to make most decisions, whether we are convinced of them or not.
Cancer ate through author Anita Moorjani’s body till she slipped into a coma. After which she experienced a sense of being that was beautiful, and where she was given a choice to come back to the living world, or not.
She chose to come back and share with the world a story that may seem amazing and unbelievable.
After her Near Death Experience (NDE) Moorjani was completely cured, astounding doctors who were working on her and delighting her family who were glad to have her back.
‘Dying To Be Me’, was recommended to me by a friend. As I read through, I initially scoffed at Moorjanis experience, but as I continued reading, patiently and keeping all judgement aside, I realized that I found the answers to a lot of questions that had been unanswered for a few years now.
I would like to admit, this book seemed very emotionally overwhelming in places, so much so that I needed to keep it aside for a bit, compose myself and resume reading it. 

The question this book made me ask myself was, if we’ve believed, and continued believing ideologies fed to us without any proof of their claims, why not believe someone who has proof of coming back to life and healing herself? 
It helps that Moorjani uses a neutral narrative, not putting down any religion or perspective and/or propping up her own instead and only shares her experience, her insights and the results of the changes she made in her life post her NDE, all which seem practical and achievable. The simple writing makes it an easy read, and reading it felt like I was listening to a friend.

Each of us who reads this book would experience it differently.  There is one thing I would say though, if you don’t/didn’t connect to it, it probably is not yet your time to, and quoting a well known line also used in the book, ‘The master will appear when the student is ready.’

This post is part of the Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with BlogChatter 
Day 4


#WordyWednesdays #1 #October2015 #WordPrompt #Serendipity

Word Prompt: Serendipity

He was one of the greatest masters ever known. His paintings were works of art coveted by many and afforded by very few. Every perfect creation of his managed to stun. 
Every one, except his only child who showed no interest in following her father’s footsteps.
He splashed color on canvas, creating another beautiful masterpiece even as he splashed her with rage crushing her spirit a bit more.
How could it be that his daughter couldn’t even draw a straight line, he wondered, shunning and slighting her.
Till he was called to the hospital, where his daughter lay, among the tubes and instrument surrounding her.
An accident, he was told.
He held her tiny hand and cried.  
He prayed, for her life and forgiveness.
Dawn had turned to dusk when he finally looked up, and smiled. 
He saw the crooked line of the ECG machine and silently begged her to make some more.


serendipity
ˌsɛr(ə)nˈdɪpɪti/
noun
  1. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
    “a fortunate stroke of serendipity”
    synonyms: chance, happy chance, accident, happy accident, flukeMore

#5ThingsTrueAboutMe #BlogChallenge #MarathonBloggers



5 Things True About Me

1) I am terrified of pets. Even puppies and kittens. Even the sound of them. And I send a silent apology to them, via esp, each time they need to be tied up or confined to a room when I am visiting a pet lovers house.
2) I am a Punjabi married to Telugu. A proper arranged marriage where we met exactly 4 times before we decided to marry each other. Yes. True. Promise.

3) I was offered the ‘Pears Baby’ commercial when I was an infant and then when I was a toddler. Thrice. My parents refused, all 3 times. They owe an answer to showbiz. They still refuse to give me any satisfactory answer.
4)Never ask me for directions. If you follow mine, you’ll most probably reach Afghanistan. And come back just to shoot me dead.
5)It took me a really long time to learn that the opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference. And I am still fumbling my way through learning how to ‘forgive and forget’

#WordyWednesday #No4 #BAR Picture Prompt

Picture Prompt Courtesy: Inderpreet Kaur Uppal
His eyes followed her walking towards him, busy on the phone as always. He stood still as she neared, till her familiar perfume briefly spun a cocoon around him. ‘You’re back!’ she beamed, putting down her mobile phone, her smile doing strange things to his heart. ‘You have no idea how much you were missed!’ her smile split her face in two and he blushed as he looked down at his shoes, his thudding heart threatening to burst.
She was wearing the red shirt, her favorite he had heard her say, and his favorite too. Her earrings grazed her cheeks and her fingers were birds in the air, making a point. In another hour she would tame her wild tresses into an unyielding knot and half an hour after that her spectacles would kiss the bridge of her nose.  At 5 pm she would sit back and sigh, the kajal of her left eye leaving a tiny smudge below it. And sometime after that…’Nikhil!’ she heard him calling out his name and looking up saw her gesturing through the glass door.
Nikhil stood up, swiftly checked his hair and smoothened his clothes as he walked towards her. ‘A cup of strong tea for me please, Nikhil…and do get this letter photocopied and place it on Mr Ganeshs desk. Thank you.’ a distracted smile before she got back to work.
Nikhil, the peon gave a shy smile and went to get his boss her cup of tea, her smile and the sound of his name locked away safely in the recesses of his memory.

Linking this post to Blog-A-Rythm ‘s Wordy Wednesday