Showing posts from March, 2013

weSurvive - II

I woke up to an alarm after more than a year.
I was awake way  before the alarm went off. I still waited for the alarm to go off. I dismissed it. There was a message from my mom - wishing me luck and praying for God's benevolence. As always - I did not need anything more.
I started on with prepping the morning coffee and toasts for breakfast. After getting done with all the chores - I had plenty of time in hand. The lil one woke up in sometime. I had thought that I would not have the heart to say goodbye to her. I for all intents and purposes had decided to sneak away. K assured that he would take care and commanded 'No secrets'. I made the goodbye quick and reassuring (for me) and darted off. 
All set, I called the cab and set forth.
It so happens that many a times its very easy to confide in an utter stranger. As I was giving directions to the cab driver I mentioned that I was going back after a year long maternity leave. He asked about the baby and hoped we have more soon (…

weSurvive - I

I had plans of writing this post within the first week. One  thing led to another and I thought within the fortnight for sure. Today its been a month and I decided it was high time I spoke about our survival.
It's weird the way life turns a full 360 degrees within a short span of time. I remember the time I stood on the threshold all vacant, with a lot of time in my hand.  That was a juncture when I thought how would I ever sit at home. After a year I was feeling weird at not being at home
I could have sat preparing for the day since forever. I could have imagined it happening one way or the other. I dreaded, fretted and worried myself crazy. Some days have to be begun and got done with to know how they fare. No amount of preparation can be adequate. For the day has the flair of having its own identity. I vividly remember my 10th standard exam - the first public exam ever. That crisp morning of March - I will never forget writing the English Language paper. After it, all other exa…

The White Tiger

I have been meaning to read this book for a long time. It being an award winning  book and all. I had a copy but never managed to read it. Finally, thanks to K and his awesome gift of the Kindle, I was able to read it.
The book is an autobiographical tale of a driver - Balram Halwai. He comes from a part of India which he claims to be the 'Darkness'. The story is of his metamorphosis from a quaint villager to cut throat entrepreneur. The book's theme had a lot of semblance with Rohinton Mistry's A Fine Balance. But while the  latter evokes ones sympathy and pathos, this book heckles. The book makes one feel repentant for having the simplest conveniences. The blatant sarcasm in the narrative borders on being psychotic. The journey into the tortured mind of Balram Halwai is not a painless one. It is pure gore as the reader is brought face to face with the everyday torments of an underprivileged person who has masters brutalizing him with tasks, family members eyeing his m…

Wot say?

Some 30 mins back - a thought struck me. I was so proud of myself at having thought the thought. Here it goes -
If one is unaware of the magnitude of a burden, one has no qualms carrying it.
Awesome eh? Thank you thank you :)  (What you have read it somewhere? Huh! Move on)
Now how this divya gyaan? The story so far ...
I had to buy some onions. I can get it from the nearby super market which is 7 minutes away, but you get it cheaper in the local farmer's market which is 20 minutes away. Me being the 'normal - penny  - pinching  - co-care -  taker -  of  - the  - kitchen  - and  - the -  monthly  - budget ' choose to buy it from the farmer's market. Come what may. Today while returning from work, I made the trip to the market (though my heart wanted to run home and see the beatific face of my sleeping baby) Anyways, back to onions and the price one had to pay for them. I went to the shop and asked for a 'bag of onions'. He asked 'which one'. (Too many quest…

The ugly the bad the good

Highlights of the day we hosted Chiyaa's first birthday party.

Chiyaa got up right on time in a fresh vibrant mood. This lead to the lazy parents also waking up on time without needing an alarm . Good.

We were able to finish her morning chores without breaking sweat. She was showered, fed and dressed up and looked like a shiny new penny :) Good.
I wore a saree without a mirror and to my satisfaction in the very first attempt. Good.
Dad and his friend made plans to buy some decoration stuff en route to the party venue. They did find a shop which sold just the right things! Good.
We reached the venue in a cab with the baby and the return gifts . Dad and friend carried the decoration stuff and the big heavy cake. Two families had already reached by the time we arrived . Not so good. And from here kick in the bad and ugly :(
The cake had been kept over night in a refrigerator (thanks to mummy's dummy-ness) It had turned rock solid. Needed total brute force to cut. Dad's colleague…