It’s my birthday!

When I was a child, the month of January was a month of joy and excitement for me; it was a month of my birthday!! Those were days of simple living where kids used to get a new dress only on birthdays and festivals and so I used to be damn excited that I would get a new dress! I would be excited in anticipation of the gift my parents would give me.
 
We used to live in a colony where kids would await the birthdays as the evenings would be full of fun, food, and masti. My mom would make everything from the scratch, right from the cake to the snacks, and in the evening all the hungry and tired kids would polish off the delicious food in no time! Those were the days when there was no concept of return gifts and kids would simply play passing the parcel, some more fun games, dance to the music of cassette, and bid adieu. It would be a fun day for the birthday kid but a tiring day for the kid’s mom😜
 
Over the years my excitement has mellowed (though very slightly, my hubby and kids can vouch for my nautanki), still I counted today morning, only 2 weeks to go for my birthday!🤣 I asked my daughter which cake they would get for me and warned the three of them they dare not forget my birthday (as if I would allow them to!!) On the face of it I say that “now I am not getting any younger” but my mind and heart are not in sync with what I say😬

The most romantic husband

Nina grumbled again looking at her best friend’s vacation photographs on Facebook. She had been to an exotic location with her husband to celebrate their 10th anniversary. Nina sighed, “How lucky is my friend! She travels to exotic locations every year for her anniversary. Their photographs are so romantic. Why couldn’t I get a husband like hers? Mine is so unromantic!”

Somewhere in a small office Nina’s husband was doing an overtime. He knew he wasn’t a very successful man and Nina resented him for this. Everyday she would compare him to her friends’ well-established and moneyed husbands. He tried hard but somewhere fate had also not been kind to him. He wanted to take Nina for a good vacation this year, yes not in any foreign location, but anywhere in India in a 5-star property. He worked overtime everyday to accumulate the money for the vacation.

Of late, Nina had started becoming suspicious of her husband’s late nights. Though he would say he had office work Nina wasn’t sure if he was being truthful. He always said he had dinner in the office. She in her mind believed that he was having an affair. She had read about a lot of such posts on her FB mom groups. One day she decided that she would investigate the truth.

One rainy night she hired a cab and went to her husband’s office to spy on him. From the corner of her eyes, she saw her husband coming out of his office and going somewhere. She followed him. Due to the rains, she couldn’t see clearly. She got out of the cab and went nearer to where her husband was standing. What she saw brought tears in her eyes. Her husband was having a vada-pav half drenched in the rain. She went and tapped his shoulder. He was startled to see her.

“Why do you have to do all this? Why do you have to remain hungry and slog? What’s the need for the overtime?” she asked. Her husband said calmly, “You know, I wanted to surprise you but it seems I have to tell you now. I have been planning a 5-star hotel vacation for us this year. I can’t see you sad looking at your friends enjoying. I am just short of some money now. Darling Nina, I promise this year you too will be able to post our vacation photos on FB.

With tears in her eyes Nina knew that she had the most romantic husband in the world.

The Crush

The lady saw a friend’s request on Facebook As she clicked on the request, her heart skipped a beat. The familiar name brought back so many memories. It was her teenage school crush who had sent her the friend request.

Thirty long years had gone by, but suddenly she became that giggly, romantic schoolgirl again. A closer look at the photo revealed that the boy, now man, had gained weight, was balding, had signs of ageing. She smiled and thought she had also aged. She was no longer the pretty young schoolgirl. Her heart skipped a beat when she accepted the friend request; she was surprised! She wasn’t supposed to behave like this at the age of 46!

In some other city, a middle-aged man was anxiously waiting for the friend request to be accepted. He had been searching for his crush since the past 5 years since the time he had joined Facebook. Finally, one day he could find her profile. She was still pretty with that infectious smile. Time had made her older though! He was checking his FB every 5 minutes. He saw that she had accepted the friend request and the heart of a 46-year-old behaved like a 16-year-old.

Very nervously, he messaged “Hi..” Thirty years ago he had the same nervousness when he had given her a red rose.

Both knew that time had lapsed and now they could only be acquaintance and friends, but deep down somewhere the 16-year-old kids were giggling nervously…

True Love never dies..

#Relationshipgoals
#Truelove
#RIPShashiKapoor
 
Day in and day out, I keep reading and observing failed marriages, dragging marriages, couples falling out of love after a couple of years, monotony and in a gist dead relationships. After many days, all over the Internet today, have been reading about “true love” and how the death of a spouse can shatter a person totally.
 
In all the obituaries and respects being paid to the late actor Shashi Kapoor, his love for his wife Jennifer is mentioned and that how he became a shattered and changed person after her death and could never really be normal emotionally and physically again. Jennifer succumbed to cancer three decades ago and Shashi Kapoor also changed in those three decades.
This was such a refreshing read. This reiterated the fact that true love is beyond nationality, religion and age.

Is negativity the new fad?

Miss World 2017, Manushi Chhillar’s winning reply created a debate across social media.  Her victory and the fact that an Indian girl won the Miss World title after 17 years was kind of overlooked.  Tumhari Sulu, a movie which tried to show women empowerment and emancipation, was criticized because of the nature of the job of the woman.  She was supposedly doing an “indecent job” by talking sensuously to strangers at night!  In both the cases more than the men it was the women who were opposing, criticizing and debating.

Agreed that motherhood is not a profession, but for years now homemakers and mothers have been wanting respect, recognition, and love.  When a girl tries to highlight this and on a world platform tries to give motherhood and all the mothers respectability, appreciation and recognition that is also criticized.  For a moment, lets forget that folly of Manushi of mistaking motherhood as a profession, lets simply appreciate the fact that she highlighted motherhood.

The whole point of the movie Tumhari Sulu was overlooked only because the main character decided to be a late-night RJ!  Why didn’t the women who criticize try to understand the fact that it was trying to show how so many women have so many dreams and are capable of achieving so much!

Why does everything have to be scrutinized to the point of being negative?  Overlooking and ignoring small things and appreciating the bigger picture isn’t acceptable by some people.   Every thing needs to be nitpicked and criticized.  Yes, I am an optimist and I would like to see the positive aspects here.  There are enough things which are genuinely negative and need criticism.

Just chill and don’t make negativity a fad..

Still you love me..

To my husband,

I am not the woman with a statuesque body

Still you love me.

I am not the wife you keeps a home spic n span

Still you love me.

I am not the wife who is very good in managing home finances

Still you love me.

I am not the wife who wakes up and serves hot breakfast

Still you love me.

I am not the wife who cuts perfect vegetables

Still you love me.

I am not the wife you has lots of patience

Still you love me.

To my children,

I am not the mom who believes in “gentle” parenting

Still you love me.

I am not the mom who always serves meals on time

Still you love me.

I am not the mom who is very organized

Still you love me.

I am the mom who is hormonally crazy

Still you love me.

But you know I am the wife and mom

Who loves you moon and back

Who can be fun and crazy

Who can be protective and fiery

Who will always be there with you in all the realms

Who will inspire you by aspiring for her dreams

Who will teach you kids to be independent and confident

Who can be her husband’s best friend

Because I am not the wife and mother who loves to sacrifice

I am not the wife and mother who tries to be too nice

I am the “real” woman who isn’t ashamed to bare her soul to you

I am the woman who talks about her goal to you

I am what I am and that’s why

Still you love me.

 

Share cab-A slice of life

In the hustle bustle of this Mumbai city, we meet so many different people, each a character!  Like local trains, buses, one of the other places where we get to see different kinds of people is share cabs.

I often travel by share cabs and silently observe the co-passengers.  Some are simply glued to their phones, while some try to make a small polite conversation to cut out the boredom of the “traffic-laden” route.  Most of the times we don’t even know how the person looks like if he/she is in the front seat.

I would particularly like to share two incidents which caught my attention.  Once I was in the front seat and a male co-passenger was already there in the backseat engrossed in a serious conversation.  He was conversing in Marathi and being a Mumbaikar I understand Marathi very well.  He was in conversation with his wife and it seemed she was unhappy with his job and traveling.  He kept on calmly explaining her that he cannot leave the job and that she knew beforehand what his job was like.  Later on his relatives also bombarded him with calls and he again and again went on explaining the same thing!

Yesterday while traveling a young girl in her 20s kept on chatting nonchalantly and loudly with her friend not bothering about the co-passengers.  She kept on discussing how her boyfriend has cheated her and treated her like “shit” and so on!  She was least bothered who heard her and what she said!  Actually I liked the attitude.  I still think a thousand times before speaking!

This is Mumbai where people don’t bother what others will think or they know that in a share cab he/she will never meet the co-passenger again and hence won’t be judged! Its just another mode of conveyance for them.

As a writer, every new character that I meet evokes a thought in me.  It gives an understanding and perspective of how different people have different issues in their life and different ways of handling it!

As the quote says:  Traveling; it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.