CATCH DOUBLE TWO

It was my day.Yes B'day.I was but for happy that I was turning double two.'Double' and that too of two.Such a relief stating this way.I hate it when the counter increments every year.Believe me every girl does.Hope you get it.Never ever dare ask a girl's age.At least spare me.It was a bright,sunny day the ambience was quite good.The onset of double two carried a statutory warning'CATCH UP'.The day proceeded.....

1. Here came the very first...

Trying to look good on the Bday I was grooming myself in front of the mirror.I was fondling my hair when hell broke loose.A strand stood out of the crowd.It was it was grey no no almost white.It was bolt from the blue.

CATCH UP....your health...U r ageging....huh....greying...ehhh.....

2.Swallowing this lump of grief was a bit too tough for me.Come on I am just double two.

Adversity struck......I learnt about my joining letter handed over to some Manoj in Delhi. Whole three hours were spent hunting for him.Dialing and dialing talking to even those I had never hoped to.Why did Manoj do it?How could he?I hated all Manoj's in the world.Finally he was traced.But how could the company people commit such a grave mistake of sending the letter to a place which wasn't my habitat anymore.I verified my offer letter...Gosh!!! It bore the Delhi address.

CATCH UP ....be alert dumbo!!!!

3. After much of the hullabaloo I planned to help my growling stomach by putting something inside.I was surfing channels for some dose of entertainment when the door bell rang.I peeped through the eyehole.Strange I couldn't spot anyone.What next I thought? I opened the door anyway.A bunch of kids reaching just my knee level were right in front of me.Before I said something one amongst the lot said..'AUNTY'...eeeeeeeeeessssssssh....i felt sick...'our ball has fallen into your balcony'...the punishment for staying on the first floor ..ok I said..trying to digest the heavy word I handed them their sphere .'Thankyou AUNTY'one expressed courtesy.It was too much.A certain drowsiness engulfed me.I went to the balcony and saw those kiddos playing.In the house opposite there was a glass that reflected me.I compared those tiny tots with me.

CATCH UP...idiot u have grown up...You are double two and they may just be 2^2.Understand..You got to.

Enough!!! no way there could be a 4th one.....The above three were too much to handle.

So now that I am twenty two and not double two, I gotta CATCH UP with so many things.

The Big day came and pointed out 'You have grown Big and have to handle Big'.

SAY CHEEEEEEEEEZZZZ!!!!!

Everything in life comes at a price.I realised it at a very tender age when the most common,innocent yet the most beautiful and catchy expression of mine had to be paid for.My own biological set up demanded just a few muscles to strain themselves as against a frown.But the reflection of blissful and euphoric state of my mind had a hidden price tag.


My milkteeth were just the perfect,set in an orderly fashion but the permanent ones just deceived me.The lower teeth were a bit long and had forced the upper frontmost two teeth out giving me a rabbit like appearance.

Dr. Ravindranath was fixed and the three months of my class tenth vacation the time to relocate the front two to normalcy.It was one of the torturous phases of my life.Four teeth were ruthlessly taken off to pave the way for the front two to be flat.Sitting on the dentists chair with my mouth wide open I suffered all the pain silently the after effects being ulcers,swollen gums and sacrifice of my most favourite and stumptous food stuffs.A few lost kilos and icecreams to soothe the sores in my mouth were my only relief.The price paid was Rs.18000.I lived with those steel clips for almost 2 years.The end of 12th boards put an end to the tenure of the steel clips and I was soon out of it.My smile looked just toooooo good after all it cost me 18000.


History repeats.This is the second sad realisation in my life. The lower teeth couldnt take the peer pressure of engineering.It just pushed and pushed the upper ones all through the 8 semesters.Back home my parents felt the need to consult a dentist for me to bear a perfect look.This time Dr. Mohan fixed and he has gifted me a pair of retainers in exchange of Rs.6000 to be retained for an year.'This will just fix your lower teeth never prompting them again' I am being assured these days and as an obedient patient carrying them in my mouth, praying this at least would be the last time.Poor me.


Having paid the price and the retainers doing their job now my grin costs 24000.Everytime I smile please be kind enough to smile back if possible a wide and a broad one. Coz its a 24000 watt smile.Coz I am worth it.

DROPS OF ECSTASY

Life is a burning candle and a puff of air can blow it off. It is a gift by HIM.We are subjected to so many trials and tribulations by HIM.Success and defeat are a part of life.While we are face to face with both we always have a tendency to cry.Sorry not tendency but it comes automatically to us.


Whenever I am tested by HIM and HE asks me to prove my worth I find myself all alone.I plead and cry in front of HIM 'why me' i ask HIM as others do.There is no count how much of salt water comes out of my eyes.I just allow it to flow.Each drop of it and each element of me questioning HIM 'why have YOU rendered me so weak,why aren't YOU helping me?'.Those drops are shed with so much of twitching pain,distress, agony,so much of frustration I doubt my very own existance.Each moment it hurts, pricks and I somehow summoning up all my courage take the exam set by HIM.I finish and await his judgement in the process I cry on and on ' Do not let go of me'......................


Life moves on and then comes HIS verdict.


How do I react.No words no expressions.I am dumbfound.Here comes again those drops from somewhere deep within.This time its not paining.Those drops are as sweet as nectar.All the sufferings seem so insignificant.The wounds,the bruises are healed away,washed away.I approach HIM.I thank HIM.I express my deepest gratitude to HIM.
HE smiles and says it all' I told you.I am always there for you'.My faith in HIM is restored forever.

Those drops are HIS gift.The precious gift I have ever received.When those flow down a heavy burden is lifted off which was lying there for so long.'BLISS'.

FOR THE C

ABCDEF...........my lil cousin happily recited. I jus rewinded ...C......C i thought.....not at all ordinary.This letter brought back all the memories,single handedly representing a strength of almost 70 people.
These days I have plenty of time to do whatever i like.Results and the long wait for the date of joining are driving me crazy almost berserk....with 24 hours at my disposal every minute I feel my brain decaying,rotting.......arghhhhhhhhhhh......the things mostly on my mind are food,tv,computer and the C......I even dream C........


'Trip to Ootyyyyyyy one among the 70 announces.Everything is hazy I am unable to make out his face.Next I am fastening my seatbelt in a Jet boeing....the boys on one side and the girls on the other.The flight takes off....the guys n gals start clicking....being in an airplane gives me immense happiness today i am gonna have a look at the cockpit I say to myself and I walk towards it.All 70 are happy,laughing,screaming,enjoying.I can see the gals in sarees n guys in formals....they were in causals earlier....oh so its saree day anyway I proceed as I walk a crack develops on the aircraft floor.....I reach the cockpit the pilot says u always wanted to fly a plane rite? here is your chance take control save ur C....For the C u have to....and both the pilots just vanish in thin air.....i look back all 70 are unaware of the danger...I have to do something I murmured to myself.I just pulled a knob off the board..the next moment the plane landed on water...everything was drowning...all 70 were drowning.....next I am all alone....wher's C I thought....I was all alone....I jus turn around and found all of them on a ship dancing their way to safety'


Why is this C torturing me????Not even sparing me in my dreams.I wish to meet C and and that too in 306 at sharp 9:30.I want to be at the doorstep of 306 and shout out loud .............'Ma'am may i come in'.

MY FRIEND SUSHMA

It had been ages since i met her.The last time we met she was confident,bubbly,never minced words and had a glow on her face which characterised her personality.Today there was something about her which ripped an absyss in my heart.A feeble smile ,a certain hostility worried me.We struck conversation over a cup of coffee....

"Yaar..me really tensed and stressed out these days"

I was anticipating this...

"Ya felt so..what happened..lemme know" I said to put her at ease...

"Tell me...."

With a long face she began.....

"Over the last few days ther's a huge fuss at my place regarding my further studies..an MBA or MS. I am all agog for MBA but people are like 'you have done engineering so go ahead for MS' 24*7 I think the same..I firmly believe in my intuitions....just asked my inner voice to guide me..that same night i dreamt of clearing my visa...a visit to my uncle's place the next day added to my woes....he thrust upon me a problem to test my skills..."beta,u continue whatever u have been doing for the past few years" pat was the reply after goin through my answer....I was reminded of Paulo Coelho's ''Alchemist"....'When you want something the universe conspires for you'..so is it like something is guiding me...showing me my way...will destiny shape me or will I shape it up...what decides course of life??? is everything written before or will I be mending my future..how can i even think of an MS when I am technically ignorant...about many aspects???"

"Are you listening?"

"Ya" i croaked

"What should I do ...tell me..i dont want to waste my life behind something that's never gonna work ..which means should i follow my intution?"..."Tell me yaar"...she looked away in agony.

I was gasping for words...."Well....umm...I think...u should.....................

MUMBAI LOCAL

Engineering has taught me enough.....

During the very first days in RAIT when i hadn't shifted to the hostel i was subjected to the torture of Mumbai Local..it was but for once, never again did i complaint..my route was CST-Nerul...a one hour journey straight.Getting to CST from Colaba to be in time for a 7:50 train itself would drain me ... the endless queue would burn out the last nutrient of my breakfast.My learning process began...

Commuting in Mumbai falls into 2 categories for women.

First class travel involves neat,minuscule compartments with well dressed women bearing a plastic smile buried deep into glossy magazines.

Second class... where i laid my foot..apart from other women my companions were eunuchs,beggars,fish vendors and little boys as ear-clip-hanky sellers.There is so much of action,drama,colour in second class travel and one can learn so many lessons on the way.Lessons in time management from working women shelling peas on their way back so as to start cooking immediately after reaching home,architect students balancing their equipments on the paper laid out on their laps to finish the assignment to be in time for their submissions....Athletic skills can be honed by hopping into a moving train and securing a window seat beating others with similar intentions..A millionth of a second is required to cut open a bag and things are passed from one end to the other demonstrating team spirit .....A never say die Mumbaiyya spirit is seen when a garam batawada is shared by friends and young girls trying to accomodate the elderly women....the fluency and speed with which people converse in marathi always kept me glued...the air smells of sweat,perfume,macchi. There are lessons in Psychology,Geography,Management skills and Physical Education all in a 1 hour journey...the local smoothly progresses but the lives of those commuting in it are just bumpy...millions of people,millions of lives,millions of problems all are held behind the faces in the local..travel broadens the mind but commuting in Mumbai offers an all round education....

The one who hasn't had the experience of Mumbai local is really missing out on something great....

JUS A START...

With due respect to all those into the blogging business and the person who inspired me my brother i take the plunge...