Misuse of laws

In a span of two week, I heard three horrifying misuse of laws.

Misuse incident 1
This woman who was talking in the bus, harasses her husband left right center. He cooks, cleans, works, takes care of the baby. He is not "allowed" to go meet his parents.
Now, I think he is frustrated enough and runs off as much as possible to meet his parents & stays with them. Now, this woman has no one to do the house work. So, she has devised a plan to get him caught in Domestic violence act.
Her exact words were "He will understand if he gets beaten in the police station for 5-6 days"
How I know the husband does the housework? The friend she was talking to said "But he only does all the work in your house right?"
She: "yes, now who will do if he isn't there?"

Misuse incident 2
A general acquaintance girl was in love with a guy but it didn't work out for some reason so she married another man of her parents choice.
The man's mother is an octogenarian and cant even move. The guy is quite decent.
This girl wanted to get rid of him, so she filed a Dowry case against him & his old mother and also said that her mother-in-law  (who can't even get out of the bed) tried to burn her.
The police enquiry happened. In one of those sessions, in the fit of rage the girl confessed that she wanted to get back to her old lover and so she had to get rid of the husband and obviously the girl lost the case.

Misuse incident 3
I was standing on the road waiting for a friend when this incident happened.
A young college going couple, were getting cozy inside a car. A young cop came and politely asked them to stop messing around, they tried to bribe him, he was honest and refused to accept any money. The girl suddenly started yelling at him & said "I will put a case on you saying you touched me inappropriately"
The young cop, was shocked and so was I. Immediately, the cop called up a lady cop to sort this.

In the above three incident, the most important laws to protect women have been misused Domestic Violence Act, Dowry Harassment Act & Outraging a Woman's Modesty Act.

I don't say all women who file cases under the acts are malicious, if 99% of them are genuine, there are those 1% who take undue advantage of being a woman.
In the same way, not all men are bad, though many are, but many are good and innocent & victims too.
But, our society's mind is set, its always the man who is wrong, its always the woman who is the victim.
I am a woman and I am pro to safety of women, but I am also pro to safeguard innocent men.

ABCW-House becomes a Home

The idea for this post is solely inspired from Sowmya from LOL: Life Of Leo. The idea touched me so deep that, its been lingering on my head from the time I have read the post.

Like I have a said gazillion times, that I have shifted cities a little more than a year back. So, coming from Mumbai, I have been born & brought up in a apartment, flats kind of structure with security always, cars parked inside the society, neighbors, kids to play, being social with neighbors during festivals etc.

So, I shifted to Bangalore & my husband painstakingly found a pretty house, in the Ground floor of a lone standing building in quite a popular area. The house was a sweet little 2BHK, with a grocery shop near by, a road to walk near by, but it had no security, the people staying in other houses parked their bikes right outside my door.  The few building constructions that were going on, had their temporary tents close to our house. Their kids used to always peek into my living room & the bedroom.
The bedroom faced a land with overgrown plants, where the construction workers finished their "morning chores", dogs peed.
I have this thing for airy and naturally lit homes & because of peeking people I had to keep my curtains drawn always for privacy.

After a lot of ranting, we shifted in September to a proper apartment, with facilities, security & the one that is close to our workplace. It is a little boring area, compared to the area that we were staying in and a major issue is that mobile phones do not have a range in my house.
As such, the house is beautiful, the kind that I loved, airy, all day natural light, neighbors, kids playing, skating, cycling.

And somehow, mostly I am broke, so I have made most of my creative skills and decorated the house with say a yarn hanging light, a glass lampshade, DIY dreamcatcher.

MY DIY's (LtoR - Dreamcatcher, String Lamp, Lampshade, Bottled lamp, Quilled Photo frame made with our wedding card)

Then we gave it personal touches with cane swing, box side tables, lampshades, pictures, string curtains (which my husband apparently doesn't like). Blue & off white theme for the living room with a french window, earthy brown & cream for the bedroom and silk maroon for Awin's office.

The huge balcony, makes a beautiful place for coffee and talks or swinging & talks at anytime of the day.

View from our balcony (B/W is left side and lake on the right)

A beautiful evening with coffee, conversations and a cane swing

This place makes me feel secure. Its easier to call the cabs and the pizza guys, they area is famous unlike my previous one where we had to navigate them through small lanes to reach us. Also, this place makes me want to entertain guests.
We get to spend more time at home, with each other. It has inspired me to take up new hobbies, our commute to work in horrible Bangalore traffic has considerably reduced.
All in all its gives a positive feel good home.
XOXO

ABCW - Love you Father

I am, I was and I always will be my Daddy's little girl.

Everyone in my family knows, the one person whom my Dad will listen to is me. My father is a man of discipline. He has a set routine and won't change it for anything in this planet.

My Dad is very fussy, he wont have food in time nor his medicines, he has to be reminded and brought food to him only then he would eat.

If there is cricket match going on, he will have his “cookies” and his canned juice and forget the whole world. Those times I take his plate to him and almost threaten him, that I would switch the TV off if he doesn't finish his food.

I have been a very naughty kid, me and my brother were always afraid of my father’s temper. He has punished us whenever we were wrong. Today, after all these years, I realize that it was his punishment and all his discipline lessons that me and my brother are where we are today.

He gave us all the independence we wanted, at the same time set some rules that had to be followed. This attitude was something we loathed then, but now I realize that he was right in every way.
He gave us everything that we wanted, but also taught us the value of money.

My father used to reject many prospective men on some silly pretext, sometimes it used to be frustrating, but later his insight would be absolutely correct. I know that I can blindly accept his judgement on matters of life, maybe that is what is called experience.

My Father

My father has always wanted to see me as a bride. He has been talking about it for as long as I know. He has been with me through all my “boy seeing”. He has diligently searched a groom for his beloved baby. He has been with me through all my mood swings. He has come with me to all my shopping trips, even if he was very tired. I have seen the gleam in his eyes, when he saw me in my bridal outfit.

He held my hand when he was giving me away. He smiled through tears, during my kanyadaan. He stood by me when I was weeping. He has been my rock solid support. He smiled when he saw me smile.

I hugged my Dad at the airport when he was leaving me. He didn't turn back to look at me standing there, crying in my husband's arms.

Through the glass of the airport, I saw my father wipe his tears. I realized, that he didn't turn back because he didn't want to see me cry, he didn't want me to fall weak, he wanted me to start a new life.

Today, I am far away from him, and what will I not give to hug him and say “Appa, I love you, Thank you for everything you have done for me, I am sorry if I have been a brat, I am sorry if I have hurt you, You are always my Hero”

This post is written for ABCW - F

Short Story 5: Respect Them

Manisha is 17 and she ran away from her home with a small set of clothes, her favorite God's idol, a picture of her family and very little money that she had saved.

Manisha lost her father 5 months back, and her mother started dating another man who now started to live in her own house. This man, her mother's boyfriend has been trying to get into Manisha's pants for as long as she can remember. She did try to tell this to her mother. But, her mother's reaction always was "Cmon beta, he sees you as his daughter, and his touches are fatherly, you are overthinking. Stop reading gory newspapers"

Manisha, like every girl knew what a good touch is and what a bad touch is.

She reached a big city & got a job of a librarian in a local library that paid pittance but she was happy that atleast she had a job. She rented a dingy apartment with a leaking roof near her library. In a few months, the library was shutting down and she lost her job.

With no education, she tried applying to as many jobs as possible, but all in vain.

Her meager savings were also exhausting soon. There was a time when she did not have money to pay her rent, to which the landlord who stayed in the lower floor said with a nasty smirk "I can waive off your rent if you 'help' me when my wife isn't around. You know what I mean right"

Disgusted with this thought and the sight of this stinking pot bellied man, Manisha decided to move away from this place. But, where would she go?

She knew no one in the city, except for a school friend who had moved here years back. Manisha, looked up her friends number and called her. Her friend, Reema, invited her home. Manisha, was happy but her happiness didn't last long.

She reached Reema's house, it was located in a shady area, the house smelt of smoke, alcohol & drugs. Her friend Reema, was now unrecognizable in her black fake leather little dress, colored hair & puffy eyes. Reema, gave Manisha a spare room, that Manisha made as livable as possible.

She still was applying for jobs but no progress at all.

In the meanwhile, Manisha saw Reema sleep all morning and leave every evening with heavy makeup and shiny clothes. She never had the guts to ask what Reema does for a living. Reema hardly spoke to Manisha.

Manisha, wrote to her mother every month but never got replies from her. Many times she felt maybe she made a mistake by leaving home, but her mother's boyfriend's creepy hands were enough to change her mind

Reema "Hey, its been 4 months, I cant really feed you for free you know"

Manisha knew it would come to this someday "yes, I am looking for jobs"

Reema 'I have a proposition, I work for this bar as a dancer, there is a position vacant, nothing much to do, shake your booty, serve men alcohol, there is no compulsion to go with them unless you want to earn a lot"

Manisha was shocked at this proposition but she was getting desperate. She said to herself "Why not? Maybe its not that bad"

So, next day she went to the bar, and was escorted inside by a weird looking man. Inside there were four men checking her from top to bottom.

"Yo girl, whats with the good girl full length frock? Show us some booty"

Manisha looked confused, for which the more mature looking man said "Strip, we want to see if you can bring business to us"

Feeling ashamed to strip in front of strangers, Manisha did as slowly as possible

"Yo, we ain't got all day, baby doll" Manisha now stood naked with just her intimates on her.

The men scrutinized her all over, asked her to turn around, asked her to bend, surprisingly their looks were not lecherous. 

"yeah, you would do, we will pay you a 10 grand, 10% of the tips are our cut, you come at 9 and leave at 4"

Manisha "9am?"

All the men started laughing "9pm darlin" stressing on the PM

One of them said "Your stage name will be Rosey, goes will with that shaky booty" and the other men grunted a reply.

With tears in her eyes, she dressed and ran back home as fast as her feet could carry. Manisha cried all day.

Next day, when she went to the bar, she switched off Manisha and put on a persona for Rosey. From then on, every evening she becomes the sexy Rosey while in the day she is naive Manisha, who goes to a book store and reads as many books as possible.

Ten thousand rupees was not bad, also the tips were decent.

This made Manisha feel less guilty about herself & switching personality worked for her. Money was coming in, now Manisha rented her own place on a pretty street, where no one knew what she does.She still writes letters to her mother with no replies.

One evening while "Rosey" was coming back from work, someone in the dark alley pulled her in, groped her & covered her mouth and raped her repeatedly saying "Bitches like you deserve this"

Feeling disgusted, Manisha, sat there crying, she couldn't even go to the cops. No one would believe a bar dancer being raped.

Somehow, pulling herself, and covering herself with whatever clothes was left over, she ran across the road with million thoughts running in her head and with a tear stained, kohl dripped blackened face, what she didn't see was the truck coming on the road.

After a few months,Manisha a.k.a Rosey, was declared as orphan, unclaimed body and was burnt just like that, without any family or friends.

No one, not even her mother knew she was dead.

There are so many such Manisha's out there who resign to fate. No man had a right to rape her based on her profession. Many girls are desperate to feed their families & take up professions that they arent happy about.

Help them, if you can't at least respect them instead of violating them.

Short Story 4: The Ring (Final Part)

Previosly - A gist of The Ring (Part 1)
Vishesh a small time chemist finds a ring in his shop and takes it. The day he does a sinister looking man starts to follow him  - The Ring (Part 1)
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The man was 20 meters away from Vishesh. He was covered in black. he looked like the reaper without his spear.
Tears were stung in Vishesh's eyes. In heart of hearts, he felt that the ring was cursed when he took it now he was sure that the ring is cursed and this is his end, here in the middle of the street.

The man was 10 meters away, Vishesh got down from his bicycle, but lost his balance and fell on the dusty road.
The street light shone on the man's face. He was wearing a mask & had mean looking, icy cold, death like blue eyes.

The man was less than 5 meters away from Vishesh, some how Vishesh was trying to scamper away from him, seeing this the mean man's pace increased.

The man now, stood towering tall over, rat like Vishesh. In that, dark night, the street light behind this man made a spooky halo over him.
Vishesh now, was crying and begging to be left alive, he was mumbling every prayer he knew.

The bald man, bowed down to now scared & crying Vishesh & took off his mask. Vishesh was feeling faint already and closed his eyes. he didn't want to see the face of death.
Vishesh, could control no more and opened his eyes to see the same man who left the ring on the counter.

The man gave a vicious smile to Vishesh & in a very screechy voice said "TRing TRing....TRing TRing... Give me my T-Ring"

A few people came running, and held that man by his shoulders and thanked Vishesh for distracting the mentally ill patient who ran away from the hospital for the third time.
Vishesh then cried louder than ever and  thanked every God in this planet and promised to  himself that he would move his shop away from any mental hospital and away from any patients who might give him a heart attack

Valentines Week Special

So, there is this new kid at work. She is around 21, fresh out of college but is still in college in her head.
She apparently doesn't know that I am a Mrs for more than a year now, so during lunch she asks me "What are you doing for the Valentine week? Am sure you must be dating someone"

With mouthful of food and in no position to reply, I just nod. In my head I am like, What Valentine week?
And she goes on
"First its is Rose day, I have to buy a pink rose, I don't want  to be too obvious. I hope I get a red
Then its Propose day, I hope he knows that, I am so excited

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Then I expect him to buy me a Ferrero Rocher on Chocolate Day
And I have seen this but brown teddy in the mall, I will take him there on Teddy Day
Then I will promise to never ever ever leave him on Promise Day
Oh my God & I will properly hug him on Hug Day
Then na, eeeeeee, we will kiss on Kiss day yaay
Then its Valentines Day. I have got a new red dress. I am sure he will love it."

I am like What? Do people even follow this crap so seriously?

Then I interpret in the crudest manner possible

1st he gives you rose & pataos you
Then he proposes you
Then he feeds you chocolates & gives you teddies, gifts and stuff to pamper you
Then he fakes a "I will never leave you babu, plomish"
Then he gets his chance, he kisses you
Then kiss turns into something and you guys get laid on Valentine's Day.

I think I interpreted it well. I am not sure why she had that pissed off look on her all day after lunch?

Story Story 4: The Ring (Part 1)

Vishesh, is a small time pharmacist in a small town in Mahrashtra. His shop was across a very famous neurology speciality hospital. Everyday he would see many patients & their families passing by. It gave a very depressing feeling to see them day in & day out.
Vishesh, being an introvert was quiet most of the time in the shop.

His monthly earnings were just enough feed him two small meals a day. He traveled on a bicycle, come hail or rain.

One day, a man came to the shop with a strange request, he wanted a "Green color" pill. He didn't care what brand, what it would cure. He just wanted a "Green pill", confused Vishesh didn't want to get into any legal complications & lose his license to sell medicines, so he gave that man Herbal pills that are good for digestion & don't need any prescription.

That man gave a very eerie feeling, his presence there was kind of chilling.
After the man left, Vishesh saw a sparkling ring, with diamond  encrusted "T" on it.  By the time Vishesh came out to search for that man, he was already gone.
Vishesh kept that ring in safe custody for more than a month thinking that man to return for it & eventually forgot about that ring

One evening, while cleaning out his shop, the ring way lying in the back of the drawer sparking and shiny. It was as if the ring called out to him.
Vishesh, then was in dire need of money and decided to take the ring for himself
"Its not stealing, he has kept it & forgot, I did keep it for so long. Didn't I? Well, I am just taking it. This technically is not stealing"
This what Vishesh consoled himself with.

Late that evening, it was very dark when Vishesh closed his shop. The roads were deserted except for urchins sleeping on the pavements, people were in their houses, vehicles parked, street lights shown and it was dead silent.

Vishesh took his bicycle and started towards his house with a smile on his face and the ring in his pocket.

At some distance, a sinsiter looking bald man on a bike started to follow Vishesh. Every time Vishesh slowed down, the bike slowed down, every time Vishesh stopped the bike stopped. His house was half an hour more to go.

At one point Vishesh was so scared that his feet turned cold and pedalling the bicycle became impossible.

The man started to come close. Vishesh, couldn't move, his voice was choked, he knew this was his end.


TO BE CONTINUED ON MONDAY - 8th February 2016 - The Ring (Final Part)....

Short Story 3: The Scandal

I am Marita. I stay in India & work as a house maid in many houses.
What I see in every house is unique always, the people, my saab and memsaab (whom I prefer to call bhaiyya and bhabi), the kids, their house, their kitchen.
Somehow I am very particular of how the kitchen of the house looks, it gives an impression of the family & the whole house.

Well, that is a generic idea. Today, I want to talk about the Bhaiyya & Bhabi of the 10th floor. They have q very beautiful house, Bhabi is very pretty, I love the way she dresses up & the way she keeps her house, especially her spic & span kitchen, beautiful steel & brown.
She is nice to speak to too, mostly cheerful & fun with Bhaiyya
They keep buying exotic groceries every month, I find the bills while sweeping.
Yes, I am inquisitive & nosy.
I love to see, shopping bills, those weird online boxes and their bills.

Bhaiyya, on the other hand looks shy and silent, he doesnt talk much. he is always busy with his phone or computer or switching channels on the TV. He seems sweet and nice and very much in love with Bhabi, I can say because of the look in his eyes.

A week back, while I was sweeping the house clean, I found a dust laden photo under the bed.
At first, I didn't recognize the picture, on looking closely I realized its Bhaiyya in that picture with a woman, a pretty woman whom I don't recognize. Bhaiyya looked way much younger than now, also that girl in skimpy outfit. It looked so scandalous, the way Bhaiyya is hugging her.
I was stunned.

This shy looking Bhaiyya, is cheating on my innocent Bhabi.
From then on, I couldn't see Bhaiyya in the same light, he looks so villainous to me and Bhabi has started to look like a victim.
I just cant get this out of my head. I can't sleep in the night after knowing the truth.
How could he?

Should I tell this to Bhabi? I am sure she will ask for an evidence. I can show her that picture, Its well hidden in my bag.
Bhabi is a nice woman and she deserves to know about her husband who acts all pure and devoted.

After contemplating for a week, I finally broached the subject today morning.

"Bhabi, Can I say something"
"Sure Marita, You look tensed, anything bothering you?"
"Yes Bhabi, actually its not about me that is really bothering me"
"So, is it something at home? Are your kids well?"
"yes Bhabi, they are. But, something is not well here"
"Here? Whats wrong here?"
"Its...well...hmmm....Its..aa...Its.."
"Say Marita, What?"

Gathering all my courage, I close my eyes and say "Well, Its Bhaiyya"

There is a long pause,

"What...happened to Bhaiyya"
I still haven't opened my eyes, I knew I can't face the look on Bhabi's face and I start ranting, not wanting to stop
"He is having an affair and I have the proof, I knew this a week back, but I couldn't come to you sooner"
"Proof? What proof Marita?"
I slowly open my eyes to see Bhabi, standing by the kitchen counter. I open my purse and pull out the scandalous picture and hand it over to Bhabi.
Bhabi sees the picture, and there is a huge pause again, heavy silence was hanging in the air. Those few seconds felt like hours.
Then Bhabi tore her eyes from the picture, looked at me and started laughing like a mad woman.

I knew I shouldn't have shown the picture to her. Now, this nice woman couldn't take her husband's infidelity and had gone mad. Its all my fault. Poor Poor Bhabi!
Bhabi is holding the kitchen counter and still laughing hard.

In between her laughs, she calls out to Bhaiyya, to which he comes
"What is so funny Sheela"
Bhabi, gave the picture to Bhaiyya. I was sure that he is going to get a shock & deny everything but instead he smiled.

I was confused with such a reaction.
Bhabi then came close to me, took a few breathes to normalize herself and said "Marita, that picture is me & Ramesh. It was taken 4 years back when we were honeymooning"
Bhaiya, stood there looking confused. Bhabi told him that she will explain everything to him later.
"Thank you Marita, for looking out for me & also for this picture and don't worry Bhaaiya is a very nice man"

I felt so stupid. S.T.U.P.I.D
I learnt my lesson
I should never judge anyone if I know nothing about them.

IB: First Crush

My first crush, well I have been blogging for almost 8 years and there has been no mention on him.

I was I think 13, he looked around 23-24ish. He used to park his car in front of my apartment and stand there chatting with his friend.
He had lovely eyes, a beautiful face, nice shoulders and an uber cute smile.
I was a tiny shy looking girl, and to him I was a kid, so he never bothered looking at me then.
I knew nothing about him, not his name, not where he comes from, what he does in life, nothing. I just knew the number of his car and the approximate time that his car would come, around 7.30pm

So, every evening I would wait for his car to come, and take my little red bicycle and pass my him at least 5 times. (How silly was that)

Years, went by and he became a faded memory. One day I saw him walking in a park, I was in college by then, I ran across the park like a woman possessed and jumped in front of him, I am sure I would have scared the daylights out of him.
I took a minute to catch my breath, he patiently waited for me to become normal.
I knew from the way he looked at me, that he did recognize me
By then, I had grown up & was more confident, so I told him that ages back I had a crush on him & I told him his car's number and asked if he still has that car.

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He looked amused, and flashed that cute smile again and said yes, that car was still there.
He told me, that he knew that I was crushing on him, he was married & had a 6 month old baby now.
His relationship status didn't matter to me though, but knowing his name (which I have forgotten now) and telling him what I felt when I was a kid,was a big thing for me then.

We bump into each other sometimes, and greet with a "Hello" but that is that.
My first crush M*-03-K-2**0

Short Story 2: Tragic Obssession

Naina & Abhi, the ideal couple. They were dating each other for close to 8 years now. They were a very nice looking couple, charming & inseparable, which after a point their friends got annoyed of. There was never Abhi without Naina.

Though many times, Abhi preferred a proper guys evening but Naina always tagged along.

Naina was very possessive about Abhi, she did not liked the sexually colored jokes his friends made, she hated how Abhi spoke to his female friends and she hated the way they smiled at him

Abhi wanted to talk to Naina about it for long now, he loved her but he loved his life & being with his friends too.

One evening, Abhi decided to talk to Naina & get things straight, but never expected that things might turn this ugly. There were lot of shouts, screams, name calling, mud slinging, tears and that night, they broke up.

Naina couldn't believe that Abhi just dumped her. Her possessiveness soon turned obsessive. She could go to any extent to get Abhi back.

She stalked him on social networks. She started peeping into his house with binoculars.

While walking back to her house, one night, Naina saw an ad that claimed that any relationship or lost love can be brought back into you life with the help of black magic.

Naina, didn't hesitate for a moment & called on the number given on the ad.

Naina "Hi, Is this Magic Life"
A rough male voice with a bad English replied "Yes, Who speaking"
"I wanted some help regarding my love life, I saw your ad"
That Man "Yes, You come, We help, bring Rs. 15000/-, and come looking like a bride with all the jewelry, the magic should think you is a wife"
Naina "OK. I will be there tomorrow"

In the meanwhile, a group of rogue men were laughing, "Dudes, we got another loaded bird coming in"

Next morning, Naina reached the said address dressed like a bride with the hope to get Abhi back. A man in orange outfit with ash on his forehead escorts her inside a dingy looking house.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a hand with a chloroformed handkerchief comes and gags Naina's. She faints and falls on her attackers feet.
They drag her to a room near by and rob her of all her money and gold. While she is still sedated, she is undressed and raped by six men in that room while they took chances capturing a video of the act.
Then they haphazardly wrap her with the bed-sheet &  and throw her in the woods near by.

Her parents and frantically search for her and so do Abhi & the police.
After 10 days, they find a woman's body who died of excessive bleeding. That woman was Naina.

Grown up Me & my blog

This being my birthday month & tomorrow (21st Jan)  being my birthday I really wanted to write this post that has been lingering on my mind for the past few days.

They say 80% of the time in the shower is spent thinking & 20% in actually taking a shower, it is almost true since the idea of the post came on a Sunday in the shower.

When I started this blog in 2008, I did not know followers, I did not know that blog posts being taken seriously by the world outside, For me it was a medium to rant out
I used to write crappy blogs, with "so-called modern" English (Ma Life, Da house)
I used to use filthy language.
I used to never proof read & had enough spelling mistakes to make a dead spelling nazi die again a hundered times
And grammar? What grammar, something of that sort did not exist on my posts.
I used to write posts about my life, the people in it, my crushes, the crushing of my crushes

Then one of my close friends asked me "Why do you write such personal things on your blog"
Then my reply was "Ma Blog, Ma Rulz" ( How my present me would love to slap my old me)

Now after years, and after trying to grow up I realised, my blog is who I am. It is my personality to the world outside.
Do I want to show that Dee Dee is thrashy?
Do I want to show that Dee Dee doesnt care about people by using a bad language?
No

When I leave my house to go out, I don't dress shabbily. I look pretty, I present myself well to the world, then shouldn't my blog too should be a mirror of the real me that the wanna-be teen me?

So, now my posts are better, they are proof read 5 times before being published, they are carefully posted on social sites.

Me & my blog both have grown, and grown well.

Thank you for all my readers till date, who have encouraged me and at times tolerated a few of my posts too
Happy Birthday to me & my blog

CTT: Why should one "look" married?

Its been a while that I am married. I  stay in a nice city where dressing is really not a restriction.

So, I don't dress like a typical married woman, meaning I don't wear a sindoor everyday, neither the mangalsutra not choodas or chudis.

Why?

Its not that I don't like them. Its isn't even like I want to hide the fact that I am married.

C'mon, I have a 5'9" walking talking proof called husband that I am married.

PC: Smit Photograhy:  Its my feet on my wedding day

I agree, there might be scientific reasons for all of those, but at some point doesn't it become an individual choice?

I work & travel quite a bit and I am scared of chain snatching & do not wear the mangalsutra, doesn't mean I am hiding the fact that I am married

I don't wear a sindoor everyday to work, doesn't mean I want to show that I am single neither do I want to show "back off" with a red signal on my forehead.

Yes, I do wear toe-rings because it looks cute & also there is a health reason for it too.

My husband, never had a problem in me not wearing the "taken" signs neither do my in-laws, but the world is more appalled to know that I am not evident with my relationship status.
Duhhhh!

Short Story 1: Life never moved on

I have planned to write a short story every week. Lets see how far I keep my promise.
So here goes, the first short story.

Its a beautiful day. Clear skies, pleasant weather, trees lush and green, kids playing in the park, Older people playing chess, the smell of flowers wafted through the air.

But, one person was locked inside, where it was all gloom, dark, dingy, the whole room smelt of dampness, urine & rotting meat.
People dared not to pass by this tiny house, kids dread creak of the windows of this house. It was as if its cursed. But, no one knew what is inside.

Inside, sat an old man rocking on a creaking chair alone, he rarely came out. He had his monthly groceries & other supplies done by his old sister, who might be the only visitor this house has seen for ages.

"Why can't you go out, its a beautiful day and will do good for your bones too" came a female voice from the kitchen
The only sound was the scrubbing of the kitchen floor and the Grandpa clock's ticking

"Are you even listening to me?" Jennie rose up from kitchen floor after scrubbing it clean.

She walks to Mark who is staring at an old photo album, Jennie touches his shoulders. Mark looks up but says nothing

No one who knew Mark 15 years back would have ever thought that some day he would turn into this mute vegetable who never leaves his house.

Jennie, looks to her brother who is sitting slouched on this rocking chair & thinks

Mark, always energetic, the most popular guy, the life of a party, an awesome businessman, smart personality, with dimples on his cheeks when he smiled and this mischievous look in his emerald green eyes.
So many women had an eye on her dashing brother & she was so proud of this fact. And then came one girl Emma.

Very cute, shy, almost invisible to the people in the room.

It was in a college reunion's drinking dare party, where Mark was supposed to kiss a girl chosen by his friends & they chose Emma, because of her plain Jane, no makeup looks.
When Mark went to kiss her, Emma refused which came as a surprise to him & to the others. No girl has ever turned down "The Mark".
Soon, Emma became a challenge for him & he started to pursue her to prove himself. As the days passed, the more & more he started to know about her, Mark fell in love.
The got married after 8 years of dating.

Emma, a bank executive at 30 and very pretty, she wasn't shy anymore, a lot of Mark's influence rubbed on her, on the other hand, Mark was humbler & an established businessman at 34.
They had a beautiful beach wedding, followed by a lavish reception.

They traveled a lot, made love, brought a beautiful house by the park & decorated it with lots of love.
They loved children & wanted one of their own, they tried. Emma did conceive trice but had three miscarriages in the first term itself. This took a toll on Emma's mental health.

After 9 years, Emma was pregnant again. Mark was elated to get the news that Emma is expecting. He loved the thought of little Emma.
Suddenly, one morning 5 months pregnant Emma collapsed. Emergency ambulance was called, Mark was terrified.
Emma was declared dead before being brought to the hospital. She had a fatal heart attack.

That heart attack, had broken Mark's heart, from then he stopped living. He stopped smiling. He stopped meeting people. He stopped talking.
Slowly times passed by, the house they decorated together was falling apart just like Mark was inside. He lost his will to live. He lost his wife, his best friend, his life.
He lived a meager

life on the money they had saved for their life.

Jennie turns again to see Mark still staring at his wedding picture, where Mark looked very happy & Emma was glowing in her pink wedding gown.

Its been 15 years to that fateful day.

Jennie often thought "How can someone be so in love with another person that losing that person robs the life of this person"

Someday, Jennie hopes to see her brother smiling again. Someday

They shall rise

PC: Taken on my phone on 26th December 2015 in Kerala.
It is the oldest operative Jew Synagogue outside Israel

You walk alone and feel someone follow you
The silence around it broken by the cracking of a dry leaf, like someone just stepped on it.
Your heart shall race but the pace might slow down a bit

You walk alone and hear voices.
It speaks a thousand words of valor, of war, of love, of hurt of betrayal
You wonder if the voice was for real

You walk alone but never look back as told by the locals
For they are standing, looking, waiting for someone to call
And from underground, shall rise one and all

Just Another New Year post

Good bye 2015!

It has been a good year though, lot of new experiences, lot of travel, lots of fights, lots of smiles, lot of learning, and also a bit of a low phase, a bit of a high phase.

It was more like a Bollywood movie, a super hit movie though.

On 31st, while I was driving back with Awin, I was reminiscing about 31st December was celebrated when I was a kid.
Our society used to have a year end annual function, we kids used to be excited about it all of December, preparing for it all month.'
Mornings used to be for sports for kids - Lemon & Spoon, Running race, Sack race, Relay etc.
Evenings were dedicated for fancy dress, singing, solo dance & group dance.

And the highlight of the evening was the "old man".
Well, we kids used to gather twigs, sticks, hay, old shirt and an old pant and stuff and make a cloth face and burn him. It signifies the going of an old year and welcoming the new one.

I miss my old days.

Anyways, I have a few resolutions this year, which i am not going to write here. But, there are some resolutions that I intend to keep up.

More attention to Rantzz of A Drama Queen: In 2015, I gave a lot of attention to my new blog, and I did get emails from people that they want to see more updates here. So, I have promised myself I will write more here

One Week One post: This year I will consciously try to write at least one post a week. I hope to have at least 48 posts this year

Family to Greedy: What I am going to write about? Silly poems, long posts, rants and yeah! I am greedy to win contests to quite a few contests too.

In the end, happy 2016 to all.
Love, Eat, Pray & Be Happy

A beautiful night

In the dark of the night

Beside me he sleeps tight

I can't sleep a wink

Neither can I blink

For I'm scared of the creatures of the dark

Ghosts, ghouls, spirits and dead souls that wander across the park

I tiptoe across my room and open the curtains wide

The room floods with the beautiful moonlight

Serene and calm it brings a smile on my face

At the beautiful moon I gaze

 The room looks like out of my childhood story book

Where the princess sleeps, moonlight beams and the angels overlook

ABCW-What..What..Water

Today, I can imagine how it feels to be helpless in a stupid situation.

How?

Eyore Night Shirt

Well, It is Saturday and Im a lazy bum on weekends. One thing I hate to do on weekends is have a bath unless I have to step out of the house. I can roam around the house dirty in my long "Eeyore-Sad donkey" tshirt all day and not be guilty about it.

My society has this practise of cleaning the water tanks once a month, that is good.
It seems they had informed the society members of the water cut for 12 hours on Saturday, which my family knew. But, since no one was there at home when I woke up I had no idea of the water cut.

After a lot of pep talk to myself, I went to bathe myself.
The water through the faucet was kind of weak, I thought it must be an faucet issue.
Shampooed my hair, lathered myself with nice soap.

And And And........the dripping water vanished..

I was there all naked with shampoo sliding on my face, one eye open, cursing the water line.
I dont know how long was I sitting there staring at the wall and seeing every crevice of the bathroom, trying to wash away the shampoo with whatever little water was left.

And suddenly, the water motor turns on...

Trust me I have never been so happy at the sound of any motor, after like 2-3 minutes the faucet opened and I felt blessed.

Lessons Learnt

Faucet Image Courtesy: Google Images

1. If you hate bathing, dont pep talk yourself
2. Get up early even on weekends so that you get enough information of what id going on around you
3. Never take anything for granted, especially water
4. Love every faucet, every
non living thing in your house. Some day you are going to be grateful to them

This post  is written for ABCW-W

ABCW: Veil of a Woman

I am a lamp without wicks. But I can burn you down.
I am that mothers of new-born's and brides fear.
I am the one they ward against with a black dot on their child's cheek.
I'm the reason why pregnant women are kept indoors.
I cause sisters to worry about their brothers.
I make mothers weep for their sons and I m the reason why wives want to keep their husbands away

I am the one you fear in the dark.

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I'm the one with claws and fangs.
I'm the one with power of seduction

I can turn the milk sour with my touch.
I can burn the grass to ashes.
Marshes dry when I walk on them.
Rain clouds dissipate when I raise my eyes on them

Men fall to the power of my charms
Women curse their fate

I'm the nightmare young wives wake up from.
I'm the rustle of  skirts women dread

I'm the ghoul that damns gene pools and feasts on husbands.
I carry back, every fear, every dark secret, every hushed whisper known to human mind.

My skin is soft, eyes are like pearls, my voice sounds like distant bells, the curve of my being makes men go on their knees

In real, my opaque skin, the claws and fangs are here to take them away from their women.

My name spelt aloud leads to destruction.

I'm that woman, residing in every woman.

This post is written for ABCW - V

Old Songs Vs New

I have the habit of humming songs when I am at home or work.
My genre of songs vary, ranging from EDM's to Indi-pop to 90's pop, its mostly Bollywood-new & old.

I realized, I am more well versed with the lyrics of old songs than the new.
I can barely remember more than 2 lines of the recent songs like either current trending or the recent past like say about 2 years.

But, I can sing the whole song that was released much before I was even born.

Why?

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1. Now a days most of the songs is a party song with girls in skimpy outfits, smoke, dope, daru, a few Delhi references here and there and lots of boom boom
2. The slow songs have no become repetitive, the music, the tone, the tune all sound similar
3. Insane lyrics

The irony is, I actually remember the whole songs with its music of those that were released much before I was born.
I also remember broken lyrics of the songs that were released in the 90's

Is it that the songs quality has deteriorated or is it that my memorizing capacity is reduced?

TT & ABCW: Untamed Soul

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I love her for what she is
I love her for what she makes me feel when I am with her

Pretending to hate her is the most difficult part of my life
One sight of her make my heart feel alive

I want to take her in my arms, look into her beautiful eyes and tell her How much I love her

A brush of her finger, make my every nerve tingle
A smile from her feels like a beautiful jingle

I meet her, I insult her
I play the love-hate game with her
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Oh sweet Baby girl
All I want to say is I keep thinking about you all night & day
I know I have hurt you, but I never wanted to
I do so, to not in fall in love with you

I know I have lost you to time
Thanks to the ego of mine

I wish I could tell you sometime
I did all, to run away from an Untamed Soul like you

This post is written for Theme Thursday - Soul & ABCW-Untamed Soul

ABCW: Time

A few days back someone asked me "So, when do you plan to have a baby?"

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Without another thought I answered "It will happen when the Time comes, why worry"

It was later that this thought came to me.

Time, plays such a major part in our lives.

From the smallest to the biggest incidents in our lives is controlled by Time

Time & Hope seem to go hand in hand, sometimes go total opposite direction

From births to deaths

From marriages to divorces

From sweethearts to heart breaks

From accidents to planned moments

There are so many times that people come out of a gruesome accident without a scratch and say "I think my time was good"

There are also many times that a person dies after a minor fall even then we say "guess it was his time to go".

Sometimes some incidents make us say "Let’s see when the time comes"

Time is something that is so not known to us still we depend so much on it.

Time heals physical and emotional scars in a person

Time makes or breaks a relationship 

Time doesn’t wait for anyone

I somehow believe that everything is timed

Would I ever want to travel in my past or future? No

What is gone can’t be changed. What has to happen, will happen

It’s Better to Live today, Learn from yesterday and Long for tomorrow. You never know when time ends

This post is written for ABCW-T

No Phone but Lots of peace

In these days, when cell phone have become an inseparable part of us, its weird to think the some years back we never had cell phones & still we survived happily.

Then we started using those black and white phones and slowly we promoted ourselves to touchscreen phones.

Now, everything from keeping in touch with people, reminding birthdays, making a grocery list, browsing for jobs, replying to emails, shopping, clicking pictures, searching for recipes , even eating and ordering food is now on phone.

We have dual sim phones. dual sim two phones, for god knows why.

Its like another limb.

So, what happens if this phone stops working? I'll tell you what happens.

You feel disconnected, your hand  automatically goes to the unlock of the cell phone.

Well, my touchscreen phone went for a toss, and my work involves a lot of calls all day, so I desperately needed a spare phone to at least receive calls. 

So I got myself a Nokia 130 - palm sized, button phone, with a 26-day battery life, dual sim and a Snake game & that's it.

No Bluetooth (my ears are connected to the Bluetooth head set when I travel, or drive)

No basic browsing

No Whatsapp, No Facebook. No twitter. No Google. No Google Calender. No emails. No other games. 

Now I realize, how addicted I was to my phone.

I was feeling like a person addicted to drugs. I had to have my daily dope of "Good Morning", Morning masala's on Facebook, & Times of India pop-ups, emails to keep me sane.

Pressing those buttons seem to be a pain now.

Now, I am sitting here relaxed & feeling like a nirvana from tech, all that urge to consistently check my emails 7 messages has considerably reduced.

I do miss my phone. but its ok. Its not my limb anymore.

Mumbai to Bangalore :D to :(

Right, so I was in Mumbai for the past whole week, where it was warm, balmy, a tad bit humid but good for my skin, hair & bones.
Then, I landed to Bangalore wearing this Deepika Padukone's airport look-alike sleeveless top, I get off that airplane and Whoosssshhhh! a cold, bone chilling blast of air freezes my facial nerves & I am like

(Left) Mumbai to (Right) Bangalore

Alright, I walk to the bus stop outside the airport and what I see?

Its drizzling, Goddammit! 

It's not just rains rains, It does not gives way to sunlight & warmth (this word I will emphasize)

It just drizzles, like a revengeful bitch, it just wants to drench you enough for shivering all the way home but not soak you all over.

I reach my apartment & see sad kids trying hard to make one cracker burst without the rains spoiling the whole fun of Diwali (Poor thing!)

I reach home & realize that I am sleepy, not because I was tired, it was because outside it was all chilling & grey and I had work next day, and I was cent percent sure that I wont be able to bring myself to ditch my comfortable quilt and get off that bed.

Look Bengaluru, I love you OK. But you need to know this, you are already slow enough to make people sleep all day, please don't make extra efforts to put people to sleep

And Dear Rain,

Why? Why you no come after Diwali?

*yawns*

Diwali

This is a festive season, and Yay I am so happy.

This is my first Diwali after getting married so it happens to be a mandate to go to my "maika"

*happy tears*

Happy tears were for so many reasons

1. Home, Mom, Dad, Little bro

2. Street food - . Butter wala pav bhaji, pani puri, cheese chilli sandwich, dabeli, bhelpuri, bun maska & chai, misal pav
3. Gaalis in hindi & shivis in Marathi sound so awesome

4. Flee market, street shopping

5. Crowded trains (Yes, I love it!)

6. Meter-wala auto rickshaw

7. A week long vacation

Well, its not that I haven't been to Mumbai for the past 10 months, but my visits have been just a weekend stint, where I mostly eat mom cooked food and sleep on my little ol' bed

This time the icing on the cake, were gifts, lots and lots of gifts, returned back to beautiful fairy lights, colorful rangolis, so much love, so much fun.

Diwali, How I love you XOXOXOXOXO

And here I am writing this post, after a week long of bliss on a chilly, rainy, sleepy Monday.

ABCW: Patriotism

She wears no uniform
She has no rank
She doesn't know to use no guns
She doesn't know any exercises

But, she feels every move of her man
She knows every name of the weapon he uses
She knows what rank he is in
She adorns a silent uniform

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While he is there fearless
She silently fears & prays

While he protects his country
She protects his heart & his family

Her man sacrifices himself for the country
So does she

Away he is from his family
Away she is from her love

He comes home, and summoned again
With tears she bids Goodbye
Not knowing when she would see him again
Hope she has & faith in Him

She hugs herself, She dries her own tears
She never shows him, that she misses him
For she knows, he would worry
She is his weakness, but stands as his strength

He gets praises & salutes
But, isn't she the true patriot, and deserves a salute?

This post is written for ABCW - P - Patriotism

ABCW: Mother

This is my mother -Love you Mom

As a kid when I got hurt & your eyes well up

A hug from you and my life lights up

Even now, away from you

I get hurt and I so miss you

You had a solution to every problem my life threw

Your food made with love is with what I grew

My heart is you; I am a part of you

In your arms, I felt safe every night

I fell sick and always made a bad sight

You stayed up for me all night

What am I without you?

In different cities now

I fight with you and how

I want to you to know

I love you Mom, I just don’t show

This poem is dedicated to my mom who stays 600 miles away from me. I want to tell her Thank you for everything she has done for me. I also want to tell her sorry for every time I have hurt her.

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - M

3WW: Lift

What is scary?
Getting stuck in the lift

What is scarier?
Getting stuck in the lift alone

What is panic?
When you dial the emergency number and no one picks up

What is pathetically panic?
When the lights in the lift go off, weird music comes on, light flickers furiously and everything turns dark

What is a heart attack situation?
Your shoulder being tapped in the lift that you were supposedly alone in

And someone comes near your ears and says "You are a righteous girl, now you shall be come out of your sedated state when I click this button

This is what happened in "The Great Hypnosis Show"

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday - Pathetic, Righteous, Sedate

ABCW: K

These days after technology has taken over our lives, Whatsapp, Viber, SMS, hangouts, all are designed for people to "chat" with their hands.
And Imagine, you are having typed in a long message to someone and press 'Send" and get a reply "K"
Like only "K'
How irritating is that, I hate it, I hate the 2 letter shortcut of a 4 letter work sliced into a rude 1 alphabet word
Okay became OK became K

K isnt Ok in a conversation. Its a conversation Killer

I mean seriously, how difficult is it to type 2 alphabets? 

And Why do people reply with a "K"?

1. Fine, I heard it and i don't give a damn

2. Enough already

3. Are we done yet?

4. I am not interested in you or this conversation

5. I am angry

No emotion warrants a "K" .Atleast type an "OK"

How do we feel when we see a "K" after a long meaningful conversation

 What are the ideal responses for a "K"?

Next time please remember, when you reply with a "K" someone somewhere is killing you in their heads

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - K

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ABCW & Mag: Morning Frost

photo by Tess Kincaid

First rain, Early morning frost

Deep in thoughts I drew, girl on a lonely night
With the moon beside

I realize, that is who I am

A hollow girl in the dew

Come sunshine, I shall vanish

No one would ever know

That once a hollow girl stood there on a lonely night

With the half moon shining so bright

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 286
This post is written for ABCW - M

ABCW: Happiness

What is Happiness?

I was sitting alone in a cafe, and was thinking to myself Am I Happy?

Today,in this phase in my life right now
I'm Happy..yes, really I'm at totally happy and contented and at peace

I'm at peace with my accident

I'm at peace with my family

I'm at peace with my not-so-skyrocketing career

I'm at peace with my achievements, my failures

I'm at peace with my imperfections

I'm at peace with my lost relationships

I even tweet quotes or write some blog posts, when I read them back I seriously wonder "Wow, Did I seriously write that?" and that really feels good.

I don't say I don't have mood swings, I still have my flaring tempers and bouts of tears, but it's just human nature, isn't it?

I still haven't achieved anything big, or even close to what I dream for
But, now it just feels like that's how its meant to be

It is just a beautiful feeling to be best friends with yourself and best friends with your life.
The whole world starts to look as awesome as it could be.

There was a time in life, when I had everything I wanted, lot of friends, lot of money but something was missing.I wasn't really happy.

Now, I don't have so many things that I want. but it just feels contented and its very liberating in some ways

There comes a point in life where you feel complete.
This is my moment of feeling truly complete, my moment of of Happiness

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - H