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Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Short-story :Second Love

Sheila's husband had not been talking to her properly.This time, the fight had lasted longer and this saddened her.And then her thoughts drifted towards Sujay.

He would never take her to expensive resturants or to the movies.He never gave her expensive gifts.It was still the age of innocence. The days of first love.That was way back in 1997 when they were still in school. They would walk for long miles just talking. Sometimes in the rain.Sometimes buy kulfi or mavinkai or jola on the way.They had thought that it would last forever...

Sheila then heard her husband's vehicle sound.She could identify it even from a distance.

"Came early from work today...
Look,I am sorry. I never thought about how you felt.Now,lets forget all about it. Get ready, lets go to a movie and eat out tonight"

She quickly hugged him, her face brightening.
Sujay was once again pushed back into the "Forgotten" area of her memory.



    • At 10:19 AM, Blogger Shankar said…

      It is not very atypical for married women to have many "Sujays" in life and all the mushy-mushy kulfi jola stuff. But what a pity the "forgotten" area of the memory is periodically refreshed. The husband must be feeling like an absolute fool.

    • At 10:29 AM, Blogger Roopa said…

      Actually no :-)
      The husband in most cases is not even aware of the wife's past. Just like the wife is not aware of the husband's past.

    • At 1:14 PM, Blogger Shankar said…

      So, are we reading an Indianized version of "Sex and the City"?

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Sunday, May 04, 2008


Now wait, let me read your Jataka properly.Sun and mercury are the 1st house and that's a good sign, moon in the 3rd house-its enemy house, guru and Shani in the same house,with Shani in retrograde.


Sun influences your success in life, Moon is responsible for family and marriage
and guru influences job prospects and spirituality.

If you put in efforts and work determinedly, you will get a good job and achieve achieve what you want. You will get married between the ages of25-29. Your wife will come from a place north of where you are. You will have 1-2 kids. Sometimes you will get headache,backache and some health problems but don't worry.If you face any major hurdles in life, just come here. I will do some shanti and help you overcome them.

That would be Rs 100. Thank you.

One last thing. In case things happen very differently from the way I've told you, the birth time you have given me is inaccurate and I am not responsible. A few minutes apart and the jataka can be entirely different.



Sunday, February 10, 2008

Bangalore times..

She wanted to spend this sunday just like she used to back home in Bangalore. She got up early, applied castor oil to her hair, took bath using a bucket and mug instead of the usual shower.She dried her hair standing in the sun instead of using the hair dryer. She prepared idli vade for breakfast to break from the routine cereal breakfast.She did not want the dallas news today. She read the epaper version of Deccan Herald sipping her tea. She even went to the temple in a salwar kameez and sang some bhajans.There was one other thing she used to do every sunday- She used to take her parents out to Megh Darshini for dinner...

"Hello Appa, How are you? what are you doing now?"


Wednesday, December 26, 2007

The Shift...

In those days, I used to travel a lot between Hyderabad and Bangalore.Initially by train and then mostly by buses. The train from Hyderabad leaves at 7:00 in the evening. I would keep looking out of the window until it became dark,read a book until I felt hungry,eat and then read again until I felt sleepy. After a good night's sleep, I would get up to a beautilful morning and keep looking out of the window until I reached Bangalore by about 7:00.
I so loved those train journeys. And I loved the lower berth seats in the passage with its big windows. That is, until that night- the night when I woke up in the middle of the night feeling a hand placed on my bottom. I got up, looked around to see all darkness around and every one in the adjacent compartment sleeping. My scream must not have been loud enough.I was then awake for a long time till finally sleep took over me. The same thing happened yet again. The same person had come back and tried to place his hand on me again. I could not sleep thereafter. That's when I decided never to take passage seats again. Or to switch to the buses.

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    • At 11:24 PM, Anonymous CP said…

      they try to steal from open windows at night. turned out to be a nasty exp for you. very bad.
      at night, usually ppl keep the windows closed, having the compartment doors open for air.

    • At 8:24 PM, Blogger Shankar said…

      True story or "rail" biDthayidhya?

    • At 8:30 PM, Blogger Roopa said…

      nine irbodu ansatte adu

    • At 12:42 AM, Blogger Akshatha Kamath said…

      Similar experiece with me when I was travelling alone to Bangalore during night. I was so angry, I just told him "matte muttidre kocchi haktheeni", that guy apologised and started crying. The sad part is, these are the educated civilised men!!! Whole night, I was awake like an owl. Never after that I slept during night jouneys and I always keep some sharp objects like big safety pin if travelling alone is inevitable :o|

    • At 10:41 PM, Blogger sumanth said…

      oops I never traveled in a train

    • At 6:41 AM, Anonymous vivek rao said…

      from ur orkut profile, looks u r an adventure gal, in that case u should never fear, it is said that"in a mind where there is no fear, even the feierce tiger claws find no room" , so be bold, dont fear.

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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

The Obstacle

Shrunk with age, the old lady had to perch on her toes to reach the window at the consulate office. Having stood in the line for hours together left her little strength to even stand.
The Officer at the visa consulate asked "how old are you?"
The old lady spoke in Tamil and pointed to a cardboard on which some information was written.
'76' he read from there and asked her confirmation. The woman nodded in affirmative.
"What is the purpose of your visit?"
'Visit son' he read from the paper.
I gathered from the conversation that they woman had 2 sons, one in the US and the other in Australia.
"what is the guarantee that you will come back?"
Again,the woman pointed to the cardboard and nodded her head.
'Own a house in Coimbatore' read the cardboard.
"But this does not guarantee anything, you have no one there.There are all chances you would want to stay with your son in the US" said the officer.
The woman just nodded and pointed to the cardboard.
"I am sorry, I cannot give you the visa Madam" said the officer.
The woman still nodding pointed to the cardboard..



    • At 6:44 AM, Blogger STALAG SUKHOI said…

      yes i have seen such incidents ,well it is the sad state of affairs :(

    • At 3:35 PM, Blogger Shankar said…

      If you look at the people working in groceries, gas stations and restaurants in the US, it is quite evident that many of these so called visitors never returned back. No wonder the visa officer has a "guilty until proven innocent" attitude.

    • At 3:11 PM, Blogger Roopa said…

      @ stalag sukhoi

      they need the F1s and H1s to bring money to their economy..the least they can do is be liberal with the aged parents who want to visit their children.

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

First Salary..

'You have to offer the entire first salary to the tirupathi venkateshwara temple' his mother told him.

Tomorrow would be the day of the first salary of the first job. He had been waiting for this.The first time he would have money in his hands which he could spend in any way he wanted. He was never given any pocket money in school or college days, not that he complained anyway. For, he would spend most of his free time in the lab or library.

He had carefully planned what he would do- not buy sarees or gold bangles for his mother, like people usually do, but a washing machine and a vaccum cleaner , so that the daily chores would not leave her tired by the end of the day. And a nice pair of shoes for his father. The ones he was using now were not comfortable. Besides they were nearly a year old.And of course, two new shirts.

He would not listen to his mother. What was the point in offering his salary to the God who was already the world's richest? And were'nt parents considered to be the first gods?


    • At 1:32 PM, Anonymous Sreejith said…

      And i bought the finest silk saree at Nalli's :(

    • At 2:54 PM, Blogger Roopa said…

      thats okay Sreejith..even I had bought sarees for my mom..I am sure you already had a washing machine at home ;-)

    • At 11:00 AM, Blogger Karthik Rao said…

      to err is human :)

    • At 3:58 PM, Blogger Roopa said…

      in what context are u saying that[:p]

    • At 10:32 PM, Blogger Shankar said…

      In matters of faith, nothing can be classified as right or wrong. It's anybody's guess how many Gods the mother and the lad in question would have prayed so that the day will dawn with the scent of the first salary. But now funnily, the God gets termed as the "richest". Is it "reasoning of convenience"?

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    • At 1:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      Yes Shankar, I agree with you that Miss.Roopa has a sense of convenience. She is smart enough and has a "lot of reasoning of convenience". She might destroy a nation for her convenience and she has a reasoning to support herself.
      But she would be too late to realise that her smartness is caught by the world.

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Monday, August 27, 2007

Avva.. used to address our maternal grandma as .Even in her early 70s,she was unbelievably
strong-willed and young at heart.Any new advertisement she would spot on TV for a
new soap,she would want to try it immediately . Though there were small shops nearby, she would want to go the big shops in the shopping area of malleshwaram about 3 kms away from our house.Both of us, she about 72, and I about 12 would walk all the way there holding hands. After buying the soap, she would get me 'yummies' and 'kulfi' .

I cant remember the number of times I have gone on such shopping trips with her. For all I know, she could have been the first customer for some of the products.

I particularly remember the later years when she would tug at my hand little harder. On the way back, she would say that she is too tired to walk back and would want to sit on the footpath. I would goad her to walk on, saying that people would laugh at us if we sit on the footpath.
I guess I was too young to realise that my grandma was growing old.

How I wish I could go back in time, to make her feel comfortable, and to provide her with all the luxuries possible. I miss those little shopping trips. And I miss her..