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
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.
Labels: puppy love short-story
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.
Labels: Jataka predictions
Sunday, February 10, 2008
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
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.
Labels: hyderabad, train
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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..
Labels: visa consulate
Thursday, August 30, 2007
'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?
Monday, August 27, 2007
..is 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..