It was a usual a nice and sunny day in the chilled Delhi winters and I came back from my school to find out my maternal Grandmother jeweled on the single bed in our drawing room. Wearing a sphisticated light brown silk saree that graced her grey hair and aging skin with a zillion moles, she lied on the bed with one hand over the forehead.
As soon I knocked the door, and saw her, I went upto her to take her blessings and she hugged me with a tight and robust hug. She was looking more overweight than last time. May be her fondness for Jalebis and Gulab Jamuns was clearly visible this time. Naani had a new long gold chain and golden bulb like earings, to display this winter as always.
Naani used to just wait for our winter exams to get over to come to our home for vacations. Although she was a retired doctor, she has so much to do at home. House work was not her thing. She was kept busy by the daily relationship building between herself and her daughter in law. I don’t know what kind of mother-in-law she was…but the love between two of them was obvious as with the string of gossips between her and my mum.
Naani(Grandmother) and my mum used to sit in the Sun and just start their non-stop postmorterm about Geeta(Garnny’s daughter-inlaw). After the session, Naani used to start her customarry sobbing and how hurt she was with the untamed daughter-in-law.
And that’s exactly where the budding poet in me used to rise from the grave and start penning poems for my Granny to cheer her up. The quote I remember that I wrote for her “You are a Rose without Thorns”, took her by surprise to an extent that her little 4 teeth denture was about to fall on the table.
Trying to act as if she is surprised, she put a hand in front of her mouth and said, “Neelima, look what your daughter has written!”? My mother came running from the kitchen “What?” She must have fixed the denture by now , removing her hand from the mouth and pointing towards the paper “look at this…so poetic for a 7 year old! She will be a writer one day!”
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Teary Eyed, Heart filled with Anger and Feeling Helpless...
It is not new but the story that I read today in TOI moved me to tears and reduced me to a helpless person who can just shed some tears and move on with the day. I cannot help but to vent my feelings here.
FIVE YEAR OLD NURSERY STUDENT RAPED BY A MIDDLE AGED MAN!
How F****** sick is that? How can one even think about something like this? I just want to convert that man into a girl and make him go through what he did to a poor little baby.
Why is the world not safe for girls in India? Sexual crimes happen everywhere in the world but it seems that Indian society is the most affected by undying demonous desires of some sick men.
If I ever have a girl child in future I would think a zillion times before taking her to India! Although it is the place I grew and love the most..but things like this make me sad and vulnurable to stay away from a land of despos.
I cannot even empathise with the little girl's condition because she does'nt even know what has happened with her. I wonder how her mother and father are coping with this, as they know what has happened and what their girl has gone through.
The middle aged bastard found nothing but to release himself into a 5 year old girl that was innocent, helpless and weaker than other options he could have thaught. She was not even able to retaliate...I curse him from the bottom of my heart and make sure that I pray to get him an apt punishment. If he gets away with this, I will loose whatever little faith I have.
I appeal to all the parents out there especially in India to get their girls to know some hard-core self defence traning so that they are not vulnurable to the henious intentions of a large number of preying eyes.
Carry a pepper spray, a sharp cutter, some chilly powder, always note the auto or taxi number, never leave your child with any relative or neighbour alone, always stay with your child in the playground, and teach them the difference between a friendly and unfriendly touch.
Some simple things that we can do to avoid such circumstances but the most important is that we spread out the message about intolerance of the crime and demand the most rigrous punishment to the offenders to make them think a thousand times before their desires are waiting to burst out of their pants.
FIVE YEAR OLD NURSERY STUDENT RAPED BY A MIDDLE AGED MAN!
How F****** sick is that? How can one even think about something like this? I just want to convert that man into a girl and make him go through what he did to a poor little baby.
Why is the world not safe for girls in India? Sexual crimes happen everywhere in the world but it seems that Indian society is the most affected by undying demonous desires of some sick men.
If I ever have a girl child in future I would think a zillion times before taking her to India! Although it is the place I grew and love the most..but things like this make me sad and vulnurable to stay away from a land of despos.
I cannot even empathise with the little girl's condition because she does'nt even know what has happened with her. I wonder how her mother and father are coping with this, as they know what has happened and what their girl has gone through.
The middle aged bastard found nothing but to release himself into a 5 year old girl that was innocent, helpless and weaker than other options he could have thaught. She was not even able to retaliate...I curse him from the bottom of my heart and make sure that I pray to get him an apt punishment. If he gets away with this, I will loose whatever little faith I have.
I appeal to all the parents out there especially in India to get their girls to know some hard-core self defence traning so that they are not vulnurable to the henious intentions of a large number of preying eyes.
Carry a pepper spray, a sharp cutter, some chilly powder, always note the auto or taxi number, never leave your child with any relative or neighbour alone, always stay with your child in the playground, and teach them the difference between a friendly and unfriendly touch.
Some simple things that we can do to avoid such circumstances but the most important is that we spread out the message about intolerance of the crime and demand the most rigrous punishment to the offenders to make them think a thousand times before their desires are waiting to burst out of their pants.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Chilly Jittery Sydney Morning in July
It is a chilly and jittery Sydney morning but haven't come across the famous Delhi's winters. Although it is much cooler and windier and chilly to send you to a cold paralytic condition, I still miss my home town's winters.
What do I miss so much despite being in one of the world's most beautiful countries? Hmmm...Let me think...aah well!
It could be the feeling of finally realizing that the winter has arrived and on its peak when you see the security guards lighting a fire and warming up their hands with a stick in one hand and a small glass of Chai in the other on the gate of the society.
Or it could be the smell of deletactable but sinful winter comfort food like Samosas, Pakoras, Gulab Jamuns and how can I forget the 'Gajar ka Halwa'.
Or it could even be the sight of all the ladies of the complex sitting togather in gossiping and knitting sweaters and gracing the park's ground with their littering peanut shells. And fairly floss, fruit and vegetable, peanuts, Saag walla ...all screaming their lungs out to sell their winter stuff.
And..most of all the misty, over foggy mornings where you could hardly see anything that was more than a meter away.
Well..I love being here in this clean, organized and well maintained winter but I do realize that I miss the rustic flavour of Delhi. Although I have moved so far..but a part of me is still very much there...
"Kaun jayga Aye Zaukh,Dilli ki galiyan Chhoor ke.."
What do I miss so much despite being in one of the world's most beautiful countries? Hmmm...Let me think...aah well!
It could be the feeling of finally realizing that the winter has arrived and on its peak when you see the security guards lighting a fire and warming up their hands with a stick in one hand and a small glass of Chai in the other on the gate of the society.
Or it could be the smell of deletactable but sinful winter comfort food like Samosas, Pakoras, Gulab Jamuns and how can I forget the 'Gajar ka Halwa'.
Or it could even be the sight of all the ladies of the complex sitting togather in gossiping and knitting sweaters and gracing the park's ground with their littering peanut shells. And fairly floss, fruit and vegetable, peanuts, Saag walla ...all screaming their lungs out to sell their winter stuff.
And..most of all the misty, over foggy mornings where you could hardly see anything that was more than a meter away.
Well..I love being here in this clean, organized and well maintained winter but I do realize that I miss the rustic flavour of Delhi. Although I have moved so far..but a part of me is still very much there...
"Kaun jayga Aye Zaukh,Dilli ki galiyan Chhoor ke.."
Sunday, July 10, 2011
+ Google Plus!
A new addition to a plethora of networking sites taking over my life already. I did cut down from orkut and yahoo down to just FB and gmail but this pretty tempting thing seems hard to ignore.
M already trying to cut down and keeping a low profile on FB, avoiding useless contacts and discouraging friends requests from people who just want to intrude into your privacy and vanish.
It is not a review of the features and all that. It is just what I found interesting is the video conferencing feature which means that you can video chat among ten people and see them all at once!
Wow..amazing, I really sometimes want to chat with my mum and take my little neice into conference so that I could watch her and mum both togather.
But am I going to create an account for the same? Well..m still in the thinking process..I am afraid lest me and my husband do the video conferencing to talk to each other while chatting with our families to save time!!!
M already trying to cut down and keeping a low profile on FB, avoiding useless contacts and discouraging friends requests from people who just want to intrude into your privacy and vanish.
It is not a review of the features and all that. It is just what I found interesting is the video conferencing feature which means that you can video chat among ten people and see them all at once!
Wow..amazing, I really sometimes want to chat with my mum and take my little neice into conference so that I could watch her and mum both togather.
But am I going to create an account for the same? Well..m still in the thinking process..I am afraid lest me and my husband do the video conferencing to talk to each other while chatting with our families to save time!!!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Ready...
Feel like writing something and saying a big hello to all of you...who if once in a blue moon have read my blog.
Since a certain period of time I feel that my creativity has been transferred to my cooking gas rather than my blog :P
Well, that's what happen when you are committed to something more then ever in your life. I guess the initial hiccups are over and I have realized to strike this balance between waging my cooking spatulas and tick-tocking my keyboard. So I guess there will be more of me on the blog.
Even I know that no one has time to read what I am writing, I know I will find that creative satisfaction of vommitting out my thoughts once aagain...
Since a certain period of time I feel that my creativity has been transferred to my cooking gas rather than my blog :P
Well, that's what happen when you are committed to something more then ever in your life. I guess the initial hiccups are over and I have realized to strike this balance between waging my cooking spatulas and tick-tocking my keyboard. So I guess there will be more of me on the blog.
Even I know that no one has time to read what I am writing, I know I will find that creative satisfaction of vommitting out my thoughts once aagain...
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