Comeback or cameo?!

6.5 years!! That's how long it has been since I posted anything here. I read my older blogs and almost felt like a third person reading my own words, that's how long it has been!
Needless to say, things have changed drastically from the last time I was here. After I wrote the last post, I changed job, we moved to a different state, I went back to school and shortly afterwards, embarked on the journey of motherhood. Of all the events, the last one has shaken me to the core and unleashed a plethora of insecurities hidden deep within me. To be responsible for another life, another human, who would someday grow up and contribute to the world that we all live in, is a scary thought and one that still gives me cold sweats.
With everything going on, I am not sure how much time can I devote to this blog. I want to try, for my own sake, to vent out my thoughts. Internet is not the best place to do that, but I belong to the netizen era, and typing is much more convenient than writing.

My love story....

I still remember our first official date. We went to the Café Coffee Day very close to where I was staying at that time. The one thing I remember very vividly was when we decided to leave from there, he summoned the waiter and asked for “bill”. This request was accompanied by a gesture of two hands – I still don’t know what it exactly meant, but it appeared to be outlining an open book horizontally. Needless to say, this gesture was absolutely unnecessary and completely out of the place. We still laugh over this incident whenever we think of that meeting.

After this meeting, we started going out quite frequently. I could instantly make out some of his habits that I strongly disapproved of – for starters, he always used to show up late for our rendezvous. And mind you, one of the things that I hate doing is to wait. He loved eating at restaurants and trying out different cuisines. I was and still am, very happy if I could get a hot homemade meal to devour. He used to splurge on shopping and loved every moment of it. I could never get everything on my shopping list without help, not because I was very particular, but because I lacked the patience to search for things I needed. An entire day spent on shopping still gives me headaches. So as you can understand, we were not exactly “made for each other” material.

In spite of these stark differences in our personality, I knew I had found the “one”. He is very practical and level-headed, his views on life and everything else were very insightful for me. He brought a new dimension of perspective in my life. He made me rethink my priorities in life. He encouraged me to pursue my career more aggressively. To this day, his support and influence has been a huge role in my professional life. I couldn’t have been where I am today without him, truly. I remember reading this incredibly valuable advice from Indra Nooyi when I was a child – “Always pick the right husband”. Although I was too young to appreciate the profundity of this advice, it stuck with me. And when I met him, I knew I had found my right husband!

It has been four years of our marriage now. I still wonder how I could manage such an incredibly attractive and amazingly wise life-partner. He has the patience to handle me every day. I am truly a mess when I am distressed but my husband knows just how to calm me down. He is patient enough to sit with me when I make him see the same shows of Feluda, Miss Marple, Hercule Poirot and Sherlock Holmes over and over again because I never grow tired of them, in fact I believe that he now likes them. Our relationship had its usual share of highs and lows, I relocated to US for my work and it was almost a year before he joined me here. It was a trying situation for a couple and I am not exactly the person who fares well under stress. Again, my husband held his ground and we sailed through. He deserves a lot of credit for us being what we are today.

He is my best friend, worst critic, philosopher and guide. When he is around, I know I can take on the world. While I am yet to figure out many things in life yet, I know for certain that I want to be with him always. Many more years of living together happily, husband! +Abhishek

Happy Rose Day!!

No, I am not talking about the Valentine's Day when I narrate this particular incident of my life that happened a few days back. In fact, it was just an ordinary day, by every standards, except perhaps a chance encounter.
I was on my way to office in an auto that morning. We stopped at a traffic signal and I peeped out to breathe the fresh morning air. Suddenly, out of nowhere a very young girl, clutching a few wilted roses, approached my auto. She didn't utter a single word but the pleading was evident in her eyes. I nodded my head in negative and tried looking elsewhere. I could feel her eyes nudging me from a distance. The auto driver tried to dissuade her but the girl persisted. I finally took out my wallet and mustered all the change I had in my fist and gave it off to her. I couldn't bring myself to count the money and I had no intention of taking a rose from her in return. The girl realized this and neither did she count the money. She handed me a rose in spite of my refusals and walked away.
The entire incident happened in a probably 1-2 minutes. However, I noticed everybody at the signal looking at me. I tried looking out of the auto to pay the girl some more money but she had vanished without a trace. Soon enough the traffic signal changed from rose red to leaf green and my auto zoomed away. As I held that rose in my hands, I felt the words echoing in my ears – 'Aaal izz welll'
This seemingly simple incident made me feel really good. It re-instilled in me the belief that I am a good person at heart. But more importantly, it convinced me that there is still goodness in this world. If a young girl, dressed in rags and carrying a few wilted roses to make her living for the day, could be proud not to accept money for nothing and generous enough to give away one of those roses for a few coins, indeed all is really well!
That rose adorned my work cubicle that day and I have carefully preserved it in one of my notebooks in reminiscence of my encounter with the rose lady.

Moving On….

Today is the sixth death anniversary of my beloved Dad. Six years since I saw him, heard him, felt his assuring presence around me everytime. These six years of my life have taught me a lot. Even though I was away from my mom and sis each day of these six years, every moment we were connected with each other in our griefs, tied with the loss each one of us had to endure, bonded by the silent tears each one of us shedded. Those hardships, the struggles, the pain, the anguish – can neither be explained to, nor can be understood by, somebody who has not been through the experience of losing a beloved one. However, this piece is not about us, this piece is intended to be a memoir of my dad.

When I think of my dad, there are many qualities that come to my mind. A person of wisdom and shrewdness, an enterprising person with a lot of zeal and enthusiasm, a committed and honest individual, hard working and sincere with his feet firmly on the ground. To this day ppl recognize me as his daughter, such was the goodwill that he had earned in his lifetime. A very stoic person by nature, my dad had the power to endure each and every challenge that life threw upto him. I had seen my dad shedding tears only once – it was when he took leave of me on my second day of college. Somehow, I can still visualize my dad waving as he walked out of my hostel while I stood at the gate, his cheeks red and wet with the tears.

We have moved on since his demise. We took our time, refused to believe at first that this really happened to us, fought with ourselves to understand why this happened to us, but finally conceded and accepted that life had tricked us. Not that we had an option. You see, that time survival was a necessity, not a choice. And slowly, the wheel started rolling again. However, I am sure that from some corner of the sky, my dad keeps looking at all of us and I know he is very proud of the way we have carried on with our lives. I love you, Dad, we all do…And we miss you a lot, will always miss you.

Tu hi meri dost hain!!

"haan Bolo..."
"hey BhagWaan!!"
"kya kar rahi ho?"
"hah!!"
"arreY! Chup na!!"
"dhut!!"
"you know what.."
"hmmm.." (= haan:)
"hey"
"accha! suno na..."
"Plzzz.."
"accha ab main rakhti hu.. theek hai?"

Words... that I have heard so many times a day that I have hopelessly gotten used to them.
Words...that tell a story but are a story unto themselves.
Words...that even when they are so predictable are fondly awaited.
Words...that seem very ordinary but speak of something very special.

As I log on to my laptop for the first time in the year 2009, I see this seemingly innocuous mail waiting to be picked up in my mailbox. I open this mail and I see the above words – words that lit up not only my new year but also my entire life to come.

This mail comes from a friend of mine, a very special friend who has been with me through the thick and thin of my life for the past few months, a person whom I could confide anything and everything and trust to come out with solutions even for invincible problems. But most importantly, she taught me some of the most beautiful things about life:

1. She taught me to hug. Don’t think I am kidding; I have hardly hugged my dearest mom!! She blackmailed me into hugging her quite a number of times, and by now, I am proud to admit that I have mastered this gesture too.

2. She showed me a Touch-me-not plant. (Readers might start thinking that I am hopeless at this point, but believe me, although I knew the name of this plant since I was a kid, I had never seen it in real life). That day as I stood with her in the garden, playing with that shy plant, I was secretly thanking God that he had chosen such an opportune moment to show me one of his most wonderful creations with somebody so close to my life and heart.

3. She ‘taught’ me how to hold my fort under all circumstances. Forgive me for using the word ‘taught’ because though I admire (and at the same time envy) her for this trait, I refuse to imbibe this myself. I think I need to be much bigger hearted and wiser to be like her. One person in this entire world on whom I can take the liberty of screaming and scolding, hanging up the call abruptly and still not hesitating to call at all odd hours just to cry my heart out - that’s her!!! She would always be there, on the other line of the phone, with her mellifluous voice resonating in my ears – ‘Kya hua, ….’

4. And yes, this is the biggest takeaway for me. She brought a whole new meaning of the word ‘relationship’ in my life. I have always prided myself on maintaining good relations with those I value a lot. But after she entered my life, suddenly the word had assumed a meaning of monumental proportions. If earlier I respected my relations, today I value and relish them.


I dedicate this blog to you, my friend. I pray for you from the bottom of my heart and somewhere in my prayers I beg God to bless me with your companionship for many more years to come. While I move on with my life and my troubles, I always have this comfort in my heart that somewhere my friend is always with me, sharing my happiness and joy, bearing my tears and pain. A Jewish saying goes like this - Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure. I am one of those fortunate ones who have dug out this treasure for themselves…

I am tired!!

I am feeling terribly upset at the moment. A sinking feeling has overcome me and I feel blank in my mind and devoid of any hope in my heart. There are days when the sun just doesn’t seem to shine enough through the clouds and there is a gloom hanging heavily in the air. Today is one of those days. I am waiting, no praying, for the day to get over soon. I am tired, tired of living every moment only to encounter dejection, struggle and helplessness. I want to get some rest after the day is over. I want to sleep tonight…

Cloud-Capped Star

I remember watching a movie when I was probably 7-8 years old, perhaps even younger, ‘Meghe Dhaka Taara’ (Wikipedia translates it as Cloud-Capped Star, so I will go with it). I have absolutely no clue about the plotline but I remember my mom crying throughout when she watched it, so we can safely assume that it is a very poignant story. For those who want to know more about the movie plz click on:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meghe_Dhaka_Tara

The movie concludes with the main protagonist screaming ‘ Dada, ami bachte chai’ (Brother, I want to live!!). For some unknown reason, those words have been etched on my memory. I can still close my eyes and hear that heart-rending cry of anguish resonantly echoing in my ears. And for some reason, I want to scream those same words today too – Ami bachte chai!! Ami bachte chai!!!

(One of the most enigmatic things about us is that we never stop short of complaning how bad things are and how even worse things are turning out to be. However, still each one of us wants to live. We don’t give up until our last breath!! And this is my promise, however many clouds may overshadow my star I won’t stop following it. Because… I want to live!! )