Saturday, August 14, 2010

Grown ups are very strange - I

How strange is this that we never bargain at a big stores while buying our branded clothes
but we do so with poor rickshaw puller...

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Even today!

Just a casual question from a friend: "Is your brother younger to you?"
"I would not have been in this world, if he was elder." the 12 years old girls replied innocently.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

No more complaints please!

Day before yesterday while going down the lift I met one of the neighbors. Just after a quick hi she goes...
"The other lift is out of order. They just take money and do nothing. Its so difficult to manage with just one working lift for so many people. Next month I am not going to give any maintenance charges. They just don't know their work. How can rain spoil the lift."

I wonder why people concentrate so much on bad things. In the same little time we spent together we could have talked about nice weather, beautiful park in the society or kids enjoying their play. Complaining about things has become a way of life for them I guess.

The lift was working the next day. It was just a machinery breakdown that has nothing to do with incapability of people working here.

Today I meet her again in the lift she goes "Have you noticed these people are not cleaning the stairs properly these days."
"Really" I answered

"Not again" I thought.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

I salute you woman - Part I

Get up at 5AM, prepare and pack food for the family, pray to god for everyone's wellness, water the plants, take bath and drive to the dispensary in Deolia, a small village in Shimla. On the way pick up three teachers of the only school in the village. Thats how the day starts for her.

This small village Deolia has couple of houses, a dispensary and a school  - Houses with toilets but unused because of lack of water in the village, Dispensary with Doctor but without sufficient stock of medicines and School with around 100 kids and 3 teachers but no education.

 I was surprised to know that Kids of 6th standard can't even count 1 to 100 properly - Thanks to the policies of Government and the "mid day meal program". I was told that its a Government policy not to fail any student regardless of his/ her marks. No wonder students take it easy. There are only 3 teachers in the school who are accountable for how much ration came in a month and was consumed but not for studies.
Also met a young educated lady from the village itself who has volunteered to teach in school for just Rs 400 a month. Yes you read it right - its just 400 INR that too is not from Government but the contribution from students of the school so that they can atleast read and write basic alphabets and counting when they pass 5th standard.

Anyways, merrily these 5 ladies responsible for the well being of the place, by treating and teaching them, start their day and take on the responsibilities given to them without being provided with sufficient resources. They are happy to make a small difference thay can in the lives of village people.

Coming back to the life of the doctor, she drops everyone back to their places, reaches back exhausted. And then is the time to take the role of an ideal mother. Feeding kids, checking their diaries, helping them with their homework, checking on their routine and giving them some useful tips... Kids still not happy - mom gives more time to the other is what they both complain.
Getting over with the kids stuff now is the time for hubby dear to be back. Better get the house tidy before he's back or else suffer his bad mood. Be an ideal wife, make hubby happy in every possible way.

And mind it, she also has to make sure that there is something good on the dinner table. Important for the wellbeing of the family she prayed for in the morning

Hats off to you lady... U are a super woman!!!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

I am walking this strange road...

I traveled the same old road every day

One strange day I felt the tremor in the air
Sky seemed to kiss my forehead
I forgot to follow the familiar path
Magical call is there from the land unknown
I have to go, I have to explore.

Thorny bushes might scratch my skin
The pebbles on road might hurt my bare feet
But I have to walk this strange road, I don't know why.

The little prince greeted me and walked by my side
Song of chirping birds filled the music in the air
Fragrance of fully blossomed roses captivated me
I need to get enough of it
I have to stay, I have to stay

Touch of roses soothes my skin
Cold water relieves my bare feet
The magic of this land makes me forget all my woes

I am walking this road, I know why.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Gone are the days...

There were times when people genuinely wanted to help each other, the closely knit families, the relations, the togetherness.... Meanings now have changed, everything is just a formality. I should do this or else what will people say. 'What will people say' is more important than 'what do I like doing'.

The other day I went to attend a ceremony called "Kriya"... one of distant relative's mom expired. I wonder how many people who attended the ceremony were genuinely sad...most of them hardly knew the person expired. One of my aunts sitting next to me was restless as the ceremony was taking long... she had to go shopping after this.

I remember the day mom expired. People were pouring in for days. Every one had the same question. How did it happen, she was fine....and I could see papa explaining it to all what happened. Something that he was trying to forget all the time, he had to repeat for everyone. Do they want the pain to lessen or aggravate!

I know these things were made to support each other in bad times but how far is that true now, all this has just become a formality. Not that I do not like socializing or attending ceremonies, but am concerned that the inner meaning is getting lost somewhere. 

If one attends a function or a ceremony it should be because one wants to and not to show it to the world that he/she was there/ concerned!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Human touch

Our maid comes early in the morning and these days since I am home I just open the door for her and she continues working while I sleep. Yesterday after washing utensils while she was moping the floor, she shouted and announced that a pigeon has entered the house. And thus started the struggle to freeing the bird.

It was first hiding behind the door. I opened the windows of that room and tried to shoo the bird towards the window using various props that included broom, wiper, stick and what not, but in vain. It was rather trying to run to the darkest corner to hide. The bird seemed to be scared and so was I.

So I left it alone and closed the door of the room, thinking that it will figure out the window in some time and fly away. But after some time when I went into the room, it was sitting on one of the chairs. I thought, may be it needs some more time. So I left and checked after an hour, but even then it was sitting on the same chair. It seemed dazzled and confused.

 Then a sudden thought came to my mind. I quietly went near the bird and placed my hand at its back. The bird got a little startled first but then felt comfortable. It was no more scared. And to my surprise it started following me... sounds strange but it happened. I slowly took my hand near the bird. It walked towards my hand and sat on it. I took my hand near the window and the bird flew away to freedom. 

Human touch made the difference I guess :)