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The Door Not Shut – #VAWAM #BlogaholicsUtd

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She noticed a thin ray of sunshine on the floor. She looked closer at it and traced it back to the ajar door. Yes, the door wasn’t shut. Her husband had been so upset that his eggs hand’t been prepared as per his liking that he had slapped her hard across the face, & then left  in a hurry. A smile crept up softly on her swollen face as she realised that she had not been locked in for the first time in so many years. She started thinking of the endless possibilities –  a day of being out on her own, meeting her friends, buying a little trinket for herself, a toy for her daughter. She quickly finished the dusting and and then got changed. She woke up her daughter and got her ready as well. With a sense of purpose, she cooked dinner and neatly packed it in casseroles and left it in the dining table. Then she picked up her one and only handbag and counted the money she had – in all she had some 500 rupees in various denominations and coins. Enough to get her to Janpath. She walked out of the house with her daughter. For the first time ever since she had been married, she stepped out of the house without her husband. The streets outside her own home suddenly seemed so much larger and sunnier – despite the jostling crowds, the rickshaws, the cycles, the cars, the cows and the pedestrians. She kept a strict eye out to make sure no one spotted her and called her husband.  She held tight on to her daughter’s hand and took an auto to the metro station, and then the metro to Rajiv Chowk and then walked across to Janpath . Oh, how many times had she come here with her friends when they were in college. She had lost touch with all of them after she got married. She stopped at Depauls and had a coffee,  bought some earrings for herself and a dress for her little daughter. They had burgers at Macdonalds across the road. She heard some girlish laughter and turned around to see two young girls enjoying their burgers and bitching about their boyfriends. “That could have been me 5 years back” she thought and requested them to let her use their cellphone as she had lost hers. She sat her daughter down with a softy cone and started dialling as old long-forgotten numbers came back to her. Thrice, the answer was negative. As a last attempt, on the 4th call, she nervously asked for Virat, a voice told her to hang on while he got Virat to the line.

“Hello”

“Virat?”

“Yes, who is this”

“Nitya”

A moment of silence.

“Nitya???? Oh my god is that really you? Where are you? How are you? I haven’t heard from you in years since you got married.”

“Virat, I am at  MacD with Aru, my daughter.”

“Daughter? Oh my god you had a baby and I didn’t even know?”

“Virat, I am at MacD. By a stroke of luck today, my husband left the door unlocked and I escaped. Please help me. I cannot go back to him.”

“What about your parents Nitya?”

“I had gone to them for help soon after we were married but they sent me back to my husband and told me to make a go of it. They said society would laugh on them if their married daughter lived with them. I can’t go to them and I can’t go home. My husband locks me up whenever he steps out of the house because he fears that I will run to my parents againa nd make him a laughing stock in society.”

“Stay where you are Nitya, I’l come get you in about an hour and then we’l figure out something.”

“Thanks Virat.”

She ordered another round of burgers and played with her daughter for another hour while watching the door and waiting for Virat to come. As promised, he came an hour later and had also brought some chocolate for Aru. Virat looked at her and asked her if she had no bags. She replied that she didn’t want to carry a bag as she was scared some neighbour would see them and call her husband. He took her home and explained that his parents had passed away and he now shared his house with two colleagues from work who paid him rent.  His eyes had seen the bruises on her arms which she thought she had covered, the swollen face, the darts of fear in her eyes when she thought she saw someone she knew and resolved to help her in whichever way he could.

This is a true story though I have changed the names . Nitya was lucky because she found a friend who offered her unconditional support.  This friend of mine wasn’t that lucky. It took a lot of courage for her to seize the moment and walk out when she saw her chance. She is not in touch with her parents anymore. She has enrolled her daughter in a creche and is finally putting her degree to use and joined a law firm. She works long crazy hours and prays that her daughter will get through a good school next year. She has also initiated divorce proceedings. She has only asked for support from us and has refused all offers of monetary help.  She walked out her house with just 500 bucks and is today slowly and steadily moving on. I am very proud of my friend for having done so.

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October 13, 2011 at 6:28 pm

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#Blogoholics Utd. – I am back

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Yeloooo!!!!

Pardon me for not having posted the past week, health just didn’t permit and of course I was in Cal as well, so if I was on the laptop for too long I was getting the danda from the Mommy to take  a break from work and layoff the laptop.

The past week was awesome! Despite the fact that we were all unwell and didn’t really feel like eating much, just the fact that we were all together was good fun. I met up with a cousin and her husband for the first time. I am the oldest in my paternal side of the family. We cousins have interacted as kids and at various stages of growing up but the age gap was always there, but now that most of us are various stages of our twenties, its good fun. I got to see a different side to them this time. Family does surprise us!!!! And accept us as we are – that’s the best part.

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October 12, 2011 at 11:05 pm

Blogging Challenge: Day 31

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Ah the full and final post. Its been a hectic month trying to post everyday and I tried hard to go over to your blogs & comment, but I’m sorry that I couldn’t always do so, despite all my good intentions, so I am going to be dropping by soon and catching up on your posts. Its been hard to write everyday. I didn’t always know what to say and quite often tried to the easy way out often by telling you what I did the whole day, till someone (unfortunately I forget who) called my bluff on twitter and said my post was like a hash of my day’s tweets. I made a conscious effort after that to actually post and not do a Dear Diary kind of post.

This was fun however, and I’m so glad I got pressured by my peers to do this. It brought me back to blogging regularly and I will try to be more regular in posting. I juts hope you enjoyed this as much as I did 🙂

 

And on that note I leave you with my current favourite song 🙂

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June 4, 2011 at 1:14 am

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Mera budday aa raha hai 😀

I am like a little kid when it comes to my birthday. I start the countdown and eating everyone’s head to make sure they don’t forget it. I drop very un-subtle hints about what I want as a gift until the Hujband equally unsubtly (is that even a word?) reminds me that he is not a Tata-Ambani and he really can’t afford to buy me a helicopter for my birthday, much as he would like to, and even if he did, then considering the rising fuel prices, the gift would not include a full tank.  I always get a little introspective around the time that the birthday rolls around (also a little bit greedy :P). Well, if our wallets did permit, this would be my wishlist –

  • A bookshop of my own/ supply of never-ending books for the rest of my life
  • A book deal
  • A certified masseuse on call 24/7
  • A helicopter with a never-ending fuel tank 😛

 

Yup that’s all for now…and on that note I leave you with this song 🙂

 

 

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June 4, 2011 at 1:06 am

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I had typed this out yesterday but didn’t post it because the wifi was down.

I appeared in court today, albeit very briefly and in no capacity as a counsel, but as the authorised representative for my organisation and sought a passover. It was a brief 30 second thing, but i felt so good to be in court & *appearing* again. I realise that this is one thing I completely miss after having left practise and moved over to the other side. I have had a few offers to get back to firms, but I am happy where I am. Though I don’t get to appear in court myself, I do have a life. I didn’t study law to become a paper-pusher, but for the privilege of wearing the black coat, the band and the gown. After my matter was over, I had to wait for sometime in the court for some documents, so I went to the canteen and had some coffee & samosas.

Lawyers are a much maligned lot, and I have heard all the lawyer jokes possible in the ten years that I have been in this line now (first as a student & then as a lawyer), but you know what? We’r the first ones you guys come running to as well when some shit happens.

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June 3, 2011 at 10:26 am

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Iya has bestowed on me this Lovely Blog Award and I accept this gratefully and I am to list out the last 5 compliments received:

1) The Hujband uploaded some of our wedding snaps on Facebook last night and I woke up to a whole lot of compliments (Does that count as 5?) on what a lovely couple we make *touchwood*

2) I received a compliment from the MD of this other company with whom we’r transacting on efficiency & doing the job well.

3) A compliment from a colleague on my cooperation making his job easier.

4) Ex-boss telling me I still  have the the same enthusiasm for my work as I did when I was a fresher straight from college.

5) My cousin telling me I bake the sexiest brownies & another one telling me I make the awesome biryani 🙂

And then Monika awarded the entire group doing the Blogging Challenge with the Versatile Blogger Award 🙂

Hmmm and I have to give you some random facts about myself:

  • I shampoo my hair everyday (yes even in winters)
  • I make it a point to randomly call an old friend (whom I haven’t seen in a loooong time) every weekend
  • I have to read for at least 30-40 minutes every night before I can sleep
  • On Sundays, I have a bath at some odd hour before/ after lunch or after waking up from my siesta
  • I can while away hours in a coffee shop with a good cup of coffee & a book for company
  • I had learnt French in school for 3 years and could speak it quite fluently then, but I have forgotten it all now 😦
  • I am very particular about eating my meals on time and get a bad headache if I skip a meal.

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June 1, 2011 at 12:22 pm

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For me music is not something I can not not live without, unlike books. However, after staying in a hostel I got used to studying with some light music playing softly in the background to drown out ambient noises and that’s something which continues till date. When the Hujband is travelling, I switch on the television or plug in my ipod into the dock the moment I enter. There are many night when I am waiting for the Hujband to come home (he usually takes the last flight back which lands around  midnight & he reaches home around 1-1:30 am) and a book, a cup of hot chocolate & some music are giving me company. I enjoy music which to me is music – which sounds good to me & not one which gives me a headache. I listen to old English numbers – like Abba, Elvis Presley, Beegees, Boney M & John Denver, or old Hindi movie songs. As I grow older wiser, I find my tastes have expanded to include Hindustani classical music & Sufi as well. When I was a kid, my mother was very keen that I learn music and she did send me for a few classes, but I dropped out because I didn’t enjoy it at all then. I find myself vaguely recalling raagas now and want to read up on it so I can appreciate it so much more. I had also started learning guitar at a point in time when I needed a diversion & just something to do, but I quit again. I regret it now. I hope to able to get back to my guitar soon. For now I leave you with a few of all my alltime favourites.

‘Annie’s Song’ by John Denver – The Hujband had once serenaded me with  it over the phone to me before we got married.

‘How Deep is your love’ by Beegees

‘La Isla Bonita’ – Madonna

‘Tanha Dil’ by Shaan – I heard this song when I was in my last year in school and fell in love with the lyrics – ‘Aankhon mein sapne liye ghar se hum chal to diye, jaane yeh raahein ab le jayengi kahan’

Khwaja mere Khwaja’ – From the movie Jodha Akbar

There’s another song titled ‘Seekon na nainon ki bhasha piya‘ by Shubha Mudgal but I couldn’t find a clear video/ audio of the song online. Mad Momma gave me a link. Ignore video, listen to the audio.

 

 

 

This track from Bhopal Express by Ila Arun.

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May 31, 2011 at 1:03 pm

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I miss travelling by train. Its been a realllllly long time since I have taken a long train journey. When I was in college, the 40 hour journey every few months from Cal – Pune was absolutely routine. I could tell you which stations would come at what time, and  what food at which station. I would spend hours just gazing out of the window or we’d arm ourselves with some chips & coke and sit at the door (yes I know that’s dangerous). Onetime a friend’s slipper also fell off and she threw the other one away and borrowed another pair from one of us. We’d play never-ending games of antakshari, dumb charades, rummy & catching up on gossip. Train journeys were a great bonding session between seniors & juniors and broke the ice many a time.

When travelling alone, I’d catch up on my reading or sleep (I was famous for sleeping through a good part of the journey and have even had concerned co-passengers wake me up to ask to if I was okay). I’d be-friend my co-passengers and realised that most old uncles & aunties usually traveled with alot of food, so I’d run & fill their bottle or get them some oranges from the station in return for lots of khaana 😛

I miss those carefree days. There is no fun in travelling by air. Its all a rush – make sure  your baggae is within the weight limit, brave the traffic & reach the airport on time at least an hour before the flight, show a photo – id & enter the airport, stand in line & check-in, then again stand in line & clear security check, then kill time till they announce boarding, board the flight, switch off phone, take out a book/magazine/ newspaper & read or work on the laptop. As soon as the flight land, everyone’s already switching on their phones, getting their hand baggage out of the overhead compartment & eagerly waiting (and pushing) to get off the flight. Where’s the charm in the travel?

Train travel is so different. Brave the traffic & reach the station about 15-20 minutes before arrival time, find a coolie & haggle with him, then run to the platform. If it was a 5 minutes stop, there would be a crowd as someone confirms the bogey number, the TT would be poaid 200 bucks to get the seat confirmed,   someone getting off, some getting in, luggage being handed in and out by random people, someone running to fill the bottle. If the train was to start from that point, a scout would get in & scope out the seat & sit down while yelling for the passengers to get in fast. Luggage would be stowed comfortably under the seats (no restrictions on luggage), the bottle would be hung from the hook, food would be kept carefully – in short make it home for the next 24 – 48 hours. We’d be asked to help the old people & they’d b asked to keep an eye on the young college kids. People would get off just as the whistle would sound & everyone would rush to the windows to wave good-bye, a few tears somewhere shed. Then, we’d get down to the business of knowing our co-passengers with whom you would spend the next 24-48 hours, exchanging names, professions, trying to find a common link, making conversation, finding a friend in common somewhere, people would change into shorts & pajamas and take out their slippers. Some hawker will come in yelling ‘Chhhaaiii, cofffeeeee, biskooot’ while the attendant took orders for lunch/ dinner, some co-passengers would carry food from home and very sweetly offer to share (for a hostel kid, ghar ka khana were the magic words & never did we say no). Then after diner would start the business of setting the bags to one side & getting the berths ready, someone will invariable bang their head on the middle berth while kids would scamper across the top berths, then a rush while everyone would visit the loos before sleeping, a few of us would read till late with the reading light on, ghost stations with no names being crossed when the train would stop at some station and some harrassed person would get in and spread his bedding on the floor because he didn’t have a confirmed seat. The mornings with the day stretched ahead of you endlessly while you have breakfast, the halla & the gaalis when the person in the middle berth woke up late, the fights for the window seat, the ludo & chess being taken out, the counting of hours & the anticipation to reach the destination – be it Pune or Cal, both were home. Numbers & addresses would be hurriedly exchanged between new-found friends and promises made to stay in touch as we reached the destination.

 

Now that’s what I call travel. Where’s the charm in the lifeless automated air-travel where?

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May 29, 2011 at 9:22 pm

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I had a lovely day yesterday. I finally met Mandira for coffee yesterday evening. It was just like meeting an old friend after ages,  rather than meeting her for the first time. We spoke of Bombay & Delhi, hostel life, food habits picked up after living in a hostel, pesky relatives, joint family vs nuclear family and a whole host of things. She gifted me a lovely book and some incense sticks. It was such good fun and we just chatted away a whole hour.

While waiting for her at Select Citywalk, I also did a recce for my budday gift. I want a good watch and I went to all the stores in the mall, but didn’t like anything particularly. This always happens. Whenever, the Hujband is to buy me something, I don’t like anything. Maybe I should go visit the Kapoor Watch Company store sometime this week in Ambience Mall.

I have observed something about all my blogger friends whom I have actually met in person till date – be it Monika, Iya, Paroma, Meira or Mad Momma – we’r all cheerful, happy, talkative, extroverts who love to read books. This made me think – is there a particular type of people who blog? You’d have to be an extrovert to be able to interact effortlessly with people whom you haven’t actually met, its a love for books which makes one want to write & hence the need to express oneself through a blog, you automatically gravitate  towards blogs which are interesting and where there’s a similar thinking. That’s my take on it. What’s your opinion?

 

 

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May 29, 2011 at 8:02 pm

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A hurried trip to Ahmedabad again this time. Luckily, the work got done and boss was happy.

After our work was done, my colleague took me to this place called Atithi for a typical Gujarati thali – there was mithi dal, shreekhan, karele ki subzi, aalu ki subzi, farsaan, shreekhand, puris, chapatis, rice, churtney, papd, pickles and imarti. This place is very famous for its thali. If you ever in Ahmedabad, try the thali. As a hardcore non-vegetarain I am telling you it was really yum. I had a few hours to kill so I thought I’d go around the city and maybe buy a lovely typical Gujrati sari/ suit, but I was told all the shops would be shut, so I went back to office. Around 5 pm when I thought I’d take my chances, I received a call from an aunt who is also in Ahmedabad and whom I hadn’t seen in 10 years and who stays very close to my office, so off we went and dropped into see them for a quick half and hour. My uncle also came home early from work to meet me.  Then off to the airport to fly back.

Hopefully, on my next visit I shall get some time to buy a sari. I have a fascination for the bright colours, embroidery and the mirror work in the typical Gujrati style.

At the airport, the cops put in 3 laptops of the same model in one tray during security check, so when I cleared security check and went to collect my laptop, I had to switch on the laptop and confirm it was mine and not someone else’s.This particular model of Compaq is very popular apparently.

Flight was delayed by 45 minutes when I landed in Delhi, though we took off on time. An idiot tried to get very friendly with my ass in the bus (from the aircraft to the airport terminal), so just before getting off the bus, I turned around and rammed him hard in his groin ith my laptop bag. The poor guy was limping when he got off. A friend asked me why I didn’t create a scene, but sometimes there really is no point. He could have denied it, said it was crowded and his hand accidentally brushed my ass etc. etc., and sometimes its necessary to give it back to these a******* in language they understand.

 

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