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Ritu opened the drawer fifth time since morning and sighed again. A long, big sigh!! She remembered her neighbour’s comments and she backed off. Her eyes glistened. She knew she was over reacting but she couldn’t help but feel down.
She was the most beautiful girl of her batch when she was in college. And her beauty was even more endearing for she was totally oblivious to the fact that she stole a lot many hearts on the campus when she smiled and jerked her head back to keep her hair in place. Not surprisingly, she was the most sought after girl!
When she got “attached” to Kartik a lot of alcohol flowed in the boy’s hostel…
After 5 years of marriage to Kartik and a baby later now when she looked at in the mirror she couldn’t recognize herself. Well, almost!! She has put on at least 15 Kgs post delivery! She still looked charming and beautiful with that sweet smile and cherubic face. It was just that she had filled up a bit on her curves.
She had become a woman!
But every now and then somebody would comment on how she used to look in her college days and how she has changed now. Most of the time she would just smile but sometimes she felt bad, sometimes she felt enraged and sometimes she went into depression.
Kartik was always on her side. If he was around he would shoot his favourite dialogue,
“If you want a wife, your children’s mother, a best friend, a professional, a girl-friend, a cook; all wrapped into one and still expect her to be toothpick thin then probably you are asking for too much from a human being!”
But it was not always possible to make others understand how one feels when they talk without thinking.
Today was one such day. Ritu loved chocolates and she was gifted one by her best friend today. As she was about to open it, her nosy neighbour came and commented on how much weight she has put on and how it is not good for her to have chocolates and other high calorie food! She pushed the chocolate in the drawer but couldn’t push the thoughts which were rummaging through her mind!
“Was it her fault that she was genetically prone to put on weight?
Was it her fault that she was suffering from Hypothyroidism?
Was it her fault that even after taking regular treatment she was unable to shed weight?
Was it her fault that she hardly got time to exercise on a regular basis from her multiple duties of being a wife, a mother and a working professional?
Was it her fault that she could not diet as she needed those calories to keep her going?
Was it her fault that Indian females were made to be a bit voluptuous compared to their western and eastern counterparts?
Was it her fault that media was wrongly portraying toothpick thin models and showing that was the way Indian ladies are suppose to look?”
As she stood in front of her drawer, looking at her bar of chocolate longingly, warmth enveloped her from behind. Kartik had come home early with a gift for her – a beautiful skirt and a T-shirt from the “All size” store… He knew she would look beautiful, as always, in those floral clothes!
I was busy with work when my mobile rang. A big smile came over my face when I saw who was calling. It was my hubby! But how come he was calling now? We had parted just an hour back!
“Helllllllllooooooo…., how come I have a privilege to talk to you?” I asked smiling.
“Where are you?” He asked. I was surprised. He only dropped me to my office in the morning!
“Office! Where else?”
“And where is the car?”
“It is with you, I suppose!” What was he talking about? He dropped me to the office and took the car and now he was asking me where the car was? He has surely flipped!!
Suddenly he started laughing!
In the morning when he dropped me to the office, I came to the office thinking that he is taking the car. He got down, took his bag and left the keys in the car thinking that I was taking the car.
Apparently, none of us looked back and we both went on our own ways, in opposite directions.
And the car? It sat there, with ignition “on”, in the middle of the road, in between two auto rickshaws.
But after walking a few yards, hubby looked back casually and found the car still in the same spot. He got worried and came back to check why I hadn’t taken the car yet!!!
To his horror, there was nobody in the car and the autowalas were eyeing him suspiciously.
(P.S. Thank God, police didn’t come and caught hold of us as in recent Ahmedabad and Surat bomb blasts, Black Wagon R with a doctor symbol were used to put bombs!)
Suddenly Prithvi came jumping and her frown was transformed in a smile of a mother! In her daughter’s constant chattering she forgot all about them.
But can she really forget them? They were always there… in front of her, day in and day out! And she hated them from the core of her heart. She felt bad for these feelings; she had grown up with all the values perfectly in place and yet, she loathed them!
And recently these feelings were taking toll on her. She seemed to be cranky all the time whenever she was at home. She lost her temper unnecessarily on her daughter and felt like crying without reason or on a small provocation.
She came from hospital and found her wardrobe to be open and her things were at display for the neighbours and relatives.
‘What the hell! ‘, she thought. But didn’t want to create a scene on the 3rd day of her marriage!
When she repeatedly got hurt by their constant lies, she asked one day why did they lie so much, it hurts her.
“What can we do if you are hurt”, pat, came the reply!
She and her husband were in midst of a crisis. They wanted emotional support from the family… They got it. From her family! She could not contemplate how parents could not feel anything for their own child now that he was married!
Her child was just a couple of months old. And even though both of them were doctors, they were not paediatricians. They got scared when their daughter kept on crying the whole night without any reason. Nobody came from the adjacent room to even ask why their daughter was crying!!!
“What could we have done!” was the answer when asked why they didn’t come and help.
One morning she opened the door and saw his mamaji and mamiji. She was pleasantly surprised to see them. Later that day she came to know that her parents-in-law had called them as they wanted to get separated from them and without her noticing they had packed all their belongings and divided the food and vessels into two so that they can take their share along with them.
“Where was I when all these were going on?” She thought bewildered.
They had even packed her husband’s childhood games and story books since they had bought it; never thinking about the child in this house!
Ultimately, as an anti-climax, they never shifted out. Apparently, they just were checking her integrity!!!
These and so many other incidences over a period of eight years have changed her from an ever smiling, bubbly, sweet girl to a frowning, irritable and some what distant individual when she is around them.
When she thinks deeply, she agrees that now the fault is not entirely theirs. She also lashes out when she can not control herself. Now, after so many years, they have started looking after her daughter better than before. Outwardly things seem to be falling into place. She knows she should forget the past and accept them the way they are. But, somehow, she is unable do so! The very sight of them irritates her to the core. And, yet, she stays with them. Though she never feels that this is her home… never!
P.S. Her husband is always with her, but asks her to be more patient! It is his love and support that has anchored her to this house.
I was sweating heavily with my heart thumping madly! I was literally scared of the prof. taking gynaec viva. She was a terror!
And the person who was going to be next for the bombardment of the questions was a chronic (he was appearing for the exams for so long that he had forgotten the count!!). Such calmness I have seen only on Lord Buddha’s face!
My viva was suppose to be just after him, so I was very keen to know the questions, just to get lead and feel of examiner’s mood!
Prof: So, you are back again, hun!
chronic: *gives silly smile*
Prof: How many times have I seen you here?
Chronic: *gives silly smile*
Prof: Ok, Ok tell me the stages of labour.
Chronic: *blank look*
Prof: Stages of labour?
she hands over a dummy pelvis and a doll for him to show the stages of labour.
Chronic: *mumbles something under his breath and shows the passage of the doll through the pelvic cage!*
Prof. probably couldn’t hear anything and the passage was so fast that she had to ask him to do it again.
Prof: Can you please repeat that?
Chronic (With the straigthest face ever made in the history!): Once the baby comes out, never goes in!
Though these days you keep busy
And its not that I don’t know about it
But my dear friend
There’s somebody who
Still cares for you
Waits for you
So, dear, keep in touch!
These days I am missing my friends a bit too much! They all seem to be busy with life, family and career. This is my amateur way of letting them know I miss them.
I was tagged again… by RJ to write a love poem! A love poem! *rolling eyes*
This is a love poem but is for my best friend, we no longer work together but she still is my best friend and I miss her a lot!
I warn you guys, not to laugh at the end of it. I am not a poet, but was compulsarily dragged into writing this!
so hang on…. here I go;
My heart leaped,
When the phone rang,
Chirpily I chattered,
Lipstick and the new dress,
Gossip and distress,
All the things we talk about…
We are no longer together,
But my friend, when you call,
When we talk,
when we giggle,
When we fight,
I feel light.
Sweetie, you are the best…
My friend, The best!
Scene # 1, 26 June, 2008
Alarm goes off. Swati wants to snooze it badly but she knows, she can’t really do that. Springs on her feet and she is up and about! With a whirl wind, she freshens up as soon as she can and is already in the Kitchen by 5:55 am
Cooker is on the first burner of the gas stove, milk on the second, vegetable on the third!
The alarm goes off again! (She keeps multiple alarms so that she doesn’t forget to wake her child up!)
“Please, bachchaa, get up! Its 6:15 now…” she cajoles her 5 year old to get up for the school.
As she makes her ready by giving her a bath, brushing her teeth, suddenly she remembers… MILK….. runs in the kitchen……thank God, it has not spilled over!
Runs back to her baby, makes her ready for the school!
“Drink your milk fast, sweet heart!” She coaxes her child. Suddenly the alarm goes off again! (Bhaago……..! Time for the school bus!)
Packs snacks for the lunch box and kisses her child and waves good bye!
“Come on, yaar, get up! It’s already seven!” wakes up husband…
Cooker has cooled, now the “daal” can be prepared!
Veggie is done by now. The burner is now free for the tea for the hubby and the in-laws!
Daal on the first burner and tea on the second!
Prepare dough for the “rotis” by the time tea is done.
Served everybody, had a cup of tea standing at the kitchen platform looking at the daal so that it will not spill over!
Prepares “rotis” for the whole family of four!
It’s already 8:30 am
Punches at the office sharp at 9:00 am.
Deals with the superiors, subordinates, juggles the managerial role with that of many others.
6:00 pm boss lets her know about the urgent work which just came in.
Reaches home. Prepares food for the family.
Dinner with family.
Helps in homework of the child.
“Mom, pleeeeeeeeeease, one story!” she couldn’t refuse her sweet heart.
“Hey how was your day?” asks hubby sweetly while giving a peck on her cheek. He wanted more! She wanted it too! She smiles at him… he goes to put the light off!
When he comes back, she is fast a sleep!
Scene # 2, 26 June, 2000
Swati receives a gold medal in Skating competition. She keeps her medal with others she had won in the past in various competitions.
Her parents were proud of her as not only she was good at sports but excelled at acaedemics, too. Why, this year only she completed her MBA from an reputed university!
She is everything that is expected of her… a good wife, mother, bahu, successful professional…. everything!
Everything but herself!
Recently, very frequently, Swati has started asking herself, WHERE HAS SWATI GONE?
It was the first term examinations and the last subject (biochemistry) was left. I had worked very hard but was still worried. [This was my usual before any exam! ]
It was the practical exam and viva-voce was on. At last my turn came! A lot of questions were asked and I did pretty well (I guess!). My professor was very happy with my answers, but wanted to check my knowledge further. (ab uski kya zarurat thi?)
“If you answer this one last question, I will give you extra marks over what I have already decided,” he said.
“Okay” I replied. (As if I had a choice!)
“What is the colour of the urine in Alcaptonuria?”
“Urine is of normal colour, but turns brown on standing,” I answered confidently. (The answer was right!)
But he was not satisfied, so he went on…
(Do you realize, initially, he had said he would ask only one more question?)
“Whom do you want to stand, urine or patient?”
“Patient,” the answer came automatically. (I swear, I didn’t think and answer!)
And your guess is correct, the answer was wrong… hopelessly wrong as it had nothing to do with my medical knowledge. It was a simple English language goof up!
My professor just smiled, patted me and asked me to read and understand the subject and not just mug up!
I was beet root red from embarrassment… but the damage was done!
P.S. I did my schooling from a local language till 12th standard so was very bad at English then. Later, I cleared not only MBBS but also did MD with flying colours. Recently, I have cleared Cambridge University English examination with Grade A.
નદીની રેતમાં રમતું નગર મળે ન મળે,
ફરી આ દ્રશ્ય સ્મૃતિપટ ઉપર મળે ન મળે…
ભરી લો શ્વાસમાં એની સુગંધનો દરિયો,
પછી આ માટીની ભીની અસર મળે ન મળે…
પરિચેતોને ધરાઈને જોઈ લેવા દો,
આ હસતા ચહેરા; આ મીઠી નજર મળે ન મળે…
ભરી લો આંખમાં રસ્તાઓ, બારીઓ, ભીંતો,
પછી આ શહેર, આ ગલીઓ, આ ઘર મળે ન મળે…
રડી લો આજ સંબંધોને વીંટળાઈ અહીં,
પછી કોઈને કોઈની કબર મળે ન મળે…
વળાવા આવ્યા છે એ ચ્હેરા ફરશે આંખોમાં,
ભલે સફરમાં કોઈ હમસફર મળે ન મળે……
One of my friends shifted to US recently with his 5 year old son. Everything was different for the kid. With bone chilling cold he couldn’t go out to play also. His dad (my friend) had to visit India for some reason. He asked the boy what he wanted from India.
He replied, “Please dad, get me my friends!”