Gay Sunday..

Just got over two very days of torture,, what else would anyone call 10 hellish hours, a day, spent cooped up in an air-conditioned (read stale air, re-re-re-cycled) space, listening to a bunch of people air their knowledge, a great chunk of whom just do not know that they have got to relearn entire books on phonetics, and peruse a few good joke books while they are at it.

See what I go through for the sake of self-betterment?

Anyways, after the end-credits rolled , I rushed out of there and decided to walk a part of the way, back to my match-box. I wasn't disappointed, Sunday in Hyderabad and you are treated to a feast for your eyes, there is something to suit every one's tastes, people are out in full plumage.

So, here I was, walking along, alone, my Giordano backpack on one shoulder (have to name drop for the sake of revenue), minding my own business, lost in thoughts, too quick silvery, too varied to put down here, and I saw this simply gorgeous, drool-worthy Rolls-Royce sedan, I tell you, I still have goose-bumps from the sight. I stood and stared, unashamed, unabashed. The car was at a red-light, and that gave me my chance, while I was gaping like an idiot, the window swooshed down, rolled down does not do justice, and a young, hep-looking male popped out his face and asked me if I wanted to be dropped off anywhere,,,now get this, I am not someone who ordinarily hitches rides, nor am I usually that approachable, but please try and understand,,,this was a Rolls for crying out loud.

So, with a sweeter than usual smile on my face, in I hopped in, into HEAVEN. The window slid up, the music was on, Delhi 6 (by the way get the soundtrack, its lovely), and we get to talking, as in, I sit and nod or shake my head, in between ogling the glorious insides of this dream machine. The light changes and he asks where I wanted to be dropped off, when I think of it later, I think that was when I should have had alarms go off, he wasn't going my way, at all. But I was busy you see, busy being an idiot. So we are on our way, when I notice a lul in the conversation, he had asked me a question, flummoxed, I asked him to repeat what his question was, and he said,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,," What are your rates?" I am world-wise, but it took me 10 seconds to get it, he thought I was a what???????????? I did not know whether to laugh, cry or kick,,I was that taken aback, and anyone who knows me will vouch that I am never lost for a retort. I sat there catching flies, when he repeated his question, and said that he was looking for company to while a Sunday evening away and that I was the best he had seen in Hyderabad so far.

I murmured something, I do not remember what, but whatever it was, it made him pull over, stop and unlock the door, out I jumped, walked away, without breathing, and did not stop till I was back in my room.

I am still trying to recall my answer.

Moon-lighting?

A kite, freed..

It is that time of the year again, stiff breezes blow me off my path whenever I come out of doors, kites dot the horizon and since early morning today, prayers waft to my ears from the nearby temple. People are busy celebrating a new life with the new harvest season, and in the midst of all this the Goddess of wealth, good fortune and happiness lies in the ICU, her skeletal remains awaiting the final moments, her body, battered and bruised, by neglect and old-age, her soul, along with the rest of her, pock-marked with bed-sores. A few years back she was someone to reckon with, diamonds in her nose and ears, a number of children, all self-sufficient and earning well and a loving husband, where did everything go wrong? When was she picked out of the home she had known forever and deposited into the money-hungry hands of an Old-age home? When did life pass her by and become a living hell for her? When did she have the first of several falls that left her crippled and decrepit? When did she start silently bearing the humiliation of soiling her bed and having to lie there, till someone found the time or the goodness of heart to clean her up? When did the bed sores that cover her now, making anyone who goes near her wrinkle their nose, start to appear? Whydid the children never see any of this, and why did they have to wait till she was on the brink of death to come and deposit her in a hospital ICU bed? Why are they awaiting an end to the auspicious celebrations before they finally take her home, one last time, so that they can give her a formal burial? For all intents and purposes she has been dead and buried a long time ago.

I cannot make any judgements, but do tell me how to keep a straight face and a civil tongue while dealing with these people who, so willingly condemn the very person that sustained them with her flesh, blood and bones, to a life like this and a death that perhaps is better in many ways than the last few years of her life?

The world celebrates a new beginning, and a life quietly awaits an end to the ignominy it has suffered, the prayers drone out the hiss of the machines that pump breaths into her, keeping her alive till that hour comes. We have forgotten our human frailties and are trying to play God. He sees all.

Among all the kites straining their bonds is one which has managed to free itself, look how it flies free,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Being a Catty B****

I finally have a New Year resolution, have never been a great lover of such knowingly- temporary self-improvement techniques, but as they say, if you can't beat 'em,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

So, I finally have a New-Year resolution, (Deja-vu anyone?) I am going to be at my cattiest and bitchiest best all through this year.Now to qualify things, all references made to animal life and likening the female of the same to seemingly nasty characteristics are made intentionally, and are born out of utter respect for those traits, these are the very condiments of an otherwise very bland, Idli-Upma life for me here. I am gonna be catty, and this is something I actually am any good at, trust me! When I want to, I can beat the best of them at their own game, and we are talking all aces here. I do have further testimony to my above-mentioned skills,(refer to erstwhile Eureka's coments on Moi' in his fab blog), and am further inspired in this by another blogger I love visiting, "P", who said that 'ghar ka khana' has kept my way with words at the same nonsensical level (Phew!).

This is the only, one and only resolution I am making, because believe it or not, being a B**** is a full time and exhausting job, and there are standards to be met and competition to be kept at bay, so here is to an extremely entertaining (for me) and inviting New Year, if it were not for this great resolution that I took, I would have simply hated this year, in fact, come to think of it, I somewhat, already do.!

PS. It was 'celeBrations' and not what did actually come out of typo-land.

PPS. Thanks P

My own special celerations

Hi, I am back, will take me quite some time to gather myself together, and to top it all, I did not usher in my New Year in a very good way, but then when you are dealing with me, isn't that what we all expect? After spending a 'not more than usually shitty' day in the ICU, I run out, buy provisions and rush to my friend's place, to cook dinner for three people, we two and his brother, rather pleased at the quiet plans, only to reach there to find that there has been a change in plans and it seems we are all going out to dine, it was not for fear of being subjected to my cooking, let me assure you, for I have been told by quite a few guys, and gals that I am a decent cook, some of them out in blogger-world would be able to vouch for me, anyways, we do manage to go out, and also to find a table for 4 at one of the better dine-houses in Hyderabad, and THAT was a miracle in itself, let me tell you, for it seems that the whole of Hyderabad had the same venue in mind for their revelries. While waiting for our table to dislodge its previous diners, I got a message from my bank telling me that my salary has been deposited, only to discover that I had been subjected to a pay-cut, just because I decided to pay my parents a visit, well!!!!!!!!! Lucky me.

We finally finish dinner, catch hold of an auto, and let me tell you guys, these guys were on top-form, demanding cut-throat prices and getting them too, when on the way back, a team of police-men decide to stop us, subject the driver AND us to breathalyser tests, can you beat that? Pretty soon it will be illegal if you are dastardly enough to hail yourself an auto or a taxi, after a few drinks, rather than indulge in recklessly dangerous drunk-driving, and think you can pull a fast stunt, Huh!! our police force are up to all our evil plans, they will be lying in wait, don't say I didn't warn you. Well, so you see, I rang in my New Year in a grand way, hope you all fared better.

Here's wishing all of you a Very Happy ans Safe New Year!!