Early memories

*Trying to suckle mommy because I saw my neighbour of my age doing that to her mom. (Don’t remember the age but it was before school) I was a bottle-fed child cos mom couldn’t feed me after 3 months. I have an excuse why I am not tall.

*Sitting in the back door and cutting my own nails. Almost 8 of my fingers bled. Mom got royal blasting from dad and grand mom for leaving me alone. (Don’t know what they were doing.)

*Throwing biscuits to feed birds on a pomegranate tree. In our ancestral home, there was a pomegranate tree and birds used to sit and sing. They sounded ”biscuit peeyo” meaning give me biscuit. Took my share of the biscuits (we are 4 siblings you see. Therefore, ‘my share’ and ‘your share’ had a lot of meaning) and threw it on the tree to feed the birds. I had these small star-shaped biscuits again last May after all these years at a friend’s place.

*Picking up the phone and saying, ”who is speaking?” and “thank you” to everybody. Sometimes, to the operator. In those days, you couldn’t dial the phones.

*Age 2 (Delhi)- Smiling at a lady who did not turn out to be mom. I had been following her thinking she was mommy.

*Age 2 and a half (Assam): Crying because one of the Aunts addressed mom as big brother’s mom. I wanted her to address mommy as my mom.

*Not being able to write A The top never joined.

*Taking flowers from home for Miss (teacher) and seniors taking them away the moment I sit in the auto. Learnt to say ‘no’ a long time later.

*Big brothers sharing a raincoat and giving me one to myself as they walked me to my pick-up point.

* Insisting mom to give me only a boiled egg for lunch. Sat down to eat it. Somebody suddenly dashed and there, went my boiled egg. Learnt to carry proper lunch.

* Singing nursery rhymes climbing on the sofa with actions to all my dad’s unsuspecting colleagues. How much of a torture it must have been! I am sure only my parents loved to hear them. “Found the pea na, eat the pea na, yes na” (peanut, eat the peanut, just now!!!)

*Carrying a wooden ruler home. Wrote my name on it and lied that teacher gave it. Big brother complained to mom. I couldn’t have that beautiful wooden ruler but I learnt not to desire what was not mine.

*Kindergarten- Sitting alone, waiting for dad.
Dad told me he would pick me up as he came back from the airport. I couldn’t concentrate the whole day. Informed all my friends. Class ended by 2.30 for primary sections and the entire school by 3.00 pm. I waited at first with some friends. Little by little, all went. Dad finally came at 4.00 pm. I was so happy to see him but nobody to show off to.

click click click

“Help a friend when he is in need and the next time he is in trouble, he will remember you again.” I did just that. Thanks Ranjan Yumnam!! He invited me to gmail and I took his help once again to get my password back.
Anyway, I went to Orkut, accepted some requests. Is it possible to defriend (opposite of befriend) someone you added as a friend?
Changed the ‘relationship status’ in my profile to ‘committed’. How easy it was, just at the click of a mouse. At the click of the button, I can be single or even married.

At the click of a button, I want to forget many things.
Can technology really change things?

Click Click Click …

Eighteen Bottles

“I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in my cellar and was told by my wife to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else... I said I wouldand proceeded with the unpleasant task. I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I then withdrew the cork from the second bottle and did likewise with it, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the whiskey down the sink which I drank. I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink and poured the bottle down the glass, which I drank. I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it, andthrew the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle. Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour. When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the glasses, corks, bottles, and sinks with the other, which were twenty-nine, and as the houses came by I counted them again, and finally I had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank. I'm not under tha affluence of incohol as some tinkle peep I am. I'm not half as thunk as you might drink. I fool so feelish Idon't know who is me, and the drunker I stand here, the longer I get.”

~ Author Unknown

declaration

Well, talking about names, I have decided that my husband should wear a ring with my name inscribed on it. I am a narcissist and I have every right to copyright him.

Just as I was about to mail this idea to some of my friends what did I see? The banner of Shaadi.com. The caption read-“The smart way of getting married”. I thought there was a love way and an arranged away. Now, I know there is another way and that is the smart way. Though this is not what I wanted to post, anybody ready to play Shaadi.com? I am planning to Photoshop Spears and Hilton.
TOI never tires to show them even when all of us died crying foul. My shaadi.com avatar will be a hybrid of the two but with my hair do. In the Queen’s language I’ll write about myself,

“I declaration -I wants Husband”

My name

My name takes a new meaning when you take it. The syllables sound so refined, the consonants so profound.
“What is there in a name?” I often thought but you breathe life to it.

Like a sing song,
Like the secret song of the wild bees,
Like the sacred song of devotees,
Like the burps of an innocent child,
Like the sighs of a lover,

Now, there is nothing that I wish to hear other than you calling my name.