Once, on a rainy day!

Here are two different sides of the coin called — LIFE!

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She glanced around her pretty new nest

all neat and everything in place.

Heavens had all broken loose out there,

but was so warm and cosy in this nest of hers.

Wind crashed on the windowpane

with crazy whirl of lashing rain

she smiled and hummed,

waiting for him to return.

And then came the call, so sharp like that bolt…..

one more life had been claimed by the insane downpour!

…….Once, on a rainy day!


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Darkness gathered and the clouds lowered on the earth,

the pain and the raging storm all began at once.

All by itself, their shanty stood on a desolate dot,

no one there to call and no vehicle around the spot.

Waves after waves of that killer pain,

hit her like the thrashing of the rain.

Helpless and trembling old parents,

only could watch in distress…

Cried aloud and she wreathed in torment,

but no help in sight at that moment….

Then above the thunder of the storm,

slowly whimpered a tiny little cry….

Fighting the odds and the elements,

a life had dared to enter the planet!

…….Once, on a rainy day!


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Out Of My Comfort Zone….

I had never imagined that I would take up an office job — that too, after being only a home-maker for twenty eight long years.

It was not a conscious decision just to break away from the comfort zone. But it definitely was a big step, because it is not easy to take up a 9 to 5 job after spending 28 years in the confines of the four walls.

Someone informed about a vacancy in a science academic institute, and I thought of giving it a try. Almost all the family responsibilities were fulfilled by then, so why not? Of course, only my decision did not count here. I had already crossed 50, so any employer would have thought twice (or more) before appointing someone nearing retirement age. Luckily, they too did not have any issue with a 50+ worker.

Thus started a new phase of my life — balancing household work with an eight hour job. It surely wasn’t easy. The house-work, purchasing daily requirements etc., which earlier I could comfortably spread over a span of 8 to 10 hours, now I had to cramp it all within one and a half hour in the morning and 2 – 3 hours in the evening. This, while managing a demanding job in the 8 – 9 hours in between.

Along with the time crunch, the other major hurdle was commuting in Mumbai’s notoriously crowded local trains and buses, at the peak rush hours. It was difficult, however, I did manage, not for just days or weeks, but for four years.

The job itself wasn’t a cake-walk; it would have been foolish to expect it to be so. Though I had a masters degree in science, I had never put it to academic use. It was not just brushing up my knowledge, but also to learn many things anew. New type of work, new people and to learn and adjust to all this new environment — each thing was a challenge.

At 52, I was the oldest among all (including the employers), yet I was well-accepted by all; but still, there was quite some resistance and feeling of rivalry from a few whose work profile was similar to mine. Some even tried to create trouble for me. But things changed and later we all became so friendly that now years after me quitting the job, they are still in touch with me.

All in all, it was a great experience. I learnt a lot, I enjoyed even more. Most important, this experience helped boost my self esteem.

I would have missed out on all this, had I not taken the risk of stepping out of my comfort zone.


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Resolution? Surely Not!

Resolution? Surely not!

If resolutions are meant to be broken, then why make any in the first place!
  • So the first one on my Not-To-Do list would be – No Resolutions for the new year! There! I guess it is working already! Well, well I am already feeling light, you see. No trudging through the entire year with heavy burden of broken promises — which I had stupidly made to myself. No guilt of ‘Why-Couldn’t-I-Keep-My- Resolutions -even – for- a- decent – time period’. Hah! That’s some Freedom!
  • The next one is every female’s favourite! This year I do not resolve to go on any diet. No detox-diet, no vegan-diet, no low-carb or no-carb or whatever-carb diet for me. Enough is enough. Aren’t the repeated, innumerable, half-hearted, unsuccessful (There ! I finally did admit THE real reason!) attempts over the years sufficient reason to add this to my Not-To-Do list? So, now I can eat anything. ANYTHING!! Isn’t that a great, thrilling thing? Whatever the end-result or aftermath of this — it would be solved with the next year’s resolve.
  • It is not my resolve to endure the torture of the idiot box – which, by the way, is growing more idiotic by each passing day. In any given serial, I could never decide who is the mother, who is the grandmother —– or great grandmother ……so on and so forth. Any given set of females looks exactly identical – age wise, costume wise, in every conceivable way. If these sagas of the ‘Supposed-to-be-COMMON-Indian-household’ were not amazing enough, their mythological counterparts are dying to compete with them. Just a part of a mythological serial, which I accidentally stumbled upon recently, left me wondering whether I had mistakenly wandered into Jurassic Park. Nothing more to say.
  • Another of ‘Not My Resolve’ for this year, would be – not to hope for any change for better in the prices of my daily household requirements —–namely, pulses/lentils. Garlic (??), veggies ….. this list could go on. Looking at those prices, I guess I need not fret over the diet plan. The rocketing costs would automatically ensure that my diet (and consequently, my weight) would remain in check!
  • innumerable things could be eligible for this list —- many things one would wish to add to Not-To-Do list. But I better stop here, or else the readers might put ‘Me’ into ‘Not-to-read’ list 🙂 🙂

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How I wish that my ‘Wish’ wasn’t this!


How I wish that my ‘Wish’ wasn’t this!

Weird? But true!
I am sure this must be the uppermost thought in everyone’s mind – Women’s safety! No one would disagree with this wish. And in spite of this, one has to wish for it!.
Much has been written about the topic. ( I admit, I too am doing just the same) But does it make any difference to the intensity of the issue? Does it lessen the tightness of the tense knot a girl feels every time she steps out of her institute/office at a late hour? Does it diminish the gnawing worry of a mother as she stands by her window, staring out with unblinking eyes at the dark, deserted road ahead?
Many people blame girls for creating situations by partying out till late hours. But all the females who return home late, are not out there  for clubbing and pubbing purposes. Most of them have to stay back at their desks for studies or work.
In today’s cut-throat competitions, refusal to work for the extra hours could cost them a much-required job.
A young mother I know, had to wait and work beyond 10 PM to finish the workload. She somehow managed for a few days. But when she realised that it was fast becoming a routine, she spoke to her superiors, explained about her small child at home and requested to be relieved at a reasonable hour.
The young lady was bluntly told that her personal difficulties were her own issues and if she couldn’t work late to complete her tasks then there were many who were more than ready to jump at the opportunity.
With the cost of living soaring sky-high, only a husband’s salary is not sufficient, so how could she let go of a well-paying job? Finally, she called her parents, who lived in other city and the retired parents shifted their base to take care of her baby and her house.
All they can do is, to look after the child and house-chores. But the girl still has to stay out till late and travel back home at very late hours.
Probably the bosses are helpless, too,  — may be they have their own compulsions and pressures to deliver in time.
For CA students it is a regular thing to work late, especially during their article-ship. Even after completing the degree, their working hours are quite stretchable and strenuous.
Not only these, in most other fields, too, the lengthy workings hours has become a norm.
 I have mentioned hardly a few things  — the problem is Huge! So my entire wishlist for Santa comprises of only one wish – A safe environ for all women!
[I feel it is a pity that one has to wish for something that is a basic right of human being. And that’s why the title of this post. I really wish that my wish for Santa was something —- anything, different than this.]
But has our dear Santa heard of this issue, living as he does on the remote North Pole? May be he has. And if he hasn’t, then let us make him aware of it.
And then, Ho Ho Ho!
Cheers! Let us hope that Santa would work his magic and gift us a truly


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