Gone are the days...!!!

Atlast I am done with all the rat issue, ceiling leakage during monsoons and cracked doors....hmm..finally i shifted to a new place although not my own but a rented apartment..I fell in love with the pad when i first went to see it and finalised it then and there...After the dream of me buying my own house was broken into pieces in front of my own eyes, I gave up on the idea of even renting a bigger apartment. But then things again went for a toss and after many thoughts I finally decided to move out.

But things were not achieved in a smooth way, I had to keep my patience under control as many hurdles came along the way. Then things fell in place and we got shifted FINALLY!!!...

But looking back at my days which i left behind, I am gonna miss them terribly. We lived in a very small room, a family of 5 people which went down to 4 after dad left us. Those days have shown me many ups and downs. I have interacted with people from the lowest strata of society, have eaten their simple mouth watering Maharashtrian dishes. And I must say you will lick your fingers till you actually eat them mistakingly coz the food is so tasty that it tastes even better than the 5 Star Hotels. We also had to survive on those food when we had nothing but what they gave us. 

Hmm...Those were the days, when I actually yearned to own a television set. We used to go and sit at our neighbors place even when they were having their dinner, lunch or there were visitors at their house. We kept our mom as watch keeper as we were not allowed to step foot outside our house. There were rules set for us by our dad which we were supposed to follow, failing which we would either be thrashed by the wooden scale or anything that excelled as a good object to be hit. Many a times I would be locked out of the house along with my sister for going next door to watch a movie... How I wished back then to breakaway from the chain of rules which bound us like tendrils of a plant.

We came to this place 8 years ago when i was in Std 8th and we were taken aback from the ambiance to which we were thrown. It was like a dark cloud came into our lives as we never imagined we would be living in such a small dingy place with hardly any place to sleep for all of us. We were earlier living in a bigger house but after my father's downfall things went in a disorderly fashion. Eventually we accepted what life gave us and tried settling in the new place. How 8 years flew past us I never came to know, but those days will remain etched in my memory forever. 

I have always felt a hand behind me or rather felt someone looking down at me from above, paving way for new episodes in my life. Someone is busy knitting threads of my life as I never learned the art of stitching...:D...I know that someday I will too own a bigger house than the one I am currently occupying. This is second in my list, the first was to own a television set which I actually did.

What I have learned so far is that : First life teaches you to bend and then how to fly high. Hope the fuel in you never goes off.  

Interview.....

This is an excerpt from an interview taken by my friend and answered by me....Before she asked me the following questions i was informed that it was a research she was conducting...God alone knows why on earth  was she behind Lizzards....!!


Please guys have a sneak peek...;)


"Hi Anu,  I am researching on the common household chipkali. Would like to know ....  
 1. What have you heard of them from parents/grandparents? Are they lucky or unlucky?    Ans: Yes I have heard about this species which belong to the reptile category by my grandparents. They are considered lucky/unlucky depending upon the body part they fall. i. e. if they fall on the scalp you will be dead in some days. (Don’t laugh, Its not a joke, people used to believe this myth) 


2. How do you react when you spot one in your house? Your memories ..if any.   
Ans: I run with a broom in my hand and try to shoo it away, which often results in the lizard falling on the ground ultimately it is I who scream and run away. 


3. How do you keep them away from your space?  
 Ans: By cleaning the ceiling from all corners (cuz that is whr spiders make their cob-webs) every Sunday after an emotional blackmail and threatening from mum that no breakfast will be served. 


4. Is the a temple in Mumbai dedicated to the lizard?  
Ans: Ohh…I have never heard about this. But I did hear something about a girl turning into a chipkali after she throwed a holy book (name of the holy book withheld due to respect towards the religion). 


5. Any leads vis a vis people who could talk about or meet ? 
Ans: Regarding this you may conduct a street survey, will be at the receiving end…!  


THE END

A Night Stay with "Tiny Dots...errr...Tots..!!"

It was unplanned all thanks to the never ending traffic jam at Andheri and the block in Western Railways due to rains!!...I happened to stay back at my friends place who is blessed with such beautiful twins..."A story teller" and "A beauty queen in the making"...


I had been before to her place but this time I had an amazing time with the kids..looking at them I wish to go back to the days I was a kiddo...The naughtiest among my siblings and the receiver of ultimatums which included thrashings at the same time. Alright it all began with the little girl's planning on where will I be sleeping...She gave me an idea of alignment I had to follow which I did...!!


From the time I stepped into the house never was I left on my own...I was kept busy by adopting various roles like sometimes I had to be the photographer or i was being photographed (it resulted into blurry images though)...But the blurry pictures was all my mistake, I was blamed by the little photographer for moving my head (it wasn't her fault at all as her hand shaked while clicking snaps)..or else she blamed that the background moved while clicking...I also had to listen to her songs from the latest flick "Dum Maro Dum"...a song with Spanish wordings....


After the photography session the little master joined us and he told that we were in a park and were surrounded by Crocodiles and Tigers...We also had to take Umbrellas to poke their stomachs so that they don't scare us...that is what adults call "Self -Defence"...
Hmmm.....and as we were travelling in our car I am ordered by the driver to take a reverse and horn at the nearby vehicles even tough I am sitting at the back seat..!!!Whoaaa...I was wondering were we travelling backwards...But I kept my mouth shut coz anything can happen it's their world...so my rules don't apply!!....


Normally it is the adults who are supposed to be telling bed-time stories to their kids..but here its in reverse order...I was made to hear ghost stories by the "Story Teller" in which the ghost had long moustache like my long and silky hair....and as I pretended to get scared I was being consoled by the little boy that he had a big sword and a torch...by seeing these weapons the ghost will flee away to which I breathed a sigh of relief..!!


Last but not the least...next time I visit them I have to carry a small pouch of cosmetics for Mademoiselle...she really is a beauty...Mi Amigo (My friend) I thank you for bringing such admirable and marvelous Tweety Pies in this world...They are such innocent little characters you never feel like parting ways whenever you meet them....I am looking forward to meeting them often...:)

Boredom - The Killer

Boredom kills u from within...I've been experiencing it lately from the last two months....I joined this new firm under the impression of being alone and working peacefully. Little did i know that i will not exist here with loneliness giving me company.

I worked under tremendous pressure in a larger organisation for almost two years with people around me and a boss who kept bullying his employees at every step. So to escape the pressure and insults showered on me, every time I enter his cabin, I took up this job. Initially it was peaceful, I was getting relaxed. It was like a rejuvenating vacation for me. But day by day sitting in the office alone with no other human being to talk to began giving me creeps.

As i'm a person who cannot keep my mouth shut for long, the whole idea of joining here proved me wrong.  I like dancing around, cracking jokes and keeping the atmosphere happy around me. But here if i dance around and talk loudly and crack jokes maybe my boss will think I escaped from an asylum and joined here. So to prove myself stable and a serious character i keep my mouth zipped and stare at the computer screen unblinkingly whenever my boss passes my desk. 

And guess what....all my made up persona impressed him. Shit and now I curse myself everyday for being so overly sincere at work. So the only thing that keeps me going is Mr. Mark Zuckerberg's creation..."THE FACEBOOK"....Yes i'm most obliged to him for this. I can keep myself busy when I dont have any work (which is mostly).

And I get taunts from everywhere saying don't you have any work???..Do you get paid for chatting whole day..so on and so forth...Folks I'm frustrated sitting alone in this goddamn office and this is the only thing dat keeps me alive...Sometimes books come happily with their sweet faces and make me happy...Guys I know i can always count on you when the world turns its back on me...

Wait a minute...am i going senti??..See the effects of being alone....Take my advise do not be alone even if you feel like....Plss...I've been there and just wanna get this over with....

A Beginning....

Oh god!!!..I'm thinking hard on how to start...Alrite..here it goes...I went to my best friends place yesterday just to chill out coz her dad was not in town....You guys mite be thinking it was a big slumber party hosted by her and attended by many...

Well...errrr...to tell the truth it was just me and her....Yup...We thot of meeting up coz we hadnt met from quite a long time..and i managed to give the name slumber party coz its my blog!!!..I can name anything i want....

I was introduced to bloggers.com while she was making a presentation on INTERNET last nite and as i've stopped writing my diary on a regular basis i thot mite as well start blogging....So I'm here...!!!

I'm still learning the basics on how to blog so pls dnt make any suggestions coz I may be writing crap as this is my first blog ever....and i'm not a clever person like you all out there...So i'm not inviting any negative responses from any one ...

Well i always had this thing in me that i shud becum a writer but lacked the creativeness for it. I even attempted once but it was a big disaster as i didnt have a plot in mind...and i went on writing whatever came to my mind and then suddenly i was lost....

Yeah i went into a different road altogether which even confused me...just imagine an author getting confused by her own story...it was supposed to be a romantic love story which at the end became kinda Nancy Drew mystery solving case...I didnt intend to create a mystery puzzle...but then i cudnt help it....!!

Well later on i tore the pages into pieces and threw it out of the window and laughed at myself even to attempt writing a novel.... My greatest inspiration is Sophie Kinsella and Cecelia Ahern...I read their books and lose myself in the world where they want me to be, creating places they want me to create and enjoying the ambiance in the long run...

I guess thats enough for now...tomorrow or mebe the day after i will return with a title on my mind so that i can continuously blabber on some focused topic....  

So until then stay tuned for some crap...:)