Tuesday, December 16, 2003

" ..poor baby fell in the dal ..and she didn't even cry!"

I find myself really attached to the stories of my escapades when I was young. I am possessive about them, and also in a weird way proud of them. One of my favourite is when I fell into a bowl of dal when I was sitting on the dining table, I did not cry.* grin grin* How this surprisingly premature warning about the clumsiness to follow is dear to me is beyond me.

Monday, December 8, 2003

He remembered

Half an hour left for the bell to ring and they are all exhausted from playing kho kho. They all sit down on the bench near the basketball ground and try to decide which game to play today? Name-Place-Animal-Thing someone says.

The tallest guy in the blue shirt scores a basket and all the little girls sigh .Six pairs of twelve year old eyes turn left as he winks at the head girl standing further away.The word game is quickly forgotten as a fight breaks out between the staunch supporters of the head girl and those of the sports captain (who is standing on the other side .)

The game gets over and the blue team wins.The guy walks to the head girl and says something to her friends... they all giggle. He then whispers something in her ear and they both start walking towards the bus stop leaving her friends staring enviously at the retreating couple.

Sweet victory for the supporters of the head girl. Chaos issues in the little group as everyone tries to get their bags and bottles from the heap... but he promised she thinks .......

He stops and says something to her ..she is bemused but nods her head. He runs back and picks up the little girl and plants her firmly on his shoulders and takes a round around the playground .She giggles and laughs and almost cries.She looks at her friends who are almost jumping with joy and thinks that she'll never forget this day. … he remembered……

(This is republished, as a remembered that nobody really understood it when I had posted it before.I hope the changes help)

Sunday, November 23, 2003

Everyday

I can smell the incense that mom lighted during her evening aarti.I hear her humming in the kitchen as she prepares the dinner.
What are we going to get for dinner today ??rajma? sambhar??..I hope we get pudding today
Its 7:30 and I still haven’t finished my homework." I hate maths ....what??he has put an ant in his mouth ??really ..why are babies so stupid"
"Mom chotu has put an ant in his mouth and he is crying ....now I am taking it out of his mouth ...and now I am pulverizing the ant with my fingers . ..hehhe ...I did not ....I threw it away ..Whats the whole point ? He is going to find it and put it in his mouth again??"
"Yeah yeah, the ant has been thrown away ...I save the world yet again ...further bulletins as events warrant"
babies are really stupid ...I just know I never did anything like this ..!hehhe ..he's got really small fingers though?* smiles*.... umm i guess dads come home??* swallows* ...i hope chotu doesn’t start to cry or he'll be in big trouble ....ummm dad is in one of his moods again ..its all his stupid boss' fault he doesn’t appreciate dads work .. ummmm I guess mom forgot to put water in the ice tray again ...gwadd ..from now on I shall make sure she does* wipes her tears* ..... maybe I should go....umm I should .....*sniff*..I should ....if only i can get these stupid legs to move ... Hey ram ... hez coming here ... chotu and I should go to the kitchen .. .the dal is boiling ??what should I do??........ if only there was ice in the fridge ..if only there was ice in the fridge...............

Fifty per cent of Indian households witness scenes of violence against women, including husbands beating up their wives, everyday. According to a United Nations Development Fund for Women (UNIFEM) report, "Say No to Gender-based Violence", instances of domestic violence are as high as 50 per cent in India .


EVERYDAY!