Monday, January 30, 2012

Home Alone

Monday, January 30, 2012 109 Comments

In any healthy relationship, sooner or later, often or rarely the soul inside you craves to be a lone wolf. One such time, I confessed to BH, that I needed sometime for myself and co-incidentally he had some work in Bengaluru the same week.

He left, and for the next few minutes
I danced around like a monkey, switched the music on to its maximum volume, threw a vessel down on the floor, *BANG*, (Thank God my neighbours were on a vacation!) I enjoyed such little freedoms :)

Day 1
Cleaned every nook and corner. Made our home dust-free.
Watched a horror-movie, which BH would NOT have allowed me to watch. Well, that night I heard weird sounds which made me check every room and every closet to make sure no one was lurking there. I slept with a thunderous heartbeat.


Day 2
Go hubby time. Come hobby time. Did water painting, and this is what I came up with. I am no professional. Use of colors make me happy.


Ofcourse, I read books.


Day 3
I was bored to death to cook for just myself. I cooked once in the morning, ate that in the afternoon and then again in the night. There was no-one to appreciate my cooking.
There was no cloth to pick-up from the sofa/bed/table/chair. No wet towels to dry. No 'remote' fights. No-one to peep into what I was reading.




Day 4
I was dull and feeling low despite good-books, clean home etc. Was I missing clothes lying around? small fights? Wet-towels? All these imperfections made my life worth living? And that is when I realized Being imperfect is just "perfect"!

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Pondering over these series of incidents threw light on a few thoughts which criss-crossed my mind.

We may have been born to be together for life, but what we should not forget is that we were born ALONE separately. So, when the basic penchant for solitude is rewarded, happiness ensues. How long? That depends. For me it was 2-3 days.

It is quite common in a relationship for anyone to give up a part of themselves to make a life together. As I have understood "giving space" and "leaving alone" are two different things. Giving space is "Being alone-together" and leaving alone is the absolute "alone". There maybe people who think differently.

An individual changes everyday. Sometimes, there is growth or decay which go unnoticed in the routine of day-to-day lives. Such changes which are a part of you now, need timely attention. Taking some time out to dream, create, re-invent, rejoice our-self will help us grow into individuals who we can recognize and be satisfied with.

So, whenever you need time for yourself. This is the Mantra.
Communicate. Unwind. Nurture.

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Day 5
And BH is back.
*Loud voice heard in the evening*
Tigers piss on the trees to mark their territory and you mark yours by strewing your clothes all around!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Girl you'll be a woman soon

Wednesday, January 18, 2012 97 Comments

My aunt called me up last month and told me her apprehensions about some physical changes in her 6 year old daughter. I calmed her down. I said, sometimes it is just a sign of the far future. Then, yesterday, she called me again and told "that which should not have happened" has happened. She was sobbing. Yes. Her 6 year old daughter had attained puberty! Otherwise called Precocious Puberty or Early Puberty.

I was actually devastated by the news. I behaved like a hypocrite by putting up a brave face. I told her "This is an inevitable incident in any girl's life and had to happen sooner or later. Anyway, visit a gynaecologist once."

Later, my memory indexed to the same chapter of my life: Puberty

I was 12 years old. All of a sudden my body was on a growth-spree. There were some drastic changes physically. My face and hair started getting greasier. At one point in time, I had disowned my own body because of all those stupid changes. I was feeling weird. I was so conscious about my body. Though my mother had given me some lessons on menstruation, it took sometime for me to come to terms with those changes. I superficially understood what she said. Nevertheless. I was in a state to recognize menstruation only when my life decided to have a tête-à-tête with it.

One fine day, I realize that my body had started functioning on its own without asking my permission! I had all theoretical knowledge on menstruation such as how it would be accompanied by acute mental and physical discomfort, cramps, back ache, mood swings, irritability etc. But, when it actually happened, reality hit me in my face. It was horrific to accept that it is PERFECTLY normal to bleed for 4 or 5 days! I remember asking my mother whether this would continue in my sleep too...

All of a sudden the world around me looked different. I started identifying myself more with my mother. I had to accept that boys are different from girls. Till then, I would have fought till my last breath to prove that wrong. I cursed God for giving women this. I got my sex-education. Once friends started whispering about it, I felt more comforted by the fact that I wasn't alone.

So, there I stood transformed from a girl to a young woman.

Coming back, to my aunt's call. My heart cried for the kid. 6 year old kid, has to accept that bleeding is normal and if seen her friends would shout "shame shame puppy shame"? She has to bear all the pain, mood-swings, cramps and other discomforts associated with menstruation? Not just that, the physical changes would make her stand out in crowd. How much of emotional distress can a 6 year old child undergo?

Why does this happen? While many researchers opine that obesity,consumption of adulterated food, family related stress, genetic factors etc, may be few of the reasons why early puberty occurs, there is no comprehensively accepted research that has broken ground in this aspect.
I can suggest all theoretical plans to deal with such a situation like, telling your child it is perfectly normal and it is really OK to be so. Love thy body the way it is etc etc. Can I take the same things if Bunni is in that position? I fear not. A hypocrite I am, as of now. But sometimes situations give the necessary strength.

Fingers Crossed. Prayers.




Monday, December 19, 2011

The Latent Talent

Monday, December 19, 2011 92 Comments

We had to attend a friend's son's birthday party. We were dressing-up. As I kajal-ed myself, I shifted my focus on the mirror to the background. He looked 'So good!'. Before he caught me, I shifted back my focus. And..,

Me: That jacket looks awesome on you! Why don't you wear that often?
BH: (Smiling, as he combed his hair) I often wear ironed T-shirts. That is why.

That answer pissed me off!


At the social-gathering, after the cake-cutting formality, we had some free time before lunch. The party hall provided a mike and music system. What more does one need for the fun to start? We sat in the second row corner. A few elderly ladies started off singing some devotional songs. I buried my smart head into the phone. (Oops! did I use the adjective in the wrong place? ). Then, I heard a familiar voice which said "This is straight from my heart..." BH was holding the mike. I looked at an empty seat next to me (Now, you know that the adjective was certainly in the wrong place before!) He sang "Deewana hua baadal" a romantic song from Kashmir ki kali. My eyes 'moisturized themselves'. HE SANG SO WELL! I mean it.. His voice.. Hold on the breath.. Shook the ground below me! He looked eye-to-eye, I don't know why? I was feeling shy. :D I thought I liked public display of affection. But..

There was a roar of applause as he finished. I was proud of him. He never told me he could sing. He always made me sing over phone in our late night calls. Whenever, I asked him to sing he said that singing isn't his cup of tea. I was is no mood to put this under "You lied to me" category. 
Then, he got a phone call and he went out. Was it my turn to surprise him? ;)

I asked the organizers about the songs they had. I chose some songs with thumpy beats. The first song was "Yeh ishq haaye" from Jab We Met. The music started, so did rhythmic jingling of anklets. I thought, he should have come back in by now. My eyes were hunting high and low for him. And finally, he entered when the lines were "Poochona Poocho mujhe kya hua hai....". He did not know I could dance, and in front of a packed hall! He smiled. Walked up to the front stage, cross-folded his hands and watched. My heart was already racing like a horse because of the heavy steps of the dance, now it started skipping beats because of the "near" dear one.

The next was a Tamizh song. "Randakka Randakka" from Anniyan. I do not understand a single word in this song. But, the beats are heart (th)robbing. The introduction bit started, I danced like no one watched. People were shouting their heads-off. My ego boosted, the movements became even more smooth and flexible. I bent backwards in a beat, I saw BH dancing! Next, few seconds I danced like a cat-who-just-got-an-electric shock! But, I regained rhythm quickly. He did moon-walking ('o') Of all people, I never expected him to dance. Even if he danced, moon-walking? 
Amazingly, we matched our steps so well for the rest of the song, that I realized, I have a perfect dance partner too. (dunce me?).

To my horror! The last step, he took-off the jacket – in style and threw away. "All this style to reveal a creased shirt?? Face-Palm moment arrives!", I thought. Thankfully, he was wearing a wrinkle-free shirt :D He hugged me tight on stage! I was so damn happy about his shirt, I reciprocated.

As we descended off the stage, 
Me: You never told me you could dance
BH: But, I had told you that I would be with you in every "step" of life. And I just lived up to it.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Hither and Twitter

Monday, December 12, 2011 54 Comments


This is a peek into another window of my world - Twitter. Selected tweets. My favorites. I thought, you may like a few of them. 


  1. Lying to your girl friend? Two results are possible. You are excused Or Your ex-cussed.

  2. Love at first sight? Why not? If it is a big plot in a posh locality?
  1. No point in accusing someone of being biased. Every human being on this earth is bi-assed.
  2. What is 69? Inverted Kama?

  3. My husband and I exactly opposite in every-way possible! Even when it comes to love, He loves me, and I love him!

  4. Birth and Death are the only realities of life, All other incidents in-between are reel-ties.

  5. Seasons of earth changes because of revolution. Seasons at home changes because of rotation of wife's brain :P

  6. What is Loose motion? The condition in which waste disposal unit of the body disposes waste from both outlets in liquid state #Chemistry

  7. Girls Beware! One inch addition to your perfect figure, you may end up losing curves. 36-25-36 are perfect squares!

  8. Husband said you are my sweety pie.. I am wondering.. Can numbers be tasted? π (Pi) #Math #geeky

  9. How I wish I was a serial killer.. There wouldn't have been mindless emotional drama running over thousands of episodes.

  10. If Salman Khan is put in jail, the Khaidi number plate will be attached to his Chaddi! #Shirtless

  11. A board outside the house read 'No Parking in front of the gate. If you are a loud-speaker, read the first sentence by flipping letter P'

  12. Hope a spanner could fix all the loose, 'nuts'. #Pun

  13. An orthodox mother said to her daughter "Do not low-wear your standards by wearing revealing clothes. "

  14. My friend asked me, which day she should have sex to bear a baby boy. I said 'Son'day!

  15. Yearly nerd catches the book-worm :-D

  16. Most politicians will lose all their money when they bancorrupt #bankrupt

  17. Deciding to work out or not, is your life and your weigh ;)

  18. My cousin wanted to get a pencil from a stationery shop. I wonder, which shop moves from one place to another. (barring location shifts)

  19. Love hurts? Obviously! When you 'FALL' in love, what do you expect?

  20. How does one auto rickshaw driver help the other auto driver whose auto has run out of fuel?
    He 'Toe's the other auto. #Bangalore (only people who have seen such a situation can understand. I think.)

  21. Marriage stands if 'i mar rage' most of the time #Anagram

  22. Wear helmet or be ready for a 'hell meet'

  23. If you sit in an auto rickshaw, you are bound to receive an 'auto-prick-shock' caused by the protruding springs in the seat :D #Bangalore

  24. Hubby watching the cricket match, explains 'test matches are real 'test' of patience and endurance. And I think 'whose?
All the above tweets are copywrited to @spicy_words

You might have read one or two tweets. That is because, sometimes, when I comment on a post, that tweet-material would have flashed to me.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Letter W

Sunday, December 04, 2011 18 Comments
A guest post to bubbly Ashwini of Just The Way I like it. As a blogger, one can understand that she is a voracious reader, balanced and mature headed person. I find myself nodding the head saying "yeah.. Right" reading most of her write-ups. It was an honour to write for your blog Ashwini. Thank you :)


The below post is featured here

The 23rd letter of the English alphabet. Yes. The letter I do not like to see. A Plagiarist. A Copy-cat. Letter sans individuality. A Parasite.  Oh.. Am I calling names? Wait. Wait. Let me explain..
Now, go back to your phonetics and voice out "W". Loudly. Now, again. Loudly and Slowly. Did you say "double-u"? Supporters of W, try not using "Letter U" for voicing out "W". Does it have a unique sound? No. It does not. Let us come back to this later.


Analyze, how do people write "W", They write 2 'u's or 2 'v's together like conjoint twins.  it also depends on 'Letter V' for its survival? And talk of calling this letter out, DA-BAL-U Ufff! It takes 3 syllables! While all other letters in the alphabet take just one. Can anyone explain why we have given this special status to one letter?


Coming back to the phonetics, check out some words. We will now see if "W" can STAND ALONE
Who?  ----  Hu? (Bu.haw.haw. Now it needs "Letter H" also)
Went   ---- Vent?
Dew     ---- Due
Wrinkles  --- rinkles (Phew! DEAD...)
But, there are minority appeasers everywhere.
So, they reserved W for an important chemical element called Tungsten (where have you heard of this metal's name? Did the BULB on your head glow?) also known as wolfram. So, it occupies the famous periodic table also.


And then, they wanted people to think that "W" has bound the world to make it a global village. They were so desperate to do that, they made us write "w" 3 bloody times when we write a URL (imposition?)
Woman, War, Work, Wine - Crucial driving factors of the cycle of life and death in the planet from time immemorial. Still we chose to give them to an underserving "W", which is nothing but a pretender with no originality of its own. And arguably, the most important word in all of our lives "we" although pronounced V, was still given away to W. "V" did get a raw deal here.


I here by conclude the argument, that the english vorld should consider jettisoning the obsolete, vasteful letter "uu" and stop it from recking our lives by vilfully reaking havoc. And provide relief and compensation to other affected but more deserving letters of the alphabet.