Happy Valentine's day

Days like the Valentine's Day, Anniversaries and Birthdays brings out the worst in me. Somehow since the time I got married I always wondered when I was going to get my first diamond from my husband. Infact, nothing he got me or did for me seemed good enough because I always waited for the Rock. The rock which he claimed is 'being dug'. Kishore has always bought me a lot of jewllery, but never a diamond. Infact there was this one time we even went past all the diamond jewellery stores and then he took me into this book store and got me a weight loss book on a valentines day. I remember bringing the book home and as we entered the house, i flung the book across the house and threw a big fit because I wanted a diamond and he got me a book.


A few months back I was having this causal talk with my Boss and friend, and the topic of diamonds came up after I complimented her ring. I told her how awful Kishore has been and not given me one. She said, even if diamonds are a girl's best friend, rocks cannot give you a hug at the end of the day and I joked to her that that the next time she fought with her 'best friend' I am willing to hug them.


This year, a week before V-day, the discussion again came up with Kishore and I understood that he had no plans of getting me one this time too. I just gave up and told him that I will never ever want one in my life and that its really not fair that despite knowing what I want for all these years, he hasn't bothered to get it for me. I accused him that he was so insensitive to my wishes. He obviously had no clue about it and told he would get me one, but I said I couldn't care less about what he wants to do about it. The issue died a silent death.


On Feb 14, 2012, I was working from home that day. I had a mild back spasm which aggravated slowly through the day and though I was mobile, I was in pain. Kishore called me from work to check on what my plans are for the evening and I said, I just want to take a long walk with you. Around 3PM I was on a call with my boss and just as it ended, I decided to lie down a little to stretch my back. Next thing I new my back had frozen. It was so bad that I could not even turn sides. I was not able to pull myself up. I spent 3 hours on the bed, just trying to move myself atleast by an inch. I called Kishore and told him the situation as I had locked myself from inside the room to avoid disturbance by my daughter while I was talking to my boss. Now I was locked in and no one could come in to help me up too. I knew that one one way was for Kishore to break open the door.


By about 6 PM I somehow tried to turn myself and slipped from bed down to the floor and crawled in an awkward way to the door, all the while feeling like I was stabbed on my back, held the door knob and pulled myself up and unlocked the door and crashed again on the floor like there was no life in me. Kishore then came in, helped me onto the bed and knew that I needed medical help. He called the doc, helped me with some immediate excercises to ease my pain and went and made coffee and came and sat beside me. The next question was how do I drink hot coffee lying on the bed. He tried to help me sit up and as he reached for the coffee, my body just fell down like it had no life. This really shocked me and I know it shook him too, but he wouldn't let it show. He still tried helping me sit up again and fed me the coffee. He then lay down beside me, and stroking my back as silent, unstoppable tears just flowed from my eyes.


My daughter Aaliyah was up now from her afternoon nap and standing beside me at my bed and asking me why I was crying. My pillow was wet from my tears and I had no idea, when I would ever sit up, who would care for my daughter and my husband.


Kishore quickly left to buy the medicines and when he got back, he had a gift for me. It was a book. Yes. I was not angry this time and it was this book called 'P.S I Love you'. I opened the book and the message read, 'Just remember the diamond gets bigger as you dig deeper'. He came and lay beside me and we started talking. I will never forget that conversation with Kishore. The wonderful words of assurance and the hug.


My boss was wrong, my Rock did give me a hug. All these years my diamond was right there. Just that I did not look at it. I will cherish this moment for ever and ever.

Classes for Men

I personally Hate forward mails unless they are extremely neat, and this one is surely one. Obviously its not my original, but definitely one of the ROFLMAO write up.

Classes for Men

Class 1

How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays --- Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.
Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.

Class 2
The Toilet Paper Roll --- Does It Change Itself?
Round Table Discussion.
Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.

Class 3
After Dinner Dishes --- Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink?
Examples on Video.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.

Class 4
Loss Of Identity --- Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other.
Help Line Support and Support Groups.
Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM.

Class 5
Learning How To Find Things --- Starting With Looking In The Right Places
And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming.
Open Forum .
Monday at 8:00 PM, 2 hours.

Class 6
Health Watch --- Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health.
Graphics and Audio Tapes.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.

Class 7
Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost --- Real Life Testimonials.
Tuesday at 6:00 PM Location to be determined.

Class 8
Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks?
Driving Simulations.
4 weeks, Saturday noon, 2 hours.

Class 9
Learning to Live --- Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife.
Online Classes and role-playing .
Tuesday at 7:00 PM, location to be determined.

Class 10
How to be the Ideal Shopping Companion
Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours ! Beginning at 7:00 PM.

Class 11
How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy --- Remembering Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late.
Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.

Class 12
The Stove/Oven --- What It Is and How It Is Used.
Live Demonstration.
Tuesday at 6:00 PM, location to be determined.

Upon completion of any of the above courses, diplomas will be issued to the survivors. !
Send this to all the guys that you think can stand the heat,
And to all the ladies for the best chuckle of their day!

Betiyan - Ghar ka Beta??

Last weekend, I plopped on my couch to watch some junk'o'tainment(as my husband puts it and what he watches is info'tainment, atleast he claims so)...Anywaysss!

On a saturday night, when I am home, I like to watch some absolute bollywoodish on TV. I love to watch the awards ceremony, just to look at who is wearing what. I tuned into Star Plus and it had this programme 'Tere Mere Beech mein' going on. For those who dont know what it is, its a chat show hosted by Farah Khan with new celebrities every week. She claims that the show is different. I agree to the extent that the set of the show is the worst in the history of sets. She tries so hard to be cool, comes across like a wannabe! Anywaysssss!!


This time the show had 2 guests Bipasha Basu and Shipa Shetty. It was good fun to watch them talk, though Farah seemed talk more than them. They talked about their lives and their parents also told on a video clipping how good a daughter they are. They were very proud of what-ever their daughters have achieved on their own, all by themselves. It was really good to watch UNTIL, a mention of how they are the beta of the house. That killed the show..atleast it lost my interest in it.


Before anyone jumps up to say that I am a feminist etc...blah...blooh, I would like to mention its not so. I infact am very happy with God's creation ..'The Man'..no issues with that..God keep up the good job, though a little up-gradation, with user friendly utilities is welcome once in a while and would be appreciated. Anwaysss!! Well, the whole concept of 'my daughters are like sons to me', or 'I always brought up my daughter like a son' or 'my beti is the ghar ka beta' just doesnt digest with me at all. I just dont understand why parents or for that matter some daughters also, think that the benchmark for bringing up daughters is to treat them like sons. Whats that!! Why is that the bar you set for yourself. It definitely doesnt mean that you brought up your daughter in the best possible manner, atleast if thats what you think.


I am the first born of the two daughters my parents gave birth to. They always brought us up like daughters. Ensured their safety, cautious of who their friends are, curfew times, no talking on phone for long hours, be back home before sunset :) (I know there was one such rule)..more importantly, they let us pursue what we loved the most in lives, made us good individuals, atleast they strived to be good examples and when I look back at my childhood, I feel great, so do my parents. Now after all this if my parents were to turn around and say yes, we have no issues we had daughters, and we brought them up like sons, it kills the whole thing. Isn't it. Daughters are not a 'Consolation' for not having had sons. So I will bring up my daughter as a daughter only and the so called benchmark..NOT FOR MINE LIL ONE.

A rainy afternoon..an old friend online..a cup of coffee

Do you remember those days when we used to write letters. Ofcourse that is one of the most romantic things in life. We have moved places all the time and every time we moved to a new city, we always lost touch with most friends, some stayed in touch. Infact it used to be the most amazing experience to open the mail box to find a new letter.

Over the years we got busy and it was the letter that took the hit. Then came the magical email and internet and messengers. It was all so mind boggling and looked like something out of the universe. I still remember the first time I went to an internet cafe and sat in front of the pc and took almost an hour and half to create an email id. Obviously the internet cafe guy was the one who even suggested the password and told me, "madam, apna password baad mein change kar lena" (change your password later on). I faintly smiled back at him, thinking to myself that, that is going to take a million years for me to learn that. That night, I dreamed of email, user names, passwords..it was as if I had entered space. Really funny to think of now. But I woke up feeling like a zombie. Of course the internet has changed the way of life for all of us.

Today I know that I wouldn't want to trade my "rainy afternoon..an old friend online..a cup of coffee" for anything in the world.

A woman is like water

I remember having this conversation with an old friend when I had just begun to work. We were talking about how a woman's responsibility only seems to increase with time. His view was that a "Woman is like Water"...She has to take shape of the container that she is poured into. I somehow couldn't take it as this guy seemed to be sounding like a male chauvinist. We argued and argued until to seemed endless.

After so many years, I have somehow come to understand the beauty of this statement. Though my friend might not have intended this way but surely we women are like water and can adapt to any situation so beautifully and gracefully.Indeed we are like water.