Sunday, February 20, 2011
I remember the 9 months of courtship when my status message read "waiting for spring" It was indeed winter when i first put up this status message.. but the spring which arrived in august could not help me change my tag line.. For my fiance vasant (spring) was the one i was waiting for and he arrived only in november..
Those 9 months passed by in a jiffy.. I had friends and fun and frolic to keep me counting..But this time when i say waiting for spring.. the whole month just seems to be spreading onto eternity.. With a whole house , a toddler and a mother in law to keep me going.. i sure can rightfully say the going does get tough..
So this time when spring comes back and thankfully he is landing tomorrow, i'm making him swear not to go again to our long lost US for many many months to come atleast ;) And as a mother of a two year old cute cuddly boy, the best way to get things my way is to just let my cutie pie repeat the lines for me ;) Now isnt that a smart way :)
While talking about waiting and all that i feel like putting up one of my favourite songs by green day "Wake me up when september ends"
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The news was all around. There was indeed a pink envelope in the the head masters hand..
And her wildest dreams had true..
It did hold her name and there were boys and girls all giggling at her as she walked by.She held her head down in shame for no sin committed in her name. but still the trauma had begun. Someone had sent her a valentines day card and instead of blushing in glee she was embarrassed in shame. Her friends patted her, and pacified her. Its okay they said. We will find out who sent it.. As if it was a supari in her name. As she reached the head master - He just flung the card at her face and in his baritone voice he said " don't repeat this." and walked away.
She took the card in her hands.. There were lines in Greek or Latin. She couldn't make head or tail.She was the laughing stalk of her whole class now..Love had become a bane.She quietly went back to her class.. and crushed the note that she wanted to give to him at last..
Now the laughing stock of the class that she was, she couldn't find the courage to ask him out.
It was 4 am in the morning... And she lay awake waiting for his message.. He was very slow at typing.. But each word he said was worth a thousand smiles for her.. And thus she waited in vain.. It was blissful listening to the pouring rain.. Sleeping off in between dreaming of your man, waking up to find his message. They were mature now.. Both working and in their early twenties.. It was a call they had to take.. whether to proceed or to shy away.. And like the sms that she awaits, she waited for years for him to say, till it was of course too late..
Not only that she had a family at stake.. So did he whose thoughts were on her lines and so they did just sacrifice..
It was a smile to kill for and she toiled hard to find one good reason to get away.. Finally the smile did its trick and she was slain..bent her head as he garlanded her in front of the sacred fire and they became man and wife like all desired.
Though there was no platinum ring, or a train that closed you in(or out) to tell her that she loved the man she had wed, she knew they were made for each other. The silent kisses and the assured smiles told her she was in the safest of hands.. She blissfully slept with her head on his chest and clutched him like a teddy bear.
This is the page the story now holds, waiting to see what next unfolds..
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Monday, February 14, 2011
Its really inspiring to know that people you know are writing for newspapers and other publishing media.. Two years back i had thoughts on those lines too which well never really materialised. I was in the hurry to get back my lost career in the corporate world and then started juggling between work and a new born baby.. Now i think that life's a little more sturdy and I'm out again looking out for some fun.
The new society complex that we are part of is really a nice one and there are quite a few ladies with whom I've really hit off well with.. Though the concept of making new friends after collage/ your first job still seems a herculean task for me until your really lucky or okay that good, it doesn't really sadden me now.I think finally im mature enugh (Yes i see an important age threshold fast approaching me ) But I still do miss my old friends and gang a lot..
And taking my son in the evenings to the garden is really something i look up to towards of the end of the day.
Though this valentines day again my valentine is not around (as on most important days) i don't feel like cribbing or sulking.. There are positive vibes around.. and i so wnat to make them stay.
I have completed my collage - the pic from where i did it is attached and looking forward to framing it.
Also looking forward to writing at least once in a while on this less trodden path called " dreamgalz nest" :) I hope i get enough motivation.. Till then.. CIAO
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