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Goofy

5 Aug

I’m a mother, minus the labour pains…. 🙂

Before you get any vague, wild ideas in your head… here’s my little baby….

Cute isn’t he????

I always thought I hated dogs. Well not always actually, just after one very unfortunate incident where our neighbours 2 year old Pomeranian bit me while I was trying to feed her. What followed was a lot of crying and four extremely painful injections. I could not sleep on my back for weeks…. 😉 I used to play with Pommie (I know the name is clichéd but I lived in Akola…:P ) immediately after coming home from school, and I thought she liked me. But after playing with her for almost a year she bit me when i was trying to feed her, and all my thoughts about dogs’ loyalty went crashing down the drain.

What made them flush out again?? This little guy here called Goofy. I and my cousin bro bought this 42 day old puppy, as his birthday present on 18th of July. I was terrified to say the least, not of the puppy but of the huge responsibility that we were taking up. None of our family members were supporting it. There was even a point where we were not supposed to go to my uncles place coz my grand mom (nani) hated the fact that we were going gaga over an animal.

But goofy came nevertheless at my bro’s place, and we had no idea we could love him so much in just a couple of days. My bro who is of the habit of getting up at 11am in the morning, kept up all night long just to see whether goofy was fine. He spoils him, plays with him and gets up every morning at 7.30am now to feed him and give him his medicines. He does not even mind cleaning up his pee and poop. And he’s never even picked up a broom to clean his own house ever in his life.

I have such a hard time concentrating at work, and all my conversations begin and end with “you know what goofy did yesterday…… aww he is so adorable” with full fledged imitation of his bark, yelp, cry or his innocent puppy face that he makes when we punish him. The only thing I cannot do is imitate him wagging his little tail when I come home 🙂

It’s so satisfying to see him so happy and excited when I call his name after opening the front door and him coming running at top speed, slipping five times just so he can reach me and eat my sandals. Of course he’s not allowed to do that, but with a face that cute, I say oh what the hell you wanna chew off my shoes or my pants.. Well go ahead. 🙂

Taking him to the vet is another experience in itself. There are so many breeds of dogs coming there and how they fuss over him saying “Aww look at him he is soooo cute.. I don’t even remember when my Eliza was so small.” What’s surprising is sometimes you see the same people at the vet’s clinic and although you might not know their name and they might not know yours, they remember goofy and you remember their dog’s name. And they also see that you at an amateur at dog training so you get lots of free advice. 🙂

I’m so glad my bro took this wonderful decision of bringing this cute little dog into our family. Yes we have to clean up his poop and put up with him tearing apart the clothes or shoes lying around, but the best part is we have him, his unconditional love and loyalty all to ourselves. We sure are glad we don’t have to put him in a school and make him do homework when he grows up…. 🙂 Mommyhood in a better way huh??? 🙂

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Happy Birthday Pappa

15 May

It’s my papa’s birthday today and I have been pondering for days about what to gift him. The fact is no gift is good enough for dad. Flowers die, cards and gifts are forgotten, I already gave him a mobile last year. So now what? I don’t think there is anything in the world which can convey what dad means to me. Shirts, mobiles, tie’s none of these can carry the emotions and the gratitude I feel for my daddy.

 So I decided no gifts this year, but just a small attempt at writing a poem for Pappa. Hope it turns out well. This one’s for you pappa……

 Daddy’s Girl

 When I was little, you made me sit next to you,
I would playfully put shaving foam all over your shirt,
You never complained, but joined in the fun.

 You taught me how to be brave and face the pain,
When I fell down,, you taught me how to get up
and ride the bike again.

 You never said I had to come first in class,
Coz it didn’t matter
as long as I passed.

I fell sick the moment you went for business for some days,
The fever vanished,
as soon as I saw your smiling face.

You taught me all about cricket,
You taught me the difference between leg stump and off stump,
You taught me to be optimistic, till the last ball.

You taught me how to be honest in everything I do,
That has helped me be successful in what I do.

You taught me to be independent,
You let me fly to heights I wanted,
You never asked for anything in return.

 You taught me to be strong always whenever a problem arose,
You taught me to be confident,
You taught me how to face the world.

But somewhere deep down I know,
I will never be grown up enough for you,
Coz I’ll always remain Daddy’s little Girl……

 I love you Pappa

 Happy Birthday……..

P.S: It does not rhyme I know, but I hope its a good start for a first timer….. 🙂

Hope

2 Feb

As she got off from the bus, a small flicker of hope, as if rising from her heart swept all over her.

 

Like always she looked around, her eyes scanning the area. Like everyday she wished, and wished hard.

 

She always looked for him every single day when she got off from the bus. It was as if she silently prayed that some sort of miracle would happen and he would appear right out of thin air. And she would go running to him no caring about anything around and he would sweep her in his strong arms and take her away with her.

 

But today was gong to be no different than every other day. He was not to be seen anywhere, and she reluctantly with a heavy heart crossed the all familiar gate and went inside the building.

 

This procedure was repeated every evening while going back in the same old boring bus that took her home. She looked around, and he was not there.

 

But it was this faint feeling of hope which arose in her heart everyday that carried her through the whole day and then through the whole night to the next day. As if the sole purpose of her existence was the hope to see him, the man she loved the most in her life.

 

“I know he’ll come tomorrow”, she tried to convince herself knowing all too well that the chances of her hope getting shattered were more than even the chances of the sun rising in the west.

 

But her mother had taught her, that it was only relying on hope that the whole world moved on, and that it was all she had, to keep her going.

 

She had sworn to herself to not let her mother down and went on working harder than ever, secretly wishing that God would be pleased with her perseverance and give her what she wanted. She also prayed that the war would end soon and she could see him again.

 

It was on a typical rainy day in July that her prayers were finally answered. She got off her bus and for the first time didn’t look around for him as the rain was increasing by the second. She trotted on the stone footpath cleverly avoiding the potholes full of dirty water, when her she cast a sideways glance at the road ahead.

 

At first she didn’t notice, but at a second glance she realized that it was actually him. She stood still for a moment for the sight to sink in and then she ran….. She ran as if all her life depended on it…….. And he swept her in his arms just like she had imagined, not caring about the curious onlookers, and whispered softly in his ears……

 

“Let’s go home daddy!!!!”

Dilemma

15 Oct

“You have to make a choice priya….. today, here now!!!!”, he said. She was trying to fight back her tears, for it might be a zillion times that he had told her…. I just hate it when you cry,

It’s like all you girls have this last and final and the most lethal weapon to have your way in all arguments”.

How she hated it that this is what he thought about the way she expressed her sadness… it was so unfair.

 

And it was all coming back to her in the middle of her dilemma… how it had all started.

‘It’s so “filmy” and romantic’ was what her friends had said to her when they had come to know about this tall dark handsome guy that she had fallen in love with.

It was her cousin sister’s wedding reception and he was one of the groom’s friends.

All her friends had told her she was looking stunning in her red and black saari, and he spoilt it.

“Cant you see where you’re going, you spoilt my saari, are you out of your mind…..” and she went on and on not even once looking up from all the mess that the ice cream had created on the garment, cursing him under her breath and worrying what her mom will say about this, until the moment he spoke, “I’m extremely sorry, I didn’t mean to spoil your saari, and to be honest I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going. You see all my attention was on a really ho….. ahem beautiful girl standing in that corner.”

Although she knew she shouldn’t have but she did turn around to see what girl he was talking about, and the moment she did she felt extremely stupid.

Was this guy a nut or just another typical guy trying to flirt with all the girls possible in one night? But one thing was for sure. He was HANDSOME!!!!!.

‘Oh stop thinking about all that, priya’ a voice from somewhere told her, and she just turned around without acknowledging his presence and went away.

 

For the rest of the evening she somehow couldn’t help noticing him for reasons she herself didn’t know, and each time she looked at him, she saw him looking at her from d corner of his eye. How she hated herself to be indulged in such an activity, but then even girls were allowed to flirt once in a while weren’t they? If guys could do it 24 X 7 why couldn’t she???  after all he was good looking.

His name was Raj she found that out from her friends, but she hoped she would never see him again… or was it the other way round????

 

Perhaps destiny had some different plans for them. Raj couldn’t stop thinking about her from the moment he had seen that pretty face and those beautiful brown eyes. Finding her phone number was not such a difficult thing, but calling her was. What would he say to her, ‘Hi Priya this is Raj, I’m the stupid guy who spilled ice cream on you that evening of your sister’s wedding’ or ‘Hey I’m calling to ask whether all the stains have been removed from you dress’….. ahhhh that was insane.

But finally he mustered enough courage to call her and thankfully she picked up on the third ring, he immediately recognized that sweey voice.

“Hi Priya, this is Raj, I guess you don’t quiet remember me???”

“As a matter of fact I do, you r d one who made my evening by spilling ice cream all over me isn’t it???”

“Ohh, well… yes… I’m the one and I’m really…….” And she interrupted before he could finish,

“So what have you called for now???” Wow she was playing hard to get, she knew exactly why he had called, and she was happy about it in a way.

“I was wondering if you would like to have a cup of coffee with me if you are free, so that I can make up for my stupid mistake that day”

“What makes you think I will accept an invitation for coffee from a stranger, who’s known to lose his attention once he spots a good looking female???”

“Well…. one thing is for sure, I wont spill it this time, so that should make you accept my invitation…”

She laughed despite thinking it was a rather silly joke. He sounded so good on the phone.

‘There you go again Priya’, that voice again.

“Ok I’m free today, so where do you want to go??” she heard herself saying.

“How about CCD at 5pm, should I pick you up?”

“I can take a rik, see you at 5, don’t be late.. Bye”

“Bye”

How did he know where she lived??? She thought after hanging up.

‘Oh! Whatever…. What harm can one coffee cause?’

 

But the truth was they were almost inseparable after that first coffee date.

He thought she was intelligent, smart, and level headed. She thought he was witty, charming, and caring. How he loved the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed.

Looking at both of them one could say cupid had done his job well.

 

It was 3 months after they had met that they had their first fight. It was such a petty issue, she didn’t even remember the real reason. It was just another disagreement they had about some interesting topic they were discussing about and it had turned into a messy fight. They promised never to fight with each other again.

 

But as they say promises are meant to be broken, this one was no exception. Gradually the fights became more frequent. The very things that they had found interesting in each other had now turned into irritating habits, and there was no day which would pass by without them arguing over something.

 

She was surprised as to how their relationship could change so much in such a short period of time. His friends told him that this is what happens to every relationship after a few months. He didn’t listen to them, and thought everything will be alright eventually, so he immediately called her, to let her know how much he loved her and wanted to make things right. But her phone was giving a busy signal.

‘She must be talking to someone’, he thought. He tried again after 15 minutes, busy again.

‘Who is she talking to for so long? Must be her mother.’

But when he tried the third time and the phone was still busy, he started to get impatient and angry. Finally when the phone connected he had lost his temper, ‘Who the hell were you talking to for so long Priya?’

‘Why are you getting so angry, I was talking to Vineet’

“For so long? What was so important?”

“Cant I talk to my best friend once in a while? What’s the matter Raj, did you want to talk to me about anything important?”

“Oh no no what would be so important, and anyways you don’t have time for me do you?

Why don’t you go and talk to Vineet”, and he hung up.

She got so confused, why did he have to get so angry, he knew Vineet was her childhood friend. She just didn’t understand why he was behaving so weirdly from the last few weeks.

 

From the moment he had hung up he realized he had gone too far. Probably she was crying. ‘Oh no!! What do I do now? I guess I’ll just call her and say sorry’, and he did although half heartedly. But there were numerous questions going through his head.

‘Why was she talking to Vineet for so long?’

‘What must she be talking about?’

Instead of asking her all this he just made his own judgments about her loyalty.

 

Vineet and Priya were friends since the time they were 5. Whenever she needed some advice she would turn to Vineet to help her out. Since she was so depressed about the way her relationship was going with Raj it only seemed obvious to call Vineet and ask him for advice. What was wrong with that, did Raj doubt her loyalty?

 

With time this issue became worse than it should have. He had started to think she didn’t love him anymore, and that was making her extremely sad, and that in turn gave rise to more interaction between her and Vineet, which Raj anyways didn’t like. It was a vicious circle and there was no way out.

 

Finally on the 7th of April, 5 months after their first encounter he could not take it anymore, and told her “You have to make a choice Priya…. It’s either me or him”.

“How can I choose between love and friendship Raj ? This is not fair.”

“I don’t care Priya, I love you and I can’t tolerate you talking or even looking at someone else”.

That was the moment she realized that Raj was not the right person for her. People who are in love never ask for anything and never ever put any conditions on their loved ones.

If he couldn’t trust her, there was no point in taking the relationship any further.

 

“Its all about trust Raj” was all she said before she got up and left, with tears streaming down her cheeks. It was over and for good.

 

“Its all about trust”, the words still keep ringing in his ears after 20 years, it was as if all this had happened yesterday. Only if he had trusted her she would be his wife now, but a year after their last meeting he came to know that she got married to a very rich businessman’s son.

 

How he wished he could relive all that again and change it, but time tide and trust wait for no one, and it all about trust…………….