Daily Prompt: Kick It !

What’s the 11th item on your bucket list?

‘Bucket list’ is a fairly new addition to the Indian way of life. I’m yet to prepare one for myself . I do have goals I want to achieve and dreams to fulfill.Must have life experiences and places to visit: I’ve never thought about them.

My mother is very particular about the wall calendars she buys every year: she always picks ones which have beautiful landscape photographs- serene beaches, picturesque mountains, vast deserts – a different scene for each month.


Once, I asked mother about this calendar obsession.

She replied, ‘Every month, I escape to the beautiful places shown in the calendar – In January I climbed Mount Fuji, in June I enjoyed a camel ride in the Sahara desert.In December, let me check,’ she flipped the pages of the calendar and said confidently, ‘ I’ll ski in the Alps.’

My mother does not know what a bucket list is. If she had made one, travelling to beautiful places would definitely be on her list.


Witness Protection

When you do something scary or stressful – bungee jumping,public speaking etc-do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or strangers ? Why ?

The scariest events walk into our life unannounced;at that moment, we do not have enough time to look around and see if we are surrounded by friends or strangers – we just act and do what we think is best.

But, there are some scary events that come with count down timer-we get time to think, prepare,brace ourselves for the dreaded act.

My reaction to these torturous time-bomb-events is very predictable.

The time/days before the event -the waiting period- is the worst. I’m in the panic mode -crabby,snappy.I nag and crib and curse. I plan strategies to tackle the dreaded event. I analyse, at times, invent the risks involved. I go on retail therapy and binge eat in front of the television set. I  WANT my friends and family around me. Patient and all ears. NO ADVICE, please.

At the time of the much dreaded, mulled event, suddenly,I want to be left alone. Poof! I want my friends and families to vanish. Their kind, smiling, encouraging faces make me nervous. I can read their mind. I know they are nervous too. I prefer the company of strangers, anonymity.

I feel like a man at the gallows- I want the to get through the dreadful experience as fast as possible.

I feel like a warrior – I am full of confidence.

And when I’m through with the stressful event, I want my family and friends back by my side again. I’m emotional. I want to thank them. I want to hug them.

WPC: Weight(less)

Last night,when I saw the Photo Challenge theme-Weight(less): show us the effect of gravity in your photo this week – my imagination went on an over drive:I saw astronauts in white suits and helmets floating around in space;I visualized the terrified faces of people shouting ‘hooooo’ ,’squeee aiii eee’ as the roller coaster plunged down at a nerve-racking speed;I heard my physics teacher’s words ringing in my ears “you can experience weightlessness in a freely falling elevator”.

I decided to give this challenge a pass. I knew I did not have anything in my photo archive that would match the theme. I shut the laptop and went to bed.It was late -Husband was snoring and Junior was somewhere in his dreamland.

Then, this morning when I drew the window curtains and looked out, I found this:


Three little girls hanging upside down from a bench with the sun shining right on their face. They even flashed the victory sign when they saw the camera.

when you want something,

all the universe conspires in helping you

to achieve it

-Paulo Coelho

Daily prompt: Unpopular

In response to Daily prompt : Unpopular -Tell us about a time when you had to choose between two options, and you picked the unpopular choice.

Sometimes unpopular choice invite awkward reactions. 

We were sitting on the top deck  of the launch(a make shift house boat),cruising slowly in and out of the innumerable narrow waterways of the dense Sundarban mangrove forests.Besides the three of us( Husband, Junior and me), there was another group on the boat – a big group with grandparents, children and adults.

A chirpy, loud, cheerful crowd with infectious enthusiasm. A friendly lot.

The grandfather looked very excited. He puffed on his cigarette and theatrically exclaimed ‘Apurbo !(beautiful)….. Asadharan!(extra ordinary)…. Dekhbar moto!( must see)’ every five minutes.

Now and then,his sons, son-in-laws standing near the rails,shouted ‘TIGER !!’ and pointed in the direction of an island, sending waves of excitement in the group. False alarms.

The children walked up and down the deck. Junior gelled well with them and joined the gang.

I sat near the womenfolk who were busy chatting and peeling oranges. Husband was busy with his camera and away from the noise and din.

Eeesh !( my God) it’s 9 o’clock already,’ one of the ladies sitting near me exclaimed and fished out a mobile phone from her huge hand bag and pressed the keys urgently.

‘How are Rin Tin and Pim Pim ? Did they sleep well ? Are they missing me ? Did they eat properly? Give the phone to them, at once. I want to talk to them,‘ she blurted as soon as she heard a voice on the other side.

Everyone on the deck was all ears – the children stopped playing, the men  turned towards the ladies and listened attentively.

‘Olaay Baba, shona, how are you? Did you take your vitamins on time?Don’t be naughty,‘ she continued. She sounded and looked  miserable.

The doctor in Park Street is excellent. I took my Lucy there. He gave a new diet chart and prescribed strong medication.Worked like magic. I’ll message you his number,‘ said the other lady.

Now I had no intention of eves dropping ,but the lady sounded concerned and the names Rin Tin and Pim Pim caught my attention.

Is everything fine?’ I inquired politely.’Must be tough to leave the children at home?’ I added.

Yes, yes.I miss them so much. they are like my children – my darling dogs – Rin Tin and Pim Pim,’said the grieving lady with a touch of maternal pride in her voice.

The rest of the family joined in- grandfather, the men and the children. Nostalgically,they told me all about their dogs-dead and alive. I told them about the dogs I had as a child.They shared their expert tips on the best breeds and pedigree. They told me how one can ascertain the nature of a dog by looking at its ears and paw. They informed me about the best and worst vets in town.They  recalled the funny stories about their furry pals and laughed. Proudly they showed me hundreds of the pictures of dogs on their mobile phones. The children, including Junior, crowded around the ladies and shouted the names of dogs as their aunt/mother flipped through the pictures.

Then the unexpected happened.

The grandfather turned to Junior and asked ‘ So, what is the name of your dog, son?’

I LIKE CATS.’ pat came the reply.

Everyone froze. The crowd dispersed – the men slowly walked away, the children hurdled near their mothers and looked at Junior is disbelief. The ladies muttered something under their breath.

I  smiled apologetically and pulled Junior to my side.


For the past 7 years, ever since I quit my job to be a stay-at-home mom, I have floated in and out of depression-

doubted my decision

wallowed in self pity

imagined myself to be a martyr

wrapped my self in jealousy

ruined relationships

shut myself from the world

It was tough for me. It was worse for my husband and my little son who patiently stood by me during my fits of anger, unpredictable mood swings and my ‘ do not ask, I’ll explode’ moments. My heart goes out to my little one, he deserved better.I’m so sorry.

Many of you who read my blogs might have sensed the turmoil, the state of confusion. Elena  Home That We Built  and Mabel  Mabel Kwong surely did. 🙂

Yes, my post The Coin’s Wish was written during one such low, low phase.

As 2015 draws to a close, I think, I can say with confidence that I have kind of figured out what I want from my life and how I want to live it.

I’m more grounded now

I’m happy

I feel hopeful about the future.

In retrospect, I think this unsure, disturbing phase of my life, though a long one, was a necessary evil.


Daily Prompt: Fandom



Rrrrr…rrrr.rrrr…clank- clank…. Suddenly, the engine revved to life, the gear  clanked. Ramdeen, the bus driver, woke up with a jolt.He had just parked his bus at the depot. And with half an hour to go for departure,he had decided to take a quick nap on the last row seats.

 The bus lurched forward. Ramdeen tumbled down from his make shift bed like a rag doll. The bus hurtled forward,swerved sharply to right  and then left. Ramdeen dazed, confused tried to get up on his feet. The bus kept swaying right and left.He could not see anyone on the drivers seat, though. The people outside were screaming and shouting.


Dhammmmm…. the bus slammed against a parked bus and swerved right again.Unable to get a footing , cursing and swearing, Ramdeen crawled on his hands and legs as fast as he could towards the driver’s cabin.

He was dumbfounded at the sight that met his eyes.


It was no human but a rogue monkey who had taken control of the bus. It might have slipped in when Ramdeen was sleeping and turned on the key which was still in its slot.

Eyes narrowed and focused,like a car racing fanatic, it held onto the steering and maneuvered it left and right as the bus danced out of control.

Ramdeen screamed at the top of his voice.The sudden emergence of a cursing, crawling, disoriented human scared the monkey.It let go of the steering and leaped out of the driver’s cabin door. The bus slide, rammed against a wall and finally came to a stop.

 With cities taking over forests, the creatures of the forest are getting used to human ways.Many of them are becoming more like us.

In this human altered world, is it too far fetched to assume that some of the creatures might have taken a liking to human sports? 

A monkey car racing fan, in this case 🙂

In response to Daily Prompt: Fandom

Creative Day Out

It was a cold, gloomy Saturday. Though the heavy rains had stopped, the nagging drizzle was enough to ruin the cheeriest moods.The kids were  grumpy and cranky.

To ward off boredom, we( Junior, Rai and I) headed to Claytopia- Bangalore’s first paint-your-own pottery studio.

We were greeted by shelves full of dainty teapots and cups,  tall vases, cute sharks and crocodiles and many more clay items.


My little artists thought and thought and  thought……….AND finally, Junior zeroed on a Jeep  and Rai a Shell-shaped Vase.


With pencils in hand, the kids were ready to let the creative juices flow.


They were so engrossed in work that they ignored the yummy French fries 🙂


Infectious 🙂 I picked up a coffee mug and drew flowers and clouds on it -something in line with William Wordsworth’s ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’.


Voila! our master pieces – Junior’s rough and tough Jeep and Rai’s  colorful Shell Vase. I don’t have a photo of my mug :(. I gifted it to my husband. It’s in his office now.IMG_20151208_104118128