Love is in the air

 “Its long time Rag, we haven’t done anything romantic”
 “Hmm…can I send money from National Bonds to Indian acc?? Exchange rate is pretty good”
“Rag I am talking about romance”
“Hmm…next due for rent is soon approaching”
“Rag? Are u even listening to me??”
“Yes?? What did u say? “
“Its boring, can we do something interesting? Like long drive or a walk?”
“Let’s go out for dinner, Im hungry, Food lands will do?”
“Yippee…will do, will go for a long walk, hand in hand later, ok?”
“(Silence)”

So we go to this restaurant, find a corner cozy table, low lit with swirl of soothing music from background. Rag takes his seat, not minding me waiting for him to pull out a chair & starts studying the menu. I ignore it once and look greedily at him for some mushy moments. He concentrates on the menu, as if it were a newspaper. I wait for him to look up, as I know he finally comes to me for suggestions.

“So a tomato soup for you and noodles?”
“Rag, look into my eyes, as u did during courtship, without blinking for hours”

He does, for hardly 5 seconds, and then

“Its smoky here, my eyes burn!”
“Huh?? Try Rag, it feels good to go back to those days”
“Pass on the chutney please; let me have some pappad until food is served”

I gasp & hold anger and watch him munch on pappads like a hunger stricken cow. I wait until he wipes off his plate clean and try again getting him back to mood.

“How do I look in this dress?”
“Good” (Had he even noticed?)
“Good only?”
“Hmm…” (This man is miser with compliments)
“Why do you want me Rag?”
 “Umm… well you cook so well & you take good care of me”
“What? Even a maid can do that... why me?”
“But she can’t be beautiful like you”
“Hmm… you got a point… have I pulled down some weight in past 2 months?”
“Yes” (Man, get my point, I’m longing for something)
“Are you sure?” (With anticipation of his attention)
“Mumumum… hmmm” (Nibbling over last bite of what ever remained)
“Rag, am I your favorite?”
“Yes, shall we have our food?”

Who ever said marriage kills romance, is right! And when it comes to romance Vs food, the later always wins! Hmm… so much for the emotional me With this hopelessly romantic partner, I give up further ideas of walk in cool breeze, hand in hand and follow his way to home …

Ashwini.

A=B+C

Here is a story of 3 friends, say A, B & C, working for a same company,commuting through same transport (aka bus) everyday. Here is an incident that happened today and almost everyday through their travel.

Just for introduction, B & C are from same place of origin. A hails from another world and hence is a kind hearted girl with courtesy enough to care her fellow travelers, which in turn puts her in embarrassment sometimes. I sit back and let the plots take over now:

Plot I:

A & B reside in same building…A is driven to bus stop by her sweet hubby while B usually walks till there. Days when B is late, A offers her a drop to bus stop and thus saves her trouble from taking alternate transport.

Plot II:

C is a messy lady who often forgets to leave office on time. Often A calls her and makes sure she is in bus on time.

So A plays an important role in lives of B & C by helping them on time…and hence is a good friend of them. At least this is what she assumes.

Plot III:

One such day when B was late, A picks her on the way and drops her to bus stand. They keep chatting until the bus comes. A gets into bus first and takes first empty seat and expects B to sit next to her. Betrayer B ditches A & sits next to C & chats away to glory, completely ignoring A. Once they reach office, B & C greet each other and walk there way. A stands there blinking alone, not knowing how to console herself.

Later she decides to put this on her blog and thus, soothe her agony

Ashwini.

ZZZZzzzzz...

It’s been a low profile week after New Year bash. I still have less work at hand and more time at office, well, to snooze! I wonder how, I, who pleaded for some relief from heavy workload, now sulk for having none... It’s true; you always realize what you had only when you miss it… After rushing early morning to reach office on time, all that I do until evening is reading blog, newspapers, chatting with friends on office communicator, mail all long lost friends, disturbing Rag & Chamki, playing bubbles & finally snoozing, with eyes open!

This reminds me of then embarrassing but now feel funny situation. This longs back to my Pre University days when I was still a serious studious student. Physics lecture in class and Electric Current, Ohms law, magnetism etc were the topics. He was one damn boring, expressionless non interesting lecturer and only girls in first row could hear him speak. Due to this lullaby effect and lunch before his class, I never know when my eyes shut close. I was wide awake when girl next to me poked & to my horror I see the lecturer staring at me in anger is shooting a question “Can you tell me the SI unit of current??”

 By now I was sure he had seen me blissfully sleeping and hence wants to humiliate in front of the whole class. Sense of all the 60+ eyes watching me in doubt scared me to sweat. Not knowing what to answer, hopelessly I blinked when my friend in back seat whispered MPR MPR… Unaware of the term, I blankly repeated loud what I heard. He paused for a moment sulking over lost prey and asked me to sit. Saving my face felt reliving and I passed on a warm thank you smile to my friend. Later she told me it was Ampere and not MPR and we laughed out loud realizing the way we fooled the lecturer unknowingly to save our image!!

After many years of this incidence, I still remember this, as it repeated many more times, but me being the spectator :D Even while I type this, one of my colleague friends is swaying in nap. Giggling ear to ear on his situation, I happily found topic for my blog post

Ashwini