Woman of Steel

She was run by a fast moving car..she was scattered to pieces, thrown from work desk to hospital bed in fraction of seconds...all this when she was a mother of two infants. Man of her life could not avoid but work day and night to save his job, babies innocently cried for her attention, clueless maid ran the errands between home & hospital. Amid these, all she had was support of friends & her stronger than rock will, to live, to bounce back, to walk on her own little feet, to face life at its worst. Doctors prescribed rest for months with a doubt that she could ever walk on her own. She felt in shit when she had all the bloody womanly problems on bed. But life was calling. She had a job to attend, a family to take care of. She fought the odds, cried to pain but learnt to stand on her own. If not with nerves of steel, she would not be seen today running on heels in high zeal & wide smile. Her twinkling eyes blindfold you not to believe her past. Despite all the trouble, she gladly appreciates her friends who stood beside during her tough time. She breaks down to tears not with pain but with gratitude for those who held her up with care. I had goose bumps as she narrated her story of struggle. She is a live example of success,an inspiration to ask the life to bring it on ! I'm inspired..I'm writing this post to remind myself, not to cry over silly matter, but see everything as a new opportunity, to test my will. Henceforth, I shall try not to bring down the hell over small things & not pester anyone to comfort me. I shall try to be strong, independent & shine my life with my own efforts. I shall & I will.

Ashwini.

Behind Every Innocent Face...

Lies a cheater ! My friend Su always says "more innocent the person appears, more the cunning he is" I never bothered to learn until I was cheated by the most innocent looking guy on the earth.. whom else I can rant around other than my only hubby?? Yes, it is about Rags... All my friends believe him to be a decent, soft spoken & always helpful person... which he manages to bag with a simple smile. But listen to me friends, & you will agree with my sorrowfulness.

What happened is, when he returned home from office today, he seemed sick, with cold,cough & cousins. This guy never falls sick..but when he does, its terrible. His face was swollen and nose red. He immediately went to bed burying himself under a thick blanket. I felt low.On a weekend, I had to stay alone. My biggest sorrow was house cleaning, that we do every weekend together, now fell on my lone shoulders :( But with no other option, I picked up the broom & turned on the music to go along. After a painful hour of sweeping & mopping,I went back to check if he is feeling better. To my horror, he was murmuring faintly with closed eyes. Recalling movie scenes where unconscious sick people hum the name of their lover, I bent over him with curious ears to find out who his fantasy is. And what did I hear?? "Jaane jaan..doondtha fir raha...hoon tumhe raath din...main yehan se wahan" !!!! What? Is it a song? Is he singing?? I went blank.

After a couple of minutes of thinking, I realized he is following the song that is being played at the back ground!! Which means he is not sleeping but listening to songs...which in turn means he is alright and just wanted to escape from the chores of cleaning, which again means I am fooled to do all the work alone...Arrrrrrrrrrrgh !!! Unfair world & unfair people :(  Su is right again !

Ashwini.

Hangover

My head seems heavier than usual. Eyes burn and throat croaks. I gasp for breathe in an air tight bus. Then forcefully drag my legs from bus stop to home & I wish someone greets me with a warm smile & pleasantries. But the empty home invites me with dark silence where everything seems scattered, waiting for immediate clean up. Dishes piled up in sink & dirty kitchen table welcomes me with a pathetic smile. I throw handbag, lunch box, shoes in place & fall flat on the sofa trying to catch some breathe. Wonder if miracles really happen and I get a cup of piping hot coffee before I ask… my wonder bubble bursts to realize that I’m no more in Bengaloru & I have to move my ass to get things done myself… the vacation hangover haunts more than a nightmare… I’m sick… homesick… away from a paradise called HOME… someone please help me… at least with a cup of coffee…

Ashwini.

Patch Up

Prelude:

“Knock Knock”

“Yes?”

“Hiiiii…it’s me (with a wide grin as if my blog is delighted to see me)”

“Aaah…I expected end of world before your next post. How did you return so early?”

“Excuse me, sarcasm prohibited. I guess this is my page, hence my wish to write or laze”

“I have to answer your visitors & I feel ashamed to disappoint them!”

“Not anymore dude, you’ll be proud of my attendance henceforth”

“Barking dogs…”

“You will see!”

Looks like my blog has lost hope on me.. never mind, I appreciate you, my reader for still wandering here hoping  for my new entry J

Back to Post:

And thus, I’m here friends, out of hibernation and back to churning brains.  During this gap of two months, lot has happened, including appearance of two grey hairs!  No, I have not grown old; it’s the water to be blamed. So to save you all from stress of reading epics of my story, they are shortened as bullets.

·          Much awaited tour to Malaysia. Since I do not consider UAE as foreign land, this is my first foreign visit and regretted for not visiting earlier. Lush green country & colorful people made the trip an unforgettable outing. If my mood lets, a post exclusive for this trip will follow.

·         Vacation in India, dad’s 60^th year celebration (Sashti Poorthi) @ temple in home town, pilgrimage, unlimited gobbling of food, shopping & new year celebration at home with the loved ones.

·         Unexpected hike at most unlikely time of the year brought the joy of guilt free spending.

·         Super flop show of karaoke singing at a project get together. My skills are not to be blamed but the drunken colleagues who spoiled the charm of my songs L I’m cremating the memory of this incident right here.

·         Rags falling sick exactly on day of Deepawali scaring me to death. Took a month & more to recover but no worries, all izz well now.

·         Ended 2012 with a bang. Literally. With no external force applied, I fell flat on the road on the last day of 2012. Miraculously a cake in one hand and bag of flowers in other were safe but my bum had a bash… seems like there was some sin left even after visiting so many temples and it washed away thus.

·         Turned to reading Kushwant Singh books as time pass during journey and started liking his writings now. Reading is a new passion which I lately discovered & am hooked to it. I try more books at a bookshop than I did previously at Max or Splash for clothes!

That’s all for now. I wish all my readers a year ahead full of love, prosperity, peace and more of patience to read my torturing future posts J

Love,

Ashwini.