I'm a mixture of a traditional and a modern Indian married woman. Love all the Indian cultures, festivities, cuisine and everything Indian....simultaneously love to hold a drink while gossiping,
to hit the dance floor, dressed comfortably most of the times.
Talk, Eat, Sleep, Travel, Friends,..you can place that in any order.
And yes...That's me !!
LOVE LIES IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER? Or IS LOVE BLIND?--This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
LIES IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER? Or IS LOVE BLIND?
Just like any other family
in this world, we, Indians, too have a father, mother and children. Our
father is called BAPU, our mother is MAA and children here are known as the
A typical Indian family, where the father lays down the rules,has a bold,
strict exterior character and a kind heart within. The mother, loaded (or armed) with
peace, tranquility and patience to endure all that which comes her way and win
over a no-win situation, with barely these qualities, exhibiting her love. The children..a
few millions in number, are varied in their caste, creed and color.
Listing out some ‘talents’
of the Mother’s precious ones---
Some children dealing
with the misappropriate allocation of nation’s coal deposit.
Some children dealing
with the misappropriate allocation of unified access service licenses.
Some children mastering
the art of forgery in printing duplicate stamp papers and selling them to banks
and other institutions.
Chara Ghotala, as
it is popularly known in the vernacular language. Here, vast herds of
fictitious livestock for which fodder, medicine and animal husbandry equipment
was supposedly procured.
The above are just a
few ‘’kaarname” or the crowning glories of her precious children.
A midst talk of bureaucratic morale taking a beating in the
ongoing war and the
types of bullying behaviors being physical, verbal or social - MOTHER INDIA SMILED, FREE FROM ALL WORRIES-
as she is sure that her children will grow up to be responsible adults
because this immature, atrocious behavior is solely greed-based.and not need
based, and hence, can be reconstructed with her unending supply of patience and
love -- or so she believes !!
JANTA JAGO!!’’ do not trample on Mother’s hope and break her tender
loving heart of reviving the bright and shining future of her children..a
few millions in number, who are varied in their caste, creed and color.
Set her free, let MOTHER INDIA SMILE, FREE HER FROM ALL
I Got up. Walked to the nearest window. Looked outside. What do I see? A great view. The view I saw outside my window, took me back to my pre primary classroom. Many decades ago. Exactly like…. Once upon a time…..
I loved that time when our teacher, Mrs. Hicks brought in the big fat book of Fairy Tales. She would read to us one tale after another with so much of animation in her voice, that I always sailed into another world. A world of fairies, pixies and demons, elves, gnomes and goblins. The characters stepped out of Mrs. Hicks books and did all the things her voice led them to perform. A beautiful play. And in the middle of the entire drama, sat a little, young and innocent ME, taking in every word and sigh, Mrs Hicks brought out. Believing and absorbing every word and visualising the characters prancing around me in their colourful costumes.
Just to mention a few of my favourites.. Hansel and Gretel, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Rapunzel, The Three Lit…
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She was a caring daughter and a sister. Always helping out her siblings with trivial nick knacks. Bailing them out. At the beck and call of her parents and elders. A dutiful wife and daughter in law. And now a mother too. Bound by the hustle bustle of a married life. She never gave the professional life a daylight break. Everyone was very okay with this girl in the mirror, as their needs were fulfilled and catered to.
The family and friends basked in the warmth spread around. The years rolled. The in laws passed on, the children grew up, the families became nuclear. The receding hairlines, the greying crescent hair dos, (that much only was left on the balding heads), Was being a silent witness.
Now, the family wonders: - what the bloody hell did this woman do all her life.? She has wasted her education. No graphs of professional ladders scaled. No social status with the big-wigs in town. No technical know-how. Needed analogy of recipes or maids or milkman or moron…