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 !!
I cant get the image out of my head,(Friends, my first attempt at WOW. Do write in your valuable comments )
I was in standard ten. At the
end of a dreary week, there was a flier, saying that there will be a school
excursion to Goa. A good 10 days without those dull and dreary classes, loads of homework and nagging
parents. The jubilant teenagers hit the roof with joy and almost all confirmed
for the trip and had a whooping whale of a time. The next year, it was Chennai,
again a beach place amongst all the temples and stuff. Then it was Trivandrum,
Raameshwaram and Kanya Kumari.
WAVES, big waves, huge
waves, outrageous waves and atrocious waves. The seas and oceans were always
associated with voluptuous wavy waves and big time fun.
Decades later, settled in Mumbai,
now a mother of two, heard about a
little beach village called Alibaugh. Ventured out for a weekend of fun, to
bring back all those beach y -- wavymemories, tucked away, during the process of settling down from a boisterous
bindaas bhidu to a subtle mother of two.
Checked into a quiet beach side resort. Me - Opened the
gates of my tucked away memories and proceeded to have a whooping whale of a
time. My memories of those carefree girly days along the sandy-pebbly beaches, its wavy
waves as the grumbling grew to a mighty
rumbling; And out of the oceans the waves came tumbling. Great waves, small
waves, lean waves, black waves, gray waves, along with the rains contributing
to the fun and frolic, kids
loved the beach time fun. ( hubby happy with his chilled beer and a over-stuffed
plate of the Koli’s preparation of bombil and jhingaa fry). Hearts laden with gratification
and happiness drew the curtains to slumber away after an energetic and eventful,
After a fit-full
undisturbed no dreams sleep, totally rejuvenated and ready for another day with
the monstrous waves, opened the window screens, to feast my eyes on the visions
of the roaring seas, from the floors above.
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!!
WHERE IS THE GOD DAMN SEA!! ??
Stretches and stretches of
land and only land met the unsuspicious eyes. Right up to the distant, endless horizons.
Utterly shaken and totally disheartened, I ran down in my night gown, towards the
shores to see the remains of the sea, seen the previous night.ALAS!!-------I CANT GET THE IMAGE OUT OF MY HEAD-----------
Decades later, I get to see
and learn about something called tides. And that too - a high tide and a low
tide.!! My geography teacher will be so pleased with me today ,to see/hear me teaching
my kids about the tides. It surely is a lesson well learn t. No matter, decades
later. Coz, its better late then never.
Today, you can often
see us at ALIBAUGH, staying at the same resort, just because
-------I CANT GET THE IMAGE OUT
OF MY HEAD-----------!!
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.
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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…