Endless Love

Some love stories begin beautifully. Hearing them makes you want love so badly that it will hurt. But there are some love stories that are different. It will still hurt you badly.

I was talking to a new patient. [Basic case taking. They share their woes. We pretend to listen while looking for valid points to fill the case sheet.] Old lady, arthritic, very pleasant but a sadness hiding somewhere in her face.

"My husband died 6 months ago. He is a very nice man. He took extremely good care of me. He would urge me to go out every day and do something very simple like a walk. He was not so healthy, but he would still come to give me company." She smiled wistfully.
"On that day, like usual, he made me a cup of coffee. He had bought me a walking machine, treadmill. I said i am not walking, and he said he will instead of me. He walked for a few minutes. And usually after walks he would lie down for a few minutes to rest. Before lying down, he asked me to drink the coffee he bought me. He never woke up. They said it was cardiac arrest." By this time, her words were choked up and her tears were streaming down her face. And mine were brimming with tears too.

This is what i said earlier.
Some love stories begin so beautifully, it will hurt you. Some love stories end beautifully and it hurts even more. Or do they really end?

Celeb Encounters

So, i met this guy.

[don't be fooled by the picture. Can be really ugly]

He is under treatment near where i work.

Not a fan. But curious in a way you wonder about the lion-tailed macaque.

So, saw from distance a few times.

Haughty airhead a-hole.

Then this girl got admitted in next room.

Only saw from afar.

For those who don't know, Mallu heroine.

Now we are waiting for the gossips to start.

Puppy Love.

As you know, I am in a city now. Actually working here. Here the life is nice and i've made a few friends as well. One of them is a very beautiful and very nice girl from Brazil, named Barbara. Since the first day, I knew that she is brilliant and hard working, but the following incident brought to me something entirely different to my focus.

One day, in the afternoon, I was approaching the workplace and I saw this big commotion at the corner outside the clinic. I went and saw a very teary Barbara, and I was truly bewildered. What would make this seemingly strong and empowered woman cry?
I went to enquire more and I saw that she was clutching a very little and very sick stray puppy. Not to mention ugly.
She explained to me that she found him in a ditch and she just couldn't abandon him. He didn't seem to have any sibling or parents. A truely lonely soul left to die. She picked him and brought him to the clinic, where truly the raising of a dog was one thing that can get you fired. I thought of explaining this to her, but left that idea then and there.
Barbara went and brought some pedigree dog food puppies. But this puppy was even smaller for that. He hadn't weaned yet. She gave someone some money to get the dog milk daily. She said she couldn't take the dog to her homeland but wanted to do something for him as long as she was here. In a matter of days, the dog got better and was playing and prancing and doing all sorts of mischievous stuff a healthy and happy puppy is supposed to do.
In all of this happy-happy story, something was not right and someone was in a very difficult position.
Me.
Of course I am a dog lover and I wanted the best for the dog. But the problem was, if the office(a short walk away) found out that the place was harbouring and fugitive puppy, it was going to be my head under the axe (not a pretty picture.).
So I was pro adoption. Actually it was the only solution to the whole issue. Someone has to give the puppy another home. And fast.
We'd place the dog near the dog everyday evening so that some kid would take a fancy and take him in. Days passed. There were days when some boy would say he'll ask his parents and then we wont see the tail of him. We were getting a bit desperate.

Finally, yesterday a kid said if he can come a little after 4 after asking someone at home and take the dog. We shouted a very relieved "YES!". I had to leave shortly and didn't hear what happened then.

Today afternoon, like always, around 3, I said I am going to play with the dog. But then someone told me, "a boy yesterday took the dog home, you didn't hear?".
I was ecstatic. "Did anyone tell Barbara?"
"We didn't."
I ran off and told her the happy news.
"YAY!" She jumped in joy clapping hands, and swear to god, so did i. :-)
Finally, a happy ending! To all party concerned.
To the unnamed dog- Hello buddy, where ever you are, stay happy and healthy. I hope you have a loving family now, and a funny name too. And never forget Barbara, because angels work in mysterious ways.

Whatssthaaat?

My neighbor Niranjan (who refers to himself as Ninju) is rather talkative these days. Well, whats new in that? He is 2. And he was not talking until recently. This was a worry to everyone in his home. but Happys Endings, he is talking, and is not stopping.

As a person who is perfectly friendly to kids when they are not whining or eating, me and Ninju get along well. Its nice that finally we can make sense of whats coming out of his mouth.

His favorite word is "Bye", or rather "BAAAAAI"!!, as he says it. And latest is Whatsthaaat? Or "Athenda?" in malayalam. And its pretty much all he says these days.

I was returning from work and while passing near their house, was really charmed to hear him praying.

Ninju's mom: Om Nama Shivaya.

Ninju: Oon nasshivava..

Ninju's Mom: Om Namo Narayanaya..

Ninju: Oon nao nanananana..

Ninju's Mom: Om Sree Durge Nama..

Ninju: Athenda??

:)

The Cost of Being a Smartass

There are days when I am so darn proud and happy for the fact that I am street smart that I have to resist giving myself a hi5 in public. Today was not that day.
I was waiting for the bus to take me to the clinic in the morning. I was late owing to being tormented by (bitching about) Justin Beiber after seeing him back to back first thing in tv. Dont ask why I watch tv if I have to leave home early. And dont even start suggesting driving. You know why!

So I was late and rather pissed and when the bus finally arrived, I rushed and was first in the disorganised queue-huddle at the door. Yes, I always manage to be at the front, I just hate standing. People were getting off and there was this girl(13ish) who was last, and a rather mannish lady(b****) started pushing in and I had to side step so as to get this girl out alive. This took considerable time and my good deed for the day was done, so I rushed(pushed) in to salvage something for my posterior and there was this 50ish aunty sitting alone in a two seater and I went to sit down.

Aunty- this seat is taken!
Me- huh. *sitting down near hear rather forcefully* it is taken now, I guess.
Aunty- *to the daughter who was entering then* sit on the side seats!
In my defence, It was a 45 mins journey and I was going to work. And the whole time aunty passed angry glares at me and pushed me even when the bus was not passing a curve. Mean aunty!
So when I reached my destination, I got off, and sat down under the fan in clinic and sighed in relief. Nightmare over!
Except, I had no idea.

After about 10mins, receptionist came in.
R-lady: You got a patient.
Me: great, send 'em in.

Enter aunty and the girl. Yes, same aunty and same girl. My life is over.

Aunty: *half laughing and half glaring* YOU!
Me: *half scared and half guilty* you? :-S

Long story short, aunty and girl(who turned out to be her granddaughter), was coming to see me, as the girl was uh.. um.. sick.
I know. I am despicable.
In self-defence, she did not look sick. :|
Thankfully aunty did not beat me with her handbag, and after some chats, became quite friendly.
When you think something is finally over, shit will hit the fan on full speed. Again.
After asking me where my home was, she asked me if I knew a teacher who lived there.
Me: *OMG-here-it-comes face* yeah, thats my Mother.
Aunty: we know her! Very well too. She taught her*pointing at the girl*.
They very fondly took mom's number from me and went after the consultation.

Dont say anything. You cant call me something that I haven't called myself.

Games to Play during Commuting

This is for those who commute in public transport, since its boring and lonely most of the time. Those who drive themselves to work avoid these, since they can cause serious accidents and might even result in loss of your life, or skin, or both.

1. In which situation will i be caught in THAT dress game:

This is basically simple. You observe the clothes of fellow travelers. Or those on side walks. And make up situations in which you will be wearing that. Try to be original and self amusing. And take care not to giggle loudly and make others think that you are nuts. Especially guys. Giggling is not cute on you.

Some inspiring dresses gave rise to the following ideas:

• At my funeral, where i am dead and my relatives really really hate me for some reason and wants to make me look hideous.
• A very action filled detective dream, in which i am in a hurry to get dressed and i also happened to be color blind and wears that junk piece. And later it might save my CSI ass, as the criminal sees the bright coloured combo and goes momentarily blind and we secure him at that.
• One of my favorite people got me the dress in a hurried shopping and then passes away quickly, so i have to wear it to honor their memory, so i undergo that torture.

Like that.

2. Why those people are together game:

This is more funny when you have a commute mate.

Make stories of people whom you see together. Fellow commuters who talk daily. Or random ones on street.

This has produced some pretty amazing stories so far.

• There was a guy and girl about 14-16 years whom we(me and H) used to see daily. The dark guy and fair girl who used to walk to the bus stop. We made up so many stories about them. The one that made the most sense and got approval was that they were childhood buddies, who go to same school, and are slowly falling in love. Later we came to know that they were estranged cousins as his mom ran away and married a low caste guy. :| and this is the only way they see each other.
• The bus i travel now, has a handsome driver. Ruggedly. He drives fast, sharp and still not discomfort us. I even doubted i was crushing on him. Then i observed the girl who sat opposite the driver's seat. They talk a lot, laugh even. If she sleeps, he wakes her up. She says bye before getting off. I thought, wow, nice! LOVE! Then what happens? One day i see the guy's hand. He has 2 rings. One is a big silver one with a pink stone. BIG stone. The other is plastic. PINK. Which has Love written across. :| I don't know what to assume. Is he gay or straight? Love or fraanship? God knows.

And mind you, a friend makes fabrications better.

Actually i don't know any other. If you know any, kindly contribute and make my comments page lively. And my commute too.

Summer Distress

Summer this year was excruciating. The heat.. the sweat.. the thirst.. the distress.. It was a season from hell. It usually is. But this year summer outdid itself. I could actually see the steam coming off road and the layers of air.. I am not exaggerating. It was wild. In african terms. Thank god its almost over. Almost. Sigh.

This is Ayshu's baby. At AJ's wedding 2 weeks ago. She is usually bouncy, laughing, playful and serene. But not in a summer midday at a busy place. She was disturbed, restless and near to tears. She didn't came on to me and sat bewildered with her mom. With reddish face and hot skin. That too after 5 minutes of exiting the car.

And nothing describes this summer better.

First chat
Me: hi
Him: :)
Me: Why smiling?
Him: A person should always smile. to make others feel good. :)
Me: nice! :) *yeah right! what a pompous ass*

6 months later..
Me: :D
Him:Why smiling?
Me:I am happy to see you!
Him: /:) U see me every day!
Me:Cant i be happy?
Him:OK. You can! *this girl is nuts*

**************
First IM

Me: I really like you.
Him: :)
Me:You don't think i am irritating.
Him:No *Jesus, YES!*

Millions of chats later..
Him: :-(
Me:What happened now?
Him:Nothing.
Me:Are you drunk?
Him:Not really. :(
Me: cheer up na? :) *Jesus! FML :|*

**************

First Birthday Together(mine)

Him: Happy birthday :D
Me:This is the 20th time you are wishing me. :)
Him:So what? Happy Birthday!
Me: :D *He is so thoughtful*

Next birthday together (mine)
Me: Why you are not wishing me? :O
Him: I was sleeping! Happy Birthday BTW! *Jeez didn't i wished her a million times last night at 12?*

**************

First Birthday Together (His)
Me:Did you got the card i sent?
Him: No.
Me:You will. Happy birthday! You are the best.
Him:Thanks :) *aww sweet*

His next birthday together- Today
Me: Did you liked that AWESOME gift i picked?
Him: Yup.
Me:You will get it soon.
Him: OK :D -greedy eyes- :D
Me: :P Happy Birthday! You are not the best, but i love you all the same :P.
Him: Thanks. :P *rolling eyes*

***************

I can go on and on about YOU ME and US.
And nothing is unknown to you.
Nothing will change if i say or didn't.
So its just, Happy Birthday Buddy! God bless :)

Anthropology in Twitter- Gossiping.

Being in twitter is like being part any living community. Like a college. Or a colony. There are geeks, jocks, damsels, friendly ones, girls whom everyone likes, goodfornothings, observers, psychos, funny ones, weirdos.. just about everyone. So like every community, there are stories, gossips, random meetings, fallout's, crushes, love, hitting on girls, and guys, avoiding, friendships, new and old, sisterhood and brotherhoods, ogling, stalking... Just like any community.

I always thought twitter gossips were about celeb-tweeps . Well, i didn't knew any better. So Indian twitters mostly have gangs and cults which are interconnected. So you are friends with many, who knows other people, who knows someone else... well, no explaining needed. Exactly like how the story of Mr.Mishra's son and Mr.Yadav's daughter spotted in ice cream shop spreads.

I don't know how much of an apt candidate i am. I tweet less than normal, my twitter friendships are very less, but those i have are strong and not easily swayed. They keep me in the loop.

So, my experiments in gossips in twitter-

Example-1

Me(in IM)- This ma***ne guy in twitter is spamming my pages!

AS- Mine too.

Me-Why is he spamming the timeline!! :O And with absolutely pointless stuff!

AS- Yup. True.

Me- I am unfollowing him. U do too

AS- na. I want to observe him. He tweets so much and revealing so less. I am curious.

Me- Besto with that. I am done with him.

*after some days*

Me-Whats with that psycho you were following? Any clues?

AS- Today i asked him what he is up to. Didn't went well.

Me-I saw. thats why i asked.

Example2

Me- So you and i follow only @SK mutually.

RK- Yeah.

Me- You know @SZ?

RK- I know, but i dont follow him.

Me- @PL? She is my best pal.

RK- Na. i used to, not now.

Me-CB?

RK-No, not good tweets!

Me-Dont say that! I am very close to him!!

RK-OK, You know @M from chennai?

Me- Na. Tell me. Should i know?

Example 3

Me- Whats with @*** and @* ??

FK- They are dating.

Me-Oooh! in twitter? thats so cute!

FK- Yeah.. we get to read all the PDA!!

Example 4-

GH- @SZ and @SD have known each other for long. I think they are going to meet in person

Me- Ah,happy endings!

*2 months later*

Me to @SZ- What happened to you and @SD?

SZ- It wasnt working out. We broke up.

Me- What happened?

Example 5

Me- These negative gossips are turning my head!

PL- Dont mind it babes.

Me- But so much is going on.. whom to believe.

PL- Stay cool love :)

Sounds familiar? Yup, the same stuff Auntyjee's talk over tea party. We talk it with a coffee and a computer. And we say "ewww" to gossips. :P

Add your own gossips if you want to. Or mail them to me!

PS-The conversations are real. Though the names have been changed to protect privacy. And my life. :P

Some Stories Never End...

My mom, who is a retired teacher, runs tuition now. Not for everyone but for difficult kids, without fee. She says this keeps her connected to her roots. So there is hardly one or two kids which gives her no stress and someone to talk to, who wouldn't interrupt her rants and make faces. So this time, its our neighbour's relative's kid, who is here for summer holidays. So after the class, they stepped out to garden, mom doing some gardening, and the kid on tow, answering her questions.
Then this other guy came home. He is also from neighbourhood, the usual poor guy, who drinks a lot, jumps from one job to another and runs errands for everyone. He looks frail and dark now, a shade of a good looking guy that he was once. So he and dad are now planning a vegetable garden in the backyard.
Some background story, from mom's local news bureau- This guy, let me call him Mr.V, was a very nice guy when he was young, had a good job at a store and was a local hero, being a footballer and every one's on-call guy during fairs and temple fests, very popular and equally charming.
The cherry on top was that he was in love. Her name was Padma, the demure village girl, Shy, not very beautiful, kind of cute with grey eyes, not that good at studies, temple going... the general good girl.
For years one knew they were in love. It spanned through years, everywhere, but subtle. But like every secret, this also came out. When it did, it spread like wild fire, fast and equally destructive. There were all sorts of stories too. Some true, some lies.. Like every scandal.
Her parents were furious. Padma was married off in a hurry. That was the only solution they could think of. the caste system and all would have resulted in a greater scandal if Padma married Mr.V.
Since then, Mr.V was a wreck. He drank away his heart ache, threw away a budding career, married some girl whom he never loved.. became a disgrace of a husband, father and human being. A pathetic existence.
That is Mr.V's story.

So, after discussing the crops and the works to be done, he came to the front garden on his way out and stopped to talk to mom about her need of some fertilizers. Seeing the fumbling boy, he looked into the pale gray eyes of the kid for some moments and asked him "who is this kid?"
Mom said "He is Padma's son"
Mr.V stared at the kid for sometime and walked out through the gate.
Forgetting to say bye.

My new friend... Bow Wow.. Part 1

Before beginning this post, you must know that i am crazy about dogs. I love everything about them, from the charm to the idiocy and the loyalty to light skirt-ness. And Every single one of them.

So, the main road from where i get my cab every day, my apartment is about 10 minutes walk. When i walk with H, we both comment on everything under the sun. And usually Tommy escort us to road. Tommy is our landlord's dog, who is loyal but disobedient. On this way, there is a home, which is uninhabited, and no, this is not a haunted house, as the house is quite modern and too small to interest any ghosts. Also in this house is 3 dogs. 2 GSD boys (German shepherd dog, aka, Alsatian) and a Labrador girl. Everyday, on our walks, they start barking matches with Tommy and I, who has a very sweet GSD (rocky is his name) at home, i never gave much thought on them, other than comparing them with rocky on who had more height and fur. 

When i say these dogs live in a house which is lonely, it doesn't mean the people there goes to office everyday or is on holidays. The house is not lived in for more than 1 year and someone feeds the dogs everyday. And the Gate is Locked.

Thus one day i was returning home alone, i came upon the house. Then i saw this big GSD dog, near the gate, limping. It was his left front paw, which was hurt. He looked very sad and very much in pain, I was torn between going to him to be barked at and going my own way to wonder about him later. So, taking all the dare i could muster, i went to the gate and said in my most tender voice, hello. He first looked at me, and slowly came near the gate. By then, my only hope was that i could run fast if he barked at me, avoiding my true intentions. Then, The Very Brave Small Town Girl, risking the fate of looking like a fool taking to a dog across a gate, asked him how he is and whether its paining too much. His doubtful dark eyes turned friendly and sad and he slowly extended his paw towards me. I patted him for a while and he started to moan, which i think is because of his having got someone finally who would listen to him. I comforted him by being there as much as i can, with the stares from passer by's and children going home after school. As i cant stay there on the wrong side of a gate for more than 15 minutes, i walked home. 

On the way i thought why would a proud and not too friendly dog like a GSD would come so close to me with the slightest of the invitations. Why no one is taking him to the Doc? Why is he sad?Why would you leave a perfectly lovely dog alone? When you move your home, would you leave a child back? Isnt a Dog special? What he must be feeling at his owners? Is it only the pain? The poor guy would have been so lonely and depressed, sad that he doesn't have someone to love, doesn't have a child to play with, or a M'am to tease, some one to run around with, something to chase, some one to talk to him if he misbehaved, someone to order him around..

 And as i thought about him, i came to know how worthless your life would be if you have no one to love. And i cried all the way home.

Guys.. I Fell In Love... Unexpectedly. (Its Nothing Serious, Am Just A Drama Queen ;) )

I never thought myself to be the kind of girl who would fall in love with a 50 year old. Even though it’s hard to admit, i am the one who is crazed over the young cute chocolate boys in my friends' circle. I propound the idea of marrying the same age guy, class mate etc, and not in my weirdest dreams I think of even liking a middle aged man. Well, brain proposes and heart disposes.
This new German guy at the resort is totally hot. As my previous experiences with European men are limited only to ogling and whispering behind their backs, getting to talk to and joke with this guy was a new thing, and it didn’t hurt that he is totally charming. I met him on his first day here and then H was on holiday. The next day I was on leave and H came back. And on the third day, when i came back, i saw that i have competition as H looked totally taken with the guy and we sorta competed for the attention a bit. (If she reads this, she would disagree immediately.)
Well, he is a doctor, looks intelligent, cool and hippy-ish (in a good way). He has this small bead necklace which is really cool. Even though he is 51(aehm..) but looks younger and cooler than the 25 year olds i know. And he looks at you with his piercing eyes and its really unsettling [shite, I sound like 15 years old in her 1st crush]. It all started as the small talks and on the way greetings. Then also, this guy is the most interesting, funny and good looking man I've ever met. And please, such combination is quite hard to find. And he takes such care when he talks. He looks at you like a lady, makes you feel like you are not a little girl, yet some times pamper you as a little girl. Ah... And I tell you that he has no idea that there is a part of me who gets glassy eyed and jumpy when I see him. Well, we are good friends, and I am cent percent sure that it would remain that way and only that way. It’s only a passing fancy, yet the feeling of the youthfulness and the innocence is amazing.
Did i mention that this guy has a wife? Well, he has one. She is a very sweet lady, funny and quite a friend, and he is hmm... Totally spicy and mouth watering.


PS: Actually the thing is that, the place has a lot of awesome and sexy ladies and no men at all. And if at all a guy comes, he looks 70 and is as adorable as your grand dad. So when finally a half cute man came upon, we pounced on the chance.

PPS:we got the first prize in the pookalam competition.[ i wrote about it in the last post.] The prize is some éclairs and some regular ball point pen. What a load of crap! Looks like the front office either have no idea of what to gift, or is still sour that they lost to us. But hooray!!!