Worst fear came true

I am sort of scared of the dark. Being alone in the house at night without electricity is my worst fear.

Dark room

Dark room

It came true ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Everything went silent for a while. Fear spread faster than darkness. My body just froze.* I went blank. It took a few seconds for the light to come inside the hall and for my eyes to adjust to the newcome darkness.

As my breathing returned to normal, I realized that the sound too had reduced drastically. What an irony, with no electricity, the sound reduces. My fear evaded me slowly as I looked at the moving cars outside. I looked at the beautiful and majestic powai lake in the night. Darkness didn’t affect it all. It seemed more glittering than usual. Darkness made it even prettier than before. The lights of cars chasing each other by the lake.

I still felt alone.

Just then, somebody dropped a vessel in the house above me and I realized that there is somebody staying just about 6 feet above me. I dropped a vessel too. Don’t really know why. Maybe I wanted to make a connection like the movie “The Lunchbox”, I can be so filmy sometimes!

Anyway, coming to the point, I had never thought of people other than in me in my building. We are separated by 1 foot of concrete? Is that it?

This realization makes me feel soooo foolish. There are people staying above and below me. Why do we feel alone?

I do hear them move their furniture sometimes, I hear them drop vessels, I hear them flush. I hear babies crying in some buildings sometimes. We are surrounded by people obviously! How can I or U be alone?

You know how they say that “Darr ke aage jeet hai”

It’s true ๐Ÿ™‚

I have realized that confronting or having to confront a fear can be very pleasurable. Do share your lovely experiences. ๐Ÿ™‚

PS – * The description of fear freezing my body is just a figment of my ever so wild imagination. Honestly, I was very scared and don’t know what happened.

Ulti salvaar

What do you do when you see someone walking on the road wearing an ulti salvaar?

Ulti salvaar

Here is a picture of me wearing one because, believe it or not, I couldn’t find one on google. I am as shocked as you are. I thought google baba had everything.

Anyway, coming to the point, what will you do if you did find a young lady wear her salvaar inside out?

TO TELL

OR

NOT TO TELL

Tell ~ Would you go tell her? Do you think that it can help? Lets say she is in a shop buying something. What good is the use of enlightening her about it there or anywhere for that matter?ย  How will you be able to help her?

Moreover – Is it showing in her face? Is she the least bit conscious? Doesn’t she seem in some other world? Will you be able to handle an embarrassed female? Just why would you want to tell?

Not to tell ~ This seems like a safe bet. Let her be. Let her go home and figure it all out. Let her be embarrassed in the privacy of her home, and let her have a good laugh with her hubby and forget the whole incident.

Sadly, the shop keeper who told me, thought otherwise. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

I was done with my shopping and left the cool (pun intended) abode and felt the door shut behind me. Just then as I was browsing through the clips that were kept outside, she came out and told me, “Madam, ghar chale jao, aapne salvaar ulti paehni hai” (Madam, please go back home, you are wearing your salvaar inside out)

I don’t know what got into me. I just didn’t get embarrassed, I told her that I knew and am just heading home. On my way back, I tried to figure out the cause of this situation. Maybe it is the low salt, as I fast on thursdays. Maybe it was the Euphoria of getting a new haircut. Maybe …

I also tried to examine the damage on my 2 minute walk back home. Will the lady always remember me for this? Thankfully because of the print, it is not really visible. How many people will actually notice me let alone my salvaar?

So, with a slight smile on my face and an increase in pace, I tried to look at the bright side. Came home, corrected my mistake, and got on with my day.

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What will I do if I see someone wear an ulta salvaar?

Smile as misery loves company, and definitely NOT TELL HER.

Do u have any embarrassing situations to share to make me feel even better?

Criticized :)

With time I learn that blessed are those who are criticized and warned,

for His blessings are with them always, in every moment and more.

Healing moonlight

I dragged my husband to powai lake for some moonlight healing along with sheera (I don’t know the proper way to make kheer) We were sitting by the lake and a group of youngsters asked us to go home from far. We ignored them.

Then a man facing my husband told my husband to leave. My husband showed him our sheera dabba and the person said – no problem, leave after eating.

As we were eating our prasad, he passed us by and said he was sorry that he disturbed us and we could eat at peace and then leave.

I was curious to know who this person was. I asked him if he was in-charge of security here. In the most humble tone possible, he told me that he is a constable and he is cautioning us because once the patrol van comes, they will annoy us for no reason. Also that there are drunkards at this time and…

My learnings –

1) The tone of your warning is more important than the warning. I am very happy to know that I stay in an area where the police is actually friendly and seems like they are there to help.

2) Somebody warning u is so nice. It makes u feel so blessed.

3) Asking questions is easy if ur hubby is around. ek aur ek gyaara ban hi jaate hai ๐Ÿ™‚

4) Talking to strangers and asking questions can lead to some very interesting revelations.

Cars are us

I was crossing the road yesterday when a fast vehicle zoomed by me. Disgusted with such drivers I gave him my angry look and quite happily saw him come to an hault before turning right at a cross road to make way for incoming traffic. Just about then, I saw a car coming at a medium pace breezily and take the same right turn without having to stop even for a second. A thought struck me just then.

Source: Cars The movie

Cars are like our life. Their bodies are made of the same basic materials. Steel rubber plastic etc.
They come from different castes like Volkswagen, Maruti, honda…different sub castes as Alto, Zen, Swift… different parents as different manufacturing plants.

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Cars meet fellow cars for a very short duration. They share some part of the eternal road together before parting ways.

In this, if someone is really in a hurry and going fast, like me they too judge. This reminds me a quote I had read by George Carlin –ย  โ€œHave you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?โ€

Like we have same soul but different bodies the drivers too tend to change cars. The more materialistic the driver, the more cars he changes. ๐Ÿ™‚

Difference in man and dog

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I was waiting for my husband to get me coffee. We were in his office canteen. The canteen is just next to the entrance of the building. I was facing the entrance and enjoying the surprise rains we are all facing in Mumbai thanks to Phalin.

Just then, I noticed that the dog who was sitting somewhere inside, came at the door and wanted to go outside. Like all of us, it didn’t want to get wet and catch cold. It looked at people with umbrellas going out as if trying to hitch a ride. No one noticed the poor dog. After 2 or 3 attempts it decided to go in the rain. I felt sorry for the dog and decided to enjoy my machine made coffee. About a minute after that, I saw a student waiting at the door. I was just thinking how lucky we humans are for we have the ability to communicate. The student saw 1 girl go. I thought that he must be shy of approaching a girl. Then there was a man who went. Then another. The student just didn’t ask anyone. How sad. In a blink of an eye, he gave up, and went out in the rain. I was feeling angry, miserable and weird at the same time. Why didn’t he communicate? why didn’t he ask for help? We are given this human birth for a very important reason – an opportunity. It is definitely a rare opportunity. Why waste it?

Kanda Bhaji

How many of you lovely people like kanda bhaji? Ummmmm Or pyaazi or kanda pakoda or onion fritters as it is deliciously called in different languages. I was eating it yesterday and questioning myself of the poor but tasty health choice I had made.

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What is it that I like in it? It is actually raw onion along with some spices dipped in a besan mixture. I didn’t like raw onions before marriage. My mom had lovingly told me that a lot ofย  changes happen after marriage but I never expected this.

Though my mouth is watering just thinking about it, I wonder why we like it? Is it the succulent onion or the khati meethi chatni that comes along?

FUN fact : Did you know that kanda bhaji is also called kekda bhaji? It is because onions take whatever shape they want during the mixture and it mostly resemble like a Kekda (crab)

The mumbai weather today is just perfect for it. ๐Ÿ˜€

The worst day of my life.

This post could also be called a normal day in the life of a housewife or the hazards of cooking but yesterday was definitely the worst day of my life.

Myย  household to do list included washing the sofa covers, making ghee, lunch and washing hair mainly.

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Though everything went well till my hubby left, after straightening the house and few other things I realized that it was 11 and I should start with the ghee in order to have lunch before my stomach starts growling. I decided to wash the covers first so that it could dry by the end of the day. I don’t know what took me so much time. Errr oh yes. Facebook, music, phone calls. At 1230 I felt the first twinge of hunger and decided to make aata for chapati. I took out suran from the fridge. I started with kneading the aata and remembered about soaking the suran in lemon. Since it had to soak and aata had to be kept for a while, I decided to start the ghee making process. Here is what went wrong.

The water for ghee was too hot and the whole butter just melted. I didn’t know what to do with it now as this was my third experience of making ghee. The suran was the itchy kind. My hubby tells me that it is called “buno ol” in bangla. My hands itched terribly. I called my hubby for help and he told me to rub lemon. I had ground red chillies previously and the lemon burnt like hell. I couldn’t obviously make chapatis nor unload the machine or apply oil in my hair. The whole scenario was so sordid that it moved me to tears. To make things worse my stomach started growling.

It took a few raindrops for the affirmations to kick in. I came back to senses and tried to make the best of the situation. I prayed to my memories of Kapil Sharma to make me laugh and live. I made maggi. While eating, I realized that this was not the end of the world obviously. I Called my guardian angel, my mom and she told me to let the mixture be. The butter will come up automatically. It did. The itchiness ceased in some time and I realized that

1 momma is always right
2 you can’t beat experience
3 a patient and mature husbands is a blessing. Girls, ALWAYS marry someone more mature than you.
4 sometimes letting things be can actually be useful.

If you are a guy and you have finished reading, I appreciate your patience and sensitivity. The ladies in your life are lucky.

If you are a girl, well share your miserable experiences here… it might just make me feel not so alone.

Where will you run to?

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I was watching the movie – Sister Act and realized that nuns have a very strict schedule. They get up at 5 am, and sleep around 9 pm. As most of you know, I have trouble getting up at 6 am sometimes. Though things are going well now, I hope it continues.

With time, the life of nuns have found a very special place in my system. If required, they work in the church or pray all day. Occasionally they have a choir session where they sing to Him. I find it all so beautiful.

 

Completely disconnected from the outer world, they are only connected with Him.

Completely away from the outer world, they are only near Him.

Completely detached from the outer world, they are only attached to Him.

Completely unaware of the outer world, they are only aware of Him.

Completely estranged from the outer world, they are only related to Him.

Though a part of me yearns to live like this, there are other parts of me which want fame, pleasure, pani puri, relations, jokes etc. Thankfully I am in a very blessed place which allows me the balance between spirituality and materialism.

Though a part of me wants this forced discipline as if I am my own strict well wisher and know that this is probably the only way to be good at the practice, a small voice inside me reminded me that I can assume I am living there while staying in the physical world.

Why is that, that even after knowing what is good for us, we are unable to do it?

Why is planning done but action not so much?

Why is preaching easy but practice not so much.

Why is our imagination so good but will power not so much?

Why do we need oppression or a strict disciplinarian to make us do things we can enjoy and do with freedom?

Thankfully I have been taught that there is no point of living in the forest when you are thinking about home. What desires wil you overcome if there are no attractions in the first place? It is better to make your own home an aashram rather than running away from the merry go round of life to an aashram. No?


The secret on being patient

I am going through some sort of a writer’s block. When I check Facebook, I see other people writing for newspapers and here I am, jealous and sulking, finding nothing to write. Forget getting something published, I don’t have much ideas or thoughts that I would want to write about.

I was thinking about this situation when a thought struck me.ย Why do I write? Where do these ideas come from? Why do I have this urge to write? Am I in anyway doing anything to get ideas or do they just come like a lost bag on the doorstep of my heart and I post it on my blog for people to check if it belongs to anyone. Aren’t the readers also looking for something or why would we read?

In the middle of writing and wanting to write and seeing my name in the newspaper or magazine or say even a book… I have discovered the secret on being patient.

Patient – the word is as boring as it is to be….or is it?

The secret is in the following steps.

1ย  Acceptance – there is absolutely no benefit in fighting with yourself.ย  Ideas come from above. If you are meant to write, relax, you will.

2ย  Pray – when I used to write my diary my dad used to joke that god had nothing better to do but hear me complain or whine. You know what, he really doesn’t. I find a lot of strength in writing. It is my form of praying.ย  No matter what your form is, Pray. Ask. Demand. Believe. Be worthy.

3 Be busy – In the meantime keep yourself busy with something. Take the drunken monkey of a mind and watch comedy nights with kapil sharma. Make tomato chutney or amla ka achar for your hubby. Do something but not worry. Do anything but don’t worry. It is truly a waste of your imagination.

In the end, I am also learning that in the process of learning how to be patient, I need to be patient with myself too. We need to understand that we may want to do a thousand things in a day and we might do 1200 things instead out of which only 800 match. So what? We do more than what we plan, only not what we plan. No? So accept, breathe, laugh, pray, (for me too)live, learn, breathe, do.