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Monday, January 12, 2015

What defines me ......Its my way or highway

What defines me ………….i have no definitions and boundaries
Few years back when I was a small girl entering teens  I wrote something in my diary ,it was titled “What I wanted to be “ ,it read as follows:
 hi everybody
i thought about writing on this topic 'coz have you all wondered what we always wanted to be right from the time we started uttering words

just take ur wheel of memories in a reverse gear n u would also wonder "ya !it always changed. When i first stepped into school i came across our class teacher "Miss Priya Chablani" so pretty, so beautiful, so lovely to talk n everybody loved her she entered school empty handed n went away with a bunch of flowers ,every girl/boy wanted to share Tiffin with her so i wanted to be like priya mam -a teacher. Then started another journey dad gifted me a colorful story book called "CINDRELLA" on my birthday n believe me all through my dreams i wanted to be Cindrella ,one day i in fact woke up to wash dishes n to look for the pumpkin cart n magical shoes those days...........very like fairy search of a charming prince.

Then i came out of this dilemma that life is not a fairy tale n Cindrella's fever ended up my great grandmother came to live with us from our village n like every elderly she also took her moral duty to entertain us with raja-rani, good vs  evil, tales n one fine day she told us stories about India's freedom struggle she was an eye witness to it n  narrated to us in her own peculiar way with a tag line "fir bhi aaj ke jamene se angrezi raaz behtar tha" we were always glued to her interesting stories full of bravery, valor and patriotism n one fine day came the story of "rani lakshmi bai" ........i was so impressed n yes that was i wanted to be. "khub ladi mardani wo to jhansi wali rani thi"
a woman fighting against all odds for her country ,for her self respect n no less than a man yes i wanted to be like that only.

Fir ek din  we were asked by our house in charge to prepare a house board on "Mother Teresa" collecting information about her n reading about her made me realize how great the lady was so friends for a time being i wanted to be Mother T eresa also

It was 1994 n Sushmita sen became miss universe n it was "SUSH N AISH" everywhere media was full of praises Indian women were recognized globally n indeed they represented a medium of change that was creeping into women's society i loved sush 4 that n yes .......... no need to repeat.
As i grew up i realized i was more effected by things happening around us social change, politics was my area of intrest thanks to my family where there always occurred healthy discussions about politics, my mom always adored "INDIRA GANDHI" n every discussion ended with my mom's statement "par indira ji jaisa dusra nahi aa sakta"

so when my ideas started taking proper shape i wanted to be like Indira ji-a woman of fierce determination, substance, strong determination n having her own important place in a men's world

In between my heart leaped with joy when "Kalpana Chawla" became 1st Indian woman to go into space i loved her for her marvelous achievement, down to earth personality n simplicity. But u know what?now i want be me n only me .I don’t want to be anybody else i want to be known by "Dr Pooja Tripathi" of whom my family n friends be proud of
The End"

                                   That was me , this idea of having unlimited possibilities excited me, as this girl has turned into a lady she is a doctor who cares , a poet who writes , an ex columnist with some of the leading magazines, freelances for the TV shows, Dancer who loves dancing and is invited to speak on public forums on issues concerning women .I don’t have any definitions and I don’t want to have any ,instead I have passions ,multiple ones which I pursue.

"I look around me
and my eyes confound me
and its coming into sight
at last happiness has found me
i dont have to search anymore 
all this time it was me i was looking for
in the dark i have found light
n it feels like never before”

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Dr. Anandibai Joshee............Never Settled for "OR" and embraced "AND"

Once upon a time there was one quintessential Indian woman wearing other’s choices , a demure creature letting the men folk of the house take the lead, take the decisions that may be affecting her life in a long term. No matter she was facing sexual abuse in the protected environment she stayed, emotional abuse at the relations she was known by and her only talent  was to suffer in silence.

Take a look around at the bus stops , metro stations ,roads you can view endless number of women smartly dressed managing work with family, supermoms  breaking the shackles ,participating in a wave of change that is swept through India .These are the makers of modern India.

You all must have visited any hospital. Smartly dressed women with a doctor’s coat , engrossed in work and saving lives is a common sight these days.i will take you back to 1885 ,yup 200 years back
Anandibai was born as Yamuna  in an orthodox brahmin family. Her family used to be the landlords in Kalyan they lost heir riches. At age 9, she was married to Gopalrao Joshi because of the pressure laid by her family, who was a widower almost twenty years her senior. After the marriage, her husband renamed Yamuna to Anandi.
Gopalrao worked as a postal clerk in Kalyan. Later, he was transferred  to Calcutta. He was a progressive thinker, and supported the education of women, which was not very prevalent in India at the time.
It was common for Brahmins in those times to be proficient in Sanskrit; however, influenced by Lokhitawadi's Shat Patre, Gopalrao regarded learning English well as more important than Sanskrit. Noticing Anandibai's interest, he helped her receive education and learn English.
At age of 14, Anandibai gave birth to a boy. But the child survived only ten days because the necessary medical care was unavailable. This situation proved a turning point in Anandibai's life, and inspired her to become a physician.
Gopalrao was an obsessed man. One day, when she was found helping her grandmother in the kitchen, Gopalrao flew into an uncontrollable rage and beat the young girl with a bamboo stick. The neighbourhood was agog: husbands beat wives for not cooking — but whoever had heard of a wife being beaten for cooking when she should have been reading.
Anandi gradually turned into a well-read intellectual girl. All this change took place in the face of stiff opposition from her parents, frequent bickering in the family and the stubborn attitude of her husband. (Source)
In 1880, he sent a letter to a well-known American missionary, Royal Wilder, stating his wife’s keenness to study medicine in America and if he would be able to help them. Wilder agreed to help the couple on the condition that they convert to Christianity. This proposition was not accepted by the Joshis.
Wilder extended his help by writing about it in a local paper, and Theodicia Carpenter, a rich American from New Jersey, saw the articles, and offered to help Anandi as she was impressed by the earnestness and keenness of Anandi to study medicine.
In the meanwhile, Anandi’s health was constantly declining. She suffered from weakness, constant headaches, occasional fever, and, sometimes, breathlessness. Initially reluctant to go abroad due to her bad health, Anandi eventually agreed after much persuasion from her husband and started studying medicine in Women’s Medical College of Pennsylvania (now known as Drexel University College of Medicine) at the age of 19 and got her M.D. degree in 1886. On her graduation, Queen Victoria sent her a congratulatory message. She completed her thesis on obstetric practices among the ancient Hindus.
Anandi’s extract from her letter of application to WMCP says,
“[The] determination which has brought me to your country against the combined opposition of my friends and caste ought to go a long way towards helping me to carry out the purpose for which I came, i.e. is to render to my poor suffering country women the true medical aid they so sadly stand in need of and which they would rather die than accept at the hands of a male physician. The voice of humanity is with me and I must not fail. My soul is moved to help the many who cannot help themselves.”
Anandi was already ill with the first symptoms of the tuberculosis that would ultimately kill her. Her health worsened when she returned to India in 1886. She received a grand welcome and The princely state of Kolhapur appointed her as the physician-in-charge of the female ward of the local Albert Edward Hospital.
Anandi received a letter from Lokamanya Tilak, Editor “Kesari”, saying, inter alia,
“I know how in the face of all the difficulties you went to a foreign country and acquired knowledge with such diligence. You are one of the greatest women of our modern era. It came to my knowledge that you need money desperately. I am a newspaper editor. I do not have a large income. Even then I wish to give you one hundred rupees.”
Anandi died a few days after it. She passed away on 26th February 1887, a month before turning 22. Her ashes were sent to Mrs. Carpenter, her host in America who placed them in her family cemetery near New York.
Caroline Wells Healey Dall wrote Anandibai’s biography in 1888. Doordarshan aired a Hindi serial named “Anandi Gopal” based on Anandibai’s life. (Kamlakar Sarang directed the serial.) Shrikrishna Janardan Joshi wrote a fictionalized account of Anandabai ‘s life in his Marathi novel Anandi Gopal. (The novel has been translated in an abridged form in English by Asha Damle.) It has also been adapted into a play of the same name by Ram G. Joglekar.
Institute for Research and Documentation in Social Sciences (IRDS), a Non-governmental organization from Lucknow has been awarding the Anandibai Joshi award for Medicine in reverence to her early contributions to the cause of Medical sciences in India.

Frantz Fanon “ A modern woman is the one who literally forged a new place by her sheer strength ,where men’s words were no longer law and where women were no longer silent”

I could not think of a better person than Dr Anandibai who did not settle for being a homemaker or accept it as a destiny that her young child passed away.She took her life in her own hands and proved to be a hindu housewife and a doctor too. Salute to her determination and courage

This post is a part of #UseYourAnd activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette Venus“.

Source-Wikipedia, The better India ,Biography “The Life of Dr Anandibai Joshee”

Wednesday, December 24, 2014


A new channel called “ Zindagi” was launched and on repeated insistence of a Pakistani friend ,with heavy heart , I gathered the courage to watch a few episodes ( when it comes to serials ,I just can’t stand them) . So kahani yeh hai ki though I watched “ Zindagi Gulzaar hai” due to a writer friend from sarhad paar ,I  got hooked to it .

 Pakistan…………….is just like Us
We always have an idea of Pakistan where girls are not allowed to study because of fatwas, a land of terror where a gun is like a toy, but then Zindagi came as a fresh breath of air . There were college youth partying ,hanging out .Yes girls were attending colleges all decked up in western outfits ,they had crushes , love stories blossomed and yeah it was all normal.

     No…………NAHI! NAHI! NAHI!
The Pakistani   TV industry is richer than ours and I don’t mince words when I say that .Crisp content, no over the top drama, limited length of serial and sadly for the drama lovers – no scenes where actress turns and say NAHI! NAHI !NAHI !. Yes no punarjanma and no plastic surgeries, no dead man walking and no teej tyohaar.

     Why so limited actors by the way ?
We can see same actors being repeated in most of the serials, especially the character artists and I seriously want to know the reason behind it .is it lack of actors or acting still is not considered a great job ,a question which someone needs to answer for me please.

Zindagi Gulzaar hai
This serial needs a special mention in my list .Beautifully written ,strong performances ,a completely unusual pairing and a love story that melts like a chocolate. Zindagi Gulzaar hai opens up before you like a novel,keeps you hooked until you finish the novel and after that also you carry with yourself some lines that touched your heart.

Telefilm type format – A thing to imitate
Other than 24 and Yudha we don’t have any nice examples of short film type serials where just one story is told and not so many that the viewer forgets what he started with. It’s a socially networked age where a short film or video makes stars a million you tube views brought the unexpected fame to both Kolaveri and Gangnam style .So why don’t our serial makers get over this age leaps and sons of grandsons plots.

If you wanna become rich.........Join Civil Services
Civil Services is a much awaited job that side too :-) and if a poor protagonist want to change their destiny ,he/she has to join civil services. It may sound funny but doesn't it sound familiar.

 FAWAD KHAN………….Bus naam hi kaafi hai
This man swept the girls off their feet (count me in) with his chiseled look ,intense eyes and shy smile .Whoa man ,kaha the yaar ab tak. That young boy from Khuda ke liye will metamorphose into such a Hot man ,who knew this .You have a fan this paar too


Tuesday, September 30, 2014

गाँधी ...........

आज साहेब के ऑफिस में सबने झाड़ू उठायी
मजबूरी से या आर्डर से
करने चले सफाई
बापू की याद में
हम सब देंगे योगदान
श्रद्धांजलि देने की इस होड़ में
क्यूँ ना बढ़ाये अपना भी ज़रा सा मान
पर जब आया घर से फ़ोन
और पता चला आज के प्रोग्राम का
“Bang Bang “ के बाद बाहर डिनर भी है कराना
तो साहेब भागे घर को ट्रैफिक में नहीं है फस जाना
बढ़ती population से अब होने लगी है कोफ़्त
इसीलिए तो बीवी से कहता हूँ रिटायरमेंट के बाद बसेंगे कहीं और
रेड सिग्नल पर कार की खिड़की किसी ने खटखटायी
नीचे जो किया शीशा तो 10- 20 बच्चों की वानर सेना दौड़ कर आयी
एक से लेना चाहा फूल , रूपये निकाले 100 के
छीना झपटी के बीच बापू फिरे इधर से उधर ,एक हाथ से दूसरे मटमैले हाथ में
तभी एक औरत आयी लेकर बच्चा गोद में
चार दिन से कुछ खाया नहीं ,कहने लगी बिना संकोच के
गाडी की साहेब ने स्टार्ट ,कहाँ से आते है यह भिखारी
अच्छे खासे तो हैं क्यों नहीं करते कोई मजदूरी
नरेगा में ही कुछ करे तो चार पैसे आयेंगे हाथ में
जैसे ही हुआ सिग्नल ग्रीन सांस ली साहेब ने
शहर चौंधिया रहा था माल्स के दुधीले प्रकाश में
पीछे छूट गए थे वो भूखे नंगे भिखारी
और बापू मुस्कुरा रहे थे गाँधी जयंती के बिलबोर्ड्स से..................................सहर

Wednesday, September 17, 2014


For the previous part of story read here :

The Dutta family was undergoing a crisis like situation , the scorching heat of  summer and the general elections which were round the corner was what Tara had been waiting for, no not the heat but the elections in particular. The elections would definitely prove to be a big boost in her career and take her to the place where she wanted to be since the time she was the blue eyed girl of school of journalism. A prime time chat show, debate on national and international issues with A-listed participants is where she always aspired to be.
While she was lost in thoughts of her graduation days and the long chats she had with Shekhar over the glasses of tea ,she became nostalgic. Life was such at ease then ,love with common passions can be addictive and this is what happened when she first met Shekhar .The thread of her thoughts were pulled back with Roohi’s voice when she came running right into her lap  showing her the science project. Shekhar was busy these days with unplanned tours and long phone calls , the story on which he was working was straining for not only him but the whole Dutta family. While she was appreciating her little genius work , her cell phone rang. It was her boss, she picked up to which her boss in a hurried tone told her that she had to leave for Ferozabad right away as the minister in ruling cabinet was planning to attend the Maha Panchayat  and the channel expected some “breaking news” from this Maha Panchayat.
Tara tried calling Shekhar but his cell was as usual out of reach, Ferozabad was a sensitive place .Tara drafted a quick mail, sent a sms and went to pack her essentials. She explained Roohi that she would be back by the night and she should not wake up late reading blogs. Both the minister & Ferozabad were in news lately the former due to differences with the PM and the latter due to communal conflicts ,so the interests of news channels in this Maha Panchayat was obvious.
The media van honked and Tara picked up her bag ,kissed Roohi goodbye and rushed to the van ,the van door opened and she was shocked. In her hurry she had completely forgotten about her new talented yet the weird Photographer Jennifer. Jennifer was in her usual avatar – a military print cargo, black tshirt that said “ You are right,I really don’t like you “(How did her t-shirt know what was Tara thinking),a colorful stole ,big earrings , multiple wrist bands with quirky messages and neon colored shoes
Jennifer- Helloz Tara! All set?
Tara smiled , a smile that was forced and artificial. Instead she said to god” Can’t you make life a little easier for me. With Shekhar always travelling , Roohi is constantly on my mind and here is my camerawoman who seems to be a member of metal band!!!!
On the way to ferozabad while Tara was busy asking her friends to go and check on Roohie, Jennifer was clicking pictures of rural terrain popping up one chewing gum after another. Soon they were at Ferozabad at the Panchayat venue, thousands of people had turned up ,the whispers and mild arguments could be heard but people refused to talk to the media people .Some youngsters did try to speak up but on facing angry glances from the elders the decided otherwise. Woman seemed quite amused at Jennifer’s appearance and Jennifer completely enjoyed that showing her tattoo to the little anxious girls.
The Minister came on stage to speak and suddenly from the back of the surrounding trees ,a group of boys hurled up bottles towards the stage ,this unprecedented incident opened up a can of boxes .some youngsters ran towards the group but thousands of people came out of nowhere and fired in the air. This commotion led to total chaos with women and children running for shelter , minister was taken away by his security and police was trying to control the clashes with tear gas and lathicharge. Tara and team ran for their life but could not find any shelter, suddenly  the little girl to whom Jennifer was showing her tattoo called them ,they ran towards her and she took them to her home. Tara looked for her cell phone but could not locate it “SHIT! I must have dropped it in the ensuing commotion” she thought .Jennifer offered her phone to her,she tried calling Shekhar but again with no success
Outside loudspeakers blared that a curfew has been imposed ,she remembered Roohie and went out to talk to policemen to allow her van to pass by as it was important for her to return. Policemen denied saying that they can’t allow any one to move unless ordered by DM .Curfew would be relaxed for some time when state machinery comes over ,then she can talk to them. After 2 hours It was  dark and suddenly someone knocked. The girl’s mother opened the door and one police constable said he has got orders to let their van move out.Tara heaved a breath of relief.They thanked the family  and Jennifer said “ I want to pee” .Tara felt like shooting Jennifer at that moment ”with so much difficulty they were allowed to leave ,can’t this girl pee later”. The little girl told them that the toilet is in the backyard .Jennifer was going to the back side of the house facing the fields and Tara felt that she should accompany her as the situation was unsafe.
Jennifer ,opening the door “Yucks! This toilet has not been used for the ages”
Tara: Dear madam ,we will arrange a clean toilet for you in Delhi ,will you hurry up now?
While Jennifer went inside Tara leaned on the brick wall surrounding it,she wanted to go back to Delhi as soon as she can ,suddenly she heard two people talking
Man 1 : Call them and ask why they ditched us in the last moment,what about the plan?
Man 2: (dialing ) The plan was for sending 5000 armed men, where are the arms? Why don’t you people sent us everything as was planned?
Tara was shocked  ,arms? 5000  men? She wanted to know more as she sensed some controversy. Jennifer came out of the toilet humming a song. Tara signaled her to stay quiet ,went to her and whispered in her ear “Listen I need to know who are they talking on phone” Looking at Tara’s worried expressions ,she knew something was serious.
She asked Tara to move a little away , sat on the brick wall and started crying loudly. The two men noticed her and one of them walked towards her and asked her what was the matter.
Jennifer (crying more loudly) ;I came in morning as a journalist and in the conflict that happened in afternoon I lost my phone………………..she sobbed more .One man got worried, other was still stern. Jennifer knew this was working ,she continued “ My mother is seriously ill, I want to call her and it seems I have to stay in this home all night “
Man 1 :You can call from my phone
Man 2 : (Angrily) Lets go from here, it is none of our business………….Jennifer’s pitch rose she started crying again  
Man1 – its just a phone call ,we should help her and handed her the phone
Jennifer dialed a number ,talked to her mom and on disconnecting thanked them and gave a flirtatious smile to the first man.
She moved towards the front of that house, when the two men were out of sight she moved towards the van. As the van moved out of the barricaded and empty roads amid police patrols ,Tara asked her “ Is your mother seriously ill”
Jennifer: No,she died long back ,I dialed my boyfriend
Tara : U dialed your boyfriend ,with the phone of a person that I assume to be a miscreant!!!
Jennifer :The fact that you should know is he dialed an international number
Tara: How can you say that?
Jennifer : I am too smart Tara
Suddenly Jennifer’s phone rang, she read the message and said to Tara “OMG! Big discounts this season at Select City Walk, wanna check?”
Tara cursed her boss on giving her this camera woman, she calmed her thoughts “ Jennifer were you able to see that they dialed which country? “
Jennifer –Yup! Pakistan
Tara – PAKISTAN !!!!

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Monday, September 15, 2014

Game of Blogs chapter 4 from the team THE MAVERICK X- The imperfect Click

This story continues from the previous post ,read the previous part of story here :

Part 1 of story ,read 
Part 2 of story ,read at 

Here goes the fourth chapter - The Imperfect Click
"The same evening   which sprayed orange and red colors on the canvass of sky ,nearby in a resort a family was enjoying their long deserved break. As Tara came back to the room from her ayurvedic spa appointment all refreshed and relaxed  ,to her utter disappointment she saw Senior and Junior Dutta engrossed in their laptop and tablet .While Shekhar was frantically noting down something in his diary too ,Roohi was lost reading something on her Tablet ,the tablet which her papa brought on her birthday in spite of Tara’s disapproval.
Tara: and I thought we were on a holiday .I was always accused of being superbusy and look at my sweet gadget struck family oblivious of the beautiful sunset
Pointing towards Roohi ,she  said ”Beta why don’t we go out to the beach and play”
Roohi did not flicker,to which she turned towards Shekhar “Shekhar ,I always opposed this idea of introducing children to these gadgets at such a young age but you and your “Let the child learn from his own mistakes “ theory ,most of the time she and her tablet are inseparable.
Shekhar smiling and still noting down something said ”You know what’s the problem is. We have to face the truth that as a society we do not exhibit concern for what our child is interested in. We just try to mould these little clays into what we want. Roohi is a child whiz , she reads blogs ,learns programming gaming and lest we can do is to discourage her .
Tara: Ok! Ok! My lord .  Now will you keep that machine  off so that we can have a nice coffee on that beachside cafe .
Shekhar- I am really sorry dear .Some important work cropped up and you know freelancing is all about deadlines .Why don’t you two go and I will join you in an hour.
Tara: Ok dear ,turning to Roohi she said ”Beta when we were of your age ,we used to play a lot outside ,no computers ,no tablets ,lots of games ,outdoor games”
Roohi: But why mumma?
Tara: Because we enjoyed it and physical activity is good for your health too beta
Roohi (Giggling) : Naa mama, because tablets were not invented then and computers were not introduced in India.
Hearing this Shekhar and Tara burst out laughing .Embracing her innocent yet genius child ,she pulled her out towards the beach and Shekhar went back to his work.
                                        Under the same sky which was becoming orange to red and as darkness was slowly making its way ,Anne and Cyrus were bulding castles ,castles of a happily married life together .With the sun setting in backdrop ,Cyrus wanted to wave goodbye to his tumultuous childhood and have that perfect beginning with Anne .
Anne- If you are done with your beer ,can we go to the cultural center to watch the kathakali performance as you had promised.
Cyrus –No, do you really want to move out of this perfect romantic setting to watch a classical dance performance.
Anne- Yes sweetheart ,the setting is not romantic its your presence that is more romantic and you can’t backtrack from your promise ,you know how much I love discovering the cultural diversity
Cyrus- As your wish madam
Anne smiled and hugged Cyrus at his little gestures of love .Back in the resort as Cyrus was taking a shower ,his phone rang ,she picked up to see who it was and shouted “ Cyrus, its your dad calling “
“Ignore it” replied Cyrus ,the phone went unanswered and when Cyrus dressed up for the cultural center ,Anne asked “23 missed calls Cyrus ,why don’t you talk to your dad .There must be some urgency. “
Cyrus: There is no urgency , he just enjoys troubling me
Anne: I know you both are not in very good terms , but please answer his call just for my sake
Cyrus took his phone and went in the balcony to call his dad, the one thing he could not do was to say no to the girl he loved the most in the world ,There in the room ,Anne knew how difficult it is for him to do that and she made a silent promise to herself ,never ever let go of the love that they shared. The pitch rose accompanied by long silent pause and when Cyrus came back into room ,anxious Anne asked “What’s the matter Cyrus? Is everything ok? “
Cyrus stood silent for some uncomfortable minutes and then said  ” He wants me to return back “
Anne – when?
Cyrus – Tomorrow  ,but we are not. Let’s move out , its suffocating in here .

                                               While Tara was sitting at the beach side and enjoying the coconut water with her princess listening to her never ending stories , she thought how much her daughter missed out talking to her and with elections to be announced ,she was going to be more than busy. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, “Papa “ screamed roohi with Joy
Tara- Thank God you are here ,the hotel staff told me about the scheduled Kathakali performance at the cultural center today .why don’t we take Roohi there today and dine out at some local eatery?
Shekhar- One bad news dear, we need to return back
Tara- BACK! But why? And when?
Shekhar – One important story that I have to cover, today night itself
With that disappointing look , they returned back to the resort for a hurried packing.
From God’s own country to the financial capital ,everyone got back to their work. With election rallies ,campaign trails Tara became very busy. She called her mother in Kolkata but when she learnt that Dad was not keeping up well , she refrained from asking her mother to come over.

Two weeks passed since they returned from Kerela and when she returned back home one Saturday ,she found Shekhar at home. She hugged him as all these days she hardly saw him
Tara: when did you come back ? And as I can see you two have not taken your dinner?
Shekhar- This evening only . you freshen up so that we can have dinner together
On dinner table Tara complained about Mumbai’s harsh weather and then she yelled “Why doesn't the maid can cook laal maans properly? In which language do I have to tell her not  to overcook the meat and look at the rice ,it looks like a soup”

Shekhar sensed something was troubling her ,he said” What happened? Why are you so pissed off? Its certainly not the Laal maans?

Tara- Yup, its my new cameraman or rather I should say camerawoman .Durjoy who was accompanying me to cover stories since two years resigned god knows why and boss told me this girl Jennifer will take her place . Election season is so crucial Shekhar ,and now working up with a new girl .Boss said she is very good with camera and you know when she walked into my chamber she looked as if she has just walked out of a rock concert “ Multiple accessories of which I lost count of ,cargo pants ,a tattoo which she said is of phoenix  ” .My first reaction was “ lok Sabha elections and she would be my cameraman”

Shekhar- Your camerawoman sound intresting (* winking*) and now you are breaking the golden rule ,no talks of work at home ,look what I have for you
Shekhar pulled out a photo frame with a picture and placed it on the tea table ,Tara picked up and she exclaimed with joy” AWW ! its of kerela that perfect evening when the phone battery died out “

Admiring the picture ,she suddenly noticed “ Look that guy ,one who was wanted to sue ,he has come into the background .Oh he spoiled this nearly perfect picture”

Shekhar- Sometimes little imperfections make the moment more beautiful”

Tara smiled and lovingly looked at that picture
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Sunday, August 24, 2014

And i missed the train..............

This week’s WOW challenge made me remember an incident from my own life and one of the most memorable incident capable of tag “ Too much hi ho gaya yaar “ .This dates back to the time when I was in class 12th and was appearing for multiple Pre medical Tests which made me travel all through the country . So it was AIIMS pre medical exam was in Mumbai
My mamaji lived there and it was decided that my mother would take me along to Mumbai for the exam and we would be staying at my mamaji’s place. It was peak season and dad ran through pillar and post to get confirmed tickets of Bombay mail .Our home is quite near to Railway Station and fundamental rule of travelling says that “Nearer the station to your house ,more is the possibility of missing the train”
So the due date arrived with mom doing all the packing and I was busy with studies. Mom bought some gifts for mamaji’s family and asked my dad to bring laddoos of one sweet shop which were such a hit with my mamaji’s family and that too 3 kgs . The train was at midnight .Before leaving dad got the ladoos only to my maa’s shock that it was only 2kgs ,the result of which was every family’s kissa “ Saari bachat tumhari mere ghar waalon par hi hoti hai”
This sweet fight took a lot of time ,we had to remind them that we will miss the train. We loaded the luggage in the car and after having “ Curd with sugar” we left. We had just left the home when car broke down and after repeated attempts to start it,it didn’t .It was past 11 p.m and the autos were nowhere in sight. My dreams of being a doctor faded with every vehicle that refused to stop .Suddenly a police patrol vehicle stopped and asked us what was the matter. On listening to the urgency of situation ,they offered me and mom a lift .Suddenly they seemed as incarnation of Lord Vishnu  himself to my maa.
We reached the station at 11.55 p.m and one train was there at Platform number 1.Thanking the policemen ,gasping for some air we ran towards the train .I asked one person who was in a hurry which train was it ,He said” Mumbai-Howrah” .We sighed a breath of relief and sat down at the platform realizing that there still was some time left for the train to arrive
Mumbai –Howrah gave the siren and left the platform ,we both looked at the train  and here was the shock of our life .The last bogie of the train said
                       MUMBAI MAIL
                     MUMBAI- HOWRAH
And we missed the train……………………………..

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