Marriage..works?

When I go to work,
I meet a jerk..
who is married..
and always worried..

He hates going home..
not that work is his norm.
his wife the show stopper..
a talkative, fat, avid shopper..

he cribs..marriage, it never works..

My phone rings..
a sad story my friend sings..
I dont want to marry she cries..
My life will be all deep fries..

my freedom is gone, she reasons..
busy all seasons..
manage four parents instead of two..
so many things to do..

she cribs..marriage, it never works..

I smile to myself..
these people need help..
I am distracted by another married goose..
ogling at a hot lady with another loose..

Hot Hai yaar!!..he gives a sigh..
wish my wife could die...
I shake my head in despair..
a damage beyond repair..

he cribs..marriage, it never works..

hey gal!!..comes in my pregnant friend..
whose complaints have no end..
of her mother-in-law..her husband or the ever wailing child..
cooking,cleaning nothing too mild..

she cribs..marriage, it never works..

I look at the picture on my desktop..
my hearts skips a beat and a hop..

my life..never under the knife..

because of him..my ever loving man..

marriage..with its ups and downs..

its concepts so twisted because of ignorant clowns..
love and adjustments go on..
its a relationship simply sown..

My phone buzzes again with a ring..
a concerned voice other side coming..
You are late..shall we order something today?
I smile ..he understands , and he knows what I will say..

I say.. marriage for me..it always works.... 

An Aadhar for me..too!

This is a story but a true one.I felt quite amused to have gone through this day so hence I decided to share it here.

It is the time where taking the Aadhar card is the new hype and everyone was trying to get theirs done irrespective of whether they know its important or not or whether they will actually get a card at the end of it all. Like the voters id, ration card , passport and the umpteen number of cards one take to prove that you are the citizen of India, Nandan Neelkani and his team has introduced a new one to the collection , the Aadhar.

So as to what I was saying, due to the discussions from the family side and pressure form colleagues, I finally relented to take one. Having made my mind the next task was to convince my husband to come with me and get it done. Like I had predicted he had his excuses of completing his sprint and submitting his task and all.(Agile has really got up to him).But I remained firm on my ground and somehow we came up with a convenient time to take the Aadhar card.I arranged the required documents(after vigorous on-line search for all the relevant documents that could be taken). D Day arrived and we set out early as we were warned of the huge crowd that we could expect outside the Aadhar camp. Keeping that in mind we reached the venue at 7 and we found we were the first in queue.(Yay!!But precisely there was a dog first).So we three (including the dog) sat on the steps.Breakfast pangs caught me and I sent my husband off to buy some breakfast while I settled down to read the morning paper.While he was away , an old man and his son arrived on a scooter. The old chap then went to the other side and sat down.I realised the place where I settled down was wrong and slowly got up to go the place the old guy was. I saw something written in Kannada and pasted on one of the two windows that were there.I looked at the old guy who was staring hard at me.I saw an application form in his hands.On that it was written that day's date.I looked at him quizzically. He asked whether I had the application form.I nodded my head to a no.He said you have to fill the form.I turned around to the window to which he was pointing to showing the form.It was written application forms stock was over.Fortunately there was this guy standing there and he asked me whether I needed a form.I readily said yes as I didn't want to waste this one trip to get the card.We got the form for 3 times the amount it was originally sold.I went back to the old guy and started filling the form.By this time Shyam my husband had come with food.I filled the form double quickly and grabbed a bite.I came back to the line to see few more people filling the queue.That's when we came to know that all these people had come a month ago to get the token for this date and here we were with not even the form initially.So we were told to stand in a queue in front of the other window and get the token.We were mentally distressed thinking that we would not get the verification get done today and we have to make another trip for this. Shyam was murmuring his frustrations away about his work and I in turn rolling my eyes. Anyway we formed the new queue with the older one getting bigger and bigger along with more chaos and confusion.Half the queue was filled with the family members and neighbours of the old guy I had met earlier.He had reserved the place for them.Great!!They were enjoying some sort of picnic there singing songs , having all yummy food which got all the mouth watering from my side(:P). A lady tried getting into the middle of the bigger queue(the one for verification) and then people got agitated and pushed the lady away. A policeman who was in the queue came and started getting all into a single line.We got our rightful place in front of the old guy since he knew we had come way early.So we stood at the front and waited for the officer. It wasn't of any surprise when the officer came at 10 when the timings were from 9 am to 5 pm.

Finally the officer came and I submitted the forms.He looked at me and said that I didn't have the token.Immediately I changed my attitude to that of a desperate one and begged him to do the verification today for me and my husband since we will go out of the country next week(So easily the lies came out for me).He relented seeing the long line behind me.He verified my documents and sent me inside for rest of the procedures.I ran inside and sat down at one free counter.The lady there was nice and humble and helped me complete the procedure. Shyam was missing all the time and I found out that his address proof was invalid and that he needed an introduction from my side.So somehow finally his was verified and he came to my counter.There was a section where we had to enter the address proof . Since I introduced Shyam , I was made the head of the family !!hehe...A govt approved one..though he complained I always ruled him anyways...

At last..finally..got done and we held the aadhar card receipts in our hands.We met the old guy who was beaming and saying that we were lucky to get it done today without a token.I smiled at him bemused for he behaved and acted exactly like my father in law, ranting and battering and entertaining everyone all day. We thanked the old man and his family for their support and we rushed off to office..

Being a lady has its effects always.I really don't know what made me say the excuses to the officers or how the officer relented unlike the rude ones we get at Govt offices.But.I am still waiting for the card to be delivered... :)

Nirbhaya..a hope for light!!

A night as normal as any day..
not expecting disaster in any way..
Enjoying a movie with a friend..
not knowing her laughter will cease to an end..

Flowing along with the way of life..
never knowing a pain awaits as a stab of a knife..
never knowing 6 forms of the devil lie in wait..
for the kill of a hunger they needed to add to her fate!

the movie ended..she took steps to hell..
the danger I just wished I could tell..
the bus to hell arrived ..
and up she with her friend climbed..

they pounced on her like an animal..
they were all far from being normal..
the maniacs they were ..to kick, torture and brutally rape..
and throwing her away naked ..like the seed of a grape!!

was it her fault?
to become a victim of this thunder and bolt?
well according to an MP it is..
 because she is just not anyone of his..

her vulnerability was used ..
they were thoroughly amused..
uneducated though literate,
cowards showing their prowess , their act so much to hate..

she made up her mind to fight..
holding onto life tight..
an example set not so light..
Raising the bar of self respect to a large height!

Little girls , so new to this world..
being attached and pounced upon, like the spears hurled..
How can you do this to them..
Don't you see a glimpse of your own daughter in that little gem?

wake up India..wake up..
shame is being filled to the brim of the cup..
where men have become animals..women a toy..
females have to suffer from abortion to rape by a boy..

I dream of an India, my land..
where women walk fearless, with people extending a safety hand..
where men and women live in true peace and harmony..
not like the fake evil smiles one finds in a ceremony..

The Rains for me..

The rain at its best,

Giving me the zeal and the zest..

The tune of the rain making a dance,

So fresh, why should I lose a chance..

The drops going plop on my face,

Cooling me off , at a steady pace..

My mind wanders off to my old days,

Where things happened amidst the rain always..

Fun at college, celebrations alive

With the rains, leaving classes and going for the dive..

Cackling like hens, enjoying every bit..

So carefree, never noticing us getting hit or bit!!

But each time in the corner of my eye, I searched for her, my idol

A senior at that time, beautiful and swift, with the thrift of a seagull..

Seeing her in the rains, gives such a feeling of freshness in the air..

We were close, yet so apart, for she was the senior and it wasn’t just fair!

Still I always wanted her to come and talk..

For I was scared and always hid behind a sock..

But life was cool , with her and many a friend,

That I never realised that someday it all might end..

The same rains witnessed it all,

I remember it happening outside the college hall..

Some fight regarding the Arts Day with her best friend..

Earned me a tight slap at the very end..

The whole college was aghast,

The teachers came out fast..

The silence was killing,

And time never ticking..

I was hurt by the act..

My idol never even asked me the fact..

Humiliated in front of all..

Making me look so small..

The rains kept pouring on..

And the crowd had long gone..

But I remained there unmoved and still..

Wanting to jump off the hill..

Should I hate the rain??

No, because one day I get the gain..

Of her apologising for the incident,

10 years later when I met her by accident..

I got back the sister I lost..

And I enjoy the rains at any cost..

This time with her and our family..

Hope time never changes and go to flee…

My Chechi..

When the world starts breaking down for me,

And I have no one to look upon and see..

That’s when a hand comes down on me,

I knew who that was, for there was she..

Her eyes both bright and twinkling..

her lips twitching to smile and sing..

her hair falling of her shoulders..

beautiful and tall ,like on top of some boulders..

standing slim, fit and firm,

she does what she thinks, no matter a term..

her smile makes me strong,

whether no one or someone, to her I belong…

I do anything to make her proud,

Searching frantically for her in the crowd..

Never gives away and says it’s good,

But look into her eyes, her heart is understood!

She’s talented , she learns quick..

Strong and contented, no ill-will and rarely gets sick!

A joke in every line,

And makes it seem everything is fine!

Her beauty is beyond her innocence,
she will never stand any nonsense..
She will demand for justice all the time,
and can be sweet and sour as green lime...

she loves to irritate,
that we will reach up to our patience's gate..
rarely cuddles or gives a hug,
but her eyes shows the place in the heart for me she has dug!

She respects all,
never lets anyone fall..
her laughter sounds of the river flowing,
when happy we can find her face glowing..

Give her a work, she gets it perfect.

Never let anything make her work intersect!

The least of emotions she shows out,

The crazy she makes u, like mary go round the roundabout!

Ultimately she cares ,

And so much she shares..

I love her all the more,

With her around, life never gets any more bore..

So often she smiles, her sadness gives my heart a blister!

Hey do you want to know who she is? She is my elder sister..

A short story-The girl in White(idea by Veena V K)

The Girl In White

The rain was at its best. Best in the sense, for me.  Light, those cool drizzling showers with a breeze. It was as if it was performing a contemporary dance with elegant and soft moves in front of its most avid spectator, me. I was enjoying it along with the timely jolt of the Indian Railways, while it was taking me amongst its hundred passengers to Mangalore, Karnataka from Kannur, Kerala.  The rain was beautiful with Kerala’s breath taking view behind and the backwaters for accompaniment.  My neck was straining looking in a single direction for a long time. So I turned around to look into my compartment. My opposite berth was occupied by a ‘not so large’ family of 10 members trying to cram into that single berth. Whew! Watching them gave me a sweat! They were so noisy clattering, chattering, two babies held up in a “who is going to cry the loudest” competition and munching some snacks away without even considering to offer their fellow passengers (I got hungry after watching them eat!).I realized that I was so engrossed in the rain that I didn’t notice the commotion right in front. Next to me was an old couple, holding hands and sleeping with their mouths open. WOW! How could they sleep amidst this chaos? Anyways I returned to my “programme” and continued staring outside. The train was slowing down at Neeleswaram, Kasargode.  I couldn’t see the station as it was filled with people ready to board this train. Where do all these people come from? Looking at them it looks like the train is the only mode of transportation in India. Ok, if you didn’t get what I am trying to say, just think about the Mumbai locals, full stop. Ok..So the train stopped, the people were boarding and I was looking out for a vendor to come so that I could eat something. I heard someone saying the train stopped only for three minutes and so I was trying to frantically reach out for a vendor. At Last one man came to me (Thank God!) and I paid for his timely service and food. It was indeed a perfect timing for by the time I paid the train had started moving slowly.

Suddenly my eyes caught someone running and shouting on the platform. It was a girl running to catch the train. I heard people murmuring that she will miss it, why she can’t come on time and all but my instincts told me  to get up to the bogie door(which was near me) and stretch out my arms to help that girl. I could hear two things only, the ‘chuk chuk’ of the slowly speeding train and my heart beats going on like the African Drums. The girl reached out to my arms and I pulled her inside. We both fell on the steps but were helped by people who finally came out of their shell shocked state and helped us. I scrambled back to my seat and sat somehow. I realized that I had hurt my leg somewhere. I was about to bend down and look when I heard something like “excuse me”. I looked up and saw the same girl I had saved (her from missing the train). I was expecting a “thank you” instead she said:” Could I share the seat with you?” God, Favor! Will I be sharing space with a camel (it’s a phrase in Malayalam as to will the entire seat be taken by her?) I said Ok and she sat down. I couldn’t help but look at her. She was wearing a pure white salwar kameez (which now got dirty of course!)She had a handbag in which was a white rose (beautiful, haven’t seen one in ages ) and an old mobile phone (in the sense a Nokia 1100) to which she was clinging on tightly. Guess, she also suffers from NOMOPhobia (No mobile phone phobia-Google pls).I scanned her and reached her face. She LOOKED SOO FAMILIAR! Gosh I don’t remember where I have seen her! Where?  Where? As I was thinking I didn’t realize I was staring hard at her when she said “Hmm.. Thanks a lot! For helping me out!” It was meek, but a sincere one and I smiled ( I was happy I got the thanks I deserved! Hello!! and also.. the girl was sweet, pretty and sincere).But the familiarity was haunting me every minute. It was as if I have known her with all my heart but I just can’t get it. I was dying to ask her, but nope. I wouldn’t budge! I started eating and again this time I found the girl staring at me. Well, So I offered her one samosa and she gladly took one. Maybe she was hungry. Anyways it was like a tablet of energy as she started chattering away. I smiled and took my iPod to listen and ease myself for some time. Timely once, I used to peek at her. She was pretty .Her hair left open and smelled nice. It was curled and gave it a typical mallu look. Savoring in her innocent beauty I closed my eyes to sleep.

Suddenly my compartment shook and tilted to one side. I jumped up to a start and realized something real bad had happened and the train had gotten into a mishap. People were running about in the train like mad chickens on fire and the train was slowing turning to one side. I was numbed and scared and suddenly something hit, a fat old lady fell upon me. My head was hurting badly and I could barely stand up! My head was churning around and I wanted someone to save me. I was shouting madly and crying all together. Suddenly, to my utter surprise I saw that same girl in white salwar kameez seated on the berth opposite me, smiling not caring about what is happening around. She was staring at me and smiling .She stretched out her hand to me and I was trying to make some movement of my numbed arms to reach her. My vision was blurring as I was nearing her. My eyes closed off and I blacked out!

I felt drops of water splash across my face and woke up to a start! I realized I was in my painting room and I had dozed off! It was all a dream?? It was so real! I tried to recall the dream and it sent a shiver down my spine! I gawked at what I saw next, that white salwar kameez girl was there right in front of me.. IN MY PAINITING! No wonder she looked familiar! But who splashed that water? I looked around. No one! Spooky! It was raining and the ceiling was leaking! I smiled to myself and got up to wash my face. As I stood up, my leg struck something sharp and as I bent down to look at what was that.. I shivered at what I saw..

It was a white rose..

My training project!

My month long project,

Your skills to eject..

The start of instant hell,

One can’t simply tell!

Google ..my help..

To my mentor I yelp..

So much to learn..

The same we earn..

Day and night we think..

The spirit can’t just sink!

The weekends all gone poof!

Animated like dogs barking woof!

The madness right there..

Confusion everywhere..

Time flying fast..

Any mistake, we go aghast!

The hair count going more,

as we scratch our heads to core..

to get some miracle of our stupid head,

waiting even on our comfy bed!

The days numbering down fast,

We simply dun want to be last..

The entire office like a field..

Running like chickens to get the best yield!

Its over as one gets to grin..

The happiness glowing on the skin..

Waiting to pounce on others yet to do..

Delightfully watching them do the shoo!