Megha was busy multitasking her morning chores. She MUST watch her morning mega boring mega serial Kumkum at 8.30 or 9 am ( not sure of the timings). She had missed her 1 P M slot due to unavoidable gossip session on 2nd cross, 5th main's Rekha. We have all the megas running and re-running mornings/noons/eves/nights. U miss out the eve session, catch up with them in the morning or may be noon or even at night.
Her plan of action is as below.
9 am - Kumkum ( in case 1 pm slot is missed)
9.30 to 10 - Breakfast
10.30 -Kkusum ( she had seen it earlier you see)
11 am - Teen bahuraanian ( cant watch soaps at night. This is purely meant for hubby dear(HD))
11.30- Saath phere
12 noon - Bidai
12.30 PM - Maayaka
1 Pm of course for Kkusum
1.30 PM - Bhabi
2.00 pm - Karam Apna Apna - ( this will be along with the lunch)
2.30 PM - Saarthi
3 PM - Kyunki saas bhi
Here the session closes. Children will be home. She has to prepare the eve snacks.
5.30 PM - Kasturi
7 PM - Har ghar Kuch kehta hai
Curtains are drawn for the day.
Kids start watching cartoon/MTV/V channel and disinterestedly she watches those too.
But Hats off to Megha. She does her duty of catering to the needs of HD and children happily.
Dont u think her agenda is neatly chalked out?
Soaps PLUS MTV/V channel MINUS news channel is what her daily routine. Her say on news channel is that "why to waste time by watching news as the same comes to me during our gos session"
All these makes one puffing and panting for breath but not for megha. U can see her always cherubic, cheerful and energetic.
i am thinking of adding spice to my life by just watching a few soaps for a starter.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
travails of travel
I must share the experience of travelling by our great BMTC buses. Though the buses dont turn up in time, one is not bored of waiting( Thanks to the shelters provided/sponsored by the large hearted souls). you can spend your time by staring/ogling/commenting about passers by. After a loooooooong wait, the bus arrives at an angle of almost 180 degrees (exaggeration)carrying frustrated passengers peeping out of the doors. It is a common sight to see even the ladies hanging out of doors, windows et all. Leave this bus ( so says my instinct). Behind comes an almost empty bus and in I go. I have never seen people trying to get in to this empty bus. They prefer to hang Out ( pun intended). I take a seat. Second bus overtakes the first and now it is the turn of the IInd bus to negotiate angles.
Scenario inside the Bus- I suddenly feel a gush of odour ( bad i.e) making me almost go into a Coma. I just had to turn my head to see a lady ( sleeveless) keeping her hand on the back of the seat. I wriggle, move in front, sideways, but the lady is oblivious of my agony and is chatting away to glory. I doze off for some time and the aroma(!!) gradually decreases. The lady is gone. Hurray! I sit comfortably with a smile on my face. Scene 2. A school girl with a backpack pushing it right on my face with a compass pointing precariously in front of my eyes. God! I dont want to go blind. I push her bag and the bag ends up right on my lap. ( with a request from the girl ofcourse). Scene 3. The girl gets a seat and there goes her bag. In enters a princess of sorts and there she lands up on my shoulders making me stoop in front. ( I always end up as a bean bag when i choose to sit in the corner seat. how I love the window seats) By the time u get down making way by pushing, pulling, pinching ( only in case they dont give way) etc u r a wreck with dishelved hair crumpled dress. If u are fan of flimsy roadside sandals, forget it. U will end up with barefoot with your sandals stuck some where in the bus.
I have learnt a few lessons by travelling by these buses. pl follow these rules meticulously while travelling in these buses ( though these r tried and tested, no assurance of a safe journey)
Rule 1. wait for an empty bus ( In the process ur hair may become grey. never mind)
Rule 2. Dont get duped by seeing one or two standings. that will swell to millions
Rule 3. Always stick to window seats
Rule 4. Select the first or the second seat. pl do not try to go deeper. ( you have trouble there. Lecherous Toms falling all over you with an innocent expression written all over the face)
Rule 5. Dont share your seat ( Two by three)
Best solution. Head for a two wheeler, or a car or a tempo, lorry anything but the.......
Scenario inside the Bus- I suddenly feel a gush of odour ( bad i.e) making me almost go into a Coma. I just had to turn my head to see a lady ( sleeveless) keeping her hand on the back of the seat. I wriggle, move in front, sideways, but the lady is oblivious of my agony and is chatting away to glory. I doze off for some time and the aroma(!!) gradually decreases. The lady is gone. Hurray! I sit comfortably with a smile on my face. Scene 2. A school girl with a backpack pushing it right on my face with a compass pointing precariously in front of my eyes. God! I dont want to go blind. I push her bag and the bag ends up right on my lap. ( with a request from the girl ofcourse). Scene 3. The girl gets a seat and there goes her bag. In enters a princess of sorts and there she lands up on my shoulders making me stoop in front. ( I always end up as a bean bag when i choose to sit in the corner seat. how I love the window seats) By the time u get down making way by pushing, pulling, pinching ( only in case they dont give way) etc u r a wreck with dishelved hair crumpled dress. If u are fan of flimsy roadside sandals, forget it. U will end up with barefoot with your sandals stuck some where in the bus.
I have learnt a few lessons by travelling by these buses. pl follow these rules meticulously while travelling in these buses ( though these r tried and tested, no assurance of a safe journey)
Rule 1. wait for an empty bus ( In the process ur hair may become grey. never mind)
Rule 2. Dont get duped by seeing one or two standings. that will swell to millions
Rule 3. Always stick to window seats
Rule 4. Select the first or the second seat. pl do not try to go deeper. ( you have trouble there. Lecherous Toms falling all over you with an innocent expression written all over the face)
Rule 5. Dont share your seat ( Two by three)
Best solution. Head for a two wheeler, or a car or a tempo, lorry anything but the.......
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Friend
I had a very good friend during college days who was very bubbly, jovial, and full of life. She had a very long and luscious hair with a perfect figure to match. We shopped, hanged out, saw movies ( ofcourse by bunking classes) and did everything that a college going teen would do.
She used to ape the lecturers to perfection (Though she did get reprimanded for that. "who cares" was her motto).
we did have a daily routine of visiting each other's house and in the bargain must have shed few kilos. She was very ambitious and would dream of many things one of them was to wed a tall dark and handsome lad who would look after her like a princess.
All good things have to come to an end isnt it? Like our degree courses. I had to move on as I got a good job. She used to come home on sundays and tell us about the happenings of the week with colourful anectodes. I must tell u here that, We sisters used to laugh our guts out listening to her comical narrations. Since we had to shift to a new area I could meet her only once in two months and even this gradually reduced and I lost touch with her completely.
Years later when I met a friend of mine who resided in her area, I was shocked to find out that
her parents had passed away and her brothers cheated her of the property and got her married hurriedly to a man of their choice, who was nowhere near her dream man. ( leave alone being a good human being)
I was desperate to meet her and through a common friend met her at her house when she had delivered her second baby. Lo! where was my lovable, jovial, bubbly friend? when did her long hair turn into a handful of locks? what had happened to her shining black eyes? her smile?her tomboyishness?her infectious laughter?
She could understand all of those questions which reflected in my eyes. ( we were best of friends right?)
I was surprised by her answer. She had to say this" The man of my dream still exists. I am living with him in my dreams"
Strange are the ways of the world. How time had changed a smart, ambitious, lively girl into a bundle of flesh sans emotions.
How the paths of life change once you are out of college. How I wish I could change her life if I had a magic wand
She used to ape the lecturers to perfection (Though she did get reprimanded for that. "who cares" was her motto).
we did have a daily routine of visiting each other's house and in the bargain must have shed few kilos. She was very ambitious and would dream of many things one of them was to wed a tall dark and handsome lad who would look after her like a princess.
All good things have to come to an end isnt it? Like our degree courses. I had to move on as I got a good job. She used to come home on sundays and tell us about the happenings of the week with colourful anectodes. I must tell u here that, We sisters used to laugh our guts out listening to her comical narrations. Since we had to shift to a new area I could meet her only once in two months and even this gradually reduced and I lost touch with her completely.
Years later when I met a friend of mine who resided in her area, I was shocked to find out that
her parents had passed away and her brothers cheated her of the property and got her married hurriedly to a man of their choice, who was nowhere near her dream man. ( leave alone being a good human being)
I was desperate to meet her and through a common friend met her at her house when she had delivered her second baby. Lo! where was my lovable, jovial, bubbly friend? when did her long hair turn into a handful of locks? what had happened to her shining black eyes? her smile?her tomboyishness?her infectious laughter?
She could understand all of those questions which reflected in my eyes. ( we were best of friends right?)
I was surprised by her answer. She had to say this" The man of my dream still exists. I am living with him in my dreams"
Strange are the ways of the world. How time had changed a smart, ambitious, lively girl into a bundle of flesh sans emotions.
How the paths of life change once you are out of college. How I wish I could change her life if I had a magic wand
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