The House-wives club.

The alarm clock never stops beeping; neither does the milkman ever stop knocking. The maid never turns up on time...and the few times that she does its the same sob story just out of an old hindi movie,justifying the last time she, didnot turn up for work,which happens to be her constant accomplishment.The clothes never seem to dry and neither is the grocery list ever complete.Running every morning from pillar to post,hair standing uncombed and unkept,with the apron full of stains with different colours ,shapes and lengths in time,out from the various cooking episodes,of the various cooked meals that every one ate with critical accolades.

This is the day of a typical “home-maker”.But, this is the same thankless jobbed lady whose “today I would make everyone happy” binds the family the way...it still is..

Being a wife or a daughter in law or even a mother is the world’s hardest job, guess it’s scarier than having to swim with sharks. With the later, one at least knows that there is a bleak possibility of survival, but with the former, the possibility of survival is the bleakest hope for survival.

You can never ever be a great wife or a good daughter-in-law and even sometimes, not even an understanding mother. Oh Yes!!! Only on birthdays, anniversaries, parties, children’s birthday and other such public appearances, you are made to realise to the world that you are alive ,kicking and oh so integral part of that perfect family picture, but otherwise you are that doormat which never ever makes it to the dry cleaners. Morning till night complains and grumpy faces....but not once, a simple thank you for taking care of that home, which welcomes everyone back after a hectic busy day. The most ironic part of a house-wife’s life is, that while everyone else can talk about how bad the big wild world is....she can never ever complain!...and if by the stroke of luck she does, then tagging her to be ever-nagging, ever-complaining and ever-frustrated with life surely happens to be the most vividly passed attributes and accolades.



Strange, but the reality remains that as a wife, your position in your husband’s life is nothing more than a digital diary, beeping to remind him of all those important events..But these days even that has been taken over by the HTCs and the Blackberries...The important transition happens when this particular lady...ages to become the mother in law! That son, who never even bothered to consider your opinion, suddenly starts finding solace in the mother’s lap and that ever criticising husband, realising, that now, he just has you, who would go along through those without teeth and hair days....suddenly is ever praising and doesn’t stop counting the innumerable sacrifices made by you for the family, which once never realised you were there.



It’s not that I am bitter and am out there to prove it to the world of women-power or empowerment...This is a piece of my heart crying out for every single lady who has given up their own hopes and dreams to dream for the man she loves and love his family; ....just to remind the world that appreciation and giving back the love you get unconditionally is the most easy and rather the most effortless way of showing someone that you really care.

God’s own...Grand-mums....

Sometimes sweet and sometimes sour;


That’s what grand-mums are!

Simple tales sound valour....

‘Cause they are magical story-tellers!

Weaving tales through knitted scarf’s and mittens,

Teaching us life through blue ribboned-buttons:

Hugs embracing sorrow and a heart of pure gold;

Make them yearned by the Almighty even more.......

An Ode to my “copy-me-all-times” friend!!

This missive that I pen down today stands out as an ovation to all of my near and dear ones who have and probably still do encounter, during their mundane daily chores; a sect of homo-sapiens...male –female species...those whom, I proudly type-cast...”the copy-catzzzzz”

They say “imitation is the purest form of flattery” and trust me, I would have never had the honour to understand its truest meaning hitherto I meet this female “Shashmita” (name changed for obvious reasons).

Simplicity is the virtue most rarely found and most easily lost and no one else personifies it better than her. Truthfully speaking it was her virgin simplicity that made me like her instantly. She was like a breath of fresh air, untouched by the modern glam-sham, suited-booted puppeteer world, which is what made her special. She had an earthen feel which made me want to know her more and more...and the more I started to know her, she started startling me ...more and more!!!!!!

Gradually it started to dawn upon me that her lack of identity and a tremendous urge to be accepted by people as propeller of modernity drove her to be the “miss-wannabe”. In her madness to be hip-hop and cool, she started losing the best thing she ever had “her simple self”. Salvaging my wardrobe to my friends and acquaintances’...everything I did ,ate ,wore or spoke... was replicated....even better than the Xerox machines...I would say......and it didn’t stop there,...she started believing that she was me.......and for me it started becoming a nightmarish horror flick...with one of your best friends becoming your best-stalker.......

Things started going from bad to worse and even before she could ever realise it started colouring her psyche...



Piqued and disappointed, in various ways I, tried hinting her and painting reality....my futile efforts, today drove me to share this episode with all of you....as the pain of losing a good friend onto the hands of covetousness and contest.......is unparallel and leaves your heat soared!!!!

Hence I bow down to each and every living soul today and salute the self within each heartbeat....’cause everyone is special just the way they are ....and to change our innate self would mean to defy...the invent of The Almighty, sitting high up in those blue skies.....because He sent us down to love and share love...............so love our own self the way you came.....unchanged and unfazed.....is definitely God-willing and God-sent!!!!!!!!