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Guys!!

Ok, so before I write this post which I have been waiting to write for a long long time, let me make it clear that I am not a misandrist, neither am I a lesbian. I have this fairly nice group of guy friends and I love my father and brother and cousins and the other male members of my family. This post is just because I am furious and sad and feel unsafe most of the times when I am alone, away from my house or not under the protective cover of the men in my life. I am a modern 21st century average looking girl, career oriented, style conscious, working, educated etc etc.. but one thing I am not is fearless.. yes I fear going out on the road post 9:00pm, if I take an auto late at night I prefer talking to a robot in my cell phone just to make it clear that someone somewhere is waiting for me, I wrap myself with my jacket and scarf whenever I board the public buses, no matter if it hot or cold outside and so on..
          Its a nice afternoon, drizzling outside. As I prepare myself to …

I live on the moon..

I wake up happy and glad with the sun rays entering my room forming a mosaic on the wall. Its a perfect start for a perfect day. Birds chirping outside, leaves fluttering with the breeze.. picture perfect. I get ready for office, I look forward to office now a days (some people leaving your office makes a better life). I get dressed wearing one of my cute pink tops, making me even happier. The perfect cuppa coffee greeted my day. As I started walking the narrow lane , I thought of taking an auto to office, breaking the perfect harmony of my day          So when I otherwise stay in a particularly crowded area of they city, which is supposed to be like the mid, I don't get an auto to office. The auto walas would rather stand ( read stand in dozens, swarming like bees in a hive) on the stand but not move their lazy bums to drive people to their destinations. And worse if its raining , they wouldn't even bother to look at you or if they rarely do they'd give you the…

LiTtLe ThInGs I dO oN wEeKeNds.. PaRt 3

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Junk again...

So what do you do when you get up at 6:30 in the morning, fill water enough for your buckets to take in ( did I tell you, we get water only twice, 6:30 to 7:00 in the morning and 2:00 to 5:00 in the afternoon, which is obviously out of my reach) and you warm comforter gives you that very-calming-and-soothing-and-lovely-comeback-sweety look and you step right in and get up only when your younger brother comes and wakes you up... And no its not over yet.. Last night I was blabbering about going early to office, about the piles and piles of pending tasks.. At just the right time, my darling lil' brother says he wants to have a bath before me and as the good sister I let him do that. So the warm water is gone.As we discuss our theories on using the available water conventionally( you see, now there's a theory in anything and everything, we are watching the "Big Bang"), he fills in water in the bucket for me and inserts the heating coil. He had a luxurious bath…

Junk

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So, finally am writing.. It feels like I am doing a favor to myself!! Viral fever and the irritating weakness post fever.... Mr. God has not been favoring me much I guess.. I am feeling like some piece of junk, rusted junk.. I am doing nothing except cooking,eating,sleeping,to and fro from office and thats it.... absolutely nothing to make me feel happy and cheerful.... The portrait workshop I attended did help me sketch nose, ears , lips and eyes.. but individually , the combined effect does nothing to look like a human face or for that instance not even like an animal to my understanding. So, I guess I am giving up drawing human faces...  Read "Tea for two and a piece of cake" at tortoise speed, but was worth the read, loved it... so real.. How can people write so practically, you can almost feel you are a part of it... Sudha Murthy's "The day I stopped drinking milk" was just fine to awaken the writer in me, but the fever was just the correct antidote. Goin…

The fear of loss

As I rub my pencil against the drawing paper and nod my head in  a perfect "NO". I cannot do this. I cannot draw a human face. The workshop is doing nothing to me learn. How can it? I spend my time staring at other people who draw like M.F.Hussains and Picasso's. Ponder why then even joined the workshop, isn't it supposed to be for people like me who cannot draw.
 And suddenly the cell rings to inform of three serial blasts at walking distance from office. How do I react now? What do I do? Tata docomo fails me when I need it the most. The feeling is awful. Dark and cold, I quickly restart my cell and call up brother. He said he is fine.. I call up all loved ones.. everybody is fine... The aforeseen fear of loss send chills down my spine. God let everybody be safe...