of molestrologers and new year resolutions – part 1

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Believe it or not, I got molested last week by a 72 year old astrologer.  Yes, you read that right.

Me, a heavily pregnant woman the size of a small planet, about to deliver any second now, poked in the crotch by an old rambling man with one arm debilitated in an accident and one leg in the proverbial grave.

Let me back up a bit.

Mister’s mom and I had heard fascinating things about K. Santhanam, a well-known palmist and astrologer who lives at 92, Pocket D, Mayur Vihar Phase 2, Delhi – 110091. (I decided to add his complete address here, just in case you feel compelled to send him hate mail after reading this shit.)

So anyway. Mom and I decided to consult this guy because we were curious about what he would have to say about my future. And yes, I believe in this mumbo jumbo when I feel like it.

He started by telling us how he was…

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A thought

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All he does is put the washing machine and dry the clothes. Or clear the table and get his daughter ready for the school. My friend moaned. Her son was in between jobs. He is a highly qualified and sincere person and finding a job will not be a problem. But maybe he wants to take some time off.

I was wondering what was more difficult to accept her son not having a job or his doing domestic chores. In all probability the latter.

I grew up in a family where my father was always helping in the daily household work. He was the first to get up make tea for himself and my mom. Then all us children got warm milk . Hot water in those days had to be warmed in a huge container. So he saw that we got hot water for our bath. My mother would…

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Nothing Can Defeat Her..not even death

There was Sambhar, Rice, Rasam , Biscuits , Wabbattu, Coffee n cake . There were love and hospitality. There was a hard working mother trying to make a semblance of a life with her two kids three years after her husband died. Somya turned 12 and Shanta, the lady who helps me keep my house clean , threw her a birthday party. Shanta is a suicide survivor owing to depression after her husband died. Today she is a happy mother trying to do as much as possible for her two girls. We were thrilled n honored to be a part of her celebration.

Such incidents that we come across daily in our life teach us the way to live life on our own terms, no matter what may come in our path, just get over it.

Nothing can defeat her courage and love for her children. 

As told by Sarah Huda

Sassy Shades of Life

This blog post will somewhere remind you of the story Kabuliwala. The story of a local vendor and a little girl. The Vendor (Kabuliwala) has a deep affection for this little girl, who he sees as his daughter. But unlike the story of Kabuliwala, this little girl doesn’t forget him when she grows up.

Twelve years back I use to bargain with this man who I will pay only Rs 5 for two packs of popcorn. I use to take it almost everyday. The he started selling Gola so I made him have a stall during farewell times in my college days. Later when I graduated and started working as an interior designer I made him a wooden box to keep all the money on his thelaa on the road, it was box like a piggy bank in which he could insert the 5 rupees coins also. This man attended my wedding nine yrs back and came with dignity all dressed up with 500/- in the envelope as a gift. Fifteen years have passed by, he still sells popcorn, sweet corn, Jamun, Peru and groundnuts at the same place. Knowing him all these years, makes me realize that some people are so hardworking, live life happily and do the best they can. I took this pic today when the BMC took away his thelaa from the road and are gonna charge a heavy fine 2000/- but he kept smiling and roasting the sweet corn for me saying don’t worry I AM alright. A big salute to his kickass attitude!!!

(A real life incident, as quoted by Resham Java)

Life: The Naked Truth

  (by Parul Mathur, taking life as it comes)

This afternoon I was sitting in my Company, desperately waiting for the HR to return with my relieving letter. I noticed a resume lying at her desk for consideration. Bounded by curiosity I started examining it and went through the details. Firstly I noticed the writing on the form filled up in her own hand writing, I said, her writing is ok. Then I started reading the resume, her qualification, perusing B.Com. (off-campus) from some college, I said ok, so she has applied for the position of tele caller. Ok, I saw she had experience in call center. “Why these guys just do not complete their studies first, why do they run after money damn it” , I said to my self. I continued reading further, Father’s Name: Late Mr. xxxxxxx, oh she has lost her father, hmmm..sad, my mind said to me. I read further, then Mother: Late Ms. xxxxxxx Damn it, her mother is also not alive. I immediately saw the year of her birth, she was just 21 years old. Now I was totally immersed in the guilt, what I was thinking about her, oh god! she has gone through a lot! Then I started thinking that she must be dependent on someone else for all her needs, she must used to miss her parents very badly. When she will return home from here, no one will ask her that if she had something to eat all this while. No one would repeatedly call her to know that if she is ok or not. No one would call her to ask that when she would return. I read it several times that we should be kind to everyone, coz every one is fighting his/her own battle in life. Very True! I As I left the office I saw that girl (a warrior, I believe by now) was waiting outside, to be called for an interview. It definitely changed my way of looking at people…for good.

 

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I Earn My Bread Each Saturday

(By Parul Mathur, life’s true story)

 

I make thalis and Diyas each saturday for devotees who come at Shani Mandir. At 6 six years of age, I manage to earn around Rs 300-Rs 400 every Saturday and bring things for my family. Sometimes some very kind uncle and aunties offer food stuff to me. From last two weeks I was down with fever so didn’t come to work. No earnings, scanty food. I cherish a full stomach, sight children going to school and children taking rides at malls.

I love My Parents Even More

(Life’s true story by Parul Mathur)

I always make sure that I leave the office on time and always stick to it. Back at home my wife waits for me, I too want to back to her as soon as I can. I love her. And Iove my Parents even more.

The Perfect Mr. Average …a post by Nitin Gupta

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He’s not the kind of guy who will steal your breath away the very moment you look at him. If you are in a crowd, he’s not the kind who would catch your attention. He is like a song that you hear for the first time on the radio and you can’t make up your mind if you like it or not. He does not has a pair of mysterious black eyes that would make your heart skip a beat. Neither does he resemble like any of the prince that you’ve fantasized of.
After having to hear the same song for the fourth or fifth time, you think you might like something about the song. Maybe the meaningful lyrics or the soothing music or the familiarity that it carries with it. Just like how you enjoy every moment that you spend with him. How everything about him surprises you. Let it be the freckles that appear from nowhere when he laughs to your jokes or the way his eyes never blink even for a second when he’s confused.
Scrolling down your playlist on your iPod and to discover this song among all your other favorite songs. Isn’t it peculiar how this particular song outshines all your hardcore favorite songs? The moment you have your headphone on, your heart calls out for the song which you are now obsessed of. Whenever you are depressed or dejected, neither the Mr.Perfect nor the Mr.Hunk will help to lift you up. The Mr.Average with a perfect sense humour will do any trick to put a smile on your face. When the heartbeats sync, only then will your eyes be able to perceive a beauty that is beyond the depth of the skin.
As days pass by, you can’t stop yourself from thinking or talking about him. The boy who was once a stranger becomes someone who is going to change your life just the way you know the lyrics of the song that you used to dislike by your heart now.

My Father won’t Understand…Submitted by Nitin Gupta

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He watched his daughter talking with her friends in awe.
She was talking enthusiastically on how he proposed her while they were busy shopping at the mall that never once did she notice her dad.
He continued looking at her. How fast has she grown up and how fluently she talks in English. Something that no one in his family had achieved. His face radiated with an overwhelming happiness.
She got furious when one of her friends intruded her abruptly. “What?”she shouted.
“Sshh, talk softly. Your father is listening,” her friend told her.
After glaring at her father, “Aaah! He won’t understand anyways,”she said and continued narrating on how awesome her boyfriend is.
Note:- They never let you down when you were a nobody. Never let them down when you are a somebody.

Let Her Sleep… Submitted by Nitin Gupta

 (Photo Source: Charles W. Bartlett – ‘Hawaiian Mother and Child’)

When you were in her womb, you kicked her
And woke her up from her peaceful sleep…
She caressed her stomach until you slept …
As an infant, you cried suddenly,
And she didn’t sleep in the nights…
But she rocked the cradle for you and made you to sleep
You grew and went to school.
She spent time on washing your clothes and getting you on time to school.
She didn’t get enough time to sleep…
But she woke you up late after arranging things for you,
So that you didn’t miss your sleep
In teenage, you came home drunk saying your love broke your heart..
She worried to bind you back and she couldn’t sleep…
But she took you in her lap and consoled you to sleep
Then you went for job and returned home saying you are tired.
She sacrificed her sleep to look after you…
And you slept well in her care
She got you the girl you needed.
And you left her in a separate room to sleep.
Some kind of worry as if you are moving away from her.
How could she sleep?
You became father but it is she who is everyone to your child.
You slept comfortably knowing she is there to take care of everything.
Now it is he – instead of you – who is making her sleepless..
You never ask her whether she slept well until everything is in order…
One day she sleeps forever, all goes restless
And then you realize …