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A lady & some songs

wpid-wowbadge1As I came out of the house, I heard a voice singing, ‘Laal Chadi maidan khadi’ and I winced. Yes, I was wearing a red dress. There was a person standing in the balcony of the first floor house, a big bulky guy and I felt like laughing, for a man of his size, his voice was quite raspy. The man had the audacity to smile. I had evidently smiled at my thoughts and that man had smiled back at me. I glared at him turned and went on my path.

I am a tuition teacher. Mornings I work as a clerk. Evenings I take tuition. I have to. After my husband passed away, to make ends meet, I have to work like this. My mother-in-law stays with us and she takes care at the home, while I battle it out in the open.

The following day as I went to the Sharmas for tuitions, I took care to dress conservatively. It was a dull blue salwar kameez. Again on my return back I heard a song. I tried to listen to the words, it went, ‘ Nile nile ambar par chand jab cha jaye’. I glared at the balcony, the bulky man was picking his tooth and gave me a toothy grin. I removed my sandal and showed it to him. He shrugged his shoulders and signalled a ‘why’. I went away, some people were just shameless.

The next two weeks were peaceful. It was raining intermittently. I had to take tuitions as it was exam time. But the opposite balcony was empty evidently because of the rains.

Today as I came out I heard, ‘Tumko dekha to ye khayal aaya….’. I raised my eyes; the man was not there. Maybe he was hiding behind the curtains  and singing. I tried to peer but could not see him. I went back to the Sharmas and told them everything that had happened. Bittu my student heard me out and started laughing.

‘What happened’, I asked.

‘Roy Uncle is quite friendly you know. He waves at everyone and everything but no he is not the type who will tease women’, he said.

‘But he did sing and gave me a toothy smile too’, I said.

Bittu tears running down his cheeks now shook his head and said, ‘It is not Roy Uncle’, he said still laughing uncontrollably/

‘Then?’, I asked.

‘Did you notice a small cage hanging in the balcony in the flat adjacent to Roy Uncle’s’, he said.

‘No’, I said.

‘Sumedha’s house’, Bittu told his parents, ‘Well they have a parrot who listens to FM the whole day. He must have heard those songs on radio and must have been ‘rehearsing”, said Bittu still laughing. ‘Every evening, Sumedha hangs the cage outside so that the parrot can have some fresh air’.

I gave a sheepish grin and came out. Yes indeed there was the parrot in the cage still singing, ‘tumko dekha to’, and there was Roy uncle too waving and smiling away to everyone that met his eyes.

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Written as a part of Write over the weekend (WOW) an initiative for Indian Bloggers by Blogadda. The theme this week is to write a post around the song, ‘tumko dekha to, ye khayal aaya’. Hope you enjoyed this post.

 

Love in vain

wpid-wowbadge1I felt unwanted.

Dejected, depressed, I moved but then it struck me.

I had always been in HIS loving embrace.

HIS love had always been with me.

It was Me who had been amaurotic.

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Written as a part of Write over the weekend an initiative for Indian bloggers by blogadda. The theme this week is love and the post had to be written in five sentences.

I have tried to sum up how though the one above always looks after us; we fail to see his love.

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She moved out with a smile. She had never thought that she could manage that. This time, she raised the bar to her limits.

A contract killer she usually remained anonymous to her victims but today she did not. It helped that she knew the target. It was a pleasure to be hired to kill your enemy. To kill someone you hated so much upfront, felt nice. Ah, the look of horror…she had enjoyed that.  Now on she knew it would never be anonymous..it would always be forthright. Yes, from now on the victims would know who was killing them.

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Shocked on reading this? Well the theme for Write over the weekend at blogadda is This time she raised the bar…Well the woman in this story raised the bar of her own standards, didn’t she….:)

The day I met ME

Sitting in the waiting room I wish I had opted for my hair removal.

No, I was never drop dead gorgeous. Guys never turned their head again and again to look at me. And my sister always told me….Do take some care of yourself. But did I ever listen to her, no.

Yes I passed out of my PGDBA with a gold medal and all but  the finance market  was down at that time and I was left searching high and low for a job. Yes, I gave exams, interviews but all to no avail. I passed the written examination of a bank and my parents were so relieved. You see I had laid down the condition that I wanted to work at least for a year before they could search for alliances for me. Till then marriage could wait

And so I dreamt of a job wherein I would go wearing a starched saree, with a mobile in one hand, a file on another. Till my mother gently tapped my shoulder and said, ‘now will you prepare for the  interview’. The first round went well. The meeting with the GM was next.  The answers for the preliminary questions were all fine. But he kept on looking at me. No, nothing indecent but just kept on looking. The he asked me, ‘So you get a job here. Tomorrow you get married. Then you get posted someplace else; that is you are transferred, then what you will do?’

I said, ‘That we will have to discuss amongst us’. I mean what could I say about the future partner.

He looked at me again and said, ‘that is it’.

And no I was not selected.

That was the second rejection. Earlier one was in Chennai where in I had gone  for a floor manager’s job in one of the leading malls. The interview had gone well but I had not been selected.

Still ‘dimaag ki bati nahi jali’ ie the tube light did not flash even then. I did not understand…….

And here I was sitting amidst all these smart girls/ women in Mumbai. Who looked impeccable and me….. a hairy goat. I got up and went to the ladies room. And peered at myself. Yes this girl (me- I have always been a girl for myself :)) looked good. Only if ….some finesse was needed.  At that time I wished I  had opted for my hair removal. But no; that had to wait.

The first round went well. The second round was on the next day.I rushed and got myself a Gillette satin care and did the needful.

Then rushed to the nearest saloon and did the rest- threading of eyebrows etc. And then I went home and slept.

The next day at the second round, the coordinator looked at me for a full 5 minutes and said, ‘You look different’

I said,’ Just different….’ and gave him a flashy smile.

‘You look gorgeous mmmm very refined ‘, he said in a very ‘refined ‘ way.

I got that job. Yes, people looks can build confidence too. And Gillette Satin care gave me my much-needed confidence.

My sister had the last word ( sentence) though, ‘I told you, take care of yourself.’ Sisters I tell you they know best.

This post is a part of the Gillette Satin Care contest in association with BlogAdda.com Yes I never participate in contests but this I want to win, so that I can gift the Ipad to someone special-the man who stands by me 🙂

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