Road Repair in progress,go slow

Oh these summers in Nagpur, makes me so irritable. The temperatures here sores to 48 degrees Celsius. Coolers don’t help, thirst is not quenched merely by drinking water and I don’t feel like moving out during the day. Amidst all this if you are suffering from tooth ache, it is the worst punishment, just like the old ch***se way, to be hung by the thumb. Slowly the entire body weight is managed by that little thumb and the person dies in agony and pain. Tooth ache is very similar to that.

They say an adult has 32 teeth. I have 30 at this moment and the other two are fighting to erupt. God knows why they are wisdom tooth, when by the time they arrive people are totally at loss of wisdom “pun intended”!! So continuing with my ordeal, this Sunday I was sitting in one corner of my room and cursing my fate. Why, why on this holy earth do I need another pair of teeth, when I can manage pretty well with the existing 30? Cutting, tearing, grinding all of it, at times biting too, you know what I mean (sheepish smile). Nobody answered my question, not even the almighty. 

As the day grew longer and never ending so was the pain, long and never ending just like the female ursa. I desperately needed to see the dentist. No tooth pain is cured without visiting a dentist. So I chose to do it the tough way, the doctor’s way. As it was a Sunday no doctor was available so I had to wait for another day to get rid of the pain. That night as I slept I saw this handsome guy, very smartly dressed. His hair was done neatly and he looked so pleasant, I walked with him inside the glass door, he made me comfortable and we started to chat. Suddenly!! The handsome man turned into a giant monster with a mirror and a drilling machine, my mouth wide open and the position was one or two or three in life that lack dignity. Yes you guessed that right I was sitting on a dentist’s chair. My mouth being worked on like cross sections of road. Oh what a terrible sight that was. I woke up with a start to see if there was any concrete in my mouth. Luckily that was just a dream.

I narrated the dream to my mother and she listened like three year old. I was being dramatic with her while narrating it, she got so petrified, and she cancelled her appointment with the dentist (I can take up the profession of a story teller). Anyway, if you are thinking I am still suffering from the pain, then let me give you a good news, finally, like finally I become the wisest in the family with 32 teeth in my mouth and also I am the youngest to have them all (Tada!!)

So if you think it’s going to hurt just a little bit, think twice, because if the apple keeps the doctor away, dreams keep dentist’s bill away!! (wink wink)

Maa Suno To!!

Ever imagined a day without your mom?? Nightmare!! that’s all I can say. I was reading newspaper one fine morning. My mom walks into my room, picked up my clothes for laundry took the empty tea mug and moved my slippers away from the puja room. All in one go. I was sitting on my chair witnessing the sequence of the events. And it struck me what if I have to pass a day without my maa… And I imagined and the cloud became bigger and bigger and bigger.

Well I did imagine a day without my maa… I was reading newspaper one fine morning. Nobody did my laundry that day, as a result of which my clothes are lying somewhere or the other. There is a mountain of clothes under which I am suffocating in some corner of my room, let alone the newspaper I can’t even move to sip tea from my favorite mug. I get super irritated and finally manage to come out of that heap. I am running for some oxygen, suddenly I brake because I see some more stuff lying on the floor they are my camera lenses,on the floor. I pick them up and try to find a place to put them but I am more than shocked that even in a 2 BHK I can’t find some decent space for my belonging!!

I have a favorite tee…. It’s pink in color. I am searching for that tee and can’t find it anywhere. I am so sad and disappointed. I feel like reading and I can’t find my book that I kept near my bedside last night. I feel so lost so confused. The house looks strange, the things not arranged, in mess. In all that confusion the house helper arrives. “Didi mummy ko pucho kitni roti banana hai??” and I am super surprised, she also makes rotis at my place??  I never knew that!! A minute later the same question pops up and I say, “6 bana do.” And she again says, “lekin aapki mummy to 7 bolti hai hamesha.” To which I reply, “ha to bana do na.” Again she asks, “Aur Parathe kitne??” And I wonder who eats Parathas at my place!! Confused I tell her, “Bana do apne hisab se.”

The door bell rings…. There is a tall man standing as I open the door, “Kapde de rahe kya??” I realize he is our iron man. “Ha ruko lekar ati hu….. 32 kapde hai , kab tak laa doge.” And he replies, “kal subah main la dunga.” And I wonder what would take him so long, I mean its only 32 right!!

And before the cloud could get any bigger it burst, I realized I was just day dreaming. I looked around and I found my maa doing what she is best at, managing us, her home and above all our lives. I called out to her, “ Maa suno to.” She replied, “Bol jaldi time nahi hai.” I said, “Maa you are my hero!!” My maa, turned around smiled and said, “Ja ek baar sabzi dekh le nahi to jal jayegi…..”

Pooja Cornelius Photography

"You take this turn, and then take the straight road....
You will find me there.
And if you don't! you took the wrong road"

Pooja Cornelius Photography

Nobody is wrong
It's just the perspective

Pooja Cornelius Photography

"And I ended up loving the wall...."

 People said, "it won't love you back, its just a wall....."

 I said, "it will support and also love back...."

 You are the wall, the strength of my life

Jhuki Jhuki Si Nazar…..

Its calm outside, as I sit near the window. Its drizzling, but to my surprise there are no kids running on the roads to welcome the onset of rains. My attention is diverted to one particular song that is being played in the loop. The song is none other than “Jhuki Jhuki si Nazar”. The melancholy in the voice of Jagjit Singh brought a lump in my throat.

I follow the sound of the music, but I am unable to trace its origin. I give up on the quest of finding where exactly the song is being played, rather I decide to take my corner of the room and get deeply involved in the song.

I am falling in love with every word being sung in the song. Until the last few verses that struck me as hard as an arrow. The reality, the fact that each one of us fear to accept. The fact that someday we will be left alone to fight our own destiny. A fact that we have come alone into this world and we will have to leave it alone.

Eyes filled with tears I kept humming the last few lines of the song:

“Teri umeed par thukra raha tha duniya ko……

 Tujhe bhi apne pe he aitbar hai ki nahi………..

Jhuki Jhuki si nazar, bekarar hai ki nahi……..”

Project 30

I have been away from writing for a while. To be very precise away from blogging. My fingers have not met the keys on the key board since some time now. Reason being? Well my kid brother walks upto me with drooling shoulders and sad expressions. When I enquired, he explained that something is bothering him.

So, I decided to behave like a responsible elder sister and bail him out of that “something”. He started, “Didi I have to complete 6 assignments in 3 days”, I still didn’t get the catch.  I suggested, “Ha, to kya problem hai? Write 2 assignments a day, ek subah , ek sham main.” Had I known what was coming my way I would have pretended to be deaf and dumb to his “something?” He immediately popped from his chair  gave me the books and some sheets and said, “Thanks didi, mujhe pata tha, you will come to my rescue.”

I was dumbstruck I totally lost it, with words ofcourse! So, since the last three days I have only been writing pages after pages. Now my fingers have started to ache and I am unable to type. I have decided to give them a break. I won’t be using them much.

Hence I have come up with Project 30. In this project only my index finger will be put to a little stress. I have decided to click one picture each for the next 30 days. I know this is my stress buster, the moment I held the camera I forgot all my stress and strain. Thanks Vicky (my kid bro), for helping me with project 30!!!!!

                                                    (Click1 of Click30)