When in high spiritz… Part 1

Dia: (laughing) You know yar, you are so pretty, inside n outside! I love you.
Ania: (Hic) Thanks…Here have a fag…
Dia: (Inhale) Mmmm… Here…

Ania finished the cig, put the stub among the rubbish (Chicken bones, remains, bottles and such) on the newspaper spread on the bed and started on the next cig. Went on talking, laughing all the while!

Ania: What is that smell?
Dia: (Burp) What?
Ania: Something burning!
Dia: Eh…?
Ania: Something Burning!!!
Dia: Oh gardener burning rubbish

Ania: Fuck you, the bed is on fire!!!
Dia: What!
Ania: FIRE, OMG…!
Dia: Haha! I’ll pour some beer then…
(Dia tilted the bottle and Ania snatched the bottle at once)
Ania: (Screaming) Are you outta your fuckin mind?!!

Ania looked wildly for water, ran to the bathroom. Dia doubled up with laughter, seeing a lazy fat ass like Ania moving so fast. Ania put out the fire. It wasn’t that big a fire anyway! A bit of the bed burnt away. Ania and Dia looked at each other and burst out laughing!!!

More Spirited Tales Coming…!



Childhood was not that bad. In fact it was splendid. I used to go about my own sweet way not caring about anything or anyone, not caring who all get hurt and all the rest of it. I think I hated all grown ups simply because they were grown ups and had some uncanny control over me.
I think the relationship between me and mummy was all hotchpotches. It was all so confusing. Did I love her? Did I hate her? But since I was too busy running around, climbing and exploring, I chose the abstract path of ignorance.
When I see and interact with kids today and see their maturity and sensibility over little and big things I feel so ashamed of my childhood. I needed mummy for everything. She even used to put on my socks and tie for me a long time. And woe betides her if I fall sick. How she must have suffered the rough edge of my obstinacy and temper.
I have had more than my share of mischief, fun and my own way about things in those days. Now I want those days back just so that I can make up to her. Though I had my good times with mummy, I wish I could get rid of certain black moments which happened often enough.
  • It is a universal fact that mothers can be very annoying at times.
  • My mummy, being small and gentle could never refuse or force anything on me. If she tried I lashed out in a real callous manner. But she never stopped trying.
  • I remember those days when I come home after school covered in dirt and bruises, she used to get so upset and angry and bathe my wounds with dettol. It stung so badly that I would simply loathe her for her hard-heartedness.
  • I remember her pacifying the neighbours and teachers telling them that I am not all that bad – in vain!
  • I remember her shocked and upset face every time I destroy stuffs in home in my temper. I never apologized even when I felt bad, but would go and talk to her random as though nothing had happened. But that was enough for her.
  • I pretended not to notice her silent tears after evening namaz/salah or in bed fully aware that I am the cause.
  • Some times she couldn’t stop herself from giving me tight slaps with her rolling pin. My retort would be to sulk and refuse food which was the highest revenge I could take. And in her desperation she’d come before me saying sorry and making up in various ways.
  • Every time I get into scrape she’d threaten to tell papa when he calls. But she never tells. I thought it was because she loved me. Later I came to understand that it was because she loved him more.
  • Once I tried to run away (I was in class 2 or 3), luckily she caught me from the bus stop just as I was climbing in some random bus. I had 10rs with me. I thought I could live forever with that. 
And I can go on and on. But may be later...


Obscure Bliss

“Why did you get a job so far, leaving your people and friends and sacrificing good food, struggling with life?”

“I don’t know. May be because I have already had too much of love, attention and protection and I need to experience other things…?”

“Come back Nidaa, we’ll have fun and everybody will be happy.”


Yea, I know that.
But will I be happy? I know I’ll be pampered to bits by my people. I have almost everything there - my big bedroom, my huge book collection, TV, internet, yumlicious food, school n college friends, and living in a beautiful and unhurried small town. Then why am I here, at the other end, living in a cave-like room towards which 1/3rd of my salary goes? I can easily earn around 20k over there too. Then why?

Chains! I am shit scared of 'em. In fact paranoid. If I go back, there are a whole lotta uncomfortable things buttered with love that I will have to handle delicately. I don’t want to spend all my time on m'toes, sorting out my dilemmas. Living here, I have a clear idea what I want to do, ranging from tennis coaching to 2nd MA to Civils Service Prep to horse riding and lots of tos.

• If I feel like a moonlight walk after midnight I can.

• If I want o go cycle riding in the afternoon I can.

• If I want to read or watch movies or browse all night and sleep the entire day I can. 

• If I want to call people over anytime I can.

The if-list is never ending.

And I especially don't want to give up my back-pack-trips-on-whims!!!

I know this post will hurt some people. May be it is the young blood, but being completely responsible for my actions without feeling guilty or having to convince anyone even family is pure bliss. And you know what, my family understands even if they don't like it.At least that is what I like to believe.

I feel like an individual here.


Random 25 before I turned 25

1. Me? A pampered brat who is the sole cause of my mummy’s silver hair and my papa’s baldilocks. I still am, but have learned strategies and tactics to cover up my tracks.

2. No matter how I stuff myself with chocolates, cakes, biriyani, juice and even junks I never gain weight. It’s been 41-42 kgs for years. Sad isn't it? I wish I could put on some. It will make me look a bit more imposing and intimidating (I hope).

3. It has taken me almost 2 decades to appreciate and love my family like I should. Most of my life I was an indifferent, insensitive and ungrateful one.

4. I have been a tomboy the first half of my life and used to enjoy treating and treated rough. But now? Ew!

5. Complex unlimited: I wish I had a pointy nose; I have a lisp and can’t pronounce the ‘l’ sound properly.

6. I was involved in fisticuffs in my school and college life.

7. I love Carnatic Music. I cried for days when I lost my huge rare collection (stupid virus). Only those fucking film songs which can be downloaded easily anyway were saved.

8. I prone to irascible and unpleasant and sudden mood swings. Just Ignore Me.

9. I love cooking though I often mess up and am very apprehensive about giving others a taste. I am a true fan of my creative cooking and would never waste a scrap even if it tastes like crap.

10. Though I was an ardent reader since childhood, I wasn't a confident English speaker. It was easier to pay fine rather than following the ‘only English in the school premises’ rule.

11. I disliked most of my school teachers. Of course the feeling was mutual, the way they complained about me. Oh, biggest turn off those days was PTA meetings.

12. I was selected in Junior District Basket Ball Team, but was not allowed to go because mummy was against her lil girl running around with short skirts (Yea, kinda Bend it like Beckham). Exactly how my stick-like legs would turn on men is something I still can’t figure out. I was sore at her for so long. But then accepted it. If I was that ambitious I’d’ve found a way.

13. Like most people the best three years of my life was obviously the Bachelors years.

14. I have had a bike accident which no one knows about.

15. I love Calvin n Hobbes, Sudoku and Soothran n Sheru.

16. I read Harry Potter whenever I feel low (kinda an excuse to read ‘em again and again)

17. If at all I have ever loved someone unconditionally it is Kunjoos, my nephew.

18. Love happened. I am happy that I experienced it even if there was no happily ever after.

19. I sang in a night club band as a guest singer once.

20. I wanted to learn Karate since the age of 7. Mummy never allowed. Once or twice she gave in and I began classes. But it always came to an end for some reason and I too started thinking whether God has sided with mummy. But now I have joined it again in Delhi and mum has no objection. I’ve joined tennis too. And hopefully horse riding after a couple of months.

21. Not content with Bachelors (Eng), Masters(SW) and 3 Diplomas(Adv, J&M, Photography), I signed up for MA. English – Distance Education.

22. Got into numerous troubles and went for cheap thrills that landed me in shit and my parents in difficulties. Were they worth the trouble? Definitely!

23. I want to adopt a girl child some day, may be one more later.

24. Now that I have accepted that marriage is unavoidable, I’d rather him be rich and hopefully a live n let live type.

25. I live alone and quite enjoy managing everything on my own. Even though my days are absolutely full, at times messed up with typical absentmindedness, I feel a tinge of loneliness at times.