im a mixture of a traditional and a modern indian married woman. love all the indian cultures,festivities,cusine and everything indian....simultaneously love to hold a drink while gossiping,to hit the dance floor, dressed comfortably most of the times.
talk,eat,sleep,travel,friends,..you can place that in any order....and yes...thats me
Hello out there!! Just a brief description of myself… slim, tall and
beautiful. A rowdy mass of curly locks, overflowing my shoulders and resting
around my tiny waist.Famous or rather
infamous for my characteristic wild flying temper, engulfing any ill-fated soul
crossing my path.
Coming from a well to do family, had all my needs taken care of. In fact,
taken care to that extent, which made me an insufferable companion.Friends
nicknamed me , A Snob, ‘'Gauri’s head in air’’
I hated parent teacher meeting, because it brought my Kannada-speaking mother
in the presence of my---highly sophisticated--- English speaking convent
teachers, the -- nose- in- the- air- types. Being an extremely sooper-good
cook, mother, always thought, the way to a teachers heart, is through the stomach.
Neatly packed some Bisibele Bhaath , to be passed around the staff room tables,
Totally unbelievable!! How onearth can
my mother do such things?? Hope this episode has skipped the classmates’ roving
All the teachers loved n pampered me. Seriously, cannot come to any conclusion,
whether, my mother’s Bisibele Bhaath did it or was it my intelligence?
Miss Snooty Me, did well at the Ramp, anyways, that’s what a show
stopper is for..is’nt she? Seen at all the stage shows, teamed with the hunks
for the plays, as the lead pair. Bagged all the Antakshari awards, Debates, One
minute talk shows and the rest.
a riot we created!! ...winning all the way!!
Got through college with flying colors.. . Placed in my dream job too.!
Mother continued to pamper anyone who she thought needed to be fed.
I stepped out into the big bad world. All set to face the wolves
The steady, silent spectator to all my tantrums is a simple saree clad lady, whose two strong sturdy-shoulders, always ready to absorb a tear or two, or
just act as a warm cozy comfortable cushion, to ease a worried head. Always
ready to lend a patient ear to all my blabber, who else? But of course, My Darling
I started to jot down on paper all that passed my vocal cords. My job as a
script writer in this movie hungry nation was not a cake walk. Bollywood never
sleeps. Nor do I. Step by step, climbed this notorious ladder, avoiding all the
couches. My air, attitude and acid tongue pulled me out of the ruts, many a
A hectic week ahead, deadlines, tight schedules, meetings, travels and
not to mention -- the enormous work load !! On a continuous war path with the
travel agents, the airlines, Patrick - my poor poker-faced driver, Manu the
maid who carried out all the mundane jobs, Gary the gardener, Swapna the sweeper, and who so ever crossed my
In the middle of all this highly chaotic confusion, can hear the drone
of a voice, calling Gauri. Telling her the rooster heralds the start of the
And it’s time to
GET SET and Go !! Life couldn’t get any better., No?
Now,Is this the ‘Writer’s Wildest Dream Come True’ Scene?
LIES IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER? Or IS LOVE BLIND?
Just like any other family
in this world, we, Indians, too have a father, mother and children. Our
father is called BAPU, our mother is MAA and children here are known as the
A typical Indian family, where the father lays down the rules,has a bold,
strict exterior character and a kind heart within. The mother, loaded (or armed) with
peace, tranquility and patience to endure all that which comes her way and win
over a no-win situation, with barely these qualities, exhibiting her love. The children..a
few millions in number, are varied in their caste, creed and color.
Listing out some ‘talents’
of the Mother’s precious ones---
Some children dealing
with the misappropriate allocation of nation’s coal deposit.
Some children dealing
with the misappropriate allocation of unified access service licenses.
Some children mastering
the art of forgery in printing duplicate stamp papers and selling them to banks
and other institutions.
Chara Ghotala, as
it is popularly known in the vernacular language. Here, vast herds of
fictitious livestock for which fodder, medicine and animal husbandry equipment
was supposedly procured.
The above are just a
few ‘’kaarname” or the crowning glories of her precious children.
A midst talk of bureaucratic morale taking a beating in the
ongoing war and the
types of bullying behaviors being physical, verbal or social - MOTHER INDIA SMILED, FREE FROM ALL WORRIES-
as she is sure that her children will grow up to be responsible adults
because this immature, atrocious behavior is solely greed-based.and not need
based, and hence, can be reconstructed with her unending supply of patience and
love -- or so she believes !!
JANTA JAGO!!’’ do not trample on Mother’s hope and break her tender
loving heart of reviving the bright and shining future of her children..a
few millions in number, who are varied in their caste, creed and color.
Set her free, let MOTHER INDIA SMILE, FREE HER FROM ALL
I cant get the image out of my head,(Friends, my first attempt at WOW. Do write in your valuable comments )
I was in standard ten. At the
end of a dreary week, there was a flier, saying that there will be a school
excursion to Goa. A good 10 days without those dull and dreary classes, loads of homework and nagging
parents. The jubilant teenagers hit the roof with joy and almost all confirmed
for the trip and had a whooping whale of a time. The next year, it was Chennai,
again a beach place amongst all the temples and stuff. Then it was Trivandrum,
Raameshwaram and Kanya Kumari.
WAVES, big waves, huge
waves, outrageous waves and atrocious waves. The seas and oceans were always
associated with voluptuous wavy waves and big time fun.
Decades later, settled in Mumbai,
now a mother of two, heard about a
little beach village called Alibaugh. Ventured out for a weekend of fun, to
bring back all those beach y -- wavymemories, tucked away, during the process of settling down from a boisterous
bindaas bhidu to a subtle mother of two.
Checked into a quiet beach side resort. Me - Opened the
gates of my tucked away memories and proceeded to have a whooping whale of a
time. My memories of those carefree girly days along the sandy-pebbly beaches, its wavy
waves as the grumbling grew to a mighty
rumbling; And out of the oceans the waves came tumbling. Great waves, small
waves, lean waves, black waves, gray waves, along with the rains contributing
to the fun and frolic, kids
loved the beach time fun. ( hubby happy with his chilled beer and a over-stuffed
plate of the Koli’s preparation of bombil and jhingaa fry). Hearts laden with gratification
and happiness drew the curtains to slumber away after an energetic and eventful,
After a fit-full
undisturbed no dreams sleep, totally rejuvenated and ready for another day with
the monstrous waves, opened the window screens, to feast my eyes on the visions
of the roaring seas, from the floors above.
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!!
WHERE IS THE GOD DAMN SEA!! ??
Stretches and stretches of
land and only land met the unsuspicious eyes. Right up to the distant, endless horizons.
Utterly shaken and totally disheartened, I ran down in my night gown, towards the
shores to see the remains of the sea, seen the previous night.ALAS!!-------I CANT GET THE IMAGE OUT OF MY HEAD-----------
Decades later, I get to see
and learn about something called tides. And that too - a high tide and a low
tide.!! My geography teacher will be so pleased with me today ,to see/hear me teaching
my kids about the tides. It surely is a lesson well learn t. No matter, decades
later. Coz, its better late then never.
Today, you can often
see us at ALIBAUGH, staying at the same resort, just because
-------I CANT GET THE IMAGE OUT
OF MY HEAD-----------!!