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Blind young boys, crippled kids, mothers holding almost dead little kids with thick red color popping out of the huge bandage tied on their forehead, young girls with untidy brown hair touching you constantly until we yield to their stubborn begging have now become mainstream techniques of asking for money.

A young girl, age barely reaching 10, short and untidy in existence wearing a wide dupatta across her chest covering the frock underneath as if she were wearing a saree  ..  walked past a few unsuccessful attempts (including me). Somehow people begging for money find couples to be easy preys.. a young unmarried Gujarati couple busy on their phones were interrupted by this little girl.. the duo bluntly refused help at first.. she did not look ready for another rejection.. and moved a little behind from her current position to a place that drew the two’s attention .. she put one of her tiny fingers inside her little nostrils for about half a second, not trying to achieve anything but annoyance from the Gujju pair.. after her little unclean stint she reached out to touch the couple in an attempt to ask for money again .. the pair could not tolerate the thought of those dirty little fingers moving close to them, jumped behind.. and extended a few coins in exchange to their freedom.

Can anyone disagree to this level of shrewdness ! (:  *thug life music in background*

Tale of the swollen legs

Being a socially active human.. I show off my new hair color to my pretty dress..   allow me to flaunt an act of kindness this time.

I have a habit of particularly eating unhealthy items that do nothing nutritious than add soothingly amazing flavour to my tongue. Yup.. That is how I’ve managed to add a few many kilos to my tummy fat. Times when I’m stressed and I’ve been regularly having the forbidden diet.. I tend to fall prey to harsh acidity attacks. Starting with nausea to excruciating tummy pain. This time I had my 9 months heavily pregnant sibling by my side.. she kept serving me freshly warmed ginger juice as a quick fix recipie and fruits as per Google’s suggestions to keep me alive through the day.. 😊 

.. and look what I had done to her tender legs ! The additional to and fro walks had aggravated her leg condition..

the swollen leg of course makes me sad.. but a modest amount of ineludible delight refuses to leave my side  !

Truly.. Happiness resides in such deeds of humanness. 

😊😉😎

What are you whining about..

Whining about work overload? – ever travelled in a Mumbai local? Had an opportunity to get a good sight of the homeless? Not the ones who beg for money during the day and spend their nights in drunken revelry, the real ones – the ones who sell those small not so important items from compartment to compartment – reviewing the list of amenities each sale would grant them- when I say amenities I certainly don’t mean the pleasure arrangements we have in our mind..but those that we disregard as a necessity.

Are you still complaining? I’m not.😉😊

Goodbye 2015..

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All through 2015 I’ve been complaining.. that 2014  had been better. Yea.. I know I’ve been rude to you 2015. (I hate being compared myself 😛 )

So time to be grateful to you 2015:

1. + 2

I began the year with a huge void with my sister moving out after marriage. We do think nothing is going to change but it’s just like those promises we made to our school/college pals on farewell day.. Being in touch after all isn’t all that easy.. that spark fades a little each passing day. And here’s the part that I hate to admit.. I did get a bit lonely sans her.

The universe has always comforted me during my down times in unanticipated ways, I got two amazing new friends (I’d like to add a few more adjectives, but i know they’d be reading this.. and I don’t want you guys to be on “channe ka jaad”(gloating) 😛 ), matched my frequency with them and voila! – Its just that you have an inch more confidence in some bonds and you like to proudly flaunt it.

2. Self Help books

There is nothing wrong in finding solace in a self help book. We all have those lazy mornings, getting your lazy bum off that cozy soft bed is one pretty hard task and if you’ve somehow managed to break through the morning-bed spell, convincing yourself to get ready for work is the next level of difficulty that is thrown right at your face.

Somehow self help books manage to charge me up. Thank you 2015 for this little discovery.

3. added 10 kilos to my 2014 size.

While almost everyone around me whines for the same reason, I do not. I love food and like my mother phrases it – “You can have anything that would not turn around to bite you” 😛

This is the one area I might have spend most of my fortune on and I have no regrets. 😀  (Just the part that my old clothes no longer adjusts into my new body aches me :P)

4. Un-Cold myself

I’ve been cold- in the sense that its hard to break me into tears. Through my 4 years of engineering the only time I reached a point near to tears was when I lost all my files a week before submission. Well that is not the case anymore.

Not a tad proud of this part and I hope my 2016 confession list will have a bullet about me shedding away this trait.

5. And lastly a pat for self improvement –

Last year marked a remarkable improvement work wise. Having missed the phenomenal part of my training I did lose hope that I’d ever be fine at what I do. But with some backing of the 2 I mentioned about in the start, I managed to shake that “amateurish” dust off me.

 

2016. I’m prepared for you. Bring it on.

 

 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Talking in Your Sleep.”

Mumbai shows a medley of populations of more or less mixed origin, so bumping into a Southie in an ultra crowded local train is never a rarity. The finest aspect of an indecipherable dialect is, what sounds like a highbrow discussion to others in reality could just be an obscure gibberish chit-chat. High pitched voices like these are inescapable , and being capable of deciphering that directionless tittle-tattle I find no reason to dodge a tad of free entertainment. 😉

Like I mentioned, these conversations oft-times revolve around fruitless scandals about a neighbor or an apparent friend. Once I happened to overhear one such inconsequential but amusing chatter wherein, the woman narrating the event seemed equally surprised while describing the story to the woman who could hardly bat her eyelids while listening to the turn of events in a certain X’s son’s life.

Apparently X’s son used to sneak in his girlfriend and have some pleasure time while no one was around to monitor their activities. This caught his mother’s attention, when she found an unusual strand of dark magenta colored hair in their bedroom. While she was still describing the event repeatedly in every kind of voice grammar supports, and each of the two were summing up their own judgments about every character involved in the plot, exhibiting all the conventional ideas that they have been feeding on since juvenescence in the process. I just couldn’t cease wondering about the actuality of the tale.

How do people extract such melodramatic stories that happen behind closed doors? How could the other woman not doubt the truth behind the tale? from How many pair of ears had this tale been passed? how far might have the story  evolved since?

I couldn’t turn around and correct them, so all I did was hit my elbow hard enough for her to realize that she’s been hit yet not tough enough to hurt her. I know it was childish, but at-least her topic of discussion would drift for a while whispered that tiny voice in my head, as I walked away wearing that fresh smirk proudly. Because believe me when I say, it ain’t fun being a victim to other’s story telling skills. 😛

While I struggle to keep my blog alive amidst work and other self created adversaries (laziness – Yes ! I admit:)) .. My mother is in an attempt to maintain her social networking life and toughen my struggle. Well technically that ain’t a problem as the WiFi gives us both a fair proportion of bandwidth to operate.

After the head bugging task of being her user manual throughout her Facebook beginner days.. Now it’s time to get her through the WhatsApp phase and God knows what next! Dealing with her tiny excitements that comes along with her self accomplished discoveries is the only better part.

Well its pretty much like my own fresher struggle. :)😁