That I graduated from riding a bicycle to a car with no two wheeler in between is going to remain a source of discomfiture as long as Bangalore remains my chosen abode.
Every single excursion beyond the walkable limit lightens my wallet drastically.
No no, don't put it on the copious amounts of shopping that us girls are notorious for.
I wisely use my debit/credit card , no point restricting your shopping horizons you see.
Yeah,so the sole reason for the magical unburdening of the wallet therefore is credited to those three wheeled monsters who I have to hail down whenever I have to get moving.
Flagging an autorickshaw (hereafter called Auto) down requires a lot of pre-planning on one's part.Not only must you mention the exact route that the Auto driver is going to take as your intended destination , you must also show the inclination to pay him atleast what the meter shows plus a few more bucks before he even considers to consider your request.
It's quite interesting to see the facial expression of the driver when you dare to cross the line of 'expected-ladylike - behaviour-while-being-robbed.
You tend to be at the receiving end of an extremely contemptous look and sometimes if you are lucky enough , a dismissive chuckle which tells you exactly what the driver wants to convey.
Although I tend to think that everything has its set of exceptions,however small,I had almost given up hope to see any Auto driver with the milk of human kindness flowing through him .
So I was pleasantly surprised when on one instance I was taxied around by a person who not only lectured me on "The various dangers young ladies face in the city" but also what I must do in case I was unfortunate enough to be in a dicey situation myself.
Another time , my wizened with age Auto driver chose to sing old hindi film songs when he realised I could understand and appreciate the nuances of the same.
But such incidents have been so infrequent they can definitely be termed rare.
Meanwhile I am trying to learn a few choice words in the local lingo .
Who knows , they might just be useful on my next 'joy' ride :).
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
My little fur ball of joy ...
My mom has never been able to match any of the gifts that she has ever got for us to the one she got for the Christmas of 99.
When she came back from her grocery shopping that day there was an impish smile on her face which almost certainly means that there is a surprise in store for us.
After some theatrics on her part, when she finally did outstrech her palm ,we couldn't help but squeal in delight.
Two of the cutest little eyes were looking at us from between a clump of soft white fur.We realised incessant nagging did work and we finally had our very own pet.
I instantly fell in love with the most beautiful living creature I had seen in all of my fifteen years. :) :) :)
Unfortunately, he didn't seem quite taken by me as I was with him :(
Thankfully after a jittery start to our friendship we got along like a house on fire.
And though we had not expected this ,our lives were never the same again!!
We began to plan our family outings around him - any place which did not welcome him was promptly ticked off the list and the ones which did became our regular haunts.
Our social lives too were being defined by him.Any of my friends who liked him always scored brownie points and the rest could choose not to be friends for all I cared !!
Ginger became a focal point of all our affection and he returned the same with much more gusto.
My brother was still too young to be a confidante and Ginger fill into the role to the T.
I had the perfect audience for telling stuff right from the chemistry debacles to the latest crushes. My very own 'Agony uncle' would just need to look at me with those liquid eyes and a muzzle or lick later i would be back to being happy again.
And how could I forget his zesty spirit , the personality of an Alsatian in that petite Spitz body of his...how he would take on the larger of his species with equal ferocity and a never say die attitude.
But all the best things in life come with a expiry date and Ginger's came all too soon.
It was heart wrenching to see our bundle of joy lying lifeless on a cold table.
He had brought infinite love and joy into our lives and with him gone, it was all too glum, all of a sudden .
Every morning had been a blessing when he licked my face and forced me to get up.
Every night had been all that more comforting when he snuggled on to my pillow.
Every moment with him around was just perfect .
Oh what would I not give for just one last cuddle from him.
And you know something , this time I am not going to mind any of that fur he so loved to leave behind.
When she came back from her grocery shopping that day there was an impish smile on her face which almost certainly means that there is a surprise in store for us.
After some theatrics on her part, when she finally did outstrech her palm ,we couldn't help but squeal in delight.
Two of the cutest little eyes were looking at us from between a clump of soft white fur.We realised incessant nagging did work and we finally had our very own pet.
I instantly fell in love with the most beautiful living creature I had seen in all of my fifteen years. :) :) :)
Unfortunately, he didn't seem quite taken by me as I was with him :(
Thankfully after a jittery start to our friendship we got along like a house on fire.
And though we had not expected this ,our lives were never the same again!!
We began to plan our family outings around him - any place which did not welcome him was promptly ticked off the list and the ones which did became our regular haunts.
Our social lives too were being defined by him.Any of my friends who liked him always scored brownie points and the rest could choose not to be friends for all I cared !!
Ginger became a focal point of all our affection and he returned the same with much more gusto.
My brother was still too young to be a confidante and Ginger fill into the role to the T.
I had the perfect audience for telling stuff right from the chemistry debacles to the latest crushes. My very own 'Agony uncle' would just need to look at me with those liquid eyes and a muzzle or lick later i would be back to being happy again.
And how could I forget his zesty spirit , the personality of an Alsatian in that petite Spitz body of his...how he would take on the larger of his species with equal ferocity and a never say die attitude.
But all the best things in life come with a expiry date and Ginger's came all too soon.
It was heart wrenching to see our bundle of joy lying lifeless on a cold table.
He had brought infinite love and joy into our lives and with him gone, it was all too glum, all of a sudden .
Every morning had been a blessing when he licked my face and forced me to get up.
Every night had been all that more comforting when he snuggled on to my pillow.
Every moment with him around was just perfect .
Oh what would I not give for just one last cuddle from him.
And you know something , this time I am not going to mind any of that fur he so loved to leave behind.
Friday, August 10, 2007
A fool's life
It's kind of weird .The way your mind can sometimes lead you to believe things that are not there at all.
Just because you want something to happen or be in a specific way, you start seeing things in a different light altogether.
You choose to ignore the obvious and live in a world of make believe.
It's just that you yourself don't know that it's make believe.
Intelligence ,where art thou ??
But thankfully , your sensibilities who had been watching from a distance so far,
decide sooner or later that's it's time to take over.
They laugh at your naivety and make you see yourself as the fool
that you have been all this while.
You get introduced to a new and not exactly charming aspect of your personality,
And well let’s accept it , you don’t quite like your alter ego.
So you've been there and done that.Next ??
How do you make up for that ???
How do you salvage whatever's left of your pride in yourself ??
You have been your best critic and now's the time to transfigure and turn into a Self Help Guru.
Forget all that was silly.
Learn from your mistakes , square your shoulders, get that chin right up and march ahead.
Like they say it’s never too late anyways.
And hell ….didn’t whatever you did , give you an altogether new perspective on how things ought NOT to be done.
So smile darling ...think of what lies ahead.
How many more novel way can you make a fool of yourself !!
Trust me, the possibilities are endless.
And the life of a fool , a happy adventure :) :) :)
Just because you want something to happen or be in a specific way, you start seeing things in a different light altogether.
You choose to ignore the obvious and live in a world of make believe.
It's just that you yourself don't know that it's make believe.
Intelligence ,where art thou ??
But thankfully , your sensibilities who had been watching from a distance so far,
decide sooner or later that's it's time to take over.
They laugh at your naivety and make you see yourself as the fool
that you have been all this while.
You get introduced to a new and not exactly charming aspect of your personality,
And well let’s accept it , you don’t quite like your alter ego.
So you've been there and done that.Next ??
How do you make up for that ???
How do you salvage whatever's left of your pride in yourself ??
You have been your best critic and now's the time to transfigure and turn into a Self Help Guru.
Forget all that was silly.
Learn from your mistakes , square your shoulders, get that chin right up and march ahead.
Like they say it’s never too late anyways.
And hell ….didn’t whatever you did , give you an altogether new perspective on how things ought NOT to be done.
So smile darling ...think of what lies ahead.
How many more novel way can you make a fool of yourself !!
Trust me, the possibilities are endless.
And the life of a fool , a happy adventure :) :) :)
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