Ten Day You Challenge – Post 1 Ten Secrets


I was magically pulled to this challenge which is floating in the Blogosphere and the more posts I read the more I wanted to do it. The fun started at Priti’s Blog and then I saw many of my friends getting caught in its enticing web.

Trust me this tough but then I love challenges. So here we go with the 10 secrets

Ten Secrets 

1. When I was seven years old it tugged at my heart that we never distributed sweets in the school for birthdays. It seemed so unfair so I took 100 Rs. from home and early morning at 6:45 managed to visit a local mithai shop bought Jalebies and carried them to school with a song in my heart. With pride and joy I told the flabbergasted onlookers than it was my birthday(it wasn’t). There was such a joy in distributing jalebies and fellow students had a blast but the fun ended when the principal who knew mom rang her and called her to school. What happened next made me hate Birthdays as well as jalebies. (just kidding :p I love jalebies but can’t eat one without crimson color rising to my cheeks ) . ( some 38 years ago that was hell lot of jalebies we got in 100bucks) 😀

2.  I saw the night show of Exorcist with my cousin and that too I was under age and tickets were bought in black. The family had no idea where we had gone. We watched the entire flick with not more than ten people for company in the entire hall.

3. I am petrified of rats. I can stand any creäture but rats and those pink little mice are complete turn off. (Though I loved Stuart Little)

4. I hate people who take relationships for granted.  People who use words like “sorry” without meaning anything.

5. A virtual something called ” our whatever”( Shhhh its a secret ok) :p . It’s a relationship which has no name. (or maybe it has) 😛 Sometimes love comes from most unexpected places 😛 even a long lasting friendship. Now you may ask how is it possible? rubbish .  Well it is there and am happy. Sometimes we indulge there are some secrets which have no answers and its better this way. 😉 But now that its out 😛 I want to know what this “whatever” is. Is ” someone” reading ?

6. I love Marmite  and have a  weird craving for odd food combos . Loved Jam biscuits dipped in a bowl of flowing hot vanilla custard. Called it Roly poly for some reason and gave them to my sons too when they were small.  Also Maggie with Tabasco sauce between two slices of white bread. Crushed Papad or bhujia on buttered bread(white)

7. I hate to drink plain milk and as a kid I made it a point to throw it away as quickly as it reached me. The very sight of malai on it made me puke. That’s another thing that freshly boiled milk is awesome and I can have it once in a while. (I was caught red-handed once and was punished to live on milk diet for two days just to teach me not to waste food. I learned it the hard way trust me.

8. I am extremely fond of speed and all kind of adventure sports. I keep dreaming of doing all the possible thrilling stuff and till sometime back I was terrified of flying in an aircraft and my heart would race faster than the speeding vehicle I was siting in. It still does at times , depends on who is driving :p

9. I love spooky stuff. Ghosts, dark creatures, magic, spells excite me. I have been to a cemetery at night and trust me I want to spend a night there or in any so-called haunted place at least once in my life . I did planchat in college hostel once and it went out of control. It is one experience I wont forget. I want to learn some dark art.

10. I love street food and local regional cuisine and detest five-star culture. Formal eating makes me uncomfortable. There is more joy in sucking the juicy pulp of mangoes than cutting in cubes and eating with fork or spoon. Similarly to lick the Shrikand from the bowl or eat dal chawal with hand is more satisfying than using spoon and fork.

Street Symphony


I hear voices in my head
They counsel me
They understand
They talk to me

The song played softly as I went for my evening walk today. It was late and I decided to stay close to home. Although the lane was full of kids of all shapes and sizes I maneuvered my way and managed five leisurely rounds.

It is very interesting to watch these kids while their mothers and care takers engage themselves in healthy bitching about various people ranging from MILs to some young servant in the next lane.

I switched the music off when I realized that the loud street symphony was making it hard for the voices in my head to do their job.

There was this little chap who resembled a tiny Slim Shady with his colorful clothes and funny street hip hop dance . He must have been around two years of age but a great entertainer. 😀  Standing in the middle of the lane  with  finger pointing in the direction of  his young mother and her bitching partner he was performing a gibberish song .

It went something like zzzzzzbbbeeehhhhhhhooooooozzzzoooooo (loud) ttttooooooooobbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrdddddddddddmmlllllll

This whole thing was accompanied by a spot hip hop kind of infant dance.

An Awesome performance 🙂 Not really enjoyed by the disenchanted caretaker who  silently  gazed at nothingness, oblivious to all of us.

I looked at my elder one for some help .

“What do you think he is saying ?” I asked

Parce que j’ai le jeu, mes chiennes !!

uh?

” coz I got game, bitches. “

He explained.

My loud laughter shook the young woman and brought her back to reality . She gave us a stare and  kid walked away.

A little ahead a group of small girls in various attires was jabbering away senselessly . I wondered how  they manage to listen and talk at the same time at such speed. (They start young, don’t they 😀 )

I could just catch some broken words  like

” doctor” “teacher ” Papa” “Mummy”  “naaaah” ” stop” “wait wait” ” (claps) ” school” ” boys” ( giggles) “shut up” “movie” and all other jumbled up  girlie talk.

They jumped up and down like yo -yos  creating  yet another noisy street symphony which seemed to follow you even whenever you went.

The mother of that infant hip hopper and her bitching partner had meanwhile decided to take a stroll along with us. Just ahead of us they exchanged their tearful sagas of being harassed housewives. I was surprised how easily the cuss words came. After every outburst  came a few words of advice and encouragement to fight it out boldly from the listener while the talker went on about what kind of rotten egg her MIL is .

I skirted past them and breathed some fresh air.  The fire-breathing dragons continued  to cherish their bond while we moved on to find the infant again performing at high pitch in front of his home. This time alone. He stopped to look at us as we smiled and ruffled his curly hair.

Suddenly the bicycle gang arrived  spoiling our walk on the moonlit road and to add to our woes they began to do stoppies and drowned all the other voices by their shrill bells and shouts.

We leaned against the parked car and watched the chaos . Adi decided to add some music to the already existing cacophony and switched on his mobile song player at full volume.

Amidst all this noise pollution my eyes caught sight of the most dreaded female of our lane. The staring monster of a woman who resembles Mrs. Trunchbull (Matilda) .

“WTF”

I saw Adi turn around and run upstairs . I knew  what caused this sudden escape but I was determined to give it back to her  this time. So I stayed and stared hard at her as she passed me by. One hand on hips and one swaying by her side.  I kept staring at her back knowing she would turn and she did . I loved the puzzled look on her ugly face.

Smiling I ran up the stairs and gave a high-five to Adi.

I learned a lesson : Never go for a walk in the lane between 6 to 7 unless you want to submit your mind ,body and soul to the devil.

My Sins Against Gender Stereotypes: Ritu’s Tag


Ritu of  WEAVING A WEB tagged me to do this very interesting post. Must thank IHM also for always thinking out of the box.

Here is what the Indian Homemaker and Phonenixritu say:

If you are a woman

Have you ever wanted something that is considered ‘manly’ ? Like a basketball, a cell phone, a dog, a camera or a new laptop? A new car or motor bike? Ever wanted to be a pilot? A doctor or not a nurse? And the manliest want of them all – The remote! ;)

As a kid did you enjoy playing with a bat and a ball?

There was a time when books were considered ‘manly’, women authors had to pretend to be men – would you say books are still rather manly – women should want to embroider and crochet?

If you are a man

Have you ever wanted something that only women are supposed to want – like bags, shoes, clothes, creams, perfumes, babies, flowers? A peaceful home and a happy family? Have you ever been afraid of the dark or of insects?

As a kid did you ever want to play ‘teacher-teacher’, cooking or did you like playing with a doll? Have you ever enjoyed cooking? Bought something in pink? Loved chocolates?

So here’s a tag – Please list at least ten things you have ever wanted or done which your gender is not supposed to.

The tag is called ‘My Sins against Gender-Stereotypes’. And you must tag twelve blogging friends :twisted:

Here is my list of ten things.

1. I hate jewelery (except my small silver ear rings) and all those delicate womanly footwear . Prefer tough sandals, boots, sports shoes, sneakers etc.

2. I hate it when people tell me to dress up like a ” married woman” . I feel like an alien. For me denim and tees, Bermudas and pants are just fine. love to wear men’s shirts teamed with tees. I always check the men’s section for great selections in clothes. Black being my favorite color.

3. I love football, played basketball, marbles, gilli danda, did skids and other stunts on the bicycle as a teenage girl. Love to read about cars , bikes etc. I did my first trek at the age of 13 with YHAI’s Himalayan trekking group.

4. Good girls don’t whistle .. But I do 😉 Does it make me a bad girl ? 😀

5.  I love Snakes, Spiders, Raptors. I have handled snakes and find them absolutely facinating… and also love the Dark. Ghost, spirits and all the other creatures of the dark world. Have walked down in a cemetery at night during a visit to the hills. Night does not scare me.

6. I love chocolates for more than one reason but does it make me womanly ? Nah… Try a dark bitter liquor filled one or an orange flavor while you watch a horror or sci-fi movie in the dead of the night. Maybe I am just the perfect blend. 🙂

7. Girls do not climb trees, run about with their skirt flying, have fist fights with boys, or play pranks . That was an unsaid rule when I was a teenager . Rules are meant to be broken 😀 I think lazing on  thick branch or hanging from a Tyre attached to a rope tied to the branch is  a bliss. Even running along rolling a  cycle Tyre with a stick along with the boys was great fun.

8. My boys think that a mom like me is born ones in a thousand years. LOL I take part in all their adventures.. well almost all of them that are possible at my age :D. My Hubby thinks he should have read the finer prints before saying I DO 😀

9. I can do most of the repair work, electrical or otherwise around the house.

10. My MIL thinks that a woman’s job is to look after husband, kids and home. Letting men into the kitchen is a sin I commit and I WILL ROT IN THE FIRES OF HELL for dressing up and behaving in a most unusual fashion. Having drinks, wearing ” odd clothes”, listing to  ” angrejee janee jinka na sar hai na pair”, and not looking like a DIL and making men of the house my ” slaves”. My boys and I love to experiment with cuisine so does my hubby when the beastly shadow of his ma is not lurking anywhere around. ( She would have a heart attack if she knew I smoked pot ones or twice and still steal ciggies  and try to make the smoke rings I could never make. 🙂 LOL

She hurts my feelings and as far as fires of hell go I am the beloved daughter of satan so hell is my home sweet home.

Strange that what we term as sins against the gender stereotypes are mostly considered as sins by our own gender and not by the other.

All those who find this interesting  are tagged . Please leave the link in the comment section if you do the tag . I will be delighted to read your list of sins.