Archive for September, 2010

………was my Happy-wala Birthday!!

Yep folks. Yesterday, I turned a year older and none the wiser 😐

Loads and loads of Thanks to friends who called/mailed/messaged/commented/walled/scrapped me. Come to think of it, in this day and age of networking, its hard to miss anyone’s birthday, unlike the times when we diligently wrote down our friend’s birth dates in a worn out diary and swore to preserve it till the end of time!! And woe betide anyone who forgets their friend’s birthday 😀 !!Life is much easier today and for that I’m grateful to technology. I have a means to remember everyone’s birthday. That is one responsibility off my shoulders 😀 .

Anyhow, back to what I did these last two days :-

1) Operation Shop & Pack : Since I’m leaving for B’lore on Saturday, the one day that we got an off (for Anant Chaturdashi) was utilized for shopping (for the things asked for by Bags) and packing (with two kids and a husband-who-never-packs-his-own-stuff, one has a LOT of work to do !!). The Sun was merciless, beating down with unwavering intensity and by the time I was done shopping, I as ready to drop. No such luck though. If I didn’t do the packing then, it would be a mad rush at the last minute (since the next two days were working days and I am leaving at 5 AM on Saturday morning!!). So I dragged my sorry a** to finish the packing as soon as possible.

2) Had a cold war with the BF on Wednesday night, since my innumerable queries on his plans for the next day (BIG, visible hints to the partner) went unanswered and un-noticed. I huffed and puffed by myself and then gave in to fate and bad mood and planned for the work at office the next day.

3) BF offered to drop me to office on Thursday, I prepared his and BIL’s lunch boxes, fed the twins their breakfast and then we left. On the way to office, I bought sweets and namkeen ( as is the ritual if its your birthday 🙂 ). The BF looked a little grumpy, but I put it down to his bad mood whenever he has to get up early, which he did yesterday. Anyhow, he was also hungry, so we stopped at an eatery near office for some breakfast. And that’s when the dam broke. Or rather, his patience. The BF was annoyed with me for opting for office. I told him, no, I reminded him that I’ve been after him since ages to check if he has any plans for my birthday. Since he hadn’t replied in the affirmative, I decided to complete my work in office (since I’ll be on leave the next week). He gave me a royal dressing down, saying that in all these years together, he has never planned any celebration just because he isn’t good at it. He had assumed that like always, I’ll do the planning and let him know. I blasted out that it was a sorry day when I’d have to plan for my own Birthday and then he retaliated that what was the big deal about it anyway.Whew!!

Anyhow, crux of the matter is that post breakfast, I reported to work (as I’d planned). Gave the sweets to friends and sat down to do my work. I get a call shortly from the BF, asking me to check if there is any movie playing in any of the theatres in the vicinity.

WTHell…I fumed. I don’t have time for all this, and I told him so. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer, saying that he was standing right outside the office building and wanted me to come out pronto.Oh God!! What’s a girl supposed to do then?? I had no choice but to pick my bag, bid adieu to friends and beat it to the gate 🙂 . My manager did catch me running off with the BF, but he understood and was kind enough not to bring it up today :D.

The BF and me roamed around for a while, then booked tickets for Dabangg and whiles some time at a restaurant.

4) Dabangg: The Bang. All’s been said and done about Dabangg, but the only reason I could sit through it was that after a long time, Salman acted, if you know what I mean. After a spate of movies with him parroting memorized lines and sleep-walked through his role, it was good to see him interested in what he was doing!! Positive change, I say.

As for Ms.Sonakshi, she looked eerily similar to Esha Deol (complete with the broad forehead look), only taller.She was good as long as she had to look glum. It’ll be some time before her dialogues sound convincing! But she’s pretty, one can grant her that 🙂

And Oh, I finally, finally heard and saw the Munni Badnam number. Frankly, I’ve heard and seen stuff worse than this, so it wasn’t that big a deal. But seriously, why did zandu balm feature in the song? Specially with the action of her rubbing it on her posterior?!! Butt painful , I say  😐

5) After the movie, we went for an ice-cream (I had kulfi, I guess after years!!). And post that, we went to meet my mom. She and uncles were super impressed that the BF had taken an off for me. Him, having the reputation of NEVER being available from work, ever!! That he could take a day off for me surprised them to no end (and me too *gulp*. Guilty 😩 ). We came back home in the evening. The BF dropped me home and went to order dinner. The BIL left with him. I had a blast playing with the kids, but after a while I had the worst headache ever!! I guess I’m so unused to watching movies in theatres that if I do go once in a while, I end up with a throbbing headache and severe pain in my neck. A little Disprin helped solve the matter and the twins , for once , did not trouble with their dinner (my angels.mmmuuaah!!).

6) The BF returned around 9pm (after I called him a zillion times, rebuking him for taking two and a half hour just to get dinner!). He bought a cake, dinner and a gift. A new mobile phone for me. Because he was mighty upset on seeing my old cellphone being held up by cello tapes. In my defence, the tapes were put in place just day before yesterday because the scratch cover was coming off. I didn’t want it to come off completely unless I had a chance to buy a new one. Anyhow, I’m now the owner of a new Nokia 2323 Classic. Easy and convenient to use (and if I have any reservations about it, they were easily squashed by the BF who said that I tend to be careless about the phone and he didn’t want to risk buying a high-end phone when he knew my tendency to leave the phone around the twins. Sigh. How hateful is it when your loved one knows you too well 😩 ) . The redeeming feature of the new phone is that it has Sudoku on it (Yay!! No more borrowing cell phones from friends during long, never-ending conference calls anymore 😀 ). So all’s well on this side!!

That’s it folks. Lets not get into the details what happened next. because obviously, nothing did (Hehe!!! You don’t believe that, do you?)

Anyhow 😐

The neck pain came back again in the night and though I requested the BF to massage my shoulder and neck, we couldn’t find any Zandu balm around 😐 . He gave it a pass. And no, I couldn’t turn into a zandu balm for him, or for myself !!

Cheers 🙂

PS : The next post might take some time coming. Most probably from B’lore. Take care till then, Ciao.

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Tractor Love..

What all I get in my mail in the name of humour!!



Greg is passing by Rick’s hay shed one day when through a gap in the door he sees Rick doing a slow and sensual striptease in front of an old red Massey Ferguson.

He performs a slow pirouette and gently slides off first the right welly, followed by the left.

He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move lets his braces fall down from his shoulders to dangle by his hips over his corduroy trousers .

Grabbing both sides of his checked shirt he rips it apart to reveal his tea stained vest underneath and with a final flourish he hurls his flat cap on to a pile of hay.

“What on earth are you doing Rick ?”, says Greg

“Jeez Greg, you frightened the livin bejesus out of me”,says an obviously embarrassed Rick, “but me and the Missus been having some trouble lately in the bedroom department, and the Therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor “.


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On being Lovestruck :)

It’s the season of love (and upcoming marriages) and I can practically feel the air charged up with the gentle vibes floating all around 🙂 . There are friends who are just floating around, moony-eyed 🙂  (AB, I wish I could see you now dear…..but I can just imagine how positively glow-y you must be looking right now 😀 ). So many friends are getting married that I’m having a tough time keeping track. And oh, most of these are friends who’ve chosen their own partners. Oooooohh!! The thrill of taking that plunge, knowing that come what may, you alone are responsible for the outcome 😀 !! If that thought doesn’t tickle your tummy, then I don’t know if this post is for you 🙂 .

Anyhow, coming back to being lovestruck, you know which couple looks the least lovestruck to me?? Its this one (there’s something too cold and calculated about these two . Or is it just me who thinks so 😩  ?):-

Call me blind, but I don't the lovestruck-ness here 😩

But these two here (specially that drool-worthy groom) look oh-so-much-in-love, I’m sniffy every time I look at them (never mind their multiple marriages. Its the NOW that matters!! ) :-

Awww....see them ginning...Mushy indeed 🙂

I can almost imagine Shashi tharoor singing this song for Sunanda :-

Can you??

On an aside, who says that only couples having a love marriage are mushy?? Here’s a post by good friend KA , who writes a beautiful courtship post (for his fiancĂ©e) . It was so mushy, it made me realize that we attach too much importance to love marriages and don’t understand the charm of an arranged one. This post was an eye-opener, because it was just so sweet. Do have a look 🙂

(Now if only I could make BFC do a post on her wedding!! )

(Sweetie, if you are reading this, is there any hope of me receiving a guest post from you?? Pretty please, since it’s the season of love and all ……. 🙂 )



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I did a post on Udaan today and G did a post on inspiring songs, one of which is from Udaan. Do listen to it there. Its a beautiful song!!

(Wonder why I forgot about posting the video in my post 😐 ).

G, on the same wavelength, are we 😀 ?!!

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I had the good luck of watching Udaan with the BF yesterday. The family was out for a dinner party. They had taken SS with them. So that left me with only RS to worry about. The BF had brought a DVD of Udaan (which he said he’d heard a lot about) and we got down to watch it.

It was mind-blowing. The synopsis (as taken from imdb) :

After being abandoned for eight straight years in boarding school, Rohan returns to the small industrial town of Jamshedpur and finds himself closeted with an authoritarian father and a younger half-brother who he didn’t even know existed. Forced to work in his father’s steel factory and study engineering against his wishes, he strives to forge his own life out of his given circumstances and pursue his dream of being a writer.

The movie started off well enough, with the regular antics of teenage boys in a hostel. The friendships(which lay the foundation for an important role in the decision made by the lead towards the end) are not forced and come off naturally. The interactions between the boys are depicted in such a casual manner, it does not seem as though they are acting or reciting memorized lines. It all comes off naturally and beautifully. A word for the young actor Manjot Singh, who plays Muninder. This young lad was engaging enough in “Oye Lucky Lucky Oye” and even here too, he does  justice to his few minutes of screen space. Even when he’s not present on the screen (like the time Rohan calls him) you can feel his presence. This is one young man to look out for!!

Once Rohan comes back home, the movie takes a more sombre turn. Rohan now has to acknowledge the presence of a 6-year-old half-brother. He doesn’t remember much of his own mother, having lost her early in life. And it seems like a wicked twist of fate that even the young half-brother Arjun (played adorably by Aayan Boradia. See him in the video below. I couldn’t find a snap of his on the net 😩 ) loses his mother early and has to live with the awfully authoritarian father (played by a  goose-bumpingly evil Ronit Roy).

The way the brothers bond, or more importantly, how Rohan comes to accept and love the little boy are depicted so beautifully, one is left with a tiny little lump in the throat throughout!!

Ronit plays the authoritarian father Bhairav with such fierce intensity, it is difficult to differentiate between the actor and the character!! I always considered him as the typical  soap-opera-ish actor . But in this movie, he redeems himself. Once or twice, we are given glimpses of why exactly he is the way he is. A couple of references to his father and the way he was brought up was enough of an indication. But then, the same fate was borne by his brother, the much more cheerful Jimmy (played with wonderful constraint by Ram Kapoor) and one can surmise that Bhairav did not take kindly to the treatment meted out to him by his father. Maybe thats why, inspite of spawning two children, he prefers they call him ‘Sir’ rather than ‘Papa’ or ‘Dad’. This way, he can distance himself emotionally from his children. Though he claims to fulfill the material needs of his kids, the one thing he can’t give them is his love and acceptance. He takes Rohan on a run every morning, just to prove that he is physically superior in every way and intimidate the teenager.Little Arjun, meanwhile, is in silent awe (fear?) of his father. When Bhairav asks for his son’s forgiveness one night, one hopes for happier times ahead for the family, but then the next few scenes easily squash that hope.

Not surprisingly then, Rohan takes refuge in his imagination. He pens his thoughts beautifully and dreams of becoming a writer/poet (against his father’s wish of becoming an engineer). Some of the lines he writes are compiled in this video below :-

It might appear a little depressing to a viewer to find the boys being continuously at the receiving end of their father’s ire. But that is exactly what leads Rohan to make his final decision. Maybe his being a poet stops him from taking a more drastic action early on. Even when he is egged on by his new-found friends (a very likeable Anand Tiwari) , he doesn’t do anything rash. He is controlled and patient. And when the time is right, he makes his move. And we are all with him. That last letter speaks out his frustration, but not in such terms. Though it contains angst and regret, it also speaks of hope, of love, of family. And for those lines alone, it is worth watching the movie. The last scene, of Rohan and Arjun walking hand-in-hand is enough to make you reach for the tissue box.

Why are such movies not spoken about often? ? It was one of the best movie’s I’ve seen in recent times (maybe, TZP). The pace of the movie was initially slow, but then later on I realized that the pace was necessary . To make us absorb what was happening on the screen. To take in the expressions on the face of the protagonists, to read their eyes and the subtle body-language, which spoke volumes.

Throughout the movie, me and the BF could not help but rue that there can actually be such parents in this world. But then, we hear of much worse in the real world. This movie was reasonably milder in its treatment of the father-son relationships!! But what a narration!! And what performances!! It’s rare to see a film where each and every character puts in his best.

A special mention must be made for Rajat Barmecha who plays Rohan. This young boy with the puppy-dog eyes was the right choice to play Rohan. He displayed amazing sensitivity in his scenes with his brother and a deep vulnerability in the scenes with his father! The mother in me just wanted to envelop him in a hug and soothe his worries away!! And ohh…for some reason, I kept thinking that little Aayan looks a lot like my SS. In fact, I felt that SS would grow up to look a lot like Aayan. Which is a good thing, because, Aayan is just so adorable 🙂 !!

Do watch this movie people…its very rare that you get to see a well made movie. Full marks to director Vikramaditya Motwane. Keep it up VM, hope to see more such gems from you 🙂

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Joined at Birth??


Oct 2009


Sep 2010

Sometimes I do feel they are conjoined twins :D.

Inseparable !!

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Most of you know about the recent flat-tyre I suffered. It was nothing less than a catastrophe (at least for me!!). When I went back and narrated the incident to the BF, he expressed, but little sympathy .

“Now you know how it feels like when you get a flat tyre”, he said.

“Yeah….it doesn’t feel good at all 😩 “, I replied demurely.

“Thank God. At least you realize it now……and be glad that someone else didn’t make you get a flat-tyre, unlike a specific person I know”, at this point he glared at me with all his might.

I just cowered in a corner and whimpered, “It wasn’t MY fault. It was fate”.

“Oh Yeah?!! Fate?? Didn’t you puncture , like FOUR tyres in one week?? ”

“Err….yes…but then, there’s no need to bring it up now 😩 “.


Dear readers, let me go back in history to enlighten you on what exactly happened that week. For sure, it was the week of the jinx. The week of black-magic and evil influence. And I swear to God I had no role to play here. It was just the conspiracy of the universe against one little soul, that was mine 😩 .

Hear me out please.

The year was 2001. I was living in mom’s flat with Bro and Bags. Bro had our faithful Bajaj Chetak for conveyance. Me and bags used to travel by bus. Those days , I was in my first year of post-graduation (same as the BF, but in a different college). Once in a while, the BF used to drop me till my bus-stop from college (my college being on the way to his home ).

Anyhow, one such day, he dropped by my college to give me a lift ( those being the days of landline-phones-only, there was no way for him to communicate his intention. He used to simply stop outside the gates and wait for me to come out 🙂 ). I came out, hopped on the bike and off we went. We had hardly covered a 100 yards when the BF slowed  down the bike and asked to me to get off.

Me: What happened?

BF : Don’t know, but I guess it’s a flat tyre.

Me : What now??

BF : Umm..I guess you’ll have to walk till the bus-stop yourself. I have to drag this bike to a repair shop and that is in another direction.

Me : Oh well, ok. Goodbye then.

BF : Good bye.

And so I took , my leave.

The next day, Bro informed me that he’ll be in the vicinity of my college around late afternoon and he could pick me up from there. I was obviously happy over the thought of a free lift home 🙂 .

Bro reached the college on time and off we headed towards home. Just when we were a kilometre away from home, Bro brought the scooter to a halt.

Me: What happened??

Bro : Looks like a flat tyre.

Me : Really?? What an amazing co-incidence?!! The BF’s bike tyre went kaput yesterday.

Bro : (not paying much attention) why don’t you take a rick and go home. Getting this fixed might take some time.

Me : Oh sure. Ta-ta.

And off I went.

Two days later, a friend from college (lets call her SP) who stayed close to my place, offered me a lift on her bike. Once again, I agreed. Off we went. Just about halfway there, she slowed down the bike.

SP : Err…Noor, please don’t mind, but it looks as though I have a flat tyre. Do you mind getting off??

Me : Really? Haha!! Thats Funny!!

SP : Why?? What’s wrong??

Me : I was just wondering at the coincidence of it all. Three days back, the BF’s bike tyre got a flat and then day before yesterday, Bro had a flat one. And now its you. Haha!! It’s almost as if whichever bike I sit on, gets a flat tyre.

SP : (One looong baleful look) I see…..

Me : (sheepish now) Hey!! It’s just a measly co-incidence. Nothing to it. You get your bike fixed. Don’t worry about me. I’ll take the bus back home. Thanks for the ride anyway.

And I scooted from there as fast as my feet could take me. I swear I could feel her eyes boring a hole on my back 😐

Two days after that was a Saturday. We had practicals that day and I stayed back a little longer in college. When I came out, I saw the BF strolling impatiently in front of the gates. He came over quickly when he saw me.

BF : (grabbing my hand and walking fast) Where were you?? I’ve been waiting since ages!!

Me: Hey!! Hold it. Where’s the fire?!

BF : I’ve got something to show you.

Me:Really?? Is it a gift?? For me??

BF : Huh? Of course not dumbo. It’s for me.

Me: Err…and you expect me to be happy about it??

BF : Shut up will you.

We came to a halt at the parking lot and he pulled out his bike. Correction. His NEW bike 🙂 . It was all sparkly and clean (it had to be. The BF was loving wiping down a smudge with his handkerchief!)

BF : So, what do you think??

Me: Its beautiful!! Lets go for a ride.

BF : No no, not now. I just bought it today. Don’t want to put too many miles on it so soon…..

Me : (glaring angrily at him) Hmmm..

BF : ……but how about if I drop you home??

Me: Oh well. It’s the least you can do.

So saying I hopped on his bike and off we went.

Only to stop about a kilometre from my college.

BF: Please get off.

Me: Why?? What happened??

BF : (with a wildly incredulous look on his face) I can’t believe this!! It’s a new bike!!

Me: What happened?? Will you tell me??

BF : (still in a shock) A flat tyre. I can’t believe it….I just brought it from the showroom…haven’t even taken it home yet!!

Me : Hehe!! Looks like a week of flat-tyres ….just your bad luck dear!!

BF : (exploding) NO!!! Not me!! Its YOU who’s the bad luck!!

Me : (taken aback)  Huh??

BF : Yes. YOU. You’ve been the one going around handing out flat-tyres.

Me: Hey!! Don’t blame me if your bike is defective.

BF : (raving like a mad-man) My NEW bike!! It’s NOT defective. You are the curse!! Every bike you sit on, gets a flat tyre. C’mon accept it. It’s the truth , isn’t it.

Me: It s a co-incidence!! Don’t dump the blame on me!!

BF : Co-incidence??Really?? Like how many times a week?? One ? Two? Three??  And when its the fourth time, it’s still a co-incidecnce??

Me: Oh well, blaming me is not going to solve your purpose. There’s nothing that I can do about it.

BF : Oh yes, you can!! How about shedding some weight?!!

Me : (my turn to explode now) Don’t you dare comment on my weight. I’m just fine, ok?? It’s not my weight which is causing these flat tyres.

BF: Really?? Then what is??

Me : I have no idea.

BF : Ask your brother. He’ll tell you that its your weight that’s the issue here!!

At this point, I couldn’t take it any longer and hurled a few choice gaalis at the BF and walked off.  His parting words were, “……I’ll make sure you never sit behind me again!!” or something to that effect 🙂 .


Obviously, the BF did not stick to his resolve for much longer. Bro sold off the scooter soon after. Friend SP never offered me a lift again.Oh well….you can’t win them all…..as long as I had the BF, things were moving just fine.

And for the record, those days, I used to weigh at least 25kgs less than what I weigh today.

So I guess they make tougher tyres these days 😀

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This is a rather random post on a thought that’s been plaguing me for a while. Its been hovering at the back of my mind for quite some time now. I know many friends, couples who are like two peas in a pod and some like oil and water. Most of them, at some time or the other, face issues with their spouses, be it arranged or love-marriages (for the record, I’m yet to find a credible argument in favour of one type of marriage over the other). But this post is not about marital problems.

It’s about space.

How does one define space? Not the generic one to do with planets and suns and moons. I’m talking about the space between things, people. The space which is physical and sometimes, virtual. The space which exists between a couple sitting together but thinking conflicting thoughts.

How do you define it? How would one identify it? Is there any way to reduce the space? What if one person does all the bridging and the other adds to the space? What happens then? What if both the parties are unaware that there is a distance between them? Are there people who are comfortable with this space??

There’s a phrase which says that one must give their partner/spouse , some space. We know what this phrase means now (it was an unheard concept, maybe a decade back….and maybe, in some households even in today’s day and age). It has to do with the different areas of interests of the couple and the liberty to pursue one’s field of interest, without interference/rebuke/recriminations from the other. But what if, in giving each other the space, the couple drifts apart? What if they are so distant that by the time they realize and look back, the gap is too wide to bridge? How then, does one figure out when to stop and check the space? How much distance is enough to keep up the right balance? In other words, how much space is ‘just fine’ or ‘just enough’?? Who decides this?? And who agrees??

On the concept of physical space, I remember a statement made by my mother many years back. It was after dad brought our first car. It was a Fiat Premier Padmini. We were all overjoyed at the momentous occasion.There were celebrations and all hailed the new member in the family (we’d named the car, Turby, after the movie, Herbie goes to Monte Carlo 🙂 ). But after a time, mom wasn’t too keen to travel in it. She preferred riding behind dad on our Bajaj Chetak.

Many years later, we sold the scooter. Dad is now driving his fourth car since then. And even today, mom rues the day we bought the first one. Once, in a rare moment of despondency, she confided that the car had brought an un-named distance between her and Dad. That she couldn’t feel the closeness that she felt before, when she was seated behind him on that scooter, a hand flung casually around his waist.

I didn’t pay much attention to what she’d said then. But today, when we zip around the city in our car, I think I can feel what mom had felt. The space, the distance between me and the BF. And frankly, life was much more interesting when we used to zip around town on his bike, with my thumbs tucked into his belt loops and my chin resting on his shoulder 😀 . Yes, those days were definitely better!  Luckily(?), last week our car’s battery died out. We are yet to get it replaced. But I’m in no hurry yet. Its back to hopping on his bike and reliving the old days :).

Anyhow, this post isn’t about cars or bikes. It’s about spaces, and as usual, I took a tangential route to nowhere :).

But coming back to the topic at hand, do you ever feel the distance with your partner/spouse?? There were times when the BF was in USA and I was back here in Pune. But whenever he called, it used to be as if all the distances have melted into that fraction of a second that it takes for his voice to reach me. Physically we were miles apart, but yet, those moments brought us closer than never before. And it befuddles my mind. Which distance is more important? The physical one or the one that exists in our mind. Is it enough the bridge the distance of the mind when one is separated by miles? How do we keep a balance? How do we know how much space is just right to live amicably with each other?

Too many rambling questions here…….answers/experiences/insights are most welcome.

(And Oh, do excuse the severely tacky title…but I really couldn’t think of a decent one 😀 . Pliss to excyoose !! )

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The Bagpiper Man

Received this in the mail today :-


There was once a bagpiper man, who played many gigs.

Recently he was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky back country. As the bagpiper man was not familiar with the backwoods, he got lost and, being a typical man, he didn’t stop for directions.

He finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. He  felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. Then he went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. He  didn’t know what else to do, so he started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. 

He played out his heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. He played like he’d never played before for this homeless man. And as he played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They all wept together. When he finished, hte bagpiper man packed up his bagpipes and started for his car. Though his head hung low, his heart was full.

As he opened the door to his car, he heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

Apparently, the Bagpiper man’s  still lost


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When Dad is left all alone….

…………..he is at his witty best!!

I’ve been pestering him to start his own blog, since he writes so well, but he wouldn’t listen 😩 . He still sends his write-ups to only a select few. What a waste I say.

Anyhow, since Mom’s here in Pune, Dad is left all alone in B’lore (technically, not ALL ALONE, since Bro and Bags are there in B’lore and drop in to visit him regularly). But it doesn’t stop him from venting his woes on staying alone.

Recently, he sent us a mail, which reads something as follows :-


“…Coming to the month of Ramzan, I gather that most of you
were worried about Dad’s seclusion at xxx, xth Cross, xxnd Block,
xxx Layout, B’lore. Besides other issues, food was the most and
inevitable concerns. No fears, friends…..I wish you had seen the
hand-written board pasted on our gate. It reads :-
Ramzan Mubarak. May Allah Bless You All.
Old, Poor and Hungry Man inside. Will work for food.
Donate food generously. All types of Iftar food welcome.
Preferably Non – Veg. May Allah bless you.

Ink finished. Writing in Pencil. No money for refill.”

Last line is in pencil…ran out of ink / refill….!!! Lo Behold,
food started arriving in tons from neighbours. Excess food
given to fellow-Poor….!!!! So no worry…!!! 🙂



If only dad takes up my request and starts his own blog!!

What fun it would be to read 😀

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