Beauty in a Pot

Well.... Hung

My friends are at it again - bugging me to tie the knot (noose I argue). I keep on about how I don’t want to get hitched. Here are some of the constant suggestions that I am forced to deal with on a daily basis and my rejoinders… • Look at how happy we are. Happy is as happy does (my response) • Skepticism is not going to get you anywhere you know. So who wants to? • There is this friend of a friend. Yawn! • One bad apple doesn’t spoil the whole bunch. Who said anything about fruit! • You know what we mean! Yeah I suppose but seriously I ain’t looking. • That’s what we are here for then! Thanks. But there is something else we can talk about. Why the same old? • Talking about old, you aren’t getting any younger. So, who cares! • Don’t you want to grow old with someone? For him to tell me that I ain’t getting younger, huh? • What’s with you? Don’t you know we want you to be happy? Who said I’m not? • Now listen carefully we aren’t giving up so don’t ...

Deliciousness

When it is mango season practically everyone indulges. The vendors with their carts, fruit shops, malls, multi-specialty stores are laden with the finest. Seasoned folk make a beeline to get their money’s worth. You can bet that if you are stashed you will have your cart filled faster than the speed of light. When we were kids, the house was filled with baskets of the lovely fruit. We chomped away and licked the juice that dripped down to the elbows, moving on to the next. There was no reason why we couldn’t have more than one after lunch, dinner, and breakfast, tea, anytime! Today, the prices of mangoes have skyrocketed and vendors refuse to budge; we have no choice but to pay the price and give into this yearly greed. At this point of time, not many us really concern ourselves with the additional pounds and dive in. Why cut back on the goodness of nature! I diet (uh uh) and exercise (some) for the rest of the year, which hardly provides me with the figure I yearn for, but I keep on...

Grammatically Incorrect

In the context of grammar and all that it has to offer, there are a number of us who snigger at someone just because the person’s sentence construction does not meet the cut. Believe me I face flak by many who perceive my phrasing to be verbose. Can blame it on the potholes of my ever so dusty construct of verbs, adjectives, phrasing, simple past, past imperfect, present continuous and so on and so forth! But I try and do all that I can with a never say never attitude. Some may say that I speak better than I write or the other way round and some wonder why I bore them with this long-windiness. Anyway, in time I hope I can join upper end club of the grammatically correct! I now move along to the context of Indianized idioms that are so part and parcel of our heritage. The merry mix of angrez infused with desi tones can make the high end club feel a trifle nauseated. As for me, I am pretty proud of some of the terminologies and guffaw at them heartily. The construction of ‘we are lik...

The Quiet Kid

The Scene – School The Target : Quiet shy girl The Reason : Bored Why her? Why not her? This was the directive given to a group of girls who were feeling the pressure at school with low grades, acne, peer pressure, dieting, problems at home, boyfriend problems, hormones, etc. They wanted to shift their attention to something interesting that was out of their routine. “Look over there at Sally she looks really weird today doesn’t she?” said Martha. “Why she looks rather radiant and I don’t like that. What could be the reason I wonder?” exclaimed Maryann angrily. She thought she was the pretty one and Sally was looking way too good for comfort. “What say we go there and annoy her a bit,” said Cynthia. “Yeah lets. It is getting way too boring here and with the tests around the corner. She is always so with it - her high scores and all” said Tina. So they walked across to Sally and questioned her about what she was reading. “Whatcha reading Sally?” asked the gir...

Someday, You Will Love Me, I Hope

I want to say I love you, I do not know how I want to mend fences, you fence me out How do I break the chains that bind? Hear me, when I say Forgive me I need you I hope you need me too. At a time when people are dying to the deadly virus I want to pray with you But you look away I want to hug you but you are stiff I want to feel your gaze upon me with love I need you to love me, again Can you? Though we do not talk This is my prayer for you Stay safe Be brave Be happy Be healthy I forgive you Please forgive me too. And, before I forget I need to say I love you, please love me too, someday.

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