My Elaine

My mom and I have been inseparable since the time we were born. People say my father could hardly hold me in his arms. At times he would even buy my mom her new favorite piece of accessory. In return she would let him hold me and play with me after supper before going to bed!

And I grew up…..

Started going to school, made friends, did home works, enjoyed art and I was always the good student the teachers liked to use as an example.

Now I am a teenager…..

I go out with my friends and yes, I have the school’s cutest guy as my boyfriend. We spend a lot of time together. Amid all this, one thing never changed; my relationship with my mother.

It was my eighteenth birthday and I had to do something special for her. She deserved it. So I got a tattoo. It was perfect!

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Elaine- that’s my name…..my father will tell you the rest of the story.

My Elaine!

I held her blood stained and injured body and wailed like a wolf. All she wanted was to surprise her mother with a tattoo. She was not supposed to leave us on her birthday. The accident was an unfair turn of event in our lives.

Heidi, my wife became paranoid. At the funeral she did not let anyone else stay for her burial but me. Finally she shared my daughter with me. We buried her at the backyard as she wanted Elaine close to her even then. After that day everything changed…….

Very single night she would wait for me to fall asleep, only to go and sleep on our daughter’s bed. By the time the sun would almost rise she used to come and lie down beside me. Like a broken helpless, husband and father, I acted as if I did not know anything about it.

One year passed……it was Elaine’s birthday; the day we lost her.

Heidi did not come back to our bedroom. I walked inside Elaine’s room only to find myself in a juncture of impossibilities.

Elaine in her decomposed body lying beside her mom. She held her tight as Heidi slept on her arm with a faint smile.

It wasn’t a dream.

Soon after I called for an emergency, the para medics arrived only to declare that Heidi was dead. They too witnessed the unanswerable reality.

The house was immediately sealed and I left the town.

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Hi bullies!

So now that the world is under lock down, we are all trapped inside our homes. With no means to maintain the beautification as per the standards of society I guess I have finally come to terms to the one liner marketing scam “be yourself”. It has been hard but not really brutal if I think about it. I wonder how the wannabe mean girls are holding up!

Properly dyed and styled hair,

Chemicals on the face,

Waxed body hair ,

And then comes them gorgeous fake nails.

Bullies are just like these things that we do to get accepted in the society. They look good on the outside to pull you down. Some make it pretty obvious while some like to think they are smart. They are friends with you till they think they want to like you. Next up, when there is an easy opportunity, well they will be the sellouts! It is not hard to recognize such people. Well, it is not a sad blog but coming to think of it, I wonder what would have made these people so insecure that they wanna make fun of others to feel better.

It has been sometime that I have crossed paths with a few of these sorts. Surprisingly, all of them have a common trait- they are all opportunists. Well, of course it is a good thing as long as you do not mentally affect other people’s lives. I mean people, c’mon get a hold on yourself, you do not need to try so hard.

Look at this girl in the picture!

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Perfectly flawed as per the feminine standards of beauty. But she is a definite source of happiness for herself. She is secure enough to click a selfie while the so called imperfections are absolutely visible.

Save yourself that miserable behavior that you have towards a few. You take help of the commercial bullies to look and feel secure. What about that? So just follow your credentials and be a sensible person! Otherwise you are just an abusive one….your actions don’t come on news but you surely get tamed by your silly demon inside!

Wish you all the healing…..

 

The warp on Mother’s Day

That day it rained a lot. I was on my way back from lunch with few of my friends. It was on the other side of the city. Now there’s usually less traffic during the later part of the afternoon. I would have returned home in less than twenty minutes. As I drove past the farmer’s market, I recalled that I had to buy a few things. I parked the car on the other side of the main street and as I got ready to head out, I figured I did not have any umbrella in my car. The rain was unexpected. But what was about to happen was even more unexpected.

Let me tell you, I lived to tell the tale. So no one dies tonight!

I somehow managed to cover my head with my handbag. I crossed the street and I went inside. I bought whatever essentials I needed, paid the cashier and left. There was not a big line at the counter. It was pretty smooth. I crossed the street, got inside the car and drove up the road to home.

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I reached home to a surprise.

My daughters had returned from work and arranged a little party with their husbands and my grand kids. It was Mother’s Day. They had spare keys to my home and how perfectly, they had managed to arrange everything right on time and waited for me to return. I was left in awe and felt complete!

The dinner was wonderful. My younger son-in-law worked as a bakery chef and he has this thing to prove his skills to me every time we get together. Well, good for me- it was delish! It was a full house for that night as both of my daughters planned to stay back with their families. And well yeah, the kids had their summer vacation, so why not?

Surrounded by my grand kids I had to prove my talent in story telling. As I was about to start to tell them about the adventures of Hansel and Gretel, there was a faint noise. Someone was trying to open the door. It was almost 9.30 at night. I was in the living room. So I did not bother the other elders who were in the kitchen.

The door opened before I could unlock from the inside.

“Surprise! Happy Mother’s Day Mama! We wanted to come early but we got stuck in the traffic. Damn! It is pouring crazy. You said you won’t be home for lunch. So we thought may be we would arrive while you were out and prepare dinner for you. Well, I hope you didn’t go to bed already because we are starving and the kids want you to tell them that story, which one was it, Ryan?”, my younger daughter trailed off as she went straight inside the kitchen after a tight hug

“Hansel and Gretel”, the twins shrieked.

“Happy Mother’s Day Mom.” The older one wished as she hugged me.

The house seemed like a party the same way it was just a few hours ago. My younger son-in-law followed my girls to the kitchen while the other one made himself comfortable on the couch. “Are you ok?”, he asked with concern.

I stood there like a rock as I paused to recollect the series of events. It was one Mother’s Day that was warped in time.

It has been 5 years to that night and we still talk about that Mother’s Day like it was yesterday.

Well, thank God, my daughters did not think that I am crazy or did they?

Corona feat. your ex

Of late, I have learned something fascinating about being in my millennial prime. Coronavirus is much like that toxic relationship we once had. The ones who are living the toxic life, its evaluation time!

  • While in the relationship, that kid will keep you miserable to feel superior. Well the only difference is you are not in a relationship with Corona. But the treatment is at par! At first things are under control, until you realize you got played. Just like the virus!
  • That species of ex oozes charm like a wildfire. Its either in the relationship or soon after it gets the best of your happiness, that you realize its not only you, but an entire village of mortals got played. Just like the virus!
  • That creep will creep into your iMessages, slide into your DM’s, text you on Whatsapp, even email you when you break up. Once you fall for it just out of politeness, you are dead. The only solution- distancing and isolation. Just like the virus!

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  • That ex and corona has another similar attribute- they love to threaten the life outta you. That scum will threaten you to go public with your private pictures that you had shared or your embarrassing secrets that it knows. Corona is life-threatening. Period.

There have been enough posts and news about how people have been reconnecting with their exes during the quarantine. Let me tell you, its just the increasing libido because of boredom. Reconnecting with your ex is like talking to a drug dealer after you get released from the rehab.

Ciao!

The Prophet

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.” – Kahlil Gibran

This is a much relevant line for us today!

Last night after a stack of indecisiveness later, I had finally got my hands on to the book The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.

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It is a prose poetry book on 26 different mysteries of the humankind. Usually, I am a reader who likes to visualize every line, every chapter and plot that I read and try to feel how the author might have felt while putting the words together. May be almost, or may be completely in my way. This time it was hella different!

The poet is philosophical but definitely is more than that. He gave a perspective to different aspects of human existence like no other. Sprawling topics like friendship, love, eating and drinking, sorrow, travel, teaching, talking, laws, religion, passion, death among others were unfolded from different corners which a regular mind like you and I cannot think of………the pages turned for itself! The artifices, social conditioning, twisted truths of reality were layered into these beautiful essays.

“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.” 

“Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.”

“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.”

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The Prophet is the first book from the series. The other ones are The Garden of the Prophet and The Death of the Prophet. 

It is a rational paradise for people who look at life as more than just a paycheck earning portal!

It is a masterpiece…..