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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Monsoon Mania


Monsoon has arrived in Mumbai and is loving its stay here. Showers in morning, showers in noon, in the evening and at night. Days are dark and nights darker. Cold breeze blowing getting temperatures lower.


Thursday was the day rains began. It poured unexpectedly all over Mumbai and most of us didn’t have umbrella. I was one of them. I was forced to venture in the rains as my kid and guests waited for me.
  
Next day I woke with cold, fever and sore throat. The scenario from my window was the same, dark clouds pouring. My little son came up to me all excited about the rains. There was something special about his excitement. It was infectious. I too began to enjoy the scene. Wet roads, water filled pot holes, colourful umbrellas and raincoats. Birds hiding from rain while few street dogs enjoying the rains. We sat by the window wetted out hands and sprinkled water on each other.


Now, the child in me was growing bolder. Ideas crept in making leaps forward. I asked my son, “Would you like to go for a walk?” I knew he would agree so did he. Soon we were on the street heading towards playground. Our pants folded, holding an umbrella and giggling most of the time.


We walked hand-in-hand while it continued to pour. To our surprise there were enthusiastic lads playing football in the playground. Every kick splashed muddy water and every goal saved had a proof on their cloths. In no time their enthusiasm got injected in my son. He jumped in puddles splashing water on me. With a smile I let him do it. The moment I got a chance I did the same. In one splash he was wet till his waist. For few seconds he was shocked. But, in no time my child comprehended with the child in me and played sportingly.


We were wet, we were dirty, we were enjoying it but we were hungry. Just like a cherry on top of the cake we spotted a Bhuttawala in the rains. In the noise of rain drops corn cracked on charcoal lit fire. A layer of nimboo masala made it a perfect eat. We relished each bite of it. It was delicious.


It was time for me to pay for the corn. There was a problem when I fished my pocket. In all the excitement the money has got wet. The ten rupee note looked as if it was out from a torture cell. The crispiness had vanished; the strength was lost, if not carried carefully it was about to part. I dared to present it to the buttawala worrying he would only deny. But, again to my surprise he accepted it with a smile.I think and believe that the monsoon mania has taken over him, like it did to me, my son, the football players and many more whom I couldn’t see.


Tired we returned home, ate and slept like a log. We woke-up to narrate our expedition in rains to my husband, animatedly. He was shocked and surprised at the same time. He confessed he had missed the real fun. I felt sorry for the child in him; because I know it is no different than the child in me.


I am sure I will cherish those two hours for rest of life. I wish my son enjoys rains all his life and remember this day when he made the child in his mother come alive.


Rains are to enjoy and the best way is to enjoy it child-like.

Please share your best monsoon clicks.
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Monday, June 6, 2011

Turmoil of Emotions, thanks to internet

Deepa pretty looking girl fell in love with Shyam. They worked for the same company. Deepa in IT dept and Shyam in HR. They fell in love instantly and got married immediately. Married life was perfect; frequent arguments, few fights, hugs, kisses - all for love.

On their first anniversary Deepa and Shyam has new, Good News!!! Nine months later they were blessed with a beautiful daughter. They named her Naima. Naima means “blessing” in Arabic. They were truly blessed. Deepa proved to be a dedicated, never complaining mother. She slept for few hours, spend most of her time changing/cleaning nappies, feeding and loving her baby all the time. Naima grew beautiful with each passing day. Deepa joined work while Naima stayed at a day care centre. Though Deepa spent less time with Naima she made sure it was quality time spend, leaving no reason for complaint or regret.

One fine Saturday Deepa felt quite tired early in the morning. Naima has suffered from viral fever that week; which had exhausted her. At the same time Shyam was away on work tour. She quickly fixed up some lunch and played with Naima till late afternoon, waited for the evening when Shyam would return.

After lunch Deepa switched on her PC. She was quite a fine observer. She looked surprised, later her facial muscles tensed which relax the moment Naima cried “mamma”. She was done with her potty. After cleaning and putting her to sleep Deepa furiously browsed her PC, checking pages of websites. After some time she gave up. Turned off her PC and she lay by Naima. She wept bitterly, thinking of what she has read. Peptic ulcer, cancer……. 

Evening passed, night arrived; Shyam was late. Naima has just slept, when Deepa thought of browsing the internet again. Her search was wider this time, new sites were checked. Then she read, “non-steroid drug…….”. She was crying by now.  

The doorbell rang and Deepa ran towards the door, expecting Shyam on the other side. There he was smiling, expecting a warm hug. Instead Deepa cried like a baby. She was hysterical. They managed to sit, and Deepa narrated the entire story of what has happened after lunch, sobbing. “ Naima’s  stool was odd in colour. I checked for information on internet. I read, it is a sign of peptic ulcer or cancer. The odd colour is because of blood presence in the stool”. Shyam was horrified. He could not believe his ears. He tried but could not stop his tears from rolling down. Deepa continued to sob. He could she her lips moving but could not hear her. He ran towards the bedroom and sat staring at Naima.

 
Shyam! Shyam! Deepa cried. Listen to me. That’s when Shyam hear her. Deepa continued, “Just now I came across information which states that use of non-steroid drug may result in odd coloured stool. Last week Naima was treated with non-steroid drug for her fever. She is fine.” 



 They hugged and kissed and continued to weep till Naima woke up from sleep. Realizing how it feels to see your child suffer from a life threatening disease. At the same time thanking God that they are not amongst those unlucky parents.


 
Moral of the story

  • Internet is a vast expanse of information which is subjective and relative. Do not conclude from the information. Do not Panic.
  • Living every moment is life. Live It!