Sunday, May 18, 2008

Rufus became a proud father


It feels like yesterday when I went ahead and got this cute 1 month old Golden Labrador into our family. I named him Rufus. On 8th may 2008 my dear Rufus became a proud father of 6 pups. 5 of them are of his color and 1 is black. I hope I get to see them soon. The pups are taureans ! ha ha ! Only a few people would understand what I mean but yeeee I am happy !!

Come home before its late

Ahhh!!! An earth quake !!!!!!!!! All the noises in the background !!! My world turning upside down... !!!! Whats happening !!!!
The voice sounds familiar, I thought... and it was getting louder. A sudden realization that it was my mom and this was no earth quake. It was my mother trying to wake me up in every possible way to go to school !! You are late, she said. Without paying much attention to what she was saying I got out of bed, my eyes still shut and sleepy. Then started the questionnaire round. Have you ironed your uniform, is your bag packed? Have you finished your homework? One answer for all the questions was a simple word "yes". Honestly speaking I had not done any of those. I ate my breakfast and got ready for school as fast as I could. I could hear my autowala (rickshaw driver who used to drive me to school) already screaming my name. "roz ka hai tumhara, tum kabhi jaldi kiu nahi ready hoti " he said.(Same story everyday, why dont you ever get ready on time) . I reached school, kept my bag in the class and ran for the assembly. " You reached !! I have so many things to tell you" my friend said during the assembly. We started talking in between the assembly knowing for a fact that teachers and prefects were around. Luckily we didn't get caught. First class was science, my favorite ! It went well. By the third class, I was bored, hungry and sleepy. It was Hindi class and Mrs Nimbkar was trying to explain to all of us some hindi poem/kavita. I soon got distracted and started thinking about how my life would be when I turn 20 or even older. No school for sure and that was enough to make me smile. Mrs Nimbkar soon noticed that and asked me to explain what she had just explained. Ooops ! I had no idea !! I was in my own wonderland !! She threw me out of the class. Being me I was not at all embarrassed and happily walked out of the class thinking aahh finally a break ! Soon the bell rang and and we had our short break. Me and my friends ate our lunch and gossiped. After three more classes I was totally exhausted, but I was enjoying the day in a way. I liked being at school, cause I was always around my friends laughing and enjoying. During the long break we ran to the canteen to eat samosa. One of the classes turned out to be a free one and we had a lot of fun during that time. We made paper plane's and played in the class. Finally the school was over. My mother had come to pick me up. I sat behind her on her blue kinetic and we went home. I had my lunch, slept for a while. As soon as I got up me and my elder brother got into a fight because I wanted to have cold coffee to drink and he wanted to have something else. We also fought over whose turn it was to help mom make tea.He gave in and then it was time to go out and play. My mom did my hair. Before I left she told me to be back before it gets late. I told her that when I become 20-21 years old I would not listen to her and stay out of the house till late and ran away. We played all sorts of games till late and i realized that it had become dark. I had to run home before my angry mother came to my friends place. After coming home, my grandfather started teaching me maths. It was the day we were going to learn integers. My grandfather was excellent at maths and a lot of fun to be with. Finally with all my homework done It was time to watch some TV. After dinner my dad came up with the idea of ice cream and everyone welcomed it. I went with my dad till ravi nagar Dinshaw's and got pineapple supreme, my dad's favorite. Everyone enjoyed the dessert. This was like a routine in our house. The day was over. It was time to sleep. My brother and I fought some more because he wanted to sleep on my side of the bed. He was also complaining to my mom about the fact that i sneak into his class when he isn't around and talk to his friends and take his pen/pencils which i completely denied :) .Again I was in my wonderland thinking how nice it would be to be all grown up.......
and suddenly I could hear the alarm ring !!!!! WHAT WAS HAPPENING !!! I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND !!! The bed felt different and so did the room ! Where was I ? Everything looked different. I scanned the room and realized this was not home at all. This is where I live in the present. This was Melbourne ! and I was late again ! But this time late to go to work ! The reality struck me hard. Now my mom wasn't around to wake me up, the autowala not around to take me to school ! Hell no school also. No more maths lessons from my dear grandfather.My dear school friends - just figment of my imagination. No samosa breaks. The time when i could just go out to play with my friends without worrying about a single thing - gone ! I am not staying with my parents anymore. I don't get to see them everyday. No more pineapple supreme. I never get to fight with my brother anymore ! The only conversations we have is about the progress of my assignments. As far as my life is concerned, its restricted to university, assignments ...some more assignments and work and a few friends.
I wish I knew that growing up isn't that much fun at all. I wish I had a time machine and I could go back in time. I would always remain in school and this time I would never wish to grow old.
The only thing that still remains unchanged in all these years is my mom saying " Come home before its late".

Monday, May 12, 2008

Monday Mornings

Each week I have a new version of my Monday mornings. These versions vary from burnt toasts and omelette's to missing the train when I am already late. The bottom line is every Monday morning comes with a new recipe for disaster. The story does not change much, the degree of disaster does. Every Sunday night I go off to sleep by 2am or so, after coming home from a late night shift at maccas. Every time I make a resolution that I will kick start the day by getting up early and doing my hair and going for work. According to me the first day of the week shows how your week is going to turn out. Unfortunately, I never hear the alarm ring on a Monday morning and thus instead of me kick starting the week, Monday morning kicks me !
I get up late which forces me either to completely skip my breakfast or end up having something which should look like toast and egg. I have to go without my favorite cup of coffee the first thing in the morning. I can't find anything to wear in my pile of clothes. The clothes I bought very excitedly just look bad on a Monday morning. Finally i make a run to reach the railway station only to realize that I have missed my train and will be late for work. Finally when I reach maccas, I always find myself surrounded by people I dislike which adds cherry to my already bad start.
And yes I have forgotten to mention that there are times when I have to take a cab and even then I am 15 mins late for work.
Through out the day I am sleepy. Things don't work out for me on Monday.
Every Monday morning reminds me of the previous week and somehow gives me a feeling that the current week is going to be even worse.

Note - I got up late today also !!!!