The husband lunged from above me to hold the handle and applied brake to the scooter. He was just in time else I would have hit another two-wheeler. There were equally angry honks from behind me. But I looked into the scooty mirror to check that my hair is in place. I smiled at the other drivers who looked menacingly at me and the husband.
It was the 23rd day of my scooty training by the husband. As someone who hates to step out of the house in the evenings after work, he had shown remarkable patience. He was trying to teach me to ride a scooty. Sounds simple, but it was far from it. I was in my late thirties, mildly over-weight (that’s what the BMI checking folks said) and never learnt to ride even a bicycle. My only tryst with driving was when I rode my tricycle with my two year old sister inside the one room kitchen apartment of my parents. And here I was trying to ride the scooty with no concept or idea of any kind of driving. In short, I was driving my husband nuts. I did not know when to accelerate, or when to slow down, when to brake or how to handle the numerous bumpers on the Indian road. To top it, I was not even riding in a straight line, I hated honking, and forgot to put the indicators. Or when my husband screamed, I would take my eyes off the road to look down at the handle bar for the switches. After the 23rd day, he finally gave up saying he has no patience anymore to teach me. Even a cow would have learnt to ride a scooty by now. It led to a big, lets say disagreement, fueling my desire to learn to ride. Continue reading
Two days back one of my friends visited me after a long gap accompanied by her 3 year old girl. The three year old immediately started exploring my house and jumping and running around. Finally, she got tired and jumped onto a chair and tucked her feet on the edge of the chair. I heard my friend admonishing her and saying ‘chaddi dikhayechhe, tu seedhi baith’ means ‘Your underwear is showing, sit straight’. It was a bit of a shock for me as I do not have girls and I do not really worry about such things. But, then I realised that the times we now live in, every bit of cautiousness is needed. Making a three year old understand that someone will look at you with as a sex object is horrifying. Continue reading
So, did you see Padmaavat? No? Did you read the open letter written by Swara Bhaskar to the director? No? Do you watch news? No? That explains it. The movie has been in the news since the shooting started, piquing our interest and sustaining it for so many months. That is rather unusual for any of the recent movies. The unprecedented coverage given by the news channels to this movie which was all of course, free of cost, has definitely had the people flocking to the theaters in hordes. Frankly, there is not much in the movie. It is just that the Queen Padmavati commits suicide because her husband has died and she does not want to be captured by the victors. Continue reading
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Neil walked into the flat late in the night. The office party was a disaster. His thoughts kept going back to Shruti. Shruti needs help, he thought. He himself would like some support. He thought of the one person who can set Shruti right.
He had dialed Niti’s number. She had picked up immediately as if she was waiting for his call.
‘I was about to call you,’ she said. Continue reading
Shruti rummaged through Neil’s clothes in the laundry basket and sniffed them. She was rewarded with a whiff of alien perfume. She checked his pockets. Just the odd railway ticket and some bills.
She explored his study table, read his scribblings on the notepad. She turned on the laptop and logged in to Facebook. Neil was tagged in some pictures near the rail terminal yesterday. There he stood smiling gloriously into the cameras. Perfect. Handsome Neil. On his left was another male colleague, but who was this new femme on the right. She decided to ask Neil about her, maybe invite her for some coffee. But why wait for coffee time when she could just ask Jenny. Continue reading