A day in the life of a TV Serial MIL and DIL  #WTFOW #writebravely

A day in the life of a TV Serial MIL and DIL #WTFOW #writebravely

Movies and TV Serials are exaggerations on life.  The movies have toned down a bit now,  but the TV Serials in the popular TV channels are still in a different world and era.  I have seen TV serials across Hindi and in Malayalam too.  And some friends tell me in Tamil too.  They are simply outrageous.

Typically, the serials revolve around a woman.  She is usually a daughter-in-law(DIL).  She has no other identity.  Her duty is to take care of the rest of the family.  She is an educated person (mostly).  She may be working too (God forbid).

She wears impeccable designer clothes with sober make-up.  A delicate chain or a string of pearls around her neck.  Then there is the mangal sutra (symbol of marriage).  The red sindoor on her parted hair is always in place with the bindi on her forehead.  She also wears kangans which is another married woman symbol in some societies.  She is adept at looking after the family.  She understands them, helps them and does everything for them suppressing her own wishes.  On top of that,  she is also a great cook and can dole out food in a jiffy.  She is deeply religious and fasts on every occasion. Life is good for her.   But, then who will watch the serial if everything is hunky-dory.

Enter the mother-in-law.  She is the supreme commander in the house.  The poor father-in-law is relegated to his office briefcase or newspapers.  Occasionally,  he goes out for walks too.  But, the mother-in-law(MIL) is the soul of the house.  Everything revolves around her.  Unlike MILs in real life,  she is always well turned out.  Mostly, in rich kanjeevaram silks with a spiffy hairdo. The hair is held together with a diamond studded head piece and some flowers.  She wears a diamond nose-ring.  She spends the initial hours of her day with getting her face ready.  Why bother about the rest of the family when DIL is there!  The MIL applies heavy makeup.  The bindi is an art in itself.  Red lips, kohl eyes with wings,  designer bindi,  silk sari,  heavy bangles and rings,  designer neck pieces and earrings and she is ready to face the world. Continue reading

Memories I treasure    #WTFOW #writebravely

Memories I treasure #WTFOW #writebravely

At the beginning of this year,  I had chosen the word ‘discover’ as the word of the year for me.  One of the concepts I wanted to discover more was the Joy of minimalism.  I have been consciously inculcating it in day-to-day life leading to many subtle changes.  I discovered there is no joy in possessing more materials.  I no longer feel the urge to rush to sales or the home decor shops.  The real joy is in treasuring our relationships, our memories and our time.

I believe in using my time to make more memories.  As that is what will remain with us throughout our lives.  Tell me, do you feel happy when the bank sends you an SMS saying ‘Salary is credited’.  Of course, you do.  But, how does it compare with an SMS/Whatsapp from a friend, or that phone call from someone in the past.

“One day, your life will flash before your eyes.  Make sure it’s worth watching.”

I do not want to be on my death bed to think about a cherished life.  I want to think about it now.  It has to be the face of my sons when I saw them for the first time, the heady days of an innocent love, the crazy outings with friends. Everything to do with a rush of emotions,  a moment to treasure forever.

As we grow older,  we become more practical and cynical.  And we wonder will we ever feel the same heady rush of our teenage years.   Our outlook on life is now tinged with our life experiences.  We hear of exhausted or divorced friends who will make jokes about relationships and forward them on Whatsapp.  The friends who try to look younger with each passing year,  competing with their children.  Friends going on fabulous vacations around the world.

But,  what I really treasure are memories.  Some are downright silly.  On Sundays,  I like to wake up before the family.  I like to simply watch them sleeping peacefully.  I tip-toe onto my children’s bedroom,  pull the curtains closer, watch them for a while. My elder son with his one hand on the ubiquitous mobile.  The younger one with the blanket covering his head.  Sometimes, running my fingers on their hair.   I know this will change soon,  in a not too distant future.  Then  I tip-toe back to my bedroom to see the husband snoring away to glory with hair sticking out on the pillow.  I know this will not change.  It is the loveliest sight and my most treasured one.


I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6.  Today’s prompt is to write about a treasure. 

Lost     #FridayReflections #shortstory

Lost #FridayReflections #shortstory

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I felt the constriction in the chest.  It felt like dead weight on my throat. I couldn’t speak.  My  eyes widened but I couldn’t see.  It felt tight.  The tears still dry.

Not now.. not now.  Let me get home.

Thank God, today everyone is busy.  Even the receptionist who would otherwise have been just painting her nails.

I wish today was another day when I could have shut out everyone and cried?.

Roma had called frantically.  ‘Sumit is engaged,’ she said ‘and you did not tell me.  I thought you are still a couple.’ Continue reading

Book Blitz : Finding the Angel by Rubina Ramesh

Book Blitz : Finding the Angel by Rubina Ramesh

FINDING THE ANGEL
by
Rubina Ramesh
 
 
 
Blurb
 
All She wanted was love…
 
Shefali is a die-hard romantic. Having lost her parents at a very tender age, she is in search of a place which she can call home. Her passion for Art lands her a job as an art curator to the famous artifacts of the Ranaut Dynasty. When she meets the scion, Aryan Ranaut, she feels that her dream might come true until…
 
All He wanted was to trust…
 
Living the life of a modern day Prince is no easy task for the young and dashing Aryan Ranaut. Having lost his father to a rapacious woman, Aryan has severe trust issues. But upon meeting Shefali, he feels he could let down his guard. Until…
 
All They need is to find The Angel…
 
Just as Aryan realizes his love for Shefali, one of the most precious artifacts, The Angel, goes missing from the Ranaut collection. All fingers point towards Shefali—more so because she leaves the palace without telling anyone on the very night of the theft. 
 
Finding the Angel is a story where duty clashes with love and lack of trust overrides passion. Under these circumstances, can The Angel bring the star-crossed lovers together?
 
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Rubina Ramesh is an avid reader, writer, blogger, book reviewer, and marketer. She is the founder of The Book Club, an online book publicity group. Her first literary work was published in her school magazine. It gave her immense pride to see her own name at the bottom of the article. She was about 8 years old at that time. She then went to complete her MBA and after her marriage to her childhood friend, her travel saga started. From The Netherlands to the British Isles she lived her life like an adventure. After a short stint in Malaysia, she finally settled down in the desert state of USA, Arizona. Living with her DH and two human kids and one doggie kid, Rubina has finally started living the life she had always dreamed about – that of a writer.

 
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Guess my Sun Sign   #FridayReflections

Guess my Sun Sign #FridayReflections

Winter is too cold,  summer is too hot.  I love the heavy rains,  but a hot summer ends up with the most beautiful rains.  Does that help you understand my sun sign?  Maybe not.  Let me try a bit more. I will speak up on what’s on my mind and tell you directly whether you like it or not.  But,  it will be with the sweetest smile on my face.  And,  I will not hate you.  As, life is too short to hate anybody but there is lots of time to love all.  Got it?

Hmph!  Let me give you another chance.  Or why don’t you tell me,  what can you not understand?  Let’s see if there is a way to arrive at a solution.  Now,  did you get it finally?   Continue reading