Monday, November 26, 2012

The fight, the return!

While flipping through the channels today, I came across this program "Zindagi abhi baaki hai" which was centered around Yuvraj Singh and his fight through cancer. It was about his treatment, his tough times, his weak moments and his indomitable spirit. It talks about what a patient goes through, the agony and the pain of knowing whether one will survive or not. The program also featured his mother who was with him all throughout during his treatment in US.

Before Yuvraj became an icon of inspiration, there was Lance Armstrong who won over his fight with cancer and became an athlete of great fame. He has fallen from grace for reasons known to all, but the fact remains, that he too won over and is/was a living legend for people all over the world. Yes, it is quite debatable whether he was anything ever to go by, but the credit of holding on and hanging on to life when it starts crumbling will always remain commendable.

The very gorgeous Lisa Ray and the pop queen Kylie Minogue, both also suffered from cancer. They too fought and got back with greater verve. And, I am sure, that there are many others who did the same and have been written about for years now but you know dear blog it is one thing to read about a celebrity and quite another to watch a dear one go through the struggle.

I lost my paternal grandfather when I was very young, he was suffering from cancer and I had no idea. All I remember is he giving me money to buy chocolates and bangles. Now, when I understand what it is all about, I see my maternal grandmother going through this. She has become frail and is reduced to a tiny frame. She used to be such a stunning woman till even a few months back that I shudder to think, what has happened. She was energetic and always in praise of her lord. It is painful and extremely difficult to believe that sometimes she needs assistance even to tend to her most basic needs. But, my badi mummy is no less than the people mentioned above, she is equally gritty or more for age is not on her side and neither her life partner but she braves it all and I know that this time round when I meet her, she will be healthier, happier. Inshaallah!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The nights and the lights

Nights and lights, aren't they similar sounding words. Words which mean very different things but sound so similar. No no, dear blog, I am not going to write about phonetics today but about a revelation which I had right now.

As a child in school, I had learnt what causes days and nights. It had to do with the rotation of earth around the sun and on its own axis. Now, many many years later, the scientific reason has ceased to exist and I feel that nights exist so that tired eyes, pained bodies and restless souls get some relief. It is an extraordinary way in which people lose touch with their conscious level and relax for few hours. My mom commented once something to the effect of:

Thank God, for there are nights
Hunger, pain, worries, cold
All get some fleeting respite

Lights serve a somewhat similar purpose. Diwali is round the corner and it is beautiful to see houses, streets, arcades being lit up with all kinds of colorful, ostentatious, graceful lights. With lights all around, I have seen the mood being enlivened. The hunger, the pain, the cold remains but all of it has alleviated for sometime. You know dear blog, people need reasons to be joyous about and festivals are these reasons. A week or so before, when I was excitedly hopping in Durga Puja pandals, I saw, how happy people were. The same people, who washed, cooked, cleaned in the morning, wore their best clothes and had the seemingly sumptuous but unhealthy food with glee. The help at our home - Chanda told me that she is on leave but she wants to come and get a picture clicked with me. I smiled and said of course. She came as promised, looking like this pretty, girl next door. Her enthusiasm knew no limits. She got me a box of sweets too and then merrily we went about smiling and posing.

Thank you God for the nights and thank you Mr Edison for the lights! :)

Saturday, November 3, 2012

101 ways to embarrass yourself

I have been quite a joker since the beginning. There have been so many ways in which I have embarrassed myself that I can't help but laugh. This time around, I thought I shall make a written note of all those super silly ways and then go about referring it as and when, I want to give the gift of a laugh or two to other people.

So, I begin with the most tried and tested way with which I have been embarrassing myself. It is none other than the great grand fall which can happen just about anywhere, anytime. I can recall at least 40 different places and occasions where I would have fallen, fallen without any reason whatsoever. Once, there was this inter school dance competition in which I had participated. It was a group dance and we had prepared real hard. We were waiting with bated breath for the announcement of results and it was this adrenaline rush, when our name was called out. All of us ran to collect our prize on the stage. I reached there, ecstatic and energetic, and when only 2 steps were left, I fell and landed myself at the feet of the guest of honor. I cannot express in words, how embarrassing that was, with a meek smile, I got up, took my prize and hurried back with shooting pain all over. This was when I was 14 and now more than a decade later, I am no better. I along with three of my colleagues was taking a flight from Mumbai to Delhi. There was some madness but nothing so spectacular had happened which would make one miss a step on the stairs. But, I missed and then went flying upwards and then downwards (damn, the gravity!) landed with a thud. Who falls on the airport really, but I did and with such a comical way. My colleagues rushed towards me, trying to help me and there was this lady who did her best to straighten my that leg which wasn't hurt. Just try and imagine dear blog, a grown up working girl (yes, I refuse to call myself a woman) crying and laughing at the same time because she fell and hurt herself.

Next is the embarrassment which comes by acting smart or sweet whichever you may like to call. I will elaborate on this point. It has always been my endeavor to never embarrass other people so what happens is that I try and be like the other person. For example - one aunty whom I met at my granny's place, asked me which standard I was in, since she asked this in Hindi, I decided to reply her back only in Hindi, I said sweetly "daswi mein", she gave me a quizzical look and replied, "Ohh, so boards this time". I am all for Hindi, but that time, it was neither required nor necessary. There are many more ways, like dancing like a maniac when everyone is sober and noticing you from head to toe, like taking noisy rhythmic hiccups in a room full of suited uptight people, like giving wrong answers with such assured confidence, like bitching about someone when he/she is still hanging in the vicinity, like smiling through lips but showing it all through eyes!

P.S - You may please contact me for the rest 93 ways to in which you can embarrass yourself! :)