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I was on phone, when I heard the sobbing. It was Tisha, my soon to be three year old girl. I put down the phone, excusing myself, and rushed to the kids room. (It’s a very good excuse though, to put down phone and save yourself from long boring phone conversations. Oopsie!!! spilled my secret. )
Coming back to my girl, Tisha. She was crying in her room with her hand covering her mouth. She is full on drama, and when she wanted to add some extra special effects to her crying, she would put a hand over her mouth and nod her head slowly, in every possible direction. Even if there will be no tears, she will close her eyes and pretend that she is crying hard.
This time she was really crying(with tears), actually sobbing, with her hand covering her mouth. 😦
I was confused, as to why was she crying? She doesn’t looked hurt. Even boys were asleep in their room. No one to hurt her or tease her. Then why?
So, I asked her.
Me: What happened, Tisha? Why are you crying?
Tisha: I don’t have any pant.
Me: What?
Tisha: I have no pant.
I looked at her cupboard, which was all upside down by the way.
Me: Who created this mess? And what happened to all of your pants?
Tisha: I don’t have any pant. (this time louder)
I picked out a black pant from the mess, which was a neatly foiled clothes rack earlier. By the way, she has more clothes than both of my boys have combined. Still….
Me: You wanna put on this black one?
Tisha: No. I don’t like it.
Me: (Picked another one), You want to try this red one.
She finally agreed to wear one, but only when I promised to buy some new clothes for her. Good thing is that kids forget about promises very soon, bad thing, my girl is growing fast, and soon she will be a three year old lady.
God, help me, and please send some cash next time along with your blessings. 🙂
“Queen Takes King”, with a title like that, you expect a thrilling and fast paced battle between the sexes. Alas, this book has failed on so many levels.
This one was also my unplanned venture into reading a book without any prior knowledge. Sometimes I like to randomly pick a book and look for anything interesting in it. This time it was the cover page and title of the book that did the trick. Whoever has said “Don’t judge a book by its cover”, must have been talking about “Queen Takes King”.
This story is about Cynthia and JacksonPower, The Power Couple of elite and high-class society. Power couple, who were married for twenty-five long years and just when they are celebrating their big anniversary, tabloids decided to spice up their married life, by introducing a triangle called Lara to their life. Lara a successful (but not so successful in her own eyes) TV anchor/journalist. Lara is a modern woman with ambition, dreams who thinks of making it big in media world. Everything get ruined for all the three main characters when affair between Jackson and Lara became main subject of Gossip magazines.
Now, what will you expect the story to do from here? I would have expected it to go ugly. I would have expected Cynthia, the wife, to take charge of her life and diminish the third unwanted character in her life. I wanted her to take a beautiful strategic revenge on her cheating husband. I wanted Lara, the girlfriend, to control the man, Jackson. I wanted Lara to show that she is not an ordinary affair, that she can’t be taken advantage of. Above all, that she has full control over her life, job and ambitions. I wanted Jackson, the husband, to feel remorse for breaking up a marriage, but I also wanted him to come clean of it. I wanted him to give a closure to his wife,to tell her that she is not the reason(or, if she is the reason behind). To tell her, that it’s actually him who is failing. Or, to really twist the story, and fight. Fight with full passion and Power.
Oh, but I want so many things. Who cares?
Only thing that the Power couple seems interested about was getting divorce and that’s all. Some side characters are more interesting than the main ones, like Cynthia’s psychiatrist, or her lesbian daughter Vivienne, Adrian the bartender. But, the most charismatic is “the devil”, Jackson’s father. He has all the wicked and crooked characteristics of a business tycoon.
Story was pretty clumsy in the end. No one seems to have a proper closure. Only thing that this book seems worth is to turn it into a high-class divorce drama movie. In fact, sometimes it felt like I was reading the script of a movie. 🙂
It’s movie rights are already sold, and I am wondering who will play the leads in this divorce drama.
Who cares? I am not going to waste any money or time on that movie.
“Abra Ka Dabra” or “Gili Gili Choo”, magicians would say something like this and magically a handkerchief would transformed into a beautiful pigeon. Magic!!!
I have tried saying those magic words, so many times, but not even once I am able to turn any of my hankies to a bird or even to a cleaner hanky. 😦
But, there are some magic words, not to put a lifeless thing to life, but rather turn a sorrow to a smile or a frown into compassion(Vice Versa too) . “Thanks” and “Sorry” are these magic words.
Thanks or Sorry
Today celebrations are going on forThanksgiving day. I am seeing the grand Thanksgiving parade (not in downtown 😦 but, on TV). Showing all my favorite cartoon characters, beautifully choreographed dances and live songs, big balloons and vibrating atmosphere. Loving it. Kind of reminds me of Republic Parade of India gone wild. 🙂
Thanks or Sorry
Thanksgiving is a harvest festival celebrated to say thanks for the harvest season, for the food that we are blessed with. Coming to think of it, in India, almost every festival is centered around the basic theme of harvest. Be it Hindu Calendar‘s new year, Makar Sakranti, Holi, Pongal, Onam, Ugadi or Bihu…. so many of them.
Coming back to the Thanksgiving day, my curiosity took me to thinking, what would a Happy Sorrygiving day would look like? Interesting, right!!!
Thanks or Sorry
Just imagine a day when whole extended family is sitting on a big dining table, came together to say sorry to each other for each hurtful actions that they have done. This time, no one wants to go first. Everyone is waiting for others to start. Just then, grandpa stands up and says ”Sorry son, but I have changed my will, and now after my death, all my money is going to my twenty year old girlfriend.”
Grandma‘s turn “oh dear… how should I say, but dear daughter in law, I have never liked you. I am sorry, but you are so ugly. I mean, just look at my son and you….”
Kid’s turn – “Dad and Mom, I am sorry, but I don’t feel sorry for any of my action. Go, shoot me.”
Thanks or Sorry
Father’s turn – “Dear wife, I am sorry. But, I think I am gay and I want a divorce. I am now in love with my best friend Gary, soon we will marry.”
Mother’s turn – “I am sorry hubby. But, Gary is not gay. In fact, our kid is actually, his kid.”
A loud thunder and lightning. God’s voice is heard “I am sorry, guys. But, your time is over. Come back, all of you.”
Thanks or Sorry
Hmmn….Doesn’t look like a good idea to me, to celebrate this Sorrygiving day. Lets, focus only on Thanksgiving.
Thanks or Sorry
On that note, I would like to thank every one who has motivated me and inspired me in my life, my family, my friends, my critics, enemies and above all my dear humorous and fun-loving God. Thanks. Keep smiling 🙂
I have spent almost half a year in America, and to think of it, it looks like just yesterday, when I landed here.
It was not my dream to come here, yes I am being honest. I have passed on many such opportunities, when I was offered to go to another country for work related assignments. Reasons for not doing so were always personal. Never wanted to leave the people I loved behind. To be frank there is no point in going anywhere, be it the best place on earth, if you don’t have the company of your loved ones.
But, this time was different. I am here with my family, and this is what matters.
We all have some preconceived notions about the foreign countries and the people there. I had some too. Western country meant western influences, fast paced busy lifestyle, no family values, less warmth in relations, racism, no respect for elders and blah blah…. It’s a general notion about westerncountries, that we people from east of the world has. At least I had. Partially have to blame Manoj Bharat Kumar, for making films like “Purab aur Paschim”, etc…. (You can blame anything on media J )
So, I was talking about the preconceived notions. Some of them I feared seems coming true, when I saw the stiff crew of British Airways. Very British. But, that was just the flight or maybe my disturbed sleep in the long flight.
As soon as we changed to American Airlines, we felt the warmth of smiles around us. Since then, I have happy and smiling faces around me. Coming from a country that boast of its friendly culture, I was surprised to see that Americans seems to be much friendlier. Wherever we are, on the road, in a mall, gym, pool, just anywhere, passerby strangers were greeting us with a short Hi and a broad smile. It does feel welcomed, when people are so gracious.
They are not only courteous but helpful too. From our hotel staff who cleaned our room numerous times (courtesy my three messy kids), with a smile on their face. A friend who despite our first meeting helped us out, and drove us to our hotel when we didn’t find any taxi. She even called her daughter, who was actually sleeping peacefully in her home at that time, to help us. Our neighbor, who volunteered to help us in moving our furniture. The gorgeous ladies in the pool, who helped me in my swimming lessons. Even helped me with one of the swim supports and water goggles. Staff at the gym nursery, who look after my kids, changing them, feeding them, singing and playing with them. My old neighbor who gave a parting gift, a beautiful dressing table, to my daughter Tisha. Everyone that I have met here, seems like a friend.
Recently, one of my friend shared her ordeal. She belonged to south of India and thus had hard time making friends here in USA with the north Indians, Punjabis and Gujaratis living here. She told me that non Indians are more friendlier to her then we people who discriminate based on caste and color. It’s sad but true. I could never have realized it, If I won’t have left my country and came to a foreign land, to experience a new culture.
Another thing that I have noticed, is the ease with which you can be just yourself without ever bothering about what others would think of you. Being a girl, I feel good when no one is ogling at me, no matter what I am wearing. I can walk without any passerby making lewd comments at me, or trying to disrobe me with their eyes. It’s a good feeling. Good to feel respected as a girl.
It feels good when people hold doors for you and your kids, even when you have never seen them before. Good to see cars driving slow in the neighborhood. Or people in cars stopping for pedestrians to cross the road, waiting patiently, smiling and waving a friendly hello. Feels good when people ask you, if you gave candies to your kids, before actually sharing them with kids. Feels good, when your neighbors greets every time they saw you, but never impose themselves or intrude in your household matters.
There are so many small things which have made my stay here, wonderful. Surprisingly, most of them had nothing to do with where I am, but with whom I am.
It could be that I have met only good people here or maybe people are really good here, but I am surrounded by nice souls and I am happy about it. 🙂
About, my preconceived notions. Well, now I don’t prefer to go by any kind of notion, am just trying to have my own experiences.
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