Being me..

I stand and see the years flow by

Learnt to walk with head held high,

Learnt to foresee, learnt to speak 

Learnt to selfsame in trough or peak. 

And then it's me who lived along

I dream of life like a bonita song,

I love, heart full of compassion

I smile, live life, its my passion. 

Penned for “BEING ME- THE HERSTORY MONTAGE” hosted by Indiblogeshwaris. 

Alma mater so dear and old!! - A-to-Z challenge (belated) theme reveal

My roots are in Bihar. The district of Buxar, to be precise. Buxar and Buxarites, as we love to call ourselves, are know for three things - battle of Buxar in 1764, sohan papdi, and late lateefi (not punctual). So I prove it here.

I am late for the A-to-Z theme reveal. I had decided it way back. But I belong to the "express through actions" school of thought. And I failed in this exam. 

Better late than never. So here I am with my theme. A theme very close to my heart. 

Memories of St. Thomas' 

St. Thomas School, my alma mater, where I spent 14 golden years of my life. Fortunately or unfortunately, I have never blogged about my school. And 26 posts are not enough. But the theme is enough for me to successfully complete the challenge. 

A lot of you will so totally relate to my anecdotes about school. I hope you will come back to read them everyday. Sometimes it may be hilarious, sometimes intriguing, sometimes sad. But I promise, there will be no fiction, all truth, for the love for the red bricks.. 

Yonder are the bricks of red

Guarding our dreams and hopes

Alma mater so dear and old

Whose motto we do uphold!! 

Along with the A-to-Z challenge, which will keep my, as a working mom's handful, I have plans to give UBC a go. I definitely need a lot of luck!!

Knocking on heaven's door

No, its not your birthday.  Its not 16th June, neither its 8th November. No its no special day. I am just angry. You still haven't accepted my friend request on FB. How rude. Sampath Atmakury, I will never forgive you, sachhi. 

Do you even remember, stud? I was the one who completed your 1000 scraps on Orkut. You made me write 58 scraps to attain that feat!! huh!! Sab bhool gaya na? Now will you come back, and do the needful on FB? I promise I will spam your timeline totally, till you tell me to FO. 

Well, to tell you the truth - I stalk your FB account, and feel so miserable because I can't message you, or write on your wall - privacy, huh? I feel so jealous of your friends on the friend list, who can message you, and talk to you. Now will you kindly oblige? 

I saved this one, sorry, what a stalker I am. Thank god, some of your pictures are open for public viewing. 
Who suggested you to "knock on heaven's door"? God is super Sampath, he hears our prayers way too quick. Don't do it again. 

Come back soon, ab bahut hua na. You didn't go for such a long trip, did you? I miss you Samzie. 

Left me in tears? You couldn't see me cry!! 

Jai Sai baba!! 

I hope till I die

I wither, my love

I cry with pain

I tremble with fear

I die of shame

I tremble with fright

I see me deter

I loose sheen 

As I fall, I crumple

And then I feel the strength
I see the ray
Come back, my love

I hear you say

My breath dies

My eyes are shut

Am in your arms

In the mountains, in my hut

The Great Indian Chai

In this world of green tea, black tea, vanilla tea, raspberry tea, and the likes, the Great Indian Chai survives and thrives in my household, proud of its accomplishments. 

It's the same Chai, which comes from the 80s and 90s. The chai every morning my grandpa used to prepare for the family. Hot toasts with butter melting on them, dipped in the hot chai. The memory remains for ever. Granny used to brew it every evening, and sit on the floor, next to my study table, quitely sipping the hot liquid. The aroma of ginger and cardamom would fill my nostrils, and was enough to wake me up from my half asleep self, and push me back to homework. The same ek pyali chai, which my rickshaw puller was served on cold foggy winter mornings, before dropping me to the bus stop, 2 kms away. 

As the years passed, I got addicted to the evening tea - the essential cup after work, ofcourse prepared my me. This was way back in 2000s. Mom and I used to sit together and I used to talk about my day. Days full of struggle. Sales targets, project delays, presentation preparations, not to forget the evergreen topic of weight loss, and how to find time for yoga. And then I got married in 2007, to a man who was anti chai. Oh god. So how will I survive. Much to my relief, my mother-in-law, the eternal chai addict, came to my rescue. The chai chemistry we share is unbeatable. That started our bond, and still continues. Point to be noted is hubby dearest has picked up the addiction, sans sugar, ofcourse. 

And now, its 2014, living in a very cold foreign land, Sweden, keeps my love for chai going. I have tasted Chai Latte and a few cafes here as well. 

Well, along with the many cups of green tea at work, I await the evenings to relish the cup of my tea. Every Saturday, my son gets to have his knackebröd (hard bread) with a layer of butter, dipped in the ginger and cardamom flavored THE GREAT INDIAN CHAI. 

PS: Tea is called "chai" in Hindi language.