dreamland

She woke up hearing her daughter crying. Radha, her 5 year old daughter, had another nightmare! She held her daughter closely wondering when will this even end. When her daughter stopped crying, she put her down and looked at the innocent face sadly, knowing things will never be fine for them! She got up to get ready to go work. One glance at kitchen and she realized that the stock will get over in few days. How will they survive after that? No one will let them buy anything even if she is ready to pay. Soon time was up to go to work.  Work - Cleaning the old lady's house in the other corner of the village who felt pity on her and still employed her. But she knew that the old lady was counting her days and the day she dies,  her own world will stop! As she and her daughter were walking through the narrow path, people looked up and stared at them. She felt their gazes piercing through them as if she was being stabbed. Men looked down as if she deserved to be ogled at. Women lo...

The Lunchbox Am not going to write review of the movie where most of it would be what the movie is all about! For that you can read this link or all those reviews thats making rounds! These are my thoughts/reflections after watching this movie. After English Vinglish, This is one such movie which brings into light how a woman gets entrapped in married life and loses her individuality and is taken for granted! Be it Ila or her mother or Mrs.Deshpande(the neighbor); each woman portrays life of so many women in our society , where their life after wedding revolves completely around their husband. Each stage of how, they as person have got so lost that even though they are lonely still they can't imagine a life alone! The difference from English Vinglish is that this movie has another angle, that of Men - of an Old man who is facing a life of retirement and a young man whose life is just starting!  The loneliness and  longingness of having someone around, of the small plea...

Appreciation: This is something we all yearn for! A hard day’s of work and when someone appreciates we feel happy. That small joy becomes worth all the troubles we take. There are times when we feel all our efforts are wasted when we are not appreciated on time. And worst when we end up feeling that someone else is being appreciated for what is due to us. On one side, it’s the professional environment set up, where one appreciation mail from client helps you tremendously or from supervisors/managers. And other side, even in personal life, when you cook something and your parents appreciate you, or siblings appreciate you for some support or some relative/friends appreciate you we feel happy and acknowledged. We truly become a part of that group which recognizes you be it in any situation/ reason! Why do we remember grandparents who only appreciate us, or that school friend who always gave thumbs-up when you won something, or that uncle who would appreciate wh...

It was just another day and time was 6.30 pm.  He was going back home from work, when he saw them! He looked shocked. How could she let this happen? He barged into the house and started shouting – “Madhu..Madhu… ” Madhu came out of the kitchen scared. “How could you let this happen” She stared at him clueless. “You let our daughter, preethi, play outside in road again. How may times have I told you that its dangerous” She sighed and looked out of the window, their 7 year old was playing with her friends in the street which is normally very quiet. “What if some bike comes fast and hits her or Auto? The Auto stand is nearby only” She again went inside kitchen as he kept shouting. She was tired of the paranoid father , her husband Mohan and his obsession for Preethi’s safety/welfare. Do not let her go by school bus – Drivers drive rashly Do not buy/use  any glass items – Preethi might break and hurt herself. Do not use table fan. Preet...

Cursing no one in general, he climbed the stairs to the 3rd Floor. Office had closed by 3pm thanks to Cyclone warnings. But as soon as he entered the apartment, security told him that there was no power. He got into his flat. Throwing his bag to some chair, he went to change his dress. He saw the time - 3.30 pm. With wind blowing heavily, dark clouds looming in the sky ready to open up any time and no power, he lay on the sofa and took his mobile. To his dismay, battery was almost drained. He had forgotten to charge the mobile after listening to songs till late night. Looking outside from the window he soon dozed off. *Chan chan chan* *Chan chan chan* He woke up with a jerk. *chan chan* It was pitch dark and he heard the clattering of anklets. His heart skipped a beat. It took him a few minutes to realize where he was.He took his mobile for light and then remembered that it didn't have battery. Cursing himself for being such an idiot he got up from sofa. Slowly he started walking ...

Taking the pan In the hand Cooking the food fast To not be in office last I looked here and there Thinking I missed scissors where When i heard him come as usual on time I looked at him Looking all trim and slim Tracing his looks I found it in hook Opening the pack And keeping it in rack I got busy with work As he waited for his perk As I hummed the tune The time passed soon He made angry sound Forcing me to turn around I looked at the clock It showed 10′o clock I kept the morsel of rice Only to hear his cries I tried ignoring But couldn’t help noticing I looked pleadingly He stared Angrily He walked up and down With a frown While I took the clue And finished making stew I again looked at the rice Trying to look at him nice But he had the sway And simply looked away Finally I gave up And added stew on top And kept the food for him And he ate every bit of them As i watched with pleasure He smiled in lei...

The Phone rang. She woke up with a jerk. The Clock said 5AM. Hesitantly she picked the call. Son – “Hi Ma. Did I wake you up?” Mother – “No Son(Yawning). What happened?” Son – “Nothing. I just wanted to know how to make Semolina Upuma.” Mother – (Sat in chair Sighing) “ok. Note it down. Do you have ingredients?” Son – “What ingredients should I use?” Mother – “Ok, A few spices like…” Son – “I know what spices and have it here” Mother – “Ok, take a Pan and…” Son – “I know I should use Pan. Then?” Mother – “Pour a bit of oil and spices and …” Son – “Which oil?” Mother – “Which oil do you use for Vegetables?” Son – “hmm ok Oil and then?” Mother – “Add 2Teaspoon of oil and..” Son – “You shouldn’t use so much of oil. What next?” Mother – “And then add water and let it boil. When the water is boiling till..” Son – “Ma, I know how to boil water,  then?” Mother – “Add salt and then Semolina.While adding Semolina…” Son – “I know how to mi...