March 15, 2013 - Legal or not

The morning was as usual, nothing new, same old coffee table, same beautiful and understanding wife, bringing the same good aroma coffee, same newspaper filled with Rape cases. Nothing was new.

Nothing was new or was my heart expecting something, was it a lull before a storm. Whatever it was, I was always prepared, sipping my coffee. My wife as usual had just brushed her wet hair over my newspaper making that special sound of rain dropping.

The water content was a bit more today, Mr. Kalia prepare yourself there is going to be another argument today, the raindrops were telling me. Keeping my eyes on the news I just acted as if there was nothing to say, getting offended was out of question.

Before I could say anything, the girl from my neighbourhood came and greeted me with a smile. If "Dennis" had a female version it would be this Girl. and with my salt and pepper hair I would always pass as the "Grandpa".

"Uncle, you are great" she said. The starting lines told me that she wanted me to drive her to her classes, not because I do that on a regular basis , nor had the price of Petrol fallen, nor my Car runs on CNG, neither do I have any understanding with her parents.

With so many reasons for not driving, you may ask why would I drive to her classes. Simple reason is she had her starting lines "Ur Gr8". These lines always told me, the whole box of Amul Butter is coming my way. So before she started using it I said "U want me to drop you to classes again". She said nothing, just winked and gave me a big smile.

I finished my coffee, my wife had already left to bring the car keys, she knew that there was something which was confusing the young girl, she wanted advice, something she was too shy to discuss with her parents, something she wanted expert advice on, something which was really confusing her.

My wife had just passed the car keys to me, when she came forward to take the keys from me. "You will have to wait for two more years before you take my car keys" I said with a stern voice. She just smiled and just mumbled some words. "What did you say" I inquired. "Nothing" she said and went and sat on the back seat with my wife. "Kya Hua" my wife asked her. She said nothing, and we drove in silence.

But just before she got down she said to my wife. "These politicians are better than you all, you tell us not to drive till we are 18, you do not let us drink till we are 18, and you also do not let us marry till we are 18, but these politicians allow us at 16".

Not knowing what to say my wife just looked at me, and we both drove back in silence. 

Valentine Day

In spite of what you have been told by everyone, 
the truth is Valentine's Day originated hundreds of years ago, 
in the North West Frontier now in Pakistan.

It is a well known fact that men from that region and also the west, 
continually mistreat and disrespect their wives. 

It so happened that in one particular place
each time the man was beating his wife his nephew would also watch 
And was so frustrated about his Taya (Father's Elder Brother)
That when one fine day, having had enough "torture" by her husband, finally chose to rebel by beating him up with a Velan (rolling pin).
The child saw his Tayi (Wife of Father's Elder Brother)
he called out
“Velan Tayi Velan”

And inspired by the call, the Tayi pulled out the Velan and bashed the Taya of the child

It was this cry “Velan Tayi Velan” which became the war cry at that time

Yes....the same Velan which she used daily, to make chapattis for him....
only this time, instead of the dough, it was the husband who was flattened.
This was a momentous occasion for all women and a revolt soon spread,
like wild fire,
with thousands of housewives beating up their husbands with the Velan.

Having been beaten badly the men folk got the news about the beating and burnt all the Velan,
Now with no velan to beat resulted in No velan to cook too.
And so was the Tandoori Roti invented.

As you know that this beating of wife was more of a culture which had come from the west
The news about the beating also spread back to the west
As you can see in most of the middle east and the western countries
they still do not use any Velan
And bake all their Bread till date

It was only when some westerns visited India and saw here that women were given their due respect
Here in India women were even given flowers etc.
The Mogra for their hair do, Roses too,
seeing that men giving flowers
they too went back and gave flowers to get back the love of their wife's.
Seeing their men folk bring flowers
the women there also started to cook with the Velan.
But this time the Velan were bigger and heavier.

So you will see that the Velan in West are bigger and heavier
and in places where they are slimmer they are longer.
and they still use Velan to prepare only a few special dishes.

Now you all know the reason why Valentine Day is celebrated
Why men folk bring flowers to their wife's and lovers

This custom is only done in the community which use to ill treat their women.
So next time when you send flowers to your lover on this day
it is clear to which group you belong.

If you really love,
you will bring flowers when ever possible and not wait for this day only.
This day is now only for those who used to ill treat their wife's

March 21, 2011

With the second cup of tea down in the system, and memories of yesterday's Holi being still fresh in mind, no words were spoken. Today it was Uncle who started the conversation the second time, "What's up" uncle inquired the second time, "You are very silent today?". "Nothing" I replied. "Nothing" he repeated. "But where is the गुजिया and कांजी" हे murmured again, and seeing my wife through the kitchen window he shouted, "Do not worry I'm not going until I have had my share of Gujiya and Kanji" and without taking a pause he added "You celebrate or not, but I have to have my share" Uncle was right, nothing stops, life must always go on my "Chachi" had expired about two months back and there was no mood to celebrate Holi this year in the family, but like each year in the past preparations were made for color and sweets."टेसू" flowers were brought, boiled with a pinch of "चूना" and what you have is good home made herbal water color. Some of the flowers are soaked overnight and the final bath after होली is taken with it leaving a special fragrance on the body.
Colors were made and so was "गुजिया" milk was turned to खोया and that खोया into the filler with coconut and dry fruits, and not to forget "Kanji" was also made.
Like each year a large plate of colors was placed in the verandah.


Seeing newly weds came to play holi bringing red color with them reminded me of the color Red color dress wore by my wife and so was the red bangles wore by my wife, when we got married and the sound it made each time ............ memories are memories.


The Newly weds were still having their share of sweets when the local politician entered with purple color in his hands, so true to himself, like the Brinjal he too had no base... "Thali ka baigan" his black hide thickened with all the corruption did not stop him to mention that Japan was under such a tragedy, with so much destroyed, smilingly he said, if this earthquake had happened here in India, he would have made himself several crores, and a sure seat in the Lok Sabha, true Indian politician Brinjal and so was the color in his hand.


The politician left hurriedly, I presume he had seen our faces turning red, with anger. Then came the a small group of salaried people, with the color yellow in their hands. What was happening why was everyone choosing colors this way, their yellow eyes clearly showing lack of nutrition, with the sky rocketing prices of eatables their raise which they got this December was just not sufficient, making two ends meet was really really difficult.


Had this salaried group not gone far when two with the color green and saffron came, busy arguing on high pitch on matters which I think are so personal and belong to our souls and nothing outside that. Not commenting on either of them I just offered then the combo of Gujia and Kanji, and did not disturb them or their pointless argument.


Then came the youth group, singing "Sheela, Munni and Darling", what uncle you are still with the old .. grow up uncle get yourself some permanent colors .. look here we are into permanent marks, I could see most of them had Tatoos made over their body ... what to say ... speechless I noticed that some were even in compromising positions ... "Do not worry Uncle" one of them said "Radha and Krishna hain ... raas leela hai Sir ... why worry", what about Rukmani I inquired, and added "Faithful husbands n wives go straight to heaven" and prompt came the reply "Rest enjoy the heaven here on earth ... Sir"


They left me speechless too, I had I not played holi, I think I also played Holi, and all had left my face multicolored, and within I was truly red, reminding me of my newly wed days when the world was under my feat and time had stopped, but now I noticed "Time was moving fast and the world under my feat was also shifting" for good or bad I do not know - Maybe you could tell me..... Holi hai .... I shouted and asked my wife for another cup of tea .....

Jan 31, 2011 - Morning Tea

Getting out of bed in these winters have always been a task. Today it required a bit more, not that today was low on temperature or I had gone to bed late last night. It was due to uncle's calling out from down stairs. The smell of coffee or tea had not reached my nostrils, nor the sweet call from my wife, but the sound of marching drums coming from Uncle.



"Where are you hiding today" he called out. With no alternative I just pushed myself out of bed and rushed down. Hearing that I was slow, old and lost my crispness. Pushing a smile on my face I looked around. The "UNCLE" was just missing, not to be seen. Where had he gone. Just as I was about to sit on my chair, a voice again called out "Not There" I looked towards the kitchen from where the sound had come, and I saw "Uncle" carrying the tea and my wife standing behind with a big smile.



Today the tea is going to be strong, really strong. "So dear what have you been doing" saying so uncle sat on my favorite chair. "Heard you have been to your home town, and have you brought my "Makki ka Atta" before I could say anything, I saw my wife carrying a bag full of flour for uncle G., for she knew that "Uncleji" would not leave without his share, and as always I had carried his share packed separately for him. It was because of Uncle that life was never boring. As a few sips of tea rolled down my throat, it was just the right time to utter the words which Uncle had really come to discuss.



First I thought let me play with uncle and not utter those two words, it would be great fun, but when I saw my wife smiling and nudging me to just say it, I pushed in another sip of tea. The sip had not even traveled the short distance from the cup to my stomach, my wife gave me another bigger smile, and before that smile could turn into a frown I said "How's Aunty Ji" with a big smile.



This had triggered a bomb, The sip of tea just froze in Uncle's mouth, and he looked around, seeing that no-one was around Uncle slowly let the sip of tea flow in his system. For many if you ask me "Aunty" is truly a Bomb, and many would just keep away fearing to be hit if exploded, and with the kind of short fuse she has, it could happen any moment. In case you do not find any updates on Facebook be sure she has read this ...



to be continued ...

Nov 27. 2010 - Tea with Lord Ram

Today when I woke up and reached the balcony I noticed that today the tea table had been put on the ground floor, and Lord Ram was already sipping his cup of tea. Saturday today and I was a bit late, quickly I reached down and sat down to enjoy my morning cuppa. what started it all I do not remember but somehow I used the word "Mera" several times during our talks, normally this is a word I try to avoid, not because I do not like it, but it had become a habit since the day I had been enjoying my morning tea with Lord Rama, why I do not know but somehow.



During the conversation I also noticed that Lord Ram was using the word "Ae" a word seldom used by him. Our conversation had not gone long when I stopped and looked at his ever smiling face. "Something is happening which is not normal" I inquired. Why these two words are coming so much in our conversation today, and causing so much irritation and are just not acceptable specially between both of us. Why? I asked again, and he just smiled.



So the two words - "Mera" and "Ae" , is there some connection between them I thought once again, if it had come up today there must have been a reason that was sure. "Mera" would mean mine, something which belonged to me and which was under my control and the word "Ae" is a word normally used in slang hindi to address someone with less importance, some what rude.



As these words came again to my mind, I could see the smile on Lord's Face as he pulled another sip with a small querky sound. I smiled back and said so you want to take away that "Ae" from "Mera" and leave me with "Mara" ( In Hindi the word "Mera" is made of Two Alphabet's and two "MA-TRAs", "Mm" "Ae" "Rr" "Aa" and if this "Ae" is removed, it becomes "Mm Rr Aa" which would mean "Dead" and if "Mm-Rr-Aa" is said in continuation it becomes "Ram" which is the name of the Lord.



This called for another cup of hot tea as the morning chill breeze touched his rosey cheeks.



So what is required is to remove the rude "Ae" from "Mera" or was it removal of the arrogance out of "Mera" and once this arrogance is killed you become one with the Lord.

Tea with Lord Ram (Oct 22, 2010 to Nov 09, 2010

Nov 09, 2010

The smell of coffee always pulls me out of bed ... today the smell of roasting coffee was so great that I slowly got out off bed and walked to the chair. The same old chair has waited for me for the past so many years and so had the small table and so had the daily newspaper , a big bundle this time for I had not visited all of them for over a week, and not to forget my old friend Lord Ram with his smile .... "Late" he said .. "Late" I asked or did I say something else ..... it was something which came out of my sour throat ..... As I picked my cup the fragrance of the long leaf was very clear but had I not smelled coffee when I woke-up and walked to the chair , I was very sure ..... I looked back towards the kitchen and saw my wife smilling and her wet hair from an early bath made me say nothing. I took another sip of the cup of tea. It was refreshing as ever ...... slowly I turned again towards Lord Ram and picked my newspaper "Obama" written all over the newspaper. "Diwali" had come and gone and I had spent most of the time on Bed .... I looked again at the smile ..... "spending my life" I said "Spending it" he inquired ... Had you not talked about death the other day ... had I not experienced one ..... a small twist in his eyebrows and I knew I was wrong, it was not death he had talked nor had I experienced Death, something wrong somewhere Smelling coffee and getting tea .... what ever it may have been but I know there is nothing in "Death" it is just getting born again ... giving rest to the lamp which had been with you for these so many years for the dawn was breaking , a new day starting ..... only the birds know of this and they start chirpping before the light of the the dawn comes ... was I chirpping like the birds today a bit extra than ever ... maybe ... the dawn was breaking ... my birthday was here, new birth I said and sipped my tea, and he just smilled again and I love that more than anythingelse ... while he shifted the pages I asked where is my birthday gift ....

Oct 31, 2010

So its your B'day he said ... not today, I said .... adding nothing more to it .. he just kept sipping his tea ... taking another bite into the butter cookie he just looked at the newspaper and changed pages ...... But why was he talking about the Birthday today, specially when he knew that it was not today ... maybe I have to die today .. and be born somewhere else ..... so my day is coming to an end .. so today I will breath my last ..maybe .... I called my wife and asked her to make one more cup of tea ... give him a chilled one today ... he added .. putting me in Ice ... so it is going to be in the evening being a hindu the last rites are not done after sun set .. so they will have to keep my body in Ice till the next morning ... taking another sip from my tea I asked what's the most interesting news today ...... What do you think of birthday's ? he asked .... I consider them as start .. start of life, the day we are born .... but this was not sufficient .. Was I born on that day ? ... "No" my existance had started much earlier .... this day I just came out of the womb .. but my life started much earlier ... and just the question of my birthday had made me die too .... so was it my death today ... so what is all this ... confused I just took another sip from my tea and realised that it was my last sip of the cup ... adding more from the tea pot ... so your tea is over ... no I said taking another sip from the freashly added tea .......







Oct 30, 2010

Living in a society has its advantage, as we were sipping our coffee today I saw my mother coming,. "Namaste" he said and my mother replied with "Namaste" ... my mother does not drink tea but only coffee, and maybe because of that it was coffee today ... being a scholar in sanskrit my mother would sometimes talk to him for hours and that too in sanskrit. I would just stare at them as if I was watching a Tennis match ... and today was one such day ... spreading the newspaper on the table I just watched them enjoy their conversation .... Today the newspaper has several pages he inquired taking a short break from the conversation with my mother .. "Yes" I said .. today the big crocodiles of the Real Esate have a field day ... I added .... but you provide your services to these crocodiles ... and it is from your input, that helps these crocodiles make their kill my mother added .... "No" I said it is my input which stops them from being crocodile I said ... it is because of me that thousand have been saved from been eaten alive I said again ... hearing this they both smiled and said "namaste" ... but why "namaste" I asked .... will tell you when we return and both stood up and started their next round of walk talking in sanskrit again, how about doing "Sandhi Vished" they said, and I was left sipping my coffee. "Sandhi Viched" is breaking the word and if I looked at "Namaste" it would be made of two words "Namah" and "Te" and it would mean (Namah - Bow/salute/) and (Te - within you) ..... WOW I said now I know why they both exchanged salutation of "Namaste" ..... waiting for them to return and give a better and more to my inquisitive mind ...



Oct 29, 2010

"I think one of the papers is missing he asked, "Sure" I said ... have asked my Newspaper vendor to stop the Urdu newspaper I said ... but Why ? the query came ... Why not ? I queried back ... I was angry at the editor of the Urdu Newspaper, he is expected to be partial, Urdu language is not only for the muslims it is equally liked by the Hindu's too .. till recently, it had been the main language for the north Indians ... I myself had taken classes in Urdu language for the sweetness the language has ... so many have said so much about the richness of the language .... never has anybody said that it is hindu or muslim, what they all have said is that it is rich and that it is sweet ... but today I feel that richness has been stolen away and the sweetness has turned bitter ..... the anger still in me .. I did not want to say all this to him .... keeping my thoughts to myself .. I just told him that I was not happy with the editor and staff of "Rashtriya Sahara" which is suposed to be a national Urdu daily and had so asked with my vendor to stop delivering my copy of the newspaper .... I did not tell Lord Ram that I was more surprised to see the newspaper on the next day of "Dushera" there was no mention about it in the whole newspaper .... the President and the Prime misnister and even Sonia Gandhi and most of the promimnent VVIP's had taken part in the celebrations ... but none were reported ... no news about such a big festival nothing about Durga Visarjan, the newspaper was too biased or had just turned blind .... There is no use reading a newspaper which had turned blind or maybe got biased I strongly felt. Seeing my anger in me and not being expressed, he just gave a smile, and I knew I was wrong ... wrong because I had been influenced by a folly of the editorial staff .... why should this idea of newspaper being Hindu or Muslim come to my mind ..... I was reading the newspaper for the language "Urdu" and its richness and its sweetness ... the content was good and so was the use of the language ... the only thing which made be angry was the absence of a few reports which I expected .....the editorial might be in some pressure from someone but why should I be a part of that pressure .. why should I get angry ... why should I be biased .... "SORRY" ... SORRY I said again and apologised from Lord Ram and went to ask my newspaer vendor to tell him to start the circulation again ..... by the time I returned my tea had become cold and so had my anger... "Your cup of tea is cold now" .. Want to ask for another ? he asked, and we both shared another cup of tea .....





Oct 28, 2010

While we were sipping our tea, my phone started ringing. A call at this hour, must be something important, even my friends and associates from overseas, do not give a call at this hour. I picked the phone it was from my wife saying that she will be late from her walk and that I make the tea. But we are already enjoying our morning tea I said in surprise. If my wife was at her walk and we were having tea who made it ... I looked up keeping the phone on the table, smilingly he inquired, does it not the taste the same ? This was something I never expected, had it been Lord Krishna for whom playing tricks was always always easy, but not Lord Rama. I smiled and asked how ? .... with a surprise. I have tried making tea several times but all my preperations usually found their way to the sink instead of our lips. But this was just as my wife made ... no doubt about it ..... must have been those 14 years that made you so perfect I said ..... Must have been, he smiled back ..... saying nothing more on the tea, I refered back to Kalapana query of yesterday, it needed some answering ..... There were several aspects to her statement - What had made me think so much about it, and so well observed by Kalpana that - Women stay hungry and the husbands feel like God ... Me and my wife had been not in good terms for the last few days and suddenly about two days before "Karwa Chauth" ..... a truce had been called between us .. not that we said anything about the trucem but it had just happened ... and so true, I was intead feeling like God, the whole day ... while I was caring more about her the whole day .. I had not gone to my usual routine work, had called off most of my meetings, told my clients about my not being available to them on this day, seen and enjoyed seeing her in new clothes changing from one occasion to another ...... feeling like God ..... another observation of Kalpana was yet to answered, the fact about women thinking about other men while keeping fast in front of another ....... So dear God how do you feel Lord Rama asked ..... same like you feel I said .. when your devotees come to you with pooja plates singing hymns and thinking about their work, office or friend gossip, thinking about going to movie they are going to watch or have come from, all other things other than the pooja they are doing ... feeling like God he smiled again ... Yes I said feeling like God .. very confident that my wife and myself, we both might have fought, argued but loved each other so much that we both were God to each other, I as a God to my wife and my wife being a Goddess to me.... what a feeling ... this calls for another cup of tea I said as my Goddess returned from her walk .... "Devi" let's have another cup of tea I said ..... had I not completed my sentence and I saw "Sita" coming out of the kitchen with another cup of tea and some fresh cookies ... I smiled again and we all had laughed out loudly sipping our tea once again ......





Oct 27, 2010

Being late to tea is something that I never want to be ... but today was one such day ... as I pulled my chair I saw him taking his last sip of his tea. He asked me what was the reason for my thoughtfullness. I told him that there was a facebook entry by my school friend Kalpana Jaggi which had me think of so many things and it read



All Year Long, couples fight with each other (Not in dis-agreement but being dis-respectful to each other) and then on the day of "Karwa Chauth" Indian women stay hungry all day and pray for their husband's long life. In the evening women dress in all their finery and ornaments and deck up like new bride and make the ...husbands feel like God...... :((

How about being nice and respectful to each other all year long and praying together???How about dressing up for the Husband everyday and making each other feel special every moment??Some women are fasting supposedly for their husbands and yet thinking about another man that they are attracted to ..... ;))

It is a colorful, bright festival ..... just little confusing.



Hmmm he said ... but I was not satified and I could see it on his face that he knew that I was not satified. As always I waited for a reaction some hint. But he gently pushed the table away and took the last sip of tea and said "Soon dear soon" .... Soon what ? ... what soon ? I was getting restless and that was something he never wanted me to be .. so I just controlled myself and slowly asked again.





Oct 26, 2010

"Karwa Chauth" I said teasingly as Lord Ram pulled his chair to sit. Getting up early , very early in the morning, or is it morning yet when you get up to break open a coconut and watch your wife eat her "Sargi" , it is going to be long fast for her from this moment onwards, no food nor water, it will only after the pooja in the evening that a glass of milk will be the first intake and only after the moon rises from the east about 19:59 Hrs that another pooja and early dinner with the family. 20 years now that I have been part of this ritual, 20 years of married life and 20 years of living together... what was i dicusssing today 20 years for me seems to be a life time so much had changed in these 20 years but this day has been the same, the same getting up early if i just substract 14 years from it .. where would it all been .... how did you manage the 14 years I asked ...... the tinge in the smile said it all ... you miss someone and then you realise the importance of that person. Importance of Life and imporatnce of the absence .... we both sat a long time saying nothing .. just sipping our cup of teas



Oct 25, 2010

Since the days of my early morning tea with Lord Ram, I have noticed one thing, there are some days in the month, when I find Lord Ram sitting on chair rocking gently, much before I reach mine. I knew instantly today is the day when there will be lot to dicuss and lot to learn. Today was that day. Having arrived early from his morning walk he was already sipping his tea, teasingly going thru the "Panchang" (Ephimeris) and asked me what I was reading in it. With the last days query of the Golf and its link to life more in my mind I replied that I was looking for days of "Dooba Tara", this year "Venus" sets on October 20, 2010 and rises again on Nov 02, 2010. It is between these days when most of the buying and ceremonies like Marriage is avoided. But this was not what I wanted to discuss, my focus was on Golf and its link to life. Topic started only yesterday. He smiled again and inquired ... How many holes do you play? nine ususally and 18 whenever I can ... Nine in Sanskrit he inquired again. "Naumi" I replied ... same as "Ram Naumi" I added smilingly as this was my time to smile. He inquired again multiply any digit with nine and you get "nine" again I said 9 x 2 = 18 and 1 + 8 = 9, similarly 9 x 3 = 27, and 2 + 7 = 9. anything multiplied by nine is nine I said again, and that 9 was the number of equilibirium, and if one has to take life as a game one is to live it in the equilibirium, your ball may go in the ruff, water or sand hazards, always it will end in an equilibrium. that is how it should be taken. What a way I said and smiled. I was not letting it go, and inquired that I was not satisfied by only this I wanted more. I knew today he had come early and would be willing to answer a few extra questions. Smilingly he said watch your swing dear.





Oct 24, 2010

Being a sunday I woke up early today ... early because I did not want to miss my golf .... a game which we play not against someone else but against yourself ....... you create your own pressures and your own frustration ..... times was slowly passing by and I had been waiting long time for my morning tea ... It seemed today I would miss my tea and Golf too. Soon a whif passed from the kitchen door and I could smell the roasting of cofee beads ... so it is going to be freshly roasted coffee today ..WOW I said meakly .... I knew today I will miss my Golf ... fresh cofee also meant freshly baked cookies .. things are going to take sometime ... and soon from my first floor balcony I could see Lord Ram returning from his morning walk ... being all knowing he smiled at me, as if teasing me that I will be missing my golf today ..... or maybe the coffee and cookie aroma was good for a change. As we both settled down on our chairs, he asked me what do you think is the similarity between Golf and life ........ this made my brain go on a overdrive, not knowing much about either of them, and just learning them with each passing moment, I drew a blank face. But I also did not want to give in without a fight and started to explain Golf that it is a game which we play against ourselves and all the pressures and frustration that we build are our own making. Had I just completed saying this that I realised that life is also the same. You live your life and build your own frustrations and pressures. We all have our own way of going from hole to hole, turning towards him with an inquistive mind I asked him. Is there something to link to 18 hole to life. Taking a bite into the fresh cookie he took another sip of the coffee and smiled .. I knew that there was a link between this 18 hole too ... soon the cookie plate had finished and so had the coffee in the cup











Oct 23, 2010

Today Lord Rama had his usual smile on his face, and while sipping his tea, he inquired if I had told someone about the daily tea session. As i normally do not hide anything from him, told him about facebook and the note I had written. The smile stretched a bit more, and I could sense something, but could not understand. Taking a bigger sip he said "Tea today is different" keeping my sober posture I replied that it had rained yesterday and the morning breeze has a bit of chill, so maybe my wife has added a tinge of ginger in the tea.... keeping his smile he added .. maybe she now knows who you share your morning tea with ... maybe beacuse of that .... Maybe I confirmed ..... hearing it he smiled once again and added that, I may confirm to my wife that he had accepted her proposal to stay with us till his property dispute gets settled .....





Oct 22, 2010

Each morning Lord Ram visits me and we both share ideas and news over a cup of tea ..... today was very different, he was in his thoughtful mood, and looked very tired with pulled up eyebrows he said "How long do you think Supreme Court will take to decide my case .... I told him as things go about 15-20 years .... this made him really go sad ... I asked him ..why the gloom ... He told me ..... Now I really want to settle down ..... from Treeta to Dwapad and now Kalyug lot of water has passed thru the Saryu .... "Sita" has already started a Travel Agency, "Maruti" Nandan is busy making Cars ..... "Shatrugan" is busy in polls at Bihar, "Ravana" has been a big flop at the box office, "Lanka" is finally at peace .... everybody is so busy .... "Laxman" is expected to retire after this Aussie matches ..