Tacit

2007...It was a Friday evening. By the end of another usual day in office, I went to see a school friend. Walking down a lane somewhere in Andheri (a city in itself, in Mumbai), I got lost. While wandering in the concrete jungle I met a girl, somewhere in her early teens. I enquired her about the route to my destination, "excuse me, can you tell me the way to four bunglow!". To which she quipped, "AUNTY.......", the rest of the statement did not register in my mind. My brain went into an endless loop trying to process the novel word that was just used to address me. That was my first tryst with this utterance. Being just 25 I was finding it difficult to accept the gesture that the teenager showed towards me. But knowing children to be purest form of souls, I had already lost the choice of doubting my aging factor. That moment I ignored the thought of getting to my friend's place. It was a Black Friday...it was my doom's day. 2010...A Tuesday morning. Pul...

"Mera Bharat Mahan" , no I am not being satirical....I am speaking my heart. I don't remember when was the last time I really felt so good about India!! In fact, just a few days back  I asked my husband, "given a choice of good job anywhere...where would you prefer to stay?" To which, his answer was..INDIA.. Well, to be  honest, somehow I was not convinced. If the same question was thrown at me, I would have said US or Europe or may be another place...but India!!! I was not sure then, but today. Today, I am more than happy to be in India. So, why am I feeling so strong about this country today!! What went right, or may be wrong, that I sit back and smile at this day, to an extent that I am writing about it!! Before I tell you about it, you must know when it's about encounter with strange, weird, bizarre things, my timings are really great. Now, to start with, the first peculiar thing here is -my office hours 7.00 am- 4.00 pm. Working in media means yo...

On my way to office, I generally take a train to Kurla , from there another train to Dadar and finally a bus to Worli . Today was no exception, untill I boarded my second train to Dadar.... . After hanging out of the train for quite sometime, finally, when I got a chance to step inside the haphazardly crammed compartment, I saw one of God's unique creations, a lady in salwar kameez (probably heading to office). She had a huge built, was tall and had a heavy voice. She stood in front of me, or say, there I was standing right under her nose. I had to get to the other end of the compartment. Seeing no place to move, I asked the lady where was she getting down. " Matunga ", she said, in an unconcerned tone. I cleared my throat to match her thick voice and asked her to exchange the place as it would have been convenient for both of us. I moved, but she didn't. Instead she screamed at me in marathi , " pudhey chal, rasta addu nako (move ahead, don't block the wa...