Ha ha Kala, I'm sorry I cannot feel sorry for you because this is just funny. I am totally grateful to you for I'm sure it was one of your kind thanks to whom I could sail through school and college unscathed and can drive safely through the roads :-).
There were so many many things I can totally identify with. The blind eye to dusting - uff why did you have to remind me. My eyes have been opened now!!
Also why doesn't housework make you lose weight?
Ha ha ha Kala. I wish I were there to look at Ram's face when you asked him if he was his brother :-). This was absolutely hilarious. Also, I know exactly how it feels. I've been there.
Ha ha ha I loooved this Kala. Pillowria - that's a word I'm going to borrow from you and make mine! Mercifully I have a bedside table which pretty much serves the same purpose. I think ALL of us have some version of this. Oh and the things you enumerated were exactly the things I keep around me.
I am glad you brought out this side of festivals. What was even more heart warming was that a person who seemed to have so little could still think of giving, rather than regretting that he wasn't getting much. Ramesh was a good dad.
What a lovely post Kala. I hadn't heard that story. What a wonderful way to 'fill' a room.
Oh yes oh yes. Though I have to admit google maps has made life a little bearable. Earlier it was an absolute nightmare. Once when we'd just shifted to a new house I got lost on the way back from work. It was night (Yeah) and raining. Finally a gentleman on a scooter said I'm going the same way just follow me (after trying to explain the way and seeing the blank expression on my face). And so I put my faith in a total stranger and he led me home. When I think of it now I get goosebumps. He could have taken me just about anywhere.
Ha ha ha Kala I get you. That poem at the end says it all. I had similar thoughts when I first visited Lonavala and Khandala. All my growing up years I watched Hindi films and the protagonists always went to these apparently glorious hill stations - even at late as Amir Khan in Ghulam. And then I visited them and really, if it's not the monsoon season, they're so underwhelming, specially after the majesty of North Indian mountains. Though now over time I've learnt to appreciate the ghats.
Oh ho so that's how it works! Everything depends on grade seven project work. Believe me when I say I get the poor man's plight.I'd probably have done the same had I been a weatherman/woman.
That hailstorm must have been scary. We have them so rarely here that it's quite a treat - of course we're only watching from the safety of our home. But I've seen them back dents on cars when they're really bad.
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