Presidential Visit

The humble town was very much flattered with the presidential visit.
Day 1 everyone was at the heights of excitement. People from far off places came and stood by the roads to have a glance of the honorable president. And that was the only topice being discussed.
The roads were all blocked one hour prior to her cruising through the said route and we were very honored to have a policeman by our gate.. And with 100 meters from our gate too!!!!!!

People like my amma, did postpond boiling milk for the evening tea so that it wont clash with the presidential timings. She took post at our gate with hundreds of people from the appartament opposite to ours. Her loving husband, my appa did call and inform her that the president had indeed passed by his office and she was sitting on the left side of the car. He didnt want his wife to miss seeing her. And the TATA Safari carrying her whisked past the waiting audiene with just a flash of her cream sari. But all was satisfied...Amm even took pity at the policeman who was sentried at our gate and fed him coffee!!!!!!!No, this is no lone story... We Keralities are really patriotic..

Day 2, when the newspapers announced the timings for the roads to be blocked , we Kottayamites rolled our eyes and said "Even Today???".. The crowd grew thin and amma did boil the milk on time for tea..

TOday is Day 3 and when the drama continues we are groaning and asking very politely, "When is the President going back to Delhi??"..

It is very much ok with people who can work around her timings. LIke go to the bank before she leaves for Place A and then get back home before the roads are blocked for her departure. Then take off for the market and get back home before she lands back from Place A. But then what about a poor lady who suddenly decided to deliver her baby?? God help her after the de routes she has to take...

And today i have to leave for the railway station 2 hours before the scheduled departure of the train.. Ask me why?? The president is landing for her lunch at that time and the roads are blocked... The said railway station is 7 minutes from my home.. Thank you very much..
Very Democratic country.. Oh, what do they say???? Of the people, Bt the people and For the People.. Very true, indeed....

And ask me why i am going to the railway station???? I am going to Tcr coz the husband is coming tomorrow..!!!!!!! I bet his intention of this sweet sweet gesture is to make me guilty for all the nagging and the fights and the crankiness.. :) :) :)

Love- Personified

A very romantic scene was staged before my eyes today. I was traveling by train, and there was an elderly couple sitting with me. They would be in their late 60's. It was lunch time and the tiffin carrier was opened by the wife. Well, my eyes were slyly directed to examine the contents of their lunch. Ok.. Ok, i know it is a bad habit to peep into others lunch. But yeah, those who know me well, knows that I don’t qualify an A in the behavior department. Hence the excuse..
He had 2 pieces of fish fry and she one. Before he started lunch, he broke his second piece into two, and placed the other in her box without as much as lifting his head from the plate. She looked at him, gave him a half smile, and they resumed with their lunch. No words exchanged

There was no hand holding, no stolen glances.. But a much matured love, hardened by years and experiences... Was very touching..
I guess there shouldn’t be much fuss made for a bouquet not given or a holiday not taken, if we can grow up to a couple like them...

God bless them, who ever they are.....

Let Communism take over

My town is smallish and there are quiet a few tycoons who adorn the town. Blue blooded news print owners, estate lords, latex dons marry each other and has a fine breed of sophisticated, delicate, i-have-never-ever-been-on-public-transport-ish kinda people in the esteemed gene-pool of the town. And the funniest thing is that, the town shops, pedicures and borrows books according to tiers in society. Its a we-don’t-cross-each-others-boundary attitude. And for me there was never a situation till very recently, to intrude into their walls.

And it is quiet annoying when they look down on us. 2 weeks ago, i went to a very famous saloon, 'famous' coz of nothing other than the fact that the society ladies think that it is the only place to visit to keep up their dignity, or their nail structure or whatever. There is nothing wrong with that. They can afford the exorbitant prices. Good for them. But then, isn’t it the fundamental etiquette of a business woman to be pleasing to her clients, whether they have holiday homes at Manali or if they go for vacation to Greece?? Or she least bothered about lesser mortals and all she cares about is the right mixture of genes to adorn her chairs???Anyway, let us come back to the point. I went to this saloon to check out what the town oohs and aahs about. The owner thought it was much below her decorum to do small talk with me. She was too busy gossiping to a Page 3 aunt and i was just an insect. She did what she is supposed to do as if it was a favor to me, didn’t take much interest in my suggestions-though it was "MY" hair that she was styling and when she was done, ran away as if she wants to forget the whole episode. The point is that, i didn’t go their for a charity. I was dishing out cash. Hard earned cash, and not what my great grandfather saved so that his not-so-great grand daughter can cruise around on skodas and wax her legs in deluxe saloons. I sat up late nights to pacify irate clients, did excel sheet work for my manager that i dont really have to do and broke my head over issues that gave us nightmares for weeks and worked on many a weekends.. So dont i deserve decent attention too???? No, i am not telling that the lady should discuss with me about the polish her newly acquired rock or about the lettuce not being fresh at the bio-fresh shop they visit. A pleasant manner is all what i am asking for..

A tailoring shop also taught me that, cast system can never be demolished fully. The employees there, gave me a full check- head to toe. And detected that, i am not a visiting niece of the Sector-A families nor was i married into one. So according to their cardinal rule, I could wait. A damsel jumped out of a shining Chevrolet about half an hour after i arrived and announced that she has a train to catch and hence needed preference. That is none of my freaking business if she has a moon bound rocket to catch or if her house is on fire. But then the lady at the shop, went about with taking her measurements and totally ignored me in spite of my protests.. Yeah, the big news is that, the whole town is married to each other. SO if you cross one of them, be rest assured that they can close down the shop or worst; open it to Tier 2. Goodness. Never again i am going to the shop. Oh yeah and if you want to know how the kurtha came out??? It is definitely going to inspire me to never ever gain weight, even by a millimeter. Because if i as much breath in the said kurtha, i can stretch the seams..

Sometimes, communism makes a lot of sense.. Do you get what i said????????