Chit Chat

“You didn’t tell me or notice, so let me tell you. I believe I look very beautiful today”

“Hmnn, anything special?”

“Nah, usual. Nothing special”

“That’s why I didn’t notice anything different. You ALWAYS look beautiful”

“Right O”


Grass is Greener

Young love, she smiled when she saw the couple sitting two tables across at the cafe. The girl, she called her Kitty, she had eyes like a cat. And by analogy the boy was hmnn Puppy? Cause he was looking at her with such puppy love in his eyes! OK not puppy love, it was a lot mature than that but yeah, something about him was so puppy!

The glistening rings on their tangled fingers were testimony to their recent engagement. And the way he hung on to each word she was speaking, with rapt attention, spoke of a new relationship too! Amazing thing, young love. She was transported back to 10 years ago when the husband too was like this! Attentive and addicted. Now conversations were there, yes. Lots and mature, sensible and silly too at times. But the silence was comfortable too. Life was like an old blanket. Comforting and warm, bit worn out and not too exiting. Yet you couldn’t sleep without it!

Puppy had a bag of gifts too, for Kitty. And Kitty looked amazingly excited about being there, basking in all the love and attention. She missed this adrenaline rush, at times. Ah, when was the last time she got a gift?! Honestly, did she need one now. Maybe, maybe not. But the charm of young love is….well it cannot be quite described. She smiled at Kitty and Puppy, busy in their own world, and then down on her manuscript. The peace and quiet in the cafe helped her work on her book at leisure. She looked at her watch. She had two hours before more people started streaming into the cafe, three hours to go before the husband was back from work. And four before her hungry kids were done with their games and activities.


She looked up from her table. A bespectacled lady was working furiously on a bunch of papers strewn in front of her, sipping cups after cups of coffee. She had been sitting there before they had walked into the cafe. Her presence was, hmnn something awesome. She was surrounded by an aura of sombre creative intelligence. Her table was messed with papers, her mop of her was tied into a messier knot on her head, yet there was some order to that mess! It was a clean mess, you could say.

Her new fiance was telling her some amazing stories of his life, about his dreams, now their dreams, but she was mesmerized by Ms. Messy for a moment. Her mind was shuttling between her man and Messy for a long time while she sat in the cafe, when another man walked into the cafe. He had an office briefcase in one hand, and a bag of groceries in another. He placed a quick pat on Messy’s head and stole a sip of coffee from her mug. And gave her a smile which said a lot, without saying much. She handed him a bunch of keys and gave him a smile which said “Hope you had a great day, I’ll see ya in a while after I have gathered my mess and ya thanks for understanding” without any words. He walked out and disappeared into a gate on the opposite side of the road.

Ah, mature love! She hoped one day, she and the fiance shared such awesome chemistry too. And as if reading her mind, Messy looked up from her papers, caught her eyes and gave a knowing smile.


Q and A

“Why do you love me?” she asked

“Hmnn…….for your money, which I will inherit” he said, still looking into his laptop

“C’mon, how do you know you will outlive me?”

“I’ll manage that….”

“Stop this nonsense”she said, a bit irritated

“Then you stop asking me these silly questions…”



She woke up in the middle of the night with a bad dream and a dry throat. She dragged her feet to the kitchen for a sip of water and found him gobbling sinful chocolate cookies the neighbor had sent over last evening and she had disallowed him from eating.

Ah, dieting……


Wake up Love…..

She fell asleep on the couch, waiting for him to come home, to have dinner together.

 When she woke up, morning sun rays were all over the room and she was surprised to find herself in her bed, flowers by her bedside and smell of fresh tea and breakfast. Ah its going to be a lovely weekend she thought….and he came into the bedroom with a tray carrying the tea pot, cookies and cheese sandwiches, and a broad smile on his face and said…

“Honey wake up, I’m hungry…whats for dinner!”


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Sneha was upset. With life, with the day… and with Saurabh. Mostly with Saurabh. In fact, just with Saurabh. For refusing to turn up on Valentine’s day.
 She was sitting in her clinic, toying with her pen stand, cursing herself for fighting with him, yet understanding how difficult it was for him to come to Ambala from Bhopal where he was at present. And she was angry with herself for being so demanding yet understanding. Practical yet foolish. And helplessly in love. She hated whoever that Saint Valentine was for coming up with such a useless hyped day. There were just a few of her routine patients who had come for their follow up. She tackled them all and was fiddling with the hair, replaying their conversation over the past few days.

“I cannot come dear, its the middle of the week. Its a working day!”
“Oh come on, your work and the world won’t stop if you do….I mean just come for a day!”
“And do what? Whole of Ambala knows you, we possible cannot go out. Unless you have told your folks about us…or you want to go ahead and do it!”
“You know I have not, and lets not get into that…there is a right time to do that and we have discussed it amply..”
“So dear, what am I to do there?”
“Oh think of something…I have to see you, its been long…..”
“Three months” said Saurabh “Not so bad”
Long enough to feel like a lifetime….she didn’t say that though.

“Maam, a new patient for you”, her assistant Bela chirped, breaking Sneha’s reveire.
“Now? Strange….. was there an appointment?”
“No madam, he just says its sort of urgent….shall I let him in”
“Hmnnn…OK, in a minute…”

She took a blank sheet of paper, and a deep breath. Get the thoughts out and let the sunshine in…..she told herself. She began writing some random list on the paper, trying to get away from the thoughts dancing in her head, when she heard a familiar voice

“May I…….”
“Saurabh!!” She was mildly shocked and astonished. There he stood in his handsome glory, his dimpled smile and travel ruffled hair. With his sack slung on his back and a single long stemmed perfect red rose in his hand.
“Did you really believe I would have missed this day for anything in the world?”
“I..uh…how did you come?when I mean….” she was too flabbergasted to make any sense
“I just wanted to tease and surprise you….” He came in and shut the door behind him. “Bela doesn’t know me right? Lets not confuse her doc!” he said as he held her gently in his arms.
Tears were streaming down Sneha’s cheeks as he lovingly smoothed her hair.

Next hour in the clinic flew like 5 quick minutes when he gave her a small gift for the day….to keep her going till the next meeting, whenever that would be. They had a cup of tea, shared a few laughs and took pictures to treasure for the days to come. After almost an hour, Saurabh reluctantly moved out…pained at the thought of leaving Sneha, and more at the thought of the long Ambala- Chandigarh- Bhopal trip back!

“Sir…..” chirped Bela as Saurabh was leaving, “You forgot to make the payment…”
“Oh, I am so sorry, how much will that be?” Saurabh asked with a disarming grin
While Bela was writing a receipt for him, Saurabh stole a last glance at Sneha… keep him going for the next few months.


The Pursuit Of Happiness

Whenever I am on call and free for dinner, NP and I manage to have dinner together at Khaasiyat. A small joint near Vile Parle Station, decent, value for money and yet safely close to the hospital in case I have to rush back for some work. We ALWAYS eat parathas there since NP has this habit of sticking to one particular dish at any place. The parathas there are amazing. The accompanying ma ki daal and chhole are good too.

So one day, we were sitting in their overhead cramped AC section and munching our parathas. Next to us were a gujju couple and another girl.

Girl: (ultra sweet, fake scolding) Jijuuuuu…take good care of my sister OK……

Jiju: Smiles, fiddling with his smart and expensive looking phone

Sister: He takes such good care of me……And provides so well for me. And I don’t want ANYTHING from him. (Pativraata tone). I am satisfied with just the flat he got us in Juhu (Just? and she’s just satisfied?!). I don’t want ANYYTHING else.

NP to me: I hope she wants atleast some sofas for the house. Waise after buying a flat at Juhu, I hope he has money left over for that.

Me: Shhhh

Sister (continues, oblivous I presume to me and NP and our conversation):  No diamonds, jewelery and stuff. This is enough for me, I am happy.

NP and I: (nothing was said between the two of us. We were speechless)


He, She…and It

He is the husband, she is his wife and it is the husband’s camera

He, she and it are on their way to a party somewhere in the evening. He stops on the way, picks it up and takes a shot of the Mumbai University Building. They walk a few steps and he again picks it up and takes another shot, form a different angle of the same university. She is a bit impatient to get to the party. After some 5 or 7 shots of Rajabai Tower, University taken across the Oval maidan, she has totally lost it.

She: We are getting late for the party

He: Wait I am taking some great shots. What a structure, man!

She waits for a few minutes

She: (sighs) I wish you would take half as many pictures of me.

He: (oblivious vs ignoring) Look at this classic shot! See the lighting? Amazing!

She: Wish you were half as interested in taking pictures of me!

He: (Pulls her cheeks) I will be sweetheart, when you are 200 years old.


What DO Men want?

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Never imagined my 100th post will be anything more that “Yay my 100th post”. But no, Blogadda has some plan for me! So I put on my thinking cap and though….

I believe that most men want
To be heard out…
….about the day they spent at work, job hiccups, boss bitching (yes you heard that right).

….need I say more?

To be looked after and even pampered, like their moms did…
….clean home, warm food, hot tea and all they want at hand. With minimal effort. Or just a bit more than minimal effort (lets be fair to them)

A Strong Woman…
….who can fight her own battles. A silly scared girl may be cute (I said MAY be) to some, but most guys want a woman who is strong independent and not a sissy.

Peace of mind…
….no nagging and a mom and wife who can stay with each other with love. Each one has a special place in his life that cannot be replaced by anyone else

To be loved and accepted…
….unconditionally, with the the bald head, with the pot belly and with the sometimes small pay packet.

….to fart, burp, sneeze at any time of the day, in the confines of his home.

….in the eyes of his partner and children.

….of all that he does for his loved ones. The efforts and the sacrifices.

I am sure there is lot more, all the men out there, tell us what you want. We want to hear you. Women out there, tell me what more men want!

One Fine Day….

..they were travelling on the bus. She asked him, out of the blue,

“If you had to change one thing about me, what would it be?”

He said, “Nothing. I love you just the way you are.”

She, “No but still, change one thing……”

He, “Ok. I wish I could make you little less sensitive than you are”

She, “Hmnnn”

After a long wait she asked,

“You didn’t ask me what I would like to change in you. I was expecting that question..”

He, “Ok…what ?”

She, “I wish I could make you a bit more sensitive…..”

No prizes for guessing who “they” are. They are getting married on June 22nd 2007.


The Girlfriend

Ya , like the movies or those forwards you get I too like to trouble my dear Nagesh by twisting words and taking meanings he never meant out of many things he says…and when he wars his befuddled plus mad expression I like to laugh naughtily….sadist me….

One fine day
N, “You know most girls I have seen have a backup….they see one guy and have a backup in case that doesn’t work well”

V, “Oh ya?? When I was seeing you I didn’t have a backup..”

N, “Well I say most girls….those typical types you know…..”

V, “Elaborate…”

N, “Those typical girls who bother a lot about their external beauty and those …..” with a slight tinge of MCPsm

V, “You mean I don’t take care of my external beauty?? You mean to stay I stay sloppy!!”

N, “No what I meant is that you don’t need to….” a cute smile flashed at me…..

N and V break into laughter…..I love troubling him this way. He too always has a diplomatic answer for me.

One Day on the phone
V pulling N’s leg, “We do not belong to the same generation……I am of a younger generation” (FYI V is 23 and N is 28)

N, “No…you are so of my age… look and seem so mature”

V, “You mean to say I look 28!!! No I most certainly don’t! In fact I look less than 23”

N, “No I mean you are so mature…I like mature girls”…..probably flashed the cute smile but I didn’t see…..

V, “Heh heh I know….but I love troubling you this way!”

Many more mad conversations like this…will have to keep updating this post when I remember!!