Where It Belongs

Posted: July 25, 2017 in My Silly thoughts

I had picked “To Kill a Mocking Bird” from library. Old book with the edges turned brown I didn’t bother to check the book thoroughly. It was later that day when I was turning the pages something caught my attention

As long as I watched the pic I was drawn to it like bug fascinated by the burning lamp. I should have thrown the picture when I found it but I couldn’t. Three kids, aged between 8 to 14 sleeping next to their father on an old bed; which is spread on the bare floor probably in the hall. “Where is your bed cover?”,”pillow without cover don’t even think about it”, “Where is the mat” my mother’s shouting boomeranged in my ears when I saw their bed’s condition. Men are ignorant (known fact). While father was proving my point I wondered about their mother. Was she alive? Was she busy washing the utensils after a heavy meal or she is the one who captured the picture? I would like to consider the later part, at least she enjoyed a little bit being a woman. Slippers and footwear’s near the wall which was stripped of its dignity; the paint, multicolor defiantly not matching door curtains, old flooring made me wonder about their financial condition.  Is their own house or were they visiting their relatives place somewhere far away in village. When my mind was turmoil I consoled it “They were just visiting their dead granny’s house, which was locked after her death else why footwear in the hall”. “May be they had footwear biting dogs like mine” sometimes reality justifies itself. “Their mother is real beauty” I said seeing the kids. “As no one resembles their father”.

Outstanding factor of the picture is the bond the kids shared with their father, trying to get the closest spot next to him still makes me smile. Their father is their super hero, you can see it on their twinkling eyes.

It been almost three years, the photo still rest in the book where it belongs. Occasionally when I see the book I take a minute or two to see the photo, it never fails to enthrall me

In the overcrowded city like Bangalore you find most of the autos and cab’s bum imprinted with sleazy line, it shows how creative and poetic Bangalorean’s are. One such is below

“The time I forget your name, you will find my name on gravestone. Feel my love”

Hope the woman for whom those wording are directed will feel his love:):):)

It wasn’t long ago when I was stung by the addictive, entertaining, cute, Korean Drama Bee. “Biyanae” if I dont make justification with my reviews. Its long time since I have watched any blood sucking, life battling Hindhi serials,South Korea,”Kumavo”, for all the sleazy, funny, romantic Dramas

My Rating:8.5

“I dont know why most of the blogs totally forgot about MY Girl, till date this still remains one of my favorite drama. The heroine has the upper hand with her super craziness while hero warms your heart with his cute smile and care. As I can never differentiate the name lets just skip it. Its funny story which gets complicated with time when two guys fall for crazy heroine. Poor though she can survive anywhere, preparing jam, selling mandarin, being translator, being tour guide. She is full of energy.

Girl reciprocates hero’s feeling, while other guy, with Silky hair, one earring, remains in her friend zone till the end. Hero’s ex-girl friend, Tennis player, who dumped him when he needed her the most try to Butt in and get her old love,”OPPA” back but our heroine captivates hero’s heart  from the start giving no chance for the old or new one. Later drama gets bit serious and curious with suspense but there is no single dull moment. I still remember the scene when My Girl(heroine)  steals the star from the Christmas tree which belongs to nuns and gives it to hero. Hero and heroine both get hurt trying to protect each other(not physically though) but you can see smiling face at the end with grand father. It might me old but still worth watching. PALLI”

Alan:Bangles, rings  what else girls love?

Aloma: “Nails dumbo, we love our nails”

Alan:”I love nails too ”

Aloma: “You cant because you are a boy”

Aloma: “Looks pretty sexy yeah!”

Alan: “I want them too”

Aloma: “I cant stop admiring them”

Alan: “So what I am boy, I want them too”

Aloma: “Nothing can beat million dollar smile with perfect nails”

Alan:cries “Please, give me some”

Aloma: “you takes Rum’s(dog) nails”

Aloma: “Minions, they brighten your life”

Aloma: “Do I look like a poser, thanks to my aunt”

Aloma: Bag full of chocolates and nails embraced with minions what else a girl want?

Aloma: “Even boys like them”

Alan:”yes, I love minion”

Aloma:”I cant get enough of minions, I do that sometimes to scare my little brother”

Alan: “Dont I look pretty with purpuly purpuly nails. No I dont like the hairband.”

Alan:”I look prettier than you”

Aloma:”You look like mankod(monkey)”

Alan: “No, I am lovable teddy bear”

Aloma:” Teddy bear amba’s dung. You look like ugly bear”

SnL: “Dont overact, give me natural pose”

Aloma: “SnL,What you mean by over-acting?

SnL: Frustrated, “my head”

SnL: “Over-acting means posing like mankod,(monkey) be natural, bring out the best in you”

Aloma: “Will nails do?”


SnL:”Can you stand on that stool””

Aloma: “Dont make me do things which are risky, how about this mitai-ful”

Aloma: “Nails, color and glitters”

Aloma: “I am a rock star, see me raise and shine”

Alna: “You are puski star”

Aloma: “What makes perfect picture?nails, color and pout”

Alan: “You meant dukaor(pig) face?”

Alan:” Purpuly purpuly, I love purple”

Being a woman while I hate pink, I found this guy in bnaglore embracing pink with love and care

In between the GST, Appraisal melodrama god visited earth to be specific India, Bangalore and left a message with his footprint along with his signature.

Anyone in for a drink?” It was second day in a row I pinged in what’s APP group. Same ass holes without whom I life will be a beer bottle without a cap were the lazy membership holder for life time. Mid-life crisis, tension at work, Increased weight, free hair fall was taking me for a stroll, I needed familiar faces to yap and a cold-sweating bottle to hold on. “Thank you god….for all the wonders you made in my life” the ending hymn sang during the mass was still ringing in my ears.”all wonders and this pit in my life, thank you god for that”,I was really running low with sugar. Saturday night; just 7, Indiranagar; Banglore’s Most happening place; where pubs are more than grocery shop,”brum brum” while bikes sped by me I walked silently, waiting for a positive response. Whole mass I prayed at least one, single-then, married-now looser say yes. I checked my phone looking at the passerby and darkness followed by them with the annoying hymn still ringing in my ears. It was annoying as there was nothing at the moment to thank on except for the sadness.

Sorry, Grocery shopping” Shenoy replied. He used to be fun but now just happy family man with adorable daughter

Sorry SNL, House cleaning” recently married Mr Shetty replied.

Mothi and Rakshith who married year back didn’t even reply.

Brum, Brum” the bikes were still speeding and making me nostalgic. There was a time we used to be happy big heard of cows, aimless but enjoying the green pasture of life. With Ching Shruthi giggling for the pottu jokes it was carefree single life. Shruthi, mother a kid now she is always busy making everyone surrounded by her happy. If you want a reply from her today you have to ping her a month ahead.

All busy now, all married right”still one-to-go-down-wicket, Sukesha was consoling me.

I would have come if I wasn’t busy darling” my all time favorite Virus replied after 30

minutes. He was about get a Mrs in a week. “Ohhh Virus, I am flattered” depressed though flattery old me was lively.

Take care Silly, Love you” he was gone before I could blink.

For a week you can say that” I reminded him. Yellow colour, circular funny face, his reply didn’t make me happy but there was a definite smile on my face

Its high time I make new friends” I typed.

Heee”,”lol”,”very funny” they were more replies.

All the best silly” the mockery in their message me mad, they were real morons at time.

Dont laugh, just watch me” I replied again

Whom I was kidding?!It was bit unrealistic to make a new friend in short time whom you can trust blindly, relay on hard time, especially for a antisocial person like me who is queen of her wishes and love her space

With my mood sinking lower than Banglore’s stinking drainage I kept walking. “Brum brum” fucking bikers I was ready to pelt the stones ta them by then

May be that’s why relatives, neighbours, well wishers always distributed their free suggestion of “Marry by 25, 2 kids by 30, be happy always” like OPPO pamphlets outside namma metro station. It was by choice I was maintaining my “Miss” title carefully, in my early 30’s(30 sucks). Its always better to be single than marrying off the wrong person and trying to make him right. All I wanted was little sugar, little energy to flutter my wings,spreading wide and fly high like always.

It was not the first time I felt it why I am not social,charming, can take any bullshit type, you can pocket a new friend in no time. I took the heavy steps wondering what one need to do in desperate times like this;“Sit and crib and fall further lower”,”Curse my busy friends”,”blame my fate”….Sorry I am not that old fashion. There was not a thing I set on my heart and I didn’t achieve impulsively .I took my bold steps to DROP and picked my favourite red wine and goods to stock my fridge.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms” I was singing from top of my voice after 30 minutes, with sleazy moves in my hall. After 2 hours I was pumping up with energy, syncing my moves with changing music, climbing the cot and jumping holding my imaginary guitar, biting my lower lip with passion playing the guitar… Spreading wings and flying high if this is called I was doing it in style, my style. If my dad would have seen me like this he wouldn’t have caned me rather he would have married me off. You see no matter where I am I can never stop thinking about “What my dad would think”.When you want to bring out the old, fun you, when you dont have friends just try glass of wine. It brings out the best of you

Happiness is not to be searched ;it is within; All you need to do is own it”. By Lobo baba