A to Z

My first attempt at Daily Prompt

“Ask me” she said.
“But what?” was my question.
Counter  questions annoyed her.
Difficult person that she was.
Everybody thought , why talk to her?
“For the love of god, do not tease her,” her mother said.
Good things not always happen to good people.
Hope is only shoe string they hang upon.
“Idiot” is what she got labelled as.
“Junk” is what she felt all the time.
“Kindness” is what she only demanded.
Longed for some one just to talk to her one sentence.
“May the god bless you,” her father said.
No child thought of her when they followed the bag piper.
Only she was the child left behind in the town.
People thought she ate them all.
Questioned her motive in doing that.
Rescue operations were in full swing.
Someone informed them about the bag piper.
Truth was revealed, thats not the matter.
Until the day she died they called her viper.
Very venomous of her they always said.
“What the courage little rat had”.
X crossed marked was her house.
Years after that she remained chain bound.
“Zoo animals” is what she really thought of them year around.

Being 30

It totally skipped my mind to count my number of days(years) on this earth. It was for the Samaritan, my friend Sagar, who brought to notice that it was no less than THIRTY!

30 summers and 30 winters, time to take stock of my worldly and not so worldly belongings. Dual degree, a husband and a daughter, in the increasing order should suffice to ensure my membership in the very coveted club of ‘very satisfied and contented earthlings’. It should be matter of pride and to larger extent it is. I am really not sad to leave the golden decade of 20’s and enter the maturity of 30’s.
Age brings wisdom and exceptions prove the rule. Juxtaposition of these two idioms should hint where I am going. No, the increasing age has not bestowed upon me the amount of wisdom I am entitled to. There are situations, scenarios and incidents where I am left with utterly blank face and not an iota of wisdom of how to react, how to resolve and how to reason these dilemmas. I have come to the conclusion wisdom is something you inherit, it is genetics and  not the form of art you get good at with practice.

If God permits there are still few more decades to keep breathing and there are reasons to keep the process going on. Yes, there is a reason and rhyme to this living. Let me not entangle myself in the convoluted number system of age. Let me not hang myself for not being perfect. Let me not asphyxiate myself for the horrendously embarrassing moments I had be in. Do not let the less wisdom cripple me.

Let the horizon of my happiness stretch. Let there be fortitude and forgiveness. Let there be strength to behold any grief, sadness, distress. Let there be unbridled contentment and admiration for everything beautiful and not so beautiful in my life. Let there be peace.
Amen!

It’s not a boy!

Elaborate mathematical simulations were conducted. All bizarre dreams were deciphered. Probabilities were worked out. Similarity patterns were established. Each and every ratiocination said it’s going to be a boy! Can you believe sheer dismay when all scientific notions were proved wrong by three innocent words of sonographer “it’s a girl“.

No we are not girl hating predators, but it was just a regular gender disappointment, and sure we had hard time explaining it to our American sonorapher, who recalled all horror stories she had read about female foeticide in India.

Nevertheless, I never understood need to discover gender of a baby. I thought it should be greatest surprise of your life. Of course, when we were unaware of gender a lot of time was wasted on guess work rather than sleeping and watching TV. Also there was lot of inconvenience while addressing the baby, for instance “do you think he/she is going to be dumb like you”. You know at some point we got bored of using the word baby.

However,once I knew its going to be girl, I sort of started preparing  myself to raise a girl. If you don’t know it takes a complete different mind set to raise a girl than to raise a boy. Yes, I only realised it after getting pregnant. Never in my mind I thought of dressing her up in pink, buying her doll or addressing her sweety. But when I thought I was going to have a boy, my heart ached seeing those uber cute tiny dresses and big bows. I never thought of being over protective and over sentimental with him. I never thought I will have to pass him on the grace of being woman and so I never worried that I don’t have one.
But the moment I knew it was a girl something stirred in me. I became over protective and over sentimental. I wanted to became a woman – strong, confident, defiant. The sonographer told me ” you are going to be a role model, get ready “.