Expressing Myself

My mom only had one eye.  I hated her…. She was such an embarrassment.  She cooked for students & teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.  How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.  The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE, your mom only Has one eye!’

I wanted to bury myself.  I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, ‘ If you’re only gonna make me a Laughing stock, why don’t you just die?’  My mom did not respond….  I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.

So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study. Then, I got married.  I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own.  I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her Grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at Her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, ‘How dare you come to my house and scare my  Children!’ GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!’ And to this, my mother quietly answered, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have got the wrong address,’ And she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.  So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.  After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.  My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear.
They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

‘My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and Scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.  But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were Growing up.

You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and Lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me,  in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,
Your mother.

Remember …

• Always tell someone that you love them because you never know what day will be their last, or your own.
• Always seek to resolve your problems or disagreements with loved ones Because if either of you should pass on before, the one who is left alive will have the rest of their life to ponder those unresolved feelings but will never find closure. And closure usually brings Peace…

PS. Thanks to a friend  “Rizwana Parveen Patel”  for  fowarding this story … ND

Well!…If you wish the pictures from the Srinagar holiday visit http://nikhil.kunder.in/albums/Srinagar-May-2009/?d=c, And if you wish experience a little more of what we did in these 8 days … continue!

Is it possible to have a dream that last for 8 days or more….? I DID! I had a 8 day dream starting 12th May 2009 to 20 May 2009 … Believe me , I just woke up today! … eight days in the Heaven and Back!

View of Apharwat, the end of  the Gandola ride

Earlier this month , When I told a few folks that I was off to Kashmir for a week long holiday, I got mixed expressions … including some who jokingly said that I had a death wish. For me, who had once been to this so called “Heaven on Earth” called Kashmir , turned into “Hell on Earth” , when it was at its possible peak of acute militancy and terrorism, the conditions in Kashmir now was no challenge… and I had told myself, 18 years back that I would visit again someday!!!

Before I continue narrating my dream in detail, I just would like to quickly summarize my experience…

Vista of Gulmarg shot from Highlands Resort at 7pm

Kashmir cannot be summarized … but let me try … “Experience of the lifetime and beyond, for those who believe in a mystery called NATURE and as Frank Lloyd Wright ( American architect / 1869-1959) rightly said “I believe in God, only I spell it N A T U R E.”  And I strongly agree with the quote ” Agar Jannat Baroway Zaminast, Haminasto haminnasto haminasto ” …and believe that Kashmir must be the abode of Gods…

Dream Day 1, 12th May 2009:
We left Mumbai with an excitement that we had never felt before. In a few hours we would land in the Valley of Flowers. The last 20 minutes of the 2 and half hour flight from Mumbai to Srinagar took us over the white peaks capped mountains of Northern India … The “AWE ing” that started then came to an end only on yesterday after out flight took off from Srinagar…
The purpose of my trip to Kashmir was served just as I came out of the Srinagar Airport … I meet Arshad in person, after 18 long years. What came for me in the following eight days was just extra bonus!

The drive from the airport to the place we were supposed to stay (Arshad’s house), brought back memories . Things dint seem pretty normal and as 18 years before, there seemed to be more CRPF Jawans lining the road, than there were people. On inquiry with the driver, we learnt that there was a BANDH called for, hence the thin traffic and hardly a soul at sight! My sweet dream seemed like turning into a nightmare even before I could get any sleep, Not that I worried about getting a stray in some cross fire or being taken hostage… really! else I wouldn’t have visited Srinagar 18 years back either. My prime objective was to meet Arshad , unlike rest of my family who had come with a set frequency of having a snowball fight and a lazy ride in a Shikara on the Dal. No activity could have been a disappointment them my folks … ALLs WELL FOLKS! The bandh was just a precautionary, impending the polling day in the Baramulla District on the 13th… Cool!

18 years later, Srinagar was different. Like last time we were not alone, As I saw on the Nishat-Harwan Road, There were tourists in their thousands, walking along the Boulevard, waiting for Shikaras, bargaining with the shawl sellers, having Corn on the Cob. The biggest change for good very few CRPF guards patrolling the drive … Kashmir, Im back and this time in the right weather , literally!

Arshads house in Nishat had metamorphosed. The plain vanilla garden was now a Sundae with rainbow sprinkles. Truly the work of GREEN Fingers, his garden is compliments to the already beautiful Kashmir. The annex near his house was complete with a veranda and his HOME had extended too with three new members, Arshads better half Maroof and his chubby twins, Basif and Baheen…

Arshads house & Annex (on the left)	Us enjoying the hospitality
My Dad , Mum & Arshads Dad	All of us , Arshad & Maroof
Basif & Baheen

Dream Day 2 : 13th May 2009

 Thajwas Glacier

Our Day 2 was Gulmarg… and as it was the first day out in the heaven we all were fresh and excited , got up earlier that we could imagine possible. Geared up with a some warm clothes and off we went for our first experience in the Meadow of Flowers… Kabo00oom!!!! Went our excitement just half an hour after leaving base (Arshads House) , Our dream was interrupted by CRPF … “ Aap log vapas jao , Aajey Khatra hai … Raasta Bandh Hai, Kyon risk uthatay ho..etc ” … all sort of negative phrases rang our ears. The memories sped back 18 years , when we were given the dose of these comments almost 5 times every day, like religion… Seemed not mach had changed after all. No not exactly! This time this was an organized bandh , as it was polling day in the Baramulla District…

Arshad , our Commander in Chief, back at base , guided us that we head towards “Sonmarg” … and that he could take of our cottage bookings in Gulmarg and get it moved to future day… The drive to the Meadow of Gold , Sonmarg was spectacular …. Throughout we were meandering in opposite direction to the River Sindh … every turn, every straight was a magic moment … It was like you would miss something beautiful , if you blink your eye.

@ the foot of Thajwas Glacier

Entering, Sonmarg brought that expression of “AWE” to all our faces, our eyes couldn’t be peeled enough. At a height of 2,740m, Sonmarg is the last major point in the Kashmir valley before the Zoji La pass into Ladakh and also another base camp for Amarnath yatra . Sonamarg is thus not only a good base for treks but also a jumping off point for trips into Ladakh. The one thing that will put one off ( which is common to most popular tourist places across India for that matter) , are the service providers to tourists , like the Pony walas, The rental clothes & shoe walas, the Sledge walas, the tourist guides who just hound you all along. They walk with you like shadows, constantly murmuring their service records into your ears… Phew!

Since it was past 12:00 hours, we decided to have our lunch first and then plan the rest of day ahead. The lunch at Snow Lands Hotel, Sonmarg, was probably the best food we had, among the few meals we had outside Arshads dinner . Especially the Rogan Josh …

Pony Ride : Akshat & Akanksha

There are quite a few places to visit in and around Sonmarg. The one that took our breath away was the “Thajiwas galcier”. Vishansar and Krishnasar lakes , I was told were worth a visit , but we decided to skip as we all were turing into “Sourasus” after an hour long on the pony to Thajiwas. Oh yeah! We did pass the Bollywood destitations like the small vally in which Satte-pe-Satta, Asmaan se Ooncha, Elan –E- Jung etc. etc. seemed to have been shot … Not that I cared much … but the pony walas kept repeating these facts into my ears. A part of our family did venture up the glacier on a man powered wooden sledge . I decided to skip, As I’m am a bit of environmentalist ( overweight and with a bad back), I felt beauties like glaciers must be enjoyed at distance… thousands of people per hour touching and breathing near them , will make them melt faster … Yeah! I might be nut, but I it’s a fact …

By the time we returned to the parking lot on the pony, where our tourist taxi was parked. I could feel the blisters on my backside… It was enough, for me at least.

Dream Day 3 & 4 : 14th May 2009

@ JKTDC Cottage in Pahlgam

As per our travel itinerary, so diligently chalked out by Arshad, Our day 3 and 4 was to be in Pahlgam (Valley of Shepherds). Unlike the previous day, we made a lazy start, catching enough sleep, charging ourselves to enjoy what was in store for us for the following day. After a heavy breakfast, comprising of an assortment of Kashmiri roti’s, oven fresh from the local bakery, that Arshad used to get every morning and delectable freshmint-egg omelets that Maroof (Arshads best half) so kindly prepared for us before she left home at 7:30am for work, We left the bounds Arshad’s cosy home, not knowing that later that night, we’ll be getting the bitter taste of the cold Kashmiri weather. It will be our first night away from Srinagar.
The drive from Srinagar to Pahlgam as any other in Kashmir was picturesque.

View from our Cottage

Though according to Arshad’s itinerary, we were supposed make a at Akkad for Kashmiri Kehwa ( Saffron Tea), we took a break at a small high stall at place called Lethpura (place of Safforn Fields) as per Sahil’s ( who had been driving us around since we arrived into Srinagar) recommendation. He swore by the quality of the Kehwa at this stall, to be the BEST in KASHMIR … (and he proved to be right, as it was THE BEST of the all the Kehwa’s we consumed in the following days around Kashmir) … At first most of my family was a NO NO for any Tea without any cream or milk … but after the first Kehwa, there were its fan. After dilly dallying on the way and making a few photo stops along the way, we reached our cottages in Pahlgam at around one the afternoon.

Lounging @ Senetor Pine & Peak Resort

After a few gasps over the breath taking view of Pahlgam our cottage had in offer, over a well made cup of tea by our personal care taker at the Hut/Cottage, we headed back to Pahlgam for another round of Kashmiri cuisine. This time I favored the real Kashmiri Wazwaanstuff “Gustaba” … It was Yumm!!!! It dint suit much the palate of rest of my family, which came as a blessing to me … more for me! The Kulchas were out of this world too … Oh Yeah! And for your knowledge , the name of restaurant was “Heena”. After our scrumptious royal Wazwaan, we headed for next destination according to our Itinerary, Senator:Pine & Peak Hotel. It was probably best thing to do, to laze on Loungers lined on top of Rajwas Plateau, facing the gushing Lidder River and The Pahlgam Amusement Park in the valley below … We sat basking in the sun, breathing in the fresh air among the pines, Sipping our Kehwa Chai for almost 3 hours. On our decent back into the town ,we gave a break to kids at the Amusement park… We were back at our Huts by 18:00 hrs.
The chill was beginning to set in… we started looking for the luxuries like Electric Blankets Bed Warmers, Hot Water Bags, Electric and Gas Room Heaters that we had so got used to at Arshad’s house … NONE! The horror started setting in and our spine got colder. We would probably need to huddle like penguins to keep ourselves warm… Well! We had not realized that no proper heating was available, the rooms still were provided with enough blankets, almost at the rate of 3 per person. It was more than enough to barbeque our selves under it … The night passed good and I must say, with a Kashmiri Experience.

Our itinerary for the day was to reach back to Srinagar by evening, visiting a few the places and monuments on the way…

By the side of Aru Rd.

Akshat enjoying the slight drizzle at Aru Rd.

First Stop: Aru Rd, We made a halt at a picnic spot, which Sahil claimed to be his family fav, Little wind-chil , a slight drizzle and the mild morning sun, the weather was perfect(ly English). It was just us and no one around between two close mountains, a road and the parallel running Lidder River… Oh! Yeah, and some icing on the cake … a Bhel Puri Wala… As if God sent! … After an hour or so, we set to move out of Pahlgam.

Next Stop: Mattan Gurudwara/Temple , Anatnag
Gurudwara Mattan Sahib, Mattan, Anantnag, Jammu & Kashmir`s present building of the gurudwara was constructed in the last half of the 19th century, substituting the old one built by Sirdar Hari Singh Nalwa. Within the gurudwara complex, there exists a Chinnar tree believed to there from the time of Guru Nanak Sahib. The kids too had fun feeding the fishes with Channa and puffed rice. Wanted some light meals, post the heavy Wazwan previous night from the same restaurant (Heena) in Pahlgam , so had some Chola-Bhatura for lunch just outside the gates of the temple.

@ the Cricket bat factory in Anantnag

Next Stop: Some cricket/willow bat factory, Anatnag
I was constantly telling my nephew ( Akshat) , that we will buy him cricket bat from Srinagar , Also we had to buy a good seasoned one… So! Though not decided earlier, I asked Sahil to take was to one of the Cricket Bat Factories that are all along to main road in Anantnag.
Though I’m not into Cricket, I can hardly name a few Indian cricket players, It was an experience watching thousands of cut pieces of Kashmiri Willows kept in stacks to get seasoned. The process of carving the willow blocks into finished products was fun too. We also were given a high-octane demonstration of how sturdy the full seasoned Kashmiri Willow bats are… This guy planked a bat between two blocks of bricks and stood on it, He asked me to try it too … and I did … Impressed, “I’ll have one please ….”

Ruins of Avantipura Temples

Next Stop: Avantipura Ruins. These ruins comprises of temples built by Avantivarman, the first king of the Utpala dynasty bacy in the ninth century. These ruins excavated in the 20th century are located in 29-km Southeast Of Srinagar in the Anantnag District, at the foot of one of the spurs of the mountain Wastarwan, overlooking the Jhelum river.
Next Stop … Another round of the famous Kashmira Kehwa at Lethpura! And finally back home to Nishat.

Dream Day 5, 16th May
… we took a break, lazed the whole day in our warm rooms, enjoying doing absolutely nothing.

Dream Day 6 & 7, 17th May

@ the JKTDC cottage in Gulmarg, Note the snow outside

… It was another nice day, Infact the best day of the 8 days. Both in terms of the places we visited and the just perfect weather that we had to enjoy it. In our cottons casuals and woolies tucked away in the boot, just in case we had a tryst with some bad weather, we headed for the Meadow of Flowers, Gulmarg, once again.

If you visit Gulmarg, in the right month, as we did, you would realize beyond words, how aptly the valley called “Meadow of Flowers” … Golden Yellow Daffodils everywhere you turn your and many more flowers in an assortment of various colors, strewn all around, as thought perfectly to compliment the white snow clad mountains all around… truly Beautiful and no words can help you visualize the divinity of this place. The flowral slopes, pastoral spans and abundance of natural scapes kept my camera busy too

@ Alpather/Apharwat

We checked in to our cottage and headed straight for the Gandola (Cable Car) , which would take us for ride to Kongdori (The first phase of the Gulmarg Gondola) and them upto the snow peak of Alpather/ Apharwat( The final destination of the Gulmarg Gondola). It took more than an hour to get tickets for Gandola ride for the first phase, due to unruly queue at the counter and my decision not to go through a tout, but then within no time, we were seated inside the Gandola for our ride up the snow slopes. Even a little fear within ( due to stories of breakdown of the Gandola that happened the previous evening) and the breathlessness due to the height we were at, we slowly started our assent up. We reached the first phase, Kongdori, in just 15 minutes. There was absolutely no queue for the tickets for our ride further. A few minutes later we were once again on to our second leg of the Gandola ride upto Alpather. Needless to say, the views are literally breath taking and I wouldn’t even dare to pen the beauty of the nature you experience. … On our way down, we couldn’t fail to notice the Gujjar Mud Huts on the slopes. Everyone was happy , My mum was happy that she reached the height on 13400ft above sea level , with her arthritic knee, Children’s were happy to experience snow, I was happy for them and yeah for myself too.
PS. For those interested and planning a visit soon, the price of tickets for the Gulmarg Gandola rides were 350 per head for phase one and 500 for the second phase up to the peak

With Gandola ride done, we headed for the Highlands Hill Resort, The cottages made famous by Ms. Bobby, by getting herself trapped within and loosing the keys to it. Nice place. I liked it especially, cause of the nice range of Tulips that still were growing in its gardens. After and few camera shots of the Gulmarg Sunset, we headed out. It was din din time. Another round of Wazwaan. Gustaba again, Kashmiri Chicken, and some not so Kashmiri Biryani and Mutton Seekh Kebab.

Reached our Cottage by 8pm , ready to tuck into the bed. This time unlike Pahlgam, we had all the luxuries, Electric Balnkets & Electric Heaters … Cool! … Hot! Whatever!
Next morning it was earlier riser for us, since our plan was to finish the Mughal Gardens of Srinagar too. What I had not noticed the previous evening was the white snow, outside out Hut and the fact that on the right flank of our cottage, at a little distance was the Shiva Temple , where Mr, Rajesh Khanna , had a Pyala of Bhang to the tunes of “Jai Jai Shiv Shankar” .
The drive from Gulmarg back to Tumgmarg again was treat to the eye. On our way to Tungmarg, we took a small detour into Drung(14 Kilometers from Gulmarg) on Sahil’s recommendation. Nice place to visit, if you have some spare time and we did.

girls in their Kashmiri Phirans @ Shalimar

Next stop was Shalimar Gardens, built by Emperor Jehangir for his beloved wife Noor Jahaan in 1619. The women folk had a photo session here in some rented Kashmiri Phirans. They seemed to enjoy it, The man in me, gave it a skip. It was NISHAT and HARWAN gardens next. But we decided to give it miss as we had overdosed with Shalimar gardens and our jaws were still sour, with the sites of abnormally big Roses, Poppy’s and other flowers we saw. After a snack lunch and Fresh Strawberry milk shake outside Shalimar , We headed for Pari Mahal. We kept Chasmashahi , which was on the way up to Pari Mahal for our return journey!

Pari Mahal stands proudly revealing through its bricks, walls and surroundings the rich story of the past and is said to be, at a time a Buddhist monastery with a beautifully laid out garden which was later converted to a school of astrology. It was founded by Dara Shiko the eldest son of Mughal Emperor Shah Jehan’s for his Sufi teacher, Mulla Shah. The beauty of Pari Mahal in Srinagar used to be at one time enhanced by the numerous springs which have dried up now.
Chasmashahi (Royal Spring) built by Emperor Shah Jahan in 1632AD, this is smallest of the Mughol Gardens in Srinagar, but not to be missed as it houses an aqua duct fed by a Natural spring of energizing digestive mineral water. Believe me, It was refreshing to get your feet wet this in Chilled Aqua Minarale , that we so happily pay Rs.15 per litre otherwise. After stocking a few bottles of Free Mineral Water, we headed back home , totally wanting to enjoys Maroofs ever so lovely and lavish Kashmiri dinner!
PS. All of us were totally lethargic when we are at Pari Mahal, the blazing sun of May was to blame. The spring water of Chashmashahi really seemed to pep us up, So for travelers, I would recommend visiting Chashmashahi first, Re –vitalizing yourself in the royal springs, and then heading up to enjoy the splendor of Pari Mahal.

Dream Day 8, 19th May

@ Shaukats HouseBoat

7 days in Srinagar and we had still not managed a Shikara ride. Kids and adults alike, were getting restless. I could have easily skipped this from the itinerary, but it wouldn’t do justice to those who had not experienced Shikara+Dal+Boathouse before, which I already had in my previous life. Plus! for Malaunty ( Mums younger sister, who accompanied us), Kashmir was all about what she saw in the TV series “Gul Gulshan Gulfam”, so Shikara ride through the back alleys of DAL, floating gardens and the glimpses of the local life was what that would make her visit complete and that’s what we exactly did. Today was the day for a lazy ride in the DAL lake and then for a stay at the Shaukat’s Luxury Boat House. The women enjoyed the bit of shopping they did on the floating shops on the Dal. Later in the afternoon, on Shaukats kind courtesy, we had another Wazwan at his Houseboat… Gustaba again for me please! .

@ Shaukats HouseBoat

Dream Day 9, 20th May
They say, a day in heaven is equal to thousands of years on Earth. Well! They are wrong … eight days in Kashmir, gone in a jiffy. It was time to pack. With all the possible cuttings that we could gather from Arshads garden packed, luggages packed, Barbeque packed, Kaangri packed, Cricket bats packed, we were ready for your return journey. We bid farewell to Arshads family with a heavy heart, an headed to airport … in another few hours we were back on Earth … at our home in Mumbai.

• Thanks to our kind hosts, Arshad, Maroof, Uncle, Aunty, Basif, Baheen & Ali , for making this trip to heaven and back something to remember for rest our life on earth and of course beyond.
• Thanks to Basharat, for booking our cottages at Pahlgam and Gulmarg.
• Thanks to Sahil for driving us around Kashmir for 5 days, Guiding us right and taking care our travel & tourist needs.
• Thanks to Shaukat , for letting us enjoy the splendor of this exquisite houseboats and for the royal lunch at the houseboat.
• It was truly  the  most memorable 8 days!
  

Finally…I stumbled upon this nice song “Khuda se Mannat” from a Malayam movie, which tries to put Kashmir and near part situation into lyrics… you might like it too
http://isayhi.wordpress.com/2007/02/14/heaven-on-earth/

I dont remember exactly but may be around 7-8 years back, in the days when I frequented between London Heahtrow and Mumbai…An announcement by the Chief Stewardess of British Airways surprised me … “Welcome to Chattrapati Shivaji International Terminal…” she addressed !!! … I told myself that either, I have boarded the wrong plane or this stewardess has consumed a good dose of FREE Wine, that she was meant to serve us… Something was wrong!. I was supposed to fly into “Sahara International” from “London Heathrow” … How did I reach “Chattrapati Shivaji International Terminal” ???

 

As you might have already guessed, it dint take long to clear the dust. Thank Lord! I was at Bombay, Oopps !!! Mumbai, where I was designated to be. Only that the name of the Airport had been changed from SI (Sahara International) to CSI (Chattrapati Shivaji International)

 

Thats history!!!!… last week (2nd May 2009) I went to Saha…. Sorry! … CSI to receive some friend of mine . and once again that incident flashed before me. Well! This time I knew for sure that I was at the right place. The looks of the International Airport has just changed. It looks very different from what it used to be, Yeah! surely different for good.

If you have been outside Mumbai/India and have not been to Mumbai in while, I bet, you will have a similar experience that I had, surprised! The car park outside the arrivals has been replaced by a 4 storied Multilevel parking … The receiving areas has a proper canopy … some place to while away the long waits, sitting! … a small Clock tower … some Plam trees … some greenery …

 

So to reduce to your shock when next time you land at Mumbai, I have posted a few pictures below of the Arrivals at Mumbai CSI Airport! … If you LIKE SURPRISES and would like to keep it until you arrive to Mumbai next time … DONOT SCROLL DOWN!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• Vote for Change!
  
• Get Out And Vote!
  
• Be The Change, Go Vote!
  
• Remember 30th April!

Realizing sincerely and early that one has to be the CHANGE rather than just asking for one, I have been trying to become an above average citizen by doing my bit for the CHANGE that we are all craving so much for. The dhobi list of things that I have been getting myself into in context with the ELECTIONS 2009, since the past few weeks has been endless…

• Went to “Know Your Candidate” Sessions
• Attended the JAAGO RE Session in Dadar
• Made a full research of the 23/24 candidates of our Mumbai South Constituency. Even went to the level of understanding the kind of Criminal Records that some of our candidates had.
• Added Myself into almost every community related to Chembur on ORKUT , trying to force regular Election News and induce the “VOTE for a Change” mood into the members!
• Blogged my way into everything that just mentioned the “E” word.
• Preached to friends and relatives about importance of Voting.

as I said … It is a dhobi List .. It is end less!

Captions Log , Star date: 30 04 2009 , 06:00 hours , VOTING DAY:-
Finally!!! The V-Day. It was almost like an endless rush of adrenalin in me. I nearly felt like a proud Indian who was finally going to get to serve his country. Got up at the first ring of my alarm clock ( which has never happened before) , Fresh and equipped with my “VOTERS ID”, I walked out, with pumped up chest, running the list of candidates through my head for final check, before I could press that crucial button on the Ballot Machine, believing that ” My Vote” was the deciding vote for our COUNRTY .
I flashed my “Voters ID” at the Booth Level Officer , almost as if it was a pass conferring, my diplomatic immunity to enter any port of this world, let alone a polling booth outside my society I had lived for life. The bubble burst…”Tumcha Nav Nahin Aahe!!!”. These four words just sucked the life out of me.

NO NAME ON VOTERS LIST ! How is that possible … ” I HAVE A VOTERS ID !!!! ” I frantically searched for my identity in the entire list, both English and Hindi lists, and of other Poll Booths too 🙂 , hoping that it would have been jumbled around or may be I might have been assigned to a different Father/Family or something (Jokes apart …. My Father’s , fathers name, on his list is some weird name having no relation what-so-ever)… I was like “Jason Bourne” trying to find “WHO I WAS , WHERE I WAS” . The tragic ending to my story was that there was NO HOPE for me. I gave up almost after an hour + later …

Completely Embarrassed and Lost. On my walk back home, I was totally deflated, I felt like people were looking through me … I WAS A CIPHER… A NOBODY!!!! (I never wanted to believe, when my wife used to tell me that 🙂 … NOW it is officially proved)

PS. I have a VOTERS ID for sale…!

Mom’s are always the best and will always be no 1.

Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, “I’m tired, and it’s
getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.” She went to the kitchen to make

sandwiches for the next day’s lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls,
took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked

the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and
bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next
morning. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of
clothes into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She
picked up the game pieces left on the table and put the telephone book

back into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket
and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for
the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher,
counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out
from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend,
addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the
grocery store. She put both near her purse. Mom then washed her face
with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & age fighting
moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.

Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.” “I’m on my way,”she

said.

She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, then
made sure the doors were locked. She looked in on each of the kids and

turned out their bedside lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks

in the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still
doing homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next
day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6
most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized

the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in
particular. “I’m going to bed.” And he did…without another thought.

Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer…? CAUSE
WE(Women) ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL……

PS. Thanks to “Priya (Shweta)” for sending this forward … ND