..and into the light (2)

(You might want to read the connections)  ..an opportunity  & Red Bulbs

Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight UI9511 to New Delhi. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you.


It was time to board the flight back home. The once upon-a-time Ritika who walked in & out of airports around the world everyday, today was sitting quietly in one corner oblivious to her surroundings. Ritika hadn’t spoken a word since she came face to face with her best friend 3 nights ago. Ajay on the other hand, didn’t force any information out of her, he knew her well, she would herself come and approach him when she was ready to say 

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on-board Flight UI9511 from Kolkata to New Delhi. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately seven minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seat belts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing United Airlines. Enjoy your flight.

As the flight was getting ready for takeoff, she held Ajay’s hand tightly.

“Everything’s going to be alright Ritika” as she tightened her grip further on Ajay’s hand. He didn’t know what to make of it.

“I don’t want to go home Ajay, I want to get off” she finally spoke

You would think it would be too late to get off the plane when it was on the runway and about to take off in like 5 minutes.

“Please stop the plane, we need to get down..my friend isn’t feeling too well” Ajay spoke aloud, the same was conveyed to the pilots and the plane came to a gradual halt on the runway.

It has been 5 years since that day. Ajay & Ritika are happily married, though now and then she is troubled by those memories in the middle of the night, she is still been unable to narrate that part of her life and how she got there in the first place, though Ajay is able to pick up bits-n-pieces from the few words she mutters during those nightmares.

She has not once spoken about New Delhi or any of her family members. Ajay is now her only family and Ritika, his.

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How Often Do You Compliment Other People ?

Compliments – The WORLD needs more of it. A well written post by Nikita

The Enchantress

There are two kinds of people in the world: givers and takers. The takers may eat better, but the givers sleep better.
As anyone who ever gives gifts knows, it is often more fun to give than to receive. One of my favorite Authors, Anne Frank quoted- Nobody ever became poor by giving. It’s a deep psychology when we give something away to someone who needs it more, we uplift not them but ourselves. Our self-esteem and self-respect multiplies every time we do something for someone without expecting anything in return.
And one of the most priceless things you can give to another person is your Time. You’re giving them a slice of your life that would never come back.
Blessings are another way of giving people something they can never return. The more you give, the more you find. Its the only treasure which multiplies when given away. When…

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The final 30 days of 2016

It’s that time of the year that people get all introspective about the year going by.. remembering on how they spent the past 11 months, the good along with the bad things and making promises not to repeat them the next year. Not to repeat the bad and continue the good.
But You & I both know, nothing’s gonna change. We’re gonna continue doing the same things😉

On my side, I’m gonna tell you what’s gonna change in 2017 

sc(1) A new Blog Theme..yes! Hope some good new themes come out by then😉
well I guess ..that’s about it.

Happy December Everybody🙂

We’re officially in December, so here’s a joke to begin the festive season.. you might have already read it, but worth reading it one more time😉😉

Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates.

In honor of this holy season, Saint Peter said, “You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into Heaven.”

The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. It represents a candle, he said.

“You may pass through the Pearly Gates” Saint Peter said.

The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, “They’re bells”.

Saint Peter said, “You may pass through the Pearly Gates.”

The third man started searching desperately through his pockets and finally pulled out a pair of women’s panties.

St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, “And just what do those symbolize?”

The man replied, “They’re Carol’s”

Yes, I shared this same joke last year too, around the same time. Always makes me smile. I’ll find a new one for next year😉

Happy December Everybody🙂

Red bulbs

I was definitely overdressed, a lot of little rooms with red bulbs on either side. Looking around the small lanes, being sized up and down by women….as I walked ahead slowly, looking at my paper which said ‘stop at bride bazar and ask for Rosie’. Thanks to my friend Akshay and his contacts in the City of Joy, I was almost at the end of my search. I finally reached Bride Bazar and asked what seemed like a decently dressed woman sitting on the staircase

“Excuse me, where do I find Rosie?”

She turned towards me and muttered something and turned away. Since I didn’t actually hear her clearly I asked again… she put her hand up to stop me.

She said in hindi “sab angrezi aadmi wanting rojie…rojie too much money, I only 1000 and half hour extra” Not knowing what to say, I thought I’d make it simpler

“Rosie…where?” (making the hand signal)

Making a kind of face she pointed to the adjacent building “2nd floor, 2-2-2”. Thanking her, I walked up. I said to myself ‘this is it’! The door was ajar, the moment she heard the sound of the door, she said

“5000Rs, 1 hour”.

I took out my bag, kept it on the table and  closed the door behind me.

“Ritzi” I said

The comb fell from her hand she was combing her hair with, she didn’t turn around but I knew she had recognized the voice. It was a very long time since her last call.. that too all of 11 seconds to say that she was OKAY.

After a gap of around 5 minutes or so, she spoke, still facing the wall

“What are you doing here and how did you find me?”

“Come home Ritzi, you don’t have to live this life any more”

“Go away Ajay, please GO”

taking it slow..

A big ThankYou to all..for making it finally happen. Chacha, chachi, Google aunty, fanta uncle, chechi, chetan, lizzard, pepsi, ramu kaka..Ramu Kaka (or R.K as he liked to be called for short) you could say, he was instrumental in seeing this day become a reality.

The most eligible bachelor or at least according to R.K, the friendly domestic help that made his presence felt for 3 hours every morning, 2 of those hours which he dedicated to making my mother understand that her son (me) was now ready for the next big step in his life and that he knew some beautiful bitiya’s in the neighborhood  who could be seriously considered possible matches. My mother, who for some reason listened to him patiently every single day, now started making her list. R.K doubled up as a marriage broker, tho’ a very average one at that.

Reshma was one name that popped up regularly in their conversations. Reshma was Mrs Banerjee’s  (popularly known as Google Aunty) daughter. Reshma was by far the prettiest bitiya in the neighborhood, it did make things easier that she and I were really good friends. It wouldn’t really hurt getting married to somebody you share a good friendship with. She was a bong, transferred to Mumbai due to her dad’s bank transfer. Mrs Banerjee, her mom, was quite a personality. How she got stuck with the name Google Aunty, we’ll leave that story for another day. We had very interesting neighbors, we had bengali’s, punjabi’s, keralites, nepalis, all thrown into one happy and friendly neighborhood, living in perfect harmony in the suburbs of Mumbai.

After a few meetings, exchange of smiles, sweets and discussions, the date was fixed, the cards were printed in 2-3 weeks, all the neighbors got their Rohan weds Reshma wedding invitations. While the wedding turned out to be a lavish affair where different Indian cuisines were served, it was the bollywood mixed with bhangra music the dj played that got everyone excited. It was one wedding night you wouldn’t want to miss.

Reshma didn’t look as subdued as she was at the ritual ceremony, when she was in the room with now her husband Ro, she liked the shorter version, it saved her those extra few seconds😉 She jumped on Rohan while he was resting on the bed after a long night. For Reshma however, the night had only just begun. It was officially their honeymoon period. Rohan had a sore back after the continuous dancing and Reshma might have done a little damage  to it by jumping on him.

Not the ideal start you’d think ..but Rohan knew he was in for a rough ride.



#ProudToBeProud tag

There are a lot of things we do in life that we aren’t really proud of. But there are equally [okay!maybe not equal] a number of things we’ve done which we are proud of. Time to show them off here on the #ProudToBeProud tag

I’m sure coming up with 10 shouldn’t be difficult.


I am proud of the fact that..

  1. I can sleep with my eyes open. Yes, I have done it many a times very successfully. [Note] It needs practice though.
  2. I have got through every job interview I’ve attended. (It is true that people are impressed by the way I talk) It’s a different issue whether I have chosen to go ahead or not.
  3. I am the only one who can drive the car in the family. Mom, dad & sis don’t drive. Makes me feel important. I also make an excellent night driver.
  4. I can chew a chicken bone dry. I love chicken (at home i.e)
  5. I can cook a decent edible meal for 2 (rice, curry & salad). Have done and been appreciated for the same.
  6. I can keep secrets. I have a lot of my friends secrets that I’ll take to the grave with me. (Some are things that they should be telling their parents, but trust their friends instead)
  7. I’m straight to the face. (I might be able to sugar coat it a little) but the message will be sent across.
  8. I’ve created this blog and stuck with it for over 4 years..and continue to do so.

I managed 8. How many can you think of?

I would encourage you to do this too. No nominations.


The Child in ME

Aditi nominated me for the Child in ME tag, tho’ I am 11 days late..I promised her, I’ll do it..so here goes. I haven’t still managed to lay my hands on the old photo album [simply can’t find it] but I managed to get 2 pics, different stages of my childhood. Don’t know if it matches up with the post but yeah..

~ I have to paste my childhood picture and describe something about it (if I remember)


I have absolutely no idea why my mouth is open. [mum mentions] it was my thing back then.

~ Sharing a childhood memory

Playing house house with my sister and my cousin outside in the balcony of my grandmothers house in the village (sis had this kitchen cooking set) I remember us plucking leaves, cutting them and making some kind of vegetable😉 Okay, that was weird😉

~ A child like habit you still pursue

(a) I still like to eat salt..yes, just a pinch of it. When smaller, it was rock salt now its captain cook😉

(b) I kinda sleep with my mouth open (sometimes). I am now more aware, so don’t do it often.

Nominate fellow children🙂

Ananya, Radhika, Carol and Shubangi12241744_10153179333301120_7198377766892303213_n

An extra bonus childhood pic when in school (first row, middle boy) Sorry Aditi, for making you wait so long :)