One Tiramisu please.........

(For unenlightened souls, Blackie is my neigbour's adopted pet dog)

She probably can recognize a Choo from a Bata;and a Birken from a Todd.Given half a chance, she might stroll in carrying an LV. Maybe she has a couple stashed away somewhere ...who knows-when it comes to Blackie, anything is possible?!

She’s the Diva to beat them all. We call her the Director General-Quality Control- Canine Operation, Gurgaon. Mothers in law-take a backseat. When it comes to making knees quail, she's got it down pat!

Flanked by two very anxious looking escort dogs, she walks in through the open gate and straight into our house. She examines the dog bowls to check if the food given matches that in Michlin starred restuarants; then wanders into our bedroom to check if the dog beds and pillows are fluffy enough and have been laundered in Comfort Softener. The other day I heard her muttering something about satin bed sheets being mandatory for dogs. As she trots around the house, if Blizzard or Phoenix want to pay obescience she is more than happy to let them.

If all is as per her strict specifications, she gives a bark-probably a signal to her acolytes outside that all dog comforts in our home meet the standards required.
Once in a while, the bark seems rather different in tenor-but my husband said it was my imagination-as you can see, we are quite nervous about her reactions.

Once her work is done, she settles down-sometimes for a nap, sometimes for a bowl of milk. One dare not ask her-ours not to ask why-only to do or die. !!!!!!

We recently discovered that she prefers Mc Vitie to Marie; and ofcourse full cream milk, if you please. I offered her a piece of cake the other day- and her look indicated( I think-?)that she would not settle for less than Tiramisu. Nadya-One Tiramisu please!!!!!!!!!( Nadya - a close friend whose desserts are to die for)

And oh! one therapist for me , please........preferably past life regression specialist-I think there's a meow in me somewhere.........

Angelina, Ash, Sushmita, take a bow please-as I said the Diva to beat them all!!!!!!!!

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Dreams and the beholder

Hes all grown now
6 feet something
A bundle of energy
And dreams

Different
From the ones
I had dared to dream

But
Dreams they say
Are in the eyes of the beholder

And so I need
To see differently
To look beyond
My thoughts and dreams

To see
The colour and beauty
Of his dreams

For us

Somehow
It survived

Amongst the
Threadbare furniture
the never ending laundry
the surly tempers
the kitchen work

Between the unpaid bills
And empty bank accounts

Notwithstanding
broken dreams
angry voices
harsh words

……………
Across seven seas and back
Over the naysayers and those
Who laughed at the tears
And broken lives

Over 25 years of togetherness…………..Love survived…………

A dream danced to life

She stared
at the anklets in her hands
The bells jingling gently
As if they dared not disturb
others dreams
More important than hers

Her hands held them
a little bewildered
She had forgotten
Why she bought them

For years they had lain
In a corner of the attic
Thrown there because
There was no space in the house
It was full of others lives and dreams

Alone at last
After all had left
she tried them on

And as they jingled
A little noisier now
A dream
Slowly danced to life
Just for a few minutes

And then was put away again
As she tended to others lives
So that they could live their dreams

Just maybe.............

Sometimes I see her
In a trice she’s gone
Just for a mintue
Was that not her?

In a melody
An old song
A new rhythm
A dance step
A vibrant colour
And then a pastel one

I blinked and she was gone
Did I imagine it?
Or was she there………

When and where
Did she get lost,,,,,,,,,
Was it
Amongst the laundry
The groceries
The dust sparkling through the air

Or did she she just cease to exist
Was it sudden
Or was it slowly
Day after day
Year after year
With each harsh word spoken
With each dream that broke
With the echo
Who asked you to dream?

Is she gone
Is she lost

I blinked
And suddenly
There she was again

A blaze of colour
a jingling of the anklet

maybe I can find her
maybe its not too late
just maybe…………

Grumble and Nadya-Where the saga began

It began with him-a little black furball with eyes that tore into your soul with their look of hope. Cuddled in my 6 foot 2 sons’ arms-he melted our hearts. Little did we know that he was to leave us in a day

Nadya, my son’s friend had picked him out at Friendicoes-and gifted him to Sid. They named him Grumble for the little rumbling grumbling noises he made.He was not in very good health. My sons and their friends nursed him day and night for a week-taking him regularly to the vet.


Around the 8th day- he breathed his last on Dr Kumar’s table. The previous vet had treated him wrongly.

My husband, Sid, Nick and Nadya gave him a tearful burial in a field near our home.

I watched as my hulk of a son cried his heart out for a week. It was a side of him I had never seen before.

To cheer him up, we then adopted 4 street pups-and then came Blizzard and Pheoneix –and as they say-life has not been the same since.

It all began with Grumble-and ofocurse Nadya. Thank you Nadya
Sid and Nadya visit Grumble's final resting place even today-and place flowers -for a soul who lit up our hearts and then left for his special place in heaven

The boy on the road

Its more than four years now, maybe five. The sight haunts me even today as I drive past the spot.
years ago, at about 8 10 am as I neared the Mega Mall, I saw a crowd near the pavement. I slowed my car down-trying to see what the commotion was about.
He lay on the road-a fair handsome young lad of about 17-dressed in a read and white striped shirt and blue jeans. His eyes closed, the wind ruffling his thick straight hair- horrified, my eyes went to the pool of blood streaming out from his head.
In an absolute state of shock I drove past-blankly driving right up to my school parking slot. As I mechanically got down- two colleagues who had also passed the boy were talking about it. Dead on the spot-one of them said

I walked slowly upstairs to my classroom.

Three of us working in one of the best schools in the country-well regarded educators -not one of us had stopped to check if we could help.

Even today I wonder-what if there had been the faitnest trace of a pulse.
Whose son was it-had he stepped out to buy milk or bread, to catch a bus. Who was waiting for him at home

For days after that-I scoured the local news-there was no mention of any accident or any fatality. Maybe he had lived

I will never know-his face haunts me till today. I say a prayer every single time I pass that spot. I should have stopped the car that day

I should have known better

I thought I could resist him. At my age, a woman should know better. I had been there, done that and then some.

He was always there for me-through laughter and tears, through good times and bad. I only had to call and he would be at my side. He meant at lot to me-he had done a lot for me-but what he was asking for was just too much.

He said nothing-but his eyes said it all-How could you?
There was no way I was giving in. I determinedly ignored him and daintily nibbled at my Subway sandwich. Words were not required-the silence between us said it all-it was over-thats it-over! I could not agree to his request.

How dare he-how dare he?! Indignation built in me- I turned to him to give him a piece of my mind. I wish I hadn’t. His eyes,irresistible at the best of times, he gave me a soulful look that would have melted ice in the Arctic.

With a sigh, I gave in. 25 years of marriage and two grown up sons –one would have thought I knew better. But sadness hath no equal like Blizzard denied a Subway!!!!!!!!

With a dramatic sigh-I handed over my well earned Subway-and was rewarded with a tail that wagged all the way from here to Subway (read doggie) heaven!