If I were a baby again

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I heard the alarm say "Tring Tring..Tring Tring.." I'm confused, is it not supposed to say "Cuckoo Cuckoo" like I configured that day with so much pain. Damn you electronics! Time to wake up and put on my kettle to boil. Thank god it is a weekend!

I'm feeling lifted, this feels damn good. Yeah like in a smooth roller coaster.. Hmm.. heavenly... Huh there is mom. She is looking very pretty today. Oh yeah I'm not wearing my contacts !
Excuse me did I say mom? Isnt she supposed to be sitting in India probably cooking a good dinner. Oh man sometimes I can be very dreamy or may be I'm not.I'm wearing a frilly dolly dress and looking like a ...errr..BABY!!

Should I say yipee or should I cry. And let me see .. the calendar shows 1983 !
(And yeah there goes my age..)
Whew you daisy blue so much for suggesting the topic!

Now that I'm a baby,I might as well as enjoy this. What more, I am a collaboration of 2009 in 1983.
So here I am, being pampered by well,  whew, so many people in here. Looks like so much fun,with balloons all over. Wonder what this is all about. May be a party !

Oh there comes my Grandmom, wish she was alive now. She used to give me the best sweets ever. 
By the way thats my name in the wall.. and its a birthday banner. How stupid of me not to notice the date in the calendar. Its my day.. Hurray !!!

This feels so nice and here is my uncle taking my pictures in a Kodak camera. Here comes my dad with his big mustache.And thank god he took that away in the later years.

I cant recognise many people here. I'm not supposed to recognise right? I'm a baby.

What is that big lady doing in here? Oh no dont feed me , my stomach feels heavy. No no..Please..Oh oh..Yuck ! I'm sorry..but you didnt leave me any choice other than puke!

Hmm.. this is exciting , 
I can do whatever I want ,yet noone looks at me weirdly. 
I eat what I want and I do not bother if I'm fat.
I dont have to strain my legs and walk miles, someone is always there to carry me.
May be I dont wear what I want, but definitely I talk what I want.
No exams,no resumes and no emails.
No cellphones ringing,no laptops clicking and no TVs yelling.I can really live without these.

Life is going good.
Hey I'm cutting a cake, its not a black Forest or a Dark chocolate its a simple plain vanilla cake with a candle on it. And here comes my first doll.
Its lovely and I am the princess.

"Cuckoo..Cuckoo" there goes my alarm.I get up and put my kettle on.
"Hey you have got cake on your face. Where did you go,a birthday party?" J asks.
"May be.................????? " I reply back with a perplexed smile.

P.S : This short fiction is inspired by the movie "17 Again"

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The Indian Dream

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Happy to be back in blog-a-ton ! And what a ironic topic when I'm away from the country.
Before proceeding to pen down my thoughts, I would like to display a picture that caught my eye,

This is from google.com & thats India to the rest of the world !

I was sitting in my window seat on my flight journey to the US , engrossed in my novel when I noticed muscular guy with huge tatoos all over his hand.

"Man,thats frightening" even as I couldnt just think these words,
he said "Hi" & sat next to me.
"Whew.. big time lady " that was me grumbling.

My flight took off and I put my own headphones to watch "The Proposal" - a romantic comedy movie starring Sandra Bullock .
"Which country are you from" he said.
"India" came my reply. I knew he was an American & didnt reciprocate.
"Thats great. I'm just back from India" he said.
This interested me & now I wanted to know more.(True Indian huh ? )

And here goes our conversation
"Cool..so what did u do in India"
"I worked on a project for my college in Kolkata"
"Oh.. what kind of project?"
"Okay its an NGO which takes care of the needy & as part of the program we donated some computers & helped the people in a remote village in Kolkata.."
"Thats great...how long did you stay?"
"I stayed nearly for 6 weeks and now back to my home"

He then explained to me about his work & his Indain experience including his eating rasogolas which is irrelevant to the topic here so that goes in a separate post later !

(Are you saying that I have still not come to the topic?
Dont curse me guys.. I am on my way :-) )



Now think about this.
Here I am a software engineer working for an MNC based in US, on a long leave, going to join my husband who is also a software engineer, also working for the same MNC !

And here is this guy, back from India, been to remote places which I know most of us have never been. Did a really good deed & planning to do more again.

I was really a bit ashamed to hear this. I dont know if many of you feel the same.

But we Indians write code for programs to run all over the world.
We have many unknown swiz bank accounts hidden smartly.
We have many NRIs in the richest people's list.

Yet people from other countries feed us.
Are we already not in a position to feed ourselves?

And thats exactly what my Indian dream is - Diversity.

If we are diversified and the difference that we have here between the slum and the Bungalow diminishes at least to a reasonable level, we would have automatically taken care of all the thorns on our way to success.

And on that final day, people from our country would be travelling around the globe to help the poor & needy.
Hope to see those stepping stones soon.

You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?" -George Bernard Shaw

Jai Hind !

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The Cream and Scum of Blogging

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As soon as I think of this topic all I could picture are two tiny people talking or rather arguing around me.Today they will do the talking in my blog.

Blog Devil(BD) : What a topic to discuss! Rats anyday blogging is a scum. And blog a Ton- what a name! These people are job less..

(Me:You are being watched buddy!)

Blog Angel(BA): Hey why do you tell that way, if not for blogging you would never be alive today

(Me:Right)

BD: Oh there she comes !! the sweet little Angel with her frilly frock..

(Me: I dont see any frills in the frock.. or Do I ?!)

BA:You can call me all you want , but I’m happy that I’m part of the blog world.. I have many friends to connect with..

(Me:Yup she is right)

BD:Friends !! HaHa.you mean. the ones who come to your blog & drop a line so that they get a reader .. ??They are not friends my dear they are selfish..

(Me: May be ??!)

BA: That is not being selfish that's acquaintance.. & you communicate with them and develop your friendship

(Me:There you go)

BD:Oh blah blah… see Daisyblue.. Always addicted and look how she is neglecting her work that earns her bread..

(Me: Oops hope my boss doesn't hear this)

BA:That is not true .. Daisyblue has revived her blog after a long break..it energises her.. and her blog layout full of flowers wow!.. it does refresh me :-) !

(Me: ***giggling***)

BD:Huh and look how much time it takes to load in a browser.& how many people are trying to open it and waste the company’s bandwidth

(Me: Huh ?!)

BA: What does it matter when compared to the N number of movies people download over the net, Mr.Devil?

(Me: HeHeHe..clever girl)

BD:May be nothing, but people like daisyblue are just aloof. They are the ones who do not know how to mingle when they are single.. How does that sound my dear?!

(Me:Who said I'm single you freak ?!)

BA:Daisyblue is not Shilpa Shetty to shout that she is ready to mingle. Blogging is a way to express her feelings in words. That doesn't mean that these people sit quietly in a corner wherever they go

(Me:Way to go)

BD: You may not believe me but a study says so. It says that all lonely, depressed and passive people blog. They have a whole new character outside the blogosphere .

(Me:Split personality ..!?too much fiction )

BA:There is a proverb, "A person who doesn't know to dance, tells that the dais is crooked" you are the same & its a no use talking to an empty head so I bid you goodbye !

BD:I dont need your Good bye to end my day. I'm off from this stupid blogosphere..

Wow..that was such war of words in the middle of my blog! I'm happy to have the blog angel with me.But too much of the angel will eventually bore me out.

Whom to you like ? BA or the BD ? Pour in your thoughts

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