THE DIARY OF A HOUSEWIFE

As another year beckons us we can only hope that life will get better and the future will hold promises as none before. Hope springs eternal and with the Aam Aadmi taking over the reins of a horse which has been left to run amok since we gained independence from the British, maybe just maybe the game may finally change for the better.  A man with a magic wand he may not be but he has managed to give hope to millions of citizens where there was none. There just might be light at the end of the tunnel.  Inspired and impressed by the man of the moment my very good friend and a regular contributor to my blog,  Bhumika Singh pours her thoughts and feelings below.  As Kejriwal becomes the 7th C.M. of Delhi................... I drift back to the days at school. Those were the days of idealism. We actually did believe we were capable of changing this world an its wrong ways. We believed that if we were true to ourselves and committed to the values that w...

      Life as I have known has been a blessing. Born into an air force family of loving parents, a brother who was also a friend, adoring grandparents who we would spend our vacations with, and a very secure and happy environment, I have had a good life. My life became even better when I met my husband and my best friend, an air force officer, a fighter pilot and wrote a new chapter in my life…a chapter filled with love, memories, joy, moments that I will cherish till my dying day, and the best of all my two boys, who are my life.  Of course life as everyone knows it is just a journey and expedition.  My expedition has taken me on many different paths.  There have been straight roads, winding roads, mountains to climb, hills and valleys to go up and down, and turns here and there that have filled my life with all different kinds of challenges, obstacles and changes.  But what has made this life interesting is that I've always been sur...

We are told time and time again by the people who have taken upon themselves to rule us that we have a lot to thank them for because they let us live in an independent nation, a democratic country which allows us freedom to do, think and speak. How truly democratic and free is India? Do the people and citizens of this country really have any power? Now to make things clear to myself I first did research on what democracy is? I found a lot of information but the below mentioned points summarise what a true democracy entails: 1. A political system for choosing and replacing the government through free and fair elections. 2. T he active participation of the people, as citizens, in politics and civic life.  3.   Protection of the human rights of all citizens. 4.  A  rule of law, in which the laws and procedures apply equally to all citizens. In a democracy, the people are supreme—they are the highest form of political authority. Power flows from the ...

With only a few hours to go for Vivek to be back home Bhumika my friend pens the last verse of this series. Welcome home Vivek... Dear Pati, Kyun ye lamha thehra hai, Waqt par kiska pehra hai? Ek arsa beet gaya bin tere, Tere paas na hone ka dard bahut gehra hai. Ab to ghadi par he nazre tiki huee hain, Ye saase bhi lagta hai kuch ruki huee hain, Mere dil ka haal kehta aaj mera chehra hai, Tere paas na hone ka dard bahut gehra hai. Aas paas khamosh se hulchul huee hai, Kuch soch samajh na aane ki naubat huee hai, Teri yaadon ke saye ka is dil pe pehra hai Tere paas na hone ka dard bahut gehra hai. Humko maloom hai bahut jald tere aane ki dastak hogi, Na jaane phir us pal kaisi meri haalat hogi, Hum to sambhal he jaenge, par is dil ka marz gehra hai, Tere paas na hone ka dard bahut gehra hai. Muddaton bad tumko dekhkar kuch keh bhi paaenge hum? Yakin nahin hai ki khul ke hans bhi paaenge hum. Dar hai ki beh na jaye wo dariya jo meri aankhon mein thehra hai,...

Dear Pati, As you guzzle down that huge pitcher, Of exquisite chilled bavarian beer, Don't forget your sulking friends back here, It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! If here, you'd call up all your friends, A day before, some last minute attempts, And then a frenetic search for liquor, It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! Together you'd hop from shop to shop, Collecting bottles at every stop, With utter delight, it calls for a cheer, It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! As if there wouldn't be tomorrow to drink, Such imprudent boys, with nothing to think, Inanely popping bottles there and here, It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! A land where Gandhi never walked upon, Therein today you drink with aplomb, You forget how we celebrate his birthday here? It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! How many pounds up do you stand today? With so much of beer, how much do you weigh? Can I still hold you in my arms? I fe...

Dear Pati, Jab kaale badal aate hain, Har oor andhera chhata hai, Aur tez hawaon ka jhoonka, Man vichlit sa kar jata hai, Jab nabh mein hoti ek garjan, Sun har koi dar jata hai, Tab dharti ki pyas bujhane ko, Jeevan amrit barsane ko, Varsha ki boonde aati hain, Aur nutan raag sunati hain, Kal-kal tup-tup ki sargam sun, Man mein phir dheeraj aata hai, Aasha ka nanha prabal deep, Ek baar punah jal jaata hai. Saawan ki madhur phuhaaren jab, Sab kuch swarnim kar jaati hain, Tab man ka wo anjana dar, Bus paani mein mil jaata hai Tum aaj bhale he oojhal ho, Mere naino ke aangan se, Chhahe is kshan yu lagta hai, Simtega kab jo phaila hai, Megho ke paar chhupa suraj, Aage aano ko vyakul hai, Aur maun raat ka dooba chandra, Kirne bikhrana chahta hai. Kehto ho tum "kucch dheer dharo, Sahas sab paar lagata hai, Asmanjas ka kya kaam bhala, Ankush dono ko dharna hai." Par jab sandhya deti dastak, Ambar ka rang gehrata hai, Rug-rug mein bharta sun...

9 Days to go... Dear Pati, Upon the shower panel today, An empty "Gold Flake" packet lay. As I was giving the kids a wash, And saved myself from the water slosh, My eyes fell upon a glistening thing, Behind the shelf it was neatly sitting. An impish guy had hidden it thus, Be back. We really need to discuss! Remember the days when we dated? To get married, how eagerly you waited! And promised that after we wed, The ash stick would eternally be shed. The promise, wrecked and forgone, Resurfaced, when the first one was born. And then again after the second one came, You pledged to quit. Ah! A tall claim! Much water passed beneath the bridge, Between us, it sometimes created a ridge. Your plan to quit does never occur, The only matter where we never concur. And look at you! You mailed me a snap, Holding a cigarette between your fingers' gap! How could you believe I wouldn't observe? Once back, a piece of my mind y...

11 Days to go... Dear Pati, My O my! How do you handle all this? It is so maddening, it really is. So many concerns and all at once, You live through this? Must admire your brilliance! Quality, development, purchase and production, Finance of course needs a special mention, Matters related to H.R. too, A magic wand is crucial, To help me sail through! Someone from here, something from there, Is this what every day you bear? Albeit I saw you day after day, But now I live through it your way! I thought I handled quite a bit, And doing a nearly perfect trade. Undergoing your toil, I must admit, Mine is a child's play, I'm afraid! The day you will be back, I say, I will take off for a couple of days. No work, no toil and nothing to pay heed, Will put my legs up, watch TV. and read!!! 10 Days to go... Dear Pati, Why is there so much dismay? Why am I so low? With each and every passing day, The dismal feeling grows. Hand...

13 Days to go... Dear Pati, Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye, Bachcho ne bade maze lekar khaye, Chashni mein doobe the, Ras se bhare ajoobe the, Kisi nein do mujhe bhi thamaye, Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye. Apni chhutki ko na jane kaise, Bus yuhi baithe baithe, Achanak papa bahut yaad aaye, Isliye ghar gulab jamun aaye. Sabke khoob kehne par, Do-char maine bhi khaye, Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye. Haath mein bhari katori thee, Man mein peeda bhi thodi thee, Dekh gulab jamun tum bahut yaad aaye, Aur na jaane kaise ye naina chalak aaye. Phir dieting ka vichaar man se hatakar, Tumhara naam lekar maine bhi khaye, Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye. Tum hote yahan to bahut pyar se, Kehte yehi mujhse thak-haar ke, "Begum itne se kya hota hai? Khane do na, bahut man hota hai. Chalees degree par hain garmaye, Kya bhadhiya khushboo ke hain jhoke aaye." Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye. Aaj hriday pachtaya hai, Soch yehi ghabraya hai, ...

15 Days to go... Dear Pati, You said you were homesick, I say I'm sick of a home without you. You said you can't wait to come back, I say I can't wait to have you back too. I say without you its difficult to be, You say that life is lonely without me. I say the world has lost its charm, You say you miss me in your arms. You ask if the children miss you too? I say ofcourse my dear, they do. You ask if everything is fine? I say without you I just can't align. The chit-chat leads to just nowhere, Would end this way, I was aware. I am here and you are there, And between us is a little prayer. O God, please take good care of him. You know he is my dearest thing. Pay heed to all he has to say, You see, I'm just too far away. 14 Days to go... Dear Pati, Ah! The pleasures of being a wife, Of a husband who left his debit card behind! The golden smooth and shiny thing, Is glistening like my ...