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Friday, July 25, 2014

Father's Name Please... Only!

So recently we were getting a new passport made for our newborn. As we were going through the forms at home, I realized, India doesn’t really recognize a mother. All things said and done, being a mother in India, gives you the status of just another, say, a tree, or a bird flying up there in the sky, or the concrete building in your neighbourhood – hello, getting the drift?

I meant, your status is that okay, you are there, be happy, but don’t come out in the forefront, coz you barely exist.

As we were checking all the paperwork and getting them sorted for the visit to the passport office (which, let me tell you, is now much much better than what it was earlier – getting any kind of paperwork in India is a pain in all the choices of places, as you all know.)

All the spaces were being signed by hubby, as he sat down signing his name and filling it out in capital letters. Poor guy – had to do that for so many papers.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

I Promise I Have A Baby, Give Me Food?

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That night we went out on an impulse to eat at a famous roadside eatery. It was just the four of us - me, hubby, and our daughters.

The night was cool and it was quite cosy sitting inside the car - a great way to have some delicious roadside food. We ordered in a rush, wanting to sample most of the possible delicacies that were so tempting.

Hubby headed to the stall and I was sitting inside with the kids, my window rolled down a bit. It was then that I heard her, a soft whisper, a soft, hesitated asking.

She was selling balloons, those beautiful colorful things of our childhood that kids these days probably don't have much charm left for. Maybe it's us, the parents, who have successfully managed to deviate them from all things simple and move towards the more 'sophisticated' world of gadgets...alas...

I turned to look at her. She was a thin woman, of course a migrant from some village, her dirty saree draped around her, covering her head, a thin hand holding on to the supposedly wonderful things she was trying to sell on that busy food stall packed road, but wasn't making much success of.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Tales From The Lift: My Few Minutes' Worth of Blog Thoughts!

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So much as the title suggests, I do meet quite a few interesting people in the lift, or elevator, if that is what you want to call it. It could be people in my own building, people in an elevator in the mall or people in any elevator anywhere......

The thing is - if you keep your eyes open, there is a lot of interesting things you can see in people who are standing in the lift - even in those few minutes it takes to reach where you are headed.

I do meet quite a few interesting creatures in the lift...on and off......and yes, it makes for some interesting blog posts, why not! I mean, if I can think those thoughts out in my head, I can very well write them here too, right? It's my blog....remember? ;)

So yes, I wish I had such a cute guy in the lift with least to not stare while side-staring (it's an art that we all do, admit it!), and I can wish as much as I want to. But obviously my luck is super different....

Anyways, the fact is that I do get some fun creatures to be talking about, and I will ensure I do so..

Till then...ciao!

- Debolina Raja Gupta


And like I always believe in and say:
"Heal the world we live in
Save it for our children" - MJ

Debolina Raja Gupta