#LoveJatao – Happy Grandparents Day!

Grandparents,  
beacons who  
light up  
disturbing days and  
nights, 
 
Witness
Limitless  
Plates of biriyani 
licked off 
Sliding fingers sticky 
With aromatic masala, 
 
Saffron smeared  
badam halwa 
Scooped out of  
crystal bowls, 
 
A game of monopoly? 
Staggering wads 
Of rainbow cash, 
What’s the balance – banker? 
Ears pinched crimson, 
I’m so bad at math!

Grandparents – Creatures of habit who love to sleep on time and whose one goal is to see you beaming like bugs bunny spotting a bag of carrots. Your tummy is a slave to your grandmother or just a trash can where you dump the contents of her lavishly stocked refrigerator.

Ever recall those nights you could break curfew and stay up watching movies, munching on popcorn? The summer was just an excuse to sprint to Gram’s place and lie on inviting plush red couch. Plus, the academic year was always a traumatizing episode and Grandma’s head massage was the ultimate solution.

Honestly, it’s time we pamper them for change. Let us clasp that golden ticket and make this grandparents day a memorable event. Below is a list of activities that I have planned for tomorrow:

1. Buy freshly caught fish from the beach and make fish curry 

One of Granma’s fondest dishes is fish curry prepared from freshly caught fish sold at the shores of Marina beach. I nicked a smooth recipe from my mother in law and it works every time like a charm! Granma, brace yourself because the fish curry will be a blast of flavours, lingering in your mouth.

2. Play a game of monopoly with the grandparents 

Summer vacations at grans were incomplete without playing a game of monopoly. I was once a proud owner of the original editions of the nostalgic board game set and my grandparents would play until they fell asleep. So, I want to revisit that beautiful memory and aggravate grandma through the purchase of heavy rent paying properties. That immediately frazzles her patience and it is fun to watch!

3. Give Grandpa a head massage 

As a child, my baby brother had the habit of plucking my grandpa’s hair, in the name of giving him a massage. It was agonizing to watch him squirm and withstand the pain out of love for his grandson. I will breathe down my brother’s neck the entire day if I have to force him to give grandpa the head massage that he deserves. Maybe this time, with a bottle of Parachute Advansed coconut oil and get it right.

4. Order fried chicken and pizza from Pitstop

Even though Grandma’s Ninja cooking skills skyrocket through the roof, sometimes, she loves to order her favourite fried chicken and grandpa’s weakness – pizza from a restaurant called Pitstop. Despite their best efforts to place an order through a phone call, they always mess up something which awakens the Kraken in grandpa. So, the fried chicken and pizza are a given because I don’t want her to slave away in the kitchen.

5. Plan a movie night with Amazon Prime 

What’s a fam-jam without a movie night? The last step is to lure the whole family into the living area with large bowls of buttered popcorn and badam halwa. Even though Grandpa might end up snoring on the burgundy La-Z-Boy, it would still be a day worth reminiscing.

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I have my docket of activities planned and ready to be set in motion for the big day, how about you? You know you can do the same, clear your schedule, plan a date, and #lovejatao to the oldest members of your family. Get to know their present fetishes and hang out with them, you never know what might surprise you.

I look forward to hear from you how would you celebrate Grandparents Day. Do share a selfie with your grandparents on Sept. 10, 2017 on Twitter or Facebook with #LoveJatao & tag @blogadda to win a goodie from Parachute Advansed.


This post is also a part of  #4 Tuesday’s Writings with the prompts: traumatized, witnessed, and disturbing.

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Left with half a heart – #HalfGirlfriend

This is the story of a beloved friend of mine who knowingly lost the most precious man she ever knew. Her name is withheld for obvious reasons and the other two characters in her life have been given fake names. Hope you find her story to be agonizingly painful, just like I did.  

  

Pain pierced through her like fire licking her nerves, she stayed still for more than a minute and that disconcerted those in her company. James, her brother’s best friend since childhood and her unsolicited crush. He sat there in all his glory, with a dusky beauty on his arm and basking in new found loveClearly, he had moved on or she had become insipidShe blew her chance with the one man she cared about because she never had the balls to consecrate their relationship.  

Sleepless nights of wondering what they were and if it could remotely turn into something more were incinerated to nothing. She chose to remain devoted to being his half girlfriend although countless scenarios played through her mind. Now, she could cross it off the list as there was no more a significant ‘other’ to begin with. Her blanket of joy and comfort was stripped. Nothing would come close to the feeling of Jimmy‘s arms around her. He was no longer her human shield laced with love and ferocity. The dam of tears will break free and there would not be a single soul to wipe a drop away 

James Woods was man of honor, full of life and so much love to give. He was there for in her when she was in dire need of a shoulder to cry on, drowning in misery. A shield of protectiveness when her own brother had abandoned her. He was there to catch her fall, he was the one who pieced her family back together when all went to shit. The bridge between her wretched brother, Anthony and her bastard self. Why did he blame her, she had no idea! Their father was the one who opted adultery over a beautiful family he could have saved and cherished. When blames were being thrown around like dodge balls, Jimmy was always there, her half-boyfriend and the silver lining.  

Years of having indulged in a half relationship, she never once stopped to appreciate the bond she had with the exquisite man. He was a giver and she just gobbled everything he had to give. She had been his half girlfriend and she soaked in the comfort of that thought. The solace of his kisses and words were no longer hers to bear. Having beheld the sight of another woman fortified in his warmth shattered her soul. Alas, she had been as blind as a bat.

“I am sharing a Half relationship story at BlogAdda in association with #HalfGirlfriend” 

 

 

Awesome and crazy times with my kid brother – #MagicOfWarmth

Siblings can switch from Lucifer’s spawn mode to momma’s little angel in a split-second. Only you know their true form and trying to expose the truth to your parents when you are the oldest sibling will do you no good. Having to deal with their stupid tantrums and tattle-tale tendencies can be morally strenuous. My kid brother is 17 and I am 23. It is an understatement if I say we have got issues. https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gifAs I think back to those simpler times, it was just him that I had to deal with. When it came to physically eliminating the threat and by that, I mean interminable days filled with bickering, arm-slapping and telling on one another. With an age gap of six years, mum and dad were never surprised when each one of us individually approached them with complaints. Mostly, dad would shrug and ask me to cut the little guy some slack, much to my agitation, of course.  He would soon be met with a string of whines like – ‘This is so unfair.’ Or ‘he started it!’

To be honest, we fought over the most stupid things in the world. Then again, we wouldn’t be siblings if we didn’t. The primary reason behind every fight would be food. He always depleted the chocolate stock from the freezer and not to mention cartons of fruit yoghurt which he manages to nick from my share! Although mum divides our share of anything she bought for us from the supermarket, he always found my hiding spot and ransacks it. Throwing a tantrum after such a situation wasn’t uncommon in our household and especially when he touches my leftover portion of KFC or Pizza! All hell breaks loose then and mum knew better than to stoke the dragon, so she carefully concealed my share in a safe place only she knew where.

Baby brothers are total snitches, but we know that all too well. Growing up, we had strict parents which kept us both on the edge. My dad was quite the baddie when it came to shunning contact with boys. Not that I cared too much because I wasn’t the one to look for a serious (ridiculous) relationship in high school! I had guy friends, though, and it would pose a problem when they called me on the home phone. Yes, that was a time when I didn’t own a cell phone like most kids at school, hence, the landline addiction.

However, did I manage to lull my rage when my brother threatened to tattle about my phone calls to dad, I don’t know. But somehow, we ended up making deals with one another. Most of which involved him getting my larger share of chocolates. Eventually, we found our middle ground – Lord of the Rings trilogy and Harry Potter saga marathons. That was the foundation of our peacekeeping treaty. Even today I grin when I reminisce about our countless vacations when we repetitively watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy, much to my mother’s torment.

Our magic of warmth moments comprised of innumerable movie marathons and sizzling butter popcorn. Occasionally, we would swap the popcorn with leftover chicken soup but what the hell. We would forget the sibling rivalry and revel in the warmth of the blanket fort. It was worth every minute of my time. In times like those, I realise that I love that little hammerhead of a brother!

I’m blogging about my #MagicOfWarmth moment at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed Hot Oil

My Jug – #DearZindagi

“Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.” ― Sarah Dessen

459 friends on Facebook.

344 followers on twitter.

185 followers on Instagram.

Numerous contacts online on WhatsApp.

But there is only one friend who listens to my rants at three am in the morning and that ‘four am’ friend is Pooja Sathyanarayanan.

She is tall, geeky, bespectacled and has just the right amount of crazy in her. A psych grad who manages to squeeze boyfriends, workload and resolving my problems with magical solutions which help me liberate my emotions into her ultra-busy schedule. It may seem like a simple deed, but to be there for someone in time of their need is beyond anything you can hope for.

I have a nasty habit of verbally abusing people and underrating them constantly, just to keep them grounded. They don’t seem to realize the healthiness of the act and they fail to see that I reserve that kind of love for people I like. Pooja is mostly entertained by new ways I discover to abuse her and she laughs it off with a fake ‘ha-ha’. The best quips largely revolve around her ginormous frame and how uncomfortably bony her shoulders are that you can’t lean on them during desperate times.

Though it physically hurts me to say this, her levelheadedness and tranquillity serve as a voice of reason in my most desperate times. She is my one stop solution for all my psychological therapeutic needs. I have no qualms about sharing my deepest and darkest fears and insecurities with this nut head. In a sea of judgmental and derisive people, she is a refreshing breath of genuineness. Isn’t that what we all crave, a friend who doesn’t judge you and accept you for who you are! Someone who is always there for you and embraces the madness and blasphemous culture with your influence.

This child of joy has been torn from my arms and cast into the chasms of the fiery pit called the U.S. However, she is having the time of her life, partying all night long and carving pumpkins for Halloween. I remember urging her to “see the world” because my maternal instinct kicked in and I couldn’t help myself but sound like a total mom. This is an appreciation post for my nerdiest pal, Pooja (and belated happy birthday to you, love). She is the sanest person I know, just a year older than I am, someone, who doesn’t shy away from trying new things, a daredevil in her own way, a fierce friend, and MY JUG. I love you, you wolf in sheep’s clothing, for being my jug for the past five years and having the heart to not quit being so.

 

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am writing about Jug in my life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda.

Zest for Life – #DearZindagi

 ‘A tree without roots is just a piece of wood.’ – Marco Pierre White

 Dear Zindagi,

My old friend, a comrade in arms and partner in crime, I finally get a chance to address this special letter to you. What a journey it has been! Twenty-three years and counting, there is still so much work to be done. The real enemy is time, though, ever so ready to snatch the treasured moments from right under my nose. But you were the true master, perpetually bestowing zen lessons through every encounter. You permitted my emotions to be ensnared and tampered with, just to enlighten me of the possible threats in the future. I believe I am in a phase of acceptance and understanding (not entirely though). There was always a reason, a motive or a valuable moral behind all those incidents which passed me by. Only I was too foolish and arrogant to see or affirm the truth.

There is a thought that echoes through my head, through intense pain comes power. Pain is an ally and a foe, it makes you do the inconceivable. Zindagi, you have given me more pain than pleasure and yet I stand sewn together in one piece. You have taught me that nothing comes without a price and that beautifies the experiences. I have asked myself numerous times, what am I willing to pay to put a smile on the faces of the ones I love. The answer is – pain, sadly.

Eons of searching

has led to this moment

I live and breathe

with a shred of happiness

impermanent,

flawed,

wedging a fire into my blood

let me run

and feel

life

so, beautiful,

yet catastrophic.

The morose events are not all that you are made of, Zindagi. I hope to God that it is not the inevitable end. Blissful memories do resurface now and then. Like the time when my first crush smiled at me and my heart palpitations enhanced tenfold or when my class won the Annual High-School Cook-Off by making prawn biriyani. It is the little things that matter, that makes you grin whenever you think about how daft you were. My past bosomed immeasurable recklessness, youthful relentlessness, and exuberant love affairs with celebrities, book characters, and random strangers (in my head). That was the kind of happiness I was exposed to, residing in my perfect bubble of oblivion.

The present, however, is a completely different scenario. Evidently, you know about my sole reason of existence, my eighteen-month-old daughter. I recall a powerful quote by one of the most hated characters on the show Game of Thrones – “The more people you love, the weaker you are. You’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do. You’ll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children.”  There is so much depth in this quote, it depicts her true nature as a lioness (Of the House Lannister) and the fierceness of her love. Likewise, the love I have for my kid is unrestrained and pure. What more can I ask of you, Zindagi?

Thank you, for such understanding parents and a bratty little brother who never fails to disrupt my patience. I thank you for giving me an incredible husband, who would stand by me at any cost. The memories I have made with my beautiful family will be forever stagnant in my brain. The friends I have made in this short span called lifetime, ceaselessly love me from near and afar. I am glad to have you alongside me in this wild ride. Thank you, Zindagi.

 

Yours.

 

Check out the teaser of the movie – Dear Zindagi which stars the scintillating Shah Rukh Khan and youth icon Alia Bhatt. This tangy combination is all set to blow your mind and looks like a clear winner.

“I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda”.