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Darling, Be Gentle On My Curves

4 May

“Tiny spaces and small handbags make you look big.. Now that’s the first tip to keep in mind! Make sure you are always photographed or spotted in an open space! Oh well, at this moment, there is no much control over that, I guess, not an inch of space here to breath in air full lung capacity.. Hmmmm.. And who knows, that cowlick must be making my grays more pronounced as usual!!

Diane, Tammy, Donna and Lori – They must all be here by now! Well, what do I have to worry about, I was the one who held myself in pristine condition all my adolescent life, and I had carried these principles in life.. As they would tease me, ‘Au naturel’.. Yeah, every bit of me.. You know, I did not want to be a statistic on how women use about 100 chemicals a day on average for their upkeep!

I have always been a girly girl.. My brothers ate and ate, but I stopped eating at 12.. All her life, my mother credited her cookie jar curfew for my beach ready thighs!

Linda, my best girl friend, had once given me a tip, a face full of fat means less wrinkles.. That is why you had never seen me on those crazy diets that all my friends would hop on and off into! Of course, through the years I have managed to keep my obsession with the (weighing) scale a big fat secret.. ! Not so much, those pecan toppings on my chocolate fudge ice cream!

Then there were those times.. a small fancy for a haircut, a change in the appearance, glam makeover, yada yada yada.. The result – a painful set of hideous bangs that would last a full year before I could tuck them both behind my ears! And imagine living with the horror of being photographed for 365 days.. And even more embarrassing, when the photos surface at the homes of long lost cousins.. Ha ha ha.. After all, how many times, have I not seen the reality shows, when grumpy, tired looking moms are kidnapped in malls by TV crews calling it a style intervention and just in 30 minutes, well of course, I am not talking about time trailing next generation camera work, transform them into hot mammas, that the husbands cant keep their eyes off and are drooling over them in the one minute of camera time they get, faking speechlessness and disbelief.. Ahhhh, the young and restless, these days, I tell ya..

It’s amazing how Charlie remembers my favorite color, I just had no idea, he would be able to fix me up in my best dress and also so apt for the occasion.. He is looking good today, he switches back and forth between a goatee and going totally hair free on his face, but I like him anyhow.. He seems to have lost weight, talk about a diet fad for men! Or did I not notice him these past few days.. ??

Life has come a full circle and I should not be worried – I have aged gracefully.. ! And I really need to look at the bright side to all this, no more plucking eyebrow and chin hair!! And Good bye muffin tops and smart phone carrying spurious photographers!!

OK, OK now Rose, find your inner peace, it’s show time..!!!”

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When we were young!!

Untitled © Lee Jeffries

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Charles, walked towards the podium with the help of a stick and his two great granddaughters.. He held his breath for a moment, but let his tears flow through easily..

“In life and endearment, Rosemary was a prevailing source of energy for all who knew her..
Today as she rests in this casket, speechless, her words actually still manage to deafen me..
Like the one she spelled out for me on a paper napkin in Boston, one cold evening.
The year was 1953, and she was at the bar with a few of her girlfriends..
Prodded by my friends, I approached her and asked her if she cared for a dance.
Later she would spell out her name, C-A-L-L-M-E, while giving her home number.
That was how she made sure I never thought of another woman in my life..
She was just magnanimous with her tenderness, as she was insolently funny..
She never had any insecurities or weaknesses that over shadowed her authoritative upbringing of our five boys..
She made sure she encouraged our children and her loved ones to nurture an amazing sense of self-worth..
She lived by what she believed in “Treating others well, it turns out, is the fastest path to a healthy self-esteem.”
For that she is the most bravest, kindest and toughest woman I ever knew in my life..
To the love of my life, my life partner of 59 years and in memory now on, this is for you Rose,
Waiting to meet you on the other side.
Your Charlie.”

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For every man and woman, let’s just give ourselves a break and teach the younger generation that its OK to live with a few physical imperfections.. Lets be gentle on our curves (and others’ too).. ! The practice of Preemptive love, is it?!?!

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The Artist: Of course, Lee Jeffries doesn’t need an introduction in the area of human rights and homelessness. But I would like to credit him for his amazing portrait to show long-lasting love even among the dirt poor.. As with the usage of any media on this site, if you don’t appreciate the “free visibility” aspect of this reproduction, it’s just a matter of asking me to remove the content and I would respectfully oblige.

The Indian mom with a Pizza predicament

9 Oct
PizzaandBeer

A Friday night Classic Combo :)

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On any given Friday night you will see me putting my van into gear, family in tow, first stopping at the video store, then at the pizza place and finally making a “drive through” stop at the package (please read liquor :) ) store. After getting home, we gather on our living room couch.. The Mom is off duty now and everyone is on their own, including the two year old.. !

So, tonight while the family watched Astro boy, I drifted off into a semi sleep mode, pondering over how to accomplish that single task that has stayed on my to-do list for almost 6 years now.. It is different, has no time-line, no dependencies, no deadline for when it should be completed.. BUT, it has still remained there and did I mention that this one task has it’s own list.

A Task in Predicament

A Task in the Predicament

Well, let me begin at the very beginning.. After all, the following sequence of events cannot lead to anything else but one thing only: Taking an oath of American Citizenship in a swearing in ceremony, renunciation of the Indian Citizenship, surrendering the Indian passport, and applying for an Indian Visa to visit one’s OWN country.. Or is it really? 135 people from 53 countries took the oath along with me, and to my amazement there were a lot of tears, whistles, shrieks, claps in the room that day.. ! So much for the cherished American dream, right?!

WeThePeople

WeThePeople - 16th in line

In not so many words, here I lay out my life in what has been an assimilation of my family and I into the American way, while at the same exact time, trying hard to cook, eat, pray, ‘spend’ money, wash instead of wipe, watch movies and even party like an Indian..

The Mimicry - India

A mimicry of the Indian life! Clockwise: A friend's baby shower; Idol Worship; Indian outfit

The Life - USA

The American day-to-day life! Clockwise: PeeWee Soccer; Vonage Ad in our mailbox; Snack Pack; School; USA Flag

Sure, times have changed, I no longer have to spell out my name, R as in Roger, A as in Apple, C as in Cat, H as in Harry, A as in Apple, N as in Nancy and A as in Apple.. And if you call me an Indian, I won’t be in the least bit offended :) In fact, I would like to be called a cool Indian.. Here is a scenario that might qualify that statement.. Taking pictures of snack packs at department stores to figure out how the cheese and the cracker trays are done, and then proudly serve them to Indian / American guests.. Of course, in the beginning it was a tough one.. Cracker?!?! Isn’t that called a biscuit, damn, the English(man)!!

So, why this longing for India you ask.. Well, simply put, I don’t know either.. And honestly I have even contemplated moving to Singapore that has a 50% foreign work force, just to be close to India.. That way, the country would be easy for the family to assimilate (one more assimilation needed here, but how many can one survive anyway, and we are not talking Army families here people) because they sound immigrant friendly on paper.. I mean, this is the part where I start sounding desperate, with all that research..!! :(

Family Collage I

Family Collage I

The collages tell me that life is probably the same anywhere, if the family is around with you anyway.. Then, why this yearning for the family that I left behind 8000 miles away??? My dilemma is often comforted by the kind words of the husband, who is equally torn between the love for his mother country and this land that has given him The Dream.. He tells me of how a girl gets married into a boy’s family, but will never forget or let go her mother and her relationship with that side of the family.. It is some comfort and puts me at ease when I think of it that way, but it still hurts because I feel, I am neither fish nor fowl in a lot of situations that life throws at me.. Is my apprehension valid, or am I just losing sight and thought of making the BEST OF BOTH WORLDS?!

Family Collage II

Family Collage II

If you know my affinity to happy endings, it is important to know my current state of mind :)

An animal safari that we visited a couple of weeks ago, promised to showcase a wide variety of animals from “all over” the world!! And guess who made it half way across the world to greet me?! An Indian Buffalo.. :) Strangely, that moment, I felt a little better without my usual traces of homesickness..!!!

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TheGreatIndianBuffalo

Picking up a familiar 'scent' - The Indian Buffalo

Gosh, what a nut.. ;)

Heart ™

Still standing, still standing..

27 Sep

The below is a first person account of a village tree who lost the friendship of a small boy to the big charm of the city..

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Still Standing

Image Credit: Timo's Golden Hour

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At day break, I wait for your shrill cries of laughter to pierce my ears..
I ponder while I drink the primary cocktail,
a gleaming red sun, the blue sky and the green field..

The train passes by mocking at me.. It’s whistle..
tells me a story of how you disappeared in the dark of the night..
I tell him, you and I are friends.. And that we are inseparable..

I decide to wait.. longing for a glimpse of
the farmer, the cart, the buffalo, a nursing mother,
the sounds of the mud vessels, the village gossip..

My afternoon in the tedium,
I stare at the vast earth in front of me..
An old man rests, but no tractors cough nearby..

I look down, the chalk from the hopscotch has washed away..
My feet that had endured the charcoal from the bonfire..
have grown weeds..

I stand still to hear the harvest celebrations.. I hear none,
then I know,
it is just not going to be the same without you..

In time my leaves will go away, I will wither and die,
But for now, they promise to come back next spring..
To be dressed up in green and to dance on my arms..

My brothers have all perished and caused a crying flood..
Just as they were,
I will be parted and uprooted from my earth..

The wind picks up my anxiety, her embrace is wild and warm..
As it runs through my branches, I feel strangely lovely..
C’est la vie my dear’, she says and smiles..

So, just for the rock record, let me tell you,
I love you and I miss you.
And wherever life has taken you, I only wish you the best..

And if you ever choose to come back,
and I am still standing,
I won’t spend your money and some, my friend, and there isn’t the worry of a rush hour..

**O*-*O*-*O**

For the next four decades, every minute, 31 Indians will arrive in an Indian city like Mumbai for the lure of its big city charm.

Please visit this incredible site that I stumbled upon today: http://legalruralism.blogspot.com/

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This poem is to honor Jingle for her efforts to encourage her fellow bloggers and poets by creating an amazing pool of talent and nominating me for the Perfect Poet Award at the Thursday Poets Rally Week 29 at: http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/09/24/the-perfect-poet-award-week-29/ . I am just humbled to be a part of the community, let alone share this lovely talent award with so many deserving writers.

For my choice, I would like to nominate SoulDipper at: http://souldipper.wordpress.com/ for the Perfect Poet Award.

Jingle-Perfect-Poet-Week-29-2010

The Perfect Poet Award: Week 29, 2010

Heart ™

Like a dry flower in my diary..

19 Jul
Photo courtesy from http://www.trainwreckdreams.com/

Image Credit: www.trainwreckdreams.com

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She would rise and shine with me..

She would part with anything for me that I loved or desired..

Today, she might be a woman, but just between us, there is no time travel..

Her gentle, sweet, kind spirit wasn’t a match for my boisterous self..

But my partner in crime, my soulmate she has been..

She was always the peace maker, an enemy for all my troubles..

The one who knows what I mean when I tell the world that my childhood is tangible..

The school bags, the dirty clothes, the phone calls, the giggles, the movies..

The stories, the tears, the scents, the places, the people.. She knows why I laugh..

A delight in her throat sends my heart fluttering..

She is happy and there is nothing more I want to know..

We are miles apart sister, but you are always there inside my heart!

Love and Best Wishes

Heart ™

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There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me.. ~ Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689 – 1762)

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Originally composed on: 07/16/2010 4:06pm

Melancholy

13 Mar
An Indian Wedding

An Indian Wedding.. Forever after..

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I haven’t seen more life than what you have shown me..
Anything larger than life was you anyway..

I would turn to you when I was cheerful or had something to share..
I would look for your love when I had my daughters to care..

I would cook for you and wait eagerly for you to come home..
I would wrap up my chores for the day just to be with you.. just to hear you..

I would never wonder if there was any world outside to this life I was living with you..
I would only count my age by the number of years I have been married to you..

Now after all these years, happiness, a word so simple seems so far away..
All I was looking for was a little love and hope in life that things would get better..

I should have gone out and explored the world to see what is out there..
But now, I am as old as the sum of the sacrifices that took me to be with you..

All that is left of me is despair and anticipation..
Even in this heartbreak my heart longs for you..

Would my life have been different without you..
It is tough to conceive but I know I cannot live without you.. !

For, You were always there for me …!
Or were you ..?!?!?!

Heart ™

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Originally composed on: Thursday, 13th July, 2006 at 3:42pm

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