Shilly post.

For all ye shilly poeple!

So, I gave myself a pedicure today before I went out for a family function(wore the blue saare as you can all see*bows before all*).I simply love wearing sarees!!!
It is a pity that I do not get to wear them often!


My feet are in a very bad condition. infact it was after 5-6 months today, that I spent some time on my feet..
Poor neglected souls.

It was OSSSUUMM to pamper myself.

Simply OSSUUUMM.

Gunite.
I am about to complete my PhD in riting silly posts.I shall soon have a big 'D' and a tiny 'r' before my name.
Dr. R Pyaari.
Ahem.

P.S. I just realised that my feet dont look as if they belong to somone who can be soo stupid.
P.S That is again very stupid.
P.S Hence and therefore I deserve my degree. haah!*proud luk*

wohhkayyy

Okay...no more rona dhona,
Atleast for the moment.
ha ha ha ha

Okay...I shall cut the crap..anywayz...gave a mock SNAP and the centre incharge spent a good 15 minutes trying to convince me that with the kind of percentiles I am getting right now, if all goes well, I have a good chance of getting some calls.
Ha ha ha!
I spent the next 15 minutes trying to convince him that unless some miracle happens, I shall be another one amongst the millions of thoroughly exploited s/w enggs one hears about , spending days and nights coding crap.

I hope he is right and I am wrong!
ha!

Anaywayz..another of the aunties came along today...there is poor me sitting with a TIME booklet , struggling to understand what' 3 dozen apples' means[ I swear i could not understand it..my head was soo fuzzy!]..when saunterd in Mrs T.
After the not-at-all essential formalities were completed she put up THE question.
"toh, Mrs Misra[meaning mum] kya socha wocha hai apne apani bitiya ki shaadi waadi ka"

My Mum is sane .
Most of time.
BUt then my Mami whose daughter has just moved into 2nd year Btech is looking for boy and I am about to wrap up my degree and there is no sign of any boy, I can understand her situation at times...I mean, Mum on her own is okay and super chill about stuff...but then the bad influence the Mamiz and the chachiz have on her..*sigh*

So, coming back to Mrs. T.
" IIT-IIM combination market mein sabse hot hai is waqt , usase kam ka ladka mat dekhiyega"

*three, four sighs*

I dont know if people who talk about guys from IIT-IIM being hot property are worth blogging about but still when she said this sentence, I dunno why but the picture of bread on a red hot tawa came to my mind.
In my family, the trend per se is to go in for guys with IIT+IIM degrees.

As in that is the bare minimum.If you wanna marry a girl from our family you'd better have these two degrees tucked under your belt.

And as I see one cuzn after the other being married off to a 'hot property' I have often wondered what these degrees signify.
Yess , it means that the guy has a grand 100 digit IQ.Agreed.
It also signifies that the guy is a hard working chap, atleast can be once in a while.. Sure thing!

It almost ensures that you will go to Switzerland for your honeymoon and live in the poshest of places round the globe all throughout your married life.

Anything else?
No, for me nothing more.
And before you jump to conclusions let me add that I have nothing against any insti or anything..it is just the way these degrees are being spoken about these days that is irking me.

Is not , very pragmatically speaking, the temperamant of the guy of greater consequence?
You might be from the bestest insti on Pluto[ poor pooor ex planet!] but if the guy is a ..say a big time flirt which girl will be happy with him.

I also do not understand how suitcases full of money ensure anything on this planet??!
On the contrary, too much of money can be extremely bad!!!!I personally would much rather have a sufficient amount of money than be filthy rich!
If I had a girl to marry off I would look for a guy with his heart in the right place, someone who values traditions and has certain principles he lives by.And then if , added to that he hails from the bestest instis we have here, that would be very nice....Dunno why people think the way they think!
*sigh*


Anywayz..so, coming back to the Mrs. T.
So, then Mum said that I was preparing for CAT and nothing about any guy will be discussed at home untill I go to mum and say that I am done with studies .
hmmm..
But Aunty was insistent.
she knows a boy.
(aaha!)
And she started off , telling Mum about the guy.
1. he is from IIT-dunno which one.
2. is from IIM -dunno which one
3.Does not drink
4.does not smoke
5.Father is an IAS officer---hence loads of doh number ka paisa at home...(ewwwkkksss)
6.iss ladke ko chodiye matt.
7.aisa mauka baar baar haath nahi aayega.
8. bass ek baar un logon se mil aaiye.
9.arre, koi baat Btech khatam nahi hua..boht padhai ho gayi..chudwa dijiye Btech abb..
*:O:O:O*
My Mum was looking thoroughly fed up with her and so was I ..and we spenta lot of time exchanging sly glances!
Suddenly it struck me that 3dozen =3*12=36 apples!!!!

I mentally yipppeeeed. Got up with a biiiggg smile and left the room to hurry back to the TIME booklet.
As I left Mrs T, in a not so inuadible whisper said to a completely taken aback Mum,"lagta hai sharma gayi"


ewwwkkkksssssss
ewwwwkkkkkksssss
ewwwwwkkkkkksssss

So totally 'ewwwkkkssss'!

Nothing is sorting itself out...
It has been 5 years now....I had always counted days...now when I know I shall be leaving soon, it does not offer any solace.
I have now realised you can never be happy if people important to you are not happy, no matter how far you might be from the them.

As I sit back and think, I can recall just one or two AIMCATs that I have given and have not cried on the way to the test centre.Its been the same way..I remembr the JEE prelims. No, I do not remember the JEE exam it self but I remember other things..
Some how or the other even during the year I dropped ..I just remeber one thing.Then all through out engg....the same thing..I did not know then who was right and who wrong...but sadly I know now..I can see it...
I wish I could not..
I hate hating poeple...I cannot bear it...

And no, I know I am not an inherently unhappy person but it is difficult to be remotely happy in these circumstances.
Sometimes i so long for it...I have craved for it..but things are out of my hand now..
It is wierd how I much I can hate that one person who is the most important one in many poeples lives.

But no, I do not feel guilty about it..I cannot feel guilty about it.
But then I think that it is all about destiny.
It is in our destiny to bear all this.
So, we shall have to....that final freedom from all this rubbish called life.....

What do I do? What can I do?
Is there any way out of this....most probably no...mebbe we just have to live with it.But I know that the person suffering the most least deserves something of this kind...where did it go wrong??
Why is it so wrteched ?
Evryone has such problems??? NO, I do not think so...

Some people envy me. And I do not find anything funnier than that..
I sometimes look at random people and just want to leave this wretched life and become them...
But that would mean leaving the most imporatnt person alone here...
That shall not be done.
No matter how bad things get..no matter how much I cry and no matter how weak you think I am..please know that weak and feeble I might be..but I shall be by your side no matter what..
just hang on..
there will be better times...

I will make things better for you..just hang on....one or two years...justa couple of years....the best part of your life is yet to come...
just hang on...


P.S.--I had started an anonymous blog for wretched things of this kind that I need to put down lest I burst..but that did not happen.Am disabling comments simply coz you guys (darlings though you all are) have no idea what I riting about..

The Power of Prayer..

For most of you the incident that I am about to narrate shall have little significance but this is the first time I have seen something of this sort happen and hence it is something worth blogging about for me..

Of late I have been having a tough time…things are going wrong , I am spending more time crying and worrying these days than ,I guess , I have ever before. But well, this is part of life and if there are going to be good times, there are bound to be bad times as well..

Anywayz..
Amongst the many worries I have been besotted with , one of them has been Bhai.
Now, Bhai is a super chilled guy, who is always ready with a stupid yet terribly funny one liner no matter how bad the situation might be.Also he is as optimistic. as I am pessimistic

So, Bhai is gving is first proffz(exams) these days. The day he wrote his first paper(Bio Chem) he called us up at 12:30 in the night .He told Mum that he had messed up that days exam and as he was saying that he started crying.
There is something about hearing your younger brother, who happens to be thousands of kilometers away from you and whom you have not seen for about 6 months , cry that wrenches your insides .
You want to just do anything that you can do to put things right for your sibling, but you know you cannot.
The last I had seen/heard him cry was about 6 years ago…and as I heard him cry every atom inside me knotted itself with every other atom inside me culminating into a a feeling of supremest unease and helplessness.

So, the next day we continously called up Bhai, he said he had gone completely blank during the biochem paper and he had left things he was supremely comfortable with.

Also, for the first time since he left home, Bhai told me that he has had enough of this crap called hostel life and he just wants to come home.

There was nothing that we could do , sitting thousands of kilometres away from him .So, Mum decided it was time we started praying( in case bhai messes up a paper it could easily cost him six months and also last year only 4 northies had managed to pass all 3 subjects) .
The next paper was Anatomy..the most dreaded subject .Bhai kept on saying that he was not able to recall all the stuff he had been mugging up for the past 2 months. The helplessnes in his voice was as novel as it was disturbing.I have never heard him sound so low and each time I would speak to him , I would send a prayer to the heavens above asking Him to help him out.

The next day , Mum sat down with her meditation( which she does normally also) at 2:30, Bhai ‘s exam would have begun by 2 o’clock.

I spoke to an audibly relieved Bhai at 5:30 and this is what he had to narrate :

The exam conditions in his med school are extreme! The students assemble inside the huge hall at 1:20.The hall is locked from the inside and then the University releases the exam paper on the net.The print outs are taken out there itself and then distributed to the students. The invigilators consist extrenal faculty with just one internal invigilator and they happen to be very strict with ‘aaju-baaju dekhana’ going on.Unlike engg colleges, teachers cannot help students at all, and no cheating is allowed.

When Bhai got his question paper, something happened, I am not sure what , and 10 people were shifted from the big hall to another smaller room and the internal invigilator assigned to that room.

So, bhai sat down to do his paper.He looked at the first question . He had made that diagram atleast a hundred times.He picked up his pen to write and his mind went blank.

He left a page and started with the next question which was something that was at his fingertips and there again his mind went blank.

This continued for the next half an hour during which he could not come up with a single word and his answer script was blank.

He is not the sorts who do this, but at about 2:30 , the same time Mum sat down for her meditation he went up to the invigilator and told him that he was unable to recall anything.
The invigilator was very surprised…as he knew that Bhai is a good student and he had been performing well consitantly all throughout the year.
He then said ‘ See, I can do just one thing, I will stand outside the room for two minutes you can use those two minutes to have a look at your neighbour’s answer sheet.Will that help?’
‘Yess, ‘, said Bhai.

He needed just one look at the diagram for evrything to come back to him.
In the remaining 2.5 hours Bhai did 23/24 questions. One is partially wrong and the rest are okay.

As, he came out of the room at 5, Mum got up from her meditation.

Later bhai told me that this was for he first time that such mismanagement had happened in his college that resulted in 10 students being shifted to another room.
Also, the internal invigilators are not supposed to in any room ,alone.This was the first time that that had happened,
Also, the internal invigilator guy was reputed to be amongst the strictest people around and this is the first case of his helping another student
And I know for a fact that this was the first time that Bhai, who is very shy when it comes to all this, went up to a invigilator with this kind of a problem.

And you know what Mum and continuously muttered during the 2.5 hours she was praying for Bhai?
She asked God to do whatever it took to help him.Even if that required him being present there to help out Bhai.

Bhai finished with his theory papers today at 5 in the evening.He was very relieved, had done the paper well and is going for a movie tonight.
The practicals begin after 17 days and after that on the 13th of september Bhai will be home again after 6 months.

Good night and sleep tight.
Ruchi.

Arbit rubbish

Okay, so yesterday, completely frustrated with my quant marks in the latest AIMCAT, I decided to not write CAT, sell the CAT form and buy myself a nice pair of Levis with that money.
But then a little voice in my head asked me if I really meant the threat that I was threatening myself with .
No, I did not.

Thats the way I am .
Sometimes I get a major kick out of the rubbish drama that I do.I think I would be the winner of the 'International Drama Queen Worlwide 'Competition , were poeple more sensible and did organise useful competitions of this kind rather than wasting money and energy in organisng Olympiads and such crap.
Anywayz...All great men have teachers who inspire them...and my greatest inspiration comes from my teacher..

There was this teacher in class 8, who was as conky as I was, am and shall always be.She actually cried in front of the whole class just coz I was crying!
Can you beat that!!!
As far as I can recall..I used to be her pet.Maxxxx waala.And she was maxxx senti about me.
So one fine day she gave me some work of tremendous importance which I did.Something happened and she thought I had messed it up and she shouted at me and I cried buckets .But as luck would have it she soon realised that she was wrong and that I had done the work as per the instructions.
So, she felt very sorry ..and she said she was sorry and then she cried infront of the class and told us some stuff about Jesus ..cried a little more, patted my head and told us a little more about Jesus and the spirit of forgiveness.
And then she asked me to forgive her.
I debated whether it would be okay if I patted her head , but then I dropped the idea and said something like,"Ma'am , please don't say that" and tried to look kind and forgiving and imagined a camera focussed on me and some kind gentle music playing in background.In the next scene I imagined myself in a flowing white gown, in some exotic place looking gently into the camera while the junta watching sighed and hoped that their daughters would turn into women as kind and gentle as I was.


She has been my inspiration when it comes to drama ever since that fateful day.

There are some poeple who are always camera conscious.Does not matter if there isnt a camera infront of them.They just think that there is a camera focussing on them .Always.
There is this I-put-10-kgs-of-makeup-for-the-EU-class-each-day girl at my choching.She sits , flicks her hair, puts one hand on the other and smiles as she stares at the leg of the table while the teacher drones on and on and on about the subtle difference between 'few ' and 'a few'.
Now, I always think that the I-put-10-kgs-of-makeup-for-the-EU-class-each-day girl thinks there is a camera focussed on her.She walks slowly and smiles at the walls and the A.C and the table .Her eyes always have that glassy look and sometimes I have seen her pout at the wall, her head turned a 180 degrees from the teacher.

She has a bevy of not-so-good-looking girls who ideolise her. They wipe seats with their hankys before she sits on them and they hang on each and every word she says.
And sometimes, just sometimes, she is kind enough to brighten their day and make their existence worthwhile by giving them a half smile.

Aaaahh..the power of being beautiful ....???hmmm...I wonder!

There was this maths teacher I had..and she was one poor lost soul . She would enter the class , say something abstract that no one would understand.
and then pull out a black glove from her bag.
Yess a black glove with a red frilly lace all around it.
She would wear that and only then use the chalk to write on the blackboard.Her bun was hollow..really it was...as in you could see thru it...
She could never explain anything vaguely related to maths to any girl in the class...but she knew her stuff...so she had my respect.

There was another female who tried to teach us.She was very H.S. and could not tolerate the non AC class rooms that we had.So, in the break she would scoop her two daughters from their respective classes, sit in her car, switch on the ac and correct copies while her daughters ate their lunch.
Aapparently, she had cleared the I.A.S but then she met and fell in love with a surd and so she then left the ossumm job to teach us .
aaahhh...the power of love?
Anyways..she taught us G.K in class 11.There was tremendous drama that used to go on during her G.K lessons..we would write stuff like 'what I would like my friends to remember me as when I die' on pieces of paper and worse still, read them in front of the class.
And we were to get our GK note books each day.
Incase we forgot to get them we would have to write apology letters which would begin with
"repsected Mma'am,
I am deepely ashamed of my behaviour today as I ,at the age of 17 years forgot to get my GK notebook and hence commited the heinous crime any student would much rather die than be guilty of.I am so ashamed of myself that I am ready to give myself up at the altar of the supremest of sacrifices.My action which has had major international repurcussions, is something I shall regret all my life.PLease take my lungs , nose, ears, kidneys* etc but, please forgive me.I think I will die thinking about the sheer magnitude of the crime I am guilty of .
I beg for forgiveness from both you and Jesus.and shall never repeat this again.
Yours sinecerely,
XYZ

P.S you are an H.S goddess who cleared the I.A.S.
*P.S. you can also take my intestines, but please exonerate me of this crime.
P.S . you daughters are li'l angels.

"
or some crap of that kind
I forgot to get my notebook on two different occassions and hence had to write the crappy letter twice thereby wasting precious paper which could have put to much better use by using it to make paper airplanes.

On second thoughts I could have played naughts and crosses on that paper and then used it to make paper planes.
What tragic waste of paper
*sigh*

Kutch shilly-ishtupid ho jaye??

Ok, yess I know, I said I know!!!This should be about Girl, but you see, it is 11:30 right now and I do not have any deemag left that can be used to wrire a sensible post which actually has some meaning..so something meaningless it shall be:)

Now, the thing is that there has been loads of haevy stuff on this blog for some time now..toh I thought, it was high time I went back to my dear old rubbish and wrote maxx rubbish to entertain myself.
Now, my mind is blank and I cannot think of a single thing to write!!!

Okay...I have been dying to catch a maxxx istupidd for so long now!!! and the two recent ones that I watched have included Coporate and Omkara!!
I think the Akshay Kumar type of comedy totally rocks! I dunno why ppl go to thetares to catch some serious rona dhona...gosh..I would much rather be falling down my chair laffing over something supremely isshtupd than watch Ajay Devgan stifle Kareena Kapoor to death!
*sigh*

'Ajay Devgan' brings back sad, depressing memories..
My maid's daughter told me recently that I look like Ajay Devgan...that has had a profound effect on my delicate brain.
Will somone pls tell me honestly if I like really really look like Ajay Devgan ?
Well..for starters I do not have a moustache!
Ouch!
neither does Ajay !

Anyways...there is this girl in my batch at TIME, who like puts on 10 kilos of makeup for a stupid EU class..
When she is about to enter class the guys start leaning forward to catch a glimpse of the golden haired goddess ..the girls..they exchange glances as they keep a close eye on their respective Bfz...

I dunno...even when I am like totally dressed..rearing to go types..I generally go in for a tiny si bindi (in case I wear an indian dress) , some kajal and a little gloss..thats it..
When i dress up properly ppl get shocked.
I receive compliments like" aaj toh sundar lag rahi ho!I simply could not recognise you"

yeah! yeah! right right !!


what a compliment!


p.s.
dadi is okay.
Do I look like AD???

Too messed to put up any sensible post right now...
mebbe , in a couple of days..

Sorry about not keeping my promise:(

Dadi Update:

Well...the operation went off smoothly!!!! No complications happened!!!
Dadi is on the ventilator right now and is in the I.C.U... we are not allowed to go into the I.C.U.!
The doctors are going to try to get her off the ventilator at around 8 o' clock..lets see what happens then..
Apart from that , she is giving slight responses when being tapped on the hand ..but mostly she is unconscious.
Tauji is the only person allowed in the ICU right now and even as I speak he is with Dadi....He shall stay at the hospital , in the I.C.U. overnight na d has given strict orders that no one is allowed to come to the hospital.
So,all in all, things are okay..the next 2-3 days are oging to be crucial..but with the best care possible being given to her we are hoping for good results.
Thank you guys for your wishes...today in the morning I told Dadi about my blog and about you wonderful people..from around the country and round the globe who are praying for her.
She fell asleep as I was talking about you guys(due to the heavy dose of the sedative) but as she fell asleep she was smiling...
Thank you people! You rock!

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Girl, Part 2

So, you remember where we left our Girl....lets pick up the thread of the story from there.
Boy was not taking any financial help from his family and it so transpired that when the Exam time came next year he simply did not have the money to buy the exam form and sit for the exam.
Another year wasted.
Girl, inspite of the problems that she was facing continued to support her husband but when next year also Boy could not manage to accumulate enough money for the fee that had to be submitted, things became quite difficult for her.
It had been three years and there was simply no money.
The fourth time, Girl took Boy to her own mother and asked her mother for some moeny.That was a big thing for Boy,for whom nothing was more important than his self esteem.
But the couple could not afford the loss of another year....they had to do something now.
So, Girl's mother lent Boy some money and after four years, Boy finally got achance to appear for the exam which he easily cleared!!
That was the first time, Girl saw for herself how persistance pays off and through the example of her husband Girl learnt the biggest lesson of her life.
No matter how terrible things might be, how bleak things might look, one has to just keep trying.If you try hard enough the bloody thing will happen!!!

This was one maxim that would help our Girl more than she believed it had the potential to.We shall see how in some time....
So, finally Boy was in medical school living his dream while Girl lived through her own little hell...
The irate family vented their anger on the young girl who had not as yet, even after 4 years of marriage managed to provide the family with a baby, leave alone a boy!

At the same time, Boy was working and studying to make ends meet but as yet he was not in a financial position strong enough to ask his wife to come and stay with him.He probably would have immediately called for his wife had he known how some of his family were planning to get him married again so that they could have a child---somthing with whihc Girl was being threatened with with amazing regularity by then...

By the time Boy moved into third year M.B.B.S he asked Girl to come and stay with him.Finances were still not very good but things could be managed and Girl was only too happy to leave her in laws which she did with amazing speed!

In the next four years nothing of great importance happened..Boy studied hard and worked harder for he had a dream and a vision. Adversity fuelled his passion for the medical prffession and support from his wife made many things very simple and easy.
Girl lived a quiet yet in most ways a content life..she had to cut expenses here and there but she was now too used to frugal ways to mind it any how....she cooked and cleaned for her husband, did a lot of stitching and sewing in her free time and was generally happy except for one thing.
There still was no child and rumours of Boy's family planning to get Boy remarried were becoming more and more real...

Maybe , God has his own funny ways of teasing us ..when all hope is lost totally out of the blue God will remind us how inspite of everything he pulls the strings!

So, it was nothing less than the pleasantest of surprises when after 8 long years of a childless marriage Girl found out that contrary to all popular belief , she was indeed going to become a mother.

The pregancy was rife with complications from the very beginning..since Boy could not manage Girl on his own, Girl was again sent to his family till the baby was born.
Now we have to introduce another person in our story.
We will call her the sister-in-law(SIL) and as is obvious, she was Girl's SIL.
Lets flip quickly through the pages of Girl's life and come to the 9th of April , 1950. Girl , as we now meet her, is in a bad shape .There have been complications, the due date for the baby is still a week away but things are not looking good.The Boy's family could see no use in taking Girl to the hospital for even a check up..but S.I.L , someone whose first born was literally brought up by our Girl, put her feet down.She insisted that Girl be taken to the best hospital around which was a good 100 kms away . When no one agreed to take the Girl, whose condition was deteriorating by the second , SIL took matters into her own hands and decided to accompany Girl herself.
SIL , being the sensible woman she happened to be, lost no time By 9th evening Girl and S.I.L reached the hospital , the doctors had one look at Girl and simply said that the case was beyond them.The baby cannot be saved, they said, and if you want to save the Girl's life go to the big hospital another 100 kms away.

S.I.L was a brave woman and I think she loved Girl with all her heart as well.

So, as we now leave Girl again, I would ask my patient reader to picture the two women, travelling by the night ,from one hospital to another,
One brave and another dying ..
One trying her best to save one life and another mourning the inevitable loss of another precious one..

Girl knew that no matter what the outcome of the next few days would be, she was indebted for life (if she would continue to have one) to S.I.L and even in that moment , as they made their way through the dark night , Girl wondered if it would ever be possible to repay S.I.L for what she was doing right now.

And just then, God, reclining amongst the clouds and the moon, looking down upon the two women, must have smiled his superior knowing smile at this innocent thought that crossed the dying woman's mind....



Part 3 of the story shall be put up on Sunday, after the AIMCAT

Added later at 10:45,11th day of August:
I went to the hospital at 6 in the morning after having slept for 3 hours last night.Spent 2-2.5 hours with Dadi before she was wheeled into the OT..All of us were there and Dadi appared to like that. A heavy dose of a sedative ensured that she was mostly calm and drowsy . There was such supreme tension in the air at times..but mostly we cracked weak jokes at which the rest of the junta laughed real hard...
It was so weird...specially when she was put on a stretcher are wheeled to the O.T, with the rest of the family walking beside the stretcher...
After many many many many years I combed Dadiz hair today...She told us kids that she was sorry in case she had ever said anything that might have hurt us.
Ma was reduced to tears when Dadi said that whereas the rest of us told Dadi to kindly stop talking rubbish.
Right now the operation would have begun.Somehow it keeps coming to mind ..I am unable to concentrate on any thing else...after that we went to Dadiz place and it felt so weird..for the first tiem the HUGE varandah seemed so empty coz Dadi was not sitting in her usual place.
When she was beeing taken to the OT which was at some other floor there was this other woman on a stretcher too.She was gasping so abd for air and was moaning and groaning so badd..
I hope Dadi comes out of the O.T safe and sound.

Initally I was very reluctant to go today coz I was too scared to face Dadi when she would be so scared herself..but in all I am glad I went.
It was also nice to see Bhaiyya taking such good care of Dadi...And I was thinking having so many poeple so concerned about you....that is a nice thing , isn't it.

These days my posts are basically written not for my amusement but to relieve myself of complex thoughts..they would make terrible reads ..but I feel calmer after jotting down stuff here...
Any of you reading this before 3 in the afternoon, plz know that my Dadi is being operated and pls pls pray for her.

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GIRL,

Part -One

Our story begins 80 odd years ago when a girl was born to a rich Zamindar in Calcutta. She grew up to become a tom boy and used to do very well in school. In those days when girls were not allowed to step near a school, her mother made sure she went to school till class four.
But after that even her mother, though very progressive when compared to the times she lived in ,could not do much . The girl cried and stamped her feet but her Mother could not do anything more no matter how much she wanted her only daughter to study.There was only that much power that a Mother had, in those days.

The Girl wanted to study real bad and vowed that she would do that no matter what.She decide to buy her time and all that, but study she would no matter what!

That was the first of the many problems the girl was destined to face .....

Fast forward to a couple of years when the girl was 20 years old. A boy was coming to have a look at her cousin.If all went well, the wedding would happen in a couple of days . The boy was rumoured to be very good looking and filthy rich and our girl spent a lot of time teasing her cousin about the boy with whom her marriage was as good as fixed.
The boy came , had a look at her cousin and was just about to leave when his eyes fell on our Girl. With a peaches and 'tubelight' waala white complexion and charcoal black thick hair that reached her things when she stood up she was nothing short of a striking beauty.

The boy's family sent their reply through a letter in the next couple of days. They would love to marry in their family...but the boy liked the Girl better than the cousin. If that could be arranged the marriage was on!

And so, our Girl got married to the good looking super duper filthy rich boy from a far off place.Her dowry included amongst other things,two elephants !!! .

The Boy was as eccentric as they come!:) He had come to okay one girl , chose another.
Everyone wanted him to take care of the HUGE amount of family property but he had other plans
He wanted to become a doctor and no one in his family agreed to this.So, a coupe of months after his wedding when the Boy expressed his wish of sitting for the Medical Entrance Exam, his father put his feet down.
Either stay here, with all of us and be a part of the family and its tremendous wealth or go to your city and become doctor but if you do that you shall not get a penny !

Boy was told that if he were dying of hunger he should not expect any one from the family to get food for him , in case he decides to become a doctor.

Boy was , as I said , as stubborn as the rest of his family.
If they would not budge, neither would he.
So, after about an year of living together the Boy left his new bride and went to another city to write the Exam.
Girl, who had never known any kind of poverty suddenly found her self in a pathetic position.She was the bride of a son who had hurt the feelings of everyone in the family by sticking to his decison.
She was also now married to a penniless man.

Boy's family continued with different tactics to ensure that he did not clear the Exam.
A day before the Exam, Boy's mother sent him a message saying that she was very ill.Boy panicked and immediately left for home only to find his mother in the pink of health .
He had missed his exam.

The Boy's family provided for his bride but not for him .Anywayz , Boy had too much of self respect to go ask his family for any help, though he was in tremendous need of it . Boy himself had known only the supremest of wealth and affluence and being penniless was new and strange for him but he knew he would do anything, give up anything to become what he so badly wanted to become.
A doctor.

Have a look at our Girl at this point when we leave her and take a break.
Her husband is an outcast.
She is penniless.
Her husband has no money either.
She constantly listens to innumerable taunts.
The tomboy of yesterday , she makes food for all the 20 odd people in the family and maintains the 70 odd rooms in the palatial house that she lives in.
She has been married for some time now and is still without a child ,a big thing in those days, and would remain so for the next 8 years..listening to couple of thousand more taunts .....


The next part of this story about our Girl shall be typed when I take a break from padhai tomm . For those interested, if all goes according to plan, the next post will be out by around this time tomm.
Adios.

I was wondering how it would be like to be Tauji right now.

He is the one doing the most – running helter skelter, taking decisions and all that

I admire him for a number of reasons.

Not cuz he , even at this age, studies till 2 at night and gets up again at 5 to go back to his books.

Not cuz he has authored innumerable books on Neurology which are of international repute .

Not cuz there has been more than one case when a family member has come to tauji with no hope of seeing another day and has gone back hale and hearty.

Not cuz he refuses to make personal use of even the hospital cars.

Not cuz Baba had to finally cancel his hospital account cuz tauji would invariably give all the money there to some poor patient , in dire need of monetory help.


But more so because

I have often felt that there cannot be a better son than Tauji .
Never more than now.
I hope I can be 10% of what he is.

So Friday it shall be.

My grandmother shall be operated upon this Friday. They are going to operate her heart.It is one of the most complicated surgeries that can be performed in this day and age. There is some kind of calcification in her aorta (the main artery that comes out of the heart) .The operation would require her to be on a heart and lung machine for six hours and in the I.C.U for 6 days. For three hours neither her heart nor her lungs would work and for the next 6 days we will have to wear funny clothes to just go stand next to her.

My Tauji is a doctor and the (youngest ever) H.O.D of the Neurology Deptt. at the very reputed post graduate Institute where Dadi shall be operated upon. He has not been eating properly for the past many days and the fact that he is tense is very very visible.Tauji shall be inside the O.T when Dadi willl be operated upon.

Apart from that, Tauji is reading up stuff on cardio just so that he has a good idea of what is going to happen.

Medical tests have shown that Dadi( who is actually 80+) has a biological age of 60.This is means that her organs are working very very fine .Her haemoglobin level is at 12 which at age 80 is very surprising and also obviously very good.So, the doctors are saying that she has a 95% chance of pulling through the operation.Dadi can hear the cell ring in the farthest room when even I have to strain my ears. And yesterday she challenged Mom to write 25thousand in Roman numerals and has told me to explain logs to her as she has some doubts .


My Dad and Baba are also both doctors. And as per Baba’s strictest orders the clinic shall NOT remain closed on Friday. Dad will go to the clinic and Tauji will stay at the hospital(which is also where he works)

Even as I type, my Dad is donating blood that will be needed during the operation.

The doctors who shall be operating have been decided upon after considerable deliberation .The operation will be done by one of the youngest and the brighest doctors that they have but at the same time the most experienced cardio surgeon shall be present as well.

The doctors concerned shall not have any engagements for 75 hours after the operation so they will be available in case they are required .

After the inital shock at the unexpected news of the operation we are all okay now.
Today, Dadi has gone for some essential tests, Mummy badi(my Taiji ) made sure she wore a nice new saree today.
Two nights ago, I got extremely anxious about Dadi and paced a dark drawing room for one whole hour at around midnight.The next morning I called up Dadi and told her about how I felt .What she replied has clamed me considerably.

We have, as a family, decided to go in for the operation with a positive attitude.We know that whatever happens will happen for the best.

And I hope and pray to God that when I get married 4-5 years down the line , all four of my grandparents are there to bless me.

Ten MInutes

Well..my time at tha cafe is almost up..only 10 minutes remain before I pay the ten bucks and leave for the choching.
My net link at home is down!
It has been so for the past hundred years!!!!!
grrrrrrrr
I keep calling those guys and they ALWAYS say"madummm, ek ghante mein aadami pahunch raha hai"

yeah right!
Its been soo many days since I surfed the net.
Yesterday I took a dayz break from padhai.
saw TV for 10 hours straight!!!
My Mum was concerned about potential bed sores(Was lying on the bed flipping channels)

Then I got thoroughly bored and by 8 at night I started missing billi ki padhai real badd..
So actually comtemplated going back to padhai..but that is against my rules..
And no matter what one cannot and should not compromise on principles , right?!

So , I didi not study one bit.
My AIMCAT result was declared yesterday and with no net ..chee chee..what a amess..Callled up latika and got her to check my scores..
I need to push my percentile by atleast 3 %ile by the end of this month before I can be in a a safe bracket*sigh*....

Apart from that....ummm..my mailbox has 125 unread mails and I am too petrified by the heavy duty deleting that will have to be done to even open my mailboxxx


Inna paap padega broad band link waalon ko!!!!

sharam bhi nahi aati!
I have missed so many of those 'question-a-day' thingies PG parr:(
:(
okokok
I need to calm down.
The world is a beautiful place with beautiful people and how someone treats your broad band link is immateial...

shanti.......

okay poeple my choching beings in 10 minutes...
One hairy guy has been leering long enough and I shud eggjit the cafe now.
I dun even know if I have any money!1
:OO:O:O
gotta rush!
buhbye!

p.s. mebbe i will give the leering guy a smile
chee cheee..no i wont!
okay
enuf of rubbish
over and out!

p.s. I have the moeny!!!!!!!yayyyyyyyyyyyy..the leering guy wont throw me outa the cafe now!!!yayyyyyyy


p.s. inafact, just for ur info, i hve 200 bucks !*superior luk*

p.s. and for your additonl info , that means 400 ,50 paise waali chewing gums!

ps : aab gyan baat hi rahi hu toh..lemme add that my Tee reads,'if ia m not happy, no one shall be

p.s. final waaala bye