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Monday, May 22, 2017

Ants, Me and MY Niece

They get into the taxi along with their wheel bags and suitcases. Taxi started to fade away as I looked by. It resembled a mini-truck stuffed with loads of sand bags. Hands came out of the speeding car waving goodbyes. I waved back at them. The summer heat produced a mirage effect, as the image of speeding car rippled.

Now, I am alone in the big apartment. My family, they are off to visit the home town. There is nobody to control me. I am free. It felt like you have got the password for someone else’s admin account.

That day, I left the office a little early. The work was as usual hectic and stressful. Metro transit is where I like to spend time. I read most of my favourite books on my transit. I have to walk for 5 minutes from metro station to reach home. On my way back home there is a small store running by an old man who has the most beautiful white beard I have seen, just like Christmas Papa, Daily, I wish to buy muffin cakes stacked in a beautiful glass cabinet in front of the store. They are small and gladsome. They always reminded me of minions, with not so yellowish colour, Kind of a different race of minions. It looked to me that they were trying to escape from where they had been caged and put to a public show. Now they have found their new master in me. I was so happy to take them with me. And so I did. I bought ten of them and it looked like they were cooing softly to me.

At home I put them on my dining table and made myself ready to be served by the minions. One look at them and I lost all control and took one from the bag and had a bite. It was a soul-stirring moment. Acquiring lots of self control, I dragged myself away from them.

First I need to get changed. I turned on my music system and instrumental music started to play. I like the combination of music and food. Both help you attain a transcended state. My mind is full of that tender taste of muffin which will spread all over my mouth when I sink in my teeth into them. ‘WOW’ it’s awesome; I muttered. And I ran towards the dining table.


Suddenly my phone rang. It was a call from work. What to do? and I decided to pick it up thinking what if it’s important?. And it took a while for me to wrap it up. After the call ended I hurried to the table, it’s been more than half an hour now.
The sight there broke my heart into little pieces and that little pieces started to turn red and anger consumed me.

A column of ants were marching out of the paper bag which held my favourite muffins. They have got my treasures. They were all over the bag and muffins. They have started to eat it from inside out. What the hell? How did this happen? I was dumbstruck.
This is injustice; you can’t invade my space like this and take away my things. This is my territory. I cried.
And in a moment of anger and excitement I tried to snatch away my muffins from them. The moment I touched, they all went crazy and attacked me. In a split second those six legged aliens were all over me. They were the Lilliput and I was the Gulliver. They were like wind, swoooosh.. you won’t even see them crawling up on you. They acid attacked me. The formic acid they produce is irritating. They were fully equipped. But I was not going to let go of my muffins, my treasures. I put the bag near a burning stove and tow the ants away with my hand. Many of them fried at the instant they came near the flame.



Yup, She is my niece, a 3 year old. She is the director and producer of the story. She wants the Ants to win. She chose ants over her uncle. I was in a dilemma. What now? If I refuse to budge, she will make my life miserable. She can cry like hell. 
Okay..calm down, here comes the twist. I didn't throw them to flames. Now I remember, what exactly happened, I told her and made some tweaks in my script. Okay, this is how it went down. their all-out attack I was so terrified and their acid attack took me off guard. I couldn't think of any ideas. I totally went blank. I was afraid. What can I do? I don’t even have nails and sharp teeth to begin with. They were all over me. They crawled inside my shirt and trousers and ears and nose. I had to tap-out. There is no other way for me. I had to let go of my muffins. I gave the ants an obliterating look. But they have already fallen into their marching position and continued what they have started, taking away my muffins. They all gone inanimate for a second like they were giving me a warning that "Don't you dare".

"My Muffins" I mumbled. You guys are lucky she chose to be on your side, else you were all dead. Nobody takes muffins from me.. NOBODY. She chuckled.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

A trip to remember

Everyone likes to travel. Some travel alone, some with friends and families. It is engraved in our soul. Even the laziest of mankind needs to travel. The latter was a reference to me, of course. Traveling with friends are always fun. So me and my friend Vipin, decided to escape from the boring reality of daily office life. The main problem we faced was that he resides at Kerala and I am here in Delhi. After a long lethargic session, we decided to go to Sikkim, the land of serene beauty. We wanted it be a memorable one. we were like two kids who have got their hands on a new set of Playstation, we were at cloud nine. At last....... we are going to be alone, without any worries & responsibilities of the life. 
5th November 2016
It was a fine morning I was having a tea, reading the newspaper waiting for my turn at the bathroom.  My phone rang, it was him, Vipin. I picked up,
Me: Hi
Vipin: Hi, Where are you?
Me: At home, why?
V : We are going, right?
I get the hint of doubt in his voice. One can’t blame his tone, if you guys know us, our history. We have history of things going haywire whenever we plan something. In simple words, our plan never works. We are more of spontaneous type. We just do things as it comes by. No planning, only improvisations.
Me: of course, we are. There is nothing in this world that could stop us from going. COOL...Man.....
V : Okay, then. Bye, I am getting late for the office.
Me: Bye.
I was thinking how silly he is acting. Because I know this time we are actually going.
Most of the time I spend looking for cheap hotel rooms and flight iterineries. Went through lots of travel blogs and reviews about hotels and home stays.
 6th November 2016
My phone rang again in the morning,
V : There is no change of plan, right?
Me: No, stop worrying. There won’t be any trouble this time. This time we will break out of that bad spell. I tried to say it with conviction. I will book my tickets to Sikkim and you book yours. We will meet at Baghdogra airport. I will take care of our hotel stay there.
V : No way, I don’t trust you. You were never on time. You might as well leave me strangled in the airport forever. So I am going to book tickets for us both. No way that I am going to let you book yours only.
Me: [grinning] Okay, there is a point in your accusation. But hey, I am not always late.
V : I will book the  tickets for us both.
Me: Go on, then. I will take care of the hotel bookings.
 7th November 2016
V: I booked the ticket.
Me: Oh, Sorry I forgot to book the hotel. I will do it right now.
V: Forget it, I did that too. I know you.[he grinned]
Me: So nice of you. But still, you have to let me do things, okay?[I laughed]
V: Yeah, right...
Don’t you think it’s odd? I mean, things are going smooth. That never happens with us. There's always been a twist in our case.
Me: May be, those days are over. May be, this time our plan is going to work out.
[We were happy]
8th November 2016
This time, I called him. it was definitely a bad sign. I am starting to feel something bad is going to happen. He picked up on the first ring.
Me: You heard the news ? They banned the 500 & 1000 rupees notes. Now how unlikely is that ?
V:  Don’t worry. Its nothing major. We can always use our cards. Don’t lose your sleep over it. It’s not going to affect us.
Me: I hope so. But, I am afraid, is it some kind of a bad omen?
V: Oh, come on... . I’ve already packed my bags for the trip. Did you?
Me: No. ....not yet.
V: Then, do it. The day after tomorrow, we will be flying over mountains to the “land blessed by Gods”.
Me: Yes, I hope so.

9th November 2016
I was sure; he was going to kill me, because our trip is going to cancel. As always, office work came in between me and my freedom. We are like a kite. You think you are free to fly with the wind. But in truth you are tied to the ground. It just gives you a feel that you are free but you are not. You cannot run away from your responsibilities and duties. Those are the qualities our society demands from us to be a good social being. All social animals have that fear of society inside them. How much you tried to shake that off, it will remain in our sub-conscious.
I dialed his number with trembling hands. He picked up.
Me: I need to tell you something
V: What?
Me: I think we'll have to postpone the trip. And I waited for his response
V: WHAT?[He shouted], I am going to kill you.
Me: Yes, I know. My boss wants me to be there at the office, as something big came up. Some minister is coming for inauguration of our office branch.
V: No Way.... This is unacceptable. Take sick leave or something. I can't postpone it.
Me: Sorry, I really can't.[My voice cracked]
V: So, What about all that money? I booked our tickets and hotels. You know my father is not Mr. Ambani, right? [sarcastically]
Me: There is a refund option, right?
V: Yes of course. Thanks for your information. But when you come home , I will definitely be there to receive you, this time.
His words still reverberates in my ears like a temple bell sound. He will make it sure that this would be a trip to remember. My homecoming would be a memorable incident this time, if you know what I mean...?

Monday, January 23, 2017

The bloodsucking Yakshi

When I was a kid, April and May fell in the list of my favourite months. Not because it's going to rain and there would be mud all around, but those are the months my cousins would be here at our family house, in our hometown in Kerala. Those are the memories I would cherish forever. My grand-mother has 5 offsprings, 4 boys and a girl. My father is the second eldest of five. Then, he was the only one staying in Kerala and everyone else was in different parts of India, a Pan-India Family one could say.

We were all present, it's like Parliament, shouting, laughing, scolding children, people everywhere, busy doing their chores. An outsider entering the home can still go unnoticed. Life was less complicated then. We were just ........just ourselves. Everyone you valued dearly is with you. It's like, the world has shrunken to a square block of bricks and mortar. Now it's all feel like a fairy-tale, one of the best things about joint-family.

We are all tired of day's hard work. Since there are lots of us, kids, our parents have to make dormitory like arrangements in our living room for us to sleep, which happened to be the largest room available in our home. Grand-kids' accommodation had always been a huge problem for my grandmother at those times. We were like an invading Red army. All my uncles have two kids each, with the exception of my aunt, she has only one kid. And she is the eldest among us. We all lied down in a perfect line across the hall like dead bodies in a mortuary. In those days we were very much fond of hearing ghost stories, especially about "Yakshi".

In Hindu myth, a yakshi or yakshini is a celestial being, attendees of Kubera. But in Kerala myth, Yakshis are like vampires(Female). They will drink your blood and kill you. At night, when you are alone, she will come to you and ask for "chunnambu"(also called Chuna, actually a dash of lime to apply on betel leaf). Some say her legs will never touch the earth when she walks, yet you can hear the sound of leg bangles clings and her laugh is like a heavenly music that will render you unaware of your surroundings. And she will lure you to her home which is said to be at the top of the 'Ezhilam Pala' (Indian Devil tree), where she will sink in her blood sucking tooth in you and drain out your life force.

On that night we were discussing yakshi. We all pretended that we don't believe in any ghost or devil. I and my two elder sisters Kavitha, the eldest and Shubha the second eldest were the main heard in the discussion. I call them "chechi"(spell as in chechniya), means sister(elder). Rest are younger than us and by the name of yakshi they all went to a deep slumber So that when the light goes off they don't want to be the ones seeing imaginary ghostly faces in the shadows.  But we were daring, at least that's how we talked like. We chatted about the logic of Yakshi and is there any actual yakshi or is it just hoax ?. We went deep into the details of Yakshi and how she hunts people especially men.
Suddenly Shubha chechi said,
Hey did you hear that?
Me: What ?
Kavitha: I think the discussion is taking its toll on her. She laughed.
Me: yes, I think so.
Shuba: Shhhhh. Listen, you hear that sound? the sound of leg bangles?
Me: Whaaat? No way.
  Kavitha: It's the cricket sound, you idiot.
Me: I think I hear it too. Or is it cricket? I am not sure.
Kavitha: Shut up, you two. Go to sleep.
Shubha: No. It is actual leg bracelets. Someone is walking outside
Me: Yes, yes, I can hear it too. Oh nooo. I am afraid.
Kavitha: Now, you two are being scary.

Then suddenly we heard a knock on the window-glass. We all screamed our lungs out. We can clearly see a shadow moving on the other side of the glass.
Me: Look, someone is there. Chechi, you go and look.
I pushed Shubha.
Shubha: No I won't.
She looked at Kavitha.
Kavitha: (at me) You are the boy, you go and look.
Me: No way. You are the eldest you go.
By then our grandmother woke up and she asked why are you guys still up and screaming. Then again that knocking sound. Without any hesitation, she goes to the window and opened it. We were all afraid. Yakshi is going to get her. We were sure of it. We were waiting for her to scream, then we heard our grandmother talking to someone and opened the door. It was Kamala. We were like, what the hell?
Kamala, she lives nearby. She was living with her daughter and her child. Grandmother told her to buy some stationary whenever she go outside. She was coming from her relative's home and she became late. And then she saw the light in our home, so she decided to give it by night itself. It was her shadow that we saw outside. By seeing us all weary, she asked us, "do you kids got sacred?", "NO WAY" we all said in unison. "We are just sleepy that's all".

When she strode away, we heared that clinging of leg bracelet again. "Wait a minute , You wear a leg bracelet?" we asked. "No", she said. "Then where is that sound coming from?" Our face turned blue. She laughed and said, "it is my grandchild. Look, she is the one who is wearing the bracelet". We saw a 5 year old girl with her round eyes, smiling at us, our scary, bloodsucking Yakshi.