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The 2AM Conversation with Myself

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Sun, 11 Sep 2022 20:46:00 +0000

I tried hard to sleep, but I couldn’t. The only time I cannot sleep is when I’m overthinking something. Maybe it’s getting too hot in there. I wished for a mind-dump. I started writing down to think slightly better. The 2AM write down began:

All I really want to do is slow down, spend some time doing the things that makes me happy. Spend some time with my child and my partner doing the mundane growing up things. Honestly, nothing out of the ordinary, just plain routine life.

I really wish I could soften up a bit. I try hard sometimes and get there, but on most days it’s still difficult. My hard feelings have hardened me up, this only means that I am not fond of sharing my true feelings with everyone. Day by day, the number of people I could connect with has become significantly less.

No, I am not worried about that at all. Somehow, I am at peace when I run my emotions with them. Am I sharing them with the right people, sometimes yes, at times, I think I do, but sometimes I don’t. The constant thought is how to handle the rest of them.

When someone is trying to have a conversation with me, I am unable to come up with a response. The main reason being it’s not a conversation, but mostly someone telling me something about myself or asking me something about someone. How do I respond to that?

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People who really need help are overthinking it because of people who keep asking it all the time!

Familiarity Breeds Contempt

There are moments where I’ve shared a good deal with people whom I considered close, but that always comes with a price. Expectations became demands and it turns ugly. These experiences might have made me wise, but it has made me overly cautious. I don’t think twice before talking to someone new but think much more than that.

To the people I already know, I have forgotten how to talk again because I cannot meet their demands all the time. What started out to be a help at one point, started growing into demands slowly. My polite responses have now become here goes again of sorts. Some have started giving me sweats that I have started to avoid them wholly because I cannot handle myself to bring a polite response anymore.

What was once a polite response, has had its share of complexities with my already complex emotional wiring. When expectations and demands situation goes out of hand, my husband and daughter have faced my wrath.

We all need help from time to time, but one must never overdo it. Laziness is often the source of many problems. Someone’s laziness must never become your reason to overdo work. A lazy person will not understand what you do for them, it’s only a demand met. Laziness often leads to greed too.

Want vs Need

The meaning of help has changed a lot or maybe I understood it only now. If you do not have coconut to make korma, then you make it without it. You don’t knock someone’s house at 8 in the morning to get it from them.

Again, if you’re making korma and you are short of coconut, you could still choose to use it or leave it. When none of the shops open till 10 and if and only if you need, then you could ask a friend or two if they have and could help. You make it a point to return it after you buy, also plan better for yourself next time.

The difference between both is the want and need. Want is sourcing it from someone because they’ll never say NO; At times why do you want to buy something that you get for free. Postponing the spending at someone’s cost, even though eventually you will have to.

Need is you couldn’t get it at all, but you would be happy to get it if you could. You underestimated your ingredients; the help is appreciated and will be duly returned at the earliest.

Sometimes WhatsApp status becomes the true source of misery. I’ve stopped sharing status due to inappropriate asks.

Money is important to me, but I try to look at someone beyond it. We are all trying to save money, but it is different for everyone. While I do not prefer to save money on these things, I do not expect anyone to understand it.

I don’t try to save on my daughter’s school photo by asking someone’s copy and taking a print out from it because it’s cheaper. Neither do I ask someone for a copy because I ordered a similar looking photo twice. I don’t save money by making friends with people who could offer me free services – food or photo.

Are they Questions?

I took up a full job recently and one question that I am constantly asked by some are how you manage. Truly we all could help each other and be thankful. However, I’ve had trouble on that front when I say it’s hard sometimes, if not for that question: then why did you take the job? I am annoyed when someone asks how I got the job. Honestly, what’s that question?

As a family we have some routines. We try to keep up at it as much as we can, when it messes up it’s not great, but we try all over again. We struggle like every other working parent, but we try to do what is within our reach. I could empathize with you, but I would not advice how to deal with life.

We recently bought a bicycle for my daughter. When she went down to ride it, I was told that I was not smart enough to buy a cheaper option. I never asked anyone an opinion on it, I will never. Neither am I fond of people commenting on what we spend, one particular one that was pretty personal was spending lavishly for a short stay.

My daughter’s safety is as important as the quality of the bicycle. I’ll keep it for a while, so I think it’s an investment, maybe someone else cannot see it as such and that’s alright. I’m not in the mood to change their mind to make someone see the point. Even if I am selling it to some other child, that child’s safety is equally important to me.

Spending Matters

While the husband cooks dinner, I take her down to play, and otherwise. I can argue she’s just 5 or she’s 5 already. I don’t know, I need some more time. Also, I find it easier to watch or talk to kids. At times, I find kids too rude or bully a lot, so there’s a lot of crying that happens, so I just want to know how it is like to be a kid today.

As a working mother, sometimes school holidays are not true source of enjoyment when you have a single child. Most times I have to take her to holiday clubs at school. It surely burns a hole in my pocket, but this is expected. My child is my responsibility. We all have money crunches, but I do not like to use that as an excuse to not spend money on something that’s important.

I have always preferred to have kids over at my place when I could, because it is company for mine. Some think that way and it’s nice to send her over to someone’s house once in a while. It surely brings with it a lot of troubles, but that’s when they learn a lot too.

What I do not like is knocking someone’s door just because I do not want to pay. I cannot host them at my place even though I work at home. I do not wish to call this help. It’s natural that help is offered mutually when you’re merely neighbours. It’s often what do I get in turn for this. I am not a fan of this.

One can argue, help comes with no expectations. Sorry, that’s not true at all times. I’ve noticed people ask help mostly from people who they have the chances of receiving it. Or someone pulls it as a joke at every chance they get to get their demands met.

A Helping Hand

Help is the new name for meeting someone’s demands. This is why I’ve hardened up at the word. I’ve thought so much about it in my life, especially if I need something done back home. I could have done in the past or sometimes now, but I try to keep it to a minimal. My parents are turning old too, what’s going to be too expensive here that I’d have to ask my father to pack and send from there?

I’ve had panic attacks over help requests. My daughter finds it extremely difficult to cope with me during these times.

When we cook at home, she plays a part in it. Stirring or cutting veggies with the buttering knife, or just to play with water, she volunteers. It’s nice, it’s relaxing, it’s bonding.

I want my daughter to consider cooking as a skill, the time and effort to learn something is important. We both cook at home; she’s used to it. She does not know otherwise at the moment whether I work or not.

Why Do I have to Work?

When I first started working, she questioned why I need to work. I could just be happy staying with her. Well, initially I got angry because I’ve been hearing this for a while from adults too. However, I got curious with her. I had to explain that I used to work, and she will too when she grows up. She asked me if her school was her office. I said sort of, you learn, we learn too. You make friends, we try too. You have fun, we do too. So, yes.

One of my friends gave me a sane advice while I was trying for interviews. Let your daughter get used to seeing you have a job. It’ll do it’s bit in their life. My husband supports as much as he can by taking work from home, when I need to be on-site. She asks if today her father would take care of her because mum is at work. This might be a small thing, but this is huge for me.

We all have so many things to take care of with or without children. I’m not saying be kind, that’s a huge ask. I’m only saying first learn to do your stuff as it’s your duty, responsibility. Stop putting your duty on other people.

Thankful

Even though these are complaints, there’s always those moments I have to be thankful for. For people who have always chosen to help someone in real need. We all need help sometimes, kindly do not overdo it.

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Much Love Monday: Thank you October, Wrapping 2019

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Mon, 28 Oct 2019 11:15:31 +0000

Hello! This could be my last post for this year. Wrapping 2019 with a gratitude post for this month makes me feel content at this moment as I write this.

How was your Diwali? Mine was good. We enjoyed it. I hope you and your family had a great time too. Since I hardly used WhatsApp this month, I couldn’t send messages to many friends this Diwali. Still remember, you all were in my thoughts and prayers this Diwali. I’m happy to find such lovely people online.

Yes, It’s that time of the month where we sit down and cherish all the moments that just travelled by. October has by far been the best month this whole year, not because it’s the husband’s birthday. The second best month was June, also not because it was my birthday month. We spent the four months together, what can be more special?

Finally something good this year so I’m wrapping 2019 with a cheerful smile.

My attempts at gratitude posts failed miserably this year. I wanted to try writing Weekly Gratitude posts, but hardly crossed 2 months. I’m not sure if I might write another gratitude post to officially wrap 2019. Or maybe I might. Still, I really wanted to share this here. So here’s pretty much my year in short along with October.

Wrapping 2019 with a Smile

We (Lakki and I) reached Chennai on the 1st of October followed by the husband the next day. This was an unexpected trip for him, but still delighted he came over. Distance definitely changes a few things. Married for 3 years, as a team we focussed on taking care of those around us. It backfired terribly. We are still a team, but just got better because of what we discovered this year. These 130 days has done a lot of good than I thought possible.

I’m happy for the love of my life, the 1000+ conflicts we’ve had this year, has made us talk so much better to each other. This year has reminded us so many lessons about life. Yes, a reminder since we had left “US” behind due to daily life. The most important of all is being there for each other at all times. Since we were away for most of this year, it was really tough to smoothen things our way. My most favourite quote came to my aid this year,

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.

When we got our chance to stay together we did not just grab it with both hands, but embraced it fully and lived it like there is no tomorrow. Last October, we spent it at Bangalore and this one at Chennai after our travel. Isn’t that a treat to me? So I’m thankful.

I feel blessed to have my daughter next to me all the time. This year was tough on her too, staying away from her dad wasn’t easy for her. Misery loves company and we were each other’s ally. She enjoyed every second with her dad these 4 months. They went on rides almost everyday and she just didn’t let him be. More than me she is awaiting her next trip.

She has started to weave her stories already. We are impressed and are happy, won’t ask for more. Her new versions of rhymes are totally cracking us up. Here is a sample:

You must have heard of the Baby Shark rhyme. If not check out Cocomelon Baby Shark. She saw the aquarium at my mom’s and started singing the rhyme. I told her that this aquarium is too small for sharks. This one could hold Gold Fish, Black Molly and Angel Fish for now.

She was all ears, she nodded her head and repeated the same to me in her own words. Then changed it to baby gold fish do do do.. How quick these little ones grow..

I am happy for my Family & Friends. I roasted them with many dry and dull stories for a while now. Yet have been very supportive this year. I was emotionally drained with lots of things this year. Staying away from hubby was draining me a lot. Mom, dad, sister along with my grandmother, uncle and aunty helped me in their own way.

I’ve had many meltdowns this year than ever and my girls(including my granny) listened and comforted me many times. I got to meet some of them this year, though we’re already planning to meet soon. I’m happy to have these people in my life.

I’m grateful for the time I’ve got to stay at my parents this year. I still do and I am thankful for the love my parents share on the little one. I’m happy for my sister-in-law and her family for being supportive and helping us despite their very own problems this year.

This month we took a road trip to Tirupati, a long pending one to meet Mr. Venky. This was an interesting trip because the driver shared so much history about this particular Temple along with other temples. He drives almost everyday to Tirupati and he’s doing this for 14 years now.

His stories were aplenty and we were all ears. We also visited a much lesser known temple on the way back. It’s Mahishasuramardini’s temple near Tirutani. The usually bitter neem tastes like a normal leaf here. I don’t know the science behind this. I’m yet to find it out.

Bullet Journal, Social Media

I’ve been away from Social Media this month. Surprisingly, I find little interest or almost no interest to open most of the platforms. The only platform I use right now is Facebook, to share my blogposts in BAR group. Otherwise, you’d not find me much in WhatsApp, Instagram or others too.

I’m perfectly alright, I just wanted to invest more of my time with my family and myself. I’ll tell you I’m bad at multi-tasking. I cannot read a book and listen to music at the same time. So when the little one approaches me and I’m busy typing, I cannot focus on what she talks. So I took a break from phone overall. Now, I use it for typing posts(at times) and calls.

No, these social media platforms don’t hinder me, it’s just me who consumes it more than necessary. I want to use it minimally because I don’t want my daughter to be too fond of my phone either. We play games and watch a few pre-downloaded videos on the phone, both are offline work with the phone.

My bullet journal was my everything this year. I am learning to draw and my journal is helping me there too. The one good thing about it, is the creativity. Either I copy designs or scribble something on my own. My weekly logs make it interesting to see what I did to what I ate. I’m planning to do a Roundup post about my bujo. Let’s see.

Also, thankful for the good rains in Chennai this monsoon. Even though it’s not full-fledged yet, I’m happy to see rains in Chennai after 3 years. I feel like our prayers are always heard.

I’ve made some major decisions this year for the coming year. More on that soon in the coming posts.

That’s about my October. My husband is starting back tomorrow. Right now we don’t have a rented house there at the moment. A new project and a fresh start has come again. Wishing things settle down sooner, so we could too.

How was your October? I’d love to know. With so many things to be thankful for, I am wrapping 2019 and hoping for a better life in 2020 for all of us.

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Much Love Monday is a series I am hosting in my blog about how each of us look at Mondays. This will be hosted on the 3rd and 4th Monday in this blog. You can share your experience about your Monday or an experience worth sharing on Monday in your blog. You can add this badge to your post and comment here so we can follow each other’s posts.

Joining Vidya Sury’s Gratitude circle first Time this year and I’m happy to be part of it at least once this year.

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Much Love Monday: April Heartaches and Acceptances

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Mon, 15 Apr 2019 09:27:10 +0000

April is the month that keeps me thinking about a lot from the past. It’s all about losing your loved ones. I lost my Uncle before 7 years this month. I lost my darling pet Jhansi who was just 7 months old before 3 years. I lost my good friend the same year. 2016 April was not an easy month, while I wanted a shoulder to cry, I became the shoulder to lean on to.

My uncle’s death was very sudden and it still churns my stomach when I think about those moments. Though it still looks like it all happened just a year before, it is already 7 years. It changed a lot about my family. It changed my dad and made him insecure. Losing his cousin brother made him guilty, angry and sad. It’s only after death we feel deeply about the chances we missed. My father became very unapproachable and he was treading on fear that anything can happen anytime to anyone. Life by the end of 2012 was troublesome.

4 years after that, life slowly turned from being miserable to manageable. In December 2015, Chennai streets were flooded overnight due to ineffective planning. I still remember waking up to water everywhere. There was so much chaos everywhere, though that’s the moment we found peace as a family. That was the time we all sat down and spent time together. Those 4 days will be etched in my memory beautifully. We spoke a lot to each other and switched off the denial mode that surrounded us otherwise. We had a lovely little stray dog who had come a week before the floods and she became my companion. I call her my savior. She changed my life and made my father finally cry and gain the peace he had lost years before.

A lovely companion who kept me busy for 4 months after I quit my job. I looked after her day and night. I argued and even fought with anyone who wanted to send her to a pet house/shop. We named her Jhansi because she had a warrior look on her face. She was a warrior. She taught me to buck up and be brave. She looked fragile, but there was a strength in her that anyone can see. I have a detailed post about her here.If you wish to know about this darling, read the post. You will fall in love with her. I cried and cried with no strength left to bother about anything. I dwelled in silence and my parents understood and let me be.

I quit my job in January 2016 and spent full time with the pets at home. Also, this was the time my school dearie S and I became close. We spent so much time talking with each other and made so many plans that never worked out anyway. Still, we spoke a lot, whenever we had the chance. We created chances to talk. Maybe that’s how it works. I missed her dearly after training at Infosys, but failed to keep in touch. Here we were talking like there were no yesterday’s and no tomorrow’s. I didn’t want to miss any more time. I didn’t want anything to end, come on, we just started all over again. The thing is, we never know when anything actually ends.

We spoke about our lives. What went wrong for us, what is going good for us, what is keeping us strong, what is making us cry! She was such a strong soul. She was going through a storm, still one would never guess that if they talk with her. The heartiest woman I personally knew. I don’t think I am even 10% of what she was. I am not putting myself down, but openly accepting the fact that I have to learn to smile during adverse times. We all have demons inside us, but only some of us fight it everyday and fly high. She was that devil who woke up everyday and faced her illness bravely. Even a day before she passed away she laughed and conversed with someone dear to her. She longed for conversations that kept her going. We all do, right?

When I came to know that she passed away through my school group, just a week after our last conversation, I asked the girls to cross-check. I told them it was impossible that it’ll be her. What came back made me cry.

She suffered so much right before she died. She didn’t deserve a life like that. I know her. She needed the peace. She had had enough. Though I miss her, she needed that peace. Rest in Peace, my dear, for you will always be in my heart.

I realized when I saw a quote just before a couple of days. If there was something I could be to keep her with me, is stay cheerful always, for life is short, but it’s only you who can make it sweet.

If you have lost someone you hold dear, you will realize it is their kindness that made them special. Be that! Be Kind! I have a lot to show on that. I wish I have a more kind heart and the ability to understand without judging. This is what I wish for myself this year.

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Much Love Monday is a series I am hosting in my blog about how each of us look at Mondays. This will be hosted on the 3rd and 4th Monday in this blog. You can share your experience about your Monday or an experience worth sharing on Monday in your blog. You can add this badge to your post and comment here so we can follow each other’s posts.

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Much Love Monday: My Grandma’s Monday

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Mon, 20 Aug 2018 04:27:00 +0000

What is it like to start every Monday as a Housewife? This is an effort to recreate moments with my grandma. I asked her about my grandma’s Monday for the Much Love Monday series.

When I decided to ask this question to some of the women I know, I started with my grandma’s Monday, Their answers brought in so many stories. Stories I did not hear before. Stories that made me laugh and a couple did bring tears too. I never expected Mondays to bring out so many stories. Mondays across generations weren’t unusual, but the stories were. Hence, I decided to share some stories with all here.

My grandmother and I talk on a daily basis. We spend a few minutes everyday sharing about our day with each other for two years now. Yes, after my wedding we miss each other and also fight with each other more. She is my best friend , offers me sane advice, and puts it in a funny way too. She married at 25, great standards for the yester generation. When I asked her about this she laughed and finished her story like a rollercoaster ride.

Grandma’s Monday, In Her Own Words

Right now, my Mondays are determined by my son leaving to his office. I spend more time reading books and singing bhajans. Once in a while I help my daughter (my mother) and my daughter in-law. Otherwise, I have enough daily activities (washing her own clothes, drying and folding it, cooks her own pot of rice) to keep me busy. I prefer to do my work and not be dependent. I know people will work for me, but I prefer it this way. When Lakki comes over, all my day is spent with her. That’s how I love it now.

My earlier days were not as relaxed as now. We were in a joint-family as you know it. The women of the family used to cook together. We assigned tasks and did it consistently irrespective of our mood. Monday never really made the difference. I always put the food on the table on time and that is all that mattered.

I always ensured we don’t spend too much time in the kitchen. At those times, we mostly made one-pot food. Just like sewing, cooking is also a skill, I acquired it and found it best to finish things early. An hour is the time I could spend in the kitchen. I also learned best never to talk too much.

I loved the laid back weekends, I think even your mother would have said that. We spend time with family, but more than that we get to start the day late and relaxed. Though there wasn’t much of a change until we moved to a new place. We had arguments as a family, but that never affected the work we did.

We took our home jobs like women these days take their work. I appreciate how efficient women have become. Cooking wasn’t really my feat, but I took it up because I was the eldest daughter-in-law in their family and they all needed someone to help them with that, to bring a routine and responsibility. More than a mother, I was like a chef who had to plan and prepare food for almost 10 members and then the little ones.

The one good thing about Monday was that we get the house to ourselves even after all that morning rush. I have a routine until now. So nothing much has changed. However, I always enjoyed watching movies, visiting the Bazaar and playing cards with family (all the sisters(4), her nieces with mom and my uncle),that would look like a Mini-IPL.

I always had guests at home and I wasn’t disappointed at the fun time we had together. Life was happier and is still happier. Even today when I sit alone at home, I am at peace. I have enough hobbies to keep me going and my love for K.Balachandar movies has grown more now. I watch when there is one on TV, otherwise my TV time is limited to morning news and evening news and Vinayaka (Lord Ganesh Serial).

My grandmother is 83. She is one of the most organized person and the best planner I know. She has her days and the month planned, all set with lists to remember her tasks. Though arthritis has affected both her knee joints she does her best to take care and walk minimally. She is an ardent fan of K.B and she used to watch some immediately after release. While adores her great granddaughter, I must admit she is a sweet great-grandmother to her. She loves traveling and has travelled places from Kashmir to Kanyakumari. She is a devotee of Sathya Sai Baba and actively volunteers till date.

Much Love Mondayis a series I am hosting in my blog about how each of us look at Mondays. This will be hosted on the 3rd and 4th Monday in this blog. You can share your experience about your Monday or an experience worth sharing on Monday in your blog. You can add this badge to your post and comment here so we can follow each other’s posts.

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Terminal #WriteBravely

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Mon, 09 Oct 2017 14:36:00 +0000

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Two years had passed since Anjana left India for good. She had left because she wanted to run away from the chaos of her life. Her on-site opportunity was her only blessing. She had not shared her number with anyone. She just lived all by herself and spoke with family who spoke only because she called, not even once did they ask her anything else.

Today she was on her way to India. At the airport terminal she came to know about her delayed flight. She had ample time with nothing to do. Slowly thoughts crept in, as she sat down and thought about what to say when she goes back.

Just before two and a half years, her parents had arranged her wedding. She had to tell them she was in Love, but heavily single sided, waiting for Roshan. He was still not over his ex. To be more clear, his once-upon-a-time girlfriend loves to interfere very much in his life in the name of care. He couldn’t see the clear picture.

Roshan and Anjana were family friends who had always liked each other. Their lives took different turns when they fell in love for the first time. Yes, with other people. They both had a struggled relationship with their then partners. Anjana had felt better when she broke up, but Roshan’s girlfriend left him making him feel miserable. She made sure she stayed in touch only to poke him around saying how her married life is miserable now. Roshan was blind enough to believe her.

When they both met, they had spoken all about their lives so far. They both had a great time than they expected. Anjana liked Roshan, however, she wasn’t sure of a relationship. She didn’t want one. After almost a year of talking about everything under the sun, she felt like they were already in a relationship. Roshan felt lighter than ever. He slowly moved to the present. He was living his life without any regrets. However, his ex-girlfriend called him once in a while to talk to him. Gradually, he let her know about his new life and how he wanted to move on. Her pang of jealousy took over and she made it clear that she still misses him. He wasn’t ready to answer.

When Anjana came to know this, she decided for herself that he would go by her words. She told him how much she loves him and ran away without waiting for his answer. He tried calling her, but she never picked up. Her parents had introduced her to Amit, an Engineer, friends with a relative. The relative made sure her family accepted the prospect. When Anjana was on the edge with this alliance, she had no other choice, but to accept the On-site opportunity. The alliance had agreed to wait for two years. She hoped, he wouldn’t. They were so alike in the wrong things and she didn’t want to take this forward. She had already informed them she wasn’t interested. All ears went deaf to her words and all they ever bothered was about her first love failure, which they made sure was not conveyed to Amit & Family.

When she finally reached Chennai airport, her eyes wandered to meet Roshan, knowing he wouldn’t be there. To her shock, Amit welcomed her. She didn’t know what to say. Before she could ask for an excuse and move away, he had asked her to follow him. She felt annoyed with his behavior and turned away. She saw Roshan looking glum with a baby in his hand. His ex-girlfriend walked towards him with a wide smile. Anjana wasn’t just upset with what she saw, she made up her mind not to see him anymore.

Why did she have to see him? Why was he there anyway?

Questions flooded her mind with no answers. Amit took her to his car. He waved at the woman sitting inside the car and asked her to come out. He introduced her as Akshatha, his fiancée. Amidst her misery, this was such a huge relief. She congratulated them and finally asked why her parents had not come to pick her up. He asked her to get in, he had a story to tell her. He told her about everything that happened after she left.

Roshan had spoken with her parents after she left. He had told them that he was the reason behind her denials to her family’s request. He had gone there to ask them for acceptance. She couldn’t believe anything Amit had said. She was silent all the way home. Her parents were waiting eagerly to receive her. They were smiling at her. They called her in and asked her if she was really in love with Roshan. She just said, “Yes, but there is no point in talking about it now.”, knowing nothing is going to change what she saw at the airport. Though they had pre-booked an engagement hall, they had waited for her answer this time. They were so sure about her this time. Staying away makes parents understand their children better.

Roshan had spoken to his ex-girlfriend and asked if he can meet her with her family. She denied it upfront. This time, he had called her repeatedly and asked her what was going on? She agreed that her past was better than her present. He decided to meet her and share a few words. He had met her husband, introduced himself, cleared the air and closed their chapter. Her husband, a genuine person, had agreed to come to his wedding with his family and wished him goodness. He was at the airport to receive them when Anjana came.

Roshan had known, the only person who needs to know his Love was Anjana. She understood his glum face now. There was no denying her love for him. There was nothing more to stop her from loving him anymore. He had come to her home now. His glum face, waiting for an answer. She just ran and hugged him tight. They went hand in hand to the engagement hall.

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Unanswered…………. #MondayMusings

Jayanthy Govindarajan — Mon, 18 Jul 2016 11:00:00 +0000

Past…. A way we lived.

As my travelling time is almost 4 hrs to and fro to work, I have all the time in the world to check out the road outside my bus. The wackiest thoughts are about the number of turned over cars,lorries, sometimes even tractors and any other vehicle lying on the road dismantled covered by blood and flesh. Every time I find any vehicle on any side of the road in an awkward position then it is a symbol of accident.

The Highways has seen more to it. The sides of the National Highways and State Highways are mostly covered by a lot of bushes and thickened by trees. When you look into the depths of those sides you’ll find some vehicle that had met with an accident long back. Losing some of my mom’s cousins in a car accident has made her avoid such scenes on the highways whereas my mind opens up for these inquiries. I know this must be weird. Right from my college days, I am seeing stuffs like this and so accidents for instance has become a part of daily routine and nothing more.

But when I was contemplating about these minor and major road accidents the only thought that was constantly revolving in my mind was ‘Were they with their family after a happy outing/trip?’ ‘Did they ever know that this would be their trip straight to the gates of heaven/hell?’

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There are so many other questions left unanswered………..

Who are we to blame in an accident?

Do the stressed life style add to the increase in accidents?

Is accident a mistake every time?

Why we people don’t dare to show any kind of humanistic disciplines even in the scenes of accidents?

When people are curious to see accidents why are we not curious enough to help?

Why are a lot of school vans meeting with accidents now-a-days?

Why the hell do we need money and power when it is of no use to anyone?

Why on the face of the earth are people running behind money and power?

Is money worth without the power?

Is power worth without money?

Why do people spend their life and soul for the sake a small appreciation?

Why people who try to be perfect mostly end up having a trauma?

Why on earth am I thinking of all this??????????

List continues..

Why is it always easy to ask questions than to find answers??

WHY???

#Sad #Curious #Unanswered #MondayMusings

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