Papoosh etc - Marriage, Motherhood, Mayhem and Musings!

Parents decided to surprise sister; gifted her a cellphone. Had called me for expert opinion, and then decided to dump it in the garbage and go right ahead with exactly what I had advised against. All that apart, had asked to be on the phone while giving it to sis, and this is how it went: Sis: "This is for me???" (can imagine slightly rounder eyes on face) Mom, dad and (me(from the other end of country on phone)): "Yes baby!" Sis: " Really???" (slightly highpitched voice now) (to me now) "Akka, I think ammam chinni have bought me a cellhpone(in an awed voice)" Sis(after finally opening box) : " THAAAANK YOU!!!!" (in a voice people sitting in the front in my cab can hear) Me: (goofy smile on face..no words..too overcome by emotion just imagining the look on sister's face. ) .......................................... Seems like today's going to be nothing but "thoughts of sister" day! Wandering through

Recently mother dear asked me to write a little something on what i'd learnt from living with guys, how it was overall, the good, bad and the ugly. Got me thinking on what wow parents i have, not only willing to let their daughter live with guys, they were never paranoid that she might be sleeping with them;( they didn't even go right through the roof when they learnt i was living in with one of them), nor about the shocked neighbour aunty sayin "haa..she's living with boys you know" looking like she'd have a stroke if ever faced with the prospect of knowing another similar person. Also got me gloating a little, having lived for over a year with different guys in different places, i consider myself quite an expert on what it takes to live with guys..might actually write my own book on my experiences some day ;-), though i might well have to go into hiding after that,which means all my dreams of achieving authordom are shelved for the next 45 years atleast :(((

Leaving home wasn't a leap forward in life for me as much as it was a form of escape from my parents, from what I considered the restrictions and bondages of family, little realising in my state of self-pitying, that it was exactly the same "restrictions" that had saved me from being bruised countless number of times. Only when my train finally arrived at that most feared city of crime, Delhi..did it finally sink in that I was truly on my own. Ofcourse my friends and my parents' friends were there to receive me; but they had their lives to lead too, I couldn't expect them to drop everything so they could make sure that I was comfortably placed, they would do what they could, and if they were extremely nice, go a little out of the way. It was the first lesson learnt in appreciating family, but I hadn't learnt all there was, so throughout my stay in Delhi, every single day, life would serve me a new offering, the bitterest of pills, the swallowing of which resul