Some moments

Home maker and Career woman ... what’s the difference? Status unchanged...  You are doing job for yourself ... you come late... you don’t look after the house hold chores... why do I have to look into house chores ( buying vegetables, groceries) why can’t you do it ? Why I have to open the door for you ? What is that making you so late? Why can’t you priorities your work? Why is there so many calls after 8 pm ... no righteous lady takes work calls after 8 pm ... why do you have to check emails at home? Why do you have to go to business travels so much ? Am I your driver that I will pick you up at late hours from airport? You are doing for yourself and you are adding stress in my life ... I am not used to these... don’t say a word ... when I say something say “Yes / Okay” then only our lives will be better ... you are not good at your work ... neither you are good at home chores ... .. do what I say ... learn to keep me happy ...  Scenario changed to home maker :  What do ...

 Off I go again ... it’s my fault that I laugh out loud throwing caution at the winds... its my fault if the dustbin is not cleared... did I over sleep ? It’s my fault if the cook is late ... did I not advised her to come early... it’s my fault if there is lil / less salt in the food ... did I not supervise well ? It’s my fault if the clothes aren’t properly ironed ... did I not supervise it?   My fault if there is work at office ..  did I not understand the mood of the master of the soul (MOS), my fault if there is head ache / stomachache/ ... did I not learn to give healthy n nutritious food.. It’s my fault ... if blood levels goes high or low with MOS... did I not learn to agree to keep quiet .... did I not learn to be mute... did I not learn to wait for MOS to operate my channels ...  My voice irritating..  my ideas obsolete..  my presence ..  irritating and adds to stress levels .. did I not learn to be invisible  ..  did I not lear...

 Dear Me,  Why do you fret n fume on yourself for everything ? It’s not fault that you are middle child and right from your birth you were born with insecurities.. You were raised by feminist mother and rebellion was in your blood ... you wanted to find logic in every thing... you didn’t wanted to dress up to please guest or anyone ... you dressed for yourself ... you wore shortest shorts ... you played pichoo, climbed trees ... played cricket , football and no summer afternoons went by without stealing mangoes from neighbors yard... you fought with boys and you were team captain and no wagering tongues or snickering remarks of mohalla aunties deterred you from sneaking out in the middle of night to walk on deserted street... you didn’t wanted to be in kitchen ... you didn’t wanted to do the mantras jaap .. yet you are spiritual...  Days went to months to years ... You hit puberty and You embraced it like another feather in your hat... you glowed and fragrance of youthful...