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Aug 13, '08

As she lay in bed, thinking about her husband, she had a sudden gush of emotion and a tear escaped her eyes. Her friends at the office envied Sunita to have a husband who was caring and compassionate. Amit was more than a husband; he was a companion, a partner, a friend. That’s what made her feel guilty of hiding the truth from him. But how could she tell him? And even if she did, would he believe her? She was not sure about that. And that’s what held her back, each time she made an attempt to tell him. Wiping the tear, she turned on her side and closed her eyes with exhaustion.

She often wondered what that one factor is in her married life that made it so special. Was it love or was it understanding or both? Amit worked with a software company and Sunita was happy to be a housewife. They stayed in a rented bungalow that was in the outskirts of the city. It was specious with a patio and a lawn. Sunita loved nature and was more than happy to be here. Amit would travel by train and often worked late nights, a fact Sunita detested but carried on with life anyway. She was happy to be with him, as in him she found all the joys of life.

They bought a car recently and would go on long drives whenever they could find time. For them, life was one big ride. And they enjoyed each moment. Amit came home one day with the news that his company would be giving him petrol allowance.

“That’s great indeed”. Sunita screamed. Now they could enjoy the rides even more, she thought. Waving the voucher book in the air, he took her in her arms. It was time to celebrate!

It was on Amit’s insistence that Sunita finally agreed to learn riding a two wheeler. His old Scooty was lying in the backyard since they bought the car. She could begin to ride it for small chores like shopping, he thought.
Amit was very patient as he taught her the basics about how to keep balance and how to rest one leg on the ground while turning. Sunita was a good student but her lethargy to learn to drive the vehicle made her reluctant. Amit could sense that but attributed it to her fear of riding.

He kept consoling her, chiding her by giving encouragement. But each time she would sit on the vehicle, she would leave the handle and keep pushing her legs on the ground inadvertently, as if to take flight. And he would jokingly say,

“Suni! You are not flying a plane, it’s a two wheeler dear, keep it on the road”. And she would break in to laughter and lose her balance. But Amit would hold her firmly, not letting her fall. After eight days of practice, Sunita finally learnt to keep her balance and also learnt to go a small distance alone.

“Here. Keep some petrol coupons with you, you will need them now”. Handing over the bunch, he said.

“So many of them? Just a few would do”. Why she would need so many, she thought.

“It’s alright dear. I have quite many remaining with me still”.

“Oh! Amit! Wish I could tell you I don’t need these coupons….” Her mind trailed in thought.

She took the bunch against her wish and kept it in the purse.

“And yes! We are buying you a new Scooty next month.” He exclaimed happily.

As they lay in each others arms that night, Sunita asked him if he was willing to try out something new. Eyes half closed with joy, he agreed. She came over him in an instant and mounted on him, like she would straddle a horse. Letting her hair loose she began to push him, prod him. A moan of happiness escaped his mouth as she began to envelop him with an intensity he had never experienced before. Sunita felt like a queen astride a wild animal unwilling to surrender to her power. She folded her knees and fiercely began to jab him in downward motion. He kept saying something incoherently but she was beyond listening. She was enjoying riding him and she could see in his eyes that he did too. He screamed with joy as he came but she kept thrusting vigorously, until he could take it no more and begged her to stop. She bent down and kissed his chest, then the cheeks, then his lips. They lay that way for some time and slept in the same position until morning.

“You still haven’t used all the coupons”? Looking at the bunch lying on the table Amit asked.

“Nothing as such dear, I hardly use the Scooty actually”.

“Don’t tell me!” Amit was clearly surprised.

“Ya, the market is so close, you know na”? She said with a smile.

“True but now that you know how to ride, I meant the Scooty…Why go walking, right?” He said mischievously.

“And I was planning to buy you a new one this month!” He added.

“New one?” She almost screamed.

“Yes my sweet heart, a new one!” He said.

“Oh! It’s okay dear, I am fine with this”. She put her arms around him and said.

“You sure?” He asked.

She just kissed him on his lips and left him speechless.

Sunita got up slowly and went in to the kitchen. Her vehicle stood in a corner. Quietly she went near it, held it under her crotch and mounted on it, just like she had her husband last night. Folding her knees, she lifted her body and began to glide through the kitchen, then the sitting room and finally through the main door.

The vehicle underneath her made a crackling noise. Amit was right when he said she needed a new one, she thought. She landed near a super market on her way and headed straight to the corner where the board read,
‘New arrivals. Brooms from Moldova’.

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Aug 07, '08

Day Eight and Nine...

Last weekend was very eventful. I reached the Home around 4.15 in the evening as usual. Most of my students were sleeping as the Unit tests were over and so the pressure was off their minds. It was all very silent except some girls who were either playing with the pet cat or just drooling in an arm chair. Taking a seat, I called one of the girls to wake up the others. Slowly and gradually they all came to me and began chatting up. I told them to get their school bags, so we could begin.

As they were assembling to sit for studies, Madam Mrs. Bardey came in and began talking to me.

Mr. Marathe what is this? You are teaching them Craft only! What about teaching them Marathi…?

My mouth was agape upon hearing this! And all I could manage to say was…

What?

Ya… apparently you are teaching the Hume high school students only… You are not teaching children from the English medium…she went on and on…they have told me so… I was aghast!

But Madam, there are quite many from other the school who have ignored my plea to come and learn, what I needed to teach…I said feebly. I was disheartened with her accusation actually speaking. That’s how it is with me. If anybody throws a false accusation at me, I feel terribly dejected. And keep silent but let the other person speak.

Somewhere inside me I knew that if I keep quite now, an incorrect meaning would be derived, so I began to speak. I told her in exact words the names of the girls who were absent from my class for almost 3 weeks. I asked her to call them one by one so she could ask them there and then!

The girls came and stood silently. Madam asked them if what I was saying was true but they just stood silently, stuck to the ground. As mentioned earlier, I was feeling dejected any way, so I too kept quiet.

I took their studies for an hour or so but my mind was not up to it. So I wrapped up the evening rather early and went back home.

I don’t know if I will continue going to the Home here after. May be I will find another Home where children are more keen to learn. May be I will continue here because there are many other children who wish to learn and will suffer if I stop teaching them, at this point in time.

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Jul 28, '08

Day Six and Seven...

The rains began their downpour at last and Mumbai heaved a sigh of relief. There were many like me

who were overjoyed and many who made faces

looking at the inky sky. I pity those who

can’t see the

that waits behind the dark clouds. For them it is that time of the year when they have to wade (for me glide) through the muddy (for me warm brown) waters is eeeeeeks! It is that time of the year when they are forced to carry an umbrella or a wind cheater and also not to forget it on the way back home. I have a suggestion for them...

Why not just walk out without one? Try it once, you won’t regret it. Walk in the rains like there is none. And see the difference it can make to your life.

My weekend was great. Enjoyed walking in the rains, sipping hot cups of tea, eating Bhajiyas

by the road side. I just love these crunchy little things! But they have to be savoured piping hot. No point eating them cold, that’s for sure. (Even while I am writing this, my mouth is watering…oooooooh! Somebody please get me one more plate…!

)

I spent my Saturday and Sunday evenings at the Home. The Unit tests were over so I taught them some Origami. We did a Swan and a Fish and they enjoyed doing it. We played Hangman and a game where one after the other you say numbers like, 1, 2, 3, 4…but multiples of 5 have to be skipped, like 5, 10, 15, 20 and so on. It was great fun indeed!

I bought note books for all of them for practicing handwriting. A shopkeeper friend of mine sold me the Notebooks at lower rates, a nice gesture on his behalf indeed!

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Jul 21, '08

19th and 20th July at the Home...

The Booklet of the Home...

I spent my fourth and fifth day at the Home taking their studies for the upcoming Unit test, especially teaching the finer points of Grammar. I noticed that a few girls and boys are not interested in learning. But I haven’t taken any severe action against it in this matter, as I want their Unit tests to get over first. I have made a list of all my students and marked the standard and the medium that they are in, Convent or Vernacular. I have also marked those students in my mind, who are avoiding the studies. I will talk to them on one to one basis next week and explain to them how important it is for them to study. And I am sure I will be able to prove my point.

On Saturday I had half working day so I went to the Home after office hours and reached at about 4 in the evening. Some girls have their paper for Marathi on Monday, the 21st of July. And some have on 24th. So I took their studies for Marathi. Like I said the last time, that slowly and gradually the students will begin to ask me difficulties in other subjects, they all did! But I am enjoying guiding them all the same.

There’s something interesting about their handwriting that I noticed! And here are my observations. Nisha writes Marathi with a slant that we are familiar with but more so when we write in English, like the cursive handwriting. So I have named it “THE SLIDE”. Then there’s one that is so rounded that I am tempted to call it “THE FRUIT”. There’s one girl who writes in such a manner, especially the way she draws a line over the word. She draws it backwards! So I call it “THE REVERSE GEAR”. Then there’s another that’s so artistic that I am tempted to call it “THE SWAN IN THE POND”. And one more that goes downwards in such a fine a swoop that it deserves to be called "THE ROLLER COASTER”! Many students, various types of handwritings. Thus my immediate task would be to improve upon their handwriting. I shall be going to the market and buying them books for the same purpose.

A very heartening incident happened last evening. I had been to the net cafe where I showed the brochure of this Home to my friend who owns that café. He read it and told me that he will give me a cheque tomorrow. I was busy typing out this log and was perplexed about what exactly he was saying. Then he told me that he was talking about the donation that he wished to give for this Home! I told him that it was not my intention to ask him for it when I showed him the brochure and I was casually showing it to him. He said that’s alright, he wished to donate some amount. I thanked him for his noble gesture and that’s how my evening came to a fruitful conclusion.

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Jul 14, '08

Day two and three...

My second day at the Orphanage (hereafter referred to as Home) was much more relaxed as I could get to know my students personally. It was difficult to remember so many names at the first go but now I know most of them by their first name and that was quite a relief. Since both of us were new to each other, they too must have been gaging me I guess, I could see from the look on their faces! Firstly they were worried that I might shout at them (a girl named Chaitali, quite an outspoken girl this one, told me so!) for their handwriting (unreadable) or their approach to learning Marathi.

But soon I eased them out of that feeling of being unsure. I checked their work books as well as note books and in a gentle tone told them that they will need to improve on their handwriting and all said they were ready for that. I felt better after hearing this because education is not something that one can force upon others, it must come from within. And I was happy to see that they all were ready to learn from the beginning! Once their Unit tests are over, I will be teaching them BARAKHADI (alphabets) and improve on their handwriting and knowledge of Marathi words and their meanings.

Apparently the teacher in the school does not explain them the meaning of the words, how pathetic! How can they learn if they don’t know what a particular word means, it’s quite an alien language at least to the convent students. And although Marathi is lower level and so easier compared to the Marathi medium schools, the words are not which we use colloquially, so again their meaning needs to be explained but it’s not done at school.

Initially I made them sit together but realized that they make quite a noise while learning. Laughing, giggling, joking. So now I take two or three students at a time and find that their attention is undivided. Some Unit tests begin from 17th and the rest on the 21st. Once they are over, I will begin this journey afresh. In these two days I learnt a lot about my students and hope to teach them better Marathi (one girl quietly pushed her Hindi workbook towards me and conned me in to taking her Hindi studies also, yes, the same girl Chaitali, oh! She is smart indeed!) So I won’t be surprised if others follow suit!

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Jul 07, '08

My dream...

Dear friends,

For all this while I kept talking about how we all must do something for the under privileged of our society, little realising that I, myself have done hardly anything as yet!

On the superficial level I was continuing with my life as a professional writer, doing a job like many others and being happy with life in general. But deep inside, I was disturbed with the thought that I am not complete as a human being, not as yet.

And so began my search for social organisations which may need my assistance as a person who can do something for them. I came across this Orphanage where about 36 girls are housed, fed, sent to school etc.

This is an orphanage where I have begun to teach Marathi to children who are in convent and Marathi medium school. They are between the age group of 6 to 14. Each Saturday I will be going after office and be there from about 3.30 to 7 p m These children are either orphaned, destitute or been given custody by court. All the 36 girls stay together here and are Rehabilitated through handwork, sewing and card making.

Their unit tests are approaching so as of now I am taking their studies in general. Once the tests are over I will begin to teach them BARAKHADI, as they are just too weak in Marathi.

The address is:

League of Mercy -The Shelter
61 Mirza Galib Marg
Byculla
Mumbai – 400008
Karmayogi: Ms. Malti Bardey, Superintendent
Tel: 2307 2381

(I will write about the other activities of this Orphanage later in a separate blog, may be post some pictures also)

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Jun 30, '08

The boat...

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Jun 27, '08

My entry for the contest by Dagny!

Contest number 1

Deep, deeper, deepest!

I would like to holiday with my girlfriend here. Why? Arre, I am scared of water and she is an ace swimmer, hehe! I can cling to her all the time and enjoy being close to her! In between this activity, I can also explore the curves and bury myself deeper in her love! Ooooooh!
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Contest number 2 - Short story in 6 words

Married. Divorced. Married. History repeats itself!

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Jun 26, '08

With malice towards all but none...

Contradictory as it sounds, it’s meant to be exactly that! Inspired by the column that the great writer Shri Khushwant Singh used to write, (I am his fan!) I have altered it a little, to suit my purpose. Before I begin, a small request. Please read the preamble before you scroll down.

Although what I am writing now concerns all among us who haven’t displayed their snap as avtar and also many who have not given any details about their likes or interests and chosen to keep their profiles blank, I mean no malice to those who, even after choosing to remain silent about themselves or in their appearance, are true gentlemen and fine women.

Such people, with their decent exchanges and great attitude have won the hearts of many. Not only as Fropperites who care for their friends but also as individuals, who have fought through difficulties in life and still managed a smile on their faces. They respect the privacy of each other and at the same time reach out with their warmth and concern.

That said, now let me to draw your attention to some who are here to vent their frustrations, one way or the other. They hardly ever write a blog but are the first to give nasty comments that are not welcome. Because they are here not for sharing the warmth but to spread hatred.

Many a times they pose as something else than what they really are. Like men who pose as women to satiate (sick!) their desires. Hiding behind the mask of a woman, thus becoming neither a man nor a woman! Abusing, arguing, and trying to incite the readers to start a dialogue full of filth and venom. And that’s when they become a nuisance.

Dear Fropperites, please, please ignore such sadistic zones that are good for nothing. By replying to their senseless comments, you are in a way encouraging them, aren’t you?

Keep your calm, keep writing, keep sending meaningful messages, scraps and keep having a good time!

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Jun 21, '08

Some facts about HIV

HIV can never survive in any other liquid* medium also other than blood or semen (& please for God sake ... never in Pani Puri wala pani)

Even if one drinks an HIV infected blood (or semen) of someone (ingest through Gastro Intestinal track), the virus can not survive in the acidic pH of stomach*. Highest extent of acidity is (practically not possible) so imagine 1 as pH which is in our stomach. (This pH can burn your own finger in less than a second if you dip in that acid).

Exposure of less than 1 second in AIR KILLS the HIV virus* (hence story of needle pricks in Cinema theatres is a crap). Even if blood from a wound (of infected person) dries up (*blood clot*), *the virus dies*and can not infect anyone else

HIV transmission is *ONLY* an *INFECTION* i.e. entrance of virus in one's body. It *DOES NOT MEAN AIDS*.

An HIV-infected person (after entrance of virus) can progress to a condition of AIDS only after *8 to 10 YEARS *(not in 15 days as in the Pani Puri story)

It is *not HIV (virus) that kills a human* .....the virus attacks immune cells (cells that fight against foreign pathogens/antigens) and hence a person's ability to fight against infections & diseases slowly diminishes and person ultimately dies of a disease which could be as simple as TB

Most importantly, HIV is no longer a dreadful disease ... it is "*CHRONIC MANAGEABLE DISEASE*" just like Diabetes or Hypertension.

If there is anything you need to be careful from to prevent HIV is Unsafe sex*, *Blood transfusion* (check before taking) /Blood donation (use sterilized needles only) and any *blood contact during an accident *or so where amount of bleeding is very high.

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