HE says SHE says

 Being a mother and a WOMAN, I have a not very  good habit of pushing my opinions on everything from Yogi Adiyanath to Rakhi Sawant.( everything Indian not expanded my horizons yet.)       My opinions may come straight as an icing on the cake or sandwiched between breads or totally mixed up with batter to spread on the tava.(again not hungry here though you may feel a pang.)        So here I come up with a checklist on WHAT WE SHOULD TEACH OUR CHILDREN? ( P.S.-I'm not talking academics. ) 1. Teach your child to HATE coz they can't love corruption, terrorism, pollution, population and similar noun forms. 2. Teach your child to GET LOST coz only after getting lost do we truly discover ourselves.  3. Teach your child to DAY DREAM coz a vision is born out of day dreaming otherwise it's just an eyesight.  4. Teach your child to be LONELY coz good friends siblings are a limited version and counsellors a costlier one. 5. Teach your child t...

Hold it Honey  Go slow  Enjoy the flow For this moment will not stay and soon go.  Heightened is your erotica Imagining Archie and his Veronica My gesture is to just add an element of paparika Don't jump to conclusions  For it will cause sciatica.  Hold it Honey Go slow  Is my husband talking on PATIENCE Got a blow? 🤪 Patience, he teaches to me With ultimate glee Is a virtue to be practised  Than just preached Adds value only when shown in a direction  Or else life will require many a correction.  To succeed in anything You don't have to give up everything  Patience costs nothing  Only the direction is something  To be looked above all things.  " Work in the right direction  Top it with Patience  Success is yours companion" Says my dear life The success mantra runs rife Because a poem is composed by his wife💃🏽 So I hope now on You will go slow  Enjoy the melting snow But mind the direction of the flow And...

     Indian Dads have this quirky, 'I can't express, you understand' way of loving their daughters. Love for them is occasionally attending open houses to secretly admire the demon turned angel teacher of the class for that day. So innocent and pure is the love, that they themselves don't realise the depth of it till the daughter herself falls in love.        So this is our love story. My father's and mine. He realised or to be more precise confessed to it only when I found myself in romantic love with Mr. Wallet. Those were the days when my father was in quest of a suitable Arabian horse for his Arabian mare. Yes its a horse race to find a suitable (package includes a 2BHK flat, only son, parents not staying together, ambitious wants to go aboard, etc.)  match. You thought I forgot to mention good looking. No!!! That isn't the criteria till he has the money to camouflage his horsey looks.  My declaration of love brought more of a financial s...

    Anniversaries are that time of the year when you secretly pat yourself for putting up with the 'Ma ka ladlas'or ' Papa ki paris'. More recently my grandparents celebrated their 50th Wedding anniversary with a pomp. My senses almost drooped as if on a high dose of marijuana when I heard what the old woman had gifted the old man.  A BOTTLE OF KAYAMCHURAN-though a branded one, that's what she reasoned.  I always believed that my granny's grey cells were greyer than her grey hair. For her, my grandfather was no less than Arnold Schwarzenegger !!! Imagine Arnold with a bottle of Indian Ayurvedic Kayamchuran or to go more wild, imagine him in the pose of the sage on the bottle of kayamchuran. Ditch the shit business of Arnold for the shit business of my grandfather was affecting their marital bliss. Who told? Obviously granny told!         On days his left overs were rightly evacuated, the old lady was his Madhubala and he sang Kishor to her. But wh...