Diaries of the Hechicera: Clash

She did enough to conceal herself. She had no interest in herself. All she knew was to work, work and work. She had clung on to work to make minutes pass in her life – so that those thoughts wouldn’t come back and torment her. She was always walking around with puffy face, dragging her feet exactly the same way that she was dragging her life.

He was a workaholic. Night, day, weekday, weekend – he’d be at work. Did he ever sleep? Did he ever do what normal people do – like going to the movies?? Did he not have friends? Did he not network? What and who is he?? Arrogant, haughty and detestable.

She entered the office, dark because it was a Saturday and there was no one. From the corner of her eye, the cabin at the corner seemed to be lit. Well, someone must have forgotten to switch it off on Friday. She headed towards the cabin to switch that light off. And there he was, working on his Mac.

Ridiculous!!! There are other people who are MAD like me???

Before she could retrace her steps, he lifted his eyes and caught her – greeted her, but in her mind, he caught her!! Oops. Okay, be civilised my dear. Greet him back. Where are your manners? She greeted him back and took her seat. She was aware of his presence all the while. Instead of the usual 3 hours, she just wrapped up in one, and sped off back home.

He wondered what was it about her that he felt like protecting? She exuded a very vulnerable vibe. Like a prey sitting ready for a predator to devour. And he looked around her. There were predators who he knew spoke really shabbily about her. Predators who thought she is a fool, who laughed behind her back at her sense (or lack of it) of fashion, the way she spoke, the way she worked – everything about her was a bad joke. Maybe that’s where the protective feeling came from. She was hurt. Very hurt. Her entire demeanour reflected that. Maybe not as hurt as him, but she was. He wondered what had happened in her life. He knew and recognised this work obsession of hers very well. He himself was part of the same boat.


Musical Monday: Scott Joplin’s “The Entertainer”

I have developed a very great liking for piano classics. I would like to share this one tune that my neighbor was practicing during my short stay in Singapore. I took some time googling it, but I got to know that this is one of the toughest tunes to play and students learning piano who can actually pull off this one, are considered experts and stalwarts in Piano.

Do listen to it and let me know how you felt. I will share more of my favorites in subsequent posts.

Blog Feature: Beauty Talks with Neha

She’s fun, she’s quirky, she’s awesome.

She’s a bomb packed in a little gift box.

That’s Neha for you.

She is a famous blogger who blogs at Beauty Talks with Neha. I have seen her from the days when we were standing in a New U store and I tried convincing her to buy a lip gloss from Lotus Herbals.

Acha tu khareedegi toh main bhi loongi – is what the little tomboy said. I said, Okay and we both bought the same color.

That little girl has now graduated to this awesome knee-weakening beauty that reviews makeup and beauty products. (Let me tell you a secret here – the products look great because SHE makes them look awesome).

She has been my sole friend, one who I met in a bus and we became friends forever. We can be with each other, or not be with each other but the feeling doesn’t change.

Okay, this blog was about Beauty Talks with Neha, although its really really tough to NOT talk about Neha.

All said and done, check out her blog here. You won’t be disappointed.

And trust me, she’s as beautiful by heart, as she is, in her videos. And her smile – innocence personified. And, she makes me smile. 🙂

Go meet her!!

Oh, and did I tell you she’s an enormously talented artist??? Her art is on sale.



An adventure


Yes, thank you, that’s mine.

I have been wanting to buy a sewing machine for quite some time. Yesterday, I ventured out to do just that. The store is almost 25 kms from my home and Google decided to take me to a location where there was no store at all.

Now, let me tell you the whole story. I usually travel by cab but on Friday evening, there were no cabs available so I booked an auto. While I set out towards my home, I decided to instead go into the city interiors to find a sewing machine store. So I told the auto walla to take me into city instead as I want to buy a sewing machine. The auto walla, after pondering for some time, told me, “Madam, if you want to buy a sewing machine, you must buy it from X Shop in Y area. That shop is the biggest 3 floor store and you will find all kinds of machines there. I bought one for my wife 5 years ago, and she is still using it – the machine has never required a servicing till date.”

Wow, you can imagine my elation – I was like, “God, give me a rose, and a rose fell into my lap!!” So, I asked him to take me there the next day. He was a genuine simpleton and he agreed – although I wasn’t so sure that he would come, I reconfirmed with him.

The next day, he came right as he said, at 11.30 and we set out. Now, I had no idea that this Y area would be sooooooooo far away that it would feel like going to another city!!! Okay, so, throughout, the auto walla was narrating his story to me, about how he had worked hard and the cabs have beat their income down. I felt sorry for good hearted people like him, and prayed that he would prosper, in spite of the fact that I didn’t have great impressions about auto wallas in general.

It was about 12.30 when we reached. And right as he said, the shop was a large one – but the company of machines was local. And the price they quoted was HUGE. I thought, if I had to pay that much, I would rather buy an Usha Machine than a local one.

So again, I googled and to my luck, there was another distributor who stocked usha machines in the same area!!! So off I went, the auto, zipping through streets and sabzi markets and controlled parking areas to reach this place. And, the man was educated, well meant and showed me a lot of models. I chose one, and he quoted 9500, came down to 8500 and still, earned over 2000 profit because I did not have the great uncommon common sense to check the MRP on the box. He unboxed and fit it into the table – BTW, I insisted on the wheels option WITHOUT a motor. I am quite a stickler for traditional jooni purani stuff that way.

So, the guy said it would take about an hour to set it up. The kind auto walla was so cooperative, he said he will wait. It was 2.30 by that time and I was hungry. There was a small canteen kinda shop in the corner of the building and I headed over there to find something to eat. I asked the auto walla as well if he’d like to eat something. He declined, but said, he would drink some tea. So I ordered puri bhaji for myself and two teas.

The whole idea of this post came because THAT tea was the MOST tastiest tea in my city till date – trust me, no Tea Place or Cafe or Barista or any Chai place could serve as good a tea as this one!!! I am a Tea maniac and can have even 20 cups a day, without missing food. So, this one got a 10 on 10 – the proportion was jussst perfect. Not too much milk or sugar. The problem with tea EVERYWHERE else is that they serve it with 80 to 90% milk – which kills the whole point of tea. The way I drink it is to add a few teaspoons of milk in a cup of black tea.

That said, the task of fitting the machine into the auto was a huuuge one. I squeezed myself in a corner next to the machine and we set out. Another hour’s journey and by 4.30 I was home.

What a day!! And for 3 years now, I have wanted to buy a sewing machine – yes, I have a full time job, I intend to keep it, and no, I am not crazy. I am just too creative to not keep my fingers from fidgeting!! And, I am nurturing dreams of a big little business. 🙂 Yes, going my Dad’s way. I think.

So, wish me the bestest of good lucks, folks and friends.

I am on a new journey – yet again!!


The Force Beneath

*Reposting one of my older posts.

Imagine… if there was no gravity,
Our feet would not be earthly.
We’d all be flying without wings.
There would be so many nice things.

We’d have no cars,buses & trains.
And there’d be no pollution, only rains.
We could go to Greece, or Japan, or both,
And return, without tickets for back & forth.

We could climb trees without effort,
And wouldn’t need any elevators.
High-rise scrapers would spring up everywhere,
And we’d just “fly” to the top of Eiffel.

The Everest would no more seem a barrier,
As climbing it would become so much easier.
On second thoughts, would it be flying too?
Would rivers,oceans and mountains stay on earth,
Or would they find their way up, up and up.

If houses, schools & offices, all started flying,
Where would we live, study and work?
And then, would cities be called what they are named,
When they kept wandering from place to place?
Now I know, if there was no gravity,
The world would be Enid Blyton’s Enchanted City !


Goa Diaries: Suicidal Monkey

As my car breezed through the dense forest of Belgaum, there jumped a monkey, onto the road, and right in front of my car, just making it through to the other side in time!!!

Whoever said monkeys are crazy, they were absolutely right!!

Why did the chicken monkey cross the road? Hmmm…


Diaries of a Hechicera: Meet me ;-)

Hechicera means Enchantress – one who can put a spell on you with her qualities.

Today, Hechicera reveals herself.
She is the girl next door , the girl of your dreams, the lady in your fantasies.

She is a dreamer, a compulsive dreamer. She is inside you – the person who has always wished for the moon and the stars. She lives in her own world, she has her own language, she sings her own songs…

She has nothing to do with the big bad world. In her little world, there is only love, affection, kindness and gentleness. She does not want to leave her world. She wants to stay there forever. She wants her friends and her love to join her in her world. She wants to keep them away from the big bad world.

Call her Maya. She is Maya – the lady who danced in green fields in the white dress.. her dupatta flowing with the winds… her arms dancing to the enchanting tune… she is your imagination.

She is on a journey towards the Unknown. But she has faith that the Unknown will be where her heart is. She is constantly searching for the elusive someone. She is searching for her heart. She thinks the destination will be the start of another journey. If you follow her, she will crumble away into nothingness. If you try to touch her,she will melt away. If you want her, you can never have her. If you already have her, you can never lose her. She – is Hechicera.

Here’s my question to you, my lovely readers.

Who is YOUR Hechicera? Why is she your Hechicera?

Let us see you answer this one. I would like to know who Maya is for all of you out there reading this fantasy story.