Friday, November 21, 2014

My Facebook Woes

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Facebook – A lovely place where I can connect with my family, friends and all others I may wish to connect with. We can share photographs and keep each other updated. At least that is what I thought it was all about initially until I experienced certain other things that started irritating me and it got to such a point that I decided to write a post on it and rant !

The “Poke” tab. I truly wonder what purpose it serves and why do people feel the need to use it. I don’t know about others but I hate being poked. It puts me off and it is simply not acceptable to me.


The “Like” tab. Ok I do use the tab when I really like something or photographs my family or friends post. But I have an issue with people who send private messages complaining about how I forgot to like each and every thing they post. And yes, let us not forget those who post their own pictures and are the first one to like them too..I mean..if you have posted a picture of yours you must have liked it to post it in the first place right ? Liking your own picture is the height of desperation.



The posts that ask me to repost. People, I love my Dad, Mom, Husband, Children and all my family. I have full faith in my religion. Do not post pictures of various gods or about family and ask me to repost them with words like “let’s see who loves them enough to repost this” or photographs of terminally ill people with messages like "like this picture to save his/her life" blah blah..seriously..it is extremely irritating.

Tagging. Do not tag me along with 50 other people in photographs that have nothing to do with me. Trust me..Everything you post is automatically visible on my timeline..You do not need to tag me in all the nature/religious/political/cartoon etc. etc. pictures that you post.

I enjoy using Facebook. I truly do..and I do not mean to be rude to anyone..but.. but..it is my humble request to people..do not poke me, ask me to repost stuff that is not important etc.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Candy Floss Man (Budhhi Ke Baal Wala)

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While I was out this afternoon, I saw a lone man on the footpath trying to sell candy floss. He would call out every time a child walked by, he would try to get the child’s attention but alas..not a single child stopped or even glanced his way. Most children preferred going to the big shop nearby. I saw one walk out with a packet of Choco pie and yet another with a packet of Lays chips. One child who did look at the candy floss seller was pulled away by his mother who muttered “it is not healthy !”

I remembered my childhood. I remembered a similar candy floss seller (or rather the “buddhi ke baal wala” as we called him) who would come to our street ringing a bell that he held in his hand, and all my cousins and I would wait eagerly for him. For us it was a great treat. I remember how instead of cold drinks, our mothers would serve Rooh Afza..sometimes mixed with cold water and if you’re lucky, an ice cube or two (yes a house with a fridge and ice was considered wealthy, neighbors coming around for ice was routine), and sometimes mixed with cold milk. And yes, the occasional “Gold Spot” (wonder if it is still available in the markets today..).

 The Lays, the Kurkures, The Choco Pies and the Pringles are all good for sure but sometimes my heart still yearns for the Budhhi ke baal, the kulfis and the simplicity of my childhood that seems to have died in today’s modern world.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Aayushi My Grandchild


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A charming irresistible smile
And a voice like honey so sweet
Soft small pretty hands
And tiny lovely feet

Mom says “she’s my darling”
Papa says “she’s daddy’s girl”
Nanu says “hey she’s mine”
But Mimi knows she is hers

She is like the sunshine
Warm, bright and clear
Her dimpled sunny laugh
Brings such joy and cheer

The stories she and I share
Each and every night
The cuddling and cozying
And the hugging so tight

In this life of mine
She plays a special part
Spreads happiness all around me
And fills love in my heart