What’s in a Name?

I wrote this last evening.Everyone in the house seemingly irritated with me.I,the gloomy maiden then proceeded to weep and think profound thoughts(all rubbish!Don't tell me I didn't tell you.).And this is what was produced at the end of that session...

I'm sitting by the window, watching life go on outside...the old bai off to work at yet another rich house, the pani-puri wala opposite my building setting up his shop.

Trying to think thoughts worthy of my blog's name...no such luck.

Sifting through the solemn and sordid stuff floating in my mind trying to find the best to make it to my page. I'm too melancholy, nothing will do...I stare at the road again.

Triple seater scooters and hulky-bulky bikes with equally bulky riders all zooming away...far off in the distance I can see the crowded junction.

Pale wisps of cloud floating in sky...how it would feel to float away on one I wonder.

“EDI! IVIDE VA!” I hear someone in the house call me, derailing my train of thought, jerking me away from my daydreams, again and again and again incessantly like a baby whose diaper is full...and when I reach the source I hear the same disappointed tone of speech, the same you-know-I-don’t-believe-you stare.

My Siblings. To love and hate at the same time.

My Parents. Not very different,''You need to learn to knuckle down a bit young lady''. More orders...my name again...loud and harsh...repeatedly.

No wonder most people hate the sound of their own name by the time they've grown....it’s the one thing that belongs to me that other people use more...enraged parents. Powerful principals. Foolish friends. Silly siblings. Brutish bosses. Bad-tempered teachers.

How will I like my name when people use it so harshly, to lash out at me? To make me feel ashamed. And when there is something good to say they use pet names. Sugar. Honey. Darling.

What’s in a name - the most popular of all the name quotes...everything is in a name. The dust of the earth.The stars in the sky.

God calls everything by name. Dust. Stars. birds. You and me.

God. The one from whom I’ll hear my name, spoken with love and care and tenderness.

In dulcet tones, I don’t know what that is supposed to mean in a dictionary...I just like the sound of the word. Dulcet. Like velvet...wrapping itself around every syllable. Loving...like a mother’s cuddle or a silk sheet on a mattress.

Talitha...my name(you didn't think I'd tell you the real one did you?!). Spoken with love by the one who created love.

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Sleeping Beauty's Terrace Tales

There really is something to be said about afto-evening naps...you know the ones that start from 5 pm and go on until 6.30 or 7 pm. The time when most people have their music blaring, and you wake up to Akon's We Don’t Care or Beautiful.

When I see you

I run out of words to say (oh oh) 

I wouldn't leave you

'Cause you're that type of girl to make me stay (oh oh)

You're so beautiful

So damn beautiful

Said you're so beautiful

So damn beautiful

I got a little worried about my little brother yell-singing

(Oh, oh)

People are watching, but we don't care,

the way I am touching your body

 ‘Cause we don't care, see you droppin' and poppin’

(You know the rest...!)

But I decided to let it go (For the time being as the poor guy doesn't know what he’s singing.)

As for me, miss sleeping-beauty in my sweaty loose tee(it’s really hot here), I just stretched myself all luxuriously and acted my part, i.e., play-acted being the skinny blonde the guy is dying for!

(Un)S**y leg cross-uncross---check, saucy (more like ketchup-y!) eyebrow cocking---check, all-of-you-are-worms-expression---check...but it was fun!

It’s a bit disorienting actually; waking up...you’re not sure whether you ought to go back to sleep or wake up so early!

Sometimes the sunset here is so pretty at this time...I go to my terrace to watch it.

My terrace - My window to Heaven!

Wait here’s a picture.

                                                                            

Stairway to the Sky!

My place of solitude, of introspection or just somewhere I get away from it all.

Away from the stuffy heat inside the house,

Away from boxed-in homes that don’t let in light, love, and openness and hold in all the darkness, sorrow, grudges and pettiness of the people inside and foster maliciousness and evil.

I come to this place to clear my head, walk around, stretch myself, do some wacky dance(which would probably make me die in embarrassment if anybody saw),listen to music and daydream and yes, to put the clothes out(marriage training ghar ka kaam...I like doing it so no matter)

You see so many things when you are apart from other people (i.e. with nobody to keep chattering to.)

Babies crawling around...my neighbour baby girl and the baby boy from below are good friends. I remember this time when they both were at the crawling stage....baby girl found a bit of confetti and baby boy wanted it too, so he bit her butt to try and get it...to no avail!

They've both grown now but she’s still pretty stubborn...one good thing about growing up or I shudder to think about what some people would do!

Committee meetings - My society is really big about these so we have an old men committee, old women committee,  gossipy-mothers committee and a teenage committee(all flirting and crushing hard amid the innocent sounding conversations!)

Then I can see the main road too...passing cars, buses and bikes all going to their various destinations, cool-boy and girl gangs hanging out and  eating chaat,roadside romances: exchanging numbers and painfully farewell-ing each other, the hipsters with the loose dhoti jeans and humongous headphones, little kids excited about the Rs. 10  they have!

Observing sometimes laughing along them....

Another thing is the smells....you sometimes have chicken biriyani or korma, sometimes fish, sometimes floral perfume when the girl downstairs is going out and sometimes cologne(Question: Why do guys prefer squirting the stuff when they’re at college?? At least the behaviourally retarded set at my college...they’ll squirt some really heavily scented stuff right in front of the girl’s row and parade by as though we’re all going to wrap ourselves around them...puh-lease...Axe ads do not work in reality (all this excluding the gentlemen who might know me from college and are reading this of course!)

And otherwise you have the not so enticing (not at all actually) smells of toilets...you see we have the smell chimneys (don’t know what they're called) coming out from every toilet to the terrace. But so long as you’re not sniffing around in their vicinity or poking your nose in them (I know, I know...I'm gross), its fine!

That apart,

The society is planning to put asbestos sheets atop the terrace (in essence blocking sunrays to reduce the heat) but I've been praying for that not to happen...my only place of solace and comfort gone.

I get some of my best ideas when I'm here...My hidey-hole.

It can be scary if you look down but being the daredevil (LOL) I am, I got on the dish roof one day to get wet in the rain...another lovely experience. I wore a windcheater and had earphones on...music blaring, getting soaked and feeling like you're queen of everything...exhilarating stuff!

But for now, about waking up.

Another beautiful wakeup call I had was to the theme of The Chronicles of Narnia. That was something more poignant(love this word!)...more heartbreaking...I felt like I was a princess going away.

Couldn't post this yesterday and in a different mood...

I'm Chasing the Sun now!