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"Lower Parel?" I asked the cab driver rather expectantly. Unable to articulate his ‘Yes’ because of the mouthful of red liquid filled dripping from the corners of his lips, he simply nodded and ignited the engine.

I sat in, coaxing myself for being late once again.

Few minutes later, the cab reached at Curry Road Station Bridge. As usual, the bridge was looking like a river flooded by vehicles. Other cabbies were trying to make a move from the extreme left, sustaining (ignoring) the stinky stares of the passerby. Lucky bikers were finding their ways easily from the sides too.

I sat impatiently, worrying about the work that was waiting for me for the day.
A Corolla was standing in front of our cab, which was blocking half of our way, so our driver didn’t even bother to start the engine for any feeble attempt of escape.

The driver insipidly spat on the road; just when I heard somebody abuse. I turned and saw a biker trying stopped parallel to our cab, shouting at my cab driver, and

“It's motherfuckers like you who make Mumbai dirty!” The guy was really fuming with anger. It felt like he’ll punch the driver hard on his mouth so that he wouldn’t be able to spit next time.

But, the driver’s luck was on his side today. The traffic started moving. Without wasting a moment, he started off the cab and escaped his death.
The guy also kicked his bike, came ahead of our cab and showed a middle finger in the air. (I don’t know whether the cabwallah has connoted it, but it surely made me laugh!)

I looked at his figure racing against the wind, and smiled thinking; still there are a few people left who get agitated seeing somebody make his city dirty!

Silly Grocery Girl

I guess it’s a kind of silly thing to share it on my blog. But yeah, I have to admit this fact publicly – I am terrible when it comes to grocery shopping.

No! Please don’t think that I am abnormal. Shopping is one of my passions! Like every other ‘normal’ girl, I like to spend hours at High street Phoenix, I like to indulge into never-ending bargain debates with street vendors at Colaba Causeway or Hill Road, I do go crazy with the feeling that comes when my legs cramp after walking through Linking Road lanes to find that correct piece of earring or balancing those huge shopping bags while dodging the crowd; but when it comes to grocery shopping, I just lose all my shopping skills and act like a moron!

Don’t believe me? Okay then beat this!

1. Mum asks me to go to the market to buy ½ a kg Bhendi, ½ a Kg brinjals, J&J shampoo, oil and soap. I go down. I shop for the veggies first, and then go to the closest chemist shop. “J&J oil, shampoo and powder… no no... give me a soap”, I say. The guy gives me three products. I am busy checking the expiry date, when the guy shoves the last product in my bag. I count – one, two, and three – I see exactly three products lying in my bag. I pay him and off I go, thinking about how cleverly I did my shopping. I come home and proudly show everything to mum – bhendi, brinjal, shampoo, oil, powder!!! HUH!! Powder!! How on earth did this powder come in my bag? I had asked for a bloody soap! And then I realized that that duffer chemist shoved a powder can in my bag. Such an idiot! I feel like going to him and cursing him, but then I think I am equally responsible for this goof-up, when my Mum says, “Such a moron you are! Even a school kid can do better shopping than you!”

2. Mum asks me to get rice. She says, “We usually buy the one that is for 27 or 28 Rs. per kg.” I listen to all her instructions very attentively. I go to the grocery shop and try to find out the 27 Rs. per kg one. But unfortunately, that one is out of stock. So, I check the other one – the one that costs 28 Rs. per kg, and I find it too! I quickly place my order, and within 5 minutes I am out of the shop. I go home and hand over the bag to Mum. Just within 5 seconds a loud scream comes out of the kitchen – “Priyanka, what’s wrong with you? This rice is full of black grains.” I check myself, and I see tiny black stones, mixed with the white rice, making a nice high-contrast picture.

I wonder how this happens. When it comes to shopping for clothes, I am very particular. Then why does it happen to me when it comes to grocery shopping.

Is it just because I am not interested in grocery (at least at this stage of life)... or like Mum says, is it just my silliness?

Enough is enough!!!

Recently I have observed that a lot of bloggers in my blog-list have not uploaded any new posts since a year or so. And then I realised, "Hey! I am not any different too!"

How many times in a week do I upload a new post? It's not like I don't feel like writing, or there's nothing interesting (or uninteresting) that's happening in my life. But, I just don't take time out of my so-called busy schedule to open a Word Doc and key-down (originated from pen-down) my thoughts. I have so much to write about in my mind, but I give lame excuses to myself. Haa... so much for my love for writing!

Enough is enough! I won't let my 'thought-provoking thoughts' to wither on the vine. I am going to write, write, write... and still write more!

P.S: That doesn't mean you would get a post a day, but at least I'll see to it that I am not wasting some megabyes of cyber space with my good-for-nothing blog! :)

The Death of a Dog

Out of the blue, he came on the third floor,
He didn't know where to go, as he stood in front of a closed door.

We shooed and shooed and shooed him away,
But the little ugly creature couldn't see the stairway.

We got fed up and so did he,
and hence he tried to jump off the balcony.

He took the shortcut and finally managed to jump.
I closed my eyes, all I could here was... THUD!

We called the Vet Hospital, and they took him away.
As the poor soul was crying out of dismay.

Next morning, the phone rang when I was still in my bed
And I heard a voice saying, "Sorry The Dog is Dead!"



Poor soul...
RIP!