Why Viji was caught with a cup of hot Chocolate in her hand?

After 30 years of loyal, addicted, unbriddled love towards caffeine, I decided to quit.  Asusual the divorce process is messy and both of us desperately want to get out of each others hair.  Yeah! I still reach out for my coffee mug in the mornings, the same way I reach out to my husband.  The withdrawal symptoms are really bad.  I hate it when Sure fills his HUGE mug full of coffee and wickedly take a sip at it.

Now that, I made this decision, in a day I recieve atleast 5 invites to have coffee and I had to sit and grind my teeth, while my friends have coffee.  I suffer the most when I get an attack of migraine.  Yesterday, I had one and that's when I was caught with a cup of hot Chocolate in my hand.

I hate the mornings, when I brush my teeth and my tongue screams and demands for a cup of coffee. It feels like a mug of coffee with no foam, It feels like coffee without sugar, It feels like coffee with out milk and cream, It feels like the morning with out the sound of coffee brewing in my coffee maker, It feels like waking up without the smell of coffee hitting my nose. It's feels like a crucial word missing in a sentence.

So, Friends try to be compassionate, when you find me with a cup of chocolate or a cup of milk.

I planned to take this a step further and decided to write this post. My own way of announcing to this world that I'm quitting coffee.  If you still find me with a cup of coffee in my hand, you are free to call me foul names or you can grab the cup and shove it on my face, or you can drink the coffee yourself or you can leave me alone with my cuppa.

Thanks for the read!

Moral: Don't announce that you are quitting coffee. Try to keep it within yourself. That way if you are caught with an odd cup, people won't raise their eyebrows at you.

Gypsy

Day faded and stars set to glow,
I started to walk, as music begun to flow.
Saw a maid, dressed in black
Her thoughts awake and hips swayed.

She called herself a gypsy of no land,
And love to wander from land to land.
She pined to catch the stars from above
And danced and wiggled her hip around.

I stood at a distance and watched her moves,
It was fascinating to watch her croon.
Like a pea hen, she was colorfully dressed,
Beads and flowers decked her neck.

Every sway and every move of her,
Beckoned her love, to reach for her.
She closed her eyes and hugged her breasts,
Called out to her lover, to ease her fret.

Her arms moved from side to side,
Looked like a snake, glittering and bright.
She ran, stopped and then walked to the spot,
Crying out his name to the world all fraught.

She danced and danced with all her might,
And then, she dropped to her knees and cried.
Her voice filled with pain and pleasure,
Moaned and cursed and wished for her treasure.

Pity her lover was not present,
To hear her moan for his presence.
I stood rooted and did nothing,
An unwanted visitor, but who stole the moment.

Who is better?

A wife's dream on her man:

1. Husband who is an early riser and love to start the day by brewing strong coffee. 
2. Who insists on his wife resting at least till 8 AM in the morning.
3. Who love to make breakfast for the kids, run their bath and help them getting ready to school.
4. Who rush to the bed, kisses his wife on her forehead and tell her, "You look gorgeous love with you hair all mussed up and I don't have the heart to wake you. I had made your breakfast and also prepared a cold lunch for you. Enjoy your breakfast and lunch :) and don't bother about laundry or doing vessels, I will tackle with that in the evening.
5. "Hey! forgot to tell you, I remembered to rent those DVD's you were asking for, watch the films."
6. "I am leaving my car, sweetheart! you wanted to meet your friends, didn't you?"
7. "I love you, Babe! It's this time 3 years back, I proposed to you and time flies ain't it? It's as if yesterday, since I confessed my love to you... look what I've got for you?"
8. "Wish I had met you early, that way I would have been fortunate to have had more years with you."

How men's mind works overtime:

1. "I need my caffeine, before she wakes up and start nagging me."
2. "Oh! god, let her not wake up so soon... let her sleep for a while."
3. "I'd rather make breakfast and get the kids ready to school, than her ranting incessantly about her best friend's engagement ring"
4. "It's getting late for the movie and my new secretary will be pissed. Let me offer to help my darling wife and get the hell out of here ASAP. I can always have the excuse to do the dishes and washing and have some peace in the evening."
5. "These flicks, would make her cry and blow her nose and at the end of it, she will be tired and go to sleep." 
6. "There is very less gas in the car, hope she remembers to fill it."
7. "I've done my deed for my day. Moms are dears. Thank you, Mom! for reminding me about the day of my engagement. I am in her good books again." 
8. "Wish I met you early, that way I can blame my age for not remembering occasions and escape your wrath."

Statutory warning:

Men or Women are not always calculative, cynical, closed or dull headed.  They are at times clever, witty and intelligent. They do strange things when they are bored or in rebellious moods and they revel in such moments and those moments keep them going. Ah! and obviously they take turns. Isn't it boring to have intelligent conversations all the time?

Transplant :-)

Have you ever felt tears rushing to your eyes, when you look at the white board marked with zig zag statistics in black, blue and red markers?

It happened to me yesterday. I along with my team are relocating from our corporate office at city to our Global innovation center located at Siruseri. (little far away from the city.)

I had been with my current organization for the past 5 years and got emotionally attached to our work place. When Men think with their brains, women has the tendency to think with their hearts too. That's the reason we bear with men's restlessness and impatience and wait for miracles to happen.

My city office is located in the heart of city and carries "Google" atmosphere (roaches, rats, termites, we even had a Dog, who was called Mani, a fat ole Dog, who died of over eating).  There's our neighbour's kid who saunters in as if she owns the place (She charms our security, and you can find her with guest access card around her neck, all the time) and all of us stop to work for few minutes and lift the child and listen to her, lisping our names . We don't really mind, if our chair's arm-rest looks as if it was chewed by a rat (sorry! there's no "as if" to it) .

It's within the reach of our homes and in case of emergencies we can commute easily. My son's school is just a "a stone's throw away", from our office and is handy when

1. My son has a wheezing attack
2. If he picks a fight with his fellow classmates and I am summoned to the principal's office. Here, I am forced to hear one long hour of advice/sermon, while my son and his classmates, who were rolling on the floor fighting sometime back, stood at the office, with their hands folded at their backs, stifling their giggles. I wonder, why the hell was I given this advice, when it was the kids who were at fault. My only thought would be, when the sermon would be over and I can get back to my office and resume work. People call me workaholic.
3. Wonder never ceases to exist, when I was called by his games teacher to meet him as he wore a white sport shoe instead of the white canvas shoe. (Whenever I try to set him straight, he always comes up with new mistakes and I should say I've lost count)
4. When he has a fight with his Van driver in the morning, he makes sure to hide himself in the library and misses the van and calls me to pick him from his School.

As, I list Ani's tantrums, I now realise, why his principal adviced parents.  It is simple, Kids don't pay heed to them and they don't give a damn to us too.  Instead of we going and blaming the school, they take the lead. That's a wonderful business tactics ain't it? May be I should take a lesson or two from them. I want to add one thing here, Ani got a distinction this time and I don't have a clue, when he studies.  All the time he is in his Facebook or watching Naruto....(No thanks to you, MANOJ! I heard from Ani that you were the one, who told him, that every Thursday a new episode gets released and gave him the link where it can be viewed.)

Now when I think aloud, those "tears rushing" to my eyes, should have been the "Tears of happiness". No more meetings with his Principal or his secretary or his class teacher. Maybe, if I am not available, Ani will behave in a responsible way.  But I've heard the same story, from most of my friends, who has a teenage kid and my Facebook has so many sob stories, I have started to feel that Ani is an angel.  Atleast he does not call me to settle his differences with his girl friend. So far, so Good.  He has loads of friends in his Facebook account. He gets weird invitations and I got one such invite and the content went like this! "Aunty, please accept my friend request. I am An's (short form for Ani, I assume) friend and I am the only person who calls him An." I had to accept, coz I don't want to be in her bad books.  What if she becomes my daughter-in-law one day?

I want to add one more thing we enjoyed in our office.  There is one Chai wala (a vendor who travels on his tricycle and sells us Tea, Coffee and goodies). Let me describe him. He is a Muslim, we call him "Tea Thatha" ( "thatha" means grandpa in Tamil). A wonderful man, with the sweetest smile, I had ever seen.  He remembers our name, even if one person is missing, he will ask after that one. There is one huge Aluminium box atop the tricycle, where he has all the supplies, even those which you can't find in a super market. He has everything under the Sun, you ask him something, he will never say "No". He will whisk it from inside and present it with a flourish. Even if he doesn't have it, he will give you something else and who can say "No" to that charmer. Guys love him too, as they get Cigarettes and I have heard that Cigarettes tastes like "Sin", with a cup of Coffee or Tea. "Oh! damn" tears again. I will miss my "Tea thatha", who fondly calls me "Viji madam".  He refused to take money yesterday, said it is his treat.

Yeshwa, our security is a god father to all of us.  He filters every visitor and saves lots of our time.  He joins during our lunch hour and had never asked for a loan. I would miss Yeshwa, who also couples as my secretary. Sure loves to have a chat with him, whenever he visits my office to pick me and that is almost every day.

Yeah, last but not least Sure, who patiently waits at the gate of my office to pick me everyday.  It will so happen, the moment he texts me "Come", I will receive a call and it goes for an hour.  More than me he will miss that chat with Yeshwa. And, I would miss those monosyllabic text messages like "time" ("What time should I come?"), "Come" ("Come out" ), "Fast" ("Come fast") and missed calls from him.

My friends and fellow colleagues at my city office, we won't miss each other much because they frequently travel to Siruseri.

Hope you guys feel bad about our relocation too...No, No! TRANSPLANT, it's as if we are forcibly being rooted out, as you are forced to read this article of mine.  Kudos! to your patience and Kudos! to me for the most disoriented and emotion packed melodramatic write up :)

All said and done, I am looking forward for my first day at our main office and that is Monday, as there are loads of handsome hunks sitting over there and walking the corridors :D

I just can't wait for Monday! Wish me guys! Hope I still have my charm intact!

Throes of a chronic loser

Nothing is perfect.
The moon has shadows,
Sun shines too hard
Flowers looking divine, smells rot.

There is a head and tail,
Hidden inside every flipped coin.
Failures hidden behind every success.
Where success exists but just for a second.

I got a glimpse of the gorgeous dress,
Beautifully stitched, the way I wished.
I extended my hands to feel the texture,
And its just a dream that can't be captured.

I chose to walk the path of Chronic losers,
The land of self inflicted pains,
Where, I listened to more throes and woes.
Tired, gazed back, and started to retrace my steps.

A Boy, A Girl, A Fight

You got some serious explaining to do,

On why your brain over work like a shrew.

I told you that I'd be out for the day,

And you assumed that I've chucked you out of my way.



It was a surprise to see your face,

All puffed up and no smile under trace.

I wanna hug you and gather you close,

You stepped back and said adiós.



Wondering, what could be the reason,

While you kept staring, like an owl at prowling season.

Tell me why? Is your anger right?

What did I do now? you look as if you'd bite.



I don't know whether to laugh or cry,

When you began to explain with crossed eye.

So, you saw me with a girl in your dream

And you feel that you have the right to scream?



You stand there still, your lips wobbling

That was a funny pose you holding

And I am forcing myself not to rush to you

To ask after that girl, who threw your stance askew.

VIOLENT whispers

Am waiting at the other end of the table
Wondering what you are thinking about
I could hear your whispers
Reaching me, seeking me out.

Tumultuous whispers passing heads
Singled me and seem to say
"You are more to me, than I would admit
Come with me and let's make music."

Thrown off guard, I looked at you
Your slanted smile, said aloud
"You heard me right, come to me,
Let's take a walk along the Shaded trees."

A part of me rose from the chair
Another part stayed back
Whenever I looked at you
You were looking at me.
And, should I say, I often looked your way?

It's strange that I had never
Heard you speak
Yet your voice throbbed
Inside me.

I felt a shiver, when your whispered
Entered every pore of mine
I was staggered at the way
Every thirsty pore, absorbed with might.

Your smile seemed to widen,
As I struggled to keep a cool posture.
My skin started to breathe your fragrance in
And the raised goose bumps, bringing chill.

We ran in the midst of tall green grasses
Your hands stretched to gather me to your side
I knew your trick and fought harder
The more I fought, the more I pined
For you to catch me and hold me to your side.

You stopped chasing
And I turned to your side
Started to walk, my hands tied
I knew my fate lie on your hands.

Take me as a prisoner
Or make me your queen
Trust me; I am a witch
Gives as good as I seek...

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