Spurthi's Corner

[spurthi]

For those who have known me from Fitness sub-section here, apart from fitness I have few other hobbies too.

Some of them being blogging / writing poetries / music / dance / and few others. The busyness of life sometimes makes me take a back seat on pursuing the hobbies actively, but I do try to sneak and peek here and there to be in touch with these interests.

So this is Spurthi's corner for her to jot down anything that comes to her mind to share.

Comments are MOST welcome!

[spurthi]

Travelling is one of my interests. There is always something interesting to observe and learn when we land up in new place meeting new people. I have travelled alone too many times before, but the equation changed entirely when "my family" came into picture.

This was supposed to be a day and half trip at a short distance of about 3 hours drive from where we reside. So what big deal? But it really was a big deal. My two little monstrous kids had made me wish 'n' number of times - 'Oh god! Please let me get a break for a day or two?' It looked like god had granted the wish, but aaah....now I don't want it.

It was hard! Very hard! I told my 5 years old daughter on the way back from school and immediately she pleaded me to cancel it in her almost crying voice. Apart from my 5 year old I had to leave my 2 year old also in the custody of dad's care for 2 days.

With lot of emotional discomfort as I stepped into the vehicle, my younger one started crying. Much unlike the way she usually says 'bye' whenever he sees me going out. The event for which we had this trip was good and informative but my mind was definitely back at home. No wonder it is said - "distance makes heart grow fonder"!

I was pondering - why is it that woman are so emotional by nature? Is that what makes it easy for women to nurture? How many women have quit the well to do jobs caught up between this nature and nurture? Hmmm.... I could not come to any conclusion and just thought by next trip I may be in better mood to enjoy such short trips better.

Because of this trip I was able to meet very good family friends. Had a very good dinner at Cheese Cake Factory, one place where the vegetarian food options were in plenty and very tasty too. Needless to say 'Cheese Cake' was the highlight of the place.

Kids were good and asked for me few times. They were overjoyed to see me back with the promised surprise chocolates that I was supposed to get. My daughter had taken my picture and told me that she saw my photo in the school once. She actually handed over to me a sheet on which she had written -

'I will go to my home and give my mom a hug and lissin to my mother and be nice to my mom.' I was so touched reading this.

Hmmm....distance definitely makes heart grow fonder! Now I go a bit easy in wishing what I want. ;-)

[iplrocks]

Wonderful ! Keep sharing your experiences like this.

[spurthi]

No, there is no typo. You are reading it right! Title is 'Akshay Sink'!

It was Easter Sunday late evening. I opened the door of the Dryer and started moving the clothes from Washer to Dryer. As I picked each cloth and spread it before shifting I looked at the other basket containing the pile of freshly washed and dried clothes. Hmmm....Dhobi Ghat! Aaah...no...not a nice name.

It is no where close to "Akshay Sink". No, I am no big fan of Akshay Kumar or Akshay Khanna. It was the grand name I had coined for our Kitchen Sink which always used to get filled up with utensils how many every times we empty it. My mom had laughed hard when I had asked her first time - 'How is Akshay Sink'?

As I continued shifting one cloth after other, my mind raced back to Bangalore. We were new then and not very familiar with the new place yet. Our neighbor had helped us find a maid. Probably her stint was mostly for a week. Her untidy work did not make her last for long. Then on it was mostly mom and me doing all household work. My mom was really blessed to have daughter like me. No boasting! Seriously, I used to think....'oh, I have only "one" mother! Let me take good care of her.' And with these peculiar sentiments I used to help her with cleaning the big compound we had, putting Rangoli, post dinner helping her clean the kitchen. And now that maid was not there, I would help her with utensils and washing too. During my last visit to India when I saw few big kids fighting and being reluctant to help their mom, I had cast an angry look at my mom for her letting me do so much. But in mind I was glad she had not stopped me.

Anyways...back to Akhsay Sink business. My mom would clean all the utensils and in next few minutes at least few things would be there again. Then after sometime I would clear them and few minutes later again there would be some. Why is it that utensils seem to get generated in this sink? Yes, that is how the name "Akshay" sink was coined. "Akshay" means "inexhaustible".

From there my mind raced back to those days when I would shout 'bye' and run from the front door. And as my mom would come behind me to tell not to go and play in the hot afternoon, I would quietly and stealthily step inside from the back door and hide under the cot. I would sit there for quite sometime and once my mom is back and working on her chores I would make weird scary sounds and make her look for me. Being skinny then I used to find variety of places to squeeze in myself to hide.

I remember once I insisted my mom that I would cut the vegetables and guess which one I had picked - Onions! As I started cutting my eyes got filled up and just then my dad stepped inside kitchen. Will I let go this opportunity? I sniffed and sniffed in crying voice. Dad asked – “what happened”? I said in my crying voice - "Mom forced me to cut vegetables". Dad marched like a angry lion to mom and yelled at her - "What do you think of my daughter? Are you step mother to treat her like this?" My mom who had no clues what he was talking about looked so puzzled. I who was standing quietly behind the door could hold my laughter no longer and burst out. I used to love getting my mom into trouble. Actually I never treated her like my mother. To me she was like a kid, a fellow friend at whom I could yell, fight, and play pranks. Luckily she was not strict like dad; else I don't know where I and my brother would have landed up. And surprisingly my kids treat me the same. But I am lot more strict than my mom at times.

As I continued taking out that little banian and pajamas, I thought what a relaxed wonderful long weekend it was. I look again at the pile of clothes in the basket and the ones going into dryer, and I think with a sweet smile - That's ok! They can wait.

And as I was closing the dryer door, again it occurred 'Akshay Sink' was a cool name, Dhobi Ghat isn't! Hmmm… I got to find some other impressive name for the pile of clothes in the basket.