A Purse Full of Love

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Bala called herself ‘BPO Babe’. The reason: she worked with the Amazon call center in Pune. There were three of them in the flat: Bala, her brother Venkatesh and his wife Ramya. Their parents were no longer alive. Venkatesh was a software professional while Ramya was a homemaker. She didn’t like Bala very much and often, Venkatesh would come home to their never-ending arguments. Ramya was selfish by nature and disliked Bala staying with them in their 1 BHK. There’s no privacy at all.. And Venky is more bothered about her than me, she thought. For some days now, she had been thinking about ways to get rid of Bala, and marriage was the best excuse to get rid of her once and for all.
That night, after they had made love, Ramya said, ‘Venky, listen to me…It’s time we got Bala married. She’s been working for three years now. And it was your parents’ last wish to see her married.’ Though Venkatesh was sleepy, he heard what Ramya had said. Hmm…. must do something about it, he thought.

The next day, he got an advertisement inserted into The Times which read: ‘Looking for a Tamil Brahmin boy for beautiful girl, height 5’6”. Must be well-educated, financially sound. Contact:9876543210’.  

It can be said that Badri was the one Bala was destined for. He worked with Bank of America, owned a bungalow in one of the posh localities in Pune, had a Skoda and maintained a high standard of living. He lived with his widowed mother. 

When he came to their apartment to see Bala, he just couldn’t take his eyes off her. She had almond shaped eyes, a small nose, full lips and a figure shaped like an hourglass. She was also fair, unlike most Tamilians. Then and there he decided that he would make her his wife. Venkatesh asked whether Bala could continue working even after marriage. Badri answered in the affirmative and said that his mother wouldn’t stop her daughter-in-law from going to work as both mother and son were quite modern.

Her brother liked Badri and Ramya was overjoyed. Preparations for the wedding began in full swing. 

Soon, the day arrived. Bala and Badri sat behind the sacred fire, doing all that the priest told them to do. Badri tied three knots of the taali around her neck. Finally, she was his. Venkatesh blessed her and said, ‘Bala, you’re no longer a girl. You’ve turned into a married woman. Take care of Badri and his mother. May God bless you.’ Bala replied, ‘Thank you Anna,’ and they both bent to touch his feet.

As Bala entered their spacious room with a tumbler of milk, she felt nervous imagining what was in store for her. What sort of a person is Badri? she thought. Will he be aggressive in his love-making? Will I be able to lead a happy life with him? One look at his kind eyes, sensual mouth, curly hair and the way he stood tall, clad in a white shirt and white dhoti set her fears at rest. 

‘Come here, my love,’ he said. She obeyed him and came closer. His arms held her in a tight embrace. Slowly, they moved to her waist and his palms felt her smooth skin. Bala felt shy and averted her gaze from his face. He lifted her chin up and said huskily, ‘Bala, I promise to give you a life full of happiness and satisfaction. You can trust me. I’ve been craving for you from the time I laid my eyes on your enticing body. I want you.’ And they kissed, each feeling the warmth of the other’s lips.

The next morning, Bala woke up early. Badri was still sleeping. As she took a shower, she remembered the touch of his hands the previous night, how he had made love to her in a gentle way. It all felt like a dream. She came out, draped in a sari with water dripping from her long hair. She strode up to him and kissed him on the lips. Badri mumbled dreamily, ‘Mmmm… Come closer..’ ‘Not now, darling. Come on, wake up and have your bath.’ It took a lot of coaxing to get him out of bed. After he had freshened up, he called her and said, ‘Get ready. We’re going for a movie.’ ‘Wait, let me tell Amma.’ ‘I’ll tell her, don’t worry. You get ready quickly, I’m waiting in the car.’ Bala smiled to herself as he left the room.

They went shopping in the mall and later went for the matinee show. Time had flown so fast, Bala hadn’t even realised. Badri was horny by the time they returned and they made love once again.

Badri had to go to work the next day. Bala woke him up early and she too got dressed as she had managed to get only two days leave for her wedding. Call center jobs are hectic, she thought and sighed. She laid out his favourite shirt, tie and trousers on the bed. He was ready in a few minutes’ time and they both got into the car. He dropped her at the Amazon office and zoomed off. 

Over the months, both of them got to know each other very well. Badri teased her by calling her ‘BPO Babe’ and she, in turn, teased him by calling him ‘Boring Banker’. Coincidentally, both their names started from the alphabet ‘B’. They had a tiny garden of their own and loved gardening. They planted a hibiscus and a mango sapling, the hibiscus symbolising her and the mango symbolising him.

Badri was in a senior position at work and would carry his work laptop home with him. His job was his first priority. Often, he would come home late into the night, drunk. When asked, he would make some excuse that they had a business meeting cum party and if he would say no, he’d come across as being unmanly. Bala often chided him for driving his car in a drunken state but he brushed aside her worries saying nothing would happen to him. It was obvious that the excessive workload was getting him.

Gradually, he began to come home heavily drunk and started beating her with his belt. He used to treat her like a slave and not make eye contact with her. His mother, being an old woman and Badri being her only child, blissfully ignored her son’s behaviour. 

Initially, the old woman had agreed to Bala working in the BPO but now, she didn’t fancy the idea. She created a scene, one day when Badri was at home, on the topic that Bala was not taking adequate care of an old woman like her and that he should tell her to leave her job. Badri’s heart went out to his mother who was sobbing in a corner of the house and sternly ordered Bala to send in her resignation as she didn’t need to earn when her husband was bringing home the money.

Bala’s mother-in-law never let go of an opportunity to abuse her for bringing very little dowry. Bala was fed up of such comments and felt bad and insulted. Her dream of a happy family was crumbling to pieces. Bala had her doubts that her husband was seeing another woman as she once found a condom in his trouser pocket. He never used protection when he was with her. But she feared questioning him lest he beat her up. Badri had also begun to force himself on her. She would lie there, her thoughts far away and let him have his way.

Even though she had been reduced to nothing more than a servant in the day and a free prostitute at night, life had some surprises in store for her. They had been married for 3 years now. When she vomited once, she passed it off as food poisoning. But when it happened a second time, she bought a pregnancy test kit and it showed that she was indeed pregnant. She told her mother-in-law, who smiled on hearing the news. Bala was on cloud nine and eagerly awaited Badri’s arrival. She thought now that she was pregnant, Badri would be happy and give up drinking. 

But, she was in for a shock when Badri was angry at her for becoming pregnant. ‘How did this happen? You know I’m not ready to support a baby right now!’ He was in two minds. It was his baby, after all, he would become a father which was something he had always wanted. However, he feared that he would lose his freedom, it would put a check on his going to the discotheque and he’d have to shoulder the additional responsibility of looking after a child. The baby will keep me occupied when I’m at home, leaving me no time for my recreational activities, he thought. And it happened that his negative self won. He said, ‘Get the baby aborted. We can have children later on.’ 

Bala broke down. She had never imagined that he would say such a thing. Oh, where was her dear Badri who had loved her so much? She felt it was a stranger sitting in her room, on her bed. She corrected herself, her husband’s room and on his bed. Nothing was hers in this house, not even her relations. The memory of how both of them had woken up in bed one morning and seen the sun as it rose from the horizon came to her. She dried her tears and switched off her bedside lamp.

Badri and his mother had a long discussion the next morning. His mother tried to convince him. He was already 32 years of age and he ought to expand his family now. Her ardent wish was to see her grandson before she closed her eyes forever. Bala stood as a silent spectator to the drama. Badri simply couldn’t disagree with his mother and agreed reluctantly to have the baby. Bala said a silent prayer to God.

Her mother-in-law took her to the lady gynaecologist that evening. The doctor checked her and assured them that there was nothing to worry, in fact they were lucky that Bala was going to have twins. She didn’t disclose their sex as it was illegal. Badri’s mother fervently hoped and prayed that it should be both boys or at least a boy and a girl. 

Bala continued doing the household chores as exercise was essential for her babies’ growth. Her mother-in-law’s behaviour  towards her had softened to a great extent. She began to make her eat nutritious foods and never once scolded her.

The due date was near and the old woman was getting anxious. A day before the due date, Bala went into labour and at the stroke of midnight, delivered two chubby and cute girls. 

Badri sat beside her, caressing his babies. His mother couldn’t contain herself and started abusing her for giving birth to two girls who were worthless and a liability. Badri said, ‘Amma, don’t shout. This is a hospital and one of the best ones too. They won’t tolerate you and will tell you to shut up. So say whatever you want when she gets home.’ His mother sealed her mouth and went about looking after Bala grudgingly because Badri had a lot of pending office work and came only in the evenings to visit her.

Bala was discharged after five days and she settled into her new life. She wished to give her daughters the best of everything, love and care of both parents and their grandmother, good education and make them independent and self-reliant.

One day, Badri announced at home that the top authorities at his bank were planning to send him to New York for six months. Hearing this, Bala felt like holding him tight and not letting him go away from her.

It was 9 pm. Badri had to fly to Mumbai and then take the flight to New York. His suitcases were packed. Bala told him to call once he reached New York. ‘Happy journey’, she said. Badri kissed his daughters and looked at both of them lovingly, as if he was seeing them for the last time. He had told Bala to go to sleep and not bother about him, as both of them would start crying if they didn’t spot their mother around. They had grown into one-year olds. And so, she went to bed with a heavy heart.

It was the first thought that came to her as she woke up. He was gone. And, soon, this bedroom, the house in whose eastern corner it sat, and the tiny garden outside with its gnarled old red hibiscus and the half-grown mango tree they had planted together, all those would be gone as well. It was the strangest feeling ever.

She felt as if a part of her was missing. In his absence, the bedroom, house, garden, trees held no importance for her. She was unsure whether Badri had really come to love her children or had shared his mother’s views on the subject. He hadn’t loved them like her. 

When she came down the stairs to her room, she spotted her mother-in-law sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper. She greeted her and made to go to the kitchen when the old woman stopped her and said in a tone of disgust,’ Pack your bags, woman and get lost. I’ve arranged for another Tamil girl living in New York to marry my handsome boy. Did you really think I would feed you and your useless girls even after knowing that you can no longer become a mother again? See those papers on the table? They are divorce papers. Sign them and clear out of my house this instant. Don’t forget to take those curses with you.’

For a minute, Bala couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She stuttered,’ Does Badri know…?’ ‘Of course! He is very kind at heart, maybe that’s why he didn’t tell you. It’s all arranged.’ 

Tears flowed down the young mother’s eyes. Where will I go? I cannot stay for many days with Anna along with my daughters. Oh God, why are you trying me so much? Their birthday falls on Women’s Day, is this their fate? There was no use pleading with her mother-in-law.

Just then, the doorbell rang. On opening the door, Bala stood rooted to the spot. It was him. He had been her colleague in Amazon and her first love. He had had no money then. He asked her why she was crying and she told him. He said to the old woman, ‘Despite being a female, you despise a girl child! You are a curse, not those poor girls! Come with me, Bala. I’ll take care of your daughters. I’m a rich businessman now. Sign the papers and let’s go!’

How Blue is my Sapphire

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As I gaze at the sparkling, iridescent, luminous sapphire set in a ring, adorning my fair ring finger, which reminds of the Indian Ocean, with its cool and calm blue waters, I feel I’m going swirling down, into its depths, those depths which hold priceless treasures of mineral and material wealth, lying deep down on the ocean floor  for aeons. Sometimes I wonder, the same waters that usually seem collected also have the capability to rise up and above due to underwater tremors and shake the world. Just like Indians who stand for the principles of non-violence propounded by the Father of our Nation, Gandhiji but when frustration keeps mounting, it becomes difficult to keep the bubbling anger inside ourselves, and then a volcano erupts.
Nehruji has just ended his heart-rending speech, ‘Tryst with Destiny’, a sentence of which is, “At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom.” Today is 14th August 1947. The clocks in homes, offices, government buildings, all strike twelve. Thousands of Indian patriots have assembled here, in front of the Council of State building. We all hear a booming sound, it goes on for two minutes. It is the conch being blown, heralding the birth of a new nation from its ashes, the way a phoenix obtains a new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor. Likewise, our country has left behind its abominable past to transition into an era where democracy will rule and dictatorship will take a backseat.

The New Dominion of Pakistan has come into being with Muhammad Ali Jinnah as its First Governor-General and Karachi has been made its capital. Indians are not so happy with this partition. Nehruji and other political leaders shudder when they think of the likely economic, social and political implications of the battle between Indians and Pakistanis over Jammu and Kashmir. The British have divided the region of Bengal into East and West Bengal, separating the eastern areas with a Muslim majority from the western areas with a Hindu majority. 

Celebrations in New Delhi began at 11 p.m. with the singing of Vande Mataram meaning “I pray/bow down to thee, Mother” and was followed by speeches by three eminent personalities: Chaudhary Khaliquzaman, Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan and Nehruji. Astrologers have predicted that the auspicious time lies 24 minutes before and after 12:15 a.m., i.e. between 11:51 p.m. and 12:39 a.m. The hands of my watch point to 12:38 a.m.

I, Emma and my husband who is a barrister are walking home. We got married today morning, a British-Indian couple. I love him and his country, with all my heart. I find India fascinating and colourful. Indians are kindliness-personified, especially to British women. People are rejoicing, bursting crackers and distributing sweets. The streets of Delhi and New Delhi are crowded. The public buildings outlined in electric lights cast a tricolour glow on the street. The landscape is dotted with balloons and festoons in colours of orange, white and green. Children are clutching our national flag in their fists and merrily waving it about. The small ones may not understand what this independence means to us, but they are gay nevertheless. 

We reach home. Kitty is fast asleep in her cozy basket. A full stomach lulls us to sleep. She must have killed a rat and had her fill of it. The law of the jungle prevails among humans, as it does among animals. Survival of the fittest. If you have the resources you need to conquer kingdoms and usurp lands, you are seen as powerful by all and can treat men like puppets. If you’re one of the ruled, you have to submit weakly to those lordly powers, without once endeavouring to displease them. Else you’ re a goner.

I am lying on my bed, tired, but sleep doesn’t come to me. Thoughts are flitting around in my head, like butterflies around flowers, the focus being British Raj in India for almost a period of two centuries. 

The East India Company came as traders and slowly, began to establish their empire. They were clever and shrewd and noticed that Indian rulers were fighting amongst themselves and they weren’t united. The decline of the Mughal empire in the first half of the 18th century provided the British with the opportunity to seize a firm foothold in Indian politics. To defeat other rulers, kings often asked the British for help and in return gave them a portion of their kingdom. The moral, ‘United we stand, Divided we fall’ once again proved itself true with respect to Indian history. After the Battle of Plassey in 1757 AD, during which the East India Company’s Indian Army under Robert Clive defeated Siraj-ud-Daula, the Nawab of Bengal, the Company established itself as a major player in Indian affairs, and soon afterwards gained administrative rights over the regions of Bengal, Bihar and Midnapur part of Orissa, following the Battle of Buxar in 1764. After the defeat of Tipu Sultan, most of South India came either under the company’s direct rule, or under its indirect political control as a princely state in a subsidiary alliance. The Company subsequently gained control of regions ruled by the Maratha Empire, after defeating them in a series of wars. Punjab was annexed in 1849. Of course, there was rising discontentment among the Indians. 

The Sepoy Mutiny of 1857 was a large-scale rebellion against the East India Company’s rule. There were many soldiers who were from upper castes and conditions of service then prevailing in the army conflicted with their religious beliefs. They believed they would lose their sanctity if they agreed to travel overseas and that the British were trying to convert them to Christianity. Indian soldiers were paid lower salaries than their British counterparts and their chances of getting promotion and privileges were low. Old royal houses like the Mughals and the Peshwa were not given due respect. The final spark was provided by the rumoured use of cow and pig fat in cartridges. Hindus regarded the cow as sacred and according to Muslims, the pig was a dirty animal. Thus, soldiers of both religions protested vehemently against the use of these cartridges. It was wrong on the part of the British not to pay heed to the religious sentiments of Indian sepoys.  Mangal Pandey was the inspiration behind the revolution. However, the lack of effective organisation among the rebels, coupled with the military superiority of the British brought a rapid end to the rebellion. 

The Governor of Jhansi had signed a treaty with the British, which gave them the power to demand help from the rulers when needed, also their consent was necessary before the next ruler was chosen. One of the Company’s policies was that if a king died heirless, they would assume full control and merge that territory with the British provinces. Rani Lakshmibai had no son of her own. Yet she did not give up so easily and fought till her last breath.

Power is a two-sided coin. It has its pros and cons. You can employ power to do good or bad. India benefitted from the Crown Rule in a few ways. Sati was banned as it was impractical for a wife to sacrifice her living self for the sake of her dead husband. Thousands of elementary and secondary schools were set up which imparted sound education to Indians in English. Missionary schools taught Christianity. Universities were established in Calcutta, Bombay and Madras for students who wished to pursue higher studies. 

Jamsetji Tata was a pioneer who revolutionised the Indian industry. His four dream projects were steel, Institute of Science, power and a grand hotel in India. He thought of innovative solutions to the obstacles created by the British and thus, his dreams were realised even after his death. 

Indians got the gift of railways and telegraphy. The British laid roads, constructed ports and bridges, which are being used even today and will continue to be useful in future. They introduced a vaccine for prevention from smallpox and also improved sanitation.

The bright orange-yellowish sun rises from the horizon. The day is going to be an unusually sunny one, given that it is August, but it seems it won’t rain today, which will lift the spirits of our countrymen. The dawn of a new era ought to be bright, bringing positive changes in its wake. Freedom tastes sweet, coloured by the blood of millions over the ages. 

Innocent, unarmed Indians had been mercilessly massacred in Jallianwala Bagh, they were guilty of assembling peacefully to listen to messages from their leaders who had been deported! Brigadier-General Dyer had opened fire without warning and had gone on firing after the crowd had begun to disperse. It seems he found a sadistic pleasure in seeing innocent Indians lose their lives on the day of their religious New Year. 

The policy of commercialization of agriculture by the British encouraged market oriented production of cash crops such as opium, tea, coffee, sugar, jute and indigo. Indian peasants were forced to grow these cash crops that spoiled the fertility of the land and no other crop could be grown on it. Their ultimate aim was the appropriation of maximum revenue from the Indian peasants. The exaction of exorbitant rents by the government oppressed the peasants heavily. The peasants perpetually remained indebted to the local money-lenders.

The Civil Disobedience movement, Dandi march and Quit India movement sought to openly defy the British rule over India. People who protested were beaten, arrested and put behind bars and were given a treatment not even fit for animals. While extremists resorted to bombing and assassination, moderates like Gandhiji stood for the principle of non-violence. However, the British were not going to leave India. They were here to stay.

The Union of India has come into being with Jawaharlal Nehru assuming the office of First Prime Minister of independent India and Lord Mountbatten staying on as its First Governor-General. It looks as though Lady Mountbatten and Pandit Nehru have taken a liking to each other and Lord Mountbatten is not all affected by their relationship.

 Millions of Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs are relocating across the newly-drawn borders, there are rumours of trains with horribly mutilated dead bodies of migrants having arrived in Punjab. Gandhiji is on a 24 hour fast from yesterday midnight. Unfortunately, he was not present to witness the unfurling of the Indian flag at New Delhi as he is in Calcutta where unrest prevails among the masses, at the same time, people there are also celebrating. The First Cabinet of India has come into being and will start functioning from today.

The day is about to finish and a new day about to take its place. The souls of innumerable patriots will now rest in peace, because their mission has been accomplished. The blood they have shed has not gone in vain. At last, we are free, free from the shackles that bound and restricted us. Every child will now take in its first breath in an independent nation. Now, nobody exists to lord over us. We have to build our own nation, with our hands and minds. We have to make our own decisions and implement them. We must forget our past, it cannot be changed. Destiny is not in our hands. We have suffered what fate had ordained for us and we will suffer no longer. But, we must always keep in mind the sacrifices made by our ancestors and remember them in our prayers, for they have become martyrs. We, the citizens of independent India need to rise and channelize our energies, our ultimate goal being to take our nation to the zenith of glory and prosperity. Along the path, obstacles will present themselves, we have got to overcome them, never once forgetting the age-old adage, ‘United we stand, divided we fall.’

One Indian Girl- review and my thoughts

Radhika weds Brijesh. Mehta family weds Gulati family.A grand destination wedding in Goa Marriot. 

One Indian Girl authored by Chetan Bhagat illustrates a typical Punjabi wedding with a mom’s gender stereotypes, a bit of family drama, ex lovers, a woman’s corporate career and feminism thrown in. 

Radhika is an introvert who has always been good at academics and poor at charming people. Her sister is totally the opposite. Compare a nerd and a stripper. She joins IIMA, bags a job at Goldman Sachs and shifts to New York. 

Once in New York, she gets into a live-in relationship with Debashish Sen(Debu). Meanwhile, her salary goes on increasing and Debu still earns a tenth of what she earns. His male ego cannot tolerate this. His idea of a future wife is a woman who stays at home and looks after his kids. Radhika argues that she can manage both work and home but Debu remains unconvinced. He leaves her life unexpectedly. When Radhika goes to his apartment to make amends, she catches him in bed with a white-skinned girl. 

Radhika applies for a transfer to the bank’s Hong Kong office to get away from Debu and her memories of him. In Hong Kong, she gets involved in an affair with a senior at office, Neel Gupta, twenty years older to her, married and having two kids. At this point in the story, it’s revealed that Radhika’s sun sign is Gemini. 

All’s well between both of them but when Neel makes a statement that he could never imagine her as a mother, Radhika is hurt. There she goes again with her second heartbreak. 

She gets a second transfer to London to get away from Neel. Her mom has been constantly pestering her to get married and so she comes to London to help her daughter search for prospective grooms. After going through numerous profiles and rejecting all of them, she finally selects a Punjabi guy working with Facebook in San Francisco, USA. She talks to him on Skype and their marriage gets fixed. 

Radhika finances her own wedding and flies down to Goa to have a grand destination wedding. Debu and Neel follow her to Goa,apologising for their folly in letting her go and propose to her. 

Radhika is in a fix. Debu is her first love but full of ego and earns less than her. Neel is rich, divorced, handsome but made her feel inferior. She hardly knows Brijesh, dislikes his name and feels rushed into an arranged marriage. 

Finally, she decides, ‘I want to marry noone right now. I want to travel around the world.’ She asserts:’ Why do women have to choose between home and career when men don’t have to choose between career and sex?’

Still on her journey, she goes to San Francisco and meets Brijesh who looks fitter now. They get along quite well. Did she marry him? Or did she get attracted to another guy? All left to you.. jo bhi aap sochna chahe..

Some important conclusions: Gemini women climb up the corporate ladder faster due to their convincing power. They are charming and irresistable. May get attracted to financially stable older men. Have an opinion of their own. Are two faced meaning may exhibit extreme tendencies. Move on in life very quickly after a break-up. Always believe that if not this fish, then another fish(billions of good guys in this world). Quick to find faults and criticise. People realise her worth after she’s gone and there’s no use crying over spilt milk. Loves travelling.

Quote your price, Miss!

In those days in India, parents would not educate their girls or even if they did, girls were only allowed to receive basic education which would help them get by in life. And when they would become of marriageable age, they would be wedded to a suitable groom with a job and preferably, who had at least passed Std. X. The dowry given to the boy’s side would accompany her to her husband’s house. That is, then, men had their pick of the girl they wanted to marry. A prospective groom’s worth increased in direct proportion to his educational qualification and income and standard of living. But slowly, with the changing times, parents began to realise the importance of educating girls and females began taking up jobs which never had been done by a woman before. They began making their mark in different fields. Now, the dilemma that arises is that both men and women are educated: who will be the pride of whose home? Will both be the pride of both homes? To make it simpler, suppose then the girl’s family said, ‘You know my son-in-law is settled abroad. I’m soo proud to have him for a son-in-law!’ So the boy’s side should now  say, ‘My daughter-in-law is the CEO of a big company. I’m so proud to have her for a daughter-in-law!’Or will it be both sides are proud to have both of them? Then why the need for dowry? Dowry was given because it was the price paid to purchase a groom in the matrimonial market. So actually if we go to see, a father doesn’t need to save for his daughter’s dowry. Instead if he invests in her education and helps her grow and become independent and famous, one day a man will say, ‘Sir, she is the best I can get. She will increase the glory of my family.’ And that man’s mother will say to her kitty party friend, ‘Kamla, bad luck she didn’t agree to wed your son. We’ve got her now. She’s the Kohinoor and we are never going to part with her.’

Au(in)ty Acid

I know many women called aunties in India who are my friends’ mothers, neighbours and ex-neighbours. I was wondering the other day, how peculiar some qualities are to these aunties. So, I kinda segregated them into groups, take a look-

•Thinking ill of others aunty

This is that aunty whom we all despise. The gossip-monger aunty, who like Devarishi Narada believes in playing postman, in the process, hating everyone who seems happy. She thinks up new ways to torment her neighbours and others. And when she realises that it’s not affecting you(or at least you don’t show her that it does), it all comes to a halt. Who knows, there may be some aunties practising voodoo or black magic, for that matter.

•Very open about her personal life aunty

This aunty is my personal favourite. I can’t help laughing at the ease with which she shares her personal details with you, either in person or on social media. Once she’d uploaded her wedding photograph as her dp, whereupon I remarked that she was looking quite young then. That was the spark and she commenced, typing how she had been orphaned in her youth and thus, married off by her grandmother before 21. On Facebook, she commented on one of my shares that she hadn’t invited many people to her wedding as all they did was wait for the food and leave with bulging stomachs.

•Making you feel like her family member aunty

Ah, an innocent, down-to-earth aunty. One of my friends’ mother. I have gone on long walks with her, have been invited a couple of times to her home and have shared quite a good rapport with her. I was so frank once, she asked me whether I would prefer tea to milk, and I said, “Yes, surely, but not now, later.” The way I would talk to my Mom.

•Idolising you aunty

This aunty is the one who admires you greatly for what makes you and urges her kids to follow the same, in my case: reading books. She asserted that the habit of reading ought to be developed by every person from a young age itself. And surprisingly, her kids too, agreed with her.

•Dual minded aunty

Madam seems to be always in two minds. She cannot for her life come to a definite decision upon a matter at hand. She tells herself something and ends up doing something else.

•Talkative aunty

Such aunties are the pride of any gathering, be it birthday, marriage anniversery, anything. We may cease to hear what she’s saying but poor soul wouldn’t exert control over her tongue. Their absence would turn a joyous occasion into a miserable one. Difficult to escape this aunty.

•Reserved aunty

Reserved aunty doesn’t talk much, quite the opposite of talkative aunty. She keeps to herself and appears aloof. People think twice before speaking to her. It’s tough to decipher what is going on in that little brain of hers. This is a rare piece.

In India, Women and Cooking always go together!

Indian Aunty Acid!