Tea Story


This video made me nostalgic and reminded me of my own experiences with tea at home, workplace and how a simple cup of tea played a very crucial role in my life.

Prior to getting married, my morning ritual comprised of waking up to the noise of vessels being washed by mom and the aroma of ginger tea brewing on the stove in the wee hours of morning. I would leave the bed, go to brush my teeth and in the meanwhile my mom would be ready to relish her first round of tea. She would ask in a teasing child-like tone- “Chakhmi? Badi badhiya banlo hei” (Wanna taste? It’s come out really well.) I do not drink tea empty stomach. But hearing her ask like that is impossible to refuse. I would rush to kitchen to fetch a small bowl or a cup whatever i can lay my hands on and rush back to her lest my sisters reached before me and there is nothing left to even taste. Just 2 sips of it and few minutes of conversations, laughter was enough to charge up for the whole day.

When I started working, for quite sometime tea time was a lonely affair. After a couple of days I even stopped drinking it as it was depressing to have it alone. And then just like that blogging happened. I made friends with a couple of bloggers who were in the same location as mine and we bonded for life over a cup of tea. The tea break used to be the most interesting part of the day. Sharing a small cup of tea with a friend, hogging over stuff ordered by another hungry friend, teasing and leg pulling the time would just fly. One of my managers would often comment how fresh I looked at the end of the day like am just walking in to work.

Later when I moved to a different location and project I didn’t eve have a team to interact with. There was no reason or excuse to interact with people sitting around as they were in other projects. After a couple pf days of boring evenings I looked at the girl sitting beside me and asked her if she would like to join me for tea? She readily agreed and invited her other friends as well. There were 3 of us and we bonded really quick. Thanks to wonderful cup of tea. After that day, irrespective of how busy we were, how critical the deliverable were, we met at sharp 4PM to recharge ourselves and get ready to face the day.

I might not be in touch with many of the people I connected with over tea but the conversations and experiences I had with them is forever etched in my memory.

Tea to me is all those wonderful memories and experiences stirred in the warmth of love in a small cup.

What’s your tea story?

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A Walk To Remember

February 15, 2018 6 comments

I read a very cute post from a very dear friend of mine and she inspired me to pen down my own story 🙂 

It was 2012. Me and my husband (then friend) were really good friends since 2010. We were working in same office and had same set of friends. We used to hang out for a while after office hours over half a cob of corn. Sometimes our other friends joined us, other times it was just the two of us chit-chatting under the star-lit-sky sharing our joys, issues, sibling-stories, mother-stories, defects he was working on, embarrassing-process-of-groom-hunt and so on. It had become a routine that we all looked forward to.

I was very sure I will have an arranged marriage. I used to assure my mom that she need not worry as people fell in love only in school and colleges and that after starting work we are pretty mature to get involved with anybody. Feeling challenged cupid must have struck me with it’s arrow that very moment I guess. 

One evening I was meeting a friend after office hours and thus had to skip our usual meet up. Upon knowing about the meet, he teased that I had a date with the friend. I retorted that going by the logic I have had many dates with him. He smiled. I asked him if he was jealous? And he accepted that he was. Not knowing what to say I just smiled back. He declared that I owe him a date. A proper one.  

So we planned our “official date” and met for a movie which was the safest option and didn’t invite too many questions from parents. After the movie he offered to walk me till the bus stop. While crossing the road our hands brushed and making use of the opportunity he held my hand. Not knowing what else to do, I just held his hand back tightly and we walked under the star-lit-sky silently. 🙂 

This was the story of my first “official” date. What’s yours? 🙂

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55-Fiction

September 6, 2017 Leave a comment

A couple of 55- Fiction (Fiction written using exactly 55 words or less) I wrote a while ago but missed to post them here. Actually I had totally forgotten I have a blog. 😀

1-

He sits there staring at me with hawk like eyes,
Waiting for me to leave my abode in broad day light,
Wanting a glimpse of my curvaceous body and grace,
He walks towards me in a silent slow pace.
Well, I also love to taunt him and tease,
As I fly around flapping my Wings.

  • This is an ode to all photographers who wait patiently for a perfect picture of the beautiful bird(s)

2-

He was nervous. Just like he is before every show. His heart was constricting in nervousness. Keeping his usual smile on, he walked his funny walk to the stage. The performance began and audience burst into fits of laughter. Brave he was, fell off smiling. The audience applauded.

  • This was my failed attempt at writing something humorous 🙂

3-

I push the door open and my eyes fall on his handsome face. He has his charming smile on. He pulls me closer by my hand and I can’t look into his eyes. I tip toe to reach his face and, slap him across his right cheek.
The mosquito is finally dead. My turn now.

  • Well, something romantic(??) to finish the post 😛

 

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The Gender Stereotypes

September 4, 2017 Leave a comment

Recently a colleague of mine asked me if am married and if I am, why do I stay late at office despite having extra responsibilities at home.  I asked him if he would have asked the same to a male colleague and the reply was yes. He said he would have asked if his wife doesn’t scold him for going home late.

There was another incident where another friend of mine asked me how do I get time to make dinner when I reach home so late. I said I don’t, my mother in law cooks. Knowing me well, he was little scared to speak his mind, afraid that I might eat him alive if I didn’t like what he had to say. He anyway gathered his guts and remarked- Actually post marriage you should be cooking for her not vice versa. And these are educated men who I am sure have never made even a cup of tea for their parents.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not here today to do the male bashing. Women equally contribute to it and most of us do not even think it as wrong because we  grow up seeing these gender defined roles and its etched in our subconscious.

Gender Stereotyping- Whether we realize it or not unconsciously we all contribute to it. Some might argue what is wrong with it. Both genders were designed for certain roles and for a perfect balance, peace and harmony its good to stick to it. Well, I call that cavemen thinking. We have evolved so much from the days when we needed these gender norms. And it is only stupid to still go by those rules. Gender stereotypes only establishes the feeling of one gender being superior to another. It gives meaning to the word “weaker sex”. It is the main culprit behind most women related issues. and boosts the social evils like- gender discrimination, dowry, female infanticide.

Here is my small attempt on the topic.

Anuradha_Kumari

Stepping into the world
For the first time on my own
Excited and Nervous
of the adventures to unfold
Dressed in my best
I walked Confident and Bold
Until,
I heard someone say
It’s a man’s territory
How long would a woman role play?

Ignoring the ignorant, I kept up the pace
And met another along the race

The career you are now
struggling to build
Will soon be gathering dust
With your dreams
Time will slowly kill
All your desires
To be the woman
You now admire
You won’t be the person
You are today
And before you know
The confidence will fade away

It broke my heart, to see her give up
As I soared high, met another well wisher

The stony path of success
Will not be gentle on your heels
Been led all your life
How well will you lead?
Taught to give up
What is yours by right
In the real battle
How will you fight?
Confined to the four walls
You ought to be
The world is not safe
For a woman so free
How will you explain to them
Your will to fight the world
To carve a name for yourself
Among the great leaders
Who will even regard you
For what you achieve
It’s all about what you wear
And the looks that deceive
Worried for your good
You will be made to heed
A knight in shining armor
They say all you need
Caught up between family and work
You will do justice to none at all
Who will make your home
If you do the man’s job
With roles and responsibilities
Always clutching at your wings
How high will you soar
Carrying burden of everything
Every joy of a tiny success
Will fill you with guilt and regrets
Why don’t you be happy
Staying in your zone
Leave the world to the man
You make a beautiful home

I thought for a while
Of a befitting reply
There was truth in every word
Why did it then sound absurd?
Should I just give up and whine
Is dreaming big such a crime
Sitting in a comfort zone
I can’t blame the world and moan
Let them judge let them speak
I know I am not that weak
Every fall at every wrong
I will rise up strong
I will be the woman
I want to be
Conquer the world
And let them see!

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A dream to remember

August 14, 2017 2 comments

A wise person once said- A dream is not the one that you see when you are asleep rather the one that doesn’t let you sleep.

Ever heard anybody mention about dreams that neither let’s you sleep nor leaves you alone when you finally manage to fall asleep? Those are the scariest ones.

Last night after struggling, scratching, clapping, whining for hours finally I gave up and though the weather was really pleasant, closed the windows and switched on the AC to save myself from the wrath of mosquitoes and finally drifted off to sleep covering myself head to toe, only to encounter a giant one in my dreams.

It was a huge but colorful one. It slowly flew to me, batting it’s huge eyelids and sat on my legs to bite. I tried to catch it but it was really swift. Seeing my failed attempt, it grew courageous and approached me again, this time with grown confidence. But I got lucky and got hold of one of its wings. The confidence was no sooner replaced with fear and it didn’t take long to realize that this means the end of its life. With those big eyes brimming with tears and a sad face, it looked at me almost pleadingly. I thought it looked like a cute kitten then. No am not exaggerating. Even in my wildest dreams i would have never thought that the mosquitoes can be cute. But at that moment I was almost in dilemma when it tried to free itself from my hold and in the process the wing I was holding onto, detached. It then swiftly flew away all the time staring sadly at the broken piece of itself.

I thought I can finally sleep. But to my dismay even before I had closed my eyes it returned with a match stick to alight the broken wing lying on the bed. Before I could think, the wing was burning a beautiful crimson and it flew away leaving it to fall on my bed.

Now my bed was on fire. And that is how my dear friends I woke up this morning trying to douse the fire caused by the burning of the broken wing of a frigging mosquito.

Note: This is not a work of fiction. It happened in real 😛 Does that mean this post is a tribute to the imaginary giant mosquito and its broken wing? May be. I just needed an excuse to note it down. 

 

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The Power Of Will

February 2, 2017 5 comments

While walking to office today my mind wandered to my school days. I have many fond memories of those innocent childhood days but there is just one that pricks me till date. The day I let myself down.

I was into sports. I wasn’t very good at it but my will power was very strong even back then and I ran on that. I used to run 100m, 400m, 800m and hurdles. There is a small story that I would like to share with you.

I was 13/14 year old, don’t remember the year exactly. We had gone to a different school for a couple of days to represent our school in sports. There was a pretty girl among the many students who travelled with me and a couple of my class mates. I was going to run 800m that day along with that pretty girl from my school. Before the run the guys from my class were cheering her. I felt really jealous and of course hurt. Well, its natural, isn’t it? On your mark, get set, Go! And we ran. The voice of my classmates shouting her name was reverberating in my ears and that hurt more than my feet which was already sore from running on the horrible black sand at noon time. I lost my will to complete the run. We had to do two rounds of the ground and I stopped after one. The pretty girl stopped too. The cheering of people didn’t help her. I guess we both didn’t have the will to do it.

I regret it till date. I know I could have completed the run and even won. If only I had not let my confidence be shaken by others. If only I had kept my will power up to finish what I started. If only I didn’t feel like a loser even before the run started. If only I believed in myself more than my care for what others thought. If there is one thing that I could change in my past, I would go back to that day and finish my run. I don’t care if I win or lose but I just want to finish the run. But (un?)fortunately we can’t change our past. We can only learn from it and try to not repeat the mistakes.

Living our life is same in many ways. We run everyday with others against others but as long as we believe in ourselves, keep up our will to achieve,  and not let our confidence be shaken by what others say/think, nothing can stop us from completing the run. Just don’t quit until you complete your run.

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10 things to do when it’s raining

December 10, 2014 Leave a comment

1. Call in sick to office.

2. Sleep until your stomach starts to growl and make sandwiches for breakfast. 😀 I usually don’t like sandwiches but rain makes it yummy.

3. Go to the terrace and get drenched. Because the whole world is busy in office nobody will be there to watch what stupid things you do. Just put on some music and shake a leg or two.

4. Do not forget to take a selfie. While it’s important to enjoy it’s also important to make your friends jealous. Why? Hihihi because it’s fun to tease them. 😀

5. Dry yourself and stay curled up in bed whole day with your favorite novel and a cup of hot chocolate. 😀

6. The perfect companion on a rainy evening is a nice cup of hot ginger tea and roasted corn/Pakodas. I personally prefer corn. 😀

7. If from pouring like cats and dogs it changes to mild drizzling, take your umbrella and go for a rain walk. Put on something that won’t get wet while walking on wet roads. Rain makes everything feel so fresh.

8. Grab an ice cream. Ice-creams are supposed to be a summer thing but I crave for it only during rains. 🙄 And the rain makes it all the more yummy. 😀

9. Make Maggie for dinner. It tastes extra yum with rain. Do not ask me for the logic but believe me.

10. Last but not the least, empathize with your friends who are in office and send them the pics of everything you are eating/drinking 😛

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