Blessing in disguise

She shaded her eyes
scouring the streets for an auto. “Who will be out in 45 degrees on Sunday
except a slave like me?” she grumbled moving her heavy bag to the other
shoulder. She cursed her boss for insisting she send the report today.
“Hi, may I drop you
somewhere?”

There’s something about men
on bikes.. isn’t it?
It was HIM, the new guy in
her society, quite the handsomest man ever.
‘You going home?” His
dimples shown.
‘I umm… yes.” She realised
she had been staring and was now stuttering.
‘Well hop on, then.”
And she did.
She loved her boss.

What a blessing in
disguise!

Linking to 100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe for the prompt ‘A Blessing in Disguise’ given by the wonderful Shilpa of ‘A Rose Is A Rose is A Rose‘.


P is for Pintsized wonders

Since my Pint sized Progeny came along there never has been a Peaceful moment. My life turned into a Potboiler. Our home has lost its Pristine state and is now in a constant state of Pandemonium.

That’s not to say I wasn’t Pleased when the gynaec Pulled them out. I’d no clue they’d Planned to come in a Pair. They were just Perfect. While N was Peppy and Perky H was doing Poorly. He took time to get well.

Since then N has remained Petite but H has grown into a Prodigiously Playful boy. But then she’s no Paragon either. She matches him Punch for Punch. They are constantly Pitted against each other yet turn Partners in crime.

Can you believe my Plight then? No longer am I the Placid woman of my youth. Had anyone Pointed out to me that life could be full of Precarious yet Precious moments, I would have thought them Presumptuous.

I get to Play Plenty of roles – a Policewoman, a Pacifist and a Peacemaker all rolled into one. Sometimes I also need to Pass out Punishments but the Pint sizes never hold it against me. Then there are moments of Pure Pleasure when they’ve been good and I get to hand out the Prizes.

I quite enjoy it all.

The Pertinent Point is that the Precocious Pint sizes are indeed a lot of fun. Besides they are my contribution to Posterity!

Linking to ABC Wednesday

If only you were here

The signs
are everywhere. Red, white, yellow, green… They pop up on streets, at roadsides.
They stare at me out of magazines and newspapers and even from the television.
They inundate malls, flood stores. I switch on the Internet and there they are tempting,
beckoning, begging me.
Take a look,
they say, come on in. What are you waiting for? They ask.
I turn away.
I cannot answer their call.
You dear
sister sit far away in another city. All these signboards shouting out SALE are
no fun without you, the best shopping partner ever.

If only you
were here!
Linking to “100 words on Saturday” at Write Tribe for the prompt “If only you were here…”

Blog-Prompt Day 3 – Monday

Me: Hey there Good Morning Monday.

Monday (Stumbling out of deep slumber): What? What? Is it my turn already?

Me: Hey No, relax, it’s just Wednesday.

Monday (Falling back on his bed and sounding very annoyed): What are you doing then, waking me up? Can’t a person have some peace even on off days?

Me: Oops sorry there. It’s just that I had to turn in a piece on you and I thought I’d get an interview. All I found online were loads of caricatures saying nasty things about you. I thought I’d get your perspective on this whole Monday Blues, Manic Monday thing.

Monday: You think I’m an idiot? I’m no celeb and I know it? I know your journo type too. You’ll pretend to be all nice and fair and I-want-your-side-of-the-story, all Oprahish. Then you’ll go out and turn into a rabid reporter and write a sarcy, nasty piece. You know how people get a starlet to deny an affair and then put the ‘just friends’ in quotes like this. So no Thank You. I’m good.

Me: You’ve got it all wrong. Trust me. I’m a friend. For the record I’m not a Monday hater. Never have been. Journalists work in shifts. So Mondays aren’t Mondays at all, if you get what I mean. I’m the most neutral person you’re ever likely to get to tell your story.

Monday (Disappearing back under the sheets): Story? I have no story to tell. Nighty night.

Me: Come on Monday. Don’t get all cynical.

Monday (Emerging from the covers): Oh alright since I’m awake anyway, fire away.

Me: Thanks thanks Mon.. may I call you Mon? So Mon you seem to be the most universally hated day of the week. How do you feel?

Mon (Smirking): YOU ARE ORIGINAL! Really the journo type – the type that thrusts a mike in the face of a
man stuck in a manhole and asks him, “So Sir how do you feel?” HOW DO I FEEL???? For Godsake how would YOU feel? How would ANYONE feel? Being maligned for no reason at all. Had it not been for me would anything get done anywhere in the world? Is it my fault that people refuse to give up their bingeing and partying even after two whole days and nights and are then hung over all of me? Is it my fault that the funnest days come right before me? How would you feel when Saturday and Sunday strut about right
behind you with their “We’re the most popular days” faces? And you know the irony? No one would even look at them had it not been for me. So much for their lording it over the rest of us! But do I tell them that? No Sir, I do not. Like I said, I’m a peaceful guy. I do my day’s worth and then snuggle up and sleep.

Me: So you think people have been unfair to you?

Mon: Of course they’ve been unfair. But then life, my friend is unfair. Being in a place like mine, turns a guy philosophical. God made us all the same. It’s man who turned us into Fun Fridays and Monster Mondays. Did I tell you to work like Zombies without stopping to enjoy yourself? Is it my fault you get yourselves caught in jobs you hate?

Me: So what advice would you like to give our readers?

Mon: I’m not one for advising anyone. All I’ll say is STOP THE HATE. Give yourself a break if you want to, even if it’s a Monday. Then get back to work. How about reserving one happy thing for a Monday? Make it a Memorable Monday or a Merry Monday.. will you? Love your job and you’ll find you love me too.

And now may I just go back to bed?
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That, dear readers, was ‘Monday’ for you. I’m off for a cup of tea to make my Monday special. You take a break too. Have a good week.