One Needs a Truck Load of Patience to Deal With a Mother

Since time immemorial, it is a known fact that once we women become mothers, and more so mothers of adults, we get irrational by the moment. The same is the case with my mum, as well. It gets challenging to converse with her because she refuses to see sense.

We have arguments daily, which mainly revolve around her telling me that she isn’t happy living with my husband and me. Her idea of living a happy life is for me to divorce my husband, and live with her ever after – which is impossible. I feel like I have already given so much of my life to her that now I don’t want to waste my time or breath on anyone else but me.

I don’t get it. My husband and I have done so much for her, we are both bending over backwards for her, but her satisfaction remains at a -2. Every day she walks up to me and tells me I am not concerned about her anymore (which is downright stupid and she knows that. I think she secretly says it to piss me off), she is upset because I don’t shop for her every day (that’s what I used to do, but I reduced the daily shopping to weekly shopping due to the COVID scene. I wonder why she doesn’t get the seriousness of the situation.). Her anger scale hits a 100 when I support my husband (which she despises because she tells me every day what an incompetent husband he is – which he isn’t – and wants me to leave him and go take a house where both she and I can live “happily ever after”).

I want to put an end to this daily mental stress, but I can’t. I can’t, because:
-1 I don’t have the guts to fight back with her
-2 She will threaten to kill herself – which she has attempted several times
-3 She will walk out of the house in the middle of the night, and I have to hunt for her

I am beginning to feel extremely dissatisfied and demotivated with all these scenes that are happening at home. The sad part is that this will be a continuous cycle, and there’s no end to it.

#when the going gets tough, the tough get going (except, looks like I won’t go anywhere, except walk right into my mom’s trap)

Professor Sridhar- Part 1

Yes, I fell in love with another professor in the same college where I fell in love with Vinod ‘Sir’ (Sridhar story happened way before Vinod’s).

There were times when I used to be late to college. One such time, I was under the impression that there was no session because the concerned lecturer was on leave. But when I walked into the class, I saw a really smart-looking man taking a lecture. He saw me at the entrance of the door and asked me to come in. For no reason at all, I was super shy.

His class was excellent. It was interactive, humorous, and engaging. We then had an ‘interview’ session with him (it was supposed to be a faux interview, where he was Yediyurapa and us – the class – were the interviewers). Whatever question I asked him, he refused to answer, and I was soon losing my patience. He noticed my impatience and quickly told me, “Hey, don’t take offence, this is all part of the act.” I gave him a wide grin.

Then came his next session. I was late as usual, but as I was hurrying in, he said, “Aww, I was missing you. Glad you could make it.” I think that was the first time I blushed so much in my entire life. That’s when it all began – the undying love. I was keen to keep in touch with him. Every time we had our computer class, I would log into Gmail, and start chatting with him on Gtalk.

By his next session, we had all taken him for granted, we weren’t listening to him, and he lost his cool. He gathered his stuff and walked out of the class. We were all shocked. I think of the lot, I felt the guiltiest. As soon as I had access to a computer, I pinged him and apologized. He asked me not to worry about it, and then we soon started sharing personal stories. He told me he was a divorcee. His wife was pregnant, and she did not intend to let him see the child. He was sad; I was worried.

Soon I became his confidante, and we spoke every day. Post-grad was coming to an end, and it was time for me to go to Mumbai for my internship. The day before I was supposed to leave, he gave me a call and said he was coming home to meet me. I was flustered. I panicked. I thought I’d had to invite him over to my home, but when he reached, he asked me to meet him at the end. I was ecstatic. We spoke for a few seconds, and then he gifted me some magazines and a bunch of chocolates. He told me that was how I could while away time during my train journey. He also handed me the train schedule and told me I could track the stops through that. I asked him if he’d like to come home, but he declined my offer. We said our goodbyes, and he left.

I still remember that feeling with which I walked back into the building and my home. All I was thinking about was what a gentleman he was. He was courteous, thoughtful, and generous. Little did I know that rascal (I say ‘rascal’ in a pleasant friendly manner) knew precisely what he was doing and was well aware that he had successfully planted his plan in my mind.

#men will be men

And Then Sushant Singh Rajput Killed Himself.

I still can’t come to terms with the fact that he is no more. Its been almost three weeks, and all I can say is, “Why?” It is ridiculous when people say he was murdered. I am sure he wasn’t. What assures me is the fact that this was a premeditated suicide. As per my understanding, he had already planned to end his life. How do I assume this? Because three days before he passed away, he cleared everyone’s dues and informed everyone that he wouldn’t be working with them anymore since he didn’t have any money left. Does that not prove that he was already ready to get away from the world?

But then there’s been reports that state he was murdered. And then I tend to wonder. Was he? People say this with conviction because of the rope mark on his neck, and the confounding fact that only three fingerprints were found on the rope- that of his little finger, thumb, and index finger. This is weird. It is impossible to hang oneself with only those three fingers. Some of his friends had come to his flat the night before he died. Did his friends help him commit suicide? Did he beg and plead them to help him end his life?

My heart goes out to Ankita Lokhande. She was the only person who loved him with all her might, unconditionally and selflessly. I was all about how they were happy together and how Rhea must have caused his death. I mean, I have seen Rhea from her Teen Diva days, and I know she is a nasty little girl. When Jia Khan’s mother said that Rhea was selfish and probably led Sushant to his death, I agreed with her. But we have to take a step back and try to understand what the poor girl must be going through – even though she could be a Mother Gothel.

She was interrogated for 9 hours! A case has been filed against her in the Bihar court, and she probably doesn’t have many people she can converse with, right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if she gets suicidal; then everyone will blame the next target – Mahesh Bhatt.

Maybe sometimes things are exactly what it looks like. Perhaps Sushant was indeed going round the bend, and he couldn’t take it in anymore. I mean, he heard voices, and I can only imagine what Rhea went through when she was watching a movie with Sushant, and Sushant told her that Anurag Kashyap was out to kill him. There’s always more than what meets the eye, and we all have to be unbiased. None of us know what’s happening in someone else’s life.

What can I say? I miss Sushant dearly. While most of us didn’t know him personally, we all feel the pain because we all loved him so much. and I still wonder, “Why?”

#Sushant Singh Rajput – The Real Actor.

Life is Good

Life is never fair. There are always ups and downs. Those waves of discontent, dissatisfaction, and whining are there, of course. COVID is a disaster. Is the world coming to an end? I don’t think so. The world will go on for a few more centuries; it’s going to bring on more obstacles, diseases, cures, success, and whatnot.

But are we happy now? I always live in the present. My family always tells me to think about my future and plan stuff. But I can’t. So to answer my previous question, are we happy now? I am.

I know these are tough times out there! But it’s annoying when people around say that they do not like the lockdown, when they say they are going crazy sitting at home, or when they say let’s meet for a drink.
Do people not get two aspects of this whole situation?

1- COVID is wrecking hell and has a mighty great time on its rollercoaster that’s crashing into everyone’s lives.

2- Staying at home is the easiest thing around. WFM has become accessible to all, so I don’t understand what the problem is. We are all kind of on a paid vacation, even if we are working at home.

So why can’t people understand the seriousness of the situation? Because we have other dumb people forwarding messages that say we shouldn’t be scared of the virus becasue so many of them have come and gone.

COVID is out to get out, so what do you do? Stay at home, eat well, get fat (it’s perfectly fine to get fat), be happy, play games with your family, stay safe when buying groceries, put on two masks, carry your sanitizer, when you get home, drop your clothes and take a bath, wash every piece of clothing you wore out, and voila! We will all be safe.

That’s all it takes. To stay at home.

#sudden feels