Perverts are more in conservative society. .


I have lived in metro city, B1 city. But now moving on to B2 city I am finding the difference. Metro life is so fast that, people are always busy minding their own work. At certain instances, only when both members (man and women) work, they can take care of the expenses. In that case, they don’t have time to peep into anybody’s life. The only weekends they get, people spend with family, kids or cleaning.  At least that is what I saw in “study city”. The cloths are trendy, you get most of them in throwaway price, whether it’s sleeveless or jeans or skirt nobody is bothered. In fact people don’t even give you that damn look for short cloths as everyone around is wearing the same.

When I was in “work city”, I realized that people were brand freak. You find all most everyone in jeans on Friday or any day for that matter.  Sleeveless, skirts are so very common here. Any new dress you wear, people ask you the brand, they don’t compliment the looks. It was a city were weekend boozing was common, and gender was not a discrimination.  Live-in relation did exist here.

Now I have come to “new city”. It is not very cosmopolitan. You find it is in transition from being traditional to trendy. The biggest problem is, everybody wants to interfere in every others life.

 Here people are bothered,
If I do car pooling and get dropped down by my colleagues,
If I don’t wear my sindoor or toe ring,
If I wear sleeveless or short tops for jeans,
If I call my husband by his name in public,
In fact people don’t mind their business, but interfere in others matters.

Now coming back to the topic, I have roamed in jeans, short tops, low neck kurtas, sarees and almost all kind of outfit in Chennai, Mumbai and Bangalore. But nobody had a objection. But had loads of problem, when I moved on this “new city”.  I was coming to office, on road I just see a teenager, pulling down his pants and rushing towards me.. I got in fact scared. Ran towards a temple nearby. I discussed with my other female colleague. She also said, she faced same kind of problem, whenever she wear a sleeveless and work on road. My other north-Indian friend gave us a shocking fact that, she has seen men masturbating on road early morning. She wouldn’t know until she nears them. she stopped going for morning walks.

Now my doubts,
What can be the reason for the perverts?
Is it the fascination they have for white skin?
Is it the they do this only to other city people?
Or the conservativeness of the society?

For me it looked liked it is more to do with the conservativeness of the society. When you see everybody around you in saree or salwar kameez, and suddenly notice someone in sleeveless and skirts, men get entertained.  As, they are not used to this dress, any women wearing it becomes their target. Also, it is taken for granted that women wearing such stuff are giving them signals to approach them. Now, I can’t call skirt and sleeveless as provocative. When it is considered appropriate in certain cities, why not in others.

Note: I have written this post based on my experience; hope not to offend any particular city or community. and yes, i am expecting lots of difference in opinion and comments ..

gift-dis-aster.


I have been reading many post about gifts from fellow bloggers.. So here is my post on it. I received a gift from my husband on Saturday.

What could it be for a handbag and footwear freak like me? It was a leather handbag.  Black leather handbag to be precise. A small one, which is contrary to my likes. Yes, I like to carry big ones, as it can hold lots of contents.

 Conversation while giving the gift:

He: when did u come from office?

MIL: he has got a gift for you..(Brings the handbag to me)

He: (feels bad that the surprise what he wanted to give me is gone), ya I got it for you.

Me: oh really?? Thanks a ton.

 

(Note: MIL is still standing there in the bedroom listening to our conversation)

 

He: take it

Me: ok, let me see it.

MIL: you carry big bag na.. Remember the auto wala said, all the place is occupied by bag, so this bag will solve the space problem..

Me: (thinking, I am not going to travel in same auto everyday na.. what space problem does it solve?? It creates many small bags for me now) all right.

He: Amma can you get me some coffee??

MIL: ( goes inside kitchen, realizing that she didn’t give me and hubby privacy to speak)

Me: very nice bag.. I thought u didn’t have time to shop for me.. J

He: yes I didn’t.. I went inside the shop. I told him my budget. He showed up  3 bags, I just picked one, paid the bill and came off.

Me: * confused look* what???

He: and also I don’t expect you to like it..

Me: what??

He: yes, I myself didn’t like it. So, I don’t expect you to like it.. It looks out of fashion, and sober..

Me: (stands speechless) so??

He: nothing, I will get you something better next time.. As of now, it’s a small gift from me..

MIL( returns from kitchen):  empty your old handbag. Hope all your stuff fits in your new bag..

Then, I try putting everything in the new bag and realize half my things don’t go. So, I decide to keep few stuff in office draw and rest in my lunch bag..

 

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when I got married, my mom’s friends discussed among themselves and with my mom and got me all kitchen appliances, like pressure cooker, rice cooker, food processor, juicer etc etc. so nothing repeated and I just moved into a new city and just started my house without any difficulty. My friends gave me money as they thought I would use it the way I want it, in fact I said that I would prefer money than carry a gift all the way from chennai to vizag. But whenever I receive money from friends I make sure i buy something really useful and show them later that this is what I bought, I dint waste your money. in fact in our friends group for wedding gifts, we have made it a rule to ask the person what they want and buy it within the budget, if it exceeds, we ask the person to money from their pocket for the gift( it is an understanding, nobody makes a fuss on it).
I do the recycling, as I don’t have much of place and it’s repetitive of an item. And it so happened that in that cycle I got the same thing back for another occasion. .. (Such things do happen ok)

Talking about expecting gifts, my sister always orders what she wants as a gift for her b’day a month before.. .. And she gets it too.. I don’t get confused what to buy…

For close friends I do personalize the gifts and surprise them.. It always turned out to be hit than a flop till now.. Except for one time when my mother told, I would have felt happy if i got that instead of this..
Talking about the gift options, depends in people, there those who are happy just with greeting cards, few who complain about wrong design even if u get diamonds.. So, nothing is best or worst..

(Note: this is the comment I wrote for RM’s this post on gifting)

 

Eve-teasing


reading IHM’s this post triggered me to write this incident.

 

I commute to office taking a share-auto or bus, that particular day, I left office early so that i can take a less crammed-full bus. Here in Vizag, there is no meticulous rule of women entering the bus from front entrance; men using rear entrance, senior citizen take the front two seats next to ladies seat. i found most of the times, I senior citizen crowd to be more pervert than the teenager or middle-aged men.

a lady was standing just in front of me, was wearing the proper dress, in other words most accepted saree. I got a seat just behind her, and I sat. a man, must be in his fifties, came and stood next to me. Accidentally of purposefully he tried to fall on my shoulders, I gave him a stare. He quickly moved a seat ahead and didn’t come near me. But, I kept my eyes on this fellow. He went and he started stroking that lady’s breast. First he put his one finger, stroked when the break was applied. That lady didn’t react or look back at him. Then he continued doing it. I and other lady sitting with me exchanged glances. We knew what was happening. I was about to hit the fellow, but the other lady (sitting next to me) stopped me. She just asked me,” why are you bothered? “.

I was bothered as that fellow was misbehaving with her/ using her to satisfy his whatever..  I couldn’t stop myself, I took photographs and videos with my mobile without flash, hoping that, the lady there would react and I have it as evidence for his act. But to my surprise, the lady didn’t react. For one moment I thought she was slut enjoying the act. But when I was getting down, I saw tears in her eyes. It bothered me for a complete week. The incident is still in my eyes. If at all, the lady had the guts to speak up, or just give him back an angry look, she would have not had those tears in her eyes.

Now thinking back, was it her dress, saree which provoked that guy? saree, conveniently opens up near the hips and with wind flowing the bus, gives a glimpse of the breasts through the blouse??  i have read various survey where saree/ half saree declared as most sexiest outfit. But it the traditional and most accepted outfit in my community. or is it the attitude of the women, as she didn’t react? What would have happened if she reacted/slapped or questioned back that guy? Was she scared of telling out that she was used up?? So many questions… as in what is the reason for her not to open up or speak up for her rights to say nobody can touch her without her concern..??

She was not school kid, who is scared of adult men acting on her, she looked like working women, a grown up, married, but why she didn’t just turn back to look at that idiotic man…

Now I can’t do anything about that particular incident. I can only hope that women react to such men, and make sure that eve-teasing doesn’t happen. I can educate my daughter about these happenings and explain her what are her private parts and why it is named private, why nobody had rights to touch it without her permission even if it was me or her dad or neighbors.

Passport renewal


Yesterday I had been to passport office. There were so many things to do. I had to wait in big queue for getting inside the building. Later, I had to sit in a big waiting hall, to take an appointment. It was funny, yes, u move seat by seat, when the first person, few rows before you finishes his query with the passport officer. After a wait of two hours my turn came. Can you believe he gave me appointment date in august for tatkal?? What is the purpose of tatkal?

Then, I had to request the security to allow me to meet the APO. Yes, he let me see him. After a long conversation, he accepted my request and gave me appointment for today.

I went to passport office. It is too good, the ambiance and the service too. At par with the corporate culture, it didn’t feel like I was in a govt office. Luckily I had all my documents with me in order. Within two hours everything, including the cancellation of old passport was done.

Now next task is taking passport for the bunty. I am just getting worried, if I have to take for the appointment and stand in the queue for hours together. My god, even the thought of it is making me dizzy.

Now coming back I had lots of questions:

–          Is passport office trying to get more revenue by making ppl take new passport after they get married in the name of spouse name addition, change of address, renewal etc etc.?

–          Now, if you have to take passport for the kid, new rule is that, parents should have added their spouse name in their respective passport. That means, two fees to be paid, then third fees for the kid?.

–          Minor passport expires in 5 years, so take the kid, u as the guardian go along to with the kid for renewing it every five years?.

–          How does this system work abroad, where changing partners is common, u have a biological father and guardian too?

–          Is it IRCTC, where major revenue is through ticket cancellation, passport offices too get money majorly from renewal and addition of spouse name and change of address?

I took my passport when I was in college, that too because it was compulsory for attending placements.  I didn’t bother about adding spouse name after getting married, as I thought marriage certificate will do when I travel. But now, when I have to take passport for my baby, all this has come up.  Worst part is doing it all alone when your hubby is not staying with you. Other problem is my old passport is Chennai issued; now I need to get in vizag. Both mine and hubby’s passport have different address. so it a problem when i have to take passport for bunty.

finally all this is because, i didn’t want to pay the fees for just adding spouse name, when my passport still has validity.  why cant adding spouse name be just a stamping on one of the pages, instead of  making me a new passport. 😦

What has my husband to do with a Nail polish??


So here is my grumble on my neighbors and my daughter. I went back home from work and realized that my daughter was very eager to show me her hands. I just overlooked and continued to walk inside the house and started keeping my handbag and lunch box at the assigned places, just then the red color drew my attention. I was shaken and surprised to see my daughter wearing red colour nail polish. Before I could ask my MIL, she (MIL) herself came with one word answer neighbors.

It seems my MIL herself told them that she is just a kid; she might eat it off, and requested them not to repeat it. After a day, I realize that Bunty is wearing nail polish again. I got furious. I went to ask them why??, my neighbors just replied,” why do you worry? We put it on legs only na, she can’t eat it. “. After that I didn’t feel like replying them anything. Few minutes later, MIL came out and said,” my son doesn’t like girls wearing nail polish”.

Now what is the reaction you expect from me??

I was dumb stuck; in fact thought it was true.

Neighbor immediately apologized and also promised that she won’t do it again.Don’t you think it is a shocking behavior of my neighbor?

the following questions ran in my mind;

Does that mean, she has no respect for women and my views? Is it not discrimination? I understand that she considers my husband to be the head of the family, but does it stop me from thinking or making decisions on my daughter and house? Did I say something different and did my husband say something else?? I seriously don’t understand why?

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I don’t like my MIL using my husband’s name for every rescue purpose. But, unfortunately only this works in my neighborhood.

 

Note: my husband is not bothered about nail polish. But, yes he doesn’t want my 1 year old to wear it as it contains chemicals.

Office tales:


I am sitting in office and feeling bored today. I just kept on looking at people who work with me in my hall and started penning it down.

 Let me call people with numbers. We are seated in two rows, facing each other.

 Mr.1: he is just above the ground, must be only 4 feet something. When I joined this office, I remember, he always carried new paper along with him and read it. Then go for tea and later start his work. Now days he is not bring it (maybe he discovered online newspaper). He is Very quiet, always struck to his seat.

 Mr.2: he looks silent, but a knowledgeable man with good sense of humor.  He is always on time. I don’t even have to look at my watch. Again he is a workaholic person, seriously looking at his monitor. He demands respect not by force, but people will automatically give looking at him.

 Mr.3: another name of jolly carefree nature. But he is very efficient. Send him out for any work, he will come back only with success. He is interested in photography. He becomes a excited with all new thing and is full of positive aura and energy.

 Mr.4: a showoff character. Talented, but can never express it properly. Language is a problem. A localite, a mobile directory for us, need to buying things, regarding the best and worst of the city.

 Mr.5: somehow I feel like calling him a wanna-be dominating husband. He will project as though he is taking control of house, fiancé and everything but the decisions are always taken mutually by them. But he is a helpful character. He has great knowledge but always down to earth and always eager to read.

Row opposite to above seating starts now.

Mr.6: unpredictable character. At times really helpful, at time back biting.  Escapes when work is given, but projects as hard working. He is guru of electronics and everybody consults him for PC related queries. Though his designation is small, he has big contacts. So, nobody dares to mess up with him.

Mr.7: a newly married guy. Silent, always on phone as his wife works in a different state altogether.

Mr.8: my best friend. We are of same age, brought up in same state, working for same department with same grade. We have code words for every person and we talk in tamil as nobody around understand. We are there for each other, when work comes, we share ideas and we are not bothered about others. He is good friend of my husband too. We spend at least an hour together seeing matrimonial sites and commenting on girls and look for best match.

Ms.9: hey that me. You know me; I am good, always working, at times blogging and half the time wondering what to do.

Mr.10: he is a telugu Brahmin and considers himself as superior. He is talented and has lots of work experience. May be his experience itself is my age. But he behaves childish. He wants everything new, let it be PC or phone or Chair and he is not ready to share it with anyone. Have you ever seen someone getting wild if other person sits on his chair? He gets awesome, mouth watering food. He packs nearly 21 dabbas, Tupperware once, different colour and brings variety of dishes everyday. Can you imagine, pickle, dal, curry, rasam, curd, pachadi, sprouts, biscuits and some drink too.  I should appreciate his wifes skills. Did you think his wife is not working, no re she is state govt employee. She cooks and packs food by 8.30 in the morning.  So, I am not taking my husband to his house for lunch anytime in my life.

 Mr.11. he is another good friend of mine. A malu guy. He is a well wisher and adviser for me in need. I like him for his organized nature. Anything he would file, keep it organized. After two years, if I ask him for a document, he would take it and give me.

So we are the interesting 12 characters sitting in a room.  26 to 48 yrs old, people from various parts of the country working for a single cause. I am the single women in the hall and also in the department. I get unwanted attentions and also an excuse not to go to site.  I am pampered most of the times as I am the youngest too. I don’t know how long this extra attention is going to last. Let me wait and see. But desperately want a female college, an older one, who will be there when I say I have a problem and understand me.

Crush is temporary:


Ok, let me believe that I am writing this post and confessing the truth. I never thought I would tell out this world that I had so many crushes in my life. Recently I have evaluated the format in which I like somebody and also analysis of the time period of it with non-continuity of the same.

Observation-1: I have liking for people whose name starts with A, left hander’s, someone with artistic taste, malu , has good sense of humor and IITians. Font ask me why, no strong reasons for it.

Observation-2: I can casually flirt with them and men too respond back with all the energy. I have not faced a no-time for conversations or sometime later any time till now. I was actually called Kadali queen (flirting queen in college) as I could talk to any stranger with an ease.

Observation-3: I get bored of them within a week or so. As in, I will no more have crush on them. After talking to them, I realize that there is lot more to hate in that person than to like so much. And I become on their friends and my friends list goes up by a count.

Observation-4: later at some point when they really with me for more years, I do tell them that I had a crush on him and we laugh at it.

Observation-5: I am still good friend of all my crushes. We don’t tell out that we had a mutual crush years back or tease about it in public.

Now, you might be wondering what am I upto or why am I discussing all this?? Coming to the answer, there is a new guy in office. Looks to be intelligent, has good sense of humor, good name etc etc. of course married, about my age. After talking to him, going to canteen for a week, I realized that he is no more interesting. I told my husband, who is not even jealous about it. Then I remembered an article which published in “times of India”, years ago, saying it’s healthy to have a crush in office. It makes us feel younger and energetic. It gives us an excuse to look good, dress up well. So now what next? Just wait for someone new to join. .( tell more stories about him to hubby to irritate )

Note: hubby doesn’t react to this crush thing, as everybody in office knows I am married with a kid, he thinks nobody can adjust with me, as I demand more when it comes to office work and very strict about the output and was always called as lady Hitler during college days.

Elena and Kyra.


I( Elena) with my friends planned a trip to Fisherman’s Cove, a Taj group of resort located in kovalm , on ECR . I was certainly not interested in going in hot sun, as I am little complexion conscious. But, I couldn’t say no to friends, beach or volley ball. Yes, my dad is a player; I did inherit his good playing skills.

We started early in the morning to evade traveling in hot sun. We took our bikes; I made sure that I wear a scarf on my head, gloves for my hands, a full dress. I mean completely covered from head to toe. I was shocked to see my parents too in same attire.

We headed towards our destiny. I was happy seeing sea in front of me. That too so clean. Yes, city beaches are not so sparkling. I felt like jumping inside the water, but I couldn’t pull myself to do. Getting inside water meant, wearing a swimming outfit. I couldn’t afford to show my suntanned skin and delineation on neck, hands and legs are so much that, my skin looks in two shades. It looks as though I have attached a fairer skin of someone else underneath.

Just then, my eyes struck on the swimming instructor, Ms.Kyra. I notice her. It was like looking at mirror, a darker one, rather a polycarbon film struck mirror.  Indeed my friends started teasing her to be my Robot. I touched her to feel for myself if she was truly a human, with such an unblemished skin, super fine effect that gave a matte yet glowing finish.

I immediately called up my parents saying that I met my Xerox in the resort. They were shocked and they started immediately to meet us on beach.

Mean while, I was so excited to be with Kyra. She asked my name, I said Elena. She was surprised that both of us had Greek names. We went together for a ride on my bike. We shopped few nice outfits for ourselves, same ones. We wanted to mystify others. But we couldn’t succeed because of our complexion divergence.

shy me and confident her

She said, nobody can beat her in volley ball. So we had a bet and we started playing. I was so conscious of wearing bikini. But, she took off so carefree. I was getting envious inside. For first time I lost the match. The reason was my consciousness of skin and getting tanned. I felt appalling. I just left the place.

drink we enjoyed in hot summer together.

Kyra came behind me with a drink and her handbag. She softened her voice and started asking me what happened? I just shouted back at her. She understood my annoyance. She tried to console me. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I said, I never felt so mediocre till now in my life. But looking at her is making me lose my confidence. It is all because, we took so many pictures together and shared it immediately on Facebook. The comment I got was little disappointing. People said, I am standing next to wax doll, which is fairer in complexion and had more life than me.

Soon, my parents to reached our place. They went and hugged her, gave her all complements for her look. I felt that I should have never met this Kyra. Then, dad announced that she is the daughter whom he lost 20 years ago. I was dumbstruck.  Kyra came to me and told me that, she knew it the moment she saw me. Our maid had stolen her, but told her the truth recently. She had come to resort to meet me and cheer me up and make up for all the missed childhood.

career we made

I immediately asked my mother, why is that, even if we were identical twin, Kyra looked better than me?  Kyra said, it’s nothing but simple secret. She handed me her handbag. I opened it and found, Lakme’ sun expert.  I used it for few days.

Two weeks later, both of took my bike, and went to the same destination. Now, everybody’s eyes were just on us. I was more confident to wear my Bikini this time. People came asking about our twin tales. We started confusing my friends. We played beach volley ball all the time, went for surfing and turtle search.  We had so much fun. It was more because I found my sister back. Kyra became my strength. We had lots of drinks, tender coconut, juices and what not. There was nobody to stop us from enjoying. Not even the sun, dared to stop us.  Now people call us the Greek queens.  Now the facebook comments were revised. People called us the angles of sun/ sun darers.

happy Greek queens.

This post is my entry for The Lakme Indiblogger Contest. https://www.facebook.com/ilovelakme

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Kyra O Kyra.


My daughter, Kyra  is studying Chennai. She lives away from me. She is a student of Architecture. She is so busy with her studies that she didn’t come home for past few months. So, Kyra and her dad decided to plan a vacation in Andaman Islands. We thought it would give her a break. I was scared, that my daughter would be tanned and she has to go for her placement interview after coming back. Won’t this vacation leave a dark mark on her?. Still these two managed to pull me with them and made me agree.

We took a flight from Vizag and asked my daughter to come there directly as her review dates didn’t match with ours.

We reached the destination. What a sight it was to see, sea around you. Complete blue, touching the sky. I became kid once again. I started walking down the sandy beach; I started hearing the sounds of waves as I walked the shore.

At a distance I saw a pretty girl.  She was wearing a nice white shirt with  floral pattern skirt. She was stunning to look at. She was picking up shells. She was wearing goggles, like a hair band to her loose hair, which flowed like a wave with the sea breeze. She was totally carefree. She had her headphone, seemed like she was enjoying a good music, sea view and the sun too.  On a contrary, here I am wearing a full hand shirt, jeans, a big hat covering me as much as possible, from all the sun.

I couldn’t take my eye of the girl. She walked towards the resort, held an elderly ladies hand. Looked like, the old lady was her mother. She too was wearing a similar kind of skirt and walked carefree on to the shore. This kindled the curiosity in me to find more. Desire to stay young and not bothered about sun was the first priority now.

I heard my husband calling from behind. I had no choice but to go back to my room. But, it still remained In my mind. I wanted to run to girl ask her the secret of enjoying the sun. I took bath and I told my husband that I am going for a stroll outside. He too asked me, if I am going out in this sun?? I said yes. I was thinking in my mind that, I am going to find out the true reason, what is that kept me away from going into the sun.

When I went out, I saw the young girl playing volley ball there with other foreigners there. Somehow I made a calculation that she must be an NRI, spending so much money on creams and cosmetics and surgeries. That must be the reason for her gorgeousness.

I saw the old lady calling me by waving her hand. I was turning around and making sure that she was calling me only. I took my steps towards them. That is when I found that, I know these faces. I was so stupid not recognizing me daughter Kyra and my mother there. They had changed a lot. I mean, the attitude they carried, their skin tone, dressing.

Yes, I am a conservative mother. I never allowed my daughter to wear short skirts, as she might get tanned in the sun. Or get sun buns. Here, I saw her bright, and shockingly even my mother wearing a skirt. Their skin was radiant and properly hydrated. that is the reason i didn’t recognize them generally when my daughter comes back from college, she is all tanned. i tease her saying that she looks like a dried fish, all credit to her Architecture studies, which demands site visit and construction work inspections etc. to my surprise here she was blooming.

Just then I heard my husband shouting “surprise” from behind. I was more shocked than surprised. Before I could ask my daughter about the change in her, they just gave me this gift. Opening the gift, I got all the answers to my doubts.

It was nothing, but lakme’ Sun Expert as gift.  I was so happy that I got this beautiful gift from my daughter Kyra, who planned mothers ‘day celebration In such a surprise. I was just so happy to receive this gift.

Instantly I applied it, and joined mother and daughter on beach volley ball. No, as I was involved it was just a throw ball.  We had coconut water with other mock tail there. Nothing stopped us from enjoying the 3 days at Andaman island. Neither the sun nor my husband who had pay all the bills. I did enjoy the attention given my stranger and my husband. This extra attention changed my perspective of being conservative with sun.

Now, I allow my daughter to go out in sun, play as much she wants. There is nothing to worry now. I feel bad that, I just didn’t look at lakme’ for so long.  Thanks for Lakme’ for making me understand about Kyra.

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The Best Day The Worst Day!!!


Internet is so big, so powerful and pointless that for some people it is a complete substitute for life”- Andrew Brown 

I woke up at 2 am with alarm in my phone started ringing. I couldn’t afford to snooze it that day. I had to travel to Chennai on official duty.  I had to take my daughter too with me, as there was no one to take care at home. I browsed for local taxi number through Google. Thanks to my new I-phone and Vodafone connection in it.

I went to railway station; I realized that I forgot to take my ticket. I panicked and called my husband. He just asked me, if I could open my Gmail on phone? I said yes, very much. He mailed me the irctc ticket which he had booked for me. I opened it and showed to TTR when he came.  We (me and my daughter) started traveling.

When I hoped that travel would go smoothly, my daughter started making fuss. She wouldn’t eat anything and no sit on her seat too.  I was just scratching my head, just then I heard other person’s mobile ringing. “Why this kolaveri di”. Bulb in head started glowing. I opened YouTube and started playing it for my daughter.  God showed me heaven then. What a fun it is when you have such a nice pacifier with you in hand.

Later my daughter slept, I started feeling bored. I opened facebook.  I saw it was my mother’s b’day. How did I forget? God only know, with the little one next to me, I can forget my name too. I was thinking of calling my, then realized that If I call her now and tell I forgot her b’day, it would sound really rude. So I just opened googled, browsed for online flower and cake delivery service, and ordered and paid it through my phone. Few hours later, I got a call from my mom, saying “Thank you”. I just thanked my phone for it in my mind.

Finally I reached the destination. For some reason, my office couldn’t send me the cab. I had to take a pre-paid taxi from central station. I was kind of confused and bothered about travelling alone with a daughter in a new city. Intelligent me, woke up inside and asked me to use gprs. Yes, I could pick up few local road names, and act as though I knew the route to the place.

Luckily after sometime, my friends did join me up. I gave them the responsibility of taking care of my daughter. I went for work. Things can go wrong anytime. Like Murphy’s Law, I just copied the wrong document for the presentation.  By then, I got used to my phone and its capabilities. I just called office and asked my assistant to just send me the new presentation.  I said, things don’t happen that easily. There was a power failure and generator repair. I just showed then the complete presentation on my phone. I got lot of applause for not wasting time and for my presence of mind.

After sometime, my phone charge was down; I didn’t get so much time to charge it. But nothing did stop. I used my friend’s phone with my Vodafone sim card, and continued my day and other activities.  The network and internet did follow me everywhere I went. Thanks to Vodafone and internet for saving a big day my life. i spent all night playing on-line games.  took pictures of the new city and posted them FB instantaneously.  and told the complete story story to hubby through the video call.

Internet in mobile, saved me form ticket-less traveling, making my daughter eat and sleep with favorite song, made me wish my mom with best gift, pay my phone bill and carryout my office task without getting lost in the new city. Internet is so much fun and life saving if used properly.

The Internet is the most important single development in the history of human communication since the invention of call waiting.”- Dave Barry quotes

note: all this so happened just after the contest was announced. looking at the contest in mobile through my friends blog, i couldn’t stop writing’s it immediately. thought i didn’t know how to add pictures, i just used my desktop to re-edit it. hope i will other things too in internet on phone with more time spent on it.This post is part of a contest Internet is Fun on Indiblogger, sponsored by Vodafone. Check this out: www.vodafone.in/fun
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