Time!…Not always cures

It was not long when she realised her decision of leaving everything
for the sake of her beloved was a wrong one. Those were not just few
countable hardships that she faced after her beloved turned hubby whom
she felt was a complete stranger now had left her with his parents
before leaving for his workplace. Shagorika never in her darkest
dreams had imagined this would be her life, where she would have an
unwanted, unloved, disrespected life in years to come also. Was that
wrong on her part to have that intense feeling to be loved madly by
that unknown, unseen but very special someone. Time and again this
unknown image would creep inside leaving her filled with guilt and
disgrace. Was she wrong to have wanted this? Or was it something
natural?
Shagorika would spend hours standing and staring at her image
thoughtlessly, in front of the mirror that was stuck on the thin tin
door of her Mom-in laws almira. At times she too could sense how
stuck that mirror would feel…. . Days together she found herself
more and more worthless. Suddenly it was a rendezvous with her past
life. Which part of it was the fact? Her Baba’s repeated
affirmations, pride that he had in her or the one now; who was
addressed as careless, neglectful, clumsy, greedy, game
planner……and the list went on….. Though at times she did wonder
how on earth could she be careless clumsy and a game planner at the
same time, which did make her giggle at times that ended up wetting
her pillow with tears. Strange it was, yes her experience in both her
so called home’s. In her Father’s house nobody was allowed to be sad
as he believed that a sad heart would bring bad days upon the house
and the members living; whereas here everyone slept so peacefully.
Possibly her tears didn’t matter here. If so, then why on earth was
she here? Answer being what `People would say’…… Funny t`was but
equally a fact. ‘Would this be her life always?` she kept wondering each day as the years slipped off slowly.
Finally the day arrived when her beloved turned hubby was to reach
home and Shagorika looked her best. She was all set to flaunt before
him and sweep him off with her beauty, but that was all in vain coz
semi kilos of filthy cockroaches were nicely collected, killed and
their bodies made to wait in airtight jars to welcome her hubby so as
to give him proofs of how inefficient Shagorika was and equally what a
wrong decision was taken by her husband to have married her. Thereby
resulting into a chaos, drama, shouting, scolding a wife who waited
for want of love, and ` Hey! Finally target achieved!’…Possibly her
husband never realised when Shagorika started blaming him for all her
miseries.
Interestingly enough, her life was no less than a circus. There were
days when she was insulted and asked to leave the house…and then
called back assuring this will be the last episode of chucking her
out. To her amazement, slowly this became a trend which was later
religiously followed by her beloved turned hubby.
Shagorika, a middle aged woman, a commerce graduate, MCom, CA which
she did before marriage; all in all a well educated person who had a
tattered self-respect, unloved shrivelled broken heart, with angry
eyes always waiting to shed tears, her voice shrieking, complaining,
shouting at the slightest of errors and mistakes of others, her body
always alert not to be touched ever. Strangely enough her recent
present life had changed her overall personality so drastically that
her family wondered how a soft person like her could become so
foul……….
She did succeed in changing herself, may be started enjoying how badly
she treated the rest around her but her daughter….. And yesss….Now
she never felt that guilt and disgrace imagining spending time with
that unknown…unseen…special one!

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A touching lill story…

A touching lill story….

Once upon a time there was a small family Mummy ,Daddy and their two kids -a son and a daughter.
The family was a close knit one they shared all their sad, tough and happy moments together with eachothers support.
As time passes…the other members realized that the eldest member of the family was becoming strange and short tempered.
Whenever anyone approached him to share their woe he would become furious and look down at them …abused them and infact held his family responsible for all his miseries.

The members of the family were very hurt and clueless by this strange change in the fathers behaviour. So they tried to give him more love, affection and cuddles….but all in vain.. coz they were now charged to be doing this out of some motive.

The mother and the kids were heartbroken. Time passed n the family started to keep a distance from father unintentionally…naturally coz no one wanted to be yelled at.
One day there occurred a mishap in the family when the father was out and the mother got serious injuries while trying to intervene. All three cried their heartout hugging eachother. That eve… mother while lying in bed said that how she wished the father would have been at home to save them all..when suddenly her kids put their little hands on her lips ….they said let’s promise never to tell this episode to the father as he will not understand the problem and instead pickout faults and only scold us and this will be more painful.
The mother kept quiet but did realise that the father has gone far out of their reach so much so that even his own family lost their faith on him.

Shouting and looking down can never be solution .
Give as much love so that the one we love can look up to us without any fear…ANYTIME!

I’m a wife….

I whither ..I toil…to make the ends meet I just keep trying
I’m a mother and a wife…but to fall ill that I can’t buy.
Time up time down…i have to be on my toes the whole day long….and what’s wrong…reason being they all are mine not anon.
Believe I’m not super woman…a simple lady with little more expectation underlying…
A mother ..a wife I am but to fall ill I cannott buy….
Pointing fingers is easy I must say…..Oh! Yes I’m loved , I’m cared …treasured n beseeched too coz my blues takes their smiles away.
My days n nights are surrounded by them but still why…….to fall ill I cannot buy.
The milkman, the maid, the washerman n my scattered house forget them all here I should not may…everything looks now so incomplete…for I’m a mother and a wife…but to fall ill I cannot buy.
It’s long now…enough of my leave …my pending work piling in my own house lay….
Fact remains that I need to be there throughout rushing and running ….but to fall ill for long I cannot buy….
Tulika

I’m a wife….

I whither ..I toil…to make the ends meet I just keep trying
I’m a mother and a wife…but to fall ill that I can’t buy.
Time up time down…i have to be on my toes the whole day long….and what’s wrong…reason being they all are mine not anon.
Believe I’m not super woman…a simple lady with little more expectation underlying…
A mother ..a wife I am but to fall ill I cannott buy….
Pointing fingers is easy I must say…..Oh! Yes I’m loved , I’m cared …treasured n beseeched too coz my blues takes their smiles away.
My days n nights are surrounded by them but still why…….to fall ill I cannot buy.
The milkman, the maid, the washerman n my scattered house forget them all here I should not may…everything looks now so incomplete…for I’m a mother and a wife…but to fall ill I cannot buy.
It’s long now…enough of my leave …my pending work piling in my own house lay….
Fact remains that I need to be there throughout rushing and running ….but to fall ill for long I cannot buy….
Tulika

You will be my friend always!

My Frnd you are, you were and you will be..
Yes miss my moments of your presence around me..
Those sudden bursts of laughters…
Intimating words with blink of eyes..
Pushing my shoulders repeatedly with books to show that you care ..
pulling my pony to assure ..”..OK will sit together tomorrow…now smile my dear it’s fair…

That simple look, that obvious smirk, hitting casually with your scale and then inquiring did it hurt?

Your image for all was .. That studious…serious.. and devastatingly smart… but dear makes me proud to know the real you who was much more than simulacre..

My days of distress..anger..n pain..i wonder what had been like if you wernt there then .
Simple ,really those lovely days were..gushing out my feelings before you ..and your instant feedback was there..
I now ponder..what kept me so sure, confident n sedate.
Why nevr I thought of my days without this special you..come what may..will have to take my share of solitude..loneness..friendlessness…
Fine I do miss you and stretch we shared…but thankx for the smiles you scattered round me …that helps shrug my shoulders and start my day afresh….
Tulika

Oh Woman …be patient my dear!

Woman O Woman listen you must and be patient my dear…
When tough gets going and the going gets tough , erect stand u just we know how strong you can be before the fear…
Son a daughter , a husband they are your priceless possessions , for them you worry, earn cook and rush but miss not so many more of them…for they so tediously read ,analyse and research on you. Forget not a graph they carry , n Mark’s assigned too…do what you may but give no chance to them your shortcomings they bear…

Woman O Woman listen you must and be patient my dear…
Its Summer oh yeah, this is Why this beer, go we must bare or flood in perspire, but no you shouldn’t show that sexy leg out there .. where have they had cold breeze where the sun glare …

Woman O Woman listen you must and Be Patient my dear…
A warm tight hug, a kiss a pat on your hands And all that just to show that u R cared ? … These matter to you, but you need to understand here
Life is work, life is to be aware , lifes lot more than the list u r stuck with out there….

Woman Oh Woman listen you must and Be patient my dear!!
By Tulika B Mukherjee

‘Your book calling…’

Hello again from Tulika B Mukherjee and Team Katjalyka. First of all do excuse me for this prolonged postponement in posting this blog, 3rd in row of ‘Your book calling…’

My lovely writers, by now you must have mastered the four basic habits of LSRW, that will play a vital role in helping you to take a leap towards your goal. Besides chiselling your skills of reading, writing, learning and speaking; I’m sure a large number of you must be experiencing those very familiar nagging obstacles and certain emergencies while writing.

Let us jot down some of these ‘Road Blocks in Writing’, so to say.

1. I don’t feel like writing.

2. What should I write? What do my reader’s want?

3. Oh, my limited dictionary! Or my brain shrinking?

4. I don’t have time.

5. I’m a good story teller, but writing is not my cuppa tea!

6. How do I start? I feel stuck.

7. Wonder where am I heading to?

……

And the list goes on? Droll I may sound , but of course yes ! You are most welcome to write some of your types, silly but outstandingly smart obstructions because these are the ones that effectively keep you off- track and naturally give you strange reasons not try your skills on paper. I’m sure you feel really are identifying with the situation you may be into.

So here you are , let me resolve these irksome issues in the simple way, but wait, remember not to let go off these dissolutions and keys everytime you suffer from the mind lock thing. For example the mixed reaction of the want and NOT’ wanting to write at the same point of time, feeling clueless and oblivious?

Oh, come on ! That’s natural. No one is a born writer. Slow down. Practice deep breathing; it’s very helpful to pull down your stress levels. Concentrate on your approach towards writing. Most of your problems are solved if you counter these 5 ‘ Run Off The Mill’ questions.

A. Do I have a problem?

B. What is that problem?

C. Does my problem have solutions?

D. How many solutions are there?

E. What is the best solution?

Being a Personal Developer and Life Coach myself, I always suggest these obvious questions to be answered first. These help in getting to the bottom of any type of situation no matter what, and yes one has to be truthful while laying to rest them. Sounds fiddly is it? And make sure you meet one problem at a time.

After having read these questions, Im sure my future story teller’s and amanuenses must have come into terms with their snag. Accordingly let us find riposte to some possible self doubt queries.

Answer A. “Yes ! I do have a problem.”

Answer B. ” My problem is what do I write.”

Answer C. ” Yes ! Every problem has a solution.”

Answer D. ” I gave 3 solutions. I can write a short story, a novel or a poem.”

Answer E. ” I think the best solution would be to write a short story, that can keep me motivated to write and will finish fast.”

….. Wow! So you see, a work well begun is half done.

Stay blessed and keep writing

## 4th in row ‘Your book calling…’## Exercises to ‘Train the Brain’