MONDAY BLUES (41)

WHAT TO DO?

Hi Friends,

After having a rather strenuous weekend, Monday is back to torture me too. I guess these days, I am seeing too much of blue with my heart bleeding red. 😂😂😂. Anyway, the most popular question that everyone faces at some point of time is What to do? How to do? When to do? Why to do?

For the homemakers, the most important question is what to do for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. For the aspiring students, which course and career to pursue? For the youth completing graduation and looking for employment, what kind of job should I look for?

The ‘Wh’ questions are undoubtedly, a part of life. Sometimes I feel like I am a part of the most thrilling mystery novel called Life. I guess I will never what kind of obstacles would suddenly resurface to attack and demoralize me but I have a weapon ready with me. Here’s my poem

RISING LIKE PHOENIX

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Rising like Phoenix.

I know my time is yet to come.

But I won't lose my heart. 
Like Phoenix, I will rise and shine. 
To prove my detractors wrong. 


Let the haters taunt me with snide remarks.
 
Let them give me scornful looks. 
I am turning deaf ears to the unpleasant noises. 
And forge ahead with a graceful stride. 



Like Phoenix, I am reborn from my ash. 
My past is well dead, and I cremated it. 
Now I know whom to trust. 
It's me and only me. 
It's time to move, and I must. 




Someday, I am sure to succeed. 
I will keep trying until then. 
Giving up without trying is disgusting. 
Failure will never deter me from surging ahead 
Like a Falcon in the sky.

Now, the mischievous child in me questions, “have you finished putting your readers to sleep with your boring saga of the woman in distress?”

Well, I am speechless. I am reminded of my childhood. My great grandma was a great story teller. My brother and I used to sit beside her and she would tell very interesting tales of all kinds, ghosts, humorous, real life pranks of our mom and aunts and uncles. This one dates back to the days before she got married.

In those days, during the British rule, to be more precise, the groom’s consent was more important than the bride’s. If a boy approved a girl, she couldn’t voice her rejection and ultimately get married. The rate at which children were produced was rather alarming. 😂😂😂😂😂.

Getting back to the story, great grandma was very dark in complexion. Her parents were worried about the upcoming visit from the prospective suitor and his parents. They wanted her to be approved. Those were the days when cosmetics weren’t freely available. So, her mother, dabbed her face with rice flour to make her dark skin look white. When great grandma came with a tray of tea and offered it to the guests, the flakes of the flour, peeled off from her face and dropped on the floor, leaving her face half black and half white. The suitor and his family burst out laughing at my great grandma’s predicament but nevertheless, she was approved and they got married. Their marriage was short lived as her husband passed away shortly when my grandpa was born.

So much for the golden memories. I hope you liked this funny take of my great grandma.

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