A day at Home
“I think I am going to have headache”, with this thought, I got up in the morning. It was already 7.00 AM. It was clear that I would be late for office today. I had long pending work at bank and felt house needs immediate cleaning, to add to all these I think I do not feel well. Better I would take leave.
This decision gave a holiday mood. Humming my favourite song, i went to prepare coffee. Chintu had to be given malt drink. My good half an hour would be wasted cajoling him to drink it. These days he had become too adamant. If only Rakhesh did not have his tour plans this week, things would have been different. Without him, I find it difficult to manage Chintu alone.
“Ma, give me coffee. Tomorrow I will take that malt drink. O.K.?”, telling these words, Chintu woke up from his bed, tempted by fresh coffee smell. I smiled at him, with his malt drink in my hand, ready to tackle him and handle all his pranks.
I reached home leaving Chintu to his school. This road had become quite unsafe for children. Rather I would fetch him myself this evening.
I switched on the TV and thought of relaxing for some time. Suddenly I remembered my half done work at office. That Armenian contract was not so very important. I did not go through its finer details still. But what if client insists on further information today itself? Then definitely it would be handled by Ganesh. I had never seen an old fashioned guy like him. Insisting on his accepted age old ways and boasting at them. I wonder whether he belonged to this era. For sure the client would not be happy with the details he gives.
That thought made me restless for some time. Should I call and inform Gayathri to handle if at all there was a contingency? But even if I inform her, there is no guarantee that she would look into it. God, why did I decide to take leave today?
As I was thinking whether I should or should not call Gayathri, phone bell rang. Who could it be? Was it Ganesh wanting to get details about that Armenian contract? Oh no, I don’t want that to happen.
It was Rakhesh. He would be coming this evening.
High time to have lunch. I settled with sambhar rice. Not even a gallop went inside, I realized it was not prepared up to my usual standards. I could manage with it well, but Chintu would not. His lunch period would have got over by now. His taste buds had grown beyond limit and got satisfied only when the best is served. He would have thrown it somewhere and should be remaining hungry. What an irresponsible mother I am? Had I chosen to go to his school and give him his lunch, atleast I could have got him something else. Poor, boy would be feeling terribly hungry. I did not feel like eating, after I thought of it. Better I would have a nap.
I took that day’s newspaper and lied down on the bed. The second page news caught my attention. Riot in Trichy. Seven killed. What? Riot in Trichy? My God. Raakesh had to return from Trichy. He told he would be coming through bus and by this time he should be in bus. What if rioters catch hold of this bus and do some harm? The recent bus burning incident flashed in my mind and made me to loose my confidence. I felt like crying. But controlled my emotions and rang up to reach Raakesh. But he had switched off his mobile. He should be a brainless idiot. Why the hell should someone switch off his mobile? It would be better to throw it out than to switch it off. So u imagine I could sleep after this thought? I switched on the TV to confirm that no riots happened near Trichy recently. Nothing of that sort was informed for the next one hour and I felt relaxed.
This time again the phone rang. It was Gayathri. I felt greatly relieved that none disturbed that Armenian file. Still it was waiting for me to attend. Great. When I told my apprehension, she laughed and branded me with a unique nick name.
As I hung the phone, door bell rang. It was Raakesh, with Chintu. So soon, I wondered. Chintu hugged me “Ma, today some new caterer opened canteen. Our teacher sponsored lunch in that canteen as three of us scored high in story reciting competition. It tasted good. I did not eat sambhar rice”. I kissed him and felt happy.
“But why did u take leave today? U never told me the reason when I rang up?” asked Raakesh.
Only then did I realize that I neither went to bank nor cleaned the house. But what was happening to me? Some problem with my head? Or with my stomach? I was hungry. Oh no. Now I have the real headache. Headache due to tension and hunger.
Concerned Raakesh asked ‘Why did u have headache suddenly?’
I said, ‘because I took leave’.
This decision gave a holiday mood. Humming my favourite song, i went to prepare coffee. Chintu had to be given malt drink. My good half an hour would be wasted cajoling him to drink it. These days he had become too adamant. If only Rakhesh did not have his tour plans this week, things would have been different. Without him, I find it difficult to manage Chintu alone.
“Ma, give me coffee. Tomorrow I will take that malt drink. O.K.?”, telling these words, Chintu woke up from his bed, tempted by fresh coffee smell. I smiled at him, with his malt drink in my hand, ready to tackle him and handle all his pranks.
I reached home leaving Chintu to his school. This road had become quite unsafe for children. Rather I would fetch him myself this evening.
I switched on the TV and thought of relaxing for some time. Suddenly I remembered my half done work at office. That Armenian contract was not so very important. I did not go through its finer details still. But what if client insists on further information today itself? Then definitely it would be handled by Ganesh. I had never seen an old fashioned guy like him. Insisting on his accepted age old ways and boasting at them. I wonder whether he belonged to this era. For sure the client would not be happy with the details he gives.
That thought made me restless for some time. Should I call and inform Gayathri to handle if at all there was a contingency? But even if I inform her, there is no guarantee that she would look into it. God, why did I decide to take leave today?
As I was thinking whether I should or should not call Gayathri, phone bell rang. Who could it be? Was it Ganesh wanting to get details about that Armenian contract? Oh no, I don’t want that to happen.
It was Rakhesh. He would be coming this evening.
High time to have lunch. I settled with sambhar rice. Not even a gallop went inside, I realized it was not prepared up to my usual standards. I could manage with it well, but Chintu would not. His lunch period would have got over by now. His taste buds had grown beyond limit and got satisfied only when the best is served. He would have thrown it somewhere and should be remaining hungry. What an irresponsible mother I am? Had I chosen to go to his school and give him his lunch, atleast I could have got him something else. Poor, boy would be feeling terribly hungry. I did not feel like eating, after I thought of it. Better I would have a nap.
I took that day’s newspaper and lied down on the bed. The second page news caught my attention. Riot in Trichy. Seven killed. What? Riot in Trichy? My God. Raakesh had to return from Trichy. He told he would be coming through bus and by this time he should be in bus. What if rioters catch hold of this bus and do some harm? The recent bus burning incident flashed in my mind and made me to loose my confidence. I felt like crying. But controlled my emotions and rang up to reach Raakesh. But he had switched off his mobile. He should be a brainless idiot. Why the hell should someone switch off his mobile? It would be better to throw it out than to switch it off. So u imagine I could sleep after this thought? I switched on the TV to confirm that no riots happened near Trichy recently. Nothing of that sort was informed for the next one hour and I felt relaxed.
This time again the phone rang. It was Gayathri. I felt greatly relieved that none disturbed that Armenian file. Still it was waiting for me to attend. Great. When I told my apprehension, she laughed and branded me with a unique nick name.
As I hung the phone, door bell rang. It was Raakesh, with Chintu. So soon, I wondered. Chintu hugged me “Ma, today some new caterer opened canteen. Our teacher sponsored lunch in that canteen as three of us scored high in story reciting competition. It tasted good. I did not eat sambhar rice”. I kissed him and felt happy.
“But why did u take leave today? U never told me the reason when I rang up?” asked Raakesh.
Only then did I realize that I neither went to bank nor cleaned the house. But what was happening to me? Some problem with my head? Or with my stomach? I was hungry. Oh no. Now I have the real headache. Headache due to tension and hunger.
Concerned Raakesh asked ‘Why did u have headache suddenly?’
I said, ‘because I took leave’.
posted by fieryblaster at 6:03 PM
5 Comments:
Good story. But why no political writing these days in spite of you being "interested very much in politics". For instance, what is your opinion about the revelations in Mitrokhin's recent book?
Mitrokhin? i have not heard of him. ya i am interested in politics. but to write abt that topic, one shud have real stuff and unbiased mind. i will write well i feel confident.
Short, Sweet.. Well explained...
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Another feather to your Cap.
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Regards,
The Tycoon...
@ Pramodh: feeling great!:)
I, of course, a newcomer to this blog, but the author does not agree
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