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In the still of the night, life is



A bunch of clichés


The house is too neat,


No shoes trip my feet,


No wet towel on the bed,


No papers spread on the table,


No early morning alarm


to curse


No you to nudge and shake


I am alone


Wide awake



so when you called


I said



Hi, I am fine. Yeah, I managed to sleep at night. No didn't cry , kept the bathroom light on and a knife under my pillow. So, do you know when the course will be over? Any chance of coming back earlier? Ok Ok , I know it hasn't even started yet ..Yes I know, I’ll get used to it…



I meant



I miss you.





Posted in Personal.

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Name Tag



A while back, I had written apost which briefly touched on the touchy subject

of married women and their names. In this post, I had put forth my view point, namely that I did not mind changing my surname post marriage. One of the interesting comments on that was from a lady, whose view point was a little different from mine.


At the time, I was a quite busy in the real world, so I didn't really take up the issue immediately. However, in the spirit of better late than never, here's my rejoinder, as applicable to me '


Before I got married, I used to be known as Monishikha Bhattacharya. Now , I prefer Monishikha Roy-Choudhury as opposed to Monishikha Bhattacharya Roy-Choudhury.


Why? Well, I could say that filling out the name column of forms was hard enough with my maiden name, so I'd rather not complicate matters with my full name ;).


Now, one may ask, why drop the maiden surname and keep the married surname. My answer to that:


Legally , I am Mrs Monishikha Roy-Choudhury nee Bhattacharya ,a fact which I knew and accepted as an adult . In the environment that I live in (i.e.an Air Force campus) ,I do, by virtue of being married to my husband who is an IAF officer, and whether I like it or not , for official purposes, I am Mrs Roy-Choudhury . In the social context, i.e. in ALL my interactions with friends, neighbours and Air Force acquaintances, I don't use a surname, I am Mini or Monishikha, depending on who I am talking to. Both of these are names given to me by my parents, and I like them enough to use them with pride.


As far as being known as somebody's wife is concerned, well, for a large part of my life ,I was known as my parent's daughter to their friends, Mini to mine, and Monishikha to my teachers. When I was living alone , my colleagues knew me as Monishikha Bhattacharya, my friends still knew me as Mini. Post marriage, my husband's friends as well as mine, know me as Mini, and some of them are in fact , amazed to find out that I have another name too.


So whether you know me as Mini, Monishikha , or Monishikha Roy-Choudhury nee Bhattacharya, I AM an ever-changing sum of many factors, such as my genes, upbringing, values , thoughts, ideas ,interactions with my parents, sibling, spouse , society etc., and the "adoption" or "rejection" of my husband's surname does not add to or detract from who I am.





Posted in Personal.

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Re-Beeing-The-Bee



We are finally back home after a month long vacation with both our families, which means there’s a

Dusty house to be cleaned
Cockroaches to be chased
Maid to be tackled
Groceries to be restocked
Meals to be cooked
The blues to be chased away…


An “Adult” me to be dug up out of somewhere….


and maybe an actual blog to be written sometime



Posted in Blogs.

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HuH!!



WHY do all the big questions and revelations of life strike so late at night?


Why do these same revelations and questions seem insignificant in the morning?


WHAT am I going to wear to the New Years Eve Party?


WHY AM I POSTING THIS?


WHY am I up so late when I should be snuggling up in bed?



Posted in Just rambling.

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Rules are meant to be….(Lost reposted)

This is a re-post of an earlier post…why …Just Like That..I AM on vacation after all;)



Ever since I was a kid, a visit to the railway station meant the acquisition of at least ONE new book, if I was just meeting someone, and at least two or three if I was going somewhere, anywhere, on a train.



On a train trip back to the grind at Delhi , ( from a too short weekend at home), around eight at night , I was knee deep into an Agatha Christie, when my peripheral vision and hearing latched on to two young men who boarded the train at a minor station. Apparently they had to travel on extremely short notice to Gwalior ( which was just 4hrs away ),and after much wrangling with the TT for last minute seats in that 3rd AC compartment, one of them came and sat on my berth.



By this time, due to my trusty peripheral vision and the fact that he was in camos (camouflage uniform and heavy boots) , I had correctly recognised this guy (and his friend) as a Y.O..i.e. Young Officer( in army jargon) or, “hmmmmm…Interesting, I wonder if he’s a bachelor” in grown-up-still-single- daughter-of-army-officer parlance ;).However ,in accordance with my self imposed rule of minimum contact with fellow passengers, (applicable to solo train journeys only), I continued to scan the greek book in my hand, pretending that I was the only one sitting there.



After an hour or so, he commented politely-



"Ma'am , whenever you'd like to lie down, please let me know , I'll go up to the middle berth."



As I was at an interesting point (in the book;), I told him that he could continue sitting for some time to come, since I had no plans of going to sleep just yet ( I was and still am a late bird and an insomniacal train traveler ).Since the ice had cracked a bit, he asked what I was reading (of course he couldn't read the inch high title of the book;) and thus began a conversation ,during the course of which he discovered that I was a card carrying member of S.O.D.A i.e “Senior Officer’s Daughters Association” ( an imaginary sorority whose existance I deny ;) and I discovered that other than being a Y.O , he was also a member of S.O.S.A (again ,an imaginary organisation as according to the members;) and many an interesting similarity in the lives that we had led so far.



A few hours later , we had exchanged numbers , and he had left the train at Gwalior. We haven’t spoken or met each other since, however the ease with which we could converse, helped me take a decision that I'd been mulling over for a while , namely whether I should marry back into the services or not .



As of now, I haven't regretted my decision for a single moment.




Posted in Personal.

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SuryaLanka

A few days back, we spent a few days at a relatively unknown beach called “SuryaLanka” , on the east coast of AP. There’s an APTDC “resort” there ,and a small Air Force station. We took advantage of our fauji connection and stayed at the latter, because apparently the “resort” doesnt even run a restaurant…sigh…Anyway it’s a nice quiet beach, and worth the nearly 400 km drive from Hyderabad, IF one carts along a beach umbrella , and a well equipped Icebox :D

Posted in Holiday.

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Hibernation

Mini the worker bee, is now Mini Lazeeeeeeee bones..on a holiday

Loads to write about, like my short vacation by the sea…photographs will follow…for now, I am just being
lazy…hazy…maybe..YAAaaaaaWWWWWWwwwwwwwnnn…


Meanwhile in true TV serial style, I’ll point you to a rerun that never really ran

Lost


Folks there’s something wrong with the link to this post of mine….it’s called “Lost” and it lives up to its name!!!! It’s also on “My Best Posts” list as an experiment to see if anyone can FINALLY reach/read it …So please click on that link and let me know..hmmmm…maybe I’ll repost it….

Posted in Holiday.

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HazyLazy


I play





words said,



unsaid,



thoughts swirl



preen and curl



till the break of day





I am





your waking dream





Posted in Blogs.

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I am



People often express surprise and a certain amount of “concern” (dripping with sarcasm) at the fact that I am wasting my education as an Engineer by giving up on a fledgling career in the IT industry , to be able to live with my husband at his various “way-out-of-the-way” postings. They “wonder” how I can stoop to being “just” a school teacher ,” I mean the money’s nothing”. Well meaning “seniors” warn me that later in life, I might covet the success that career women of my generation have.


A married friend of mine takes great objection to being called Mrs XYZ, because she feels that her identity and individuality is threatened by the “Mrs” tag. I on the other hand, have no qualms about being known as Mini/Monishikha/Mrs MRC depending on who I am speaking to.


Needless to say, these things do make me question, whether I will actually regret it, and whether I am just parasiting off a successful husband. I wonder, and I realise that I didn’t mind leaving a prospective career behind because



  • I am an engineer by fluke, as in , I did it because I could and my parents insisted. Yes, those aren’t exactly the best reasons for doing it, but hey, at 17 , I thought I didn’t have a better option, so NO REGRETS.

  • It was my choice to marry my husband (whom I really liked and wanted to be with) knowing that he’d be moving base every two or three years, and no matter what works for others, a long distance marriage just isn’t my cup of coffee.

  • The fact that I don’t really bring home the kill, doesn’t detract from the fact that I do clean and cook it…Parasitic that aint.

  • I enjoy my present job as a teacher, for various reasons of my own, not the least of which are the daily free, hands on lessons in child psychology.


Folks, this is not about feminism and women’s lib, so before you get the big guns out, please remember that ultimately I do have a right to live my life the way I choose, and I choose to live it like this. Right now, I am happy with my choice, lets see what the future brings .As far as changing my name goes, who was it who said that about a rose:)




Posted in Women.

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Going…going…gone

I am in the process of changing ISPs…(from the frying pan to the fire;)…so for the next few days I might be virtually extinct;)Till then…watch this space (comments are also welcome;p)

Posted in Blogs.

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