It was 11pm,my son was fast asleep.I was watching television,my husband was reading a book. He got up to use the bathroom. He went,opened the door and just stood there.He didn't say a thing.I looked up and asked him why he was just standing there.And after an excruciatingly long silence,he tells me he saw a snake on the geyser.And now it was gone.He went inside and checked everywhere and found no traces of it. He told me it must have gone out,just the way it made its way inside.I was stunned,speechless and went numb just knowing that there was a snake in my bathroom. How am I supposed to be even using it in the future,knowing it had free access and knew its way out.He went inside,used the bathroom,came out,locked the bathroom door from outside, and simply said,"Nothing to get worried about.Just get back to sleep. Its not there." He is used to to such things, but definitely not me.I was freaking out here,and was wondering how hes able to be so calm,even after sighting a creepy,crawly creature in our very bathroom. I'd lie if i said I had a good night's sleep.The next morning,my husband was the first one who entered the bathroom,scanned every bit of it and gave it the clearance required,so that i could use it.But every second I spent in the bathroom was terrifying,not knowing where the snake is going to come out from.That day,when the orderlies arrived,checked for the snake,didn't find any and went about cleaning the place,cementing every crevice,packing up the windows with newspapers wherever there was a gap and at the end of it,made it feel like it was secure.After a few visits to the bathroom,I just got used to it. Everything got back to normal.That night,around 9pm,my son had to brush his teeth,so I went along,switched on the light and opened the bathroom door. And there it was again,the snake,and this time all perched up near the window,crawling slowly in its own happy pace.I immediately shut the door and called my husband.I was stunned and shocked,on seeing it return.We decided we need help now,someone has to do something about it.Our help arrived..my husband's orderly came immediately after he got a call from us.We decided to take a stroll and get back after he had caught the snake,since I didn't want my son to see a snake in the bathroom and get paranoid.But I was wrong.Although we didn't speak much about this incident in front of him, my two and half year old understood quite clearly what was happening.After a good 15 minutes we got back home, only to find a brown snake,about 3feet long all curled inside a used plastic water bottle,very much alive. We still can't believe how he managed to catch the snake alive and all the more in disbelief to see it neatly inside a bottle.He wanted to catch it alive and let it out somewhere else,so that it can live in peace.My son was so excited on spotting a snake and the best part,all curled up inside a bottle.He spoke about it for days.Our residential quarters are usually situated away from the city, a midst a lot of greenery and thick foliage.We are almost prepared for such things, but when they enter your home is when the drama unfolds.

"Mama,what happened?"
"Nothing baby."
"Was Coop angry with you?"
"No dear."
"Did the Ice cream guy refuse to give ice creams to Coop?"
"I don't know sweetie."
"Did Mr.Kat hit Coop and Dennis?"
"Maybe, baby."
"Okay. Millie must have taken Mr.Kat to Mrs.Munzen's house to play. I want to play with Coop."
"Huh!"

Conversation that my two and half year old son had with me hours after he watched an animation series on television. I am amazed that he remembers all the names of the characters and tried to make a story himself.

Flow of words and thoughts is an art. I try hard and still can't put down what I want on paper. Its so hard finding the right words to explain our feelings or thoughts.
I try hard to put a few words together so that it makes sense,but never have I done a good job.I, always and every time feel I have fallen short a long long way in expressing myself correctly. I envy those who write so beautifully and do such a great job.Working very hard on that aspect, but looks like one has to be born with that kind of talent.

For close to thirteen years
Through the smiles and tears
Held my hand
In the moving sand
Looked out for me
Always standing by me
With time passing
The bond tightening
Never too loud
To the Almighty bowed
Thank You
The terrific duo
Breaking free
Is easy
Remain the same
No matter what game
Its never a shame
To stay in a frame.


(Dedicated to my two close friends)

I am too skeptical about a lot of things. I find men are no longer chivalrous, there are very few who are well mannered, very few who respect another person's feelings,very few who are caring,...because mostly I come across self centered,opportunistic and selfish people. But today, I witnessed an incident and felt,that after all not everyone is like that. My husband and I were going on a drive,when we saw that a cat had been hit by a heavy vehicle ,and did not survive.A man,in his twenties, who was on a two wheeler,stopped,parked his motorbike, picked up the dead cat from the middle of the road and put it near a tree,on the side of the pavement and covered it with some dry leaves and left on his bike. He gave the cat a dignified farewell when no one bothered. I can't even imagine the plight of the carcass if he hadn't moved it from the road.
Hats off to that good Samaritan.

Sad. Very Sad to see the kind of medical treatment the poor get in this country. No money equals no right to live. Pathetic. The Callous government is always thinking of being in power and amassing wealth for themselves. Yesterday's news about 11 newly born babies dying in a government hospital due to negligence is shocking,to say the least. If the country's top party's president needs a surgery,she takes off to the US. The country's leading movie actor needs a surgery,he takes off to the US. Thats the kind of faith they have in our doctors and hospitals. So,the poor in this country have no right to live,no right to question,will perish...people like us who can just about manage to pay a doctor's fee in a private hospital,may survive a few more years...but the privileged lot like the politicians,and the other rich who have lots of money and have no time for philanthropy, will definitely live a long life, just like cockroaches.