JACK!! <3

 

My affair with Jack goes a long way back….. Whenever the news of my arrival would reach my native place, Jack would be all ready…eager to meet someone who loved him truly…. I vividly remember the 3 ½ year old me checking him out 😀 !! The moment I reached my ancestral home in Konkan, I’d run to the backyard…only to see him sitting atop a huge pile of logs of wood…the mere sight of him would make me drooool!!! 😛

So let’s meet my love… Jack…  🙂

 

 

 

Gotcha people!!  ;D

My fondness for Jack is something known to my entire village now! My people there would keep 6-7 jack fruits ready upon the pile of wood a day prior to my arrival for a week-long stay! And when I reached home, I’d shoot towards the backyard just to see if my unsaid demands have been met! 😀

Then the customary ‘Tichki’ ceremony would take place. In the presence of all the elders of my home, I would give 3-4 tichkis to each jackfruit (that’s how you find out if its ripe enough for consumption – it was taught to me by my great- grandma when I was a kid) and confidently declare,

“Hyo pikla…aaz kaapuyat” (This one’s ripe..we’ll cut it today)

With an approving nod, the chosen jack would be taken away from there. And all the people witnessing this actually knew which ones were ripe. They would just see if I would find the right one…and glee… I always did!!

I’d hear them say, “Your kid is smart” (I know, I know!! :P)

I have a record of eating an entire jackfruit in one sitting. And yes – no tummy ache or anything after that 😛 ! (Touchwood!!!). Imagine the look on my family’s faces (both immediate and extended) when they discovered that the entire jackfruit had been devoured by me – a 4 year old kid! A feat na? I should have had the sense to check out with the Guinness World Records people…even Limca Records would do! 😛

Reactions varied from…
“How did she…….an entire one??!!!!”
“Here have some coconut oil…you won’t get any tummy trouble!”
“I hope you didn’t drink water over it!!” ( A rule to be strictly followed, by the way – else you’ll end up shrieking at the Doctor’s with a terrible stomach ache! – Never happened to me though :P..Touchwood…again!!)

And my reply was simple..
“I don’t want anything…nothing happens to me!” 🙂

And I guess that’s the day when Jack fell in love with Jessica. (Why won’t he? I stood up for him against the masses…and cleared false allegations levelled against him……my poor little tough guy…!!)

Even today, whether I visit my native or not, my summers are incomplete without my Jackfruit quota. And whenever I go to the local bazaar to buy one for my family,…( I have to share here..its not free na 😛 ) the ‘tichki’ ritual is still intact as it was years ago!
This is the normal conversation:

Me : Bhaiyya, this is Kaapa…I want Rasaal..see its over there
Bhaiyya : How do you know? Are you from Konkan?
Me: ( With a broad grin lighting up my face) Yes…I am!
Now a little enlightenment here.
Quite a lot of people don’t know that Jack is broadly classified into two – Rasaal and Kaapa.

Rasaal – It’s smaller in size and each “gar” (the fleshy part inside) is very sweet and jiggly. It has to be consumed the day it is cut open. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love it! Even among Jack lovers, Rasaal fans specifically are typically hard to find.

Kaapa – The one’s which are not small 😛 The bigger and comparatively harder gars. They can be consumed over a period of 2-3 days. Preferred among jackfruit lovers. I won’t say I don’t like it – but I’d prefer rasaal over kaapa any day.

 

The sad part of our romance is that I get to see him only during these summer months..It’s tough..but I put up a strong front during the rest of the year…..I eat jackfruit chips…or something else that contains jackfruit….

A lot of people have so many complaints against Jack…
“Urghhh…he’s so smelly…can’t bear his smell!!”
“How can you even stand his sight…he looks weird!”
“I hate him…he made my tummy ache like hell….”

Well to all those people, nothing comes in between my love for Jack…After all, true love is accepting each other with flaws and all…

I’d still like to make my point here:
Jack has no flaws…it’s the people who are crazy…..Jack is the BESSTTTTT!!! 😀 😛

 

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My tryst with Public Transport!

I desperately wanted to get into BMCC (my senior college) right away after my 10th. With my 10th score, I would have easily made it into the college in the first merit list itself. But as per my dear  family, I was still not prepared to sustain the atmosphere of a “City College”.
So from their side it was :
“We’re not sending you ‘so far’ ‘so soon’. You can go there after 12th
Like I was going to evolve in those two years 😛

To be honest, I always felt that it was a cunning saazish – to ensure that I studied hard enough in my 12th boards to make it to the high cut-off of my desired college…which I did anyway…so that’s okay. Win-win situation for both. 🙂

Now. My college is right in the heart of Pune city, which is quite far from my home. So naturally, this question came up:

“Ma, how will I travel? It’s far na…”
“By bus, beta” (She probably knew it would come as a minor blow to me, hence the usage of “beta”)
“But Ma..I don’t really know that side of the city well..”
“It’s okay. Initially no one knows a thing. You’ll learn”

I braced myself for 4 hours of travel every day.
And did I learn? Hell, yeah!! Not only ‘that side of the city’, but also what travelling by public transport exactly is!

I’ve tried to bring to paper my kaleidoscopic experiences and lessons learnt as a public transport commuter for three years! Read on to know…. 😀

  • The virtue of Patience :
    Endless hours of waiting at bus stops….has definitely taught the impatient me the virtue of patience. In 3 years, public transport managed to teach me something that my family couldn’t in 17 years of co-existence. XD.

    Keep calm…the bus will arrive at its own sweet time any which ways  🙂

    This is the magical chant. You need to keep repeating this to yourself. It works.

    And do not commit the cardinal sin of learning up a bus time-table. That will only bring in more disappointment and frustration and aid you to lose your cool. 🙂

 

  • Unagi – the state of complete awareness :
    I can safely say that I’ve achieved Unagi. Maybe not completely, but enough for my survival!
    Three things to keep in mind:
    – Don’t fall
    -Keep yourself safe from falling people (apparently people lose their grip and stability in a bus)
    -If someone falls on you….two options are available: Save them from falling or Dodge.

    Pick-pockets around. At all times, keep one eye on your bags, backpacks, handbags, polythene bags, paper bags, all kinds of bags.(Unless you want to get out of the bus feeling lighter)
    And in case lady luck favours you, and you manage to get a seat, doze off, but better beware of the drivers and their thrilling brake applying skills. You sure don’t want to get out of the bus with something broken or swollen. 😛

 

  • Men will be men :
    No matter how you dress up, at all times, there will be those few idiots who will keep gawking at every woman who passes by. -_-  Comments will be passed, nudges…and the same old story…

    Funny incident: This drunk guy got into the bus. Fell on one lady. She started yelling, “He fell on me intentionally” This drama continued until someone realised the guy was drunk and he reeked of alcohol. The conductor took things in his hand and told the guy to get out of the bus. While he agreed after hurling few abuses, the comic part was when he fell on two more women while exiting the bus! The women were fuming, half the passengers were angry and other half, laughing!

    But again, there will also be these chivalrous men. They will be like:
    “You can occupy my seat if you want to”
    Some will oblige. Others will give them the ‘why is he offering his seat to me’ look.

 

  • The conductor keeps the show going :
    “Pudhe chala, pudhe chala” (Keep moving ahead, keep moving ahead)
    “Pudhche pudhe sarkat raha!” (People ahead keep moving ahead)

    Yep. That’s the conductor. Especially in a crowded bus, locating the conductor can be a task. But thanks to this war-cry of his, he’s easily detected.
    But on a serious note, the conductor can literally make the bus dance to his tunes (Ting-ting). 😛

    There was this funny incident, when a guy’s backpack got entangled with the conductor’s money pouch. Both parties didn’t notice. The guy’s stop arrived. He hurriedly made his way through the crowd, dragging the conductor along with him!!
    The conductor, almost out of the bus, half-irked half- smiling, said “Kick me itself out of the bus…that’s all that is remaining now!” Poor fella!
    But the laugh we passengers had!! 😀

 

  • Vacant seats are vacant for a reason :
    In a crowded bus if your eyes fall upon a seat that is vacant, DO NOT get excited to place yourself upon it! It’s vacant for a reason.Reasons may vary from:
    -Technical issues (screws may be loose)
    -It may be wet
    -Gross reasons like someone may have spat or puked on it. Don’t squirm. It happens.

 

  • Arguments add the required tadka :
    You will get to witness a whole range of arguments. Starting from minor bickering to verbal squabbles to full-blown brawls – we have it all on the menu!

    Agendas for the arguments will generally be:-
    -This is ladies seat (Ladies vs. One ignorant man/men)
    -This is senior citizen’s seat (Senior citizen vs. Some adamant youngster or fake Sr. Citizen)
    -Shift to the men’s side and don’t stick to the ladies! (Ladies vs. Men)
    -I don’t have change. (Big shots with no chutta vs. conductors)

 

  • Monsoons…..well…. :
    Wading from flooded bus stops to make your way into a cramped bus that has a leaking roof (which by the way, makes you feel like you’re still outside)….is annoying.The stairs of the bus will be slippery. Even if you get into the bus, you yourself will wonder how you managed to do it…There will be leaking umbrellas all around.
    And yes…that one big fat uncle, who prefers not to take off his dripping raincoat (even if it means soaking the people around).Also, people gleefully step on your foot/feet/footwear, painting it in the plush colours of the monsoon slush. -_-

 

  • Women will be…err….women! :
    Women have this ability  of calling their seats from ten miles away. They’ll fling whatever they have in hand – handkerchiefs, handbags, purses and even phones (the Smart ones) just to reserve their seats…Well..I’ve witnessed this too!

 

  • Last row seats should come with a caution :
    I’m saying this because the very first time I had occupied one of those seats, I had almost got flung outside the bus from the back door. Thanks to the excellent speed breakers and the driver’s toofani driving skills.

 

  • The joy of sighting the direct-home-bus :
    You’ll understand this only if you have had to switch buses to get home. And the mere sight of the bus that will take you home directly calls for a mini-celebration!
    The joy of watching that bus arrive and the motive to get into it no matter how crowded it is….is unexplainable! 😀

 

 

This journey of three years was indeed filled with bitter-sweet experiences and memories. At times ,any of this comes to my mind, it makes me smile. Travelling by bus has left me with so many incidents funny, scary, weird….I have treasure load of stories to narrate! When I look back, I realise that I learnt so many things. I came across situations where I had to make a call… defend myself…raise my voice. All of this has only made me stronger…and of course smarter 🙂

And I do realise what Ma actually meant when she said “You’ll learn” 🙂

 

The Muzzy Grammar Nazi tag :) / :(

Okay. Conceptual clarity.

Grammar Nazi.
HURLED AT : A specific clan of people whose veins and arteries carry Grammar, instead of blood.
HURLED BY : General slaughterers of the English language.

I have this habit of correcting peoples grammatical errors, misspelt words and pronunciations (In my defense, I would like to term it as ‘service to mankind in general’-even if it annoys many 😛 ).

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Exactly the kind of service to mankind I was talking about! 🙂

And I wasn’t really aware of this term “Grammar Nazi’ until someone used it for me! A little research and I get to know what it really means:

Grammar Nazi – Someone who habitually corrects grammar and/or spelling mistakes made by others in a conversation, both on and offline.

I did not know whether I should take it as a compliment or a taunt. So whenever you’re confused…or muzzy…switch to the neutral gear..

After all the ahem and uhmms…I accepted that was me… I had unwittingly earned this tag, probably after spending 14 years in the “Convent environment” – where grammar and discipline are the heart and soul, amongst everything else!

But still, to call me a Grammar Nazi? That hurts, na! Grammar Genius or Grammar something else would be fine. But Nazi? Considering history and all…..second thoughts….

I’m  sure a lot of you all must have tauntingly had this tag pasted upon you…especially if you’re a Convent product (this also invites the “Convent wale” tag) or even otherwise, if you have a good command over the language.

Well….let’s have a look at common traits and characteristics of Grammar Nazis.
So if you’re a Grammar Nazi (Genius 😛 ) you could totally relate to what I’ve listed!

  1. Even 10 years after passing out of school, you can rattle the types of tenses and clauses after being woken up from a deep sleep right in the middle of the night!
  2. The sight and sound of the teeniest grammatical error rings that alert bell in your brain. You raise eyebrows. Your ears prick up. And you’ll have this immediate urge to rectify the detected error right then, right there…sadly enough, it’s not possible always…

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    This actually happens!!

  3. The Wren & Martin is your grammatical Bible. These guys should get their due credit. They stood by you through thick and thin (5th to 12th standard 😛 ). And whenever you looked up to them, you had to do it with a dictionary by your side!
  4. You yourself face a grammatical dilemma at times! You write something…you look at it…something here just doesn’t look right!! Is the tense wrong? Is the sentence formation right? Punctuation?………..blah! -_-
  5. The very people who tagged you, will run to you for help when they find themselves in a grammatical crisis!
  6. You sympathize with your fellow Grammar Nazi brethren!! Whenever the language is murdered in any form anywhere, your eyes will immediately meet! :)(Aaaaah…that sense of reassurance!!)
  7. And sometimes…those rare golden opportunities where your fellow Grammar Nazi makes an error!! The joy of roasting the poor fellow! XD
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  8. You have your moments of embarrassment too!! It’s like you’ll be making a big fuss about someone’s error and while doing this you’ll unknowingly end up making a mistake…which will be promptly caught by your otherwise unaware-about-grammar fellow!
  9. Punctuation matters…a LOT! Because you know the entire meaning of the sentence changes owing to the presence or absence of the humble family of commas and full stops!
  10. And then there are those times when all you can do is sit back and watch the language being slaughtered! It’s free entertainment in its own way 😀 !
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They nailed it! 😀

 

I had to be very alert while typing this article! Didn’t want 6 and 7 to be pointed out in the comments section!

If you could relate to the blog and if I’ve missed out on anything, feel free to leave your peculiar Grammar Nazi traits in the comments section!

 

So people, have fun reading! And thanks a lot for following Bohemian Blues! 🙂
It really encourages me to write and come up with new stuff!! 🙂

Naamkaran Ceremony of my Blog!

Pehla baccha hai….accha naam rakhna padega! LOL!
This was the exact thought in my head when I was looking out for an apt name for my….err…baccha.
And believe me (or not), it took me almost a week to finally choose something unique and catchy.

To be honest, some of the blogs that I religiously follow have out-of-the-box, whacky names…so I had to activate my think tank to get something hatke out of it…

PART 1
“How about Tattletales?” I pinged my sister while she was at her workplace.
Now a quick detour. I was watching FRIENDS Season3 Episode4: Thanksgiving Lightning Confessions.

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I think you got the gist of what I’m trying to say here!

After an hour she replies “You know what it means right?”
I quickly replied, ”Yeah” (rolling my eyes) and sent her this too.

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She plainly replied, “Think of something better”
“Duh…okay…”

 

PART 2
Now…I always had this fascination for the word ‘Fernweh”. Its a beautiful German word that means ‘longing for a distant place’ or simply….Wanderlust.
And just to give it an Alliteral effect, I suffixed Fernweh with ‘Flutters’.

Fernweh Flutters. Sounds nice

Heading to the Approval Department (Mom included this time), which by the way, flatly rejected my proposal citing “it makes no sense” as the reason….. -_-

 

PART 3
Suddenly, another German word “Luftmensch” popped into my head.
Luftmensch – Persons with tendency to dream….

Luftmensch…what…?….Loiters…?
I cannot understand my affinity towards Alliteration (Probably it was the easiest Figure of Speech 😛 )

So I concluded…if Fernweh cannot flutter…Luftmensh cannot loiter….
Didn’t even head to the Approval Department….

 

PART 4
Just after dinner….My sister asked me, ”How about The Lone Musketeer?”
I snapped back, “I don’t want my people to think my blog is about a single girl who is ranting about her boring life” (Little clarification here: Single life rocks…;) )

But again I wasn’t able to come up with something nice…so reluctantly I agreed…

 

PART 5
The very next day, I came across an article in  Times Life – Bohemian Embroidery in vogue.
Something clicked. I kinda knew what bohemian meant…some hippie gypsy thing…but just to make sure, I looked it up in the dictionary. There it was, gazing back at me..
Bohemian – An unconventional or non-conformist artist or writer

THAT IS SO ME!!! 😀
My eyes lit up.
I lit up 😀

Okay. What goes with Bohemian…
What does any person with an unconventional way of life face?….Hardships?….or better..Blues?? (See….Alliteration…again :P)
And right there….

BOHEMIAN BLUES!!!!
Sounds cool enough.
Got it approved too! 😀

 

Finally my baccha has a name….!! 😀

So here we go…a little about me… :)

 

Well…for starters…I’m a convent school survivor! Not only school, even junior college..(though I have to admit that junior college was better). And as of now, I’ll be graduating in the month of July  from one of the best institutions of commerce in Pune (BMCC).

Don’t ask me about my future plans! In a confused state of mind..its like I know yet I’m not sure…best, chuck it for now..

Umm..what else should you know about me?…uhmm..okay

I’m fluent in five languages (English, Hindi, Marathi, Konkani and German).I’m a proud polyglot and its something that I love bragging about! And I share the exact polyglot status with my sister, so we kinda have a secret code language!:p And man, its fun!

I loveeee to read! I’m not a geek, but a voracious reader who won’t notice anyone’s existence when there’s a book in hand. I can read anything and everything that I lay my hands on with an enviable speed (don’t miss the smirk on my face here! :p). But novels and poetry..they’re special…they are food for my soul 🙂                                                                                   
 I’m a singer too – professionally trained in the art of bathroom singing. And I also love listening to music..its my stress buster :).

I’m extremely creatively inclined. I like drawing and painting. My pallets and brushes and colours are what I call my “Weapons of Mass Creation” 😉  Sometimes the Poetess in me also awakens 🙂

Photography is something that I’m passionate about. I’m a living proof that you don’t need a DSLR to win a photography competition!

I’m trained in Taekwondo (A Korean martial art form) and I love playing Badminton. Also, Swimming! I’m a hard-core Cancerian and a Aqua-holic water baby!! 😀

Apart from this, I’m a child at heart who finds happiness in the smallest of all things 😀 (Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens kind of person)                                                    Also yes a chatter-box whose jaws ache if shut for more than half an hour.
I would list myself into the Ambivert category-I love having lots of people around me but after a while I’ll start questioning the existence of everything around me.
And If ever you need an example for a living Paradox..you can safely go ahead with my name.
                                     
And I have a sweet tooth ( or should I say sweet mouth? Coz I can gorge on sweets unapologetically at any moment 24/7 365 days of the year!)

Okay this needs a special mention: The above mentioned me , is a loyal FRIENDS fan :D. Suits follows closely.

Oh and yes..I’m a conscious and vocal feminist…who believes in equality.

Lastly, writing is my passion…join me on my Boho-journey…and you’ll see! 😀
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