Nothing in our lives happens without drama, not even a simple trip to Patiala. I think Peter wrote his principle “Anything that has to go wrong, shall and will go wrong” by observing families like us.
We love each other to bits, and would actually blow each other into bits and love each and every bit fiercely and with equal intensity. That is us …
The trip to Patiala happened thanks to the extremely young and dynamic publisher, Mr. Kunal Marathe of Authors Empire. He assured me when he took my manuscript that he would be a publisher with a difference. He would go out of his way to treat his authors well. My initial reaction was “Yeah right!”
I mean, this is India, and publishers are doing us, the underpaid imaginative breed called authors a huge favour by printing our books right? All authors know that!
And then he did the unthinkable. He announced that he was LAUNCHING my book with huge fanfare. It was unexpected, this is my third book out in the market and never has such an offer of a book launch been made to me. I mean, which publisher has offered to launch my book? For free? And made all the arrangements for a book launch?
And I refused.
Yeah that’s me, perverse, impulsive and without a grain of common sense in my brain. The reason for refusing was that I was to go for a vacation to Kufri with other bloggers like Hitchy, Monika, Shail and so many others. I am a blogger at heart, I love the immediacy of blogging. I can say stuff and get reactions immediately. I love interacting with other bloggers on Facebook. I love being politically incorrect, and stating what I feel. That is what blogging is to me – and the blog world has opened its heart out to me in all these years. And one writes and gets comments immediately. And of course I love bloggers meets.
So I said NO. Hitchy you may please take a bow and feel flattered 😛
Ishaan my first born and often my worst critic pointed out that I was being insane. He’s a fine one to talk, the header of his blog says he loves weird aliens. But he dinned sense into my head. So I ate humble pie and rang up Mr. Kunal Marathe and said that I have cancelled my vacation to be part of the launch. Mercifully Mr. Kunal Marathe thinks I am old and therefore wise and gives me respect. So he kept his opinions about my initial reaction to himself.
And then second born Kartik decided to act up. He declared that he could not get chutti. I bravely resisted the urge to put him across my knees and spank him. I wanted to but he is 5’10” and still growing and I am 5’1″ in my socks, so I regretfully shelved the idea. The thought did cross my mind …
Vaise he can take chuttis for parties, for after party recuperation, for other things. But not for my book launch. Ahem. I let it slide, reminding myself that they were grown sons and had lives of their own. See – I am not alwayj thinking of myself only!
Then he condescended to tell me that he would take a half day so I had to book the journey in the evening. So I booked us by Kalka Shatabdi.
On given day I get up bright eyed and bushy tailed to find junior has taken chutti. Ahem!
And he has also taken my car and gone to get himself dented and painted. Wow! I needed denting and painting myself, but had to grit teeth and make do with a home self done manicure and pedicure. And various other things to make myself presentable. After all, the publisher had told me that I was to meet the royalty. Age shows you know … and you have to make the extra effort – no, not to look young, but just presentable.
He came back at 12 and I perked up … to no avail. He took older son and left and both of them resurfaced just in time for lunch and general exit to railway station.
Merey Do Anmol Ratan
See – I am not alwayj thinking of myself only!
We, like total Delhi snobs, citified and spoilt to the core, first stopped at Starbucks, picked up coffee and snacks. After all we were leaving Delhi for two days! And then landed up at the station – in time. And tackled the massive flight of stairs. Why oh why dont they have escalators? I just managed that huge flight of stairs thanks to the caffeine in the Starbucks coffee and then passed out – literally passed out in the train.
No, boys, I am not alwayj thinking of myself only! I am old and need to be taken as such!
Yeh drama nahin hai
And we travelled to Chandigarh.
The sons did me proud. Someone came and requested them to give up their seats because his wife was just going back home after a chemo session. They got up immedately and gave up their seats – just like that. I protested
Yup, that one time I waj thinking of myself only
I was washed out, my heart was pumping fit to burst (I need more cardio in my work out) and felt insecure. They scolded me and shut me up. Proud of the two of you idjuts.I regret not being able to talk to our fellow travellers, there was a story there – a story of courage, of ordinary heroism, of human spirit. But I felt too tired to talk to them and get to know it.
And then what did the boys do? They hung around me, sitting on the armrest of my chair and talking to each other. They slowly made me feel better and more comfortable.
Just like that …
Until we reached Chandigarh
To know what happened next, read these posts …