The early dawn hours. Except
for few passing vehicles on the road, there is no sign of life on the road. Mr
Sun is yet to put his thumb print of presence on the Eastern skies. The
chirping here and a tweet there, the feathery folks are coming alive. But not
Mrs. ChitterChatter. Her mobile would come alive with the gentle soothing
morning alarm ring tone at scheduled 5:30am. Bet you, she would snooze it. And
yes she does!
that she had been saying since ages, “How can it be 5:30? I just slept half an
hour before!”, she turns to the other side. Pulls the bed cover from her better
half and snuggles in. ‘Oh come on Mrs. ChitterChatter, you had been asleep for
good eight hours. Get up. And no morning drama please’, you would say, if you
to wake its mistresses. And with a great sigh, she arises. She would then sit
on the bed with her hands folded in prayers and eyes closed. Another moment
seized from the day, she would think and feel happy about cheating the time.
She checks the mobile for the time of the day. And with a great surprise, she
would say. “How come it is already 6 o’clock?”. Have you ever seen any better drama
queen than her who tries to astonish herself after snoozing the alarm all by self!
In all probability, you wouldn’t have; for she is a unique nut God has ever
heavy steps. Time is running out. The Giant kid, her son, would be up and
about. He would be asking for hot choclate and she would be thankfully lost in
her thoughts. But he is habituated to it. Its been 15 long years that he is
associated with her since his birth! He knows that she is clueless about what
to cook for the breakfast. The hangover of wintery sleep has not loosened its
grip on her. Then she glances at the
monthly breakfast menu. “Thank God. Its Idalis today”. Saying this she would
open the fridge and search for the Idali batter. It is nowhere to be found. And
how would it be there? She forgot as usual to buy it the day before, you see!
batter lights up the thought of ‘what else?’ in her mind. “Paneer Paratha, yes,
its healthy and nutritious”, she reasons with herself. But where on Earth would be paneer? It still would be in the dairy. “Oh no, it cant be”, you would hear her say for
sure. Now she goes up and down the kitchen, wondering what to cook. After two
three trips like this, she would wonder why was she going up and down? Why was
she not preparing any breakfast? Mrs ChitterChatter, true to her name, cant
keep quite. She speaks with herself, some times in open or sometimes in mind,
if she doesn’t has any one for her company!
thoughts, would bring her back on track and a glance at the clock sends
emergency alarm. Its 6:15 already. Another 20 mins, the Giant Kid would be out
to catch the school bus. She finally starts chopping some vegetables and would decides
to make vegetable Upama. While breakfast
would be getting cooked, she would prepare herself a hot cup of coffee. Packing
the tiffin and waving bye to her son, she picks up the news paper. Coffee wouldn’t
taste like coffee without the morning news paper for her!
thorough the paper, Mr Balanced, her better half will join her in reading the
paper. While brewing tea for him, she will share all itsy bitsy things, that had
happened or are going to happen in her world, with him. And as a ritual, she
never seeks any affirmation from him. She assumes that its her right that he has
to nod in agreement with her on the issues related to home or social front!
That way, Mrs ChitterChatter is true blue blooded “Home Minister”!
is over, she now has the mammoth task of getting the Innocent Baby, her
daughter up and about. After much of cajoling and coaxing, she starts assuming
the Durga Avatar! That would then be very much conveyed by her tone. The Innocent
Baby now has no excuse of five minutes or two minutes.
great parallel processing unit in her brain. All the while getting up the
little one, she instructs the cook about the meals to be prepared, prods her
better half to hurry up and join her at the table for the breakfast. At the same
time, she is tiding up her already tidy home… no jokes here! She loves to see
her house in order and finds mess as something difficult to handle. But you know
what, most of the days you would find her house a little messy. And if it
stretches for many days together, you would find her consoling herself by
saying, “This is our home and not the 5 star hotel. Let it be. The mess is part
of my house and it will be!” You just cant beat Mrs ChitterChatter on this
of sorts. Have you seen her at the Yoga sessions? She tries her best to reach up
to her toe while performing regular stretches. And when the toe doesn’t seem to
be in reach, she would start talking with benign toe. “Please come back a
little bit. See I cant reach you. You should also come half way, isn’t it?”, she
would say. The toe fails to understand the language and she makes faces at him
and leaves it where it was and goes ahead with another “asana”. The only ‘asana’ she enjoys doing is none other than, “Shavasana”!!!!
mark, she realises that she has the bubbling thought in her mind which is about
to burst. Before the sheer energy fizzles out of it, she starts conversation
with her laptop. The only culprit at times would be the net connection. The
flickering, dancing green bulbs on the wi fi router assure her the company of
beloved “net”. She occasionally sends
the flying kisses in the direction of the wi fi router for letting her continue
her romance with her thought!
the day well spent at the school and the office marks the end of the day for
her. And you will see her hurrying up every one for dinner and call it a day. At
the end of the day, here she would be again on the bed, with folded hands in
prayer. She now thanks God dearest for the sweet and sour day and asks Him to
help her get up at the right time the next day!
that go to the beginning of the post! It’s a never ending loop of life and joy for
Mrs ChitterChatter!!! How about you?