It was a usual Friday night. God had been thanked for the lauki-roti on the table, watching late-night TV called Disney Jr. was underway and our morning’s fight was still continuing. Silently, for he had called from office to say sorry but I was yet to make up my mind - to forgive, or to milk it over the weekend till good Chinese food entered my tract? Difficult decisions. Tough life.
Will you have a drink?
I didn’t answer. Why should I? But I am kind.
You go ahead. I don’t feel like it.
And then I got busy with things we do to look busy when we want to appear disinterested, even though our ears stand upright waiting for a placating offer we cannot refuse. Obviously more than one which just has 60 ml vodka in soda with lime juice, and three ice cubes in it!
I removed invisible food scraps from the table cloth, took ten minutes longer to set the chairs back, another fifteen staring at my toes, that is after loudly sighing and plopping on a dining chair with Atlas’s domestic burden on my shoulders. Toes done, I leaned back to stare at an errant cobweb peeping from behind the fridge now. I was desperate to hear something, other than his unimaginative shuffling feet, till I went delirious thinking I could hear the spider's footsteps entering the jaali behind the Whirlpool monster. So quiet this Friday night.
Time ticked by. The silence of a wife not talking was deafening to his ears. I am sure. The kid couldn’t care less. Captain Hook had just stolen Jake’s gold doubloons and the suspense on his pretty island was thrilling and unrolling to a peppy tune.
Let us please have a drink?
Tch. Still there. No progressive ache din here. Hello, time warp. Good to be stuck in you!
I said I don’t want to.
And I picked up my phone looking intelligent and thoughtful and philosophical because that is the look you give as you scroll down Facebook pictures and more pictures of strangers you like to call friends. And then I saw … a friend asking for votes to be a finalist in BlogAdda’s WIN15 Awards!
Oh teri! The shortlists are out! I said to the spider behind the fridge, because it was the only one I was talking to.
The shuffling feet had hurriedly come to stand behind me, with teeming curiosity, or perhaps just happy I was feeling my Punjabi self again, in words if not deeds, for I was still refusing the peg. (It was a day of wonders.)
No, that wasn’t me. It was the kid on the bed, shaking his tiny cot at that exact moment. Momentarily, I had looked away from the loading awards page. When I looked back my eyes popped through my pink spectacles.
WHAT THE …!
That was me, full frontal me, not the feet. (Feet take longer to speak.) I had spotted my name among 11 other finalists. My blog had been shortlisted by BlogAdda. In the Creative Writing category. I can write creatively. I am in the running for winning this. I can win. I can win.
You can win this, honey!
Finally he and I were on the same wavelength. Phew!
Oh darn. I need votes.
I have to ask for them.
Ask. What goes?
I don’t know. Nothing, I guess.
Yeah. Ask your best friends, family, everyone. They’ll vote. You’re good.
I know! But, votes?
Yes, votes. Your blog is public. Readers’ views matter. I will share your link.
YOU will share my link?
Can I have a drink?
A drink! A drink! Usual wali. Why do you look surprised?
(Please note that it was not that I had forgiven him. But, greater frontiers beckoned and I had re-scheduled my faux annoyance to be published on Saturday morning, 7 am. I am practical, that way.)
There was not much left to do, except to swallow, remember Hanuman ji, and make a list of who I had been naughty or nice with, and ask the latter to support my candidature in the ongoing elections. Last date for voting– 13th Sept.
It was about 9:30 pm on a Friday night. I chanted TGIF, thrice, and composed a message which did not show the begging bowl bluntly but carried enough overtones of supplication as would make the recipient feel a patron of great value with the orb of an Elizabethan King in his hands, or an executioner’s axe.
Meanwhile, Jake and the Neverland Pirates had made way for Sam Sandwich, teaching kids good eating habits.
Cheers. Oh! Can you change the channel? I don’t want him learning that too much cheese is bad.
Obviously he did as he was told. Our marriage on this Friday night was still on shaky grounds.
Parental duty done, I started sending the vote-for-me messages. One, two, three, twenty-three … selecting those I was close to, avoiding burdening mutual blogger friends with unnecessary existential crisis. Thirty-three, forty-two …
Of course I was feeling odd. Never done it before only. But what to do? The Romans had spoken, and I had to parade in a toga with a smile on my face, to earn my laurel wreath. It requires courage, if you ask me. It was a night to remember. I felt like a cross between a politician, a best friend, a fund-raising NGO worker and a cow, rolled into one.
Can I help with anything, honey?
Yes, please. Can I have another drink?
Tick. Tick. Gulp. Tick. I realized I was fast running out of those I was close to, so I did the next best thing that vodka suggested – messaged the ones I felt close to. So what if the other person did not feel the same for me? I felt for them. It’s good to love. My heart grew tender wings, it soared with love and vote-hope and pressed 'send' and dunked the vodka with equal speed.
Jake had long left. Sam Sandwich and even Mickey Mouse were asleep. My son was dangling between sleepiness and wakefulness with Hotwheels cars all over his tummy and Mister shuffling feet was standing behind me, no longer shuffling and with his right hand on my right shoulder. Was this chance pey dance? Did he think he was forgiven, totally?
It is then that I reached that number of messages sent that my arrested mathematical development had never allowed me to spell, even though it was double-digits. On top of that, FB wanted to know if I wasn’t a spamming robot and asked me to differentiate pictures of dogs from cats, in a photo grid. I passed with flying colours in the third go. Because the day’s tiredness (no, not the 60 ml + 60 ml) was taking its toll. Also, I had called a school teacher ‘mama’ instead of ‘maam’ and … err, some more errors you needn’t know about.
It was time to call it a day.
A day’s worth of hay had been made. I had to make more tomorrow. Had to. I had tasted blood!
That's my story from Friday night last. Today is a new evening. (Is it Sunday?) I take this opportunity to say this to all my readers. I have always felt very close to you, probably more than you can imagine or see in this lifetime. So, please, would you be so kind as to vote for me? Click on the 'You can write, creatively' below and just FB like below the blog image.
I have nothing to offer in return for you supporting ‘Between Write and Wrong’. No cash, no movie award tickets, no free grains, no LED TVs. But I can offer you one thing, which I have just been asked on this Sunday night –
Will you have a drink?
Some things are not meant to change.
Enjoyed reading your post and also voted for your blog, fellow VL - vodka lover! Best wishes! :-)ReplyDelete
Ah, vodka helps. As you may have read and noticed! :DDelete
Thank you so very much, Shilpa. One day we can go 'cheers!' together.
Lots of love.
Already voted for you, Sakshi and from the looks of this post and obviously, many others here, I think you can write creatively :) Also, did you finally forgive the errant spouse? Sorry, curiosity and the cat and all that doesn't stop me, as you can tell. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you so much, Shailaja.Delete
Yes, he was forgiven. Instantly. I just like to keep the charade up for a while. I am evil. :D
It's always a delight to read your posts.. :)ReplyDelete
One of best creative writers I have seen in my short span of blogging career (started myself in July 2015 and started Wordpress blog on 15th August 2015), so I think I am very young to comment on this great blog. I would liketo vote for you in blogadda and wish you all the very best. Your articles are giving me hope as well as inspiration to proceed further in my new career.ReplyDelete
Nice date to have begun your WP blog. Welcome to a very interesting world, Gurunath.Delete
No one is too young, nor too old. Thank you for your wishes. :)
We both are in the race. So what we contending in same category, I'll vote for you. Cause I feel you are close to me :)ReplyDelete
Oh yes, we are, Ekta. You are a veteran blogger, and I'm relatively new. Nice to read your comment. :)Delete
At my end, I get the silent treatment. And voting, argh, I hate this part of asking for votes. :)ReplyDelete
'This part', I know, is tough. Especially if it's your first time. Like it is for me.Delete
But doing it only.
Let's see how it goes.
Too good postReplyDelete
Shukriya, meri Priya. :DDelete
Yes Mam.. will do .. BUT can i also have a DRINK :)ReplyDelete
but sadly i cant vote as I dont have a Facebook ID :( but i have tweeted it .. and i am sure you going to win :)
.. so what about the drink can i make mine a double :) he he he he
You don't have a FB ID?? :ODelete
(Sorry, I couldn't get past this enough to register the rest of your comment.)
Nope i dont have FB account,
I can see much alcohol flowing in the Nanda household when the results come in. And if you squeal in delight loud enough, the boy might even look away from Disney Junior!ReplyDelete
All the best!
Yep. This was or that, we shall drink. Squeals, screams, shrieks ... god alone knows. :PDelete
Very creative and great read!ReplyDelete
You deserve to win! Voted for you already. :DReplyDelete
Thank you! :DDelete
Omg.. Congrats for being the finalist..I love to read what you write.ReplyDelete
Waiting for your win.. :)
Thanks a lot!Delete
I'm just extremely happy to be in. As you read, celebrating that already. :P
Good luck to you! :) I guess commenting on the Blogadda post would count as a vote, right? Did a facebook like there and a G+ share. hope that helps.ReplyDelete
May you win. :)
Na, na. This was not counted as a vote for BlogAdda.Delete
You did everything you could ... and it helped!
Wow! This post is proof why you have been shortlisted! You've described your experience so well. All the best :)ReplyDelete
What a sweet thing to say. Thank you!Delete
Ha! Ha! I felt like a cross between a snake oil salesman and a politician asking for votes. Going onto Whatsapp, Facebook and bulletin boards with messages asking for votes and squirming at the silence in response. But that said, come what may, I am just happy to be nominated and I am hopeful that maybe I might even get visitors to my blog. Wishing you all the best.ReplyDelete
I like your cross much more than my cross.Delete
Oh, don't squirm at the silence. Make a mental note. Did not your mum tell you 'Beta, remember your friends but don't forget your enemies.' :D
I was very happy to be nominated too.
This post is awesome like the Vodka taste and falooda. You are already a winner and you don't have so many loyal fans like that, you've earned it, Sakshi. Will celebrate your win:)ReplyDelete
:) Thanks you, Vishal.Delete
Congrats ! Awesome post. That silent treatment is a killer, isnt it.. loosens even the toughest ones :)ReplyDelete
'Silent treatment is a killer' - a short-story title.Delete
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