Major hand-wash explosion (TheTelegraphicTales)

Major handwash explosion

Do you remember Ross's major shampoo explosion?

Here's a snippet-

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Ross: Oh NO!!
Rachel: What? What is it?
Ross: Major shampoo explosion!!!
Rachel: Uh, look Ross. This really isn't easy.
Ross: Oh, it's all over everything! Why?! Why me?!?
Rachel: Because you took three hundred bottles of shampoo?
Ross: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You were saying?
Rachel: Well yeah, well look.. it's about me and..
Ross: OH NOT ANOTHER ONE! Oh my G--and it's moisturizer! It's even harder to clean! Why? Why do bad things happen to good people?!?
Rachel: Wow! Well clearly this is not a good time..
Ross: Uh, you think?!

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This is for your memory. I have the whole series memorised. Huh, if only I could remember all the drugs classifications like this😑...never mind!

Well such events are hilarious only when on television. It's a disaster in reality of which I was a victim today.

When the Amazon pantry order arrived, one of the items being a 1L handwash refill had exploded! Just as I picked it up to see where the leak came from I was covered with soap in seconds.

Guys, this is the moment when you truly need people with common sense actually active at that time.

I rushed to the bathroom with the officer in order to fill the hand-wash bottles as quickly as we could but soon we ran out of them. Instantly he thought that it's simply soap so we can use it for washing clothes and started scraping the sticky material off my skin. I was moistened by the soap anyway what was left was to go and stand under the shower of an hour or so.

Ok I did that too.

Have you ever washed clothes with a hand-wash?

Leave that, answer this- In an era where we have different lotions/soaps for different areas of our body, have you had a full bath with a hand-wash?

Thank god it was liquid! Else just imagine a hand-wash bar someone used before you, what they washed last and what you intend to wash first!! Yes...Eww..is the word!

Next I went to check on the clothes.

The officer who was already exhausted after returning from work sat there next to the machine with a crappy face and said that the washing machine was broken!

It's not the explosion but the aftermath that hurts more.

I sat next to him, infront of us was the huge pile of clothes already soaked in buckets of that liquid soap and a broken “automatic” washing machine.

QOTD- What do you think we did next?

Whimsically surviving every day!

Auldrin

The maid to honour (TheTelegraphicTales)

The maid to honour

Today I realised about the fuss in media, actresses making comebacks into the industry after finally managing their respective marriages, to settling their kids into schools and some who were busy until their children did well in X/Xll boards. As for me, after surviving nights of turmoil I set my foot back into the sea of words. Let's see how far I can swim this time.

This is about Amma ( our maid in her late 40s). She is mostly punctual, her arrival being between 6:15-6:30am. Over the few months of my stay at home I have stopped using alarms for she does that part very well by switching off the fan on entering my room. With 42 deg celsius temperature one can easily get up from sleep with an automatic bath in their own sweat.

To me she is an epitome of tranquility, which is highly unlikely these days to find such a quality in a maid.

Mostly we experience a person who works for us, cleans our house as well as keeping us up to date with the society gossips, like who spent more & how much for their child's wedding, to the new extra marital affairs, who doesn't treat them well and they only love the home in which they are present for that particular moment. But Amma just does her work, has a cup of tea and leaves for the next house.

Strange isn't it? I feel we are blessed to have her and in order to keep her contended too I fight with my lady to not nag her about anything as the consequences of her leaving are frightened. Occasionally while me and the officer have our morning tea gup-shup I ask Amma about her views in relation to the conversation, sometimes she favours me else the other two. She ends up sharing some laughs with us, my motive being-making her comfortable, loved and respectful. The other day during the meeting of Mr. Trump and Mr. Kim, we were keenly interested in whether or not the WW-3 was to take place. Well not that we want any of it to happen it surely did add humour to the officer's question- Should I go to office or back to sleep? For he would prefer to be in peace lying on his comfy mattress in a cosy sleep, when/if anything like this ever happens.

There sitting in a corner, faintly smiling Amma finally gave up struggling with those curves on her face and laughed saying the work never stops till a person decides to halt, pushing all his energy on the brakes.

As for me, I have accepted the truth that one can survive without anyone in cities these days but not the maid. Believe me on this, she is 'the maid to honour’ in today's world!

P.S. The bodyguard(metaphorical) has asked to switch ON the AC in the hall so that when he arrives home from the killing heat, it will be thanda-thanda cool-cool😀

QOTD- Was my comeback fair enough for the blog-office OR barely charted in the box-office like Madhuri's 'aaja nachle’ or Ash's 'jazbaa’ or even Kajol's ‘dilwale’?

Auldrin😇

HibernationLetters 15

Since you left my brain is busy in search of ways for a distraction, maybe that's why it hasn't accepted any signals from the burning chest and the choking throat for an immediate action.

Here I am treating myself with therapeutic words, hoping for the discomfort to subside soon.

That last call you received was just to record your voice in my memory, one last time, as now that seems to be the only honest word you ever said to me.

The first one was rude- like the usual,

the second one showed slight concern- like I'd expected

& the third 'hello’ finally reflected your pain too.

There was so much I decided to say, so much that I wanted to change, me this time not you but like people say sometimes, when you finally find the right moment it's already too late.

So I stood still holding the storm inside and remained silent, like you always wanted. This time forever.

QOTD- Are you people wondering about the remaining 14 letters?

Stay tuned for more in the new series the “hibernation letters”.

Auldrin

Book Review-A house without windows

A House Without Windows
Author- Nadia Hashimi
Publisher- Harper Collins
Format- Paperback
M.Ṛ.P- 499
No. of pages- 414

This fiction novel is written by Nadia Hashimi, a paediatrician by profession, yet her words are so heartfelt and spellbounding. The story revolves around an afghan village where a husband is murdered by his wife which further illuminates the traditional culture of the country, life in a women’s prison known as Chil Mahtab in Kabul and the secrets and struggles of a multigenerational family.

Who is Zeba?
A daughter, in a family where the father left one day unannounced leaving behind his wife and two children. The mother convinced her little children that their father had gone to participate in the war yet in her heart she knew he left her and was somewhere alive.

Who is Zeba?
A sister, who looked up to her brother to save her from the perilous world always and forever still she is distanced from him due to her husband's behaviour.

Who is Zeba?
A wife, facing the atrocities by her husband for years who just killed him one day to protect her honour and of someone else. A woman who in her sane mind accepted her crime and went to the prison where she finally felt ‘free’.

Who is Zeba?
A mother, protecting her four children from the demon called society. A patient woman who without uttering a word goes to the prison leaving them behind with her husband's family. Her children knowing that their mother could not have done such heinous crime but unaware of exact circumstances.

Who is Zeba?
A friend, named as the famous Mallika Zeba in the prison by her fellow inmates who felt grateful to whatever she did for them before being sentenced for the murder.

And then there comes Yusuf, an Afghan born-American raised lawyer who takes up Zeba's case knowing that it's a dead end but not losing hope till the end.
Read this mystery filled haunting tale and it will transform the power of your reading grabbing attention to every single page.

Rating- 4.5/5

Signing off!
©Auldrin❤

Special

“You have so much potential.

What are you doing with a man like me?”

-he said

And all I could think of was, “I'm feeling special.”

“Yes! You make me feel special. From the 10 minutes of tea time to those 10 hours of inconsistent talks, I feel special for the time you spend with me. From arguing with me to kissing my angry face, I feel loved for you staying during those nonsensical times. From the first time I showed you my tears to the moment you hid yours infront of me, I feel courageous than before. I can go on and on innumerably….”

He brought me back to the conversation we were having, well not the above part for that was only running inside my head.

“He wants me to just write

night and day

for he'll read them all

when his hair turn gray.”

Losing my focus again when words started making poems in my head but I realised what I wanted. It's difficult, it's a long journey and rather than thinking about my futile attempts in future, now is the time I have to act upon my choices. I have nothing to worry about, I can't be bothered by what others might think because I'll have you right by my side, forever.

QOTD - Are you still waiting to act on your wishes?

Well hurry this sensible awakening offer lasts only till your heart believes in you and your mind follows the path.

Good night fellas!

Auldrin

Book Review-The Colours of Passion

The Colours of Passion

Author- Sourabh Mukherjee

Publisher- Readomania

Format- Paperback

M.R.P- 250

No. of pages- 237

This is my first book reading of the author Sourabh Mukherjee. Well it's a common act by any reader to check out stuff of the writers belonging to their same region, but staying in Kolkata this book will make you imagine the streets as the story goes along. Thanks to Amazon and WritersMelon for this review copy.

It's a murder mystery filled love story which caught me by surprise for the way the author designed its plot. Intriguing with so many characters there was a movie running in my eyes with every single word I read. It includes some bitter truths about our film industry, the rumours we hear from media about spat between actors, love affairs, flings, personally I feel there is a certain amount of truth hidden in them. Yes, the media surely exaggerates any incident but that is what attracts us to read the article or interview etc in the first place. There is depiction of the social behaviour of a lover facing social stigma in the societies of our incredible country.

The story starts with the headlines of murder mystery of an actress after being brutally raped leading into an police investigation with a leading detective into such diversity of suspects all being equally important. It amazes me how the author could think of such variety of plots, then interlinking them well enough to give goosebumps to his curious readers. After that it moves on to another actor's suicide cum homicide, such murders one after another will indeed give you an adrenaline rush while you read it towards the end. No matter how much I guessed the outcome yet the author took me by surprise with such an unexpected finish. The beginning hitted off great, the in-between storyline got pretty much mundane but it had a fantastic end and I would suggest you to surely check it out, especially those looking for crime mystery/thriller with Indian touch.

A wonderful thriller piece by Sourabh Mukherjee making me greedy to read more of his suspense detective novel.

From the book-

“Sometimes the deepest of the wounds need the simplest of words to heal.”

“In a split second, I pushed him. Off the edge of that balcony. And I watched him fall to sleep, to eternal peace that his tormented soul demanded.”

Rating- 4/5

Happy reading fellas!

©Auldrin❤