No, the two have no connection what so ever 🙂
But thats how I can describe my weekend…and no stolen moments have nothing remotely romantic attached to it..you know just in case your imagination runs overboard 🙂
The Stolen Moments …relate to dancing 🙂
1) On Friday, I go to pick up R at the daycare and EVERYONE is dancing to the tunes to ‘pankhida re udi jajo pavagaadh re’ and I just stand there mersmerised by the atmosphere. R’s teacher waves her hand and calls me in. I dont stop a second. Take out my bag, flung away my chappals and there I am in my element – dancing away to the tunes of Goddess Durga. THIS is what I call my kind of prayer 🙂
2) On Saturday, R and I won passes to the Kids Club Garba at Khar. As soon as I reached there, R was given a Dandiya. I couldnt resist myself and danced three rounds before going and sitting down and cajoling R to dance by herself. This is what I call, my stolen moment of dancing.
3) Yesterday, my neighbour’s daughter got engaged. RD, R and I went there, and R was in her best, managing to wriggle out a bit of the engagement cake from her ‘didi’ The girl is resourceful eh? Not only that, she made her ‘didi’s elder sister’ come and give me the rest of the piece because they were worried if R could eat the whole bit. Did I say the kiddo is resourceful?
Anyways, so just as we were saying our goodbyes and planning to go down for dinner, I heard the familiar beat. One that matches with my heart beat. I didnt wait a bit. I just went there, saw a guy trying to cajole his friends into starting off the garba. I just swinged myself to the music. And my damn bag came in the middle. CHucked it aside and restarted. Yep, went into a group of total strangers and initiated the dancing process. Go on, call me mad 🙂
And I danced, about 20 rounds, with RD and R looking at me. I stopped twice but RD convinced me to go one more round. There are times, I like this guy you know.
and so I did. THIS is what I call a super Sunday dance 🙂
I loved my stolen moments of dancing and I think my bhakti for the Goddess is at its peak when I dance and not when I sit making that prasad 🙂
Our car went for repair.
So on saturday, I was the epitome of a Bombayite using the public transport to the fullest
1. Took R to her school by the BEST bus
2. Came back by BEST bus since I didnt want to wait there for 1.5 hours while she was taking part in some colouring competition
3. Went back again by BEST bus to the market to ask the mechanic to get my activa repaired
4. Took a BEST bus from there to R’s school;
5. Came back by the BEST bus home
Digressing. So R and I are walking to the bus stop near her school. We see our bus coming. I start to run, R trips. I decide to walk letting go of the bus. The bus driver sees us but we are a bit far. A guy gets off the bus. The bus tries to start, the guy shouts, and says ‘wait wait choti baachi aur uski maa hai’ the entire bus looks back. The conductor smiles and rings the bell one time. Dont worry bus rukegi the guy tells me.
I rush with R, get into the bus and wave a thank you to the guy who stopped the bus and generally mutter thank you thank you to the people sitting in. To my surprise, its the same driver and conductor R and I meet in the mornings while going to her bus stop.
Bombay I tell you, comes up with such lovely surprises 🙂
Digress over 🙂
6. Took the BEST bus to the station
7. Took the train to Khar
So, there had a pretty much public transport day on Saturday 🙂
Hope you guys had some stolen moments of Bhakti…