Rose Pais

  BLOG BABY I was 9 years old when I wrote my first blog titled “The first time I ate a samosa”. It was for a competition in school, and we were asked to submit our entries. I was so proud of what I wrote, so much that I kept reading my own many times. I do that now too and I appreciate my own writing and I am my own critic as well.   The writing was about 2 pages long. It had description about the Samosa, the taste, the texture, my family and about me closing my eyes and looking up to the sky for the very first bite. Before submitting it to the school, I thought I should let my mom know. I showed it to her. My blogs have always been around Humor genre. I tend to hide the actual painful experience of the situation behind humor. It works! I smile at my own situation. I laugh at my own jokes. This little writing was behind a sad story, which I somehow managed to convert it into a funny experience. We were poor. Not poor as in being homeless poor, but poor like, we need to save ...

I was devastated when I lost my cat Cuckoo in an accident. I swore I would never bring in any more pets’ home because bearing her loss was extremely painful. Every fur that was there on the couch and the bed was so precious to me as I refused to change the sheets fearing that the gold and white fur was the last of what I have of her. Weeks passed and I literally began to hallucinate her meows in the middle of the night. The wound she left on my chest with her sharp claws while trying to jump over me was slowly turning into a scar which I would treasure all my life. Life was just ok until a couple of months later I woke up and chose to change my life around for good. I was missing insanity, peace, and had some extra money to shell out. Hence, I went to a shelter miles away post work with an orange medium sized basket which I assumed would contain a cat or a dog. I was not sure at that point in time. I reached the shelter late evening and filled up some forms. After a lot of thorou...

Leavers losers   It is a cold winter Monday morning. My son sits in front of his monitor attending his online classes, while I sit diagonally behind him in front of my laptop attending to my job. I sigh deeply every now and then because of the unexplained heaviness in my heart. They are teaching the lesson “The greedy Fox” today. I need to concentrate on his class as parents are accountable if the little children do not listen. Secretly I enjoy his classes. I can answer all the questions and I know the meanings and the spellings. I sit and wish I had this kind of brain power when I was a kid so I could score high.   The first words that came out of my kids mouth this morning was” what?? Its Monday already?”. At age 6 if that is the reaction to a Monday one can only imagine what Monday feels like at age 36. But I gracefully respond with utmost respect towards the dreaded day stating “All days are God made. Let us respect every day we have” and kissed him good morning. D...

A snippet straight from the glass of Vodka Usually while I am drinking, I either go extremely quiet or I blabber and annoy people out of their wits. Last weekend my brain chose to annoy. Nolan was not around, so the target was Mom. I did not want to mess with my cat. He does not tolerate nonsense. My mom has been my strongest and my only strength, if she was not around, I guess I would not have been alive today. Because I was drunk, I guess, not sure, I decided to tell her how much she meant to me. And I chose to do this after I guess 20+ years. I do not remember the last time I told her I love her. Wrong move, but you see, when your drunk, who cares. Since Nolan was out, I told his bicycle how I hated it for occupying so much space in my house. I told my cat I love his tail. And there was Mom, sitting peacefully having lunch while I was listening to Metallica. She knows how much I love every annoying thing around me when I am drunk, but till date she has never mentioned ...

Dear God,  How are you? I tried getting through you for years now through daily prayers and offerings. I am not sure why, but you haven’t responded yet. Therefore I decided check if you are ok and all is well up there. I hope this letter finds you in total peace unlike how it is down here with us.  Life is great down here. A lot of excitement and fun, just that the definition of fun is no more what it used to be. I would like to bring to your notice dear God, in case you haven’t yet, that life is not what you thought it would be when you created it. The men especially have turned out to be a disaster and the women are ok, but the good news is they are getting close to what you created them initially. They have reached a stage of two piece, I am sure slowly down the lane, they would all be naked.   Last night while watching the news, not news exactly, it was a crime story showcasing on cable TV, I wondered for a while if you existed, then I thought maybe...

My feelings for you no words can tell,  Except for maybe "go to hell"    The words “I love you” makes every knee bone go weak. Those are the same 3 words when heard makes one decide that this is it, there is nothing more in life but LOVE and the person, who seems to be showering it on like never before and also  gets the brand “The ONE” . The chosen one and the ONE you believe is made for you.  Irrespective of whether the showering is faked up or not, at that point in time and moment, it means the world to us.  Remember you are not alone in this journey that has just started or has abruptly just ended. Never know you might be the lucky one, you would never know unless it has ended. How would you know it isn't going to last forever unless it has come to an end? It starts like the fresh rays of the morning sun. Feels so soothing, and feels healthy. The butterflies for a change flutter in our stomachs and not in the gardens during those days. We are no mo...

I burnt my tongue over a hot cup of tea this morning! Ouch did that hurt! A very big deal for me, cause now my taste buds are numb and darn! I can’t taste those Christmas cookies today. I don’t think you care do you? Well, never mind…  what I was going to actually say is… before you take the risk of burning your tongues by reading the rest of the lengthy Gyaans below, I would like to take a minute to thank each one of you for taking a moment from your 9:15 minutes of work, break from work and pretending to work, to read this! I have received complaints from fellow bloggers that my blogs are lengthy and I need to cut short, which however, is impossible for me.  Every time I end the article by thanking the reader for reading, this time I take immense pleasure in thanking you before you read!  I was sitting in a workshop this morning and one of the phrases the coordinator mentioned motivated me to write this article. Although a very bad thing to do, my mind slipped away fro...