The Bridal Optimism!

The social media is real time entertainment. Recently I found my friends sharing links about” which state boy’s tend NOT to be a perfect groom”  :O . Hilarious content, specially the one I read about Bengali guys! Eh I admit some of its albeit true and some highly spiced up. This left me wondering  about my newly found groom. Out of d million hiccups I was having regarding tying the knot this small thingy too got me thinking. Of course I didn’t sit down to do a SWOT analysis of marrying a NON- Bong guy! :P but yes you know the fairer sex thinks a lot. :P

So after brainstorming it boiled down to the following:

Pros: (being more than 100% optimistic): merits over a bong dulha!

1. Festivals: The more the merrier! Newer ones to be added to both of  our calendars!

Neat division of leaves - Durga Puja (DP) at my place n Diwali at his! Unlike for a bong groom where your dp days need to be shared between sasural n maika,or need to sacrificed overall.

2. Food: yup I get to explore wider varieties. Sindhi cuisine awaits me! Wont have to be bored of having macchi-bhaat everyday! PS: but I need my weekly dose of “Maach n Maangsho” :P

3. Language-I get to abuse him during fights using my fierce “bangla”- “ekdom nyaka chele” P. hope he doesn’t reply in sindhi to those. Well, this upper hand incentive  exists till the time he doesn’t understand all bangle words!

4.  Mamata didi-wont b our only/main topic of discussion! :p

5. Entertainment: Wider spread both in linguistic and rhythm. Dance no longer remains a taboo. From young to old  everyones a dancaholic on the new side at all occasions !! I never managed to bear punjabi songs earlier. I wonder now how i get those bhangra moves timed ! :D. So i get to enjoy the relaxed serene rabindra sangeet moments as well as the vivacious dhol beats and "Lare -lappa songs" to drop dead dancing.

6. Scientific Basis: Wider gene pool for the offsprings  :P  

7. & finally the Wedding function-2 styles. I get to wear variety of bridal attire  :D. Different bridal looks, more clothes, more fashion hence more SHOPPPING! :P

 etc etc.

Cons: Are you klidding!!  I shouldnt even be thinking of them at this stage unless i wannabe a runaway bride! :P & ofc the fact exists that "Love is blind"

Summing up i guess in totality it is a deal worthy to try out! ;) Keeping fingers crossed & let the journey begin! Amen ;)

                                           

PS: This post had been written back in February 2014. But time crunch kept me away from updating it.

       Its only for generating slight humor and not hurting any identity/religious/political sentiment in any way.

The Gift at Dusk.

“Öm Namah Swaha …Thora sa ghee daliye...” . Heat and smoke bellowed out while the flames grew brighter and longer. The fiery fire had me transfixed, as if I was transcending through time. The orange glow slowly gave shape to the silhouette of a green sari clad figure with a bundle in her hand. The city beyond was burning. Dusk was setting in and I was in a hurry to put the fruit caskets inside and close the shop before the curfew set in again. “Bhaya ji  meri bacchii ko bachalo, bhayaji..” her fear grasped eyes pleaded. Some more chaotic noises arose in the background with shouts and slogans in the praise of the almighty. My fellow brethrens were rumbling down the street mad as the hatter brandishing the ugly cloak of human religion.  I found myself being violently nudged by this skin & bones figure now. Dumbfounded I frantically took the bundle and hid it among my fruit baskets.

 She vanished in the growing darkness with the mob cheering behind never to be heard of or seen again. There were many tragic series of news that followed in the local newspaper headlines for some days. But my world was filled with the crying of a new-born, a sudden rainbow of joy in our solitary world. My begum named her “Sarina” meaning "Princess" in Hebrew. A game of Hide and Seek prevailed for the angels safety but the tense days passed soon. I too shifted base from Aligarh to the “Dilwalo ki Delhi” for better business. We easily folded into the capitals fast paced cultural potpourri. Sarina grew up, her little family made of Ammi , Abba, some friends and her favourite Gods Allah & Krishna. The Joyous festivities of Eid , Holi, Diwali or Christmas touched us in equal fervours. I realised time flies by fast when I see her doning the black cape and leaving for practise to fight for the blind law. Where was the law I wonder when I was being nudged 25 years back.

 The nudging suddenly grows stronger now as the burning flames scorch me afresh.  The chanting of mantras and melody of Shehanai was gradually coming closer. I can hear the voice again, now clearer. “Abba ghee dalo hawan mein” Sarina's face now glows in the orange halo, the freshly smeared sindur sparkling brightly on her forehead. My princess had given me all the joys of fatherhood . “Kanyadaan” they say is the most pious act of all, a milestone towards salvation. I smiled, being her abba has been the best gift . I could feel that river of joy flowing.

Reality of Surreal LIfe

The view outside my cars windscreen suddenly blurred in a maze of dust & sand storm as I took a sharp bend. I had no option but to brake my car to a screeching halt. The radio was still blaring on with SRK’s: “You r my chammak challoo..” but all I could  hear was my heart pounding loudly. Slowly the view cleared up and I could see a group of semi clad kids running behind a monstrous yellow coloured rumbling machine.

“The JCB” I murmured, feeling that sense of civil engineering pride. Gazing ahead I could see the skyline dotted with high rise buildings, some completed, some receiving the final touches and some still in their infant stages. Suburban Noida was developing fast transforming vast stretches of agricultural tracts to  modern high rise apartments. Everywhere advertisement boards of the realtors promised the dream home to the “AAm AADmi”. I was at Sec-120, paying a visit to my colleague who had just moved into his new two BHK dream home. My thoughts turned back to the rumbling, which by now had moved quite a distance and was taking an entry through the gate of a realtor estate. The kids though were retracing back their steps fighting over something among themselves. “Stupid kids” I thought. Childhood of course is fraught with such acts of stupidity; God knows what fun they derived running in the dust behind the beast.

Spotting a juice stall a few feet away I drove towards it to quench my sudden pang of thirst arisen out of all the adrenaline pumping. Baba Ramdev’s advertisement for “Lauki ka juice “adorned the juice cart, besides the usual faces of Katrina and Kareena. “Ek mausambi ka juice dena bhaiya’’. His mixers whirring were soon replaced by the deadening rumbling. Sipping on the extra sweet juice I watched the kids all bare feet in action. The JCB was carrying long reinforcement bars which were grouped together with steel rings. As the bars dragged on the road some of these rings came loose. All the kids jumped in that direction and after much fight one of them collected the prized possession. A rusted steel ring of hardly 15cm diameter.

My glass was empty. I started off again. News headlines in AIR FM gold blarred of RBI’s monetary policy. The repo rate was being cut by 75 basis points to boost investment ,growth and competition in the private sector. Competition I thought. Competing not for a JEE rank, or UPSC, or to get better appraisal but only for a rusted steel ring. I do not know how many each of them collected. I do not know how much it will earn them. I do not know what the Repo rate  will bring to them. I only know now the blunt face of haves and have-nots.

Viva La Vida

I like to meet people. I m sometimes introspective and analytical. I accept nothing at face value, and am always probing into the hidden side or deeper meaning of situations and people. I am fascinated by the mysterious and unknown. I enjoy intervals of solitude in peaceful surroundings. I sometimes involve in too much daydreaming and flights of the imagination as well. I am scientific in my approach to Truth...but finally my heart prevails over the brain. I am fun-loving and love adventure...
Someday I would like to climb Mount Everest , to take a dip early winter morning in the Ganges just to feel the holy waters, to jump into the Indian Ocean, to Bungee jump just to check it thrills me or not, to get lost in a jungle with a few friends.....some day I would like to change the world around me.....some day....
I have all these sudden desires, sudden expectations, sudden surges to start some thing new. To break out from old boundaries and explore new horizons. I face challenges, get exhausted with failures .....but somehow life has let me graduated to the level when even against all odds I m happy ... and losing and winning has lost that place and I know I just have to try my best ... There's no cure for birth & death, so why fret over it rather than enjoying the interval called Life. Cheers to this wonderful gift!...