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.
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ReplyDeleteBobby was searching for his lab partner and suddenly, a funny squeaky voice spoke from behind.
ReplyDelete“Are you 194?” the voice said.
Bobby turned back and saw a girl with curly hair and silver rimmed spectacles. She was wearing a dark brown churidar and she looked like ‘sweety’ from the 90s sitcom ‘HUM PAANCH’ of ZEE TV, but she bore a nervous look on her face. She had thick eyebrows and high cheekbones with a sharp chin. She resembled a cartoon character because of her rosy white complexion and funny face.
“Yes, I am 194,” Bobby said and kept staring at her, because she looked funny with her weird hair and glasses.
“I am Pooja Ghoshtacharjee, What is your name?” she asked.
“I am Raj Singhania, owner of Singhania group of industries.” Bobby wanted to say, but he thought she would not understand his joke from a Hindi film.
“I am Bobby,” he said humbly.
“Tell me your full name,” she said in a bossy tone but she sounded like a squirrel.
“I am Bobby Raj Prasanth Srivalli,” Bobby said looking at her curly hair.
She was looking straight into his eyes as if trying to study him and Bobby could see his reflection in her spectacles. Bobby wanted to poke her forehead with his index finger but he thought she would cry if he touched her.
“I am an assol,” she said.
“Excuse me?” Bobby cleared his ear.
“I am from Asansol,” she said.
“Sounded like assol.” Bobby wanted to say but his dignity stopped him.
Pooja showed him the lab spot allotted to them and Bobby followed her.
“You should learn Bengali since you are going to stay here for 4 years,” she said smiling which slowly erased the nervous look on her face.
“You should learn kick boxing since your hair looks like that of Sylvester Stallone in Rambo movie,” Bobby muttered to himself.
“Did you say something,” Pooja said.
“No, I was reading the experiment sheet,” Bobby said.
“Stay here. I will get the Vernier Callipers,” she said and walked to the counter.
Pooja’s walking style resembled that of a circus clown and she was making a lot of noise with her sandals. But she did not care to bother. It was like she wanted people to know in advance that she was coming. Another weird thing about her was the yellow coloured Nataraj geometry box. It was an antique piece of 90s. When Bobby was a school kid, he also had the same geometry box.
Pooja brought the Vernier Calipers and placed it on the table, while Bobby looked around to see what others were doing. Bobby waved his hand to Mahindra who was almost 3 tables away from him. Some guys in the corner were throwing chalks at each other while some good students were doing the experiment and giving cold looks to the mischief mongers.
Pooja was writing her notes like her life depended on it while Bobby kept staring at her hair.
“What are you doing?” she said.
“Your hair looks different. I mean it’s curly,” Bobby said laughing.
“People always make fun of my hair. I hate my hair. I want straight hair like everyone else,” Pooja said.
“I think your hair is perfect. Why do you want to change it? Don’t be so insecure about your hair,” Bobby said patting her shoulder.
“Other girls in my hostel have perfect straight hair. You know the ones that we see on shampoo ads,” Pooja said with a pout.