The Jing-Bang of a Family!

Yes, this is in dedication to the big fat clan I belong to-The Arora battalion as I like to fondly call them. I hail from a very widely spread out family tree whose roots and branches are hell bent on spreading in as far a direction as would be physically possible for them. Often people ask me, ‘So how many people are there in your in-laws?’ And I say, ‘You name an in-law that should be and surely would a hand be raised to mark present!’

If I got you baffled here just imagine a typical Sooraj Barjatya flick with an over the top family saga and endless characters taking up the screen space-you’d get a picture of things in my humble abode, only a bit doubled for the members in line here go on and on and on. After my wedding I even jokingly asked our chaiji, my father-in-law’s mother, ‘Aapke zamaane mein family planning nahi hote the na?’ We have five generations living in the same house and all together. And hey, we better not come in the eyes of the Population Control Board else taxes and fines would make us national headlines.

I remember the time I had just got engaged to my dearly beloved. Before putting a tick mark on me by the ‘boy’ there had to be a preview of the ‘girl’ from the boy’s side. So a meeting was arranged in a temple ground and my mom, me and a family friend who got the negotiations started, waited there under the shade of a tree with bated breath, to let them come and the on-the-display ceremony to commence. A big car came to a screeching halt, followed by another car not so big. I was wondering if a police escort drill is under way, when there emerged a seasoned smart lady, followed by another and then yet another and ho!ho! another still! A pretty young thing came out next and then another and another and more galore! Made me wonder how just two cars could have possibly contained so many people or did they sit on each other’s laps and in the bonnet and come?

Oh my good god! Almost the whole jing bang had arrived to inspect whether the prospective new entrant in the family was good enough or not. I looked here and I looked there-anywhere I looked, a specimen of the Arora battalion smiled sheepishly at me and I smiled back. I could sense being eyed from top to bottom and didn’t know what to do to hide my bountiful bottom for even if I faced one-my butt faced another. The introductions came about followed by-what have you studied beta and what do you like to do in your free time- I mean reallyyyy, I was wondering at the back of my mind-they STILL ask these questions? Thank god for small mercies, I didn’t have to bring in a tray of tea and enumerate which all snacks I had made for then they would have to suffice with Maggi and whether the tea cosy was hand embroidered by moi. I was almost anticipating the unfurling of a scroll with some questionnaire and was gearing up with my general knowledge and home science when soon they lost interest in me almost insulting hain na? and a bitching and gossiping session went under way against those unfortunate members who were not present there at that time I later realized that it was a sort of family tradition, carried on perhaps through generations-a little gossip keeps our doctors away. And my god, they were explicit-it was as though I was suddenly transparent and so were they-I mused, ‘Kya family hain!’

Anyways, I passed the litmus test and also finally the boy-meeting-the-girl- test which was strictly "private"-just twenty people from the clan as against four of mine with flying colours because my dearly beloved says he was hooked at first sight. The ‘rooka’ ceremony at my beloved’s home soon came by and yo-ho, more members and more introductions! I was almost tempted to check the closets to ascertain if there were few of them hiding in there because they kept tumbling out at astonishingly regular intervals. 'Beta, yeh hain bade papa, yeh chote papa, yeh Abc papa, yeh Cde papa and more papas and chachas and tayajis and buas and masis and mamis' and endless list of cousins popping out and asking, bhabhi, you remember me don’t you? Ya sure, I would say-you are the cute one, you are the intelligent one, you are the sweet one because honest to goodness, I would be damned if I said I remembered what their parents addressed them with yes, diplomacy is my middle name sometimes. Since the gift envelopes in my hand were doubling with the same lightning speed, I gave up counting heads in a while for even in utter helplessness we women tend to not lose sight of monetary delights amassing within our reach to splurge.

After that was the toe touching ritual. I was pleading to bhagwan ji in my mind-why can’t they all just stand in a line so in one breathe I go about touching everyone’s feet and get over with it. I was even contemplating to suggest the flying-toe touching version like the flying kiss ones. I mean, I had to bend and then stand, bend again and straighten up, hold the neck of my kurta from sinking dangerously low and then bend again. I truly believe that severe back aches in women are an indirect outcome of the toe touching rituals that they are subjected to and also if everyone lived in joint families like these they would not need gyming never mind the fact that I still do-it proves I am exceptional in more ways than one.

At the next meeting with my dearly beloved, I went all armed to face the crisis-a big art sheet, a pencil and a rubber. I drew a big tree and then a flowchart of the members and their siblings with offspring and their off springs and any other extensions I should know of. All names neatly written and relations enumerated for me to go home and mug up and also tell my parents so that they do not commit any blunders that cause the words, "Baraat wapas le chalo" uttered at the mandap and me saying a long, screeching 'Naaahiinnnnn!' And here I had thought my education days were over! My father- in-law has four real brothers and a sister and then his father had many siblings and thereby a cartload of chachas and cousins whom I don’t think I would be able to humanly categorize or recognize even now or ever in this birth!

So like this, a nuclear family girl got entry into a big household, thronged with people of all shapes and sizes, egos and magnanimities, sweetness and sourness-and boy what a ride it has been!

If we could ever collect everyone at one place to be clicked, we'd probably look like this!

 Each one here has welcomed me with such open arms in their existing fabrics that I never felt that I didn’t belong here in the first place. Being the youngest I feel so overwhelmed when everyone pampers me to the hilt-all my eccentricities are ignored and whims upheld as they go out of their way to show how much they care. And the children of the house and I, have formed mutual admiration societies. When the whole clan gets together, the guffaws can be heard till miles down the street and the dirtiest of naughty minds were all born and nurtured here. We can never have small gatherings or small hearts. Oh God! I must have done something right to deserve this and hope and pray that I and they continue to do so!

For A Successful Arranged Marriage

   

    FOR MEN

     1)UGLY OLD SAGGY MAID- Women are insecure and really sceptical. Appoint an old woman as your maid and make her feel that unlike other guys you don’t go for the bootylicious, cleavage showing,  saree pallu falling types. 

2.   2)BE A DOG- Women talk a lot, nag a lot, cry a lot, bitch a lot and complain a lot. Whenever a dog sees his master crying, all the dog does is sit near him, make a sad puppy face and look at his master and sometimes keep his sad dog head on the masters lap. Same way when your woman cries, go sit beside her, hug her, make a face which tells her that her crying hurts you and let her talk. Women love to feel special.

3.   3)SEX- Don’t be an animal and force her into sex every single night. Women like to be cuddled. You might not like the cuddling and talking all night drama but honey, it will make your woman worship you.

4.   4)BE THE HERO IN THE CHICKFLICK- Admit it, you are bad in giving surprises. You roll your eyes every time your wife says ‘AWWWWWW’ when the hero in the movie does something really sweet for his wife/ girlfriend. Surprise her by cooking (you get READY TO COOK packets in the market), get home a bit early and take her for dinner, be a starry eyed boy in love. SHE IS TRAPPED FOREVER!

5.   5)ANGER MANAGEMENT- Women like mind games and they can poke the devil out of its dormant state. Even if you shout at her, accidently curse her or bang the door real hard while leaving the place, make sure you wipe the crime scene clean soon before the memory gets etched in her brain. Make sure things become normal again. A kiss always works, obviously with a sorry. If you do not make her forget, she will bring this up everytime you do something wrong. It will become her secret weapon.

       FOR WOMEN 

      1)GOOD FOOD- Call your grandmother, buy all the TARLA DALAL cook books, Youtube good recipes and bring the chef out of you. Get your flag hoisted on his stomach. 

      2)GREAT SEX- You can never be bad in bed as long as you do not pretend to be a dead body who in incapable of stimuli. Do something, anything! Make him feel he is good. Switch between submission and dominance and voila you have a devotee!

3)LITTLE NAGGING- It’s in your blood and I know it! Nagging is synonymous to the term WOMAN. Bring it out little by little instead of blasting it all in one go. Don’t tell him he is wrong and that he should change. Let him know your likes and dislikes in a very low and cute tone. He will listen.

 4)DON'T OWN HIM- He isn’t your slave but your man. Don’t always meddle in his business, his choices and preferences, do not complain about his boy gang and don’t stop him when he wants to have a Drinking party with his boys. Let him have a whiff of the bachelor days air even after marriage. He will always be loyal to you.

  

OK!  So I have included just 4 points under the Women part, because women are hard to handle and men are easy to please. All major fights are started by women and continue for long because of the female ego, vanity etc. Men too put in their share though.

P.S- Sorry!for not posting regularly here. Nothing I write is good enough. Even this. Also I am not married :P. You don’t need to eat shit to know how it tastes, do you? 

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Kar ke dekho, accha lagta hai!

              Have you ever wondered what a marvelous system our human body is? One of its uniqueness is the ability to produce blood. No other industry, no other animal can produce human blood. Blood produced in the body is regularly generated and in addition to the requirement of your body you have a surplus amount of blood kept as buffer!  For every kg of your body, you have 20 ml excess blood! So if you are as much as 50 kg ,you have 1 litre of blood in excess! 

              So much about our body we take for granted and fret about being dark, skinny, fat etc etc. But there are people out there who only wish they had a normal body like yours. You all must have heard of blood banks right? and the thought that comes into your mind is "Accidents" "surgery" and such situations that require blood to be given only during the treatment. 

              But imagine someone having to transfuse blood every 15 days! Have you ever heard of Thalassemia? It is a blood disorder, wherein the patient has to be given blood every 15 days all his life! But giving blood has another risk- excess deposition of Iron in the body which can turn toxic. So this patient is pierced an injection every night for 8-10 hours, all his life! Painful thought isn't it? Would you want to give such a life to your child? 

             Thalassemia can be minor or major. Thalassemia minor is quite common and symptomless and often the person doesn't know all his life that he is a Thalassemia minor, unless he marries another Thalassemia minor in ignorance and their offspring is a Thalassemia major! Yes two thalassemia minors would certainly give birth to a Thalassemia major and this child will require blood every 15 days all his life. 

             Thalassemia is not detected by regular blood check. There is a specialized test for the same. Please get it done and save your child this terrible painful life. If you are not a Thalassemia minor then well and good, but if you are a Thalassemia minor then please ensure you do not marry a Thalassemia minor.

             Some blood banks often do Thalassemia check-up free of cost for the donors. I did mine yesterday. Results awaited! 

             Educating the readers about Thalassemia was one thing I wanted to do. 

             Next I would like to stress on the importance of blood donation.

Do we not revere those who save our life? Doctors, soldiers etc. You can be the one for someone too.. a life giver.

Your blood won't save just a single life.. It could save atleast 3 lives.. Your WBCs could be given to an AID's patient, RBCs to a cancer patient, and platelets to someone else! 

What would you lose? Just 300-350 ml from that excess 1 litre?? That too will be regenerated in 3 months! 

But imagine your blood could save someone in dire need of it. Wouldn't it be great? 

I have seen people back out from donation, because they are scared of needles or seeing blood. Would you do the same if your loved one was dying and only your blood could save him/her? 

If you are skeptical about the needles, make sure they use new ones or better carry your own which is cheaply available in any chemist shop. 

What are the prerequisites for donating blood?

• Donor should be above 18 years of age
• Donor should be minimum 47 kg weight
• Donor should have normal haemoglobin level (this is checked before you donate blood at the blood bank itself)
• Donor should have normal or about the normal blood pressure i.e 80/120 (this too is checked at the blood bank)
• Donor should not be on any medication (antibiotics or hormonal.. some blood banks accept blood from donor having controlled bp i.e those who take bp tablets everyday)
• Donor should not have had any case of malaria, jaundice, consistent fever, unexplained weight lose, accidents, sexually transmitted diseases etc in the past one year.
• If donor is a woman, she should not be menstruating or just completed her cycle in the same week.

Precautions to be taken before and after donating blood.

• Never donate blood on an empty stomach. You should have had something in last four hours. Never donate blood on a full stomach either. Half hour after a full meal would be correct.
• Have a glass of water prior to donating blood.
• Lie down for 5 minutes after blood donation.
• Eat what is provided immediately after donation (usually Parle-G biscuit and tea is provided at the blood bank)
• Keep having lots of water the entire day after blood donation. 
• Do not go out in strong sun the same day.
• Do not donate blood within 3 months of donating blood.

Blood donation hardly takes about half an hour and pains lesser than an ant bite.If you are fit and fine then thank God for this wonderful gift and pass on this gift of life..

You would be given a donor card at the blood bank. On this card you can get blood once for any of your friends or relative, god forbid, if they need blood. You yourself can get blood for lifetime on this card. So you are doing yourself and your loved ones a favor too ,in addition to saving three lives! 

So I would say- karke dekho, accha lagta hai..

Lastly, there is something I noticed at this blood bank, which is a cause of concern.

Out of so many girls who came to donate blood, one or two are selected, rest are turned away! 

The reason- low haemoglobin.

I understand that women lose a lot of blood during menstruation which leads to low iron levels in them. But the large number of low haemoglobin women is alarming! 

Low blood pressure is equally prominent. 

I don't know how many of you know here, that low haemoglobin means anemia sooner or later! 

Low red blood cells means low oxygen for your body girls! 

Do you feel any of this frequently?

• Headache
• A feeling of weakness
• Shortness of breath
• Cognitive problems
• Pain in the chest
• Pale skin
• Fast/Irregular heartbeat
• Dizziness

IF yes then please get a hemoglobin count down and start with the corrective measures. 

The craze for size zero will wither away, but the damage done to your body will be permanent. Take care of your health and start eating right balanced diet. Remember that fat does not always mean "not fit". I m fat but I can proudly say that my body qualifies all that comes under "fit". 

To maintain good hemoglobin levels eat proper diet rich in iron and vitamins:

Shell fish, chicken, liver, beef, red meat, turkey, fish, pork, etc are good sources of iron. Eggs, dark vegetables, green leaves, dried fruits, nuts and beans are also rich in iron. 

While taking iron supplements and iron rich food, some food items, which affect the body's ability to absorb iron need to be avoided. These iron-blockers include tea, coffee, foods rich in fiber, foods with high levels of calcium like milk, cheese, chocolate, caffeinated drinks and some medicines with phosphates and antacids. It will be more beneficial if you take vitamin C supplements or foods rich in vitamin C along with the treatment of iron deficiency anemia. Vitamin C helps in the increased absorption of iron in the body and thereby increases hemoglobin levels. Iron supplements should be taken as per the prescription of your doctor. 

Take care and stay fit :) 

O dil bewakoof !

Yea, I have a दिल , and my दिल  is बेवाकूफ़ !

  Every-time I see a good guy, my heart just starts jumping !! 

Okay not every second guy that I see, but every time I see a perfect guy, why does this बेवक़ूफ़ has to get so seriously involved in my love affair? Yes, my love affair! 

It's my life, my taste, my eyes, my senses that see that person and tells my mind and my conscious that that person is simply perfect for me and then my intellectual mind starts preparing for a plan to achieve the target but then this बेवक़ूफ़  comes into play and I get emotional :( I start thinking about all the possibilities of a proposal, even a friendship proposal posed in-front of that guy. 

Why is my दिल such a बेवक़ूफ़ man !

Okay okay, don't be so angry my little red pounding idiot heart.Let the readers also decide who is बेवक़ूफ़. You or me :P 

    This guy is my good friend. He's intelligent and is from my caste only. Our families know a bit about each other. He is polite. Smart to look at. He's funny and is always lightening up the environment. Has a very practical approach towards life and things. Is well spoken, well mannered. And loves enjoying life. He's tall. These are all the relevant things I look in a guy to see him in that ways.

Now coming to how he treats me. He's very open regarding things, be it about his ex or of his present crushes. At the same time, he treats me in a very protective and caring way. Never leaves a chance to meet me or talk to me. We used to chat for hours, sharing our daily stuff during holidays. He guides me, sometimes authoritatively, sometimes sweetly, be it on a personal of professional level. Always is concerned how I take my life and always want to hear out all the smallest details of the problems I face. In short, he's one of those first perfect guys I have met so far. 

Now, coming to my  दिल बेवक़ूफ़  part. My heart likes him but my mind argues that I am not the correct girl for him. I am not so lively, good to look at, fair like him and also I lag in educational level too. But then, this बेवक़ूफ़  just keeps on thinking about all the stupid possibilities this idiot can actually imagine. I feel so terrible at times when I meet him as a friend with brain treating him as one of well wisher's but this बेवक़ूफ़  keeps dreaming in the opposite direction, I am shy to say in what direction :P lol

Now coming to this second guy! Man, he drives me crazy ! He's just so sweet, so well mannered, so nice, so well spoken, so cute, so smart. Man! He's another perfect guy! He too is of my same caste, his family too has same traditions as that of mine. Infact, he lives totally the way we live. We just have so many similarities, be it in anything.

He's tall. Smart, educated, belongs to a nice family and also one of good friends. Cares so much for me when we are together. Never ever makes me feel low. He's always lightening up the environment. And the shocking thing is we have so many common interests. It's something that has never happened in 22 years of my life! 

He talks so honestly and frankly that whenever he speaks I only feel like listening to him, without uttering a word ;) He just looks so cute when he speaks. His talks are always so interesting to listen to, he's always cracking jokes, but he also praises the qualities he feels like praising. And this is the quality I like the most in him. He's just so innocent to talk to. Of-course he knows all the evils do's and dont's of today. He knows how to behave with a girl, how to tackle things, how to be Mr. charming :P

He talks wonderfully. He actually knows how to make my mood. He just cares  for me so differently. Man! I am so much getting trapped in his charm! Warns me about what not to do. Praises me like nobody has done before. I just feel so comfortable, lively and happy when he's around. He does makes me smile :)

Now, coming to the real confession. I like them both. No, wait. One more than the other. But I don't know whether they like me or not. :( And this is where my दिल  comes into scene and does all that बेवकूफी ! How am I supposed to tell somebody how much influenced my stupid दिल is with him. How am I supposed to get out of all this ! These two treat me like I have been never treated before and also like nobody treats a friend. Now, who's बेवक़ूफ़? 

Me or my दिल !

Little Droplets of love and life

Hey there,

Why are you being so grumpy and not visiting me? That too, this time of the year!!! As I remember, you were the first to welcome me and give a nice feeling about Hyderabad, when I stepped into this city last year. Have you forgotten all those chit-chats we used to have when you slightly accompanied me all the way when I walk from my office to the outside of the tech park? And how you used to get angry and used to plunk hard on me that I had to avoid you to protect myself from your wrath though I did not want to? And then, again you will calm down and we will go for a compromise walk. But, this year, you seemed to be visiting for a while at the beginning of last month and then poof!! Where art thou? I miss you badly. You make me feel so cheery and bring out the kid in me. Whenever I meet you, there’s a hop in my walk and a spark in my talk. You are the love and life on earth, for me. Do you remember those naughty times when I used to peek out to check if your anger had subsided and then you will come out of your hiding and hit me hard? Even the flowers and plants decking my path to and from office are missing you. They are dull and show me their gloomy faces every morning and evening and then I too go like :( :(. When you visited me at night, me being sound asleep, all curled up and cozy, you used to leave messages on the leaves and flowers. And, that made me feel so special when I woke up in the morning and sensed your overnight presence. I don’t know what made you angry, but please do not show your wrath by being silent. Forgiving is your nature and that’s your divinity.

Waiting for your arrival,

A kid who can never make her mind to sing “Rain, Rain, Go Away..”

P.S: As I finished writing this, I looked out through the window and saw little droplets of love and life falling from the sky :) Woohooooo :) :) She heard me, after all :)

Until later :)

A blogger's Confession !

        I was in love 

Didn't know it until I lost my sleep,

my calm and my hunger,

after knowing you Oh my sweet. 

       You were so alluring for my naive heart.

My little red pumping baby was all lost in the spell castled by you !

      Love was a fresh feeling for me.

A new book waiting for me to be ripped beautifully apart.

     I thought like every other girl,

maybe it was my chance to feel 

all that what makes Love so magical and divine.

Maybe it was my turn,

to shower all the long saved love

on a single person waiting out there

just to see my smile !

Love is pure and so was mine.

Your love made me feel,

as if the whole world had lost it's existence power.

I was yours, you were mine.

Days went by like time slipping out

of the hole

and as if you controlled it by some power.  

Whole day spent with you,

seemed like just some hours 

and

some minutes without you 

seemed like a whole era without you!

I wished if years could pass in a blink

and

time when you would be with me

may come very soon !

Everything was going so good,

just as the cupids had planned.

But then something came up 

and

I lost your hand.

You started avoiding me, 

still telling me that you loved ,

  saying that all it was time that you needed,

to show how much you loved.

I waited and waited and waited,

but the pain never went back. 

I took it now as something 

that I will never give you back.

They say ex-lovers should be accused.

Abused for abandoning a girl's love. 

That makes you easy to forget, 

all the anguish that have suffered.

Your ex-lovers identity 

becomes the password of your mail accounts 

or match with your future babies name .

But none of is happening in my case.

Remember you once told me,

How I should discover my potentials well.

And put all the effort in expressing them as well.

I now am seen as a creative person by name,

because I write a blog.

Not just one,I now write a lot.

I saw your blog one day, 

read all your posts in an hour.

And it's because of you 

that I am now a blogger!

Not a good one but still on the path of growth.

I thank you O'my Love for all the support.

The support that you gave, 
unknowingly of-course,

to make me reach this point.

Where I have taken writing, 

as a passion of mine.

Few know this fact, 

and even you are ignorant of this.

But yes,I owe my blog, to you O my dearest !

Of depression bouts and exhilarating haircuts

You know why God destined women to have long hair?

So that we can go chop-chop-chop when we’re down and depressed.

I mean, seriously! Think about it! Do men have that option? Not unless they have long, rockstar-type hair. But for women, it’s such an easy option. You grow your hair so that you can take out all your frustration on your hair rather than go kill the person who caused the frustration.

When I was a kid, I was never allowed to grow my hair. Primarily because I was an asthma patient and my folks felt that if I have too much hair on my head, it’ll lead to unnecessary sweating, which will lead to the next bout of wheezing. Some such logic. So it was always a blunt cut, till just below my ears.

As I grew up, my sister- who was not allowed to cut her hair because she has thick curly hair- started experimenting on me. She took it upon herself to take me to the parlour and then try all sorts of hairstyles on me. Wedge-cut, mushroom-cut, blunt cut, razor-cut, boy-cut- God only knows what and all cut! And I used to sit on the chair and silently cry, because I hated getting my hair cut.

Somewhere in my teens, I started growing my hair. And I used to have nice, silky, straight hair (‘used to’ in bold-italics-underline). So I would take real good care of it. Oil it every week, brush it like every half an hour, try different hairstyles, etc. I used to be known for my hair. I hardly experimented with it, and the most I would do was trim the ends. But it never grew till my waist. It just refused to.

Once I came to Hyderabad, the water completely destroyed my hair. It started falling like the rain falls in Cherapunji- heavily and ALL THE TIME! The texture became rough. And then I went and got a step-cut. That was the end of my hair as I knew it.
I did try to grow it out many times. Each time I go for a haircut, I think “Ok, this is the last time I’m cutting it. I’m going to let it grow. I’m NOT going to chop it off again.”

But here is the problem with me. If I get depressed with something (mostly guy-trouble), I simply HAVE to do something. And by something, I mean, I need to do some type of make-over to make myself feel better. Sounds sad, I know. But I would rather look better than cut a vein or some such bullshit. So every time I get depressed, I either go buy some new dress or get a haircut. One time, I even got a piercing done- third stud in my ear (I realize I’m on the verge of being put in the ‘Cuckoo’ box).

Another reason- even if they’re just trimming the hair a bit, these parlours will charge a minimum of 400 bucks. So I’m like, What the hell, I’m paying this much, I might as well get a proper haircut!

You get the picture?

The last time I had a haircut was in June. Again, the same resolve. That I will let it grow this time. I even went and bought hair serums and a hair straightening iron to style it well.

What was I thinking??

Because hair may come, hair may go. But guy-troubles? They’re a permanent fixture.

So off I marched to the parlour on Saturday afternoon (Yup, I WALKED nearly two kilometres in the hot afternoon sun. I was THAT pissed). I sat in the chair and told the lady, “Just cut it off. Make it short. Do whatever you like.” So she did. Now my formerly bra-hook-length hair (I’m sorry, I don’t know how else to explain the length :/) is now a little below my ears. It’s not exactly a boy-cut, but somewhere along the same lines. And yes, I look like a 7th-standard kid now. Not girl. Kid.

And I felt SO much better after I got it done! It was like half my depression had been chopped away with the hair! I’m still not talking to my guy, but that’s another story. I have my brand new haircut to fuss over right now. Men can wait. ;)

So there you go ladies! Next time you are down-in-the-dumps, don’t bother to slash your wrists or get drunk or make sobbing phone calls. Just go get a haircut. There are so many fun things you can do to your hair! Trust me, it’s the BEST therapy! :)

What do you do when you need a depression-fix?

Peace-d out or More the merrier?

So many opportunities, good money, a lot of benefits!, a bike, a car, an apartment of your own... this is pretty much the life after you graduate (read - IT peeps! ) and land up in one of those glass-ey air-conditioned software companies..

With nuclear family culture taking the lead, Thanks to the numerous builders and developers for all the apartments + everything else you need for a living ( park, club houses, pool....) , most of my friends have started "investing" in these... ( 'With so much traffic and the ever increase in petrol prices, i would rather buy an apartment close to my workplace yaar.. its in a very good locality also!'... ME- 'But, but... won't you feel lonely there without your parents and sister?'... ' I will.. But what to do yaar, life has to move on... I wanna enjoy an independent life for sometime' )...

Having a place of your own, Buying all the things which you've always dreamed of having in your 'home', Cooking whatever you want, Sleeping however and where ever you want!, not having someone nag you to tidy up the place, sleeping with the lights on, walking around in the teeniest of clothes! ;)...  SO much freedom! :) :D ...

The joint families seem to reduce by the day with Kids moving out to places where they have better opportunities.. good education for their kids.. somewhere 'calmer'!...
The aroma from the kitchen when you come back tired from work, not having to worry about the clothes being left out in the rain, the warm blanky ma or pa or ajju will cover you up with when you fall asleep on the couch in front of the TV, Mum yelling at you for not cleaning up the room, Dad asking you, if you remembered to fill fuel, mamma packing a nice hot lunch so that you don't have to rely on the same old canteen food... Soo many people who care for the tiniest of things which make life more easier...

When I hear stories from my grandmum and her sisters about how they would cook for a home full of 20 people, sleep in the same room, how each one had to earn for their 'pocket' money, the amount of food they used to cook and make sure no one went hungry, I kinda shudder at the thought of living in a house with TWENTY people!!! The closest i've come to living in a 'joint' family is, only during the summer vacation at grandmum's place and we were 10 people! It never used to bother me much when i was a kid, the time used to literally fly in all the games and fun with the cousins... As I grew older, i dreaded going to grandmum's house... the noise and literally no privacy at all! and most of the high school summer vacations remained ruined!... annd now that we all have vacation in different months, we hardly get to go out as a 'family' much..

Both have their pros and cons.. While i love the thought having a place of my own and decking it up the way i want and not having to worry about anyone else, I do yearn for the 'mum made' food and talks from the grandma.. :) oh man!

Whats your take on it?

As a girl, the society 'expects' you to "adjust karna padta hai beta!"... :| 

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I'm the RAINBOW

  

I squirm, I squeal; I cringe, I binge; I make my own world and I make it go around on my own finger tips…I’m elegant and beautiful, royal just like a queen….I’m Violet and I’m hard to get ;-)

    

I swoon, I moan; I snare, I take care; I live life to the fullest and let regrets ride by…I’m moody and I ruminate….I’m Indigo and it’s time to let go :(

 

I screech, I beseech; I crave, I cave; I look up at the sky and say beyond you is my destiny…I’m a bundle of contradictions and a picture of joy…I’m Blue..sigh if only you knew :'(

 I’m greed, I have an obsessive need; I horde, I do go overboard; I like pretty little things and big mean things…shoes, perfumes, bags fill me up with envy…I’m Green…watch out I’m going for your spleen :-X

I diverge, I converge; I bounce, I’ll pounce; I blow my troubles away in smoke and make rickety boats to drown them in the tide of time…The spring in my step is contagious…I’m Yellow and life’s meant to rivello..:-D

 

I dream, I beam; I confess, I profess; I live and let live..I’m unique just like everybody else there is…I was sent here for the greater good of men-kind..I’m Orange with phew sooooooo many things to manage ;)

 

I strut, I’m a glut; I slay, I pray; I know life’s not a bed of roses but why not strive to make it one? I believe in the simplicity of lust and the complexity of love…I hold my opinions very dear and I make it very clear…I’m Red and I know no dread :-P

P.S (I was suddenly in the mood to get me-self a huge bunch of pretty red and white roses..I love the droplets of water on the petals and I love the red and white combi..I managed to finish my 3 post for the month just in time ; )

  

P.P.S (Maith: I'm signing up for interview in the month of Jan...It being my bataday month and all what better way to be the celebrity of the month than being one!!!)

P.P.P.S ( I was soooooooooo tempted to end the above excuse of a poem  with "I'm Red with an ugly head" ;-))