Good Morning.....to myself !!!

               Its Sunday morning, 7:00 AM. Very early morning to write down something, but I don’t want to waste a thought out of my lazyness.  Surprised, how this has happened !! The bell rang around 6:45, it was our house-hold help on door. My sweet sleep was broken down into analyzing the last night.

              Last night, while chatting with a friend, he made a comment over something, which said, “You know yourself so much”. Over which I replied, “ Khudko hi nahin janoge to auron ko kya jaan paoge.” Isn’t it true, if you don’t know yourself, how would you, to others?

                Honestly, how many of us know ourselves? Do you know what makes you happy? Anyone thing you will do and you are sure it will brighten up your day, even the worse day when your boss has screwed all your past efforts ? Do we know our reaction to any given situation ? Let’s say, you got a chance to live your longest desire or to complete your childhood dream. But this comes with a price tag of cheating your dearest friend. Friend won’t be able to dig out this anytime, though. Would you go for it ? Wait, wait….I don’t need the answer. Give it yourself, and the honest one, please.

                Most of the time we start answering such situational questions diplomatically. Our angle is conquered over our evil.  (But usually this happens only in thoughts.) Only coz we want to keep our image clean, even in our thoughts. But when this comes to be real scenario, world war goes in our body having heart on one side and brain on another. It is well said, “Sabse bada rog, kya sochenge log”. And this is the top reason why can’t we be honest to ourselves.

                How much do we know ourselves? Here are few questions you need to ask yourself to get answer of my previous question.

a)      How much do you like yourself? To support your answer, you need to list down things you like about yourself.

b)      What things you don’t like about yourself? You could have missed to note them being busy in liking yourself. List them separately.

c)       One thing you want to chance about yourself and how passionately have you tried for it ?

d)      One thing over which you want to outshine your one of the closest friend.

e)      The thing you hate about yourself .

f)       How would you like to spend a day when all your friends and dear ones are busy with their chores?

g)      What makes you happy? List down.

h)      What upsets you?

If you don’t know the answers to any one of the above, how can you expect others to answer them. Know yourself first to know others !!!

Good Morning, wake up !!!

A Typical Indian Marriage

Disclaimer : All the characters & incidents in this blog are fictional. They do not intend to taunt, directly or indirectly, to anyone. After all marriages are meant to be enjoyed, thoroughly, i mean tho-rou-gh-ly .

Yuppiee, the day has been finalized when a girl will gets her Masters over the death bed of a boy's Bachelors. The day of their marriage. This auspicious day comes to everyone's life. Few are exceptionally lucky. But as it is said, its something like "laddo" & when it is destined to "pachtana" in either case, people prefer to "pachtao" after eating the "laddo".

Indian marriages do not wind up in single day. They are to be enjoyed for 4-5 days. All the arrangements are in place. From venue gardens, to caters, to parlor, to DJ. Depending upon your social status, you need to show off 1 higher level. For eg., if you belongs to middle-class family, your arrangements should be in accordance to upper-middle class family. After all this is the only way to change your social status stamp !!!

All relatives have come 4-5 days before. The closer the relative is ,earlier will be his arrival. There are many young girls, either bride's friends or cousins. Most of them have come from some bigger city and they think rest all are LS. After all beautiful girls reserve all rights to be a "Snob". The boys from relatives' side and bride's brother's friend have meanwhile choosen their girls. Boys are very understanding among themselves. They don't have clashes while choosing each others' Bhabhi.

Sangeet- the dance party is going on. "Girls from the city" are setting fire on the stage. "Ohh! we also can steal the show", some aunties in mid 30-40 thinks and jump on the stage to spoil boys' fun. Run, Nimmi aunty comes. Whos' Nimmi aunty? Well here are Nimmi aunty's specification 1) she is beautiful among other aunties. 2) she is married to some HS uncle. Then why people are running? Because she will eat you all over her beauty tips. She advertises her son more than advertisments during a movie. Anyways she also danced and for just 2 minutes and then pretended as tired as she was dancing since her birth. Well this was the trick to uncover her hidden necklace in her saree worth Rs 8000. "Oh my God, its too hot." Showing her necklace, fanning with her hand...

By the time girls have actually felt drowsy. Boys were serving them water/cold-drinks. Asking them for anything they want, even if its not on menu. Feels good to be a girl :)

Uncles, the other category, keep themselves away from dance floor. Few may be found on floor because of their dominating wives, but majority kept standing and starring either at some good (you can use any word you want) aunties-girls-aunties gang or waiting for cocktail stall to pick up !
At far 1 corner, away from everyone's eye, you will find a blushing girl holding hands in hands with one of those LS guy. Hurrey atleast one succeeded. After all love wins and next marriage is planned in this marriage.

You must be thinking I didn't mention anything about bride/groom. Who are they? Oh yeah, in whose marriage we have come. But this is truth. Who cares about them apart from themselves, for each other. I seriously doubt, how they spent their 25 years apart, always talking on phone and texting. Mobile companies are most benifitted during the time from engagement to marriage.

So, guys and gals, thanks for attending this marriage.

"Aye hoto khana khake jana, hooo" - courtsey Khichdi

MUMBAI

Mumbai - truly said as the "City of Dreams" !! I came 3 years back here to start my career in IT world. In beginning, I didn't like the place. It was too crowded for me. Everyone was running. People weren't bothered about their neighbors. In weekdays, children could not enjoy their dinner with their father. I was surprised, what's that which makes it so lovable "Amachi Mumbai" .

With the passage of time, I came to know the answers of my Qs. Earlier what was crowd for me, now I was part of it. City is shelter for all. Individuals from every corner of India came together to make Mumbai and become Mumbaikers. The zeal with which city celebrates every festival like Ganpati, Diwali, Id, Holi, Christmas, I guess is enough to show that it is not only for Marathis. It is city of every Indian. The courage with which Mumbaikers fought with terror attacks, either on local trains or 26/11, gave answer to all those who thinks they can steal the zeal. After the 3rd hr. of bomb blasts in locals, people again showed out their trust and faith and were back on tracks. That is most what I like about city, its everlasting spirit !!!

Mumbai is a place to enjoy. enjoy your dreams, enjoy your problems, enjoy your aspirations and even enjoy your loneliness. Yes, you would never get bored even sitting all alone. Now I start loving Mumbai... Yes I am in love with the place . Ohh please, dont try to mix-n-match with "Wake up Sid". I love Mumbai because of the way it carries life, not because of any other reason. Why to bother your neighbors when you have your own bundle of stuff to do and problems to look at. You can have your friends, who must not be your neighbors.  I hope all Qs are answered here. !!!

Mumbai Rocks !!!

Journey to home

          

Festive season was ON. Navratri, then Dusshera and now was high time for Diwali. Home-freaks like me always keep a close track of vacations. I was to travel from Mumbai to Gulabpura. There were 2 good options for me, either by train or I could take flight to Jaipur. But why to let Lakshmiji go away from you and that too around Diwali, No No... so I opted for train. I choose "INDIAN RAILWAY".

I have planned my Diwali break several months back. Since booking window opens 3 months prior to the date of journey, I have marked the date in my calendar. I logged on to railway site on the day my alarm rang, you might be thinking what a planner I am .....!!! NO, I am an idiot, I logged in the noon... the time by which it was already 156 waiting for AC 3-Tier and hardly 3 seats were left out in sleeper. No, I am not a miser, but train I am looking for do not have 2-Tier AC, in case you are thinking...Never mind, I took sleeper ticket which comes out to be S6-seat#4.

Finally the day came when I woke up early, loaded myself with 2 bags and rolled for office. I left office 2 hrs before to have fantastic journey in Indian railway sleeper coach. Found few friends on platform, boarded the train which was running 10 min. late. Here it started...my journey, no my misery. Luggage was already flooding, seemed like people have booked a birth especially for their precious historic huge bags. I just managed to be seated on my birth requesting those bags to shift little-little. Soon all bags took their place, under the seat and passengers were allowed to enjoy their seats. 4-5 hrs flew gossiping with friends and hanging on my  i-pod. For dinner, we have taken two meals from Surat station, which were not too relishing as their price suggested. Anyways, I over-done myself with flavored milk and made my mind to go to sleep now.

Seat#4 came lower birth in 1st compartment of the boggie. 1st compartment means very close to stinking loo and to add to misery the 1st corridor light can't be turned off. Lower birth was so low that it was causing trouble in breathing. I hide myself in my blanket to avoid that "sun" over my head. Sometime later, I felt I would boil, then again was in deep sleep. Soon my sleep was disturbed when a kiddo was taken to loo. He was horribly crying and his mother was creating scene by still beating him...beating him to stop crying. OMG!

Then the cold breeze hit me and soon my nose started running faster than the train. lolzzz. I was finding it tough to breathe and seat was not deep to sit in when the middle birth is opened. I somehow managed to sleep-wake-sleep praying to be at home soon. With the 1st ray, I shifted myself to side lower birth whose passenger just got down at Bhilwara. Just 1 more hour left to be at home. I called papa to inform about train arrival. Didn’t know how, but I slept. Sleeping …ssszzzz…sszzzz. It what just luck that I woke up 2 mins before the station, else would have reached somewhere else. Apart from that would get a good scolding from papa too. I reached home…Mummy was waiting for me and had breakfast and again slept !!! Hurray … Happy Diwali !!!