~nm pointed me to a contest on Y’s blog where we have to write funny incidents during our married life. The contest has generated a few very funny entries and reminded me of few incidents that happened during early days of my marriage.
So here I go …
If you are a north indian or you are exposed to north indian culture , you must be aware that marriage does mean being sleep deprived and extremely tired apart from all the other things. So most of the wedding ceremonies were over except the much hyped “First Night” that typically happens the next night after the marriage. And the bride and groom have been awake for almost 36 hours if not more , before the first night.
That “NIGHT” ..I was just waiting to retire in my room , was anxious thanks to the movies , but was sleepy ..just so typical me. And at 10 in the night , I was told to change into a fresh sari and do some make up by my SILs. Little did I know that they were asking me to get ready for “First night” and nor did I know that its going to be so FILMY 😛 Not that I minded filmy style 😉 but then wearing a sari again at 10 pm with makeup and jewellary ..aaaah.
After some time I was all decked up…taken to my room which was decorated with roses and crysanthem and looked lovely and my tall dark and handsome guy stood there in silk kurta …so sweet ..I thought. Then they clicked a few photos , in which I look almost drunk ..my eyes drooping with sleep. And then they left us there alone 🙂
So whatever happened ..or did not happen that night , my husband did woke me up at 4 am in the morning. Well ..can someone be angry with a loving husband , so soon in married life …I almost felt like shouting , its just 4 am. But when I opened my eyes I also was out of the bed within seconds.
The bedsheet was red …okay not with what comes to your mind ..it was red with the rose petals that were spread on it before we sleep. Uff we cursed ourselves for being so filmy and not clearing the bed before lying down.
But what next ..the newly wedded couple scrubbed the bedsheet together in the bathroom , sneaked from the back door and dried it in the back yard and just kept praying that no one questions 😛
Romantic ..isn’t it !!
Thats not all ..
After a day or so I was packing my stuff for our honeymoon. My SIL’s 4 year old was tagging along with me since I was married , excited and curious about having a Mami 🙂 That meant cute company and not romantic sneak peeks , coz everytime hubby would sneak in , he was there 🙂
So the plan was that FIL would take us to temple and then will drop us to the station for the honeymoon further. My little companion asks me , “Mami aap ja rahe ho” and I said yes. Then he asks …”kiske saath”. And I told ” Mama aur Nanu ke sath” , meaning husband and FIL. Pat came the reply from him in a full volume …” Arreee , honeymoon teen log thode hi jaate hai”..3 people don’t go for honeymoon :P.
I just looked around wide mouthed and cursed myself for underestimating the general knowledge of the little guy 🙂
Now that I have started writing ..I can think of a few more ..but thats for later .
So whats your story ? 😉
Tulika is looking for rhymes in various indian languages. So below are few which have so many memories attached to them.
There are perhaps the first two or among the first few rhymes that me and my brother heard as babies.
The Moon that fascinate everyone as a kid :
chanda mama door ke
paue pakaye boor ke
aap khaye thali mein
munne ko de pyali mein
pyali gayi toot
munna gaya rooth
nayi pyali layenge
munne ko manayenge
And elephant , we always wanted elephant to come home and so it goes like this:
Haati raja kahan chale ,
sund utha ke kahan chale ,
kaan hila ke kahan chale,
mere ghar aa jao na ,
halwa poori khao na.
Apart from that , we heard “aate baate” , “aaja ri nindariya” and “akad bakad” several times as kids. My husband on the other hand has fond memories of “gala goli kali gaye …kana patti kana patti Kurrrrr” but we do not remember the complete wordings.
Then as I became about 5 years these were my favourites.
Here 3 or more kids used to play together. 2 kids join hand and make a gate and sing the following. While rest of the kids walk under the gate around the gatemen.
Poshampa bhai poshampa ,
Dhakuo ne kya kiya
Sau rupaye ki ghadi churai
aath aane ki rabadi khayi
ab toh jail mein aana padega
jail ki roti khani padegi
jail ka paani peena padega
And then the gate will close to catch any of the kid who is taking rounds between the four arms , while the challenge for the kids who takes round is to escape.
And then there was a clapping chant in school. I forgot how we used to clap but I can remember the words :
Aa meena , meena ka paala,
isnowwhite , kamyaab , kamyaab,
(now faster clapping and singing)
Aa meena , meena ka paala,
isnowwhite , kamyaab , kamyaab.
Do share your childhood memories.
Then it meant 1 hour for selecting 3 rakhis,
Then it meant writing long letters to cousins,
Then it meant a holiday and puja,
Then it meant getting gift from brothers,
Then it meant teasing and being teased by brothers,
Then it meant sevain ki kheer,
Then it meant a fun filled day
Now it means 10 minutes for selecting 6 rakhis,
Now it means writing 2 liners as cover letter,
Now it means a working day and hurridly getting ready,
Now it means accepting gifts with lot of fuss,
Now it means wishing over the phone,
Now it means nostalgia and memories
Times do change with age
Like I said Aryan will be starting his school this week. So this weekend we were supposed to buy his school supplies. Nothing much is required for nursery except a bag , tiffin and water bottle. And I was mighty excited and impatient to finish the shopping. My husband told me , you are more excited than Aryan. OFCOURSE I WAS!!! To Aryan school is just another word , that he has recently added to his english vocabulary.
But to me, for me school brings nostalgia. Friends , masti , fights , crushes , favourite and hated teachers , their saris and sandals, favourite stories , games etc etc.
And a new year meant lot of shopping , just for my own self.Books , notebooks , bags , bottle , tiffin ,uniform etc.
I remember every year how excited I was when the new session would begin. We will buy books , cover them , put labels , write names , pack them nicely in school bags. Everything was so exciting for me. I used to admire my new books and notebooks, cover them with brown paper carefully. The selection of labels/name slips (Chits , as we called them then) used to be a major point of interest for me. I used to pick the cutest ones. And then another major point of interest was what slip to put on what notebook/book. Yeah ..funny it may sound today but my favourite subject like English / science should get the cutest chit on the notebook. And the hated subjects like maths can have a slip with a dragon picture. It also depended on teachers. My favourite teachers should see cutest pictured name slips on my notebook.
And school bags , we were not supposed to buy new school bags every year , since my parents believed in spending judiciously and bags won’t worn out every year. But once in 2-3 years there used to be a new bag. The selection of school bag was quite a task. And then the new bag was handled with utmost care for an year. The second year though , it was handled roughly , in the hope that we would get a new one next year 😛
When we young , selection of water bottles and tiffins, admiring water bottles of friends was major fun. What colour water bottle should I buy , should / should not it have a straw and important decisions like these would take lot of my time. Again water bottles and tiffins would last more than an year and so I would get a chance to make this descisions once in few years and I used to give them my best 🙂 And then came the fashion of owning a milton water bottle. It was good the first year as we enjoyed the cold water but became so boring the following years. Those bottles were costly and supposed to be used for longer, plus everyone had the same colour and design 😦
Now that Aryan would go to school , I plan to relive parts of my school life. And so we went shopping for Aryan. First destination was staples though we ran back from there without looking back. The smallest school bag was 1200/- :-O :-O I realized that not only I would relive my school life but I would also face what my parents would have gone through ! LOL!
Finally we bought school bag from Spar. The cutest and smallest of the lot there with a garfield on it. Ofcourse I forgot that I have a son and not a daughter and within an year or two , the cuteness will be replaced by the manness and he would love things with spiderman and superman. But for now , I can get him what I love and once choosen I can ask him , if he likes it or not 😛
Ofcourse while buying bottle and tiffin we looked for the quality of plastic and ease of usability , again only this year , next year he would decide what he wants and I would give in for sure 🙂 Though he loved the pooh bear on one of the 2 tiffins we bought 🙂
So all set for Aryan to begin a new journey. A journey of lifetime.
Share your school stories.
Like you know we took a 10 days off and went to attend 2 weddings. So I managed to steal 3 days of f the hectic wedding routine and went to see my parents. And from there we went to my grand parents house(kind of a farm house) for a day. The house which we spent our childhood in and the house where I stayed with my uncle’s family for my PG.
It was like a dream come true for me. In last 4 years (after wedding) this was my 2nd visit to that place. Earlier I went for an hour without Anupam when Aryan was only a month old. Like I mentioned in one of the posts long back , that house has got so many associated memories to it. I so much wanted to share all that with Anupam. Wanted to show him the famous places in the house about which he has been hearing since long. Yeah yeah , famous means the places with associated incidents and memories , like a dried pond in which we played cricket with a hockey stick :P. And my favourite spots of introspection and self study.
I so much wanted to see Aryan running into the fields like we did , catching birds and butterflies. I know he is too young for my stories but still I was sure he would enjoy the open space and he did !
I also took Anupam around the city to my eat outs. And he acknowleged that it was worth it , especially with all the excitement and happiness on my face 🙂 So sweet of him 🙂
We met all the relatives and spent nice time.
Apart from that trip , at my home , we spent lovely time with my parents and brother’s family. Aryan played his role as big brother , only when his cousin was away from Anupam and me. As soon as we took Tejas (brother’s son) he cried to be carried as well. Good part was that he was okay if we carried both together. Tejas is the most adorable and happy baby I have ever seen ! Touchwood! He became so possessive about me that he wanted to be in my lap and did not want me to take aryan at all.
My sis in law treated us with loads of rajasthani dishes served in rajasthani style.
Here are a few pics :
“Big Brother rocking the cradle”
“Trying to get hold of birds”
“My Cricket field”
“Aryan and Tejas with My dad”
“Roaming in fields”
“Yay..dream come true !”
“My Favourite spot to study”
“My Favourite Temple”
“Running in the temple”
Also checkout wedding pics here.
Yesterday one of my friend asked me for ideas to celebrate her first anniversary and gifts for her husband. I was clueless. Then she said , to share the ways I have celebrated my anniversaries.
So I told her that I do silly things and I don’t really know what to gift him when. I always believed in greeting cards and buy the most apt ones for all occasions. And she requested me to share those silly things. And here I go. Though I don’t really remember , what I did for anniversary ,what for his birthday and what for valentines day , I will share all.
Once , I remember that I was expecting and was adviced bed rest. It was his birthday and I tried hard for a week to order a cake , but could order just a bouque. So I ordered the bouque a day in advance and hid it in balcony. Got up before midnight , prepared his favourite halwa and decorated a heart on it with cashews. Decorated a table , with halwa , flowers and candles and woke him up at 12.00.
Once I ordered dinner and served it on terrace , candle light ofcourse.
Once I got a plane cake and did the icing at home and surprised him 🙂
Once I sent him perfumes and shirt on office address, on the D day.
Once I gifted him a personalized calender with pics of Aryan.
AND LAST but NOT THE LEAST :
Once, I got up at midnight, took a RED polythene bag and cut out hearts from it , wrote love quotes and pasted it all over the house (mirror,fridge,bathroom ad where ever he would notice). This was accompanied by some heart shaped ballons as well. He was thrilled to see all that next morning.
So thats about it. Its all for you J. And for you Mama-Mia , since you asked me to share my surprise stories 🙂
Thank you for helping me record these memories 🙂
Editted to add : Just thought of making this a tag , and I tag ~nm,WIAN,Life Begins,Poppins and DDMom. Share you surprise stories 🙂
I have 3 cousins (SA, S and A) and all of them have been 6-8 years younger to me. I some how always thought of them as kids, only to realize recenty that they are already in their late teens and early twenties. It wondered that this is almost the same feeling that I would have when Aryan will be 18 and I kind of had when Aryan celebrated his first birthday.
These little girls , may have never thought that I consider them almost like my kids , when we stayed tegther and discussed everything under the sun. I would help them with their studies and projects. They would come to me with their adoloscent doubts and I would tell them what I thought was good enough for them to know at that age. They used to talk to me about the boys (and girls ) in their class and when I laughed along with them , I also used to get surprised by how I already feel a generation gap between them and myself. I thought I knew too little of this and that when I was that young. I secretly worried about their well being and always tried to find out where they are heading.
I would somethings get too protective and sometimes too authorative unintentionally and would scold them like elders would do. I know that perhaps at those times they would have wondered why am I being so different. But they never argued and always obeyed.
I do not know why I am writing this today. Perhaps I just had a glimpse of how parents would feel when kids grow up to achieve something. Perhaps I realized today that I am getting old. Perhaps the generations are coming closer. Here is the blog of A , started recently. And I loved her work. And that is what initiated this flash back !
By the way , Do let me know , how is the new look of this page !
Hi All,I am back from my vacation and we had a blast. Especially Aryan, no words can express how much he enjoyed the attention and pampering from friends and family.