Why do people shy away from saying what they believe. Why do they behave all friendly on face and wish that you or your race should have never existed. Why do I hate this hypocrisy so much 😦
You have last piece of your favourite sweet and 2 contenders..you and your 6 year old ?
~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 ? 😉
..you feel too low.
well ..I just read few of my old posts from kids blog ..doesnot help today 😦
Don’t ask me the reasons please ..coz there is hardly any 😛
..I am sure you know this ..no one in this country cares for your life…except the people waiting at home. Please be responsible and careful about your own self.
What if you have offices on both sides of an eight lane road and not a single pedestrian crossing/ bridge , you cannot run and cross the road.
What if you don’t have any space between the drain and the road, you need to choose what is less risky ..the drain or the road.
What if you walk off the road at the mercy of car drivers , bikers , traffic police men , contruction workers ..its your life after all.
So be careful ..coz no one else does.
..how can some people talk so sweetly all the time ? Even if its the demand of their job ..still ..don’t they get tired of it.
One example would be a HR guy in our company ..he makes you feel like an asset, whenever you talk to him ..even though you know he might not mean half of what he says or may be 100% of what he says ..he sounds genuine 🙂
Ofcourse I admire the skill ..wish I had it too.
When I was a kid ..rains meant ..
frogs , yellow ones and tadpoles
Ants ..loads of them and sitting in dark to avoid them and cuddling and joking with each other and stamping on ants when they find their way inside.
puddles and jumping in them
getting wet on way back to school and shivering in the living room to make mummy shout at us for making everything wet and for taking bath soon to avoid cold and we secretly enjoying that
rain coats ..the blue one
walking in water thats upto the knee in school and collecting the red flowers that will fall off the trees
or a rainy day holiday from school that some one would inform while we were already half way and that would bring the biggest grin possible.
Now ..rains mean..
clothes in the balcony that will not dry for 2 days
kids who will soon catch cold
Ants …when near my elder one ..make him freak and when near my younger one , make me freak.
puddles ..that make me worry about my footwear and dress
getting wet and making my house wet…and kids getting wet and catching cold
maid who is the only one to still claim a rainy day holiday
When did I stop enjoying simple pleasures of nature ? Is that what adulthood does to you 😦
No no , not asking about those password changing rules , like it should be alpha numeric , 8 charaters long etc.
Every 3 weeks or so the machine prompts us to change passwords. These cannot be repeated for a very long time. And obviously we need to remember them too. So they should be sensible yet no obvious kinds.
So how do you decide those kind of passwords ? Do you keep names of friends as passwords ? Do generate a random string and store it somewhere ? Do they reflect your mood ?
Mine do. My passwords reflect my mood on the day I change them. They will be happy / sad / abstract / philosphical based on my mood.
So can you guess what’s my current password, that I changed today 🙂
P.S : I resigned from my current company today.
Also , here is a post about Aryan’s 6th Birthday Party :
The house ..we bought a new house (our first !) that will be our home from next month ! Its a dream come true. All the energy and thoughts these days is to get that ready. Majority of the work will be done by month end and rest we will keep doing as we go.
The kids ..so much is changing with both of them every single day.
He is growing up to be handome and smart. Always excited and happy and full of energy. May be in the second best phase of his childhood after the baby phase. He turns 6 tomorrow. His needs are a lot of time especially with so much happening in school. However he is happy with his ownself nowadays. I am loving him the way he is now 🙂
She is growing up to be naughty. A fussy eater. A charmer. She is on my mind even when she is not around. Her smiles keep me going even at midnights 😛
The job ..which I intend to change. I actually can change today(have something in hand). Just that I need a little more push and support from near and dear ones.
The husband ..who hardly gets any time from me these days and vice versa. Hope to spend more time with him once we settle down in our nest.
And there is more ..the future, the daycare that the kids will soon have to start and that we need to hunt , studies of the elder one , development of the younger one , the corners of the new house that are shaping up in my imaginations , the time which is always less with so much to do, the blog that has been neglected for too long now , the kids blog that is not been updated as often as it should be , my weight that I should loose and what not.
That was what is on my mind literally ..whats on your mind ?
..to be part of such a society.
When will we learn to respect humans ? Men don’t respect women , women don’t repect women and worse is no one respect humanity.
I feel bad for the woman who faced this. I feel worse for the man who came to help her. I bow down and salute to both of them for standing by whats right.
Read this :
When I read or face this kind of situations I feel a chill in my spine. What kind of world we are living in and making our kids live. What kind of values should we give them.