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The weekend & some realizations

The second weekend of July has been a well spent one after almost one & a half months. There was no tension of unpacking, washing, expecting plumber or electrician… It has been terribly stressful over the past few weeks. Finally this weekend was absolutely dedicated to us.

I had no plans for Saturday. As usual I didn’t get lunch at work thinking that I have to finish by afternoon, come back and then eat. But then as fate would have it, my boss was there and somehow it got stretched till 3. 😦

Realization: No matter how efficiently you plan your work, if your boss wants to keep you in office till late, you can hardly have your way.

After leaving office, I realized how hungry I was. While I was planning what to eat, my colleague K called & said he has also got free and we can go together till the metro station. After reaching the metro station, he said that another colleague V is on his way and they are planning to go to Jama Masjid, Old Delhi for lunch. K invited me to join as well. I declined twice but K kept on requesting me & I finally agreed. Thought it would be a good scope to interact with them better at a more personal level and I was terribly hungry anyway! So the 3 of us started our journey.

Realization: Unplanned ventures are always more fun than what we plan for long time. And many a times your plans fail but sudden plans are always successful!

After changing the metro twice and discussing about all sorts of things, personal and professional and 5 minutes of walk, we reached the famous Karims restaurant which is known all over the world for it’s biryani and other non veg delicacies. I had always wanted to visit this place but never got a place as it’s always crowded. But maybe due to the odd hour, we managed to get place to sit. Though I couldn’t try the biryani, but I relished the unique tangy & spicy flavour of jahangiri chicken! Sadly, V is following a veg diet as it’s a ritual among people in certain regions to eat veg food during the month of monsoon. Sadly he kept munching paneer paratha! 😦 Even my roomie sounded very jealous when she heard that I’m hogging chicken while she can’t even think about having non veg! Funny customs I tell you! No offence to anyone, but if you are so much in love with your non veg and keep thinking when will this one month end and I can eat meat again… What’s the point really? Whom are they kidding? Anyway, to each to his own.

Realization: It’s not the custom that we wish to follow wholeheartedly but it’s got more to do with love for family and parents. Like, in cases of my roomie & V, they are not having non veg because they want to make their parents happy. As V said, “Mummy ne mana kiya hai to nahi khana chahiye.” My roomie N also came up with something similar, “My mom doesn’t force me to follow the veg diet but she’ll be happy & proud of me if I follow the custom.”

Old Delhi is dingy but it has it’s own charm which the posh & up market Delhi can never have. This time when my parents visit Delhi (which is 10 days from now! Yayy! :-D) I’ll take them to Old Delhi… Chandni Chowk, Parathe wali gali, Darya ganj, Jama Masjid, Red Fort & Karims… Only if I get time that is…

Sunday happened after 12.30. Yes, even SMJ couldn’t wake me up this time! B-) Had brunch with Aloo Puri cooked by my roomie followed by tea by me, we got ready for going out. Initially we had planned for movie but finally changed mind.

I had vowed against shopping but ended up buying 3 kurtis and a kurta.

Realization: I’m way passe that age when I could easily sport a funky t shirt with a humourous quote on it. All I think now is can I wear this to office n settle for kurta/kurti/shirt/nice & classy tops. I miss my 16-20 age! 😦 Not that I don’t wear humourous quotation t shirts anymore, just that I don’t buy them anymore.

Retail therapy isn’t that bad untill I realized that my debit card is not working. It is 3 years old and most of the ATMs & shops can’t read the card. As per my vow of not indulging myself in shopping spree I didn’t care to withdraw money. I was almost out of money at the end of the day. Finally on Monday I went to the bank & applied for a new one.

Realization: I don’t work unless my ass is on fire. And I must change this attitude of mine.Period.

Now comes the binging part. We had gorged some yummy chilli potatoes in the midst of our shopping. We were not very hungry but decided to dine out as we were in no mood to cook after going back home. While my roomie wanted to have dosa, I had chicken burger & chicken nuggets from McDonalds. She was kinda jealous & passed a comment on how I don’t love her enough & having chicken in front of her! I too jokingly gave back to her that it is afterall her choice to have veg and am just following my choice.
P.S: She had only suggested that I can order something non veg as she wanted to have south indian food which I absolutely detest! Hence no question of sharing it. Had she ordered for veg chinese or north indian food, I would’ve happily shared.

Realization: I have stopped taking hints deliberately and doing things which pleases my heart.

Then came the toughest part of getting an auto. These lajpat nagar auto drivers hardly want to go where the passengers want them to go. He asked for Rs. 120 while in meter the fare would be Rs. 80. But since it was getting late & we were tired,we bargained and settled for Rs. 100. We told the fellow to charge us according to the meter but the guy was adament. Finally we reached home while the Monday blues already started hitting us.

Realization: There is corruption in every sphere of society. Both the auto fellow n we practised it. What right do we have to blame the politicians and other big shots? We and they are the ones to encourage Anna Hazare but behind his back compromise. Poor Anna Hazare…

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I believe in angels

I believe in angels, something good in everything I see… πŸ™‚ This is my favourite line in the song. And boy, it’s so true! If you look around, there will be no dearth of angels in your life. No matter how bad your day is, how monotonous your life gets, there are people who knowingly or unknowingly make you smile.

For instance, it rained in Delhi today. Finally after the wait of months, it rained… But the sad part of urban life is that you can enjoy the rain till the time you are indoor. Once you are out, you will experience the vices of dirt, muck, water logging, transport hazard & what not! When I left office with my colleague A, there were hardly any mode of transport around. All we could do was to wait till we get something to take us to the metro station. Finally there was an empty auto. A got in but the crazy driver was in no mood to stop. While he remained inside, I was outside. While waiting I saw a bus & thought of getting in but it was too crowded. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice behind me saying “Sree wait, don’t get into that bus.” OMG! A got down from the auto just so that I’m not left alone in the troubled time! Who does that nowadays? Especially when his family members were waiting for him at home which is almost a 2 hour journey from office! I was overwhelmed!

There is another sweet guy in my office, K. We get free almost at the same time and go together till the metro station from where our routes change. There are days when I get late but he gets free, I insist him to leave but he is sweet enough to stay back & wait for me! Ok, not forever but at least till half an hour. Again, who does that nowadays?

I can’t get lunch everyday at work. Sometimes my colleagues B & R notice that am food less and help me with generous amount of tasty home made food! It just feels great! Remember how Stanley used to feel when his classmates & friends shared their tiffin with him? That sense of gratitude. It’s just the same! Even for that matter my friend & colleague for a short stint didn’t think twice before sharing half egg of his egg curry with me! Fyi, eggs make me go crazy! I luurrrveee diim, err eggs! πŸ˜€ It’s difficult for an egg lover to part ways with half an egg! Kudos to you DD! πŸ˜€

When we had to shift home a month back, our condition was so bad & I was so stressed that I used to get nightmares every night. We weren’t settled and didn’t get the gas connection. Tired of eating out everyday in this sultry Delhi summer, we were about to break down till my room mate’s neice S & her roomies A & K came to our rescue. They used to feed us every night and helped us in every possible way to shift & settle down in our new home.

My dear friends from IIMC, M, A & S stay in different cities, yet make it a point to call up everyday so that I can share each little detail of my life & they with their sweet verbal release therapy magically transform a gloomy day into a bright sunny one!

It’s for people like them, staying away from home in a different city becomes easy. I’m so very touched with the gestures of the above mentioned people and more that I can’t thank you guys enough. My blogger friend RM mentioned in her posts, God exists in every form… Can’t agree more. Life is bliss in presence of such angels, so much so that you can easily ignore the devils around you!

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Only child = lonely child?

Being an only child of my parents I have often heard from many people around me that I must be a lonely, unsocial child. I don’t know what sharing is. I don’t know what loving your brother/sister is. But is it really so? I’m a single child & I have grown up in a nuclear family. The latter makes their ideas even stronger. But with my 25 years of experience I have seen & strongly believe that your number of siblings don’t decide your nature or conduct. Yes, I can counter each of the points I mentioned above & even more.

1. Only child = lonely child: Hell no! Firstly, every child spends most of the time of the day in school & later part with friends. At least in my case, this was it. In the evening after coming home from my games of twilight, there was homework, having dinner & sleeping. In the mean time, my parents spent quality time with me. When was the time to feel lonely?

2. Only child doesn’t know what’s sharing: Well, my parents always taught me to share things. Even if it is a small chocolate, I would share it with whoever is present around me. On the contrary, I’ve seen quite a number of people, who are not only child of their parents have & do things on their own. They don’t even have the decency to offer the person sitting right next to him/her. Some of them even belong to joint families. As one of my friends told, people from joint families always fight for their share & hence are protective & insecured about what they possess for a moment. May be it’s true, may be not!

3. Only child does not know what a brother/sister means: What are cousins for then? I have a sizeable number of cousins & I love them no less than how much I would’ve loved my siblings. Do you really ration your love? Ya your love may be more or less varying from person to person, but after all love is love right? I believe the relation I share with my cousin brother, who is just 7 days elder to me is the most amazing one! We fight but I’m 100% sure that even if I had my own brother, he couldn’t have loved me any more.

4. Only child is mostly introvert: This is true. I agree. I am introvert, rather very introvert. It takes a lot of time for me to open up & be myself. But once I be myself, people can hardly make me stop! To counter the argument, I can say that I have many friends with siblings who are introvert & vice versa. So having siblings doesn’t really matter.

5. Only child is a pampered brat: As if other children r not? Or do parents don’t love their children if they have more than one? Their argument is that since I’m the only child, my parents shower all their love on me resulting in me being a pampered brat. I’m not boasting but I was a very quiet & well behaved child. Yes, I did play pranks but they weren’t something destructive. And I am not pampered. Period. My parents love me a lot. They have always given me whatever I needed & even more than that. But that doesn’t mean that all my wishes were granted. I remember I had demanded an expensive toy but my father made me understand that I didn’t really need it and there will be times when I should be ready for denials as in my life I can’t have everything served in my plate.

6. Only child can’t share the responsibility of parents: People make me & my parents realize that I’ll have to bear the responsibility all by myself and my parents will always have to be dependent on me & nobody else. “What will happen when you get married? Your parents would be so lonely without you and can’t depend on you everytime as you’ll have a family of your own. If you had a son, the condition in your old age would have been much better.” Firstly, I already stay in a different city and we miss each other a lot. But we value each other’s circumstances & have come to terms with it. And getting married doesn’t necessarily mean that I’ll be detached from their life. I will be with them whenever they need me. A son is not a gurantee card of your old age. Even he can be in a different city & when married, he too will have a family of his own. Worst part is when the siblings think that the other one will take care of parents. Why should I bother? At least in case of only child there is no such chance.

I can’t remember any other points of allegations on only child right now. If you remember any more, feel free to let me know & I’ll happily counter the same!

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To Change or not to Change

Me and my girl friends have been brainstorming over this issue for some time now, whether or not to change the maiden surname after marriage. Till few years back, this was not an issue at all. It was pretty obvious for girls to change their surnames after marriage. It is a norm, something mandatory. But over the recent past, there has been a change, within me and the thought process of girls at large. It is no more mandatory for a girl to give up their maiden surname and embrace that of her husband’s. She can very well carry on with her own surname and be very much married and committed to her spouse.

When I was a kid, I wished that when I get married, I get a good surname, better than my present one. So much so, that one of my grand moms once joked, don’t fall in love with a guy who has a lousy surname or you have to bear the brunt too!But now, my surname has been a part of me, it is not about good or bad. It is just me!

By the time I reached college, I read more and my eyes of wisdom had opened a bit more than before. With debates & discussions in classrooms and outside made the idea of my identity even stronger. I am bearing a certain identity for over 20 years now. How can I just shun that and replace it with another one? Does changing my surname bears the certificate of love for my husband and my new family? If that is so, then why can’t my husband and new family prove their love for me and just let me carry on with my maiden surname?

What irks me most is, the husbands can go ahead and enjoy their established identity whereas the girls have to undergo the process of changing surname, altering certificates, bank accounts, credit cards and God knows so many things! One solution for me is, no matter how wishy washy it might seem to be, the husband and wife can add each others surname at the end of their respective names. For example, few years back, a Bengali model cum actress got married and her surname became Mitra Haq (maiden and husband’s surname respectively), and her husbands surname was changed to Mitra Haq too! I found that quite amazing & cool!

I have seen some ladies from South who use their husband’s first name as surname. For example, Vinita Raman or Geetha Suresh. But hardly do guys carry their wife’s name as their second name, such as Raman Vinita or Suresh Geetha. It would have been so cool na!

I don’t have any issue with women shunning their own surname and accepting their husband’s one. It is after all their personal choice. I have a little bit more respect for those who keep their own second name and add the newly acquired surname at the end of their names. But the women who are capable of maintaining their original identity even after marriage, I have huge respect for them & salute to them for being able to do it.

The husbands deserve a large part of kudos for letting their wife be! Without their support, it would be pretty difficult. Be it maintaining their identity or carrying on with their careers, support from husbands and in laws is a huge back up.

I wish to write Sreetama Datta even after marriage. Even if I get married to a guy whose surname is Dutta (same surname with just a different vowel), I would not change it. I would really appreciate my would be husband (whoever the unlucky person is!) and his family to wholeheartedly support me on this. Kindly understand, it is not an act to malign the tradition or culture or the family values, nor would I disrespect your family in any way, but it is a small role I would play for myself to let me be. What I strongly feel is, this is a very personal choice and decision and this much should be respected. After all, what’s in a name, err, surname?!Β 

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Rockstar – Some points I had pondered over

The very first day when I saw the promo of Rockstar, the song Sadda Haq, I knew that this movie I got to watch in the hall! After month long wait, advance booking of tickets, I finally saw the movie. But sadly, instead of the sizzle, I experienced fizzle. (As described by DNA review).

I’m not a movie critic, neither shall I delve deeper into movie making techniques that too by the celebrated director Imtiaz Ali, I would just mention what I liked in the movie and what I didn’t and whatΒ  could have been to make the movie long in my mind. I’m an optimist, hence I shall start with things that I liked:

1. Ranbir Kapoor!It is completely his movie. He has outdone himself and couldn’t have been better. From the lovable Hindu College lad singing under the V tree or disusing criteria to be a Rock star in the canteen, to getting disappointed on knowing the fact that he hasn’t faced anything that will devastate him, to the lover boy and finally the angry rockstar Jordan! He rocked it all! Personally I would vote for Janardan Jakhar & not Jordan.

P.S: I’m not an RK fan.

2. The music. A R Rehman is God. Period. I must say that the Rockstar music is ahead of its time and it takes time to grow on you. But when it does, you can’t get rid of it!

3. The first half. The first half was a true blue Imtiaz Ali movie. The crisp dialogues, the fun element, the innocence of the characters increased the interest level every moment making the audience yearn for more.

4. Cinematography. The cinematography was no doubt awesome! Be it Saddi Delhi or Parag (Prague) or the concerts. The cinematographer made a beautiful movie to look at.

5. The looks & costumes of the lady. Nargis Fakhri, the 32 year old Pakistani Czech e is the new pretty thing in Bollywood. A sight f her will make you feel, “Agar dharti pe kahi jannat hai, to yehi hai, yehi hai!”. Playing the role of a Kashmiri beauty and clad in Pashminas, Firhans in the first half and her chic costumes in the second half, the outfits really did justice to Heer Kaul, the high society Kashmiri based in Delhi, St. Stephens student & later the NRI homemaker. She was really amazing to look at! Like they describe princesses to be. Somehow, there was a creepy similarity between her & Katrina Kaif! Ignore this part if you don’t feel so!

Now the things I didn’t like or what I had expected.

1. The ambiguous second half. The second half turned out to be too random. Couldn’t quite get the clue what, why & how things were happening. How did he become a proper Rockstar? When did he actually fall in love with Heer? Or was it plain & simple ? What was the cause of his anger? Which ‘haq’ did he want? What about his family? So many unanswered questions…

2. Nargis Fakhri’s acting skills. It was really sad to see the leading lady in Imtiaz Ali’s movie’s lack in acting penchant. Even the simplest of lines were told with so much stress that I felt even the next door, or I could’ve acted better! (Yes yes, the drama queen that I am, at least in the first half I could’ve done a better job!)

3. Editing. I have serious doubts that the Editor has chucked out the scenes that were supposed to stay and kept the ones which were actually supposed to be chucked out! The last part seemed to be too long and tad repetitive.

4. The media bashing. There was too much of media bashing. Being in the media and a passout of one of the top media schools in the country, it actually hurt me to see Jordan abusing or beating up the members of the media. It is a generic view that Media creates all the hype. Let me tell you, the reporters don’t wait in front of politicians’/stars’ houses/office to have fun. It is their daily job, like you sit on your desk, work in the computer & files! The channels don’t break news after news for it’s something amusing, it is their job to keep the TRP high. After all, same news would be run in all the channels, news channels are not entertainment channels which can show different shows. I think this part deserves a separate post.

5. The too much of an open end. The end of the movie was too sudden and drastic. If it had to be a tragedy, there could have been a better way to project it. What are we supposed to gather from it? Rather, from the movie? It was more of a Devdas than a Rockstar. Falling, rising & dying in love!

What I had expected:

My father had gathered from some unknown source that the movie is a tribute to Kurt Cobain. I heard that it’s a tribute to Jim Morrison, which was partly visible in the first half. But sadly, I didn’t see either. I had expected to see the complete transformation of a naive lad to a true blue rock star, his pain, his joys, the moments of solace he had with his music, how each song came up/the emotions behind the songs which had such soulful lyrics and music, his jamming sessions, his poison! I wanted to watch a Rockstar, not a lover coz every other movie is a love story, but every love story is not about a rock star. To my mind, Imtiaz Ali couldn’t fulfill this expectation of his music lover audience. But still, I wouldn’t regret watching it and might watch it again for the things I liked.

There was something very common which was emphasized again. Behind every art or a succesful artist, there’s pain. Unless you burn yourself in the fire of pathos, you can’t produce something to be cherished by others.As Percy Byshe Shelly had said, “Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.”

 

 

 

 

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One of the amazing weekends!

This weekend has been an amazing one! Seldom does such a weekend come, especially in my life! Saturday, which is supposed to be a half day in my office hardly sticks to its time. In stead of 2 pm, my Saturdays end an hour or two later.Β  But this Saturday the plan was in place & I followed it to the core and voila! I was done by 2 pm!!! πŸ˜€

I didn’t get lunch as I was feeling too lazy in the morning & thought that I’ll give 100% effort to come back home early and have lunch. In office, the guys were in festive mood and decided to have a Pizza party. We contributed 50 bucks each & had pizza! The men of the office also planned for a cricket match! I was asked to be the Umpire! When I said that my knowledge in cricket is limited, my colleague said, “Arrey bas do chizo pe dhyan dena, wicket girna aur catch lena. Baki sab to chalta hai!”Β  But finally I didn’t as I said that I need to go home!

The moment of the day was when boss announced that he’ll be out of station for near about 2 weeks! Ahahaha!!! That was literally music to our ears!!! πŸ˜€ And just when he was about to leave, the Pizza delivery boy reached. Boss was like, “You guys were waiting for me to leave and celebrating my absence, isn’t it?!” It was another embarrassing moment but we managed by offering him pizza. He just had a bite and left! Whew!!!

After coming back home, I had a nap of about 2 hours! In the evening, when my roommate came, she quickly cooked dinner. The reason being, the TV premier of Bodyguard! After getting out heart broken last time, (we went for the movie & three constructive shows were housefull) this time we didn’t want to miss it at all! we had roti & alu bhujiya and some left over chilly chicken for dinner along with the Sallu flick! Neither of us are his fan, just wanted to have some cheap thrill! It’s a fultoo entertainer! Don’t go by the storyline or anything! πŸ˜› Once in a bluemoon we do watch some films to de-stress!

Sunday morning happened at 11 am. Had tea, bread & namkeen for breakfast. Took bath and had noodles for lunch. We realized that gas is over so we were kind of happy sad! Happy coz no tension of cooking & having food from outside. Sad coz we won’t be able to have tea! Anyway, taking lessons from last time, we had already booked tickets for Rockstar. Went for it in the afternoon.

It was a nice watch, even nicer to hear. But the movie had a lot of loopholes which was not expected from Imtiaz Ali! Any way, am glad I watched it & didn’t skip it on the basis of not so good reviews! Had gol gappa & came back home. Watched TV, read ans waited for dinner to be delivered for ages!After eating went to bed immediately & realized I was quite tired.

My phone is acting weird. The alarm is not ringing when it is supposed to but hours later! 😑 Depending on my dad to wake me up now! Hope we have a great week ahead!

Happy Children’s Day everyone! πŸ™‚

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A new start

11. 11. 2011! Indeed it’s a special day for me! It had been a long time plan to restart blogging but the plan was stuck in the cobwebs of procrastination. I had started blogging during my college days but post Delhi it became difficult to continue. But with the inspiration ofΒ  my blogger friends and the plethora of topics they write about has really steered me to start writing again! I hope to be more regular & reflect my thoughts from time to time. More to come later! Right now am just too happy to start the blog! Thank you all for the inspiration! Hope my ink never dries…

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