Having had 3 weeks of vacation mercilessly swallowed up in the whirlwind of a marriage and its allied functions,I found myself on the flight back to Los Angeles with the man I fell in love with sitting next to me,long legs stretched out to the max. Anyway on the flight we were watching the movie dhamaal when all of a sudden it dawned upon me that my hubby looks a lot like Hrithesh Deshmukh!!!! I can imagine the Tapori gang hooting with laughter at that.I assure you (haughtily) he does look like Hrithesh Desmukh.Or maybe the Desmukh dude resembles my hubby a bit.They have different mannerisms but they do look a bit similar.
I don’t know why but people keep asking me how does it feel to be married.Am I supposed to feel different?It seems to be the kind of question you are asked when you just won the Miss World title.Well….I honestly don’t feel any different.It felt good to be with him earlier and now it still does feel good…nothing has changed…well…maybe I have a little bit of extra work in terms of ironing my hubby’s clothes and making regular meals plus crazy debates with self on what curry to be cooked for what meal.
Anyway back home on Sunday evening,we set about unpacking the four suitcases we brought along and finding a place for each and everything.Being a studio,the only way to keep the place habitable was to keep things as neat and tidy as possible.I unpacked my clothes and popped the ironed piles into the shelves and drawers that Sangeetha had vacated.My own designated shelves were a chaos which I blithely shut my eyes to….well…until my poor hubby asked me in bewilderment if I could spare atleast one drawer for him to put away his stuff.I stood still and stared in shock at my new roommate who is to stick with me in all the rooms I stay in for the rest of my life.I tried to make some space for him in the cupboard and finally we ended up stuffing his things in along with my unruly dupattas which were waiting to be ironed.The next day after he left for work (I had one more day to relax and get my life in order),I turned out the kitchen cabinets and worked hard at organizing the space.By lunch time I had started on the clothes cupboard.I stuffed my unironed unruly salwars into one drawer and managed to close it.By then it resembled the proverbial Pandora’s box with multicolored dupattas and salwars bursting out the moment you opened the drawer.Finally,I managed to clear out 50 percent of the cupboard space and felt quite pleased with myself.Let it not be said that I don’t give my hubby his space.After all Cupboard space is an important aspect of personal space in a marriage.
In the meantime I had managed to make the dough for chappathis which we were to have for dinner and figured out how to keep the bedsheet from slipping out of place each time I even sat on the bed.I felt that I was the perfect wife except that I had not yet bathed.Cripes!!I looked a major mess.My hair desperately needed a shampoo and a good soak in oil.I eyed the clock and decided I had the time to bathe and look gorgeous and sweet smelling by the time my tired hubby reached home.At this point I had a mental argument on the advisability of rolling out chappathis after my bath and getting covered in flour.Regretfully I decided to forgo the idea of looking gorgeous and to bathe at night before going to bed and anyway my hubby was due home any moment now.I made the peas curry for dinner and sat down to relax for a minute.I was debating on whether I should ring up my hubby to find out where he is so that I could have a hot coffee ready for him the moment he stepped into the house (I do sound obsessed ) when jetlag and hardwork caught up and before I knew it I was asleep on the bed .All the good things in life are short lived and especially if you are trying to be compulsively perfect.The doorbell rang and a tired me opened the door to find the gorgeous hubby standing outside with a smile and a new pressure cooker.I immediately set about making his coffee and then rolled out the chappathis.Then I ironed the clothes he was to wear to office the next day.To all you men out there who are considering pointing me out to your wives as a role model,please do pray that I am able to stick to ironing the man’s clothes.(Cos he does look real good in ironed clothes).Dont ask me why I want to stick to it.I don’t know why except that there is this inexplicable urge to spoil the man cos he has never had anyone to pamper him as far as I know.
Then I cooked the chappathis .He loved my curry and it inspired me to start cooking the next day’s lunch which we were planning to take to office.The menu was green gram mizhukuperatty,rice and egg curry.The eggs were boiled and I decided to postpone my bath till the next day morning.I set the alarm to ring at 7 .I made a good egg curry and the mizhukuperatty.I had put the rice to cook in the new cooker when I had begun on my curry and had been a bit confused as to the quantity of water to be added as I was used to smaller cookers.I had finished the curry and still not a single whistle had come from the cooker.I was puzzled and decided to inspect.
My hubby came out of his bath to find me looking miserably into the cooker which had some badly burnt rice.He laughed his head off and told me we could eat out for lunch.He popped the curry into the fridge and ate up the mizhukuperatty and sent me off to bathe.I bathed and came to office.Suresh(Anup’s former roomie) has invited him over to dinner tonight and am to be left alone with leftovers from our Chinese lunch and my egg curry for company but the truth be told ,after a day of playing at being the perfect wife I need a break….!!!
I wish I had learnt to give up but being born to a superwoman who juggled a job , her husband and 2 kids and still managed to pack lunchboxes of puris and peas curry ,toasted potato sandwiches,cutlets and what not ,washed and ironed a weeks worth of clothes for her family,swept and mopped a huge house,never had a housemaid for years and still managed to look lovely,I cant help but set myself the same standards to follow considering I have no kids,live in a studio which is carpeted and needs to be vaccummed just once a week, .Sounds reasonable ,doesn’t it?
P.S.Later when I recounted this story to our friend,Veda,,he told me that Anup eats anything and I should have told simply told Anup that the it was brown rice and made him eat it.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
As I move into the light
Farewell....to my dear friends who are still wandering blindly in the alleys of "single-hood"(bachelorhood can be applied only to the male members).As I step into the light on Jan 20th ,I pity you all your lost meanderings thru the tunnels of darkness and remember you all fondly.
Thank you….to my dear friends who have already fallen into the well of matrimony for the enthusiasm you show in dragging me too there.
(Enna kolupu le !)Santhosh,wisely has chosen to follow my path and I welcome and appreciate his wisdom.To the rest,I hope you will all take the wise decision soon and…..follow me …. …jump into the marital well!!!!!
All comments are invited and appreciated.
P.S. Please don’t try the same old boring beaten comment abt how Anup is the one who fell into the well!!!
Thank you….to my dear friends who have already fallen into the well of matrimony for the enthusiasm you show in dragging me too there.
(Enna kolupu le !)Santhosh,wisely has chosen to follow my path and I welcome and appreciate his wisdom.To the rest,I hope you will all take the wise decision soon and…..follow me …. …jump into the marital well!!!!!
All comments are invited and appreciated.
P.S. Please don’t try the same old boring beaten comment abt how Anup is the one who fell into the well!!!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Lost...!
Sitting in office and swatting imaginery flies can be quite exhausting.So I decided to scratch down something.None of my posts are written in any chronological order.Rather they are simply penned (or rather keyed) as and when my fingers start itching to let loose a work of art ( Now don’t start shaking ur heads at me,ppl).So here goes one of those incidents which happened a few months ago and came back to my mind for no reason at all…This happened some time during the first ten days of my stay in L.A…We had just moved in to a new apartment and I was told to reach office by ten in the morn and stay late(Life at onsite is no cakewalk,jaani)…My roomies had left to office early in the morn and had given me instructions on the bus routes and changes.Needless to say,I have never been much good at remembering instructions and pretty soon had lost most of the information related to the bus stop names.
Ok…cut the crap.I forgot all the bus stop names….and trust me,out here they have real weird ones….For instance Rimpau,Normandie,Hobart,Ogden….Have got used to them now….but once upon a time, they drove me nuts….Ok, So on that fine day,convinced of my abilities to recall the stop names when I read the sign boards put up at each stop.I walked down to the nearest busstop and got onto the first bus that came along and paid my fare without incident.Now started the task of making my memory work for me.I had read somewhere that you know most things.Its just that you don’t remember them.So if u try to convince ur brain that you had forgotten something but you know it, it automatically brings up the information you need.(Hope I have managed to confuse you).So I tried telling myself that I just had to see the name on the stop board to remember it.I read all the bus stop names that we passed but nothing seemed to ring a bell.Finally at one traffic signal the bus driver turned round and said something to me which I did not quite understand.So I put on my best smile and asked him in my politest tone “I beg your pardon?”I am very sorry to say that the man very rudely snapped at me “Last stop.Get out!!!”.I grabbed my bag and scrammed.
Now to all you wise guys out there who are shaking ur heads at me and wondering why I did not make a call to someone for help, lemme tell u I had no cell fone since I had landed in the country just 4 days earlier.As for cabs, I cud not see a cab in sight.Anway, standing on the curb watching cars whizz by me,I felt quite lost.I did not even have a friend I cud call for help and even if I did call I had no clue where I was to direct them to come and pick me up.It was precisely at this moment that my eye fell on someone.A sardar.Our very own Sardarji.Now contrary to all the jokes that are cracked abt them, there is something very heartening and comforting about a sardar.There is no one who looks as Indian as a Sardar,if u ask me.
So to me this short roly poly guy was a godsend.and he looked equally delighted to see a fellow Indian.He smiled at me and I smiled right back.He came upto me and said”Namaste” and I replied with a bright “Namaste” he asked if I was from India and I replied affirmative.Before I cud appeal to his kindness to light the way to my office,the man started saying “Main aapka chehra dekhke bata sakta hoon ki aapka bahut achcha time shuru hua hai.Aapke upar bhagwaan ka bahut bada aashirwaad hai.Pichle chaar saal aapka time bahut kharaab tha.2006,2005,2004 aur 2003 bilkul kharaab time tha aapke liya.lekin is saal,2007, aapka time badalne wala hai.In fact, yeh saal aapka sabse achcha time hai.Ab se aapko koi chinta nahin hogi”The man pauses for breath while I stare at him in sheer horror.I don’t believe my ears.The last four years were bad for me? The last 4 years I have been in my own country and have never been lost even when I went out at 3 in the morn.In the last four years no matter where I was, I always had friends around to help me out and a cell fone at hand to call them…!.In 2007 I am stranded in a strange country without a cell fone and not one person to help me.I did not even know the address of the stupid office and I was late by 20 min.I see a sardar whom I thot wud be my lifeline to reach office and he turns out to be spouting nonsense at me…. and he says that this year is my best year???I was outraged and before I cud express my feelings, the man hold out his hand and says “Aaapka haath dikhayiye”.I pulled my hand behind me childishly and asked him “kyun?”.”Main ek astrologer hoon.Main aapka bhavishya bathaoonga.Dhikhayiye.Paise to aap jo chaahe dey sakte ho” I gave him my most disdainful look and said “No, thank you”.And looked round desperately wondering how in the good wide world wud I find my way to office.He continued “aap haat to dikhayiye.India mein kahan se ho aap?”.I decided the safest thing for me to do wud be to cross the road and hurried to the nearest intersection.
Finally through a lot of lucky guesses I reached office, 40 min late.As I entered office the thought which flashed thru my head was “What profession did that sardar specify when he got his US visa stamped?”
The story does not end there.I mentioned this incident to one of my closest friends,Praveen.Now Praveen and I joined our first team at Cognizant together(Well,He came a day late) and I was the chatterbox while Praveen opened his mouth maybe about once in a month at which we wud all collectively faint.Before u all let ur imaginations running away wildly with u,lemme tell you that it was cos he wud come up with some super duper homerun of a funny comment or retort which left me blinking in total shock and the rest of the crowd rolling with laughter.Especially when I tried his patience a bit too much. I used to tease him saying that his pet frog resided in his mouth and he wud not open his mouth for the fear that the froggy wud jump out and I even brought a big green rubber frog to office just to tease him.Even when I said the most outrageously funny things the man wud not even crack a smile and the one or two times he did, I knew I had cracked a masterpiece of a joke…and on the very rare occasions the man deigned to laugh, it wud come out as a great heaving " he..he..."and u wud not even see any of his teeth...For nearly a year ,I managed to con the folks on the team into believing that Pappu had no teeth...Anyway, all this was only for the first one year.At the end of the first year, tired of my teasing, Pappu gave up his attempt to maintain his maun vrat and started talking (Read,making spectacular comments) if only to shut me up which made me think twice before I teased him.He is still one of the funniest guys I know..Coming back to my mistake in sharing the sardar incident with Pappu, a few days later a mail from Pappu circulated amongst our gang retelling the sardar’s story albeit from the Sardar’s angle and I still strongly believe that it was Pappu’s way of getting back at me for all the times I tried his patience in the 2 and half years I had know him….Below is the unabridged mail ……
Sardarji story goes like this...
One fine day... a poor sardarji was jogging through a busy street of Los Angeles. He was little nervous that day because before starting from home he checked his daily astrological predictions. It said... "You will enjoy peace and harmony at home. Keep your senses alert and avoid any situation of enmity. Even if life flows as usual, be aware – there might be powerful enemies on your way. People you are financially dependent upon will be in a helpful mood. They may help you to save a situation."
He had a second thought about his plan to go out for jogging... invite trouble going out or stay peacefully at home? He was confused... finally he decided to go out.... Punjab ka puthar...decided to face the trouble as it comes. Hardly he has gone for a mile. "Namaste ji..." one female voice interrupted him on the way. He was very conscious about the predictions and tried to avoid the "enemy" by just not listening to that voice. He continued without turning back.
But what to do... that voice followed him. "Sardarji bhayyaaa...." He felt that the voice is coming closer and closer. For a moment, he cursed his decision to go out. But suddenly he prepared his mind to face the challenge, turned back and got shocked. "Adi paaveee… (ELT training in st. joseph's college made him to say that at least.) ek Hindustani ladki...my enemy…10000 miles away from my home land…. she traveled all this way here… just to trouble me”. Be careful!!! he cautioned himself. He was searching for some filmy tricks that can be used to get rid of that girl. But could not find... "hhmmm.... I will use the same astrology technique here to escape" he decided in mind.
"Bhayya... bhayya... My name is Amapuna. I came recently to US. Lost my way to office... could you please help me?" she started screaming. He knew that this is a tricky question and knew that it will take him to unnecessary troubles if he answers that question. "from your face I can read... you have faced lot of problem in past. but your good time starts right now... right here. You have met the right person. In fact I was looking for such a person… … show your hand, you will have good fortune… I am good in astrology... just give me some $s and I can predict your future..."
She didn't allow him to finish... "escape da goyyal". Since the sardarji got onsite opportunity immediately after the ELT training he could not understand what she said. Anyway it was a good show by him... he patted his shoulder and thanked god for giving such a wonderful idea.
You might have read many sardarji jokes... but this is a real incident showing a sardarji's courage and good presence of mind. Beware you could be next sardarji...be prepared... :-) ………….
Chuckle….Another homerun,Wicked Pappu ,and to all u nutcases who are cheering on Pappu,have mercy on me,dudes and dudettes….!
Ok…cut the crap.I forgot all the bus stop names….and trust me,out here they have real weird ones….For instance Rimpau,Normandie,Hobart,Ogden….Have got used to them now….but once upon a time, they drove me nuts….Ok, So on that fine day,convinced of my abilities to recall the stop names when I read the sign boards put up at each stop.I walked down to the nearest busstop and got onto the first bus that came along and paid my fare without incident.Now started the task of making my memory work for me.I had read somewhere that you know most things.Its just that you don’t remember them.So if u try to convince ur brain that you had forgotten something but you know it, it automatically brings up the information you need.(Hope I have managed to confuse you).So I tried telling myself that I just had to see the name on the stop board to remember it.I read all the bus stop names that we passed but nothing seemed to ring a bell.Finally at one traffic signal the bus driver turned round and said something to me which I did not quite understand.So I put on my best smile and asked him in my politest tone “I beg your pardon?”I am very sorry to say that the man very rudely snapped at me “Last stop.Get out!!!”.I grabbed my bag and scrammed.
Now to all you wise guys out there who are shaking ur heads at me and wondering why I did not make a call to someone for help, lemme tell u I had no cell fone since I had landed in the country just 4 days earlier.As for cabs, I cud not see a cab in sight.Anway, standing on the curb watching cars whizz by me,I felt quite lost.I did not even have a friend I cud call for help and even if I did call I had no clue where I was to direct them to come and pick me up.It was precisely at this moment that my eye fell on someone.A sardar.Our very own Sardarji.Now contrary to all the jokes that are cracked abt them, there is something very heartening and comforting about a sardar.There is no one who looks as Indian as a Sardar,if u ask me.
So to me this short roly poly guy was a godsend.and he looked equally delighted to see a fellow Indian.He smiled at me and I smiled right back.He came upto me and said”Namaste” and I replied with a bright “Namaste” he asked if I was from India and I replied affirmative.Before I cud appeal to his kindness to light the way to my office,the man started saying “Main aapka chehra dekhke bata sakta hoon ki aapka bahut achcha time shuru hua hai.Aapke upar bhagwaan ka bahut bada aashirwaad hai.Pichle chaar saal aapka time bahut kharaab tha.2006,2005,2004 aur 2003 bilkul kharaab time tha aapke liya.lekin is saal,2007, aapka time badalne wala hai.In fact, yeh saal aapka sabse achcha time hai.Ab se aapko koi chinta nahin hogi”The man pauses for breath while I stare at him in sheer horror.I don’t believe my ears.The last four years were bad for me? The last 4 years I have been in my own country and have never been lost even when I went out at 3 in the morn.In the last four years no matter where I was, I always had friends around to help me out and a cell fone at hand to call them…!.In 2007 I am stranded in a strange country without a cell fone and not one person to help me.I did not even know the address of the stupid office and I was late by 20 min.I see a sardar whom I thot wud be my lifeline to reach office and he turns out to be spouting nonsense at me…. and he says that this year is my best year???I was outraged and before I cud express my feelings, the man hold out his hand and says “Aaapka haath dikhayiye”.I pulled my hand behind me childishly and asked him “kyun?”.”Main ek astrologer hoon.Main aapka bhavishya bathaoonga.Dhikhayiye.Paise to aap jo chaahe dey sakte ho” I gave him my most disdainful look and said “No, thank you”.And looked round desperately wondering how in the good wide world wud I find my way to office.He continued “aap haat to dikhayiye.India mein kahan se ho aap?”.I decided the safest thing for me to do wud be to cross the road and hurried to the nearest intersection.
Finally through a lot of lucky guesses I reached office, 40 min late.As I entered office the thought which flashed thru my head was “What profession did that sardar specify when he got his US visa stamped?”
The story does not end there.I mentioned this incident to one of my closest friends,Praveen.Now Praveen and I joined our first team at Cognizant together(Well,He came a day late) and I was the chatterbox while Praveen opened his mouth maybe about once in a month at which we wud all collectively faint.Before u all let ur imaginations running away wildly with u,lemme tell you that it was cos he wud come up with some super duper homerun of a funny comment or retort which left me blinking in total shock and the rest of the crowd rolling with laughter.Especially when I tried his patience a bit too much. I used to tease him saying that his pet frog resided in his mouth and he wud not open his mouth for the fear that the froggy wud jump out and I even brought a big green rubber frog to office just to tease him.Even when I said the most outrageously funny things the man wud not even crack a smile and the one or two times he did, I knew I had cracked a masterpiece of a joke…and on the very rare occasions the man deigned to laugh, it wud come out as a great heaving " he..he..."and u wud not even see any of his teeth...For nearly a year ,I managed to con the folks on the team into believing that Pappu had no teeth...Anyway, all this was only for the first one year.At the end of the first year, tired of my teasing, Pappu gave up his attempt to maintain his maun vrat and started talking (Read,making spectacular comments) if only to shut me up which made me think twice before I teased him.He is still one of the funniest guys I know..Coming back to my mistake in sharing the sardar incident with Pappu, a few days later a mail from Pappu circulated amongst our gang retelling the sardar’s story albeit from the Sardar’s angle and I still strongly believe that it was Pappu’s way of getting back at me for all the times I tried his patience in the 2 and half years I had know him….Below is the unabridged mail ……
Sardarji story goes like this...
One fine day... a poor sardarji was jogging through a busy street of Los Angeles. He was little nervous that day because before starting from home he checked his daily astrological predictions. It said... "You will enjoy peace and harmony at home. Keep your senses alert and avoid any situation of enmity. Even if life flows as usual, be aware – there might be powerful enemies on your way. People you are financially dependent upon will be in a helpful mood. They may help you to save a situation."
He had a second thought about his plan to go out for jogging... invite trouble going out or stay peacefully at home? He was confused... finally he decided to go out.... Punjab ka puthar...decided to face the trouble as it comes. Hardly he has gone for a mile. "Namaste ji..." one female voice interrupted him on the way. He was very conscious about the predictions and tried to avoid the "enemy" by just not listening to that voice. He continued without turning back.
But what to do... that voice followed him. "Sardarji bhayyaaa...." He felt that the voice is coming closer and closer. For a moment, he cursed his decision to go out. But suddenly he prepared his mind to face the challenge, turned back and got shocked. "Adi paaveee… (ELT training in st. joseph's college made him to say that at least.) ek Hindustani ladki...my enemy…10000 miles away from my home land…. she traveled all this way here… just to trouble me”. Be careful!!! he cautioned himself. He was searching for some filmy tricks that can be used to get rid of that girl. But could not find... "hhmmm.... I will use the same astrology technique here to escape" he decided in mind.
"Bhayya... bhayya... My name is Amapuna. I came recently to US. Lost my way to office... could you please help me?" she started screaming. He knew that this is a tricky question and knew that it will take him to unnecessary troubles if he answers that question. "from your face I can read... you have faced lot of problem in past. but your good time starts right now... right here. You have met the right person. In fact I was looking for such a person… … show your hand, you will have good fortune… I am good in astrology... just give me some $s and I can predict your future..."
She didn't allow him to finish... "escape da goyyal". Since the sardarji got onsite opportunity immediately after the ELT training he could not understand what she said. Anyway it was a good show by him... he patted his shoulder and thanked god for giving such a wonderful idea.
You might have read many sardarji jokes... but this is a real incident showing a sardarji's courage and good presence of mind. Beware you could be next sardarji...be prepared... :-) ………….
Chuckle….Another homerun,Wicked Pappu ,and to all u nutcases who are cheering on Pappu,have mercy on me,dudes and dudettes….!
Monday, December 3, 2007
Aftermath...
Just 2 days before I left for LA, we had a near fatal accident.My brother was driving and we got hit by a KSRTC bus...I wud rather not go into the details but it left me shook for a variety of reasons.A few months later some of my lil bro's friends were involved in a tragic accident resulting in one boy's death.It brought back the same feelings with so much intensity that I had penned a few lines to put the incident out of my mind.Today I just happened to come across the same and decided to post it.
A prayer whispered in a happy moment
with no foresight but just love beyond compare
A feather brush with death but no harm done
a stunning revelation of faith kept unbroken
bringing with it the urge to gather beloved ones close to the heart
knowledge that this would not keep them out of harm's way
That death may still be but a step behind
Thankful that the prayer was granted
The awful certainity of being meant to lose
writ in destiny with alarming clarity
Dreadful thoughts of what might have been
Wonder if not for those simple words of faith
would there have been survival or would it have turned out to be merely existing
with a loss so deep
a pain too intense for tears to form
making it easier to stay numb,not think
For thinking brings memories
memories lead to feeling
feelings to pain
Pain so unbearable
that shedding tears will not soothe
if flow they must then so hard they should
that the heart should split open
Otherwise,meant to ease,they are nothing but
acid drops from the sky
A prayer whispered in a happy moment
with no foresight but just love beyond compare
A feather brush with death but no harm done
a stunning revelation of faith kept unbroken
bringing with it the urge to gather beloved ones close to the heart
knowledge that this would not keep them out of harm's way
That death may still be but a step behind
Thankful that the prayer was granted
The awful certainity of being meant to lose
writ in destiny with alarming clarity
Dreadful thoughts of what might have been
Wonder if not for those simple words of faith
would there have been survival or would it have turned out to be merely existing
with a loss so deep
a pain too intense for tears to form
making it easier to stay numb,not think
For thinking brings memories
memories lead to feeling
feelings to pain
Pain so unbearable
that shedding tears will not soothe
if flow they must then so hard they should
that the heart should split open
Otherwise,meant to ease,they are nothing but
acid drops from the sky
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
A day later
A day after telling folks our ishtory ……He took the easy way out and sent the blog link to his friends….and I sent a mail out to folks telling them abt the news….I thoroughly enjoyed the reactions I got from different ppl….some were gratifying and some were plain hilarious …….(Especially my Baba’s Tapori gang sent in some superb comments which had me laughing in delight)
One thing they all had in common was the joy they felt at our news….and to me atleast it was uplifting…..So a big thanks to all u guys out there who make up my support system…I wud be lost without u ……I know I don’t have to say it but I want u all to know how much you guys mean to me…
To my Baba’s Tapori gang…He sent me ur comments and I enjoyed every one of them….Thanks for reading thru all my crazy stories.I expect that’s how u guys figured out that I have no bolt ! …The GRE comment was a true compliment !..But asking me to write in Tapori language is something u do at ur own risk…I am inspired to try my hand at the same but plz don’t blame me if u don’t understand that either cos my tapori vocabulary is limited to a few Hi-fi words (chuckle)consisting of things like dhakkan and fultoo and so on ! …Anyway thanks,Bhai log,more power to u…Looking forward to meeting u guys………
A lot of people asked me why I liked him…….Well, the simple answer is he makes me feel like a princess.What more does a gal want….But this answer seems to confuse ppl….so maybe I shud be a bit more explicit…People expect it to be big things but to me it’s the small things which he does for me that makes a difference……..
It does not mean he lets me have my way for everything and anything(considering sometimes I have some really wacky ideas )…but he understands my craving to start working on a craft project when I am hit with an idea and cheerfully drives me around to any number of shops until I find the exact thing I need. What made me feel like a queen is when the man told him he loves driving me out on an errand…….
I normally occupy the passenger seat in his car(which he says is my place – right beside him)but prefer to sit in the backseat when one of his pals are riding with us.When I catch him watching me in rearview mirror at a traffic signal,I feel like a queen.
Just yday the man told me he is looking forward to marrying me and spending his life with me.For a man of few words, that was one of the most beautiful compliments he paid me.
I know I am not perfect( am extremely short tempered) but when in the midst of a hectic workday he sent me a mail with the song lyrics “tum jo gussa bhi karo to mujhe pyar lagta hai”, I fell in love with him even more.
He normally does not display affection in front of folks we know but the night when I had returned after a vacation with my friends, he came to pick me from the airport .He had missed me so badly that he did not care that Sangeetha was around and held my hand all the way on the drive home.Tell me what girl wud not like that…
He has his boys nights-out and poker games…but no matter how late in the night he reaches his apartment, he never fails to call me to say good night…Its worth waiting up for.
When I go off on trips with my friends,he hates it and misses me terribly but still wont call me cos he feels he shud not intrude on my time with my gang….I love that….
Even when I quarrel with him and wont speak to him during lunch, he orders my favorite things from the menu.
These are just a few of my favorite jingbangs that my boy dishes out….but overall it’s the way he treats peoples,friends or foes……….with respect and courtesy…To many people these traits don’t matter ,but to me the old world courtesy is important and is the true sign of a gentleman…..Alas, I have met very few guys in this genre .
Oh…he has his maddening traits too….like the way he wont iron his clothes (the lazy bum…He looks real good when he wears properly pressed clothes) …the way he insists on watching every damn game on the darned idiot box…the way he falls asleep over what I consider an interesting book to read….(poor dear)…but on the whole……with all his imperfections ,to me, he is the best…and there is no one like him …. !
Mushy,is it? But its true….
To all you guys who heard the news and then told me that he is a lucky man …..I am a very lucky woman !
One thing they all had in common was the joy they felt at our news….and to me atleast it was uplifting…..So a big thanks to all u guys out there who make up my support system…I wud be lost without u ……I know I don’t have to say it but I want u all to know how much you guys mean to me…
To my Baba’s Tapori gang…He sent me ur comments and I enjoyed every one of them….Thanks for reading thru all my crazy stories.I expect that’s how u guys figured out that I have no bolt ! …The GRE comment was a true compliment !..But asking me to write in Tapori language is something u do at ur own risk…I am inspired to try my hand at the same but plz don’t blame me if u don’t understand that either cos my tapori vocabulary is limited to a few Hi-fi words (chuckle)consisting of things like dhakkan and fultoo and so on ! …Anyway thanks,Bhai log,more power to u…Looking forward to meeting u guys………
A lot of people asked me why I liked him…….Well, the simple answer is he makes me feel like a princess.What more does a gal want….But this answer seems to confuse ppl….so maybe I shud be a bit more explicit…People expect it to be big things but to me it’s the small things which he does for me that makes a difference……..
It does not mean he lets me have my way for everything and anything(considering sometimes I have some really wacky ideas )…but he understands my craving to start working on a craft project when I am hit with an idea and cheerfully drives me around to any number of shops until I find the exact thing I need. What made me feel like a queen is when the man told him he loves driving me out on an errand…….
I normally occupy the passenger seat in his car(which he says is my place – right beside him)but prefer to sit in the backseat when one of his pals are riding with us.When I catch him watching me in rearview mirror at a traffic signal,I feel like a queen.
Just yday the man told me he is looking forward to marrying me and spending his life with me.For a man of few words, that was one of the most beautiful compliments he paid me.
I know I am not perfect( am extremely short tempered) but when in the midst of a hectic workday he sent me a mail with the song lyrics “tum jo gussa bhi karo to mujhe pyar lagta hai”, I fell in love with him even more.
He normally does not display affection in front of folks we know but the night when I had returned after a vacation with my friends, he came to pick me from the airport .He had missed me so badly that he did not care that Sangeetha was around and held my hand all the way on the drive home.Tell me what girl wud not like that…
He has his boys nights-out and poker games…but no matter how late in the night he reaches his apartment, he never fails to call me to say good night…Its worth waiting up for.
When I go off on trips with my friends,he hates it and misses me terribly but still wont call me cos he feels he shud not intrude on my time with my gang….I love that….
Even when I quarrel with him and wont speak to him during lunch, he orders my favorite things from the menu.
These are just a few of my favorite jingbangs that my boy dishes out….but overall it’s the way he treats peoples,friends or foes……….with respect and courtesy…To many people these traits don’t matter ,but to me the old world courtesy is important and is the true sign of a gentleman…..Alas, I have met very few guys in this genre .
Oh…he has his maddening traits too….like the way he wont iron his clothes (the lazy bum…He looks real good when he wears properly pressed clothes) …the way he insists on watching every damn game on the darned idiot box…the way he falls asleep over what I consider an interesting book to read….(poor dear)…but on the whole……with all his imperfections ,to me, he is the best…and there is no one like him …. !
Mushy,is it? But its true….
To all you guys who heard the news and then told me that he is a lucky man …..I am a very lucky woman !
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
God and his sense of humour
“Ha ha ha…!” God guffawed loudly, slapping his knee. He had been hard at work since morning painting a spectacular sunrise. His palette was joyful mish mash of brilliant orange, melon red, fushcia pink, azure and every other colour you can think of .It was no easy job creating a sunrise considering that each day had to be different and God had painted some jagagillion sunrises .Today he had finished another masterpiece and sat down to take a break .He sought out his favorite cloud and was sitting on it looking down at a girl complain to her roommate about their colleague at office. The girl knit her brows in frustration and mumbled “why can’t he just mind his own business, the ogre!” Little did she know that the “ogre” whose biggest crime was to help her get settled in a strange city ,would end up being her much loved husband and one day she would thank God for him. Meanwhile God had all this planned out long before she was born and was enjoying her description of her “ogre”.
“My Lord.”God turned round to find an angel stand beside him holding up a tree she had just finished painting with the fall colors. “How does this look?” asked the angel. God looked at it thoughtfully and dabbed a spot of orange on one side of the tree from his own palette. He cocked his head to one side and nodded. “That’s perfect. You are getting pretty good at this, Kalyani.”.Kalyani, a plump round angel with snow white hair and glasses, smiled shyly.” Thank..kk you “ she stammered.
God turned back to his aggravated creation who was by now muttering to herself “Who does he think he is, the sophisticated dude?!!!”.It aggravated her even more so that “ogre” did not expect anything from her in return for his help which was a rather rare characteristic in human beings and according to her made him too good to be true.
God chuckled again.Kalyani looked over His shoulder and said “Who is that, my Lord? “God replied “I made her some time back. I could not find a bolt that fit for her nut and had to let her go without a nut”.The angel exclaimed in horror “You what?!!!....You let her go without a nut?...My lord…she could have created havoc down there. ”.God shrugged and brushed off a few flakes of dandruff from Kalyani’s shoulder which floated down to earth as snow.”Well...she was already late and I have been keeping an eye on her. Apart from a few scrapes she has been getting along fine”.”Ok.So now what is she complaining so loudly about?”asked Kalyani, wrinkling her forehead. God smiled widely and said “I just introduced her better half into her life. And you know how these creatures are….”
“Ok.So where is he?”asked the angel. “There …that tall guy:”, God points with his paint brush.
The angel squints down at the tall boy walking along looking a bit sad. “But he looks so sad and she so glad, My Lord. Are you sure you mean for them both to go together?” God smiles. ”She learnt the tough way that you don’t need a reason to be happy. She will teach him to be happy. Since she does not have a nut I need to give her to someone who does not realize that she misses a nut, and keeps her safe. Her Poppa and Mama have been praying for me to keep her safe”.
The angel thinks this over and says “but, my Lord, don’t they realize that You keep her safe and they don’t need him to keep her safe? “.God smiles again “They do. But you know, they like to see me .So I just put a bit of myself in him and sent him to them. Keeps them happy. “God shrugs again.
The angel shakes her head and says “You do so much for them, my Lord. You paint beautiful skies, sunrises and do they appreciate you…? Huh!!” “Oh ,they do, you know, quite often” God gives a satisfied nod and humming a tune, turns back to design the sunset for the day while Kalyani looks on in mystified silence.
Trouble bubble-blow it away!!!
“Aachooooo…!!!” .Naanu, the angel wiped his nose.”Oh dear, maybe I should ask God to do something about those storks. They go down to earth and come back with so much dust on them. Really…! They keep giving me an allergy”.Naanu walked along the rainbow path which God always left in his trail so that his angels could find him easily when they needed him. He finally found God sitting on his favorite cloud looking rather solemn.
Naanu said “My lord, those storks ar…” God interrupted “Ah…Naanu…come …sit here”. God patted the cloud beside him.Naanu was a bit surprised and sat down next to God. God lapsed back into silence and Naanu wondered.
Soon enough he started hearing a girl’s voice say “But why, God, why is it that some people have to go through so much trouble that it makes them angry at you? Makes them lose faith? I watch all this happening and thanks to my wise teacher, I don’t lose faith in you. But I wonder how all these people will survive if they lose faith….Thoughts of the last birth are not very consoling, are they?”.Naanu looks at God worriedly and a peek over the edge of the cloud .He sees a girl sitting with her feet in the sauna pool. She continues her talk with God all the while swishing the hot water around with her bare feet.”I suppose everything happens for a reason and that the reason may not be obvious to us at the time”. Here God breaks into a smile and nods approvingly.
“And I know that each trouble that comes along our way strengthens us. We may think we cannot handle it but later on we realize that we did manage to handle it….Hmmmm”the girl is lost deep in thought. A black cat with white paws sidles up to her and rubs itself against her. The girl smiles and rubs the cat’s head. She continues “Its kind of like You are opening up a secret casket and showing us our hidden treasures…..treasures which are hidden within us….that we are not aware of…”
She looks at the cat “Socks, what do u think?”.God sits back with a satisfied smile and waits.Naanu wonders what he is thinking. He looks down at the girl with interest. She starts talking again “It’s a bit like the story of the ugly duckling. The duckling never knew that he had become a beautiful swan until someone complimented him…..”
She sits up excitedly “Maybe God is paying us a compliment in the way of troubles. You know, kind of like telling us that He knows we can handle it.”She looks at the cat who looks bemused.”Listen Socks, it’s like this. When the client gives us a new task , we often don’t know what’s the first thing we do to tackle it. But the client has given it to us and not to someone else. Which means the client thinks we can handle it, that we are capable….Don’t you realize? The client paid us a huge compliment by giving us a difficult task. It implies that he thinks we are upto it. Wow…!!!”.She mulls over her theory some more and thinks its sound. The cat meows. The girl smiles down at the cat and hurries back to her apartment to tell her friend about God’s compliments.
The black cat looks around and then vanishes with a pop. The next second angel Kalyani appears next to God on his cloud and smiles. She says “My Lord”
God laughs in delight and says “She does manage to come up with all kinds of wacky ideas, doesn’t she?”
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