Saturday, May 2, 2020

Life Musings




Life is unpredictable.

Last weekend I collapsed on my dining table after having my lunch. It was a low BP attack and I couldn't foresee it on my way, it was way too sudden. Luckily I had my parents by my side to take care of me. This is not something new that I had experienced but I had it after a span of 4 years. I was stressed and worried about a lot of things around me.

I was unwell the entire week, had fever, was feeling weak and went through rough phase - mentally and physically.
I was immersed into a deep sea of thoughts that kept troubling me the entire week.
The whole week I have this strange feeling of dying. What if I die in my sleep? I was scared to sleep for not waking up in the morning. What difference will it make to others life if I am gone forever?

Does my presence or absence affect anyone's life?
The answer was straight on my face - NO.

I do not want to be just another RIP message on my Facebook wall. People forget you in 2 days. They will make RIP posts on your wall and post their party pics the next moment. And honestly, it doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is those few people whom I love to the core, does it affect to them? My life will be pointless if this happens ever. I am a nobody without 'my people'.They are my spine and I cannot stand without them.

The only thing that each one can do is to be humble and show gratitude. Gratitude is the only way that we need to practice. It keeps us happy.

My husband checks on me every now and then since last weekend if I'm doing fine. My parents are taking utmost care like they were doing when I was a baby. Every night my mother hugs and plants a kiss on my forehead before I sleep. My buddy spoke to me over a video call for 4 continuous hours last evening with different time zone while it was 4 AM US time just to listen and make me laugh hard. And while I type this, my father hands me a plate of freshly cut apple, avocado and few nuts with a big smile for some extra strength. Why is each one doing their part to make me feel better? I think each blessing counts and nothing works like a heart felt blessing does. I thank God for every single blessing I can count on. I love them so much.

Now does it matter to 'my people' if I'm gone?
The answer is YES.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

My Lost Identity




I am in my early 30's and I paint my life in my own way almost every day shuffling colors every now and then to adapt seamlessly into my ambient surroundings. I was born in a middle class family where families love to stay close knit(a little too tight sometimes where relatives intruding your personal space is considered as care and concern), education is given utmost importance as that is the only weapon to become future engineers or doctors(Mind You - There is no other career option). And to let you know, I work in a MNC and financially independent to support my family on my own shoulders. This was one of the most important teachings from my parents, relatives since I was a school kid, to be successful, financially independent in life as this is indispensable for a girl child. I was constantly put to pressure on how crucial it is to score high marks, was compared strongly with my cousins & friends and faced humiliation(people ignore as kids those days were not subject to humiliation or rather people choose to ignore the shaming part), to stay away from extracurricular activities like painting, dancing which I loved the most as they wasted my precious math’s time(I was weak at it then and even now I am weak at it). As a kid, I was a mediocre at studies and never made my parents proud with my grades. Sometimes I used to surprise them with good grades and that grade used to become my baseline for future grades. The fear of getting married to a pan-wala or a rickshaw-wala for getting low grades constantly bothered me and at times I used to look at pan-wala's to see if they were good looking, and never found them attractive. A girl is expected to get good grades to apply for good husbands rather than good universities. Be it my school or my family, it was always a race for me as a kid - the race to stay ahead in school, the race to top in terms of behavior and constantly being compared to my girl cousins who were homely and sober in nature(expected behavior for a girl child), the race to lighten the melanin in my skin for a fairer complexion(the side effects of societal pressure when your mother is very fair skinned), the race to excel in every sphere and so on. All these race are driven by societal pressure and I was just a part of it.
 

Since childhood, it is fed into the minds of the females to remain submissive all her life. I have grew hearing this all my life,'Dont do this, you are a girl !', 'You are a girl, so you are not allowed to do this. ', 'You are a girl, not a boy so start behaving like a girl!'.
Parents always want to keep their girl child safe but they do in such a manner that girls tend to lose their self-confidence, feel inferior to boys and remain submissive all their lives. The society has laid norms about male and female tasks. And any change on those norms is never accepted.
 

After marrying the love of my life(Brahmin, Fair, Tall, MBA), I was considered as a lucky girl to own this wholesome package by some relatives. My husband seemed more like a lottery prize than a partner. Most of my sisters had love marriages as well and it is conjecture, based on old morals that girls have been lucky in trapping good guys. However, the same does not apply to my brothers who had love marriages as they were innocent and got into the trap. Whenever someone in my family gets pregnant, all the ladies in my family start praying for a baby boy and exclaim with pride that if the first baby is a boy, there is no need for a second child. They love the girl child after she is born and utmost care is being taken. But I comprehend the reason for not wanting a girl child in the first place. And they say, we consider girls as equal to boys. This is hypocrisy at its peak. I can recollect one such incident - My mother was pregnant with my brother and she was delivering at the same hospital, same dorm room as her elder sister who had given birth to a son as her first child. My mother was pushed into the same bed of the dorm room to increase her chances of having a baby boy. which is taken as a joke and everyone shares a hearty laugh whenever they discuss about it.
 

Working females have to toughest job in the world as they have to balance both work and home. It takes a lot for a female mentally and physically to balance both. The work pressure at office to please your boss, clients or customers drain me completely. By the time I reach home, it feels like dragging my own body to the kitchen to complete the daily chores. My husband might be home early watching his favorite show or just relaxing for having a tiring day at work but I am not allowed to relax as the next part to ‘balance my home job’ phase starts the moment I enter the door or might be from the nearby grocery store where I stopped by to pick up groceries while coming back from office for dinner. Whenever I fail to balance both, I am being judged. At work, a small miss on my end is never taken lightly and soon the superior category of colleagues turn sexist and pass comments about female work style. Men at work always consider women as eye candy and the females are not as capable as men workforce. Many initiatives are being taken to balance the workforce ratio. However, this huge margin can never be balanced unless we do not change the mind-set of the society.
 

I have a lot of plans in my career goals and put in a lot of efforts to shape my career the way I want to. Women around the world are making it big in every profession and are able to use their education in right direction. But the societal pressure against the working women is of a paramount concern at this stage. The pressure comes in various forms and they judge me in terms of my capability of handling a family, my cooking abilities, my ability to handle my maternal and in laws family. I am being weighed at every point of my life. I am not being appreciated for considering my career as a top priority over my so called 'Expected Indian Wife' activities. The constant pressure to bear a child is something very personal to me and my husband, it is not a public discussion which all my relatives take active participation and judge me, yet again. It is a personal choice and I would respect this topic to stay within the boundaries of my bedroom.
 

It gives me immense pain to understand that a Woman is against a woman's growth. I had grown up in an free independent environment with minimal restrictions, however I can see the real restrictions now - That is in their mindset. I had expected the ladies in my family to be more broad and independent but every time it comes to me as a surprise when they weigh the boys more than the girls. Every time I move away from the protocol of so called family values, culture which does not give you inner peace, my mom says it so casually that it’s the money, the job, the pride for such a behavior in women these days. It deeply saddens me. I am trying my best to keep everyone happy - My family, my in laws and everyone around. Sometimes, I feel like a machine which is put to use and valued for nothing.
 

I was a princess before marriage or at least I felt so. After marriage, things change drastically. My parents always had this typical 'I am a Girl's father/Mother' mentality which is a hard pill for me to digest. I am expected to stay in my in-laws place whenever I visit home. Firstly, getting leaves approved is a mountain climbing task with so many dependencies at my work place. And after getting a week's leave, I need to calculate the number of days I need to share in my maternal and in laws house. Every time I explain my plan to them, I can sense the nervousness in their tone if my in-laws would be ok with my stay. Am I not allowed to even plan my holidays? Am I not allowed to stay as per my choice? The place where I was born and brought up with so much of love and care does not belong to me anymore or rather the people are not ready to accept me/afraid to accept me as their part any more. Although they get worried whenever I am sick and my mother routinely checks on my health, my lunch, the number of rotis I had for dinner, weekend processes for oiling hair, homely beauty treatments but I really do not understand the purpose of self under estimation and happily bearing the brunt of being a married Girl's parent as this is being carried forward to us by our ancestors.


Why cannot you break this protocol? Why cannot you stand for your educated, qualified and financially independent daughter? Whenever I realize that my parents are undergoing some financial stress which they aren’t comfortable sharing with me post my marriage as I do not belong to their gotra anymore and it clearly indicates that any financial support from me is unacceptable. The other day, I was speaking to my mama and she said ' It’s different between you and your brother, we can accept any support from him but not from you..You are married.'. I felt a lump in my throat and was deeply hurt and conclude that I have lost all the rights on my parents. There was no point in arguing and I stopped conversing on that point.


I was thinking for long on how my life is being treated now. The only right I levied was on my parents where I use to vent out my frustration, share my woes, my pain, my happiness and now I feel as if I was a burden to them all these days and they have passed on me to another gotra happily. All they can do is sulk with me whenever I feel low. 
 

All I want now is to be free, independent and fly happily.
Is it a big thing to ask for? Is it a curse being a female? Is it wrong to be way I am? Is it necessary to change myself according to the society which is against my happiness?




Friday, January 25, 2013

The last look...

Watching your house at a distance,
My heart wishes another chance,
Thousands of memories rattling my mind,
Choosing the best is tough to find.

Standing across the lane and watching your car,
Dives me into a pool of memories we have traveled so far,
Hiding myself and staring at your door,
The teary eyes make my vision poor.

In the House, imagining myself inside,
The smiles on my face couldn’t hide,
We danced, we played, we romanced, and we fought,
‘I wish I can do it again’, is just another thought.

Things were not in my hand,
And it slipped more quickly than sand,
My heart is filled with unfounded fears,
As I know you are not mine anymore, walking back beholding my tears.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

7 Days to the wedding…



My married cousins and friends share their experience on how the days went by during their wedding time. But trust me, I do not feel any of them. I am not nervous, I am not scared, I am not excited, I am not taking facials to look pretty; I am not doing or feeling anything that a normal bride should feel. I guess I was more excited during my best friends wedding, my cousins wedding…

I think these feelings will take time to sink in, I am yet to feel these lovely feeling of a bride. I am not feeling homesick...I have left home since 6 years to join a peanut income job…though peanuts don’t fill your stomach but do give you independence. 

So many things on the ‘To Do’ list and none of them have been stricken off… Sigh!
Anyways… I hope I will get the feel once I sit on the mandap… 

Till then… Cya !

Journey from Love to Marriage


A handsome prince comes in a white and golden robe on a horse and takes away the princess in lovely pink gown along with him…since childhood every little girl gets to see this dream once in her life time; she gets all this rosy dreams after reading dozens of those bull shit fairy tales. As she grows with age and maturity she understands the reality is so different from the tales that her mom used to tell her while sleeping. The moment she falls in love in her later life, she slowly loses her maturity and again starts to believe her fairy world of fantasy.


Love makes one go blind, it is true to its core. I have no clue what makes the girl feel like a princess and she becomes so happy that even the most expensive dress or shoes or even money can’t buy her happiness. The feeling of a new seedling of love is priceless. She fights with everyone who comes along her way of love…

As the love slowly passes through phases of friendship, romance, fights, sacrifices, compromises, possessiveness, insecurity, ego crisis, compatibility issues, and difference of opinions… The love between the two love birds starts to shake. You will find yourself in a realm of mixed emotions. The situation turns dramatic when you spend all your time convincing your parents and when they are actually convinced, you turn unconvinced about the person you chose.  The only question that keeps haunting you will be, ‘Am I taking the right step?’  At this point you are utterly confused and there is no backing off…No way!! 

The inevitable mishap that is ought to happen. The love and fondness is just expressed in words to keep the relationship alive as love doesn’t exist anymore. The thought to break up will kill you but the fear of society, peers, family engulfs you. You become a slave to your orthodox thoughts however modern you present yourself to the society. The love between the couple just remains ‘Once upon a time…’

Marriages are made in heaven and screwed on Earth. Love is a beautiful bond which is pious and precious. If the question comes in mind and you are in doubt… listen to your heart, forget about the creepy society, there is no wrong in getting selfish and to think about yourself only. If you aren’t sure about the person, please do not go ahead. If you are sure about the person, don’t let anyone come in between…go ahead and marry your love.
Happy Marriage !

Friday, December 2, 2011

X-tra Marital at office :)

There are times when certain things just keep you gripped and needless to say they are juicy and spicy gossips. I had heard about infidelity since I was a child but, yeah, never came across to witness such an event live. I had never imagined that people actually do have extra marital affairs. To me, it was just another popular story line for a bollywood masala movie. But this affair is giving me sleepless nights, I have involved myself personally to such an extent that I dream of them. The first of its kind extra marital affair I am witnessing is in my office. Well, I have heard about infidelity quite a time but to see their love and fondness grow every time is different.

I and my best buddy in office keep track of every possible gossip and sometimes we feel ourselves to be the smartest of all. (Poor we never knew we are so dumb!!) It took time for us to digest the fact that one of our team mate (we call her as SLUTTY SAVITRI) is having a serious affair with a middle aged top level big-shot manager, (he might need Viagra soon as he is nearing his expiry date) whom we know very closely. These days we keep planning on how to reveal their secret affair which is still under cover to light… All we want is to expose them!!!

We have done funny and risky things just to keep a check on the new puppy lovers; we follow them; keep track of their incoming and outgoing timings, telephone calls, body language, etc. We have become CID agents (ACP Pradyuman would have fired Abhijeet and Daya to hire me and my buddy for our excellent job executions!!!) and have successfully got few proofs too…Kudos!! The best part of their affair is that both of them had love marriages and they are happy with their partners. We are still striving for the need that made them to start an affair. We have no idea if this affair is going to end soon… but the fact is we are enjoying witnessing it live when the silly lovers are unaware of the fact that the whole world knows about their desperate love.

Hope they keep entertaining us the way they do so. The positive aspect about their affiar is we reduce our stress levels and feel light during work hours.And, I as a lady would love to enjoy many more chapters waiting to be added in their love book.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Adaption and Existence !!

“There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them”.

It is hard to choose any of the choice… I don’t want to accept the existing conditions nor do I want to blame myself or anyone for changing it. But, yes the conditions keep changing over time. I wonder at this superb nature gifted to Humans by God. They have an amazing adaptability to any situation or condition… yet they don’t whine about anything.

What makes us so adaptable to situations? At first we don’t like a thing/person/place and slowly we start getting used to it. Is it the generation of internal hormones which ends up creating chemical reactions in our mind and soul called ‘Adaption’ and ‘Existence’? Trust me the two deadly terms ‘Adaption’ and ‘Existence’ are not just simple terms. We always question ourselves whether we would be able to adapt to such a situation, but trust me Humans are so flexible and can be adapted to any possible change for their mere existence. Just like an arrange marriage, where the girl has no choice but to accept the man and love him till she breathes last. I feel even she adapts to it for her existence.

How life was before and how is it now? I am really surprised to see myself at this state, looking at the monitor continuously for long hours, knowing nothing of the outside world, no friends, no fun. Did I study so much just to gaze at my screen for hours together? I always try to jot down some fantastic write up for my blog, still it always gets a back seat and I don’t get any time for it. How has this job life sucked all my aspirations, interests, fun out of me? Shopping for clothes, accessories and sandals was my top most priority, and I never compromised to it... Look at me now... Feels like an aged lady with no interest to dress up (Or Have I grown old??.. Unbelievable!! Sucks! )… All my dreams of a highly luxurious life with fun and loads of entertainment have turned to dust…Yet I don’t whine about anything.

Life has become so monotonous, dull and boring. When you read this, don’t you think, you are at the same state as me? You cannot deny to this and this is not only about me or you, this is happening to all...Yet we don’t whine about anything. (For the simple reason, we are adapted to the change now!!)

Now I want my fun-filled life back, I want myself to keep away from adapting to this change. This adaptability is infectious; this adaption for existence is killing my zeal and enthusiasm for more growth as I am slowly getting satisfied with small things. Hell, I never wanted this.. and I just pray that I don’t get smitten by this ‘Adaption’ for my ‘Existence’. I want to live life--- KING SIZE!! ;)