Don't ever go to CCD - you make a better one!

Life at office can be great if your colleagues become your best of friends. I mean you share jokes, share lunch, laugh at the same stuff, bitch about your boss and what not…One thing I have learned from life that no day is complete without a hearty laughter and when you have friends and family who think alike nothing can be better than that.

November 8, 2014 will be marked as one most hilarious and fun days of my life. That day when my friend and I were coming from office, we decided to have coffee on the Rajiv Chowk metro station and that marked as a turning point in our friendship…They say a lot can happen over coffee and they are actually right! No we did not change our preferences; we still are attracted to the opposite gender. But yeah a lot happened…we made a promise to each other and made a decision that we will abide for our lifetime… ‘That we will never visit CCD again’

Let me narrate you from the beginning…we entered Café coffee Day, took a corner seat because the centre ones were all filled. (Of course that is just an excuse; we would go for corner seat even otherwise). We got seated, I took the sofa seat and she sat on the chair…We went there to have some mature discussion about life and stuff and of course to have coffee. Right after five minutes she went to place an order and came back all smiling at me…I can never forget that face of hers…she sat quietly without saying anything and I asked for the bill and that’s where the fun starts…The bill had an amount of whooping 780Rs. It was hilarious in a shocking kind of way…I mean really two cups of coffee for that much amount! I Still can’t believe it! We saw the bill and literally forgot everything. We laughed like hell and came to following conclusions:

• ·         We will never come to CCD again…
• ·         Even if we come we will not place a senseless order.
• ·         We will think thrice before placing an order.
• ·         Two cups of coffee at 780/- @ CCD = 20 coffees @ Mc Donalds
• ·         My friend will never take my advise while ordering anytime we go out…(She has literally put a ban on my ordering)

After this incident we both have realized that how foolishly we spend on things that are not even worth…Yes that coffee was not even worth! Our office boy makes a better one!

We have to give it a thought before we enter such hotels and restaurants before we end up loosing all our money to them. They serve us shit and we people buy that shit because it is expensive and served in a fancy bowl…

It was a Stupid Saturday! This incident will always make me laugh!

Thanks Kanika

We are Mutual Murderers! (Societal Eclipse)

Change is a constant variable. And I wonder why our society is not changing. Last write up that I wrote I very proudly proclaimed that it is not the age that is important but the right match. I now think I was wrong… Rather I am proven wrong. In India our whole life is centered towards marriage, we have to study hard to get a good match; we have to earn good to be a suitable match…everything we do should be socially acceptable to live a life, or in other words to find a match. I always thought that education helps in reformation…but seems in India even education is a hopeless tool because more than education it is the society that plays an important role in our decision making. It is not the educated mind that takes the decision but the mind that is molded by society. It seems that we have been blinded by the pointless counters of society. Reasons and logic do not seem to work with society! We let the people around us control our lives to an extent that we no longer respect our lives. It’s true that a man is the product of the society he lives in; and a lame society gives birth to a lame man and a lame mind.  India is the best example of a worthless society, where a 29 year old girl is forced to commit suicide just because she did not get a suitable match.

I was taken aback when I read this news.  A well educated girl of a very well educated family (mother-principal, father-doctor) hanged herself to death just because she did not get a right match. Honestly, at first I thought she was stupid to have done this, I actually cursed her for committing a crime like this…not taking life seriously…but to think of it on a deeper level it is not suicide but murder. We murdered her. We who make this society are murders. It was a cold blooded murder. I feel guilty because I am as much a part of society as anyone else.

When I was writing the last write up, it was on a very light note that I mentioned about it…I never thought that someone can be a victim on that level. This makes me think and question the progress that we claim to make. We are not progressing, we are regressing because I am sure incidents like this did not happen in ancient India, where a girl had to kill herself just because she is 29 and not married.  I know I am talking of an altogether different India but if this is the state of present India then it is better we do not progress. It is the societal eclipse that we are encountering, oblivion that it will engulf all of us. We are nurturing darkness in the garb of our futile and fatal societal norms.

Suicide is anyway illogical but I have never heard of a more illogical reason than this one.

May her soul rest in peace!

Marriage - Right age or right match?

Two decades and seven years have passed, quite a lot of time to think of it. Everybody says it is time to tie a knot and some even say that I am past the perfect age of getting married. Really! I want to ask what actually is the perfect age to get …….? I am sure everybody would have a different number in their mind. Let me share with you my experience, the reasons I have listened to. The marriage drama at my home started at the age of 21.Thankfully my parents were not involved then, they knew that it was indeed a tender age to be married. I still remember how in one of the marriage functions, one of our loud relatives pointed me out and told my parents about the prospective party. I just stood dumbstruck over there…really didn’t know how to react back then! Well my parents handled the situation wisely. Now to think of it if I would have got married at that time, things would
 have been a lot different…firstly I would not be writing this, secondly happiness and freedom would have been a question mark and what not…Mind you the last statement about happiness and freedom is not a statement against marriage, it was about the after effects! ;) I am not at all against marriage, rather marriage makes me very hopeful and worried about my soul mate because he would have to bear with me not matter what!

Coming back to the right age for marriage…I think the right age for marriage will always be a controversial, at least in the Indian context. Some say that the right age for girls to get married is right after their graduation when they are 20-21 years old…I really don’t understand what makes them think that way. A girl who hardly knows the worldly ways is expected to take care of a family and a full grown immature (sometimes). And when a girl turns 25, people bombard her and her parents with all stupid questions they can think of, for instance- ‘has she chosen someone already’ or ‘r u not searching a groom for her’ or ‘have you registered on a matrimonial site?’ and what not. I personally find this matrimonial business a little funny, I mean c’mon! My mother too goes crazy sometimes she makes search a prospective groom on a matrimonial site…and I always find it funny, making fun of the profiles with my siblings and it becomes epic when my mother too joins in the fun…

And when you are past 25 forget about relatives your friends too join the brigade with them…to be precise all the married friends. Their simple question like ‘when are you getting married’ with a special stress on you, leaves you speechless. I swear you don’t want to talk to them again…just because they are married doesn’t mean that was the right age to get married. Now if I continue writing I may write something offensive... so here I put my thoughts on hold.

At last I want to say it is not the right age but the right person that matters!

Too Good a Thought!

Today when I am writing, a lot of things are clustered in my mind. There is no one thought that I have in my mind. I am feeling very oxymoronish at this time. I think it is very poetic to feel like that, but at the same time complex. I always thought I would lead a simple life unaware that life hardly gives anyone that chance. It is kind of funny! At least I find it that way.  But somehow I will not let life complicate my life.  As of now I am more interested in putting my unnecessary thoughts at ease rather than discussing life at large. People say meditation is the key; I wish that was that easy for me too.

I don’t know about others but I am somehow scared of my thoughts sometimes and frankly speaking it is not me who put them there it is the people. (God that again is a hopeless thought!) OK I agree the thoughts are mine hence I am the mother. Hmm… Mother is a heavy word, that means my thoughts become my responsibility, oh God I am on a roll mother, responsibility…Does that mean like a good mother I would have to take care of my babies and also others’ if they come across me. The thoughts that others produce are sometimes the consequences of my thoughts. Seems as if there is a whole reproductive system that is being operated!  If the thoughts are mine than I am the mother and if I am cause of the thought than I am the father…haha Funny it is! But very true!  Being aware what thoughts can cause, I will try to be a good mother and a father too.

I will wait for the day when people also realize that and become good parents.

A Page from Sita Maa's Dairy

I feel so very blessed that I was sent in exile.

When I married Ram I was encountered with mixed feelings. I was happy to an extent that I wanted to freeze that moment but with happiness I had a doubt in my mind, doubt in regards to the time that my husband would be spending with me. I loved him dearly and dreamt about spending every hour of my day with my beloved husband, but I knew that being the eldest son he will soon have to take the throne in his command. The very idea used to make me sad as that would mean very less quality time with him. Though being a King’s daughter I was prepared for it but still had a longing for being with him all the time. And when I almost resigned myself to fate of not having much time to spend with my husband, fate changed its course. My husband was given orders to go in exile for fourteen years taking me along. Frankly I felt sad in the beginning when I heard of this dreadful punishment for no reason as such. I pitied my fate and not later but sooner I realized that it was not actually a punishment but a blessing in disguise. Going in exile will mean all my husband’s time will be mine. No interruptions will be encountered. I felt the joy kindling my heart. When we were leaving the palace I held my husband’s hand and could see the same joy in his eyes and I fell in love with him one more time. I was proud of him for the sacrifice he was making for his father’s honour and how super calm he looked.

 I was very excited; every atom in my body was thrilled for this new expedition of my life.

On our journey we encountered many beautiful places which I knew existed but never thought of visiting them. Every place I visited with my husband appeared even more beautiful. One could not have asked more from life. There I was with the Mother Nature drinking the beauty of the time and wishing the time to cease. Surrounded by beautiful flowers I enjoyed every second of the journey. Watching sunset and sunrise with my husband was only a dream which came true. I felt to be the luckiest woman on the planet Earth to have had the longest honey moon period of fourteen years. Never in history or never will there be in future would a woman have such a golden period. Love and happiness was all around and that became one of the reasons of naming my sons Luv and Khush. I am truly blessed to have Ram in my life and to have spent fourteen golden years with him.  

Legendary Politicians!

          Criticism usually makes one feeble and constant criticism can be fatal, but these politicians are an exception. Hats off to them! They get criticized and even cursed but not even a single strand on them gets affected. Wow! They stand straight in the face of it and don’t let their goal get side washed. They patiently wait for the goal accomplishment. We really should learn from them. The courage they showcase in a public rally is commendable; they speak with such awe in spite of the fact that several jokes are being circulated on them. They say ‘Ignorance is bliss’, but they are no ignorant and still so very blissful, they are fully aware what public thinks of them…Thanks to the media. But still nothing wavers them not even a literal slap in the face.

They are similar to the legend of phoenix (a long-lived bird that is cyclically regenerated or reborn). I would even say that they have out beaten the phoenix also as the poor bird takes several years to get regenerated or reborn but they are reborn in every five years during elections and remain dead for rest of the time. Legendary it is! 

I wish we all were made up of the same metal as our dear politicians. The blood that runs in their veins has to have some magical powers for sure. And I am sure there is some rocket science behind it…obviously which we common people cannot understand. I don’t know whether they were born with the bold nerve or developed it, but whatever it is ‘janta maaf nahi karegi tumhe!’ I mean I seriously wish I could find an escape route from my workplace and do nothing but complain and to top it all stand strong when I don’t get the desired promotion. (Shit I can’t do that, I am weak!) Also I want to give a presentation without prior preparation on the facts and ending the presentation with a superfluous slogan, (something like ‘mein desh nahi mitne dunga, mein desh nahi jhukne dunga’…) and get applauded for it. Man I so very wish for it. But I am no politician.

Supernatural they seem to me…Yes and I have all respect for them in the world because obviously they remain calm, composed and serene in the time of crises and once again it is a rocket science. How do they bloody do it! And nowadays even the tag of Common Man is also helping. I am sure that topi is bewitched.

A tribute to Sunny Leone

               It is something that we all like to indulge in but we happen to talk ill about it…especially when we see somebody else humoring into it. Hypocrites that we are…I was reading the newspaper the other day and happened to read that Sunny Leone was not allowed to promote her latest flick in one of the states. I was literally shocked. How can they do that to her? She was called bad names… Sunny, we all know her and I can bet there is hardly any person who…huh! Bloody double standards. Grow up guys! Admit it…No, this is not a women-are-not-respected-in- India issue. It is completely different, it is Indians-love-being-assholes issue. I must say that the Indians are far too foolhardy. I am not here to promote Sunny’s ex profession not by any means; neither do I have any such intentions. But yes I do have acknowledged Sunny’s intentions to start afresh. We are a country where the politicians can do all the dog stuff sitting in the parliament and the same politicians get the right to accuse Sunny. Wow! A round of applause for such moronness! I firmly believe that the society we live in is a reflection of ourselves…So if there is a whole industry that runs on this particular business it is because we demand for it. We are the ones who make this ****industry work and then we are the one who tries to inflate our bloody egos by talking against it…Funny it is! It is as if an infant playing with his favorite toy, it plays with it, throws it and then gets back to it. We are so confused, we like sunny when we are alone and we hate her when we are with someone…Damn! No words for this bloody attitude! Entangled in our own uproar of activities we completely forget that it is our fellow creature that we are accusing for something we should be accused for…Everybody has a dark side but the real human being is who overpowers the darkness by the light that he has within.

In the end, I just want say that the people who want a ban on Sunny Leone, I would like their cell phone and laptop content to go viral… with their bloody names of course then they would realize how fuckedup they are…