Who says to plan?

Planning has been an important component in every woman’s life and I am no different. I just love to plan. But lately none of my planning seems to work and so does with people around me. The girl was young, beautiful, smart and talented. She fell in love with somebody you would be proud to bring home and your parents mighty impressed. He had the degrees, the job, the age and everything for a ‘happily-ever after love story’. When everything was working fine, his job, her career, their parents…she did one thing that we (women) are so good at. She planned. And according to her plans, they got married after a fairly long courtship. When both were relatively settled, career wise. She could manage to take a break for the impending wedding and the honeymoon. He was fairly established to ask for long absence from work for an exotic location honeymoon. Maybe, get a tan (expensive because the expenses were to cost a bomb) and show-it-off at work. And successful, they were in going as per plans. Marriage took them to phases of life, which they handled pretty well. The bedroom sagas were planned too. Sexless nights on week days because both had to report early to work. Weekends were reserved for some action but on-your-guard was the ‘keyword’ because they were on planning. She didn’t want to extend the family until some quality time spent together which did extend till five years. And it wasn’t that they couldn’t afford a child but she had a long list of plans to follow first like a three bedroom house with 2 car parks, separate cars for each of them blah blah (which we women are so good at). As before, the plans worked well to an extent. They did have a child after 5 years whom they welcomed with all the love and affection you could think of. She took a break because she had planned well to raise her child. He had reached an important position where you could support his family comfortably. Everything was working as per her plans. But hey, wait. After almost a decade the marriage fell apart. The plans went haywire. Despite all the love, the comfortability, the easy finances something fell short. Now, she has no plans to fix it up. Maybe there is a force above who has the right to make plans because only He has the power to make or break them. Today, when I too migrated to a new country, I had my own plans to lead my life. Nothing big just small little ones. Yet nothing seems to be working as per my plans. Then I remembered them and told myself ‘who am I to make plans?’

Love will Conquer All-An ode

I love, love stories and have been fed on an overdose of “and they lived happily ever-after”. Afterall my generation has experienced Bollywood movies soaked in love, thanks to the great Mr. Yash Chopra. The big canvass of pretty people made even prettier in his movies with the mind-boggling scheme of colours especially the whites and pastels. Else could you think of a movie where Sridevi looked better than Chandni, Rekha looked more mesmerising than Silsila or Juhi Chawla looked more angelic than Darr? The legend just had a penchant for pampering our vision with cinematic delights in whatever he touched by. The effect He created on his audience was spellbinding. He gave us hope, He let us believe that love shall seek us too. He made us laugh, he make us cry and most of all he made us wanting to fall in love. And whatever was left, His music did the rest. Most of His films had such haunting music for every mood that you just can’t imagine live without them. Sometimes His music even helped us to express the unsaid like in my good old college days, the first love letter said, “Jaddu teri nazar, kushboo tera badan” from his then blockbuster “Darr”. And many a times (even today) when I am happy I do whisper (because I have been taught to love thy neighbour), “Terre mere hoothon pe” from the inimitable “Chandni”. Today, when the genius is no more to spell his magic, the heart misses him so much. Because nobody showed us stories about the heart as better as Mr. Yash Chopra did. I often thought that his wife is so lucky to have a man as romantic as him in her life. Today, my heart goes out to her because her loss is irreparable. I silently pray for her and wish the family gets the courage to bear this loss. As for millions of cinegoers back home and world-wide, the loss can never be filled because it is not easy to find someone who can entertain and encourage with amazing love stories of all time. The loss is even more for generations to follow as they will never get to see new movies that’ll “make them fall in love over and over again.”

Durga Pooja...then and now

Back home, it is time for celebration as we Bongs are at the eve of Durga Pooja (Dussehra Festival). The markets get flooded with people doing their last minute shopping else you’ll find people (like me) too lazy to pick clothes and generally wait till the last minute. Whatever be the reason, the air smells of celebration, loud outburst of laughter and kids screaming around. The familiar sound of the daakh(a localised version of the drum) will embrace the air and you can smell the festivities all round thanks to the wonderful delicacies for your palette or the wonderful aroma of the exotic spring season. As a kid, I would begin the countdown since long because for me the Pooja meant “no studies”. Schools were closed for Dussehra festivals and parents were busy organising the pandal, prasad and cultural events. So we could take a breather from the boring routine of books and enjoy as long as it lasted. I loved the Pooja so much so that the last day, when Maa Durga’s idol was immersed, tears ceased to stop and a sudden hopelessness told me that “my good old days” were over. On the threshold of my teen, I still enjoyed the Pooja because now it meant buying new clothes with matching accessories. And if I was lucky enough, maybe a little bit of make-up too would be allowed. Those four days of celebration saw me all decked up for the occasion and lots of admiring eyes followed which thrilled me then. Parents were busy in letting the events of the days run smoothly while we, teenagers were busy creating some historical love stories. Some love stories where stronger than most and succeeded in succumbing to matrimony later. As I grew into an independent adult, my enthusiasm died because I couldn’t manage to get office leaves. And whenever I did, I despised the enquiries that were made of my marital status. Marriage proposals came pouring down and would chase me down long after Maa Durga bid us farewell. I hated the all familiar discussions of the ladies encircling some extra marital affairs, few break-ups or just plain simple bitching stories about others. Gradually, I started distancing myself from the Bongs biggest event. Today, when I am thousands of miles away from my place of origin, I dearly miss the occasion. I am trying hard to breathe in the air for traces of back home celebrations. I am terribly nostalgic of the regular khichudi bhoog (rice-lentil dish served as prasad) for which there was always a long queue wherein the known aunties would give up their chance for us to be fed first. I miss the regular Indian clothes and the fanfare all together. I miss the chaos, chats and good food later. I miss DURGA POOJA. Happy Durga Pooja everyone!!

The Fat Issue

Image Courtesy: Google “Darling, do I look fat?” is a question that can plunder your happiness like how the invaders looted the wealth of our, otherwise richer country. You don’t want her to get hurt by speaking the truth and at the same time you can’t afford to hurt yourself by uttering it. Well, whoever said that silence is gold exactly meant this situation. But, only if the world was a simpler place to live in where the partner wouldn’t nag you with the same question until you obviously lie. Hmmm, what to do, matter of survival…you see. But what is our hatred with the extra pound of flesh? Why don’t we like it when people say you’ve put on weight (atleast I take it offensive much worse than abusing)? Specially, if the criticism comes from your better half, it gets hurting. So much so that many World Wars have been fought in the family with Baba commenting and Ma reciprocating. “He says I walk like a tortoise,” complained my Maa when Baba took her for monthly medical check-up. Her annoyance reached its peak and she gave up medications to teach him a lesson. Fearing her well-being we all jumped into the scenario and Baba had to take his words back. Rather he went a step ahead (that is marital love) and proclaimed her much slimmer in comparison to the month before. I never knew why it pinches so much, until it happened to me. The hubby came online after few days and the only thing he said was that my face looked rounder. “Bang” the head sprang. How dare he? Didn’t he pledge to take me the way I am? Didn’t he promise to love me in my heavier or leaner side in front of the holy pyre? Then I thought of the age-old tradition of weighty issues and related fights. I am the latest entrant, maybe. So be it. Just an afterthought, why can’t husbands be less critical of wifey details?

Can't do without U

One afternoon, misery stuck at the household. A dear member fell ill and had to be hospitalized immediately. We were told it would take two days for complete recovery as some of the vital organs had to be transplanted. Every hour seemed difficult and two days were impossible to pass by. For the first time, we realized the value of absence. For the world, it might be “the IDIOT BOX” but few can deny that life is not the same without a TV. The mornings became unusually calm without the loud sound of prayers to wake up to. The afternoons became duller without the saas-bahu serials and my nights became especially lengthier without the crime stories or who-dunnit –mysteries. We pledged to take better care of it. We decided to save it from the remote-torture of the young and the elderly. Give the TV its due respect and give it an extravagant space that it truly deserves. With nagging calls to the Technician which at times became bullying and if the separation became longer possibility of threats were not far by, we managed to get back our good-not-so-old TV. A sigh of relief finally breathed into the home. And perhaps the happiness could match to the feeling of welcoming a very dear yet long lost relative way back. Sudden, life stuck its normal chord. Life without TV is indeed harder, especially if you are used to living with the BOX that gives you a break (when you need it most).

I Do OR No, I don't

“Aww!! Not married yet?” “Are you seeing anyone?” “Gawd! No plans of settling down?” Some routine questions bombarded to you if you’re single. And if you know from where I am coming, then no matter how many figures you draw on your pay cheque, you will always be considered unsettled until you take the plunge. Men may come and go in your life but all that matters is to tie the knot with someone, doesn’t really matter whether you really are in a mood to share and care. And marriage is all that and much more. Sharing the room, wardrobe, bed and most importantly your loo; the thought is scary right? Makes me wonder did our mothers too have to go through this dilemma? Now, I am pretty sure that men too face the same uncertainty of ‘to be or not to be’. But the idea of ‘free sex’ all through their lives maybe quite a temptation to forgo…what say? While members of my tribe, with financial stability, is definitely on a double mind. After all doesn’t it get all tiring to make that extra cup of coffee/tea coming back from work? Picking up that damp towel from your favourite couch? Closing the lids of shampoo bottles, tooth paste, creams, body soaps or whatever after him? And the battle continues… Marriage isn’t everybody’s piece of cake and luckily, if you are smart enough to realize before the knot is tied tightly all round you, why doesn’t the society applaud you for your smartness? Maybe we are all too jealous to see others happy and free. Maybe we love thinking, “if I weren’t spared then why should she?”

Mouth Tightening Gel...mother of all solutions

Now, with a Vagina Tightening Gel that has hit the market, I wonder why can’t they invent a gel to keep those wagging mouths shut? They come in all genders (male and female), size and age. These mouths just need something to gossip, and they have an imagination of their own that could even beat some of the greatest authors. Just one lead and off they go, creating stories and more importantly telling stories about your good old life, so well crafted that it leaves you aghast at times. A certain girl in the neighbourhood was seen with a guy and it became a cause of national security. Local groups formed their very own RAW agents and started gathering more information. And before you know, a society meeting would be called wherein the parents will be summoned to caution them about their girl going astray. Complete strangers would have an opinion on the girl’s upbringing, Indian culture etc, etc. These very people wouldn’t think it is their business to save the girl from eve-teasing. Strange are the ways of our people, isn’t it? In another case, if a woman of a certain age decides to remain single out of choice or otherwise. Then a natural calamity strikes the rolling tongues that get desperate to probe into her personal life. Many people devote their personal time, free of cost, to dig about her past and present. Some generously predict her future too. Suddenly, her reluctance to get married becomes an issue of this world’s survival. While the woman in question has no qualms in enjoying her singledom and prefers to keep it like that. These very people wouldn’t leave their chance to make a pass at her, if their wives aren’t watching enough. Such is life, what say? Many more instances come to the mind and maybe penning them down wouldn’t be doing justice with all of them. Some tongues are so sharp that they can excruciate life from a depressed soul. Their criticism hits so hard that it hardens the otherwise brave ones from within. Do share if you can remember one. Because if a tight vagina can give you pleasure then hold on…a super loose mouth can give you pain, lots of it.