Sonntag, 30. August 2009

The birthday boy

7:00 am Saturday -- Ring Ring Ring.... goes the telephone.... Gooood Morning Bhaiiii wishing you a very happy bday... (me) - Behna its 7:00 am and I am still sleeping... and my bday is day after.. how did you forget... (Behna) - giggle... tu abhi tak so raha hain... wake up... I thought it was your hindu calender bday today... (me) - no behna... thats on Tuesday... (behna) - ok then sleep further

7:00 am Sunday Morning -- Ring Ring Ring ... goes the telephone once more ... goooodd morning bhai... wishing you a very happy bday... (me) - rubbing my eyes... behna... mera bday kal hain... but love you for all your care... (Behna) - giggle once more... aaj phir se uthaya tujhe neend se.... to phir uth.. Sunday ke din koi soota hain... wake up and get ready... (me) - I am one of the most priveledged brother to get a wake up call from behna every morning... .... .... .... .... and the conversation went on

10:00 pm Sunday evening -- Ring Ring Ring... kidhar ho tum... (me) am at my old home just finished painting... (betu) - waiting for you... kya matlab hain... (me) coming in 15 minutes...

10:15 om Sunday evening - hiiiiiiiii... kaise ho... how r u sankhla... bas theekh... lets go up and see the modifications in my new home... I built up a few things yestarday...

10:55 kuch khana order kare bhookh lagi hain... betu and sankhla nodding in affirmativity... ordered the regular fried rice from Jasmine Aunty... the Aunty came herself to deliver... I wondered how she got my adress right in the first time...

betu - gift laye hain tere liyee.. guess what it is.... without touching it....
me - koi idea nahi... may be jhoonu ka bhai or so....
betu - nahi nahi... tumhne to jhoonu ki kya haal bana rakha hain...
11:55 pm cake with candles brought down to the table... candles set and the clock is awaited to tick 12:00 and the cukoo clock to sing...

There it was finally.... 27 years since I saw light on the planet...27.... its like cube of 3.. 3 times 3 times 3... oh my god... am I old...

I finally opened my much awaited gift... wonderful paintings.... directly put them onto the wall of my new home... it brought richer ambience to the room...


Thats how I turned 27 from 26... but these few days into my 26 and then finally entering 27 made me realize a few things... Some thing which I need to do in the next part of my life.... which I used to but my work and other priorities almost called me to neglecting it...
- so much of love and affection.... do I give even a little back... I asked myself this question... and the answer was a big no...
- do I deserve the love and affection - again a big no
- is something wrong - yes yes yes....

what is wrong.... I seem to be involved with the general crowd while neglecting the ones who I loved the most and who have great affection for me...
My journey into 27 is going to be a very crucial part of finding myself and separating itself from the generalisim.... and focussing and spending time with people and things whose opinion matters to me...
I dont know why I lost it in the last few months...

I realise one thing... the people who I love and who have affection towards me are the ones for whom I am... they are all the reasons I am...

I love you all.... mom... dad... chimpu... behna.. betu.. sweetu... sankhla ... Angel...

Happy Birthday to you Motu...

Montag, 3. August 2009

Marraige - is it really a game???

Excerpts from a dialogue



M: Hey... hello... I am gonna get married...

A: Not possible... what are you telling... just not possible... when... how why... you were waiting for someone...

M: Doesnt matter the wait is over... I cannot wait anymore.. The person sitting in P is least bothered about me.... I thought of moving ahead...

A: You just cannot just give up simply like that

M: Yes yes I have.... I need to get married before some month of this year... Its important... beacuse my priest told me to do so...

A: This is not possible... you have waited so long... Just give it some time... did you inform the concerned....

M: No I didnt... The new one is landing on Saturday... It happened all of a sudden...

A: Tell me more... how and why... who is it...

M: Coming to South of the country on friday... for six months... We can celebrate on saturday... I have spent quite a lot of tear... so decided to move on...

A: The person concerned should know about it....

M: No no.... but you should have understood it.... I have been trying to communicate it since long... very long... and you just dont understand

A: I understand a lot of things but for such things I may be a bit immature to understand

M: Ya ya... I dont believe that you didnt understand when every one else understood it... No dont spoil my mood... I have come over it... Hang up now.... I am not feeling like talking....

A: Ok Bye!!!!!!!





Multiple... Messages...

M: Was a joke.... I still am for the person in P....



Well marriage... I thought it was the holy and divine bond of love which comes on after having done a lot of good things... But some people consider it as just another game... what is surprising... it is those people... who are deep in love and talk of sacrifice for the partner and who wait for years... to hear a simple three letter word from the loved one.... they chuck it all for some fun....



I write this while listening to Total eclispe of my heart by bonnie tyler in French... some how I dont know why but the lyrics fit to what M had to say...

Retourne-toi), de temps en temps je me sens delaissee et tu ne passes meme plus
(Retourne-toi), de temps en temps je suis lasse des larmes que je ne cesse de
verser
(Retourne-toi), de temps en temps je deviens anxieuse quand je me dis que les
meilleurs moments sont enclaves dans le passe
(Retourne-toi), de temps en temps je suis effrayee jusqu'a ce que j'apercoies
ton regard
(Montre la lueur de tes yeux), de temps en temps je craque (bis)

(Retourne-toi), de temps en temps je commence a m'agiter du a l'inquietude que
je ressens
(Retourne-toi), de temps en temps je me sens aussi faible qu'une enfant lorsque
je suis dans tes bras
(Retourne-toi), de temps en temps je sens que je m'enerve et je me dis qu'il me
faut essayer de m'en sortir
(Montre la lueur de tes yeux), de temps en temps je craque (bis)


but the surprising thing is that M was making fun of the situation... while A listened with all restlessness to his disbelief... prayers seemed to be going unanswered...