Friday, 21 November 2014

Not the Third person! It happens to me Too.

A few things have made me ponder since a last few days and as I couldn't find anyone (or was lazy to search for) who relates to what I feel, I have decided to share it here.

I am not going to speak here like a person who wants to change the world. I would rather like to speak about what I think I as a human being deserve it has no intention of changing the world or for that fact anyone.

I might sound feminist I am very objective and reasonable in what I say. I have kept aside emotions for a while :D

Being a woman or rather being a woman in India is tough. While facing frustration all through our lives some of us become subdued and silent with no voice to speak or protest against what is happening to us while the others go overboard in protesting. Blinded both are in a way.

As a woman I am expected to dress in a certain way, walk in a certain way, talk to someone in a certain way, laugh in a certain way. Well, suddenly it feels I come from stone age because women have changed. They wear what they like or they don't wear anything at all and no one bothers. They walk "Bindaas" they talk "cool". They just rock!!

 I wonder how many of those women haven't faced criticism from people around and have been accepted happily for who they are.
Yes! We have to keep fighting to live a life on our terms. Why? What for? Who the hell are they? "kuch toh log kahenge" Just forget it!!!!

Not easy.

Then comes marriage. There is a certain age limit by which a woman should get married else its next to impossible for her to find a GOOD HUSBAND!

After marriage she has to stay at her husband's place and make life worthwhile for him and his parents. if husband stays at  her place instead he might not be regarded as a MAN thereafter as he is dependent on his wife and her  family .
However there is no problem if he is at his parents' house living on his wife's earning and not even trying to help her with the household chores and to add to her miseries and his MARDANGI (MACHOISM) beating her up almost everyday.

Now if she has plans to take care of her parents' financial needs even after marriage she needs to get permission from her husband.  While the MAN needs no permissions at all to take care of his parents and spend money for them. Its an UNDERSTOOD FACT.

Well living in India its foolish to protest against these things people advice you. They even tell you that you will change and become like them. You are bound to.

Marrying a man who asks for dowry is also a compromise. People tell you to compromise.
Well, I still cannot understand how women happily marry a man who asks money for from her parents.Isn't that enough to end a relationship? This is the not so MANLY act. Why are people blinded?

A husband can scold a wife when she is not doing  things right. he can censor her dressing.  He can comment on her body. I wonder if such women who happily accept such corrections are married to a father figure or an equal ?

I have lot of other things I must jot down here. For today I end with this.

Have a good day.

Thursday, 2 October 2014

I Never Thought I Would Write Haikus :P

An almost empty vessel 
food so scanty
four awaiting supper

 the diamond ring 
 the jewellery shop 
 the anti theft alarm 

 the tiring day 
 a cozy bed 
 his warm hug 

The sumptuous meal
a hefty bill
bad stomach upset

Ps: I hope I've done justice.

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Some Things That Make Me Who I Am.

This morning when I was lying on my bed a thing crossed my mind. From the time I was a little girl a hundred things have been taught to me. Out of them some things I feel make me a different person while some of them make me feel elite when comparing to the rest of the 'crowd'. When my parents corrected me they called it smoothening my rough edges or humbling me. I am just going to jot down a few of them here. You must all tell me yours.

  • Whenever I said something like " I and my friend did that today" Mum used to correct me asking me to use the "I" only after mentioning the other person. So now I never say things like that anymore and If ever by mistake I do so I know I am making a mistake.
  • There were times when I was in middle school and while eating with fork or spoon at home I made noise with my spoon or fork on my plate and at that moment I would hear my mother telling me to eat in a civilized way and not to hit the plate and make noise and disturb everyone who's sitting at the table with me.
  • By the end of my class Five my dad was getting pretty upset about the way I walked. So one day he actually showed me how to walk :P. He made me walk on the squarish tiles at my home step by step. Not that I was getting trained for a beauty pageant but rather he felt how important even the way you walk is.
  • I knew from KG how to hand over a scissors or a knife to someone. My mum taught me.
  • My dad always corrected me when I said Scissor for Scissors and Pant for Pants.
  • Always be punctual.The word punctual means a lot to me. I take it as something for which I am answerable to myself. I learned to be punctual from my dad. It pains to be late which I very rarely am.
  • When you make a call to someone always mention who you are before asking for the person  you want to talk to.
  • Don't bang the doors shut them properly. Don't keep on ringing the door bell. Wish or greet everyone you know when you see them. Don't make noise when you sip tea or coffee from a cup.
Several other things that are not coming to my mind have influenced me all through these years of my life. I feel blessed to have known a lot of things in depth.

Please share yours.

Thank You

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Little Joys ... Life and happiness... Smiles...

Had a busy day at office today. Got back home an hour and a half later than the usual time. Tiring day... no lunch ...yet I feel like writing this post. There are a lot of little things that bring a lot of positive & happy vibes to us. I am jotting down a few here... I require of you to do the same in the comments section. :-)
  1. I occasionally love to go and open the fridge just to smell the mixed fruit jam . I simply love that smell. ahhhh....
  2. It feels good when an auto wala already knows where you would want to get down without even you hinting him.#How PHAMUSSS ;-)
  3. When your parents come to pick you up from office and then take you for a tea and vada at a nearby place. I love such outings.
  4. When you are tired from office, no autos anywhere to go home, legs too weary to walk and your uncle who's passing by offers you a lift.
  5. When an unexpected gift arrives home with a dual bubble wrap :P
  6. When there's curd rice or Rajma chawal  for supper :D #YaYness
  7. When I can fit into a dress I thought was to be discarded because it was too tight.
  8. When at office the aunty brings you an extra cup of tea because you had to skip your lunch.
  9. When raindrops fall on you in a second class Indian railways compartment...bliss. When people shout back in reply to your coo  :P when train is passing through a tunnel.
  10. When the neighbour aunty brings you Gatte ki sabji and kadhi for supper :D
I end with my 10. I would want to know yours.Please comment. The little joys in life are to be cherished.

Friday, 28 February 2014

A Tryst with an Auto Wala!

As the title of this post speaks for me I write further...

The world is full of cheaters and people who try to fool you and make money.

Today I'll tell you a story... a story not new to many.
Life was not easy anyway.
Got out from office late.
Took an AUTO *Enhances the word*
An elderly man was he that drove the rickety three wheeler.
My home is so near (thats how many at my office put it).
He turned his vehicle into a road that couldn't be taken. He took another turn to a lane that was so damn confusing. He turned left then he turned right... I could see the metre reading now showing 17 ( minimum is 15/-) Finally when I reached home it was 22/- gleaming on the metre.
Now there's a catch the old wretched man wanted me to pay one and a half  which comes to Rs. 33/-

Now I was so tired so worn out. I didn't want to argue. I didn't have exact change plus he has no right to ask me for a metre and a half. I gave him 31 instead of 33.

HE:  I wouldn't take any less than 33.
ME: OK! I'll give you 100 you just return the change.

He returned me Rs. 65 instead of 67. AND THEN I LOST IT.

HE:  Why are you arguing with me for just two rupees??
ME:  Because It's as valuable for me as it it for you. May be even more. You get it??

I came away. Took the rs. 33 and was reaching him when he said ... ITS 26 now you will have to give me 26 +13 = 40

 Kept his money on his auto seat and walked back home.
I  still haven't cooled down.

These are a disgraced community. I totally hate them.  I feel so angry that they cheat people. They call themselves public transport and don't stop when you need it urgently. They take you through long ways and charge you extra. How dare they? 

ps:) My blog is the best place for me to vent out. Thank you for the patience :P
pps:) Image courtesy Google images.
ppps:) please overlook the grammatical mistakes :D taking my mood into consideration.