Life is easy kya karein

I have seen a lot of guys. "Seeing guys" in my times was a very arranged marriage syndrome. Not what it means nowadays. So I saw a lot of guys, courtesy my parents and relatives, who wanted to see me settled. My working and staying in a hostel was all so nomadic for them. I had grown up in an arranged marriage concept. The key being good looking guy, lots of his Dad s riches or Granpa s, diamonds to wear and some holidays to be taken. My Mom used to paint a lovely picture for me and I completely visualised myself at twenty one in a nice pink starched kota sari, diamonds in my ears, neck, fingers,and wrists too, giving instructions to the Maharaj. Helping my mother in law in lighting diyas in the puja room. Getting snacks for guests in a tray, wearing new rubber slippers at home and a nice low ponytail which covered the deep revealing back of the sari blouse. I feel sad that as a child, this is all i dreamt. I feel sad that i could not or rather did not dream big. I feel sad t...

Writing after really long and have some random thoughts. People come into your life after a long gap. It is back like old times. And then they disappear, just like old times. Except that it hurts more, one more time. I see the people on Shivaji Park at all odd times. My eyes notice the couples the most. I am always looking at them and forming a whole story about them. Most of the times i think they are in an illicit relationship.By that I mean , one partner is married or committed to someone else. Then i try to figure out the office colleagues, there familiarity and rapport is so cool, no coyness there. I see those couples in their fifties and think they have no business of falling in love. Me at forty does find fifty old. Then there are those couples married to each other, where the man wants some romance and the girl wants to crib. The tiffin sharing couples are beyond my understanding. They are feeding each other, it is so like the Indian wedding albums. All have a picture of the br...