A new beginning...

Change is difficult to absorb especially when its for the worse. I used to have lots of spare time in my recent life. So much so that i could afford to compete for slow cycle races with ants and win them. But there is something about this city bombay which hurries me up. Uncomfortably so. Now i have no time to stand and stare. I need to wake up early morning even before the hens of chicken vendor near by, then take a 60 second bath , chew some bread and rush out to be in the institute at 9.00. I swear i would forget to wear my pants someday.

Its only because jupiter and mars have aligned themselves and Pluto and saturn are at 312 degrees to each other that has created just the right planetary position for my finance lecturer to fall ill and thereby resulting in a free lecture which I am aptly utilizing to write this blog. Speaking of planetary motions relating to human actions, the best logic that i have heard till date in favour of the argument is that moon can move and affect tides on earth and human body is 70% water so it can as well affect human actions. So don’t wonder when something happens as stupid as you dashing into the traffic police with your bike when you don’t have the papers or the license. It was the moon which did a small tap dance , you silly.

Speaking of the events that have happened between my previous and this post are that i have got married and had a trip to himachal pradesh and part punjab. It is when you marry that you realize that marraiges are so enjoyable when someelse is on the hot seat. You can eat, wonder and do as you please. But in my case the planets had decided that my time was up and yamraj was already on his way in his ferrari to welcome my bachelorhood to his hometown called hell. So there was me married to this beautiful lady, feeling happy about the past , okay about the present and sad about the future, especially of my lady dearest's .

For those bachelors who have a weak heart and a weaker spinal cord, Marraiges are a tough affair for you would need to take the ashirwad of atleast 1257 people whom you might remotely recognize or may you would have last met them 3 births ago. I would be so inundated with ashirwad that i was thinking there must be a crowning glory on my head now and a super protective halo which would protect me from all evils.

Just by the way , i discussed my blog with my lady dearest and she started wondering who scores more on uselesness me or my blog. She is still wondering, in between she has preferred to remain unidentified on my blog but then we settled for a nick name. I think she is very cute and the most suiting nick would be cheeku, The cute little fruit.

I must tell you that cheeku is very particular about my appearance which i had never bothered bout before. So now a person who assumed face creams to be dedicated female product is applying Garnier to his face. My hair which were happily lied in the direction of their choice and were masters of their will are now stay neatly and uncomfortably together in a direction of cheeku's choice. My bath's are much more sincere and I pray the day dosnt come when she washes me in the machine with some surf ultra. Never the less, she has promised to not rinse and dry me in the machine.

Taking wedding into our stride cheeku and me started for Punjab, our first destination being chandigarh. We dint realize we were in chandigarh to the point when we read “Jaspinder loves Prabhjot” inscribed by a passionate couple on a tree trunk. Being in Gujarat I was used to “Jignesh loves Jalpa” but this was first time I read such a dramatically different and resounding inscription. I recommend Chandigarh and you will realize its dinstinct beauty in the form of rock garden and lake and the people, provided the relative larger personality doesn’t intimidate you.

From then on we went to various places in HP namely Shimla, Kulu, Dalhousie, Dharamshala, and Manali. The most remarkable ones were Manali and Dalhousie. At Rohtang pass, we spent a lot of time in the playing with snow, skiing, running around, photographing the scenary and sneezing. (Pics in the coming posts). Dharamsala was good for the health resort that we stayed in. We were treated to live ghazals from the locals singers and I even did a philmi stunt of dedicating a song “Na kajre ki dhar, Na motiyo ke haar…” to cheeku but cheeku failed to appreciate it and I got a strict warning to not repeat it again. I humbly agreed with my head down and hands folded. I bet she was a school teacher in her last birth.

Despite all the scolding and an occasional beating, It was a blissful state of being that I enjoyed in the trip. There was one instant when planets decided to give me a chocked nose, some fever and physical weakness as well and we were required to start 4 in the morning for a 10 hour drive to a hotel at parwanoo. As i somehow managed to sleep a caring affectionate hand on my eyes and other caresing my hair gave me a tremendously soothing heavenly feeling. The hands were of cheeku and the time was 2 AM.

Well, thats what makes a married life worthwhile despite all the scolding, beating, garnier cream , forced neatness and all other things.