Haai ree meri kismet

You know, some people have this uncanny knack of the getting into trouble without having to make much effort for it. If ever there is a merit list being made of such people, you would definitely see so many familiar names for instance; Sorrow ‘big mouth’ Ganguly, Natwar ‘Oil’ Singh, Jagmohan ‘CAB’ Dalmiya, Jaswant ‘Mole’ Singh, , Rakhi ‘Mika’ Sawant, John ‘Indian Summers’ Wright et al. By the way, I see a very familiar name positioned not far behind Ganguly and just a sniffing distance away from Rakhi. Mine. But I assure all of you and cheeku all the more that I have a better sense of self control then Mika.

Nevertheless, I do get into trouble. With ease. Just this morning I woke up to a not so different morning. Everything was pretty familiar. I mean I woke up when the alarm rang, I stopped it and slept again. I woke up again when cheeku took the blanket off me. Then I folded my self in a serpentine fashion and slept again. I woke up again when she shouted out loud in my ears. Then I took the pillow and put it on my ears, covered my face and slept again. Then I woke up finally when she put my fingers in a hot cup of tea. This I dint sleep coz things were getting hotter you see. After 25 mins I saw myself neatly dressed and combed (Things actually have changed after marriage) all set to leave for the Insti. You see, it was a usual morning, but only till here.

I went out of the flat, climbed down two floors, realized I had forgotten the keys and climbed back again to get ‘em. Then I went out again, climbed down, reached the main gate of the building and it started raining. Yeah, you guessed it right, I dint have an umbrella. Well, in Bombay you can expected all things to go wrong when you least want them to. I challenge you wont find a public toilet when you’ve got the nature’s call, so you would take a auto, rush back home, answer all the calls and guess what you see right in front of you on your way back at the same place from where you started a small room with a “Sulabh Shouchalaya (Public Toilet)” board hanging on it. Anyway, I was determined to not go back to the flat to pick up an umbrella and so I rushed out to find an auto. For a change, I did find one in reasonable time.

But then, when hard luck makes love to you, it makes sure the climax is a delayed and lasting one. So then just before a flyover the rickshaw walla informs me he has broken some clutch wire and he can’t climb the flyover. Shittt, was the first thing I pronounced. Nevertheless, intellectually acute that I am, I immediately thought of a simple solution; to payoff this rick-walla and get into another one. Outside the rick, it was pouring heavily. I saw an empty rick passing-by I stopped it and thought that’s it, I am done. As I as I moved my hand towards my rear pocket I realized I was actually done. There was no wallet in my back pocket. I called back home to check whether cheeku is still around and if she could come atleast halfway to help only to find a ‘no answer’. Finally, I took the same rick home took the wallet. My prudential safe came into play by then and I took an umbrella just to make sure things don’t get worse. I paid off the rick and took another one to reach the insti 15 mins late. For a change, I had some fortune; I had company of another of my class mate and somehow I was allowed inside as well.

Just as I right this blog I realized, it hasn’t rained today from the moment I picked up my umbrella. You see, that’s Mumbai for you…

U & I... in this beautiful world (Part 2)

 

U & I ..... in this beautifull world

 
 
 
  

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.

Rohan Shah (1982 - 2006)

The words in the title can be written on the gravestone of my bachelorhood, which has 3 days of life remaining. Somehow, there is no feeling of getting nervous or overexcited-ness in me as of now, despite this being my first marriage. Let me see how things change in the days to come.

My home is now pretty much stuffed with people. There is more noise inside my house then there is outside arjun singh's house at the moment. Just By the way I hate him for doing this reservation act. He should have known better than this. Now the meritorious candidates in prestigious institutes would be even less in number as the hair on arjun singh's head. He needs to apply thanda thanda cool cool navaratan tel on his head and rethink reservations. That would indeed be favorable for the student's community and his hair.

Back to my home, people are expecting me to somehow look darned smart in the function and thus I am being chucked into the men's beauty parlor every now and then. The person their subjects me to some real smelling thing he calls bleach cream and then all sorts of facial stuff and I hate him for doing this 3rd degree torture to me. By the way, due to this I realized what it feels like to my readers in reading my posts.

And then I was informed today that there is ceremony tomorrow at my place where several females from our society and castes and all have been invited to apply haldi and kesar and other such yellow stuff to me. They call it nilhane ki rasam. Now that's what I am really afraid of. Till today the exclusive rights to give rohan baby a bath were with my mom, and mausi and … okay that's it. But now a whole parliament full of ladies can claim to have given me a bath… that's disgusting yaar, seriously… And I really don't know whether I would look fairer after coming alive out of this rasam but I will sure look yellower.

I think all this ritis and riwaaz have been written by some frustrated gentlemen trying to take revenge with the present and future world spending their last time in agra's mental asylum. One of the riwaaz is that my lady-dearest's bro would pull my ears during some ceremony, So what that I have already set a deal out with him but not everybody can. .. frankly speaking I would have preferred a Christian style marriage for more than one reasons.

Well, if you really force me to point out something good about what's going on here then I would say I love the sheer spirit. There are so many people all enthu about the whole thing and willing to take responsibility of arrangements doing stuff, spending quality jolly time together. I think its really worthwhile to be a part of such masti, not at the cost of your own marriage though…