My time has come...

Photo courtesy: My wedding photographer - SKLensMagic

Disclaimer: This is a girl's perspective.

It is one of those paradoxical things in life. You want it sometimes and you don’t want it at others. People(especially boys and these days girls are joining in) always tend to swing like a pendulum in this aspect and that is “MARRIAGE”. I had earlier talked about how the meaning of marriage has changed over a period of time for me (Check out that post here), but now as I get closer to the actual act myself, my perspective seems to have changed, from an outsider to an insider.

(Fortunately/Unfortunately – Not sure which one should come) time has come for me to experience this exciting and treacherous journey. J :D K :/ L :’(

These are the emotions that I feel.
Strange? The weirdest part is you feel two ways about exactly the same thing.

INDEPENDENCE – finally you are going to be independent, you life is your own. “Yaaayyyy!!” In the very next second you feel, oh shit! That means I have to do everything on my own, from electricity bills to getting the vegetables, from getting a locker in the bank to making budget plans… you got to do it all. “Shitttt!”

NEW HOME – Now you can decorate things exactly the way you like. No ugly curtains. No shady bed sheets. Everything will be oooohh so perfect and propa! On the flip side that also means I got to do all the safai. Band ghar me itni dhul kahan se aati hai? Weekly dusting? How can I relax on weekends? Ek vase ke liye itne sare paise? Budgeting!! Monthly groceries?!?

NEW FAMILY – It’s just gonna be me and him. Life’s gonna be soo cool and perfect. Like a fairy tale. He understands me and my needs, unlike my parents, he’s from this generation right?(The same goes for me too) So…. Things won’t be the same, he will “GET” me. But what happens is… “Ghar itna late aaye?, ek phone nai kar sakthe thi?” “Tum apne socks washing machine me kyun nahi daal sakthe?” “Aaj khana kaun banayega?”

I’m not saying that none of the good’s happen only the bad’s do. All I’m saying is when you go into imagination mode, you feel diametrically opposite about the exact same thing => leading to all the more confusion.
It's like you are letting go of you childhood so to say... you are growing up in the truest sense.You are responsible to each other and for each other. It's a pact where you give away some and get some, the only way to make it a good deal is to cooperate and communicate with each other. So here's to hoping  that we can chat away to glory for the rest of our lives.
In the end all I can say is that no one can ever say whether it’s(marriage) good or it’s bad, at best they can say – “I need it and I want it”. We all do.

Dilwalo ka shehar...

Alone we all stand

Dilli.... Yes, I'm in Delhi, the national capital of our country... Finally I'm out of Hyderabad, something I've been wanting for a really long time now...(Been here for 4 months now but couldn't manage to get time to type down my thoughts...)

What can I say about this place? Well... Delhi is all that you think it is and Dilli is also not all that you think it is...First impressions, I came here with my parents and we were taking a bus, this tall, handsome Punjabi sees my mother and instantly gets up from his seat saying, " Aunteejee Aap baith jao...". My mom said, "That's okay... chalega....".  We all have heard of large hearted Punjabi folk, but not all of us have experienced it. Within seconds he stood up and insisted my mom sit there, the smile on his face, the purity of thought. Fully impressed. That is Dilli for me. Clean, big, straight roads... Metros zooming over your head... Hot sun shining over you...

Teething problems were expected. Different food, different language, a different culture, people scaring me all the time "Don't go alone anywhere - "ye Dilli hai"". But I guess I've finally found my niche here. I think I will forget my south indian roots if I stay long here. I've given up on rice, completely stopped eating it and my hindi has become more fluent now, randomly peppered with Punjabi words. Parathas have become staple food now, I eat them for breakfast, lunch, dinner basically whenever I'm hungry. Thanks to hostel food Maggi is the next best thing. Since noone in the northern part of India even knows what a filter coffee is, chai... is my new beverage. Sari's and suits are out, it's jeans and capri's and skirts... what more...all my time goes in reading/eating/talking hardly anytime to sleep or think.... Don't remember when I saw the TV last... Economic Times is the newspaper I follow(rather try to follow) now...had enough of the changes? Well it's a lot happening and a lot happening on parallel lanes. Let's go into why I'm here :)

MBA! I think the most coveted degree now in India(probably after IAS). Well it's a rat race all the way, for all those who thought CAT is going to be it. Let me burst your bubble, CAT is just the beginning. You end up in a place where almost everyone has the same IQ as you do and then there is fight.... So a 93.6 percentile is fighting with a 94.1 or a 92.4, who do you think should win? It's each one for his own, we all stand alone, yes, we have groups and we have 'group work' but... you are never a group, once in the class we are all individuals and it all boils down to that. Here I have realised what it means to stand in a crowd and still feel alone or to be alone and still feel like in a crowd. It's strange strange feeling...

Can't boast of much photography or of much travelling around... you guys will have to adjust with a random click from my campus!

That's all that you need...

Communication has become really easy in today's world... we always carry our cell phones with us.. Wi-Fi networks keep us connected to our far far away friends and to the world at large, still I feel somewhere somehow we are missing out... Missing out on communicating, not just communicating , but communicating rightly...If communication has become simple then our lives have become very complex....

What's missing is just a couple of minutes...sometimes, that's all the time you need... to say... "Hello What's up?", "Hi...how are you doing?", "Are you free? I just need to talk to someone", "I miss you", "I love you"... just a few minutes is all you need... But I hear constant cribbing that "It's been ages since I talked to my college friend", "I remembered your birthday, but just didn't have enough time to wish you the same day", "I was just about to call you". How many times have we sent the message "Busy. Wil cal back" and never do? How many times have you seen a missed call from a friend and never cared to respond? I find it really hard to explain this attitude of ours...

There is a strange paradox on our generation, on one hand it is criticized for spending too much time on the phone, at the same time we are also mocked for not maintaining relationships...Isn't communication part of maintaining relationships? It is very strange. We talk , but do we really TALK? Okay I know I'm not making any sense...

Bottom line is "Never lose your friends cause of the distances created". Today's generation doesn't have good enough excuses to lose touch..

PS:- Had to come up with a post for a nice click... Excuse the shoddy work!