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Wedding Vows.

As I closed my eyes and settled in the flight seat after three long days and interspersed with possibly eight hours of sleep, I only wanted peace and a blanket. Not even food could keep me away from taking my precious forty winks. But as fate would have it, I spent half of my flight time explaining to my septuagenarian co-passenger why his phone should be switched off during air travel, why the passenger seats were so uncomfortable, and that in-flight turbulence would pass. In return, I now know his investment portfolio and that his son insisted on sending his parents on group tours to temples around the country.

But I am digressing. This post is on a friend’s wedding that I was returning back from. No matter how many weddings I attend, watch re-runs of the famed Indian wedding films, listen to our mothers and aunts recount their wedding experiences, seeing a girl being given away to the groom’s family never fails to run a roller coaster of emotions through me. As each ceremony progressed, the bridesmaids gave way to more women from the groom’s household. Conversations changed content from taking care of the bride to talking about the bride and the groom. Guests walked up to compliment the bride as I stood by making sure she’s well-fed, hydrated and stress-free. Everyone wanted a word or two with her, a note of encouragement, a word of advice, blessings for them both, or just a picture together for keepsakes. Our secrets spilled out, memories increased manifold – now we have too many jokes that only we understand, we came closer as we glided through the spotlight together – heroine and sidekick.

The red vermilion is a Hindu woman’s mark of being wedded, seeped with a prayer of long health for her husband and good health for her own self. That moment after the pheras* when the groom adorns his bride’s hair parting with red vermilion is my personal high moment – the moment of truth when the bride and groom have sealed their fates together, the climax of three days of wedding rituals, the Christian equivalent of ‘You may now kiss the bride’!

She walked in for the pheras* with her brother by her side, and she walked out with the groom holding her hand. He kept her calm, tugged at her hand when she cried, wiped away a tear or two himself as she walked tearfully through her family towards the new family who was waiting for her by the getaway car. No matter how strong you remain, the air is so heavy with the sadness of a girl leaving her parents, the happiness of seeing her off towards a new beginning in her life, the hopes of the marriage turning out to be as long lasting as forever and the blessings that accompany the newly wedded. It doesn’t matter then if you’re from the bride’s side or the groom’s. Emotions override family ties, familiarity is bred in the strangest of ways.

Weddings – the grand Indian ones or even the smallest and simplest ones are steeped in emotions in a way that Bollywood films never seem to encapsulate.

Congratulations to the newly wedded couple! ❤ May life be sunnier, happier and lovelier for the both of you, as your ‘starry summer’s dream’ comes true.

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : Apologies for the delay in posts! Blame it on the sister. She takes up too much of my time when she’s around 😉

*Hindu ritual of  taking seven vows of the marriage in the presence of a sacred fire

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The day I saw you!

 

I trudged along the road,

Seeming as it may,

To my tired eyes,

The same each day.

 

 

The dust swirls,

The Sun rays blind,

The leaves strewn all over,

Blank thoughts crossing my mind.

 

 

You came in like,

A whiff of fresh air,

You seemed to be the answer,

To my daily morning prayer!

 

 

The road seemed new,

Through the shine in my eyes,

A smile is what I had,

For every tuppence and pice!

 

 

The breeze seemed lovely,

The Sun rays warm,

The flowers shining among the strewn leaves,

Thoughts of love became a norm!

 

 

The moment I laid eyes on you,

My world turned upside down,

For the princess that dwells in you,

You deserve every crown!

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : Aayush, this one is for you! May 12th April be etched in our lives as one of your happiest days! Wish you loads of love and happiness in the coming times ❤

Makeover, huh?

I am being driven to an unknown location. And I need your help!

Urgent.

My kidnappers (my lovely friend and a lovelier sibling) are taking me to get a pre-birthday makeover!

Thankfully, they’re kind enough to not tie, gag and blindfold me! They’re ruthless though! They won’t tell me anything. Anything. At. All.

So while I find out more about this trip roadside-Sherlock-Holmes-style, and wonder about Benedict Cumberbatch you could tell me what you want to change in my blog! Is that too much to ask of you? A page here, a panel there, color change, font change, new topic, old post revival, anything, everything!

Or you could just tell me how much you love the blog!

Graciously Yours!

P.S. Is there a way I can read their minds? That would be fun! And evil.

2 days to go.

With 2 days to go in 2014, here’s one of my most important life lessons:

People will come and people will go. Good times won’t last as long as you want them to. Forevers don’t exist in reality. A relationship, any relationship, takes work. Sometimes the other person will feel your love to be constrictive enough to even let go. Trusts will be broken, hearts will be shattered, and tears will flow. And in spite of all of this, life does go on. With the dull pain thudding inside you, life still goes on.

Graciously Yours!

Life Notes #6.

So you must be wondering where to I’ve been all this while! Just been a little here, a little there trying to get over a bout of writer’s block.

When I finally gave up on coming up with an actual topic to write on, here I am writing this post halfway into the night!

It’s a full moon today. The Calcutta sky is unusually clear and the phone networks unusually glitch free (except the occasional bursts of glitches my phone keeps bestowing upon me!). The sky is literally studded with stars which I happen to notice when my friend tells me over the phone that he’s just seen a shooting star and I obviously run over to the window, almost trying to get out of it, to catch a glimpse of the now long gone shooting star.

There’s something about living in a city and getting to see a constellation with your naked eyes! That too without any previous notice, not that it would make a difference to my level of awe! It is magical.

I have no idea what constellation it was or if it even was a constellation. All I could figure out was they were twinkling stars and looked like this to me :

Stars

This was in the eastern part of the sky. Anyone out there knows if what I am jumping about seeing is actually a constellation or just a bunch of stars who’re just winking at each other for having fooled me and my friend? And my mother. And another friend.

Note To Self: It is and has always been these little things in life which bring you the broadest smiles! And the most innocent ones too. Embrace life, love yourself and you’ll figure out what exactly surreal is.

Graciously Yours!

Dear Friend. You honour me.

Recently, a close friend from office requested me to write something specifically for her. I still cannot believe she actually wants to see herself through my words. There is no greater show of faith from a friend. Yours is a request I just cannot deny, dear. It is an honour to be penning you down.

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Compassionate and kind,

A girl with her own mind,

You wouldn’t want to be in her wrong books,

Unless you really are fond of her staring-you-down looks!

 

You can make her work nine to nine,

Just request her politely and she’ll be fine,

But beware of her golden little diary,

She’s got three years of work timings jotted down entirely!

 

She’s headstrong and can be stubborn,

If she’s decided to go ahead you just cannot make her turn,

Unless you’re talking about me or a certain VN,

She does listen to us now and then!

 

Strong willed and a heart of gold,

Often what she says you might find bold,

To hang out with she’s fab,

Oh and rarely does she travel without a cab!

 

I’ve known you only a couple of years or so,

But we’ve hit the mark from the word go,

I found in you a friend for keeps,

Let’s hope to stay close, no matter how hard the tide sweeps!

 

Graciously Yours!

 

P.S. : Thank you for believing in me so much!

 

For you, Jakarta Girl!

Do you have that one person in your life WHO :

Reads your emotions in text without those crazy emoticons?

Puts her status as “Okay” and you immediately get the #TFIOS reference. (Ref. to the context : Maybe okay will be our always. If you still don’t get point I am trying to make, then you need to get in touch with the world around, cave people!)

Knowingly takes the harder path just because it is the correct one?

Uses “LOL” so many times, you actually wonder how retarded she must be looking if she actually laughed out loud so many times in a day?

Stays 1614 kms away, yet there are times when you feel she hasn’t really moved away?

Buys fancy writing material without blinking an eyelid, but will think twice before buying a dress?

Is insanely crazy yet crazily sane and you just cannot help loving her, despite the really strong moral compass?

Loves to blog, blogs about what she loves, but does not have so much time for her blog as much for her love?

Yes, she’s real.

She’s my person. If I plan to murder someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the vengeance out of me across the living room floor. She’s my person.

Dear, unlike every year, we’re in two different countries, but like every year I still have the best gift I can give you – my words.

I hope you love them as much as I do!

Love you always. And miss you lots.

Graciously Yours!

P.S.: Happy Birthday! ❤

MISSING – Fellow Blogger.

Dear Fellow Blogger,

You swooped down on my blog one fine day and showered me with comments. We almost started a mutual admiration society. You excited the writer in me and made me want to please the friendly critic in you. You introduced me to the Army man’s perspective of the written word and rendered me speechless over more than a creation or two! You appreciated all, criticized where absolutely necessary, saw the good, tried to reform the bad. The beacon to many in this dashed world of hopes. The country’s soldier, loving wife’s caring husband and a doting father to two adorable little girls, you aroused sentimentalities in numerous fellow bloggers.

It’s been more than six months since you last wrote. It’s been more than four months that I kept thinking about what made you stop. It’s been over three months since I left you mails, still lying unanswered.

For the sake of you and your family and the numerous people you’ve trapped in your swiftly and delicately woven web of words, I sincerely pray that you’re just stuck in one of those Indian Army assignments, which has probably taken you to a WiFi-barren remote location, where you just haven’t found the access to share your stories with us yet!

I cannot think of anything more depressing than this.

I miss having you around.

Graciously Yours!

 

 

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