It was a lazy Friday morning and I had lots to do at work. My plan was to reach office early and finish up my pending tasks quickly. However, as plans go - this went awry too. Usually, there was no one at home and so I have to lock up. The front door takes forever to lock. Most times, the key is stuck and refuses to turn and so I am invariably standing out side praying tht the key turns completely or kicking at the door - (like thts gonna help - well, I cannot stand there all day - right??) - when both suddenly show some mercy on me. This is my daily routine and I always get irritated when this happens. I also totally forget 'bout it as soon as I reach the basement to get my bike, which is why it has not been repaired, yet.
The moment I get on the bike, the security guard at our apartment decides to become a traffic policemen. He will rush outside and wave at vehicles that are travelling on the road, and let me know when I can pass. From previous experience, I know he will take forever. I intentionally speed up so I can get past him and onto the road. Luckily, for me there were no other vehicles. After a few moments, I realize that I am crinkling my eyes because of the sunlight and the dust and realize that in my hurry-burry I have managed to leave my helmet on the Diwan at home. Too late to think 'bout tht.
I reach our office premises and I am stopped by the Security Guard who checks my bag for bombs. You probably don't know that I lead a double life. I am a amiable, some actually call me sweet, tech writer during the day and a hindu fanatic bomber at nite - well, neither did I!!! There are no scary beeps. I do not intend to bomb our office today.
And then I am asked to open the dikky ( this is the term used to refer to the boot of the car). I stare dumbstruck as I know I am driving a Honda Activa (a 2 wheeler with no gears) as I am sure he can see. I assume he is talking to smne else, when he repeats his request. He points to the seat of my bike - the seat has a small storage compartment where most folks keep their helmet - tht was the boot aka dikky of my bike. Well.. Well.. Well.. It had my documents, a rag used for cleaning the bike, and Eureka NO BOMB!!! I was allowed to enter the premises.
As I navigate the amazing drive to reach the II floor of the parking area, we are stopped yet again by another security guard. I am furious now as I am now pretty late. I notice that two women are the cause for the delay. I notice that one lady is lifting a gas cylinder out of the boot of a car and transferring it to the other car. I am so furious now - I am all set to ram my bike against her car. Not only has she parked her car on the way it will be a while before she moves and so we have a pile-up at the entrance. Thanks to the fact that I ride a two-wheeler, I was able to get going in the limited space available, like all other two-wheelers. The guy sitting in the four-wheeler must be cursing his luck. He had a lloooong wait ahead!
The utter disregard for other ppl shocked me. Tht felt like a "Wah!! Kya Scene Hai!" moment for me.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Delhi 6 - FirstDay
Another movie review... February has been movie month :) Best part was catching some of the most-hyped movies that were released this month. Apart from Naan Kadavul none of the movies have had an amazing impact on me and that depressed me a bit. The music of Delhi 6 has been xtremely popular and the video clippings were impressive - thats usually a huge point in favor of the movie.
The story is pretty simple, a grandmom (Waheeda Rahman) who comes to know she is dying wants to visit India - her home in Delhi before she dies. Her son does not want to return to India and so the grandson (Abishek Bachhan) volunteers to take his grandma to her old Delhi home. They return to the old haweli in Chandini chowk and are given a warm welcome by the family members and friends. After the grandmother steps foot into her home - she decides not to go back to America and is determined to die in India. The story revolves around Abishek and the various events that take place during his stay in Dilli that makes him decide to either stay in India or go back to the US.
Wah: AR Rahman's music score - all songs are fantastic with the exception of the rock song on the kala bhandhar. Sonam Kapoor's potrayal as Bittu. Waheeda Rahman as the dying but spunky grandmother. Masakali - the pigeon whose wings are clipped. Abishek as the "Burger Chaap" frm Amrika who blunders his way into the maze of emotional vulnerabilities of his relatives, sunny babas, kaala bhandhars, and the eternal Hindu-Muslim "We are Bhai-Bhai; We are sworn enemies" and the like. There was a fair amount of stereotypes, some surprisingly funny moments; an ode to Delhi despite the fact that most scenes were shot in Rajasthan.
The story is pretty simple, a grandmom (Waheeda Rahman) who comes to know she is dying wants to visit India - her home in Delhi before she dies. Her son does not want to return to India and so the grandson (Abishek Bachhan) volunteers to take his grandma to her old Delhi home. They return to the old haweli in Chandini chowk and are given a warm welcome by the family members and friends. After the grandmother steps foot into her home - she decides not to go back to America and is determined to die in India. The story revolves around Abishek and the various events that take place during his stay in Dilli that makes him decide to either stay in India or go back to the US. Wah: AR Rahman's music score - all songs are fantastic with the exception of the rock song on the kala bhandhar. Sonam Kapoor's potrayal as Bittu. Waheeda Rahman as the dying but spunky grandmother. Masakali - the pigeon whose wings are clipped. Abishek as the "Burger Chaap" frm Amrika who blunders his way into the maze of emotional vulnerabilities of his relatives, sunny babas, kaala bhandhars, and the eternal Hindu-Muslim "We are Bhai-Bhai; We are sworn enemies" and the like. There was a fair amount of stereotypes, some surprisingly funny moments; an ode to Delhi despite the fact that most scenes were shot in Rajasthan.
Blah: Editing could have been slicker; Story-line should have been taut - it was instead left loose and so the impact was not on the head with a bang - but jes brushed your shoulder; A totally unnecessary flashback scene for Abishek that helps him take the decision. Climax was a killer and I don't mean it in the good sense. Unfortunate!
Conclusion: A yummy slice of black-forest pastry that has gone bitter and you realize it only when you are having the last bite.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Naya Look
Wanted to change the look of my blog for 2009 but never got around to doing it.... finally TADA!! Guzzed my 'Black is beautiful' look and opted for a 'Pearly white' simple-sa, washing powder Nirma-sa look instead :D
I have totally fallen for it and so am not changing it - so there :D
I have totally fallen for it and so am not changing it - so there :D
Luck By Chance
This movie happened by chance :) It was a boring thursday and the maid gave haath once again! I was in no mood to wash dishes and cook as well. I came up with an idea to catch a movie and have dinner outside and the Arien readily accepted. While we were going over the list of movies - we hit upon Luck By Chance by chance. (Pun unintended) . We decided to walk into the multiplex and get the tickets - we were sure that most ppl won't catch a movie on Thursday evening like us.
We reach early, jes in case, there are more ppl like us, and we are
stuck behind a guy who is doing a bulk booking for his office junta. I am worried that we may not get tickets. The entire episode lasts 5 mts but I am panicky. And then we finally get our tickets. We have 25 mts to spare and for the first time - we don't know what to do with the time. (We usually walk in 5 mts before the movie starts and so this was a first). While we are loafing arnd, I see Crossword and soon I am immersed in a book on diets while the Arien found himself sm book on weight training :)
We walked out of Crossword and into the multiplex with 5 mts to spare and met a relative who was also taking a break :) Finally, the movie started.
The movie seemed more like a collection of snippets rather than a movie. If you lowed Rock On and considered it to be path-breaking, trend-setting type of movie - you may actually lowe this movie. Luck by Chance has its funny moments. It is a light movie that does not hammer a moral or message on your head.
Wah: Konkana Sen's performance; Abhi, Farhan's childhood friend, the cutie; Juhi's new figure; Dimple Kapadia as the star mom; Esha Sherwani's amazing gymnastics with the hoop and her teeny waist; Farhan's throaty voice; A natural Hrithik; Cameos by Aamir, Kareena, Karan Johar, Manish Malhotra, Abishek, Rani, Akshay Khanna, Viveik Oberoi, Ranbir Kapoor;
Blah: The Script: Old wine in a new bottle; Hairdos: Rishi Kapoor's wig and Juhi's wig; Outfits: Hrithik Roshan's pant ya skirt outfit for the circus dance and Esha's skirt for the circus song that looked like a rip-off of the skirt that Deepika wore in Om Shanthi Om; Stuffed Toys: The Capoochi;
Verdict: I would call it diluted water melon juice. Does not leave you with a bad taste in your mouth; You can jes 'bout feel the taste of water melon on your tongue. You feel cheated as it looked pretty good but did not taste all that well - However, there is nothing you can do 'bout it.
We reach early, jes in case, there are more ppl like us, and we are
stuck behind a guy who is doing a bulk booking for his office junta. I am worried that we may not get tickets. The entire episode lasts 5 mts but I am panicky. And then we finally get our tickets. We have 25 mts to spare and for the first time - we don't know what to do with the time. (We usually walk in 5 mts before the movie starts and so this was a first). While we are loafing arnd, I see Crossword and soon I am immersed in a book on diets while the Arien found himself sm book on weight training :)We walked out of Crossword and into the multiplex with 5 mts to spare and met a relative who was also taking a break :) Finally, the movie started.
The movie seemed more like a collection of snippets rather than a movie. If you lowed Rock On and considered it to be path-breaking, trend-setting type of movie - you may actually lowe this movie. Luck by Chance has its funny moments. It is a light movie that does not hammer a moral or message on your head.
Wah: Konkana Sen's performance; Abhi, Farhan's childhood friend, the cutie; Juhi's new figure; Dimple Kapadia as the star mom; Esha Sherwani's amazing gymnastics with the hoop and her teeny waist; Farhan's throaty voice; A natural Hrithik; Cameos by Aamir, Kareena, Karan Johar, Manish Malhotra, Abishek, Rani, Akshay Khanna, Viveik Oberoi, Ranbir Kapoor;
Blah: The Script: Old wine in a new bottle; Hairdos: Rishi Kapoor's wig and Juhi's wig; Outfits: Hrithik Roshan's pant ya skirt outfit for the circus dance and Esha's skirt for the circus song that looked like a rip-off of the skirt that Deepika wore in Om Shanthi Om; Stuffed Toys: The Capoochi;
Verdict: I would call it diluted water melon juice. Does not leave you with a bad taste in your mouth; You can jes 'bout feel the taste of water melon on your tongue. You feel cheated as it looked pretty good but did not taste all that well - However, there is nothing you can do 'bout it.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A Prisoner of Birth
Finally, my first book review. I was reading this book after I finished the unfinishable book six of Wheel of Time : Lord of Chaos and having jes watched the Shawshank Redemption. While the former was exhausting - the later was an impressive, feel-good movie. I felt the time had come for me to finally read the book tht most folks reviewed positively.
The book is divided into five parts: The Trial, Prison, Freedom, Revenge, Redemption, and Judgement. Each part is interesting and has you glued to the book as the author takes you through the life of a Danny Cartwright who is arrested, charged and sentenced to 22 years for the murder of his best friend, Bernie Wilson. The only person who knows for a fact that he is innocent is his fiance, Beth, who is Bernie's sister. Nobody believes her or Danny because the 4 ppl who give evidence to the contrary are : A barrister, a popular actor, an aristocrat, and the youngest partner in an established real estate firm.
The book is divided into five parts: The Trial, Prison, Freedom, Revenge, Redemption, and Judgement. Each part is interesting and has you glued to the book as the author takes you through the life of a Danny Cartwright who is arrested, charged and sentenced to 22 years for the murder of his best friend, Bernie Wilson. The only person who knows for a fact that he is innocent is his fiance, Beth, who is Bernie's sister. Nobody believes her or Danny because the 4 ppl who give evidence to the contrary are : A barrister, a popular actor, an aristocrat, and the youngest partner in an established real estate firm.The author bases the entire story on the fact that the jury accepts what the 4 well-born, respected people have to say rather than the story of a young man and his girl friend who are of poor economic background.
Wah: A gripping narrative that has you rooting for Danny. The transformation of Danny Cartwright from east end kid to the west end bloke is a neat one. In such a straightforward story, JA manages to add a few twists which keeps you guessing till the end.
Blah: Danny's uncanny resemblance to Nick Moncrief. The story of A Prisoner of Birth bears a strong resemblance to some portions of the plot of the movie Shawshank Redemption.
Its possible, I felt that way because I had jes watched the movie. I leave you to decide for yourselves. Your suggestions are as always welcome :)
Sunday, February 8, 2009
நான் கடவுள் - Naan Kadavul - अहम् ब्रह्मास्मि
After a really looong time - I saw a Tamizh movie that had me totally and completely glued to my seat. I have not watched any of Bala's earlier films and this being my first -I was well and truly impressed.
The story is a simple one: a father, based on predictions from astrologers, leaves his son in Kasi and returns home. After 14 years, he returns to Kasi to bring his son home. Only his son is now an Aghori. Aghori ascetics are devotees of Lord Shiva, considered non-hindus because of their alcoholic and cannibalistic rituals. The ascetics are usually found near cremation grounds also known as Shamshaan Ghaats for obvious reasons and are clothed in shrouds and ash. On hearing of this information 'bout his son, guilt weighs heavily on the father and he decides to take the son home. What happens when the aghori is taken to his hometown forms the rest of the story.
If you have seen Traffic Signal and appreciated Madhur Bandarkar - let me say that Madhur barely skimmed the surface while Bala jumped right in.
Wah Wah: At no point does the director shy away from reality. Arya is simply superb as the aghori ascetic. Pooja looks and plays the part of a blind beggar prety well. The song Om Shivoham is one of the best songs in the movie.
Blah: Frankly, I felt there was no blah point in the movie. However, it is not a movie meant for everyone.
Warning: Its not a movie for the faint-hearted. If you want a light-hearted comedy - a movie to watch with friends on a treat - or a break frm reality - don't catch this movie. If you have watched movies like Sethu, Nanda, Pithamagan, and liked it - go ahead and watch the movie and let me know what you think!
The story is a simple one: a father, based on predictions from astrologers, leaves his son in Kasi and returns home. After 14 years, he returns to Kasi to bring his son home. Only his son is now an Aghori. Aghori ascetics are devotees of Lord Shiva, considered non-hindus because of their alcoholic and cannibalistic rituals. The ascetics are usually found near cremation grounds also known as Shamshaan Ghaats for obvious reasons and are clothed in shrouds and ash. On hearing of this information 'bout his son, guilt weighs heavily on the father and he decides to take the son home. What happens when the aghori is taken to his hometown forms the rest of the story.If you have seen Traffic Signal and appreciated Madhur Bandarkar - let me say that Madhur barely skimmed the surface while Bala jumped right in.
Wah Wah: At no point does the director shy away from reality. Arya is simply superb as the aghori ascetic. Pooja looks and plays the part of a blind beggar prety well. The song Om Shivoham is one of the best songs in the movie.
Blah: Frankly, I felt there was no blah point in the movie. However, it is not a movie meant for everyone.
Warning: Its not a movie for the faint-hearted. If you want a light-hearted comedy - a movie to watch with friends on a treat - or a break frm reality - don't catch this movie. If you have watched movies like Sethu, Nanda, Pithamagan, and liked it - go ahead and watch the movie and let me know what you think!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Hoovaa Beka?
It was pretty late in the evening on Tuesday when the doorbell rang. The three of us stared at each other - it was too late for a family-get-2gether and usually relatives call to let us know that they are coming by. I was closest to the door and so I moved forward to open it.
Two lil scrawny kids (a boy and a gal) are standing outside the door with one of their best smiles and shout out in unison "Hooova Beka, aunty?" meaning "Do you want Flowers, aunty?" - I was not sure which irritated me more: the fact that the kids called me aunty or that the security guard was obviously not at his place. I am tempted to shout "Illa" (NO) and slam the door shut but I don't want to send the kids back empty-handed. I decide to buy sm flowers - the arien walks up and tells the kids to get going. I glare at him and pay the kids 10 bucks for the jasmine garland and walk in amidst their "Thank you, Aunty"(s) feeling like a million bucks :)
As I walk in with the flowers, the arien tells me tht the flowers look like they are at least a day old and I finally notice that they don't look fresh :( I feel like a goof :( MIL tells me "It is ok - you helped the kids na? Lets decorate the swamy almirah while the flowers still look ok." We do that and I am kinda appeased. While I fall asleep, two thoughts are running in my head "Aunty??" and "Goof."
This results in me waking up crabby and when the bell rings and I find another set of scrawny kids and I notice tht their flowers are really bad looking - I slam the door shut after yelling "Illa". Is tht the end of this story? No.
As I return from work on Wednesday, I find that 4 groups of scrawny kids are eagerly awaiting my return... as soon as I reach the building all screaming "Aunty Aunty - Hoovaa Beka?" The sharp shake of the head is wilfully misunderstood as they scream and follow me into the building... I look around for the Security Guard - he is nowhere to be seen. I am totally furious, now. I am hounded by these brats and I am ready to yell. After saying "Illa" a zillion times - I try to make my way to my apartment and I find them blocking my way - the flower sellers have now transformed into beggars - "Namage Yeradu rupai kodi aunty" ("Give me two rupees aunty") "Please Aunty" and while I am trying to get away the Security Guard appears and mock-hits them with his towel - they all run away - I feel relieved and embarrassed.
As I walk up in a gruff mood, I am pretty surprised that these kids actually had a USP: they tried selling their flowers in twos - a boy and a gal, make good use of the time when the Security Guard is away, share their beaming smiles, call you aunty/uncle, and get you to buy flowers. If all that does not work - well, their back-up plan is to ask you for money. They were probably 5-7 years old... they sure had initiative :D Of course, I am still cheesed off 'bout the "Aunty" bit - well, more 'bout tht later :)
Two lil scrawny kids (a boy and a gal) are standing outside the door with one of their best smiles and shout out in unison "Hooova Beka, aunty?" meaning "Do you want Flowers, aunty?" - I was not sure which irritated me more: the fact that the kids called me aunty or that the security guard was obviously not at his place. I am tempted to shout "Illa" (NO) and slam the door shut but I don't want to send the kids back empty-handed. I decide to buy sm flowers - the arien walks up and tells the kids to get going. I glare at him and pay the kids 10 bucks for the jasmine garland and walk in amidst their "Thank you, Aunty"(s) feeling like a million bucks :)
As I walk in with the flowers, the arien tells me tht the flowers look like they are at least a day old and I finally notice that they don't look fresh :( I feel like a goof :( MIL tells me "It is ok - you helped the kids na? Lets decorate the swamy almirah while the flowers still look ok." We do that and I am kinda appeased. While I fall asleep, two thoughts are running in my head "Aunty??" and "Goof."
This results in me waking up crabby and when the bell rings and I find another set of scrawny kids and I notice tht their flowers are really bad looking - I slam the door shut after yelling "Illa". Is tht the end of this story? No.
As I return from work on Wednesday, I find that 4 groups of scrawny kids are eagerly awaiting my return... as soon as I reach the building all screaming "Aunty Aunty - Hoovaa Beka?" The sharp shake of the head is wilfully misunderstood as they scream and follow me into the building... I look around for the Security Guard - he is nowhere to be seen. I am totally furious, now. I am hounded by these brats and I am ready to yell. After saying "Illa" a zillion times - I try to make my way to my apartment and I find them blocking my way - the flower sellers have now transformed into beggars - "Namage Yeradu rupai kodi aunty" ("Give me two rupees aunty") "Please Aunty" and while I am trying to get away the Security Guard appears and mock-hits them with his towel - they all run away - I feel relieved and embarrassed.
As I walk up in a gruff mood, I am pretty surprised that these kids actually had a USP: they tried selling their flowers in twos - a boy and a gal, make good use of the time when the Security Guard is away, share their beaming smiles, call you aunty/uncle, and get you to buy flowers. If all that does not work - well, their back-up plan is to ask you for money. They were probably 5-7 years old... they sure had initiative :D Of course, I am still cheesed off 'bout the "Aunty" bit - well, more 'bout tht later :)
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
The multitasker
The last few days have been hectic as I have been juggling various aspects of my life such as cooking, personal time, and work, pretty well :D I am usually pretty bad at juggling as I am a can-do-one-task-at-a-time person. Most ppl assume that I am a cdotaat 'cos I am aiming for perfection - let me disabuse you of tht idea :D All I want is to complete the damn task so I can take a beeg break :D
So it came as a wonderful surprise that I was pretty good at juggling all the items and could also be pleasant at the same time :) OKkkk.. today's breakfast of Semiya did not look like the Semiya shown in ads -looked more like paste :( Well, thts the arien's fault for having purchased sevai instead of semiya. Anyways, I went ahead and made Dosa instead and then proceeded to work like nothing hpnd :) Usually, something like this would have left me short-tempered and bugged till I reached work where something else would absorb all my interest. Hmmmm :|
I strongly feel that we all have the ability to do almost anything that we set our minds to and if luck by chance is also on our side - well then, there is nothing that stops you from doing exactly what you want. Its been a while since I felt this way and it is a wonderfully happy feeling. Now, if only I could feel the same way 'bout my fitnes... oh well, too much of a good thing is not healthy :P
So it came as a wonderful surprise that I was pretty good at juggling all the items and could also be pleasant at the same time :) OKkkk.. today's breakfast of Semiya did not look like the Semiya shown in ads -looked more like paste :( Well, thts the arien's fault for having purchased sevai instead of semiya. Anyways, I went ahead and made Dosa instead and then proceeded to work like nothing hpnd :) Usually, something like this would have left me short-tempered and bugged till I reached work where something else would absorb all my interest. Hmmmm :|
I strongly feel that we all have the ability to do almost anything that we set our minds to and if luck by chance is also on our side - well then, there is nothing that stops you from doing exactly what you want. Its been a while since I felt this way and it is a wonderfully happy feeling. Now, if only I could feel the same way 'bout my fitnes... oh well, too much of a good thing is not healthy :P
Monday, February 2, 2009
Of Human Bondage and the In-laws
The term "Bondage" to most folks, is akin to slavery. To some, it is a rule that imposes restraints, physical or mental. When the in-laws come visiting - marriage does seem a bit of both and that makes the daughter-in-law (D-I-L) an outlaw :D
While you are busy imagining the dil in a cowboy outfit: the stud hat with its brim pulled low, a lit cigarette on her lips, standing with her feet apart wearing those leather boots with the stars, showing utter disdain for all folks especially the in-laws; CUT! - ok folks, not tht kinda outlaw. And why would an outlaw b wearing a cowboy outfit, anyway?? Does it matter wht kind of outlaw the dil is??
What is it with marriage that makes two self-respecting women who have managed life, career, children transform into co-wrestlers in a mud wrestling match, when they stay under one roof? The refree is the hapless young man whom they both lowe but who will of course be covered in mud, sometimes punched by both of them, before round 2 begins!!
In a general conversation between colleagues, a cube-mate stated "The saas and the bahu can never be friends. And it is a miracle if they can live together without getting on the hapless young man's nerves." We all laughed out loud.
I have heard ppl advice newly married dils to keep their mouth shut, do what they were told to do, smile appropriately, laugh softly, help out when required, and all-in-all behave exactly like a dutiful dil. This may earn them some brownie points and help them have a happy life ahead. This is so easy when you are talking without personality types in mind. Can you imagine restricting a Leo gal or an Arien woman :) Surprisingly, the moment the arien gal dons the role of a dil or a mil - she changes :P Both of them are unable to shake free from the role and be themselves - which is a tragedy :(
On Sunday, as Roger battled with Rafa - I wrestled with the whole in-law/out-law stuff. I had my entire paltan over for lunch and dinner. My co-sis entered the kitchen and started on the kababs, my sil started serving the paltan - the hapless young man charmed everyone with his rendition of chocolate fudge and I made the tea :D Yes Yes.. we were the hosts and they were the guests :D When the last guest left - it was 12 in the morning.
The house was a mess, the kitchen looked like it needed a make-over, I was tired and cranky and mil was shedding tears of joy!!! At that point, I was not sure who was the bound one anymore - I had felt bound by the old family tradition that I was forced to follow and she was bound by her emotional ties with her family. The hapless young man sauntered in, after seeing off the last guest. His mothers tears did not move him and my cranky expression did not faze him, because he was expecting both. He decided to occupy himself with shutting down the computer while we attempted to comfort each other.
Tomorrow is a new day, we would have had time to recoup, sharpen our claws, and be ready for round 1 of mud wrestling :D
While you are busy imagining the dil in a cowboy outfit: the stud hat with its brim pulled low, a lit cigarette on her lips, standing with her feet apart wearing those leather boots with the stars, showing utter disdain for all folks especially the in-laws; CUT! - ok folks, not tht kinda outlaw. And why would an outlaw b wearing a cowboy outfit, anyway?? Does it matter wht kind of outlaw the dil is??
What is it with marriage that makes two self-respecting women who have managed life, career, children transform into co-wrestlers in a mud wrestling match, when they stay under one roof? The refree is the hapless young man whom they both lowe but who will of course be covered in mud, sometimes punched by both of them, before round 2 begins!!
In a general conversation between colleagues, a cube-mate stated "The saas and the bahu can never be friends. And it is a miracle if they can live together without getting on the hapless young man's nerves." We all laughed out loud.
I have heard ppl advice newly married dils to keep their mouth shut, do what they were told to do, smile appropriately, laugh softly, help out when required, and all-in-all behave exactly like a dutiful dil. This may earn them some brownie points and help them have a happy life ahead. This is so easy when you are talking without personality types in mind. Can you imagine restricting a Leo gal or an Arien woman :) Surprisingly, the moment the arien gal dons the role of a dil or a mil - she changes :P Both of them are unable to shake free from the role and be themselves - which is a tragedy :(
On Sunday, as Roger battled with Rafa - I wrestled with the whole in-law/out-law stuff. I had my entire paltan over for lunch and dinner. My co-sis entered the kitchen and started on the kababs, my sil started serving the paltan - the hapless young man charmed everyone with his rendition of chocolate fudge and I made the tea :D Yes Yes.. we were the hosts and they were the guests :D When the last guest left - it was 12 in the morning.
The house was a mess, the kitchen looked like it needed a make-over, I was tired and cranky and mil was shedding tears of joy!!! At that point, I was not sure who was the bound one anymore - I had felt bound by the old family tradition that I was forced to follow and she was bound by her emotional ties with her family. The hapless young man sauntered in, after seeing off the last guest. His mothers tears did not move him and my cranky expression did not faze him, because he was expecting both. He decided to occupy himself with shutting down the computer while we attempted to comfort each other.
Tomorrow is a new day, we would have had time to recoup, sharpen our claws, and be ready for round 1 of mud wrestling :D
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)