Friday, November 18, 2011

Poll khul gyi - II

So, it's that time again. When I declare the findings of my poll and dissect it with my bare hands to come to a logical conclusion about what you guys really think about the question in question!

Your vote matters !
  I am as aghast about the findings of the recent two polls as I was last time (You can check it out here).
After the surprise last time, I was pretty sure I was not gonna be lucky with some interesting poll results the second time around too. But but....You guys never fail to surprise and entertain! A high five to all of you!

Now, whatever happened to my thinking that Marriage was all about emotions and emotional bonding and blah blah...and Infidelity was an extension of people's lust outside their relationships? The tables have been turned, and yet again.

Of the two, the first poll question was: I think Marriage is (with the following options)
a) An eye opener
b) The license to make love
c) A namesake for societal approval
c) A match in heaven solemnized on Earth
d) A donkey life
e) I don't believe in the concept of marriage
f) No Comments

And believe it or not, the maximum number of people marked option (b). And the next most voted answer was option (c). So that led me to think that maybe people don't really care much about the institution of marriage. But ironically enough, the least number of people voted for option (e).
So that kind of makes me conclude that our generation still believes in the institution of marriage, very much, but doesn't really think that the raging hormones be controlled and saved for the wedding night. In a nutshell, I believe our generation just doesn't agree with the red tapism associated with the institution of marriage in our culture, where the groom and especially the bride, is expected to be chaste and a virgin until the D-day.

The second poll question was: According to you, which form of Infidelity is worse? (with the following options)
a) Physical
b) Emotional
c) A combination of both
d) Does a one-night stand count as Infidelity?

Hold your breath! And the maximum number of people voted for option (b) and the next most voted option was option (c). That kind of insinuates the fairly 'free' nature of our generation, physically. That they might think of forgiving a physically infidel partner than the one who has emotionally lost connect with them. Quite mature I would say! And it does make a lot of sense.
What's the use of having to keep a tab on your partner 24x7, just to make sure that he is not having any 'fun' outside the relationship. The relationship should be strong enough to bring him/her back home, every night, and everyday of your life. And what's the use of making love to a partner, who at the same time might be fantasizing about the 'other one'?
I think you get the drift.

I am pretty amazed at the results. After the first poll, I thought that maybe the people are still pretty conventional in their thoughts. But no longer. One person was even bold enough to vote for option (d) ;-))
Just imagine !

But I think I can join the dots for all the three questions in retrospective. That our generation is fiercely protective and very serious about their relationships. And that they would leave no stone unturned to keep it alive and kicking ;-))
And yet, at the same time, they are willing to go all out and experiment with their own boundaries.
Hope you guys had as much fun participating and reading the poll results as I had in compiling and writing about them. Do let me know your thoughts on the same.
Arigato Gozaimasu for all your precious time guys and Sayonara until the next time!

Monday, November 14, 2011

Bye bye Bai.....

So, the latest news on my front is that my kaam-waali bai a.k.a. domestic help has taken a two month hiatus to visit her folks, back in her village. And no....don't run away people. This is not going to be another of those crib-full posts that I have been posting lately.

I, for one, is happy. I have seized this opportunity with both hands. You want to ask me How? Go ahead. Ask me.

Ok. The chatter box that I am. You don't really have to prod me all that much to spill the beans.
My bai is gone and now the baton a la jhaadoo (broom) is in my hands. The reason was my ever expanding waist line. Yeah...joining a gym was a better option, you would say. But since I give competition to the likes of snails, tortoises and kumbhkarans of the world, I decided this was an extreme step that I had to take.

So, no more bahanaas about gym timings, late work, blah, blah...I have to do the traditional jhaadu katka. Every day. Period.

Now, I am a fanatic when it comes to cleanliness and I really take to cleaning like H to beer ;-))
But only now did I realize how therapeutic I find, cleaning the house.
Moving all that trash outside the house is so symbolic of removing mess out of my life. I suddenly feel so peaceful. Calm.
And then comes the mopping part. As the mopped floor shines and looks polished, my heart misses a beat. It soars in the sky with a leap, and I look forward to life with a clean slate, just like the floor.

Once everything is done, I move around the house, double-checking and sometimes triple-checking, that everything around, is in order - the cushions on the sofa, the pillows on the bed, not a single crease on the bed sheet, not a speck of dust on the table, not a drop of water on the kitchen slab, dried bathroom floors, and my list continues.

And as I make sure that, indeed, everything is good to go and I am happy and satisfied, the door bell rings. I know it’s time for H to be home. :-)

H: (shielding his eyes) Please get me my goggles....I can't see anything....

Me: (visibly tensed) Arre, kya hua? Show me....I think it's the dust in our eyes.....

H: No baby, the floor is shining so much that I can't look at anything without my goggles. (wink, wink)

Me: Lol. LOL. (Beat him for poking fun at me.)

H: Ok ok...chalo...I'll go and take a bath.

Me: (gives an expression as if somebody just punched my gut) WHAT? But I just dried the bathroom floors....................

H: SO???? Nobody's supposed to use it now?

Me: No, I didn't mean that......... (visibly depressed at the thought of water on the floor)

I curse myself for having brought this upon myself.
It was so good having the Bai. I appreciated her efforts of keeping my house clean, but now I can't stand nobody messing up anything and everything I just straightened.

H tries and keeps up with my paranoia of 'cleanliness' and I, with his requirements of using the bathroom and other places ;-))
Thank God for our peace keeping mission. Otherwise, my house would have turned into a battle ground (quite literally), and I, for one, would have NEVER been able to tolerate the mess ensued.

PS: People, please give me better ideas for loosing tummy fat :-P

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

The day I will "go".....

Life is so fickle. As fickle as everything else in this world.
You crack open an egg, a life is destroyed. changes in such simple strokes. There are hundred thousand of such simple strokes which end lives every day, every minute of our lives.

H says I think about Death too much, and too often. But then, what's wrong? Isn't it the only thing that's defined and definite in this indefinable and indefinitely fickle life?
Just like that egg. If it remains where it was laid and hatched like it should have, that's a life. If I have it for breakfast, it’s not. It had to die one day, you would say. Yeah...that's exactly my point. It’s the only thing I know that's for sure is going to happen with me.

I don’t know if I am going to get that elusive promotion. I don’t know if I am going to be able to achieve everything/anything in my wish list. I don’t know anything, except the End.

They say reading a book becomes boring if you know the end. But Life is one such book, where we all know the end, but still the next chapter is a mystery. Because even though we know the end, we don't know which of the strokes is going to end our life.

I don't know how I am going to 'go'. I fear the day, because I don't know what awaits me. I just imagine the quintessential "Hell"-ish things people say I am gonna see ( friends are rude enough to tell me that I am, for sure, going to Hell !!)
I don't know how many of you are going to miss me! But people, do feign a little horror at what I am insinuating and make me feel a tad bit more important that I actually am. ;-))
I am just imagining that if I am able to watch you guys (like they show the dead people in whites in the movies), I would be really sad to watch any of you cry .... but I know, it would definitely give me some grim satisfaction of being loved and appreciated (that is, if I would still have those feelings in me).

But what I would definitely LOVE is all of you remembering me with smiles on your faces (and not tears in your eyes), and to know how I touched a little part of your life and made it special (if I did). And I would love you all remembering me every now and then, and not just get away saying your usual RIPs...I will be a demanding ghost, if I may call myself that !

H will be a little mad after reading this post. Might even consider taking me to a shrink for psychic help! :-P
But what the hell.!!!! Life is too short for having regrets. I don't know what the next moment is gonna cost me. And I wanted to have this little heart-to-heart with all of you before I "go"....

PS: They say Earth is the hell for people on another planet !

Monday, November 7, 2011

For the Love of....LiFe !!!

Nisha sat up in her bed. She could no longer fool herself. She had been awake all night, dreaming…with open eyes. “I think I am in love”, she almost said to herself and giggled at her own foolishness.

It was 5 a.m. on a cool October morning and even though the warm blanket was inviting, she got up and went out for a walk. And while she was braving the morning chilly winds, she was totally lost in her thoughts. She had changed. And how much. She couldn’t believe she was the same person she had been 2 years before.

She had always been an opinionated person, had her own set of morals and standards she stood by. She always prided herself on being an honest and fair person. She had had a theory of her own on almost every subject. And she did what she said. “I hate snakes and hypocrites”, used to be her mantra.
And now, she couldn’t believe herself. She was doing things she had never imagined she would ever do. She felt things she never believed could happen to her. She was saying things she could never ever even dream of.

But life had its own ways. We are foolish to think that life will the turn the way we think it will. And it teaches us precisely that. In its own worldly ways.
When she reached back home, she took a bath and got ready. She checked her appearance in the mirror before leaving the house. “Perfect”, she said smiling ,”just like love”.

She reached her ‘office’, a small rented room taken only a week back. Outside the board read ,”For exciting job offers in Dubai and immediate Passports. Satisfaction guaranteed”. The ‘office’ was located on the outskirts of the city. Gullible people would walk in and hand over their life’s savings to her so that they could go abroad and earn thrice as much for their families. “So what is the harm if I am doing the same for my family”, she justified to herself as she saw people started to come in for the day.

A month later, there is no sign of the ‘office’. The room is empty, save the weather beaten bare walls. People start to gather outside the office before the start for the day. Some have come on the pretext of being promised of a job, others have come to collect their Passports who have already landed a lucrative job in Dubai. As the sun travels across the sky, a little uneasiness sweeps over the crowd. By the evening, the crowd is an angry mob and as impatience gets the better of them, they break open the door of the ‘office’ only to find their worst fears come true.

And a hundred kms away, a train leaves the station and with it the unfulfilled dreams of the scores of people whose money Nisha is eloping with. She has a grim satisfaction on her face. She has fallen into a deep slumber after destroying any signs of an ‘office’ and then travelling 40 kms to catch her train before people were out of their beds. She is dreaming of the time , 2 years ago when her father was alive.

Then ,she had never thought of money more than a means to an end. But after the tragic incident when her father had died in a car accident, the responsibility of her mother and younger sister fell on her. And carefree and playful childhood years ended when she had to do odd jobs to support her family. And her heart cried out for her baby sister, who was eight years younger to her, and she found it difficult to support her studies.
As the train halted at the next station, Nisha was jolted out of her trance and she double checked the locks on her bag which contained her earnings. When she was satisfied, she sat there thinking about her next plan and next destination. She made a mental note to call home and send them a money order as soon as she reached there. She took her diary out and started to scribble,“They say Love makes the world go round. And I think they are damn correct :-)”.

And with these thoughts she turned to her booty in the bag, gave a soft innocent smile and said those magical words “I Love You”.

PS: This is an old post written by me. SOme of you might already have read it on a different forum.