The nuances of being married...

- You get pampered with manicure once in a while.

- Gifts on b'day and anniversary turn out to be better since they are utility items and not teddy bears and perfumes anymore!

- You get to gossip about MIL.

- Get wished on Women's Day whereas Rose Day and Valentines Day become a thing of the past.

- You start losing the remote war and your siblings say they are happier now!

- You need not convince anyone to travel with you anymore, there's always someone waiting for you at home!

- There's always a reliable person to take you back home when you're totally sloshed!!

- Ample lot of cribbing about work can be done without having to think of someone leaking it behind your back.

- You can shout at someone else for losing your tie/ office stationery/ or comb.

- You've got to keep an eye out on your own parents' emotions...

- Money matters!

- You can't be spotted at a Gynae's clinic for your regular check-up.

- Buying good-housekeeping becomes mandatory even if you've never gone beyond the first ten pages.

- People start assuming there'll always be something edible in the fridge...

- You don’t get busier, there are 100 things running on your mind all the time.

- You can read something like this and see yourself laughing rather than taking a pledge that you'd be different when you get married...

- And finally without having coloured your hair grey you are addressed as Aunty/ Uncle


This might hold true only if you have a dear husband/wife who also happens to be your best friend!! Thanks Ash for giving me the inspiration.

Slumdog...Winner

Alright, there are ten nominations for a film that has visible Indian talent and support but I am not too elated at the news. You may call me a cynic but I regret the fact that a wonderful film like, ‘Slumdog…’ will show India in bad light. I agree the term ‘bad light’ might not earn its full credential at the usage but nevertheless it does describe my state of mind at this uneventful situation.

I do understand that it means quite a lot to the whole crew, the music fraternity for A. R.Rahman’s exceptional music but I still can’t get out of my head the fact that Rahman’s given better music at other occasions too; however it went unnoticed in the past. I believe the key to these nominations this time was the fact that the movie had been promoted by a foreign name ‘Fox’ which has undoubtedly been excellent at its job but it raises that prickly feeling of why wasn’t it all ours?

Our talent has once again been exploited to the optimum and we fail to realize the need of the hour is to market ourselves better than what the situation actually is; just like the entire west has been doing…

I am happy, really really happy for people who’d get these awards but really sad for the rest of India which would smile at these nominations and still feel helpless at being able to do nothing about the poverty ridden, uneducated downtrodden Indian society.

If only I could make a difference... perhaps I even feel a tangible jealousy from those directors, writers and producers who got on with this concept and tried to show something so true to the entire world…… :l

Insanely Malyali

Today is the day to finally say it...Say, that I am an Indian but I cannot associate or comply with views from certain fellowmen (my brothers and sisters, as the popular pledge procliams). For instance I find it very very and I stress very hard to understand, adjust or align with words and thoughts of the Indian Malyalis.

Well, it's not like I have'nt been brushed with the Malyalis (term used for people who are natives of in the South Indian state of Kerala) before, but never like this...Being in Delhi is different, no matter which part of India you're from, you would either know some language to converse in (read English and Hindi majority of the times) or you wouldn't simply be conversing in the other language, that you know. It's not the case in Kerala I've seen...People here either don't want to speak in English and Hindi or they simply don't know a word of the either. The only choice thay make is to conveniently converse in their mother tongue Malayalam.

I mean why? Are we not all Indians? the Hindustanis? Last I remember, Hindi was made the official language for the entire country.Yet, I still find it difficult to survive in a land of reserved and stuck up Malyalis who have their fighting swords up and out before you can even say the words "Ille Malayalam" (meaning no malayalam).

Ok I do understand that for some people picking up a language is difficult or being uneducated holds them back from learning one but does that mean one has to be indifferent, cold and mean to other languages and their native speakers. Especially when the language is the country's official language- hindi??

I'll explain- I've been in this unfortunate land called Kerala for the past 9 months and I still haven't got my head around the reason for Malayalis looking at me as an alien when as I start to speak in English or hindi. They give either plain disgusting stare or create all the more reason for me to get agitated about living in an ignorant world. IT's as if they are mocking you for being so realistic.

From getting up to a maid who I tell every single day to mind her own business n leave me alone to a colleague in office who simply ignores every single sentence I say (even when I'm tryinh to help her with work) under the pretext that she doesn't understand. Now, tell me how ignorant can you get?

It has driven me insane to the extent that I end up writing this whole entry.. Keep glued on more instances and peculiar incidents from my everyday life with the malyalis...Perhaps I'm just exxagerating or am I? ??

Wow! I've resumed!!

I've been reading blogs. How often does one get to do that when at office?? Well, I do, thanks to the flexible assignment schedule, dependency on designers for creative work and my skills to finish work in time...yeah might be an exaggeration but for the first time in my life I can say I am able to do that!!
Now one might be forced to think why I resumed writing...The sole reason being: writing's like my heartbeat, I can't stop it. Even if I want to. It slows down at times, paces fast at others and then there are those rare times when it needs to be searched from a no man's land. The same with my writing. I write when I'm angry definitely, I write when I am happy seldom and I write when I am quiet hardly.
I had stopped blogging in 2007, university had come to an end and I was elated at going back home. Found it a least mentionable thing for my blog. Then I got married, that gave me least amount of time to start blogging again. Finally, I started working and that was another oppurtunity lost for resuming blogging.
Now the university is long put to rest, I'm married, working and still blogging!! Cheers to the invention and the drive to write...I can recall the lines from one of my poems...I want to publlish a book, each page a chapter!!
:)