Warring with White Lies

If  someone starts talking about my follies they just have a blast there! And half of my going into hide outs when i meet people is coz of this ‘confidence’ of them finding out my ‘true self’. Eby’s friends welcomed me to Mumbai with ‘great respect’, and hey I’m not exaggerating here. They would clean up the house if they knew I was to go there, they’d attach ‘silencers’ to their otherwise ‘beautiful’ vocabulary, they used to hide when any one revealed the others tryst with the neighborhood girl, and they even used to leave one entire sofa (plss not coz of my width! I promise) for me to sit while they flock together n the floor. Me? yeah i did enjoy playing the great ‘Big Sister’ game. I would smile at their genaral talks which they never actually addressed to me (out of respect ;P), I would laugh at their taunting each other infront of me..but I never ..ever used to open my mouth except for the one word answers.  Alas! Good times never last they say.

Unfortunately husbands are this complexly programmed robots sent to earth who have ears only for cricket commentary, national geographic channel and all the news channel when you are talking about the color of the dress you’d like to buy, the Bag which is now Hype and the places on earth that ought to be seen. I often wonder about his hearing capacity and have screamed my ruminations of having a two-wheeler! But I was awed at his capacity of hearing the slightest and softest of my stupid statements, his commitment in recording them for days after and dedication in playing it back to his friends exactly when im around!! And i tell you my husband is extremely talented in this! As a result the above mentioned guys now dont talk when they see me coz they’ll be busy laughing their hearts out.

Eby was kind of enjoying the game till he realized that everything has 2 sides. If I was dumb enough to make him laugh so was I dumb enough to make him cringe ;P. As Ive already said they are complexly programmed there seems to be ‘different tactics’ to deal with different people which goes completely beyond my comprehension. He would teach me that I need to tell someone that we got late coz our bike broke down which I’d parrot perfectly, but when a second question comes as to do we have a bike.. Id stare blank. When the third question as to ‘was it a puncture’? I would vividly search for him rather than answer.  He’d deny to the best of his buddies having certain stuffs after a complex logical thought (which ofcourse is not worth discussing with me) when i’d jump in and ‘remind’ him with the best of my voice that the thing asked for is in the topmost shelf!

I guess the last straw atleast till now was yesterday night. We were completely unwell and bedridden n xmas when there was an invite from his cousin’s place for dinner.  We just couldnt say no..for (dont ask me the reason!!only he knows! ) Knowing me well enough by now he cautioned to me that I was not to interfere till he told me to. He handled it smooth enough i guess as we were suppose to go there just for a ‘hi’ with the pretension that we had dinner under unavoidable circumstances elsewhere. He took me for dinner at a chinese restaurant and taught me the place name which i should say, the time we went, the reason why we got late and many other. ((Now i guess my hearing capacity was limited to the beauty of switzerland the guys n the next table were talking about)

So we landed up there and all were full of smiles until ofcourse when asked what we had for dinner i told – chinese chop suey and veg manchurian and as to the question whether the friends we met were a couple I said “yes a sweet couple”!! Apparently the ‘unavoidable’ circumstance that Eby had infact told them was that his ‘bachelor’ friend’s parents had come down for xmas and wanted to treat his ‘city’ friends with proper ‘traditional’ kerala food ;P.

The Binding Tie – The changing perspectives

I remember my childhood days (as everyone i promisse it isnt too far
away ;P) I used to wait till my Dad comes back from his job. An anxious
wait it was to tell him that Geeta pulled my hair and Anu won the
award for painting. Priyanka will be leaving the school and what not. I do
not know if he paid attention but I sure knew I tried my best. If i had no
idea of how much my influence was I was given a small intro by the
employees in his company –

“Here is the one who painted our GM’s nails”.                                                                                                                                                                                                     (mind you bright red was the ‘in’ thing or rather the only thing then!)
I remember him saying no, but i wouldnt budge. Finally he gave in and then
atleast to my Dad’s knowledge ‘removers’ didn’t exist. It wasnt as easy as
the pony tails i tried in his hair ;P. But there he gave me the gift of
acceptance that no matter how silly I am, I’m a vital part of his life.
An unquestionable dependence from my part and an undeniable acceptance
from his. Unquestionable coz no matter how angry I am with him, If i want                                                                                                  
a chocolate I have to go ask him! And yeah you guessed it right! I
wouldnt have attitude block my way there! and undeniable coz no matter
how much I stamp my feet and cry aloud for the Barbie doll in the middle of
the shop, he cannot disown me (better he never wanted to beat me!!)

Ive read in books and psychology stuffs that girls desire a husband who is
like their father. Which dint make any sense to me in the beginning. Eby is
as different from Dad as he could get. But i realize both bonds share
some basic values.

As I look at the alarming statistics of Divorce around I realize it is because of
the lack of the similarities in the Bond. As the best of my buddies have trouble                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       with their marriage I realize they werent lucky to have as much of their Dad’s time.  

                                                        
When people out there are pointing at the various shift timings                                                                       of  BPO/IT sector, stress levels at jobs, General view & general acceptance
of divorces. They lose out the main points – Relationship with parents,
dependency and acceptance.

When I have fights wit my hubby as to why hes so late, why I dint call..I
guess I have no worries. But when i take out a new ‘modern age me’, when
i blurt out, “I can do it on my own” is when i realize I get the scare
and scamper around to restore peace.

No I’m not against woman empowerment and other developments. Just
mused on the topic. Just pondered how ‘right dependency’ and ‘true
acceptance’ can reinforce bonds despite the social changes.

Head Vs Heart

Ah souls with hearts

And those with heads

I pray you do not meet

The head swirls to impress

The heart – all emotions suppress

And out rolls ludicrous feats

The heart ponders to succumb

The head by now goes numb!

There doesnt remain..even a word of greet

The head decides it’s over

The heart thinks it over

Decision and Indecision just never meet

The head find it’s vain

The heart feels the pain

Comes hell in heaven’s retreat!

Im sorry for such a dumb post/poem..but the emptiness had to be poured out. Im stupefied by the interpretations of the world. I alarm people by my own. I’m pulled out of my serene silence into a more disturbing ‘lack of words’. Im tagged confused and again left to muse. Guess Im better when im left alone than when im pulled along and stranded in the middle of nowhere. O yes Im talking nonsense I knw probably more to the people concerned than to those who arent. And what is it all about?? Yeah the same friend who pulled me out of my shell and has been lulled to sleep!

Movie Quirks

I dont know why..vimmuuu has been tagging with all ‘quirky’ tags :). Well anyways i was left without words and topic aftr the happenings around and I guess It will do good to come out!

 

1. I can enjoy a movie only when im with my dearmost ones…the best ones who know me inside out and vice versa..new groups, formality,official gettogether..no!

2. The reason for the above quirk is coz..once the movie starts i just immerse in it and apparently the person sitting next to me would be having a 3d effect as he/she has to put up with me beating/clasping/sobs/ tantrums as the movie takes its comical/fighting or sad scenes.

3. Somehow the actors/actresses in the movie makes me decide whether I should go watch it in a theatre or not! No matter how bad it is..if it has Hrithik Roshan in it..vote me in ;P saw Dhoom2..FIVE times ;P and that too 3 in theatre! But that was before marriage (sigh!!) but even now I’ll manage to stamp my feet and reach the theatre atleast once if Hrithik is there. Same goes for Kajol. PS: My last bday gift from my friends was ‘Dhoom2 VCD’ they had couriered it along wit chocolates to Bangalore from Mumbai ;P so u can guess..

4. PopCorn and Cola is a must!! No matter what Ive gorged on before steppin in the theatre and no matter how thin my wallet and how fat my waistline is. ..The word interval (or any synonyms) on the screen will take my heart automatically to the foodbar.

5. Most of the south indian movies have a lot of stunts in it..so generally i dont prefer to go in the theatre and watch them and if at all there is one i close my eyes or divert my attention till the whole commotion gets over!!

6.I too wait till the end of the credit roll jst to see if any of our friends in the post production circle are listed there. And mainly to avoid the crowd that swarm out as though someone from the screen is gonna eat them alive if they dont escape! But i perfectly understand their predicament if it is a movie like drona or honeymoon travels!!

I stop here..coz rarely do i go to movies and whenever I go I guess so much of ‘quirkiness’ is enough to drive people wit me mad! Now who else is weird at movies ? I would like to hear about it from Nautankey, Kanagu, Sahaja, Vishesh, Karthik