Flowers of Different Hues

Today Im “congratulated” for having “successfully completed” two years of “marriage”.

The irony that lies within makes me laugh, but anyways let me dress up and celebrate it as my birthday as again ‘birthday’ probably is a day – your parents got/met you!

 

And I guess I have more reasons to celebrate this day coz somehow I’ve proven myself and the world that the co-existence of species from two entirely different planets is actually possible and errr yeah ..pleasingly possible!

 

2 humans as opposite in their nature as God ever would have created! I mean if there isn’t a better antonym than south pole..for north pole, there couldn’t be a better one for me as Eby ;P.

 

 If I love pastas or subway – he feels they are bland to the extent that he would have considered it’s goat feed if not brought in the special plate. Every time he eats meat and I get a chance to watch it closely I watch him in such a manner that cannibals aren’t far ;P

If I would hop into any vehicle to anywhere just for the kiss of the breeze, he is tougher than an elephant to move from hither to thither. If I’m a spontaneous spender, he’s a stickler for savings. If I were obsessed with books, he wouldn’t even touch one at gunpoint! If he can spend a whole night exploring a mobile, I’m as allergic to it as school children are with math books;  (err cited my example here!)

 

The list is endless and equally endless goes the fights we have! I had no clue you could actually fight for reasons like forgetting your ‘bindi’!! and he had no clues that CID’s are less qualified to me when it comes to interrogating the time he reaches home! (For further reference on this topic, you can contact him & I’m sure he’d have an exhaustive list..to the extent that he’d prompt guys with ‘single’ status to stay where you are until death do part u & your peace ;P)

 

But I have to admit that in 2 years these differences have become an inevitable part of my life. It is with much awe that I see that I’ve been absorbed into a different globe, with the freedom to retain my ‘alien-isms’. It is with great gratitude that I observe the same shoulders that I fight with is there to lean upon to cry over (mostly over the very same fights ;P). It is with a little apology that I ponder over any moments I have spoilt & for the moments that remain to be spoilt..(as unfortunately I’m born this way & fortunately I’ve been accepted as I am. ;P)

 

 

As different hues in a bouquet add beauty & life to it, we existed with our differences complimenting each other. There are seasons there that come and go and for which we need to make allowances for. But Hopes remain that spring consistently knocks our door.

 

Gold Gold everywhere! Not a glitter anywhere!

Disclaimer : This is the plight of the real middle class that is mentioned here. If you think you dont suffer so much then be glad to know that you are above the middle class!

Thanks to the internet my friendship circle has become bigger and the globe smaller. I just happened to observe the rumoured lureness of India “across the sea!”

My friends exclaim – India? Beautiful place! Would love to visit it sometime. Im blank! I search the atlas – is there another country named likewise?

Here the middle class family has more important things to do than to analyse the beauty and spirit of his nation.

One doesnt have the time to open their eyes to nature or places that are blissfully beautiful. You go in search of jobs to places far from home. Toil round the clock, 6 days a week and with the 23 leaves you are allotted a year all you get to do is reach home to ur dear ones.

One doesnt have the money to treat their taste buds. A majority of the middle-class people I have seen consider eating as a routine.  Tasting for 300rs when you can gobble up a full meal in half the price? Never! Its all for the sake of ‘filling’ the stomache without ’emptying’ the pockets.

One doesnt tend to realize the meaning of melodious pampering. Musical concerts going on? So what they kill you with their ticket charge. Most probably he will sing the same songs you have heard in the radio.  You may get 3 cds at one persons ticket charge!

One doesnt understand the sweet touch of paper back books! The sheer enjoyment of holding it and turning pages! 575 rs for a book. Every month you need different books (err they thought i need to hold on to one as my bible?) you dont realize its a dead investment. (True probably the prices for paper dont rise with time like that of Gold!)

Phew! so in life im not bound to enjoy the extreme pleasures which are abundantly available for my senses. (please! dont put in ur twisted thoughts here!)

Sight – enjoy the places in the movies that you see..preferably take the pirated ones that dont have the pic quality – theatres charge a lot. Hearing – download songs, listen to the cds of the same old songs..pleasures of musical concert and all is rubbish all there is a large crowd with larger purses (knowledge courtesy to imagination as not have visited even one!) Nose – My passion for perfumes need to be stopped with the ‘testers’ available as 5000 for a bottle of perfume is ‘hilariously ridiculous’ and total waste of money! Tastebuds – Chocolates from switzerland? Insanity at its peak! I’ll go get your favourite diarymilk.(favouritism assumed = ass u me ‘d!) Touch –  Books for 1000 a month? Can’t you download some of them? (take care of the download limit – reliance is cheap at the first look and way too expensive if we are careless)

So with all members of the family earning, toiling ourselves at work 9 hrs and another 3 hrs in traveling to and fro from office, six days a week, what are we supposed to do? Show enough expenditure so that we wont be taxed and then? hoard it! For what? arre buy gold, its an asset..at the time of the marriage of your daughter (wow someone could predict the gender of an unconceived child?) Or buy a house for your son (now its the incapability of the unborn that’s been predicted!)

That one day of union. For that one day parents spend their lifetime. Emotions have no place, joyousness have no place..but pompousness sure does have place. Entire life your aim is for that one day and in turn you pass on this concept of ‘non-enjoyment’ and ‘hardwork for child’s marriage’ to your children too.

The fun in the drama comes while shifting your gaze from the middle class to a higher class there optionally you find the same rules existing with perhaps one exception “your grand children’s marriage”.

There are a few who do seem to celebrate. How? Diwali – crackers i was spell bound when i heard the boy’s pg next door must have spent approximately (10,000 Rs for crackers! if not more) Dassehra – clothes with prices and stuffs in it that indicate – gold has been sewed to it. some of them flashy enough to look like multi-colored diamonds. treat for the eyes and ears they seem to be! Taste buds – Oh boxes in kilos of the same sweet or taste alike sweets made in pure ghee! Trust me – I hog on sweets and if you ask the difference between one sweet from another i need to give my brains some work-  most of them have the base of milk, sugar and ghee in abundance.

They (my friends) say India – is loud – ofcourse I often have to close my ears be it the crackers, the horns (they blare off as if saying hello to all the fellow vehicles on the roads – constant greetings i should say!) or even if its one man communicating to the other standing a little across the road! Some even think their voice travel the same way over mobiles..the farther the distance the louder you shout!

They (say India) is the land of spices – Yeah we export the best of them and gratigy ourselves with the trash that remains. After all eating is about filling your tummy! (Gee am i glad that atleast we have the trash of the spices we hold back!)

They (say India) is a land of colors – Yeah I saw all sorts of colors in the sky the diwali night! And the mere hearsay information of how much they would have amounted upto brought colors to my cheeks! and yeah one color to the sky after they were done – grey (that’s a color too!)

I realize this country of mine is rich with the natural blessings, abundant with the treats for all senses but binds its people with chains that never let them enjoy the treasures it has in store. Or should I blame the blindness of the current generation. People who have this great door to education, to outer world and yet close themselves behind the age old traditions of hoarding. Ah! speak of adhering to tradition we have them in abundance too but one is chosy enough to pick the worse ones! The good ones have faded off long before.

I dont say you ought not think of your son/daughter. But I wish more than the rush of accumulating wealth for their 20’s..and in the due process live by our lives and neglect their..if only we enjoyed life enough to give them a piece of the world outside,,to treat them with tastes from world over..guide them with the right books from authors across the globe and help them grow a better human being!.

Err..lemme wind up..I guess we have a baptism to attend and we as the close relatives need to gift the child ‘gold bangles’ lemme go withdraw my half month’s salary for  that!