growing old

is never fun. at least thats what  I thought so till date, but then this birthday changed up things showed me some real friends and otherwise. It was a day that started rather usual with no excitement attached to it…

I heard my name yelled in distant, my hands started moving looking for my mobile, wanted to know what time it was… 22.59 pm, a hand shook me up and got me out of my blissful sleep. My sister in law… with all smiles on my bed next to me. I woke up and sat on the bed and rest was all blur and before I knew I was dragged downstairs in the living room, where I saw more faces, all known familiar ones, MIL, FIL Granny (OH!), SM and our cat Peru (she was mewing away to glory, am sure she is pissed about that noise and all that).  and in midst of the humans I see a stool with a light on top of it… Oh no wait there was something under that light…. holy cow a CAKE. I was wide awake by that time and started to sink in the situation ITS MY FIRST BDAY CAKE.

then all familyish love and hugs and happy bday songs and et all. Then the time for gifts… surprisingly everyone other than Peru had something for me. Did someone say Recession?

And then all the enthuse faded when people saw the  clock  00.56, fine we had woken up the entire neighborhood in the last one hr, now its time to go back to sleep. I think everyone went off to sleep almost immediately but me and Peru sat for a while. till she finished her Icing and me my cake and had a heart to heart conversation about how much horrible she smelled and I told her about Phoebe’s song and she kept mewing thru out the conversation. I think she liked it.

I headed back to sleep. After some time of blissful sleep the room filled with sudden different voices. two hands or legs I don’t know… gave me a pat or kick or something like that… and i was bought back to earth to only be greeted by the two very famililar faces (my school friends) LOVELY I turn to the wall and see 7.15 AM, THATS IT??? so these girls of mine, from school, who are with me for the 20yrs were really nice to me and made sure that I dint stay in bed and dragged me again to the living room, and there ANOTHER CAKE. this time Peru ignored the whole drama… she dint bother to even lift her head up. Fine by me!  Cutting, hugging, wishing and in midst I brushing and having coffee all over. and I say bye to these happy bunch and head back right in to bath.

Then things were all again usual UNTIL the door bell rang, TIME 10.47 AM, “madam, enga Aparna yaaru?” (who is Aparna here?) I say me and I see a huge bunch of bright RED roses. this time no surprise I know this is from SM. SO I take it. with all drool and smile and blush… I hop around the house like I had kittens.  Peru seemed to be a little interested but I spoilt it by shoving those roses on her face, she dint like the idea…!

Then back to normal, and I was ready to leave to my parents place… again “the door bell”. I open, a man with a huge bag standing. Very hesitantly he started “Apppparrrnaa??…” I say yes and he shoved that huge cover on my hand and ran away with a smile wishing me, “Birthday madam”.  So I come back struggling with the box and put it on the table and open it with very skillfully after tearing the box apart. to only see ANOTHER CAKE!! And This time It was a high, it had come from my BIL and SIL from US of A and I never expected them to be this thoughtful about my bday.  And also because it a FULL Black Forest… AWESOME! So Add more noise to the house, hop around mad, make weird noises, distract everyone in the room and grab attention and take pictures, it was all MAD very MAD !

Then finally with foot back on the ground went back to my parents place and met mom and dad… all sentimental wishes, hugs and kisses and “namaskarams” and “temples” et all .. and then came back to my parents place.. to see a CARD. I open and read, tears rolling down.. it was the most beautiful card i have ever got in my life, the one  card with no fancy languages, the one card I knew from the heart that it was meant only for ME from my sister. It was beautiful with every word in that summing up of how we feel about each other and what i mean to my family. Overwhelming..!

Right from there had calls and sms to return.. time to say thank you! and then met a friend who I am seeing after a long time and we had a favorite coffee in our favorite place.. he came in to give his wedding invitation. Had good conversation. Left from there and came back to my place and met some more friends it gangotree and made a mess of that place.

by this time it was 20.11, and the hubby darling calls me to find where i am and I had to rush home. The day ended up with a brilliant dinner at a very quite place, our terrace, of course the husband cooked and made some bloody merry too. this was one of a kind candle light dinner, where we laughed our guts out and took turns to light up the candle eve time when the breeze blew up. Never mind the food going cold and bloody merry got bloooody cold.

today was a day that I realized who / what mattered to me. I was always caught up on people I liked and people I had some expectations on. Always on the look out for people who dint know the real me! I shrugged off everything today. I clear my memory of those faces, i cleaned everything that was past and made a mental note on who all loved me, and I shall return it to you all 100 times more. Promise !  There were calls from different countries, London, Australia, America and Kuwait. There were also few calls that were from just few hundred yards away but were very special. There were even few VERY  unexpected calls, people from no where, otherwise for who dint even know where I lived or what I did called, wished and spoke for while. It all Mattered ! It all meant so much. I love everyone who makes me feel special today. I thank God for helping me realize how gifted truly I am. amen !

A Slumdog, who became a Millionaire

So what if it shows India as a Third World? Dirty, Hungry with Beggars all over!. It is not their mistake to have captured the bitter side of us. It is us the ‘elite’ or ‘rich’ who are not willing to accept the fact that there is A BITTER part of our Nation and there is a stark difference in what it actually is and what we are trying to project.

I saw my friends status message say something like “Why is the world enjoying the ruins of India” not verbatim, something to that effect, like the entire world is eager to watch India as a poor, dirty, developing nation.

It breaks my heart to see them show things like that. It does! But Come on! Lets not be such a hypocrite, are you telling me that they are showing something that does not exist? It is there, right in front of us, staring at our face. It is us who are not willing to look at it. We have tuned our faces the other side scared of what we co exist with. We were never comfortable when it comes to handling the Truth.

When movies like ‘Constant Gardner’ and ‘Blood Diamond’ made it big, everyone kept quite, all the uncles and aunts and mama’s and maami’s said “looks that is the real ‘foreign’ we are trying to copy”! when you are OK with that, why not with SDM?? Those movies gave me tremors, I could not eat properly for the next day or two after watching them. That is the kind of impact some reality leaves on us. They leave us speechless or make us want to bawl our eyes out. Or even more, inspire us to do something to Change them.

Having said that, how many of you cried after watching ‘Forest Gump’ and ‘Terminal’? I did. I still do.

Embrace reality, says my husband. The question is; are we strong enough?

of surnames, traditions and finding a leader

I don’t *f**king understand how does taking or leaving a surname mean what kind of a person one is? For all reason she might be a wife with his surname, who had taken him away from his family or she might be the one who is responsible for shattering his already existed happy family.

 

What kind of a person is some one who is still sticking to her father’s name, but still is on toes 24/7 attending to all his family needs, taking care of his old parents, taking care of the children, smiling at everything the a marriage has to offer?

 

Mrs. Manyata Dutt, DO YOU F**KING UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE??

 

Gyan about traditions and family values from someone who has changed her name, identity and religion like her shoes is quite inspiring. As MM has asked, who are they joking?  How traditional is it to get married to a already married man who is all happy to leave his wife and children behind for his selfish pupose? Not as bad as holding on to your father’s name and his respectable identity I guess!For your information, there are a whole lot of people out here, who belong to a different world, unlike yours, who are capable of carrying their fathers name and still go on with every commitment, sacrifice and demands that a marriage life puts forth. It is a very big world baby, come out! Have a look at it at least once. You might learn the real meaning of marriage, life, traditions etcetera sometime.

  

 

 

 And hey, let me tell you one more thing, it does not matter if it is a Man in a Woman’s house or a Woman in a Man’s house; it’s about how they both make it A HOME!

 

Your husband was never a great actor; if not for Munnabhai or Gandhigiri he would have been long forgotten. He is just one of those who got a break because of his father’s fame. I dint care much about the person he is or what he was trying to make with his life until he came out and started preaching on what every wife should be doing? He gets my f**king goats.

 

I am not surprised or agonized about his political career; most of the people in politics are there because they had some fancy family names and very rich God fathers by their sides. He is just another one there. He is definitely not THE ONE!! Am only curious as what he know about running a country when he has no clue of how to run his own home? But hey! Who am I kidding; you need to know zilch to enter into politics here. Less said something about that is better.

 

I am carrying this badge because it is not about you or your husband, we will shrug it off and we will forgive you because you are no sane than the others out there.

 

 

 

It is not about identifying the right Leader; it’s about eliminating the ineligible and Incapable ones. Its not about who should come, it’s about WHO SHOULD NOT! It is not about A PERSON, it’s about THE PERSON.

 

We don’t want to add up the already existing pile of garbage! Is it difficult to understand?

The man gets back his ride.

There is no doubt or debate on what would take the first priority in a Man’s life. His ride; never mind about how many wheels!

 

SM got back his bike last evening. After three long months! The look on his face was priceless, he looked like he was about to getinto a space craft that could take him to Moon or Mars and I was there pretty useless without my phone or a camera. That picture would have spoken some millions words. *shruggs* ! Baaah !

 

He came back home, ran in to change shoes and then back with his love, till I was annoyed to the last nerve and yelled at top of my voice, and woke my neighbours, threatened him to shut off from the bedroom for the night !:D He came back, looking quite disappointed, loudly saying “Sigh I missed her”!!

 

The look on my face was hilarious! He says!

Gajini

Revenge and Violence justified to its fullest! Yes that is Gajini for us! A movie with a strong story for once as its back bone and the other; a hero who has taken the character right into his skin and mind. Brilliant is an understatement.

Its been a very long time since i sat on the edge of the seat . A movie for once with no item songs, a heroine who does not stand in our mind for her clothes, moves or curves, a hero who does not reminds us of Superman, Spider-man or a Batman. A story so painful and strong. The music which leaves you spell bound, The camera feeding your imagination. Pure Brilliance !

If anyone has to be given credit to the movie, it should be the one and only Ace Khan, yes he is old and that body does not fit his face, but who cares? HE IS MIND BLOWING! In every frame he appears he makes it work and it works very well. His elegance, style and the way he carries himself through out the movie as a No 1 business tycoon shows his true class.

The camera is to be called “The Magic” stick for this, it has weaved wonders, “Guzarish” and “Bekha” are not leaving our mind. The stunts and fights are MAD! 

The STORY, Ok for now i will stop by saying that THIS is what one calls a powerful script!

ARR, this man gets better by every day, the BGM is terrific.

Oh yes! one thing went for an absolute waste, our sultry Jiah Khan, no remorse!! why? because it was practically impossible to get my attention past Amir and notice anyone else!! :P On the whole, Paisa Wasool!!