On completing eight months of courtship, I wrote this to Ashish:
Dear Ashish,
Remember this day? No, the fact that it lies on the same day as Rakshabandhan has nothing to do wid it.
Silly me! How can you ever forget this day? I have been reminding you on 23rd of every month to send me flowers the next day as a celebration for completing (tolerating in your case) another month with each other.
This was the day when we first saw each other and I decided to marry you. Don’t know what took you so long to decide? (Considering I was at my best behavior and was strictly instructed to talk less).
The journey so far has been so beautiful and thrilling. Be it those heavy-on-pocket phone bills or be it those swollen eyes after night long chat session or be it the sullen mood coz of wretched internet connection. (Wondering what the beautiful part is?)
I am so happy that we eventually agreed on to become husband and wife. I know, during our last few conversations we have had doubts over who is husband and who is the wife. But isn’t all that secondary? Isn’t just being together such an exhilarating experience?
I still remember how you were sweating before talking to my dad at first. Despite rehearsing over the conversation a hundred times, you ended up calling my dad “Mr Jamwal”. (If you are not in the army, you won’t know what a disgrace it is for an officer not to be addressed by his rank) My dad, the soft and gentle person that he is, decided to give my hand in yours (the person who refused to acknowledge his contribution to the Indian Army for 36 years) for our better future. (Whose better future?)
We have had a cool eight months together. I have thoroughly enjoyed watching you on skype. Don’t worry even if you don’t get leave to come a week before wedding, but please make it for the wedding. Marrying you on skype would be difficult (who would carry all the gifts from reception hall to home?)
Let us celebrate this day by chatting for an extra hour online and sending out to each other e-cards. (Man! Technology has got played a big role in our relationship).
Love you always,
DJ
Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Celebrating B'days in Style!!!
Yeah! Yeah! I am gonna be a year older in another 14 days 15 hours and 10 mins (not that I am obsessed) :) I have always loved my b’days. Be it for the gifts that I am usually loaded with or be it getting phone calls and birthday wishes that makes me feel important or be it the fact that I am wiser by another year. (Dunno how many of you would agree with that ;))
One of the best b’days I have ever celebrated was when I turned 18 (I am not telling you how long back was that, to avoid weakening of my fan following ;)).
The clock just struck 12 when Abhishek, Dujon, Huzefa, Vincent, Benny and Sanam rang my bell. I won’t say I was surprised coz they planned this while passing notes to each other in French class VIA me. But I sure did act surprised. They got me a huge basket fruit cake. While I cut that, my mom brought me another cake from the kitchen which she had been trying to hide from me all day long. I was overwhelmed with their gesture.
We celebrated for a while before I started getting phone calls and they decided to disperse. As I walked them to the gate, another group of friends (Rohit and gang) came in with a HUGE cake and even gigantic teddy bear. It was so huge that Rohit, being the small and skinny guy he was, couldn’t even wrap his arms around it and couldn’t wait to hand it over to me. There we go, my turn to cut my 3rd b’day cake for the day. Now I understand why the man behind the counter said in disappointment “Oh no, not again!” when Sanam asked him to bake a cake with “Deepali” written on it.
Next morning I woke up with a smile and total satisfaction. Simle, because it was my b’day after 365 days and satisfaction, because my sister wasn’t around, so all the cakes in fridge were only and only meant to be consumed by me. :) I got dressed in my new pair of jeans and t-shirt, prayed to god (mom would never let us leave the house without praying), ate cake for breakfast and left for college, where Abhishek along with Huzefa, Dujon, Vincent, Benny, Sanam, Bunty, Ram, Ashok, Luis, Varun, Kiran, Anthony, John, Kshama, Rishi and a few others whose names I can’t remember (such a shame, because they were amongst my best friends too) were waiting outside on their bikes and cars. They hijacked me and took me to Ocean Park (Water kingdom of Secunderabad). There I cut my 4th B’day cake inside water. I remember, we had to pay extra fine for creating a mess and later were thrown out for not letting other visitors enjoy any rides. I ask, is it wrong to push people down the slides when they are stuck in the middle? (I was just trying to help).
But anyways, we moved out from there to a farm house for lunch, where we hogged like crazy since all of us were tired after all the activity. That’s where I was presented with the 5th cake of the day. This day was just getting better with every passing moment. Beyond 5 O’clock, my dearest mother starts getting concerned. She began to call me every five minutes and I had to push off for home.
When I landed home, my room was all decorated and was full with all the gifts wrapped in nice shimmery papers. It was such a beautiful sight that I never wanted to unwrap the gifts. :) That was the most fun birthday I’ve ever celebrated.
I know I have grown up since then and have no friends around here (in Ahmedabad) to celebrate my b’day with. But I still look forward for the day and for all the phone calls and birthday wishes I receive. If you are a close friend and reading this, here’s a tip: please sms me or call me, but don’t wish me on facebook. I think that’s the most impersonal way to wish.
Signing off :)
Oh BTW, another hour gone by
One of the best b’days I have ever celebrated was when I turned 18 (I am not telling you how long back was that, to avoid weakening of my fan following ;)).
The clock just struck 12 when Abhishek, Dujon, Huzefa, Vincent, Benny and Sanam rang my bell. I won’t say I was surprised coz they planned this while passing notes to each other in French class VIA me. But I sure did act surprised. They got me a huge basket fruit cake. While I cut that, my mom brought me another cake from the kitchen which she had been trying to hide from me all day long. I was overwhelmed with their gesture.
We celebrated for a while before I started getting phone calls and they decided to disperse. As I walked them to the gate, another group of friends (Rohit and gang) came in with a HUGE cake and even gigantic teddy bear. It was so huge that Rohit, being the small and skinny guy he was, couldn’t even wrap his arms around it and couldn’t wait to hand it over to me. There we go, my turn to cut my 3rd b’day cake for the day. Now I understand why the man behind the counter said in disappointment “Oh no, not again!” when Sanam asked him to bake a cake with “Deepali” written on it.
Next morning I woke up with a smile and total satisfaction. Simle, because it was my b’day after 365 days and satisfaction, because my sister wasn’t around, so all the cakes in fridge were only and only meant to be consumed by me. :) I got dressed in my new pair of jeans and t-shirt, prayed to god (mom would never let us leave the house without praying), ate cake for breakfast and left for college, where Abhishek along with Huzefa, Dujon, Vincent, Benny, Sanam, Bunty, Ram, Ashok, Luis, Varun, Kiran, Anthony, John, Kshama, Rishi and a few others whose names I can’t remember (such a shame, because they were amongst my best friends too) were waiting outside on their bikes and cars. They hijacked me and took me to Ocean Park (Water kingdom of Secunderabad). There I cut my 4th B’day cake inside water. I remember, we had to pay extra fine for creating a mess and later were thrown out for not letting other visitors enjoy any rides. I ask, is it wrong to push people down the slides when they are stuck in the middle? (I was just trying to help).
But anyways, we moved out from there to a farm house for lunch, where we hogged like crazy since all of us were tired after all the activity. That’s where I was presented with the 5th cake of the day. This day was just getting better with every passing moment. Beyond 5 O’clock, my dearest mother starts getting concerned. She began to call me every five minutes and I had to push off for home.
When I landed home, my room was all decorated and was full with all the gifts wrapped in nice shimmery papers. It was such a beautiful sight that I never wanted to unwrap the gifts. :) That was the most fun birthday I’ve ever celebrated.
I know I have grown up since then and have no friends around here (in Ahmedabad) to celebrate my b’day with. But I still look forward for the day and for all the phone calls and birthday wishes I receive. If you are a close friend and reading this, here’s a tip: please sms me or call me, but don’t wish me on facebook. I think that’s the most impersonal way to wish.
Signing off :)
Oh BTW, another hour gone by
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I Confess!
I don’t remember when I first saw rain. And since I don’t remember, why don’t we make up a story? So it was year 1987 and I was a 2 year old child fed on a high dose of cerelac. After a heavy meal, I was relaxing my head on our dog (Sandy) when we heard a sudden commotion in the family. Sandy would wait for such opportunities so he could show off his skills, jump off the bed, run as fast as a cheetah to the commotion site and bark at everyone in sight till my dad fed him a dog biscuit.
“Stupid Dog”, I muttered under my breath and looked outside. My mom ran upstairs to pick up the clothes drying outside and my dad ran towards me followed by Sandy. He was coming too fast for me that I just closed my eyes and said my last prayers. Next minute I was sitting on his shoulders and we were running outside. Sandy was enjoying all the action and was smiling ear to ear. :)
Sitting on my father’s shoulders I felt the first drops of rain on my face. It was heavenly. If only my dad wudn’t have tossed me in the air and gotten me all wet and sick, I would have enjoyed the moment better.
I confess that I love rainy days. You are probably saying, finally this psycho loves something else beyond herself.
I love the tea that forms on road (muddy water created on kuccha road). The imaginative me have always tried to find faces and shapes in the tea. Next time you see muddy water on the road, imagine it to be tea. You will sometimes even see the malai floating. After a car passes by, for sometime the muddy water will resemble a chocolate milk shake.
Over the years, my affinity towards rain has been motivated – for different reasons. When I was in class five in St Joseph’s, Pathankot …the school would submerge (not fully but at least a foot deep) after an hour’s rain. This meant leave for two days….now don’t blame me for loving rain.
As I grew my reasons changed. When in tenth, I loved going to school on rainy days….because half the class wouldn’t have turned up and the teachers dare not teach. Since I was a Complan girl, I never fell sick. Some of the teachers would be absent. I still remember a sleeping teacher sitting in front even as we spent the 45 minute periods talking our way to glory.
When in college, it provided us with an excellent excuse to come late or bunk classes. In Secunderabad, traffic depends on seasons. There are two seasons – the seasons to ride (Summer) and the season to drive (Rainy). Purists believe there is one more season – the season to sit at home.
Now, I love rains for the fringe benefits. I don’t have to wash my balcony. Tomorrow I am going to take an off from work because I am going to fall sick… courtesy rain (no one in my office knows that I am a Complan girl)
Sorry…we stop this because it is already sounding like an autobiography.
Signing off :)
“Stupid Dog”, I muttered under my breath and looked outside. My mom ran upstairs to pick up the clothes drying outside and my dad ran towards me followed by Sandy. He was coming too fast for me that I just closed my eyes and said my last prayers. Next minute I was sitting on his shoulders and we were running outside. Sandy was enjoying all the action and was smiling ear to ear. :)
Sitting on my father’s shoulders I felt the first drops of rain on my face. It was heavenly. If only my dad wudn’t have tossed me in the air and gotten me all wet and sick, I would have enjoyed the moment better.
I confess that I love rainy days. You are probably saying, finally this psycho loves something else beyond herself.
I love the tea that forms on road (muddy water created on kuccha road). The imaginative me have always tried to find faces and shapes in the tea. Next time you see muddy water on the road, imagine it to be tea. You will sometimes even see the malai floating. After a car passes by, for sometime the muddy water will resemble a chocolate milk shake.
Over the years, my affinity towards rain has been motivated – for different reasons. When I was in class five in St Joseph’s, Pathankot …the school would submerge (not fully but at least a foot deep) after an hour’s rain. This meant leave for two days….now don’t blame me for loving rain.
As I grew my reasons changed. When in tenth, I loved going to school on rainy days….because half the class wouldn’t have turned up and the teachers dare not teach. Since I was a Complan girl, I never fell sick. Some of the teachers would be absent. I still remember a sleeping teacher sitting in front even as we spent the 45 minute periods talking our way to glory.
When in college, it provided us with an excellent excuse to come late or bunk classes. In Secunderabad, traffic depends on seasons. There are two seasons – the seasons to ride (Summer) and the season to drive (Rainy). Purists believe there is one more season – the season to sit at home.
Now, I love rains for the fringe benefits. I don’t have to wash my balcony. Tomorrow I am going to take an off from work because I am going to fall sick… courtesy rain (no one in my office knows that I am a Complan girl)
Sorry…we stop this because it is already sounding like an autobiography.
Signing off :)
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