Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Marraige Marriage everywhere, not one around for me

Now Now, It certainly doesnt mean that I am desperate for one. So many marriages are happening around me that its stifling me out. "2009" looks to be like the year of marriages. As if 2010 will never come (Ohh shit , shut up Deepak....)..


These days when some long lost soul calls up, you can be rest assured that he or she is definitely has this on their minds. They take your address or they will insist you to come to their marriages (Thats another thing that they will be hardly have the time to go through the guest list, so confused between excitement and fear over the inevitability of "marriage")


I thought recession was supposed to put people off marriage, but I guess the depression has its ways of manifesting itself in wierd ways. I find it difficult these days to justify why I am not getting married or am not getting excited on the prospect of getting married or rather why I prefer to remain silent on the issue when probed.

Being in the family of a public servant has its own advantages. I was able to postpone my marriage plans from January 2009 to June 2009. There was not too much negotiation either. But somewhere I feel that my parents, are dormant volcanos, or rather pots pregnant with water, ready to explode at the slightest poke called "marriage".


This happened very recently, when an emotional melodrama by my mother forced me into a reception party of her student. Accidentally we bumped into my school principal. Now as a school principal there are a multitue of questions that could be asked from an alumni. I could think of at least fifteen different ones. But the first question that was popped to me was "When are you getting married?" It was an opportunity that my parents were waiting for, it looked so planned I couldnt believe. The grievance list came out like lightening -

a) He doesnt want to get married right now
b) Earlier he said January and now he has said June 2009, hence we are waiting
c) He doesnt understand that its difficult to find a good girl
d) He just wants to enjoy life

My principal then supported the view & gave multiple references of pandits & jyotish to evaluate why I was not getting married & if a tabeez could do the trick for my mother. In that open, cold ground I started to sweat with embarassment as I watched with horror my parents deriving sadsitic pleasure in embarassing me before my school principal (Thankfully my receeding hairline was sidelined...phewww what a relief under the cirumstance)

I wanted to shout, but didnt. I didnt even protest later & made a polite request of not inviting me to these public functions. Thereafter as I shared my plan for the week of attending this marriage and that marriage,my mother gave me the ultimatum of starting to look for a girl for me from June 2009. My response was muted.

I dont realise this sudden rush for marriages(and kids) now adays. I still find it convenient to discuss food, drink, women, cricket and life in general. And more so with friends around me.

Marriage, unlike, career is not a natural choice. I believe that one must get married when totally ready take responsibility in life and more so feels the need for companionship. Till that time its cheers to life from me!!!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Dil gira darfatan.............

The moment I heard this song, I imagined myself wearing tight fitted jeans, with a long muffler (Rishi Kapoor types), bell-bottoms standing outside Dilli Haat.......With traffic rushing before my eyes........and there she was standing in front of me...


Slowly I walk on the side of the road, then I turn and start walking backwards......still staring.....she is walking towards AIIMS....she could have taken a bus.....


We are still walking.....


and then a bus stops by, my vision blocked.......the bus moves, taking her away....


I cross and run after the bus, step on the footboard of another bus thats following "The Bus"....


I can still see her....yes.....nicely folding the ticket and fitting it on the strap of her watch......


She gets off at South-extension bus stop.....A deluge of people follow her....and then they separate like a stone sifts through a ravaging river........


I start running, with every step closer the scent gets stronger.......and then I put my hand on her shoulder........She turns around........


"Deepak, You are getting late......"


I wake up , totally asleep


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