Amusing fable!

Okay so here is something that I read very recently. Maybe many would be familiar with it already. Say it whatever, story, fact, joke, the motive is to convey the message (Sunlo sunati hun tumko kahani..! I just couldn’t resist saying this :P). Here it goes..

A husband and a wife were riding a donkey..
People look at them and comment.. What kind of people are they? Poor donkey.. He must be dying under their weight. On hearing this.. The husband gets down.. The wife riding the donkey alone..
People now say.. What kind of wife is she.. Riding the donkey herself, while the husband is walking on foot.. The couple exchange places then… Husband on the donkey, wife on foot..
People are still dissatisfied and ask.. why would a husband ride himself and let the wife suffer.. Listening to all this.. Both of them get down, walking with the donkey.. People look on and say.. Kitne bewakoof log hain.. Gadha saath mein hai, phir bhi paidal chal rahe hain!!

Do I need to spell out the message? I guess I should (lest someone ponders over why they rode a donkey and not a horse). People will always have an opinion. They’ll always be dissatisfied. Half of them have a very nosy nose to interfere in everything while the other half might not even know the circumstances but both cases will opine (ab free advice toh har koi deta hai, even Mr. Ranchoddas Chanchad or should i say Mr. Phunsook Whangdu woh bhi with the demo). Don’t let your decision change, don’t let your resolve falter, not when you are sure of being right and certainly not because of such baseless comments. Woh kya hai naa, when elephant walks dogs bark. (OMG! Were they riding an elephant?! πŸ˜› ). As i have been taught, don’t be a football of other people’s opinion (ye bhi free advice hai, le na hai toh lo warna jane do πŸ˜€ after all maine toh demo bhi dia hai).

PS: I successfully overcame the urge to name this post, ‘ek fable aisa bhi’. Yayyy! This post script doesn’t count as giving in to the urge na? Or does it? πŸ˜›

She is a MOTHER and rightly so!!

Since last few days this topic of marriage has been springing out of nowhere just way too many times around me. Topic of marriage as in whether love marriage is better or arranged marriage. Be it as a debate with friends or mom and grandma discussing it as someone in vicinity is humored of having an affair or too many people getting married or the ill-fated tv show. Ek toh marriage itself is a heavy-duty concept to me, to add to it me discussing on whether it needs to be love or arranged is like asking a person who doesn’t know to swim take a 2 and 1/2 somersault dive (Olympic fever hasn’t really subsidized for me, I guess). Toh woh din I was casually listening to mom and dadi discussing of how the next generation ‘bahus’ will be and how a love or arranged marriage makes a difference in behaviour of that ‘bahu’. I sat there completely in sympathy with that non-existent and imaginary bahu that was being blamed and jibed on relentlessly by my mom and dadi when in no time did that discussion take an absolute U-turn and they both started discussing how inefficient and irresponsible bahu will I make. Believe me the transition in topics was even faster than the turning of a ghosts neck. And I sat there opening and closing my mouth like a goldfish not knowing quite how to react. It’s not like they were wrong but I had to change the direction of the discussion which was so surely going in the way where I’ll be made to learn the household chores. And soon came to my rescue ‘Maine Pyaar Kiya’. It’s no hidden secret that I am filmy so I just said ‘Mom you know how nice this movie Maine pyaar kiya is. I so love Prem and Suman. Such an eternal pair. And all this ‘running-from-house-and-marrying’ is so much fun, naa?’. That was it. I knew they both will now talk me into how beautiful a wedding with everyone’s presence can be and sure as hell that’s exactly what happened. Oh, how I love Mr. Suraj Barjatya. I sat there ekdum smug at efficiently throwing the ball out of the court, listening to them praising big fat Indian weddings. My dadi toh even went ahead to give example of the movie ‘Vivah’ which not only was by the same maker, it proved her point and also had my most favorite Shahid Kapoor (Yes! I mentally pumped my fist in the air for I have successfully turned my dadi filmy). I sat there gushing about Shahid Kapoor and saying that how even this Prem was so drool worthy. I certainly was a little miffed with Mr. Suraj Barjatya now for portraying both love and arranged marriages so beautifully. That is when my ohh-so-smart mom said that whatever movie it be, MPK or Vivah, both the girls Suman and Poonam were ‘Sarv Gunn Sampana’. And that I should certainly not dream about any Prem as I was nowhere even close to being that ideal girl. I was sure my eyebrows touched the ceiling and jaw was touching the ground. My mom had just outsmarted me and that too by giving a movie example. Oh Boy, to say I was shocked is an understatement. I made a quick exit throwing a very lame excuse all the while blaming a certain Mr. Suraj Barjatya for all this and making a mental note of using ‘Jab We Met’ next time. Hmph.

Saiyaara..!

Yes I am talking about this song from Ek Tha Tiger! I hadn’t heard this song until very recently and I loved it instantly. The tune is really addictive. So obviously I heard it quite frequently, only to ponder later on what does this word mean anyway?! So I tried searching it and I loved the song even more when I got to know it means Planet. And that’s when I paid full attention to the lyrics of the song. The lyrics of this song are so serene, just strengthens my belief in love! Urdu language is seriously very beautiful and romantic. The basic theme of song is that ‘If not in this world, we both will become planets some day and meet in that world of stars’. Epic indeed. That’s exactly what ‘love you for eternity’ means, right? I do believe that a person becomes a star after dying. This was how mom explained death to me as a child. And this song gave that beautiful thought an even prettier facet. Not only in this living, materialistic world but love goes beyond all this. Someone you love may die but their love never dies. You carry it with you, in your heart, until death and meet them again. Such a beautiful thought. I know it sounds dreamy but I would still like to believe that such eternal and immortal love persists πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
Aasmaan, tera mera hua,
Khwaab ki tarah dhuaan dhuaan,
Aasmaan, tera mera hua,
Saans ki tarah ruaan ruaan,
Ho jaaye jahaan tu jaaye,
Paaye mujhe hi paaye,
Saaye yeh mere Hai tujh mein samaaye,
Saiyaara main saiyaara,
Saiyaara tu saiyaara,
Sitaaron ke jahaan mein,
Milenge ab yaara..
Saiyaara main saiyaara,
Saiyaara tu saiyaara,
Sitaaron ke jahaan mein,
Milenge ab yaara.. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

Double Standards!

I was in two minds whether or not this is an apt title. Because I don’t know what exactly this means. Or whether what I have experienced is this or not. But whatever it is, it hurts. Specially when it’s thrown on your face with no remorse for it. How can something that’s wrong in one case suddenly become chaleble in another case? How can something because of which you adjusted so many times suddenly didn’t even seem as an issue while doing some other things? Confusing naa. I wish I could simplify. I wish I could just get a clear picture of it myself. There still a part in me which says it’s done unknowingly, the doer is oblivious of the deed. Can something that’s blatantly obvious to me be oblivious to someone? Or maybe it’s not double standards, it’s all as per conveniences. After all we all mould things as per our convenience, naa? But isn’t that’s what’s called having double standards? I guess it is. Ish. I hope I have never done this. If I have, it’s bad. And I am sorry. And it’s not the first time that it’s happening with me either. But I guess I couldn’t stay immune to the hurt this time. But I am so sure I have never had and would never have double standards in something if it’s so obvious and hurtful 😦 😦
Sorry for this dukhi aatma post. It will remind me what I must not do. Kya karen, Dil Hai Toh Dard Bhi Hoga..! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

Happy Independence Day!

It is India’s Independence Day. The day most of us are happy just because we get a holiday. The day some remember as a Dry Day, they need to stock the daaru after all. Only if they realise they wouldn’t be enjoying this alcohol but for our great ancestors. We don’t really value the freedom our elders fought for. It’s natural, why would we value something that was a gift? We didn’t have to risk our lives for it. Anyway, that’s something everyone knows and complains, taunts, comments on without actually doing anything to use this freedom in a right way. Forget using freedom rightly, majority of people don’t stand when the national anthem is being played. They have to be told to do so. If you don’t pride in nations anthem, how can we expect the solutions from such people? Problems are many and just knowing the issues isn’t enough. I’ll blog about all the bad things that are happening around me. I can, I am free to do it. No issues with that. Issue is me doing JUST that. The post won’t solve the problems. But that’s where the actual crux of the issue is. I don’t know what else to do. Being in a free country, I am still bound by the mentality of people. I am burdened with responsibilities towards parents, who feel that doing something that isn’t academic is waste of time and risky and so I shouldn’t be much involved. I don’t blame them, that’s how things work around. So how do I help? Least I can do is point out the issues and people who are to blamed. And boy, we are all masters at it. I cheer Indian players in Olympics, we all do. But when it comes to choosing a career, we prefer monetary options. Who’ll swim daily for four years with no guarantee of winning? And all this just so that people know and praise my country? Blah. I’ll rather cheer. And of course, come up with witty comments if an Indian player fails, all in the name of humor. It’s like getting maximum likes, comments, RTs and followers will get us an Olympic medal. On second thoughts, they should give the medal in this category. We’ll not only have huge participation but strong competitors as well. Coming back to today, I wonder why should I be happy and celebrate this day? I am not free to roam around alone whenever I want to, am I? So let’s just say “HAPPY INDEPENDENCE (from the british) DAY”!
I do love my country, more than you can imagine. There is pride, but there is sadness too.