Diwali is almost here... and this time I'm going to enjoy it. I've bought lots of diyas, tea-lamps, rangoli colors, pooja items and musical series light. I'm going to have a blast… not the pathaakey wala blast… Since I'm a grown up now; I'm bored of bursting crackers ;) and it has been 6+ years since I've actually bought any!!! Back in India I would have bought some of those rassi bombs; rockets and anaars... But this Diwali, I'm so excited that I've bought myself a Kurta-Pyjama from Fab-India one month prior (its yet to be inaugurated, which means it's still brand new – I haven't worn it yet).
Well… all this got me thinking – Diwali was such a huge thing as a kid. We used to go shopping for clothes nearly a month in advance (because my mom and sister hated the crowd of omino-maniac people)... me and my sis used to make a list of all the crackers we wanted. My mom being a mom was always careful about all the huge 100-wala and 200-wala lars / lads and tried to convince us against buying them, and we made sure that mummy does not accompany us on our shopping spree... because we lived in the constant fear that mom might strike a few of the dangerous crackers off the list and get the kiddie sparklers instead… Owing to the extreme laziness my sister is known for; I used to end up buying the crackers on my own...
Preparing sweets was a totally different story. The one advantage of Diwali over all the other festivals was the concept that sweets could be consumed as soon as they were made. In all the other festivals; one is forced to keep looking at the mouth watering sweets until pooja gets over. I can never forget one Diwali when my sister was not in town (she was off on a school trip)… I managed to finish nearly all the sweets (the list – boondi ladoo; halwa; rava ladoo; mysore pak; bengali mithai and a huge box of kaju katli bought from the shop)… and my mom had to actually hide a few of them so that my sis could at least sample the sweets once she's back… Then there were those mithai gift boxes… HUSH!!! It was fultooo eating time.
Once I grew up, I was just not bothered about them… They just didn't hold the same amount of importance. No sign of that attraction towards sweets… not concerned about getting new clothes… crackers became out of question… and on top of all that, I used to hate the noise and the smoke after the Diwali… perhaps I grew up…
Now I want to bring back the zeal which I had for Diwali years ago and this time I'm going to enjoy it :)
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I don’t understand women. Do you?
All women will hate me as I write this… But what the heck!!! Girls… time to grow up.
Men by nature are a proud bunch… well proud may not be the right term; maybe boastful or bigheaded is a better term. When with buddies, we do not like to talk about our problems… especially the ones relating to the opposite sex… we may talk about our work, boss, cars, inflation, economy, stocks, favorite team losing in sports, politicians, friends, school days etc. When it comes to a wife / girlfriend, a man wants to show that he made the best selection. I am single, so I would pen down my views on this. I have married friends who hate bachelors like me for the freedom we have. They forget that they too faced their own sets of problems and issues while they were enjoying the bachelorhood.
I was at Lamcy food court where a group of women were enjoying their kitty party stuff. Eves dropping is not a good act; but talking and high-pitched talking are two different terms. I heard one lady complaining about her husband… “Yesterday I had to work till 7 and was so tired… when I got home I saw him playing video games with the kids. Their home work was not done, dinner was not ready and the house was a mess”. One of her friends, after extending some sympathy spoke… “Oh Dear… I feel so sorry for you but this is nothing; he did the same things and on top of that he had the guts to invite his friends for dinner.” The third lady came up with an even worse scenario… “My back was hurting so bad… I had a headache and he went to play squash with his friends leaving me with his relatives who are very critical of everything I do, and on returning, he simply sat down complaining that he was tired and drank beer all evening”.
HUSH!!!
A man on the other hand will go home to find that the kids are screaming, dinner is burnt, his wife is shabbily dressed and in a horrible mood, she would give him the fearful look and say “Your son does not know anything about mathematics… apparently he gets his genes from your side of the family… teach him some maths; the laundry is in the washer… put them in the dryer and then fold the clothes and order some take out; in dealing with your daughter… who by the way is getting to act like your mom. I forgot about dinner and it is now burnt; I have a headache and I am going to bed”.
Next time when this guy is out with his buddies he will present a totally different picture… “Guys, last evening when I went home she was all dressed up, she made my favorite dish and she had sent the kids out to play with friends. Man she looked sexy. We had a nice, quiet and romantic dinner”. On hearing this… his buddies will feel jealous and will try to beat it.
HMMM…
Note: This is just some random observation and generalization. The feelings expressed here are not necessarily mine or that of any of my friends’. Anything which resembles in your lifehere, is purely coincidental and is highly regretted ;)
Men by nature are a proud bunch… well proud may not be the right term; maybe boastful or bigheaded is a better term. When with buddies, we do not like to talk about our problems… especially the ones relating to the opposite sex… we may talk about our work, boss, cars, inflation, economy, stocks, favorite team losing in sports, politicians, friends, school days etc. When it comes to a wife / girlfriend, a man wants to show that he made the best selection. I am single, so I would pen down my views on this. I have married friends who hate bachelors like me for the freedom we have. They forget that they too faced their own sets of problems and issues while they were enjoying the bachelorhood.
I was at Lamcy food court where a group of women were enjoying their kitty party stuff. Eves dropping is not a good act; but talking and high-pitched talking are two different terms. I heard one lady complaining about her husband… “Yesterday I had to work till 7 and was so tired… when I got home I saw him playing video games with the kids. Their home work was not done, dinner was not ready and the house was a mess”. One of her friends, after extending some sympathy spoke… “Oh Dear… I feel so sorry for you but this is nothing; he did the same things and on top of that he had the guts to invite his friends for dinner.” The third lady came up with an even worse scenario… “My back was hurting so bad… I had a headache and he went to play squash with his friends leaving me with his relatives who are very critical of everything I do, and on returning, he simply sat down complaining that he was tired and drank beer all evening”.
HUSH!!!
A man on the other hand will go home to find that the kids are screaming, dinner is burnt, his wife is shabbily dressed and in a horrible mood, she would give him the fearful look and say “Your son does not know anything about mathematics… apparently he gets his genes from your side of the family… teach him some maths; the laundry is in the washer… put them in the dryer and then fold the clothes and order some take out; in dealing with your daughter… who by the way is getting to act like your mom. I forgot about dinner and it is now burnt; I have a headache and I am going to bed”.
Next time when this guy is out with his buddies he will present a totally different picture… “Guys, last evening when I went home she was all dressed up, she made my favorite dish and she had sent the kids out to play with friends. Man she looked sexy. We had a nice, quiet and romantic dinner”. On hearing this… his buddies will feel jealous and will try to beat it.
HMMM…
Note: This is just some random observation and generalization. The feelings expressed here are not necessarily mine or that of any of my friends’. Anything which resembles in your lifehere, is purely coincidental and is highly regretted ;)
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