Being What I Always Wanted To Be.....

So there is this big disadvantage of having a super-good husband. The whole world starts treating you more moronically than you actually are. Be it your family. The same set of family who were really not sure of making him their son-in-law, now in every unbeatable argument of mine punches back saying, let us talk to him about it, he will understand. He is more matured. Those set of friends. For any stupid or I-don't-care topics if I am not agreeing with them as much as they want, they want him to be dragged. It does not matter if he has a background also or not. It does not matter that it will take all the more time to get him on the same page. And it does not even matter if he is interested also or not. But since he is supposed to be  The Right Person , he has to come in. Every decision of mine has to be discussed with him according to public vote. Every advice that I seek and ask only a certain set of people comes back saying, don't ask us, you have such a great husban...

To all those aunties on airports and railway stations... I don't know what you see in us that you can stare at us without blinking for hours. It doesn't matter if we are seeing off someone or travelling ourselves. You will judge us by our clothes, our physique, who we are with, how we are behaving and god forbid if we hug or kiss someone while seeing off you will file an FIR against us at the back of your mind. You make us more uncomfortable than those lafangey ladkey  of roadside because atleast we know the reason of their attention. For what hell of a purpose you are staring at our asses, I have no clue. And then when there is a queue, please understand that it will move. What power comes inside you which makes it necessary to punch us by your 15kgs elbows (each) to win a race which is actually not a race. For an airbus which will hardly take 2-3 minutes to drop you at the plane, you fight by literally wrestling us down and get a seat. If you are fit enough to wrestle and ...

Everyone has their tough time. And every time we feel that this one is hardest of all times. Some people go philosophical and some people refuse to admit that they have gone philosophical. But in either case, you get to know your friends. Sometimes, it so happens that you never realised your friendship with certain people till a hard time arrives. Suddenly when you are catching your breath, you find yourself clutched to their shoulder for support. And then there are those friends for whom you were not able to find time and suddenly now you demand all their time and they are there for you. Do you think you will value this support forever as much as you are valuing it now? You better do. Because these are the blessings that you have got. And only blessings work in tough times. It punches me in the stomach to realise that why I didn't do more for all of these friends when I had the chance. Why did I concentrate on only few of them. But I can't bring back time and amend that...

There was this group of people who used to meet once in every week. It was necessary to meet for them because of a forgotten illogical vow that they took when they met each other for the first time. The group started increasing in size and it became a tribe. The head of the tribe (let's call him "Guruji") started leading the people. When they used to meet, they thought they will talk about common topics. For example, who is new in the tribe, who left the tribe, what should we do in our tribe to make our group stand-out from other tribes,etc. But Guruji thought otherwise. People used to come with high hopes to Guruji every week and try not to sleep/wander away in the discussions. Guruji starts every meeting with "how are you doing" and ended at "how you should  be doing". Guruji, as per his title, liked to read and implement philosophies in his life. Problem started when he became philosophical in those meetings and started to share everything he s...

So its Engineer's day today and I see a lot of hashtags here and there. I too participated in a few. Sometimes I wonder if hashtags were famous during my college days. Guys calling each other in cafeteria Oye #Abuse1 Abey #Abuse1 + #Abuse2 Girls during exam times Girl1: Can you you give me your #Subject notes for the evening Girl2: There are no #notes Girl1: (starts crying): How will I pass? #Sob #Sob #Sob Girl2: I have the #photostats of important pages in the book (smiles exchanged) Professors in classroom Prof: Yes Mr. #CoolDude , tell me the answer of this question #Cooldude: Sir I was on #leave yesterday Prof: Get out of my class. You are #suspended. #Cooldude (messaging): #Suspended #OfficialBunk #PartyTonight I know its a strange and weirdly funny blog and I don't know why didn't I write a better and sensible blog for #EngineersDay. But you know...we engineers are never sensible so #WhoCares ! #Cheers 

It's a feeling of not belonging. Like I am an outsider. Sometimes, this feeling creeps in and lingers for so long that it becomes poisonous, it makes me hateful. I have so many reasons why did I leave my hometown and did not choose to stay nearby. But, all those reasons could make me only  conditionally happy. From the food to the surroundings, nothing is same. Nothing is home. I speak and seem like no one is relating to anything. I share my likes/dislikes, my choices and I see faces made. I work, and I find myself dumb among all those insiders. Yes, I am an outsider. And I am in my own country. Choice. I always thought its an easy word. A word with just one meaning. But, I see choices being judged everywhere. Choices being marked right and wrong or in terms of latest generation - Awesome and ewwww.  And look at me being a fool, I always thought that choices are very personal. One-to-one mapping. I like this. You like that. Simple. It is not that it is always disres...

I hear married people cracking spouse jokes all the time. Especially when they are not with their spouse. Even more especially if their marriage has crossed a decade. In Office: Bachelor Employee: Hey let's go to food court today. We will have some butter chicken. Married Employee: Wife has given me dabba (lunchbox)   dude. If it's not empty when I reach home, I will have to listen to taunts till the entire week. (Both laugh hysterically) Bachelor Employee: Hey I have got sweets from my native! Married Employee: Hey are you happy or are you married? (Whole row of cubicle roar with laughter) In a Mall: Bachelor Dude 1: Hey Dude, how come you got time on this weekend to meet me? Married Dude 2: Wife finally gone to her parents house yaar. I told her I will be very busy whole week. Let us bunk office and plan a trip. (Wink Wink from both ends) In a restaurant: Gossip Queen 1: Kitty party next weekend? Gossip Queen 2: Oh my God! You are free this weekend?? How co...