Modern Aunts!

Ever wondered, why people are the way they are?

Why do they behave in the manner they do?

Being selfish is important in this world, I think that is very much common to here now, but how far can one go, and even when at someone else’s cost.

Telling someone off, but isn’t it necessary to peep inside your own soul first rather than criticising someone else.

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All these questions bother my mind now because of a friend. She called me up to relieve herself from all that she had gone through in the last hour when she was with her friends and families.

“Why are you so upset?”

The answer is always an aunt in our case, an Indian aunt who is always bothered and interested in someone else’s business.

So here my friend was coolly being the host at her place, celebrating her parents’ marriage anniversary, when this modern, beautiful, charismatic, wealthy aunt comes and flaunts literally everything, from her shoes to the gifts that she brought.

Okay, I know we all must have had such aunts! I do too.

Then came the general small talks, what came next was what my friend was not prepared for.

“So when do you think your daughter should marry? I have a guy in my mind.” There is always a guy in these aunts’ mind.

“I am still studying. I am doing my post-graduation now. I want to work after this.”

“Oh no, I think post-graduation is enough. After that you have to marry.”

All this while her parents just glorying beside her.

The aunt was still not satisfied, “Even this is too much. I think parents should start finding prospective husbands for their daughters when they are about to complete their graduation. That is the exact time, I guess.”

“Yeah you guess!!! Then I hope the next year you are planning to find a perfect husband for your daughter too. Isn’t she completing her graduation then?” screaming in rage my friend forgot that she was the host.

And of course she got a big eye gaze from her parents, and the disgusted look from that aunt, but nothing else mattered. Her mood was spoilt, and so was that aunt’s. Well, post the celebration, she also got a good one from her dad, but what was she to do? Listen to other’s beliefs and commands?

Is it not on her and her parents as to how much to study, where to work, when to marry? As it is it is difficult to convince parents for education and working before marriage; don’t even let me start on post marriage scenarios. And here, these aunts!!

Like literally, how many of them are there?

And you know what that aunt replied to her parents? “No, my daughter is going to study after her graduation; I am in no hurry to marry her off. It’s her life; she’ll see what to do. She is different.”

As if my friend’s life is not hers.

What gave her the right to do so?

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All I can say is my friend could have kept the temper and replaced it with sarcasm; apart from that I am with her. And I don’t care about speaking up to elders or disrespecting a guest if such was the case.

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And for the record, her parents are considering their decision to ‘allow’ her to pursue her higher studies.

So cheers to these ‘modern aunts’.

The need for a bedside table!

I lie on the bed with the lights dimmed already, with the temperature of the room set accordingly, and with the novel in my hand, ready to be lost into. In order to avoid any kind of disturbance I put my phone away, on the study table at the far corner (I don’t need it anyway plus it helps me wake up in the morning if it is far away). All set for the perfect ‘alone time’ I start reading the book.

A page or two goes by and then I have something in my mind; a topic on which I feel should write and share it with my fellow bloggers. So I lazily stand up, scribble on a post it and stick it on the wall to remember the next day. So there I slump again on the bed, cuddle against a cold sheets, soothing and yet again I loose myself amidst the fictional world.

This time not even a paragraph goes by when I remember something from the day and again, unwilling I get up, post-it on the wall and return, this time making it sure I would not get up before I complete ten pages.

And so I wait for the ten pages to be done, and hastily get up before I forget to jot it down, and there goes another post it on the wall. This is how my wall is always clustered with post-it for to do lists, for something to share with my blogger friends, and even something that I have to let other people know.

This goes on for a while, until I am tired enough to get up again, after which I unwillingly take my phone with me, so that I at least do not have to get up. After another couple of reminders set on my phone, finally I decide to doze off. It is after all 1:00 AM.

Of course my mind is unwilling to shut down and so I aid to my ear phones, leaving behind my comfy bed, one last time. Somehow amidst the dreams of the story going on in the novel, with the lyrics of the songs and with many other unfiltered thoughts in my mind I doze off, finally.

And that is how my mother finds me often, early in the morning, with music flowing through the earphones and yet scattered somewhere under the pillow, with my phone snoozed off and hidden somewhere between the sheets, and the novel that I would be reading tucked beside me. And every single morning she would wake me with same monotonous say, “Why do you have to sleep with all of these things? Why can’t you just keep them all away on the table?”

And every single time I would say, “I just need a bedside table, mom. It would solve all my lazy problems. You don’t know the struggle of waking up once you are tucked into bed, restfully.”

“Yeah, right! But why do you have to get up in the middle of the night anyway?

Atithi tum kab jaoge?

If you are tired of your work, if you really need a break, what do you do? Most certainly, I would go off on a vacation and not barge into someone’s place uninvited, unwelcome. I also thought that most people would do the same until recently when I came across a person who was willing to break into anyone’s apartment rather than hers.

We had the terrible month of the year, with a wedding just done with in the family, with renovation in the house going on, with my brother’s college going, with my exams; in short every one of us in the family was deep submerged into work.  And on top of it all we had a distant relative coming over. This relative of us has never been that close, we have never visited each other; in fact we don’t even see each other unless there is an occasion. So she called us one fine day to ask if it was okay for her to come over and stay with us for a while? What were we to say? No? of course not! That would have been just rude and mean, but a yes was an added trouble at that time.

So with a diplomatic answer my parents hung up the phone, hoping she got the hint. With no door bells for the couple of days we thought she did get the hint, but then the third day brought her in with her two daughters just when we were having our lunch.

What is it a hotel? No!! We live in our house and we don’t expect uninvited people all the time. So how are we to feed them? Of course the men don’t realise this.

“Come, come, eat with us.” Said my dad.

But what do we serve them? I was to eat out so there was food for the only three of them. Any how my mother managed to prepare food for all. And she also made separate food for her 6 month old daughter.

Food was not the problem. It was her distance from us. We barely meet and talk, and now she was at our place, and we were lost with what to do with her and her two daughters. Her 6 month old was still fine to be with, but her elder daughter 6 years old, she was a child I have never seen. She would not sit still for a moment, and I can safely say that there is a fine line between being a child and a manner less one. Believe me; you wouldn’t have seen such a kid. I lost all my control when she tore two of my prepared answers to which I had no other copy of and still her mother did not say a word. I lost all control and yet all I could do was ask her politely to take that child away! What was I to do?

I knew kids are not my cup of tea, but I also am always capable of handling them well. At least manage to. But she was out of my imagination. All I wanted was to ask her to leave but of course that was out of the question.

And so this whole inconvenience went on for the next week. Our home was just a weird place to live in even for us. When she lived with us, we realised that she had guests at her own place and she was just tired of all the work and needed a break herself.

I don’t know how relieved she must have been living with us and having very little in common with us, but for us it was very bizarre. And all the while we just hoped when she would leave and we could get rid of fake smiles, unintended politeness, and all the formality.

We were in a situation of-

“Atithi tum  kab jaoge?”

 

Coffee, coffee it is!

So, I woke up with literally no work for my day. I thought it had to be one of the stay in days when I could be lazy as much as I wanted to. I don’t know what got into me that I decided I’ll have some iced tea to beat the heat. My first mistake. I mean why would I even think that? Coffee is the ultimate answer, then why even bother?

As if that didn’t satisfy me to spoil the morning that I wanted to give it a twist, a watermelon ice tea! I have tried this drink a lot many times, at stores and even at home. I have even made it myself but then if you want to beat it over coffee then it is going to fail you.

I made it as I used to always, but one sip and I could tell that adding watermelon was my second mistake.

One thing I guess everyone hates is their morning being ruined specially the one where you don’t have any work; it’s your basically off day at work.

And then I left it. I just could not drink it.

After I read all the newspapers scattered on my tea table, it was time to do something. And what else could it be than making me a warm cup of coffee. Summers or winters, I know I can’t stay without coffee!

Thankfully the cup of coffee didn’t betray me.

Hope you have a wonderful start to the week!

Questions, Questions!

  • When exactly is someone ready?
  • Is head over heels really a thing?
  • Just how many before the one?
  • How do you know it’s him?
  • What if you think you are done with all the hassle but one last try could give you what you wanted all along?
  • what if you try, and fail all over again?
  • can we not learn after the first heart break?
  • how do even sometimes explain what you think, what you have in mind?
  • how do even words justify to your feelings?
  • Just how?

You might not have the answer to them, but Just have a good laugh over my continuous unending ramblings.

Have a good day. 🙂

 

Tug of war

They bundled me up, separated me from all my other friends and tied up a knot on me. I was suffocated. Hadn’t they ever heard of claustrophobia? I wanted to breathe, to smell the ‘exotic Indian air’, to cherish the gone moments, to smile through the troubles but they wouldn’t just leave me alone. The weather seemed to be pleasant, I could sway with it, could feel the wind on my face, but only if they would untie me.

One of them held me by my hands, the other grabbed my wavering legs, and my stomach ached with the knot getting tighter and tighter. Couldn’t they apprehend that I was losing my shape? What would become of me? I would lose my colour and my shape. I wouldn’t want to lose myself but they just don’t understand me. When will they?

They are just relishing their game of tug of war. How can they get pleasure out of this, by disquieting me? How? I just don’t want to be torn into two smithereens, misplacing my individuality.

 

Trauma of my red lipstick

So I am not a very big fan of makeup and lipsticks particularly, but when it comes to getting ready, sometimes I love doing it for myself. I mean, setting aside the day to day humdrum, it is fun for a change to get all decked up and go for a night out or a party or anything that requires, ‘getting ready’.

For quite a long time now I have been trying to get my hands on a particular red color of lip color and somehow in a search for the wanted color I ended up with five different shades of red. I am sorry, I just cannot name them. For me the classifications of colors would just go as far as red, maroon, and other different names such as cherry red, blood red, magenta and so on… for me ‘ruby woo’ and other such names are just names which portray the color red in front of me.

The point is despite the 5 red lipsticks I did not have the one that I wanted to. All I ever did was, that I would go into the shop, ask for the color but when I wouldn’t get it, I’d end up buying something else which according to me was pretty good and would suit and would go with some dress or the other. But what about the dear red? I say again that I am not a particular fan of these things; you may find me on a random day in plane blue denim and a random shirt. But when I do want to get ready, I want it all perfect, the dress and the jewelry and the makeup, anything cannot be unmatched. And that red color, I so wanted it.

So, all of a sudden I was street shopping with my friend, and as usual I started my search for the particular color in various brands. My friend had already lost hope that I’d ever find that color and she was exasperated that I started it all over again.

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By the time my hand was tattooed with all the possible shades of red, which I must say that I was pretty surprised with the number myself, I got it. I got the color and I screamed like a little child who would have been allowed to eat a bar of chocolate after a long time. And I was so happy; I don’t know why after all, it was just a lipstick after all. And then it struck me, I already owned the color, the difference was just that the one I had was glossy and the one that I wanted was in Matt finish.

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I couldn’t contain myself and was laughing so hard, leaving my friend and the shopkeeper in utter amazement. They probably would have thought that I had turned into some maniac and my friend literally dragged me out of the store. The little red lipstick tube just lying on the counter.

We are this crazy for some things. Love for makeup or not, we girls can literally go to limits for some things which we whole heartedly want. This was hilarious for me. Literally an eye opener for my behavior and how adamant I am sometimes, and I think I am still laughing hard at myself.

So any recent obsessions? Have you had any? What makes you guys literally passionate?

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My hair cut

I woke up today with a lot of laziness within me, which the long sleep could not relieve me of and that laziness continued to be with me almost up till noon. And I don’t know why but somehow today was the day when I had to decide that I badly need a haircut, just a trimming would do but it was needed. So there I was with no hurry to getting to my day’s work, instead I decided I’d rather shape my unruly hair.

My hair is no match to any of the beauty set of hair, they are too curly, unruly, frizzy, long, not-shiny, and believe me you can never tame them. They have their own mind and will never work with your schedule of outings and parties and days of hair wash. In short they are a big pain and yet people who see them love them a lot. It’s like children for me; others love them only they don’t know how they are to behave inside the four walls of their own house.

Okay, so I decided I will cut my hair but the nearby salon was shut and as lazy I was I did not have the strength to go so far. I decided to cut it myself. That’s not bad; actually I have done it myself before and manage it pretty well, if nothing I don’t manage to spoil it.

For a perfect cut I had to go down to about an inch of haircut. Slowly my scissors slashed them and I was satisfied with my cut. But when it came to my front flecks I trimmed almost a centimeter or two of it and then quit. I just put it all away. I hadn’t even cut the whole inch behind then how could I just trim off the front hair.  I mean okay, they don’t listen to me but I just couldn’t cut them off. I like long hair.

And it was then that I realised why I stopped cutting my own hair or even going to the salon often. I never would complete it, either it’s too short or they had just spoiled my hair cut. Almost never was I satisfied. People have never understood my love for my un-tamable hair. Okay they are a big pain and you can laugh as much as you want but I love them all the same.

So girls, how often have you come across such situations? Or how often you end up with uncut hair or in a argument with your stylists?

 

Thoughts

I was driving my bike at a speed of 40-50 when suddenly I crashed my brakes only to realise I hadn’t missed the exit and I could go on. I thought I was thinking too much and might have missed my way. Well, I also thought I could write something out of it.

My mind started wandering again when again I braked on my speed. “It’s a red light, you can’t cross that Moushmi.” I saw two men break the rule and I thought I could write something out of it too.

My mind wavered again and I thought why my mind is so unstable? Why does it have to think so much? And then I thought I could write something on thinking too.

And then somehow I was at my destination and I thought, yet again, where did the 40 minute ride go? And oh, yet again I thought I could write on my thought process or even fading of time.

Hence this post where I don’t exactly know what I am trying to say and neither does my mind know how it actually ends up from one thought to another.

Sorry to bore you with my random ramblings.

Does anyone have such thoughts too, please tell me I am not alone. 😀