Philosophy of Life as per Phoenixritu

This is Life

 

 

Sometimes I wake up in the morning and wonder about life and its meaning.  Mercifully, I do not like to drink deep from the well of wisdom.  I am sure my brain cells thank me for not overtaxing them and so does my giddy heart, which has a healthy repulsion to pain.

 

Don’t get me wrong guys, What I am trying to do here is rationalize I guess.  People do profound things; they go and sit with Anna Hazare who is protesting to get the Lokpal bill passed.  People start the CSA movement, fight for women’s rights and so much more.  Much as I admire it all, I don’t seem to have it in me to participate actively.

Yeah, the quintessential rebel MOI, my all time favorite hindi song, from the movie Hum Dono sums up my attitude beautifully …

 

main zindagi ka saath
nibhaata chala gaya

har fikar ko dhuen mein
udaata chala gaya

barbadiyon ka shok
manaana fizool tha

barbadiyon ka jashn
manaata chala gaya

har fikr ko dhuen mein uda

 

Yes, that song is my philosophy in life.  Nothing lasts, we won’t either.  The world will keep on spinning on its slightly tilted axis, when I am gone too.  I hope and pray that it will be a better place, but I have my moments of cynicism, when I wonder …”Will we make a difference?” and I wonder “Have human beings changed since the times of the Dropas, the Mayans and those chappies who painted on cave walls and cut hieroglyphics on stone?”

I don’t know if things will improve or not.  I don’t even know if people will remember me after I’m done with life.  Frankly speaking, it does not bother me much.  I know we are here on temporary visa anyway.  In my understanding, this world and the life we live is an obstruction course, where a whole lot of challenges are thrown at us.  There are folk, let’s call ‘em higher beings, sitting somewhere and watching us, much like Romans sat and watched the gladiators fighting.  Oh no!  They aren’t moralistic or prim and proper.  They are watching us tackle the obstacles, munching the higher beings equivalent of popcorn and chips, drinking the higher being equivalent of Pepsi and booze.

 

They possibly have a whole lot of money staked on their favorites.  I know I am one of the favorites.  I provide them wholesome entertainment.

 

I can just imagine conversation between Higher Being 1 and Higher Being 2, sitting at a tabernae and watching us little beings (actually me) on a screen …..

 

H.B.1 : Oye, the female over there, you know that short chubby one?  I just threw a googli at her.

 

H.B.2 : Pass me the HB kurkure and a HB beer.  Which one?(HB1 points with his mouse)  Oh that one!  And what did she do?

 

H.B.1 : She fell.  But then she got up, smiled and managed to go through.  It was fun watching her.  Good 3 earth years she took, but she did it.  Very entertaining.

 

H.B.2 : She did that?  Let’s throw a more twisted one at her.  Bet she won’t manage that with a smile.  Bet she quits.

 

H.B.1 : That is two bets.  What are the odds?  And how much are you willing to wager?

 

No wonder I wade through muck, get to high ground and then land in more muck

 

Keep smiling.  You never know who is watching   :P :D

 

 

 

 

 

Dealing with an unsupportive mother

After my last blog post, I received mails, and also some comments that touched upon the fact that the mother-daughter relationship can be an embittered one, and mine was not a unique case. To be honest, I have been crabby for the past few days, the emotions that I thought were buried and gone, resurfaced.

I felt that the time has come to write about this.

The human race has problems that no other species has on this planet. We need to wear clothes, learn how to balance ourselves on two legs to walk, and have the longest childhood. The last makes us astonishingly dependant on our parents. So we need our parent’s approval and desperately crave for it. After all for 20 years or more of our lives, we depend on them for our basic needs.

In an ideal world our mother would care, protect and nurture us, and defend us from hostile forces outside our homes. But then this is not the ideal world.

Here is a questionnaire I have copied verbatim from a book “Will I ever be good enough?” by Karyl McBride that helped me understand what I was going through and also achieve closure (to a certain extent)

Tick all the points that you feel are true of your relationship with your mother – the more you tick, the stronger the syndrome exists. Yes it is a syndrome called the “Narcissistic Personality Disorder”
and if my words ring true, your mother has it.

1. When you discuss your life issues with your mother, does she divert the discussion to talk about herself?
2. When you discuss your feelings with your mother, does she she try to top the feeling with her own?
3. Does your mother act jealous of you?
4. Does your mother lack empathy for your feelings?
5. Does your mother only support those things you do that reflect on her as a “good mother”?
6. Have you consistently felt a lack of emotional closeness with your mother?
7. Have you consistently questioned whether or not your mother likes you or loves you?
8. Does your mother only do things for you when others can see?
9. When something happens in your life (accident, illness, divorce), does your mother react with how it will affect her rather than how you feel?
10. Is or was your mother overly conscious of what others think (neighbors, friends, family, co-workers)?
11. Does your mother deny her own feelings?
12. Does your mother blame things on you or others rather than own responsibility for her own feelings or actions?
13. Is or was your mother hurt easily and then carries a grudge for a long time without resolving the problem?
14. Do you feel you were a slave to your mother?
15. Do you feel you were responsible for your mother’s ailments or sickness (headaches, stress, illness)?
16. Did you have to take care of your mother’s physical needs as a child?
17. Do you feel unaccepted by your mother?
18. Do you feel your mother was critical of you?
19. Do you feel helpless in the presence of your mother?
20. Are you shamed often by your mother?
21. Do you feel your mother knows the real you?
22. Does your mother act like the world should revolve around her?
23. Do you find it difficult to be a separate person from your mother?
24. Does your mother appear phony to you?
25. Does your mother want to control your choices?
26. Does your mother swing from egotistical to depressed mood?
27. Did you feel you had to take care of your mother’s emotional needs as a child?
28. Do you feel manipulated in the presence of your mother?
29. Do you feel valued, by mother, for what you do rather than who you are?
30. Is your mother controlling, acting like a victim or martyr?
31. Does your mother make you act different from how you really feel?
32. Does your mother compete with you?
33. Does your mother always have to have things her way?

Now, there is nothing you can do to help your mother, who is a grown woman and your parent. There is a lot you can do to protect yourself

1. Put physical distance between the two of you. Move away, to another town or country. That way you are not subjected to negativity all the time. No one needs constant reminder of their weak points. Every one has had downs and every one has character flaws. We do not need another human being to go on harping about them.

2. Keep verbal interactions to the minimum. Do not discuss your life with her. That way, she does not have ammo to hurt you with. Remember, she will not be supportive in your misfortune and you are an adult. You do not need that support which she is either unwilling to extend to you or incapable of extending to you.

3. Do not share your successes with her. She will show the world that she is so proud of your good fortune and achievement, but when alone she will say something nasty. Say, you get a raise. Your mother will brag about it to the world. But once alone she will remind you of the time when you got dumped or were hard of money. Oh it will be couched with the admonishment “Don’t forget the hard times” but you know and she knows that she is resenting your success. If you get a raise, don’t mention it.

4. Keep your friends and your mother separate. Otherwise she will criticize you and discuss your shortcomings with them, all under the guise of being very concerned about you and your “not so bright” future.

5. This comes from point no. 4. Keep your socializing with her very minimum. Do not have joint kitty parties or the same mandir or collectively attend a relative’s wedding. You may be humiliated by her in these social settings. The wounds will resurface long after she is dead and gone.

Hope this works for you. I learnt the hard way.

Motivation sermon to self

I like doing this on scraps of paper, in diaries and journals – the first time I am doing this on my blog.

Folks the laptop is showing me the Windows blue screen which in geeky parlance is equivalent to

Sigh!  Hence, no writing at home, and office is normally a distracted kind of place.

I have just killed off someone in my novel, and I need to either resurrect the person (thereby changing 3 chapters) or get someone more interesting (needs lots of grey matter).  Sigh, the guy was interesting but a pain so I killed him.  Aah the pleasure of playing God! (It also gave me 2.5 chapters mileage – can’t knock that off!)

Here goes :

Dear Ritu

You are a lazy bum, you know it, I know it – but we’ve got a great act put together.  Folks think you are driven.  Took me all my self control not to snort tea out of nostrils when the poor deluded guy said so.  So what if you are already on your third novel.  I can see you roll eyes at me.  Oh, ohkay, I know, I have to motivate you.

Here is my 6 point program

1. FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS

I kept shut when you multitasked by shelling peas with Karan Johar on the idiot box.  What you cook for dinner is none of my concern.  But when you tell me that you want to write the next chapter watching Arnab Goswami conduct his inquisition – i.e. The News Hour!!!!  Seriously who the fuck do you think you’re kidding?  And stop drooling, the guy looks like a tight assed school principal.  When the computer comes back from its hospital, no News Hour.  Hopefully World Cup will have ended too!

2. Short cuts are the longest routes to take.

If you had not got irritated by the character you wanted to bug others with and then bumped him off, you would not be biting your nails right now.  Look what short cuts do?  And don’t shrug and say “I only write for myself”.  That kind of unrealistic arguments did not look good on you when you were 30 and certainly don’t look good on you now!  Never ever sell yourself short or permit yourself to be ordinary.  You gotta be exceptional.  If you are going to be a pain in the ass, be a royal pain in the ass!  Get the picture?  Nothing shoddy or sub-standard for us.  And yes, be practical and realistic.

3. Do not aspire for mediocrity

Remember there is only one you and that one you is unique.  It is tempting to copy others or imitate.  Does not work!  You just become a cheap copy.  Oh yes, if you want to emulate someone, make sure that the someone is really special.  Otherwise you will end up being less-than-ordinary.  Even HimmesBhai with his nasal voice and Adnan Sami with his “gulping down a gulab jamun” voice brought something new and fresh to the table.  Do that.

4.  When in a rut do one thing that scares you

Even if it is burning your hair.  It sure as hell gets you out of the rut.  Better still if that one thing is risky.  You are doing so much fire fighting that you are invigorated and pumped up.  (I burnt my eyebrow yesterday hence the analogy).  It sure got me out of my whiny cribby mood!  For the less adventurous people, make new friends.  It always works.  If gives you something new to learn, to find out.  Or eat at a different place.  I think routine kills the joy of life.

5. It does not exist if no one has written it, you have not lost weight unless it shows on the scale

One may have a fantastic idea or a brilliant novel in the brain – but unless it is there in tangible form, how can one be sure?  And statistics prove that people who weigh themselves regularly are the ones that lose weight.  The rest regain whatever is lost.  As a corollary to this I will add : Romans had the right idea of burning their boats, they had no place to go but forwards.  Chalta Hai attitude is just that – mediocre and chalta hai.  Set your goals and move forward to achieve them.  No Arnab-on-the-side or Koffee with Karan.

6. Be real and be honest

Even if you are a rogue.  And people keep you honest and real.  Good friends and family tell you the truth about yourself.  Value them.  If Duryodhan had valued Vidur he would not have been a pompous jackass and would have seen through Krishna’s and Shakuni’s machinations.  Yes, my take on Krishna is different, he was definitely a fore-runner of Chanakya.  Be kind to people in distress, help others if you can, if not, guide them to the best of your abilities.  Remember, it always helps you in the long run.

Now get off your fat butt and get your laptop repaired.  And get the third novel out of the way

Your sane and rational self

I shot myself in the foot

As long time readers of my blog know, I suffer from foot-in-mouth-itis.  Foot-in-mouthitis can be described as a common affliction of extrovert, irrepressible females of a certain age who end up speaking or doing things without thinking of the consequences.

And one thing that readers of the blog don’t know is that Kid#2 suffers from “Me-want-Me-Grab” syndrome.  And that he thinks that “Ma-ka-maal” equals “Mera-Maal”

It leads to interesting stuff.

Case 1 : I sleepily walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth in the morning.  Pick up tooth brush and grope around for tooth paste.  No tooth paste.  Switch on light and confirm, No effin toothpaste.  I distinctly remember having a tube on the shelf.  Give up and fish out a fresh tube.  Later I investigate and find that Kid#2 has taken it upstairs.  Damn!  Don’t even ask why he did not open the spare stuff cabinet and take out a fresh tube.  He wanted – he took!

Case 2 : “Borrowing” my Ipod and ear-phones.

Case 3 : Sigh … my Blackberry

Enter sad doleful veena sounds here

Folks, not too long ago, I owned a Blackberry.  But then I had Kid#2 some twenty years ago.  Ergo, I now have no Blackberry

And dumbass that I am I did it to myself.

I kept grumbling.  See, the thing is that I wanted full BB services.  I even offered the honchos in command of telecom services for office to pay for them BB services.  They declined for reasons best known to them.  Hence I could not get the darn BB services on my phone (its a corporate connection).

I bitched about it, said “Without those services BB is a piece of shit”

Never ever ever ever say such things in front of your kids, because they are wondering how to use such stuff in their favor.  Purrfectly understandable, as long as you are not the parent!

Especially kids who are glib and excellent at marketing spiel.  Why the shit is he training to be a mechanical engineer I wonder!

Well he discovered that I had a Nokia E66 in my drawer.  He scented blood.  He sales talked me into handing over my BB to him  willingly!!!

I could kill myself!

I still could not see what had happened.

Then he activated my much longed for BB service on the said phone.

He showed me the screen that now looks so smart.

Then he said, “Thanks lady, its been a pleasure doing business with you”

Its then that it hit me!

I’ve been HAD!!!!!!

Gaaah!

Balance Sheet 2010

?   The Car that crashed and went for scrap

?    The sons survived and came home unscathed

?   Kid #1 tried so hard but did not get what he wanted …. broke my heart to see him facing such a hard time

?   He discovered talent in something I did not expect.  Am so proud of you – ‘Shine on you crazy diamond’

?   Kid #2 has no vehicle to go to college

?  He discovered resourcefulness!  Good on ya, boy.  I am impressed.  Carry on

? I grew negative, unreasonable and gave my family hell.  Yes I can be such a melodrama queen …. sorry Kid#1, Kid#2 and DIL

? Kid#2 counseled me, he can actually talk sense, I am impressed.  But the most impressive thing was Kid#1′s non-verbal example.  If anything, he should have been the emo person, but he has achieved Zen.  He is so much in control.  He does not preach, but teaches by example.

? I’ve been a brat

? My sons have grown into mature human beings, they make me proud.  Something I have done right in my crazy life!

? Had a fight with “The Shoulder” really bad one.  Thought I would not have him in my life any more.

? Everything worked out for the best.

?  Diabetes

? Lost weight.  Hallelujah and Blow me Down!!!  I actually do have a waist!

?  Finances, sigh!!!! :(

? We own our house and our cars and manage to live a reasonably good life

? DILs office made her work so hard, we hardly saw her

? She got promoted, Way To Go Girl!!

?  My book was panned by certain book agents

? Sent it to Rupa since I refused to believe it was bad.  Rupa accepted it  :D :D

? Unhappiness – mostly self created

? Friends and family that loves me and stands by me

Lesson learnt, have faith in self and be more appreciative of the family that stands by me and the friends who love me.

Love you guys a lot

Let us see what 2011 brings

Postcard to self for 2011

Well I have been a saint in 2010 …. at least the last two months.  I have given up sugar, maida and ghee.  I have even started going for long walks.  Mind you, I have had to do them, because of medical reasons.  These are not resolutions that I have made.  I n.e.v.e.r make resolutions.  Being the kind of person I am, once I make them, I then feel it is my moral duty to break them.  I also treat rules the same way.  And yes, I was the kid in school who looked longingly out of the window in class, and perversely spent the games period in the class.

Okies …. so what do I have to say to self for  2011

1.  I resolve to try and control my laughter at jokes of my own devising.  Lesser mortals may not get them.  And stop rolling your eyes at me, dear offsprings.  English language is a hoot.  Where else will you have a term like “PSYCHO THE RAPIST” which denotes a respectable profession hmmm?

2. I will try to not be tempted to roll my eyes at people who order sugarless coffee and a huge chunk of chocolate cake at a coffee shop.  No it is not sour grapes.  I simply don’t get it.  I will look the other way.

3. I will try to live within my budget, failing which I resolve to search for a suitable pocket with a more generous budget to live off.  Millionaires invited please.  Apart from the loads of money, all they need to have is a sense of humor.

4. I will try not to figure out how exactly to execute a crime.  At least not aloud.  Yeah I am prone to watching Sansanikhej Khabar and the likes and then plan out how exactly the crime should be executed successfully.  Thing is that when I talk about it, people get a glazed look in their eyes.  In my defense, I think its excellent exercise of imagination and grey matter.

5. I will try not to look tired and washed out, so that I can blackmail the kids into allowing me a drink (medicinal).  It never works, damn.  I need to figure out another act, which will work.  I may as well keep a bottle in my almairah, but drinking alone sucks.

6. I will try not to get all emotional about money or the lack of thereof.  If I have it, I spend it at once.  So getting emotional about it is a waste of time.

7. I will try not to lure stray dogs to the house.  Our resident dogs have taken offence.  They nearly killed the last one …

8. I will try not to look for hidden chauvinistic undertones in everything men say at work.  Nah! Forget it, it isnt worth the effort to get pissed about.  They don’t know any better.

9. I will source sugar and fat free deserts, and then turn my nose at them.  Then I shall go without desert and be martyr.  What is life without a bit of melodrama?

10. F.O.R.  O.N.C.E.  I.N.  M.Y.  L.I.F.E I shall wear a cowboy hat with dungarees and a tucked in tee shirt properly accessorized with spur boots and pistols and walk a busy mall.   What is life without sensationalism?

I shall live, laugh, love and of course fight and cry wholeheartedly.  I don’t know how to live any other way.

AWESOME GYAN FOR 2011

Sardi aur beizzatti jitni mehsoos karo utni hi lagti hai

HAVE A WONDERFUL 2011

Meeting Bloggers

I went to the Delhi Indibloggers Meet.  Actually I nearly did not.  The reasons are

1.  For a person who loves people …. crowds scare me and so does meeting people for the first time.  I hate weddings where I dont know anyone …. and normally land up really early or awfully late.  That way I can do my duty and flee fast.

2.  Blogging for me is cathartic.  I express, I vent and keep it genuine.  The day I don’t write from the heart, I’ll stop writing.  I can smell fake writing a mile away, and would not like to be fake.  Since I am truthful and put so much of me in my blog, facing the people who may have read my writing scares me (scared me?).

3.  I have no chuttis.  Imagine me asking Boss aka Mogambo “Boss I need a chutti for meeting friends”.  Well suffice to say  Mogambo Khush Nahin Hoga!

Then Indian Homemaker rang me up.  She was really persuasive. Then Abha Midha tipped the balance by saying she had called a cab.  Now office started seeming really drab.  So I rang up Mogambo and gave him some desperate story.  Sometimes old school habits don’t die, do they ;)  ?  ”Miss mereko fever ho gaya” and other such excuses still work, by golly!!!  Ladies I thank you for changing my mind.

For all my misgivings, it was a wonderful experience.  Thanks Vineet for being an excellent host and Shayon, hats off to you for the charity work you are doing.  People please visit Shayon’s charity, Blankets for Relief.  Great guys the two of you are!  Even though I did not get any cinnabons (hampers were being distributed but I did not win any :(   Anyhow I met bloggers, and that was sweeter than cinnabons.  Blogging is such a young scene.  Love the energy!  I finally met Addy of Addy’s Brainwave.  He is just like my Kid#2, and he ponders over how to have three girlfriends at the same time.  Such profound and deep thoughts also addle my younger son’s brain Addy!  Tikuli and her charming son Aditiya also came.  Do check out his blog too.  He is a really talented artist.  His tribute to his younger brother touched me.

I met Zephyr too!  Arushi and Sangeeta it was great meeting you both.  I hope I havent missed out anyone…..   If I have, do let me know and forgive me.  Thing is I met you all for the first time … ….

IHM took some pics that she has sweetly mailed to me.  Guys please tell me I’m looking great :P

Okay people, do not notice or comment on the fact that I did not upload a pic that has me standing.  I look slimmer sitting down :P

Science of Adjust and Jugaad

This is India. Women of India function with two great tools, Jugaad and Adjust. I guess if you give Jugaad a good hard look it turns out to be the cousin of Adjust. As a woman one encounters Adjust often enough. Somehow women are viewed as brainless and malleable. We are stuff to be moulded, and if we protest, then we are suppressed strongly.

So what is Adjust? It is something a girl child learns very early in life. I learnt it when I was six and was trying to stand on my head with my legs waving in the air. My frock was around my tummy and my panties were in full view. My shocked mother ran out of the house and hauled me indoors for a lecture. I was a girl and I had to adjust. I could not behave like my brother and cousins. Ma said, “Little girls have to be tamed so that they can grow into good women.” That is also the first memory I have of jugaad. I implemented it. I started wearing my brother’s shorts.

Jugaad as per urban dictionary :To arrange for something that will help accomplish a particular task.

Hindi: Yaar woh website ka login chaheye, kuch jugad lagao!

English: I need a login to that website, do some jugad

As per Wikipedia “Jugaad” is also a colloquial Hindi word that can mean an innovative fix, sometimes pejoratively used for solutions that bend rules, or a resource that can be used as such or a person who can solve a vexatious issue.

As I grew up, I started encountering “Adjust” in all spheres of life. I could not fly kites, play football or cricket, even marbles and gilli danda. These were games I loved. I hated hop scotch, cowries and other girly games. But I had to adjust, I was a girl. Jugaad came to my rescue. I went out with the girls but then slipped away to play boys’ games. Curfew was set at 6 p.m. for me, I learnt how to climb walls and jump in from windows or climb up to the roof.

Marriage happened, and I still continued to be … well, me! In-laws screamed at me, got husband to scream at me too. I was a daughter in law and could not wear jeans, sleep late, had to cook their meals or wash their clothes, (all this prior to reaching the school I taught in early in the morning). I hired cooks and servants as jugaad. Sigh, in-laws love to preach but don’t like to practice. I hired, they fired and the slanging match continued. Then they wanted me to give up my job. I did the ultimate jugaad. I chose to live separately. What can I say? That did not work either.  I had too many issues by then, and he thought he was doing me a big favor by granting me the permission of setting up my own home.

Well “Adjust” only works if both sides adjust. Otherwise it is just a pretty name for suppression. The moment someone says “Adjust” I hear sirens of ambulances or fire engines. My mind starts working overtime, looking for a suitable jugaad.

I have a question I’d like to ask every person who has asked his spouse to adjust or tried to get a high spirited daughter to adjust. Why do we educate girls, empower them to think for themselves, earn and compete with boys if we want them to be tethered to outdated customs? Why do we give them half-freedom? We tantalize them with a whiff of fresh outside air, and then say, “No, you can’t take a touring job”, or (as in my case) “You can go to work, but you will have to cook breakfast and pack lunches for every one, including your stay-at-home mother in law, and the two dogs, before you go to school at 7 a.m.”

Other strictures of the ‘adjust” kind include, “You have to cover your head in front of male members of the house”, “You have to wait until every one has eaten and then eat”, “You have to turn in all the money you earn” etc etc.

And then they say that women are sly. You made us compete with boys, you made us believe we are equal (of course we are!) and then you tell us ADJUST!

Of course we are sly! We have had to lie, manipulate, coerce, use wiles to even breathe that fresh air that you of the previous generation tantalized us with.

Women’s Web has organized a contest entitled The Great Adjustment Story and has also given us 3 Adjustment Stories. Do check them out.

This post won the second prize in the Women’s Web Contest.

Thanks Women’s Web!

I’m okay, you’re not!

This is a post I was trying hard not to write. Then Monika’s post tipped the balance.

Why do people get mean, cross boundaries and say insulting things? Because they are not okay with themselves. So they have to diminish another person to feel good about themselves. That is the truth. I have encountered it often enough. It does not hurt me, because over years, I have learnt to brush it off.

The first time it happened was when a cousin of mine displayed great insecurity about my sitting next to her husband and discussing (of all the non-topics) Morarji Desai! When I asked her what was biting her, she said nothing, but during the course of the conversation she called me a divorcee not once but twice. I got the message, though it hurt.

Over the years, I have developed a simple system. If any one tries ever so sweetly to diminish me, I look the person straight in the eye and smile – because I am not seeing the person, I am seeing an irritating insect. The kind of insect that buzzes around, but does not have the guts to take me on. The kind that is ineffectual, irritating and can only harm a person who has self esteem issues.

There is a breed of women who love to try and bring others down on superficial issues like sense of style or weight issues.

I have friends who do that. You know the kind who love to brag about their perfect lives, their sons who earn mega billion bucks, their perfect husbands, while saying wordlessly, “Poor you, you are so alone!”

Heck, I feel sorry for them. They need others, lean on others to be complete. I am not a superwoman, I know I am alone. I am dealing with it and will continue to deal with it. May be I am biased, but my sons are worth more than yours, so suck on it!

I have a friend who refers to my weight, in a pretend teasing way. Girls, a word of advise. Calling me “Dumpling” or “Pillsbury Dough Girl” or any such epithet is not on. It is neither funny nor cute. Suggesting me diets when I have not asked for them is also not on. Call me an elephant and you have crossed serious boundaries. If I do not respond in kind it is only because I can see through you and your pathetic self esteem issues and I chose to be magnanimous.

It is not worth my retaliation.

That is because

I AM OKAY, YOU’RE NOT!

Social Life at College

My parents were in Delhi for a short short while before moving out again.  Till I was a day scholar, life was pretty circumspect, the only friends one made were on the U-Special that one had to catch at an unearthly hour to get to college.  And parents, feeling scared with their young daughter in Big Bad Delhi imposed curfew hours that had me in mental hysteria.  I mean …. when do I live?  I was ripe for rebellion.  There were no hills on which I could jog my angst away.

Notoriety to ho hi gayi thee.  As usual, I had cousins in DU, even in Hindu.  My mother’s family comprised of 3 brothers and 3 sisters, my father’s family was 5 brothers and god-knows-how-many sisters.  (They were the pre-family planning era), now if each of those siblings had a couple of kids, can you imagine how many of us there are?  I am reasonably sure that I can land up anywhere on earth and meet clansmen and clanswomen.  My main pre-occupation in college was to get into mischief and avoid clans people.  I succeeded pretty well in both.

O-o

One day, while coming back home on the U Special, the boy I was sitting next to got into a fight with two others.  It was pretty scary.  I thought they would fall on me.  A boy standing next to them asked if he could sit on that seat.  I quickly assented.  We got talking and hit it off ….. I married him.

The fight turned out to be pretty major.  During the next week the two boys who were fighting called their various back-up of friends and lawless elements.  In fact one of them actually shot the other one with a katta (home made pistol).  Unfortunately the katta backfired and took away the earlobe of the person doing the shooting.  Just desserts!!

Here comes the kicker!  The fight was about the honor of sitting next to yours truly.  And yours truly was having blonde bimbette moments – I was actually unaware of being the bone in contention.  It was much later that one person asked me, “Who is this Ritu from Hindu College?  I want to meet this girl who caused a shoot out and cost a young man his ear.”

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I saw, for the first time in my life, a couple of girls smoking.  Well, I was fascinated.  To me they looked sophisticated and cool.  I told you, I have bad attitude and bad taste.  So I decided I wanted to be like them and went and bought my first packet of cigarettes … Four Square.

Then I marched up to the only sane senior student I knew (ex) and asked him to teach me how to smoke.  He looked at me in horror.  He told me that they would blacken my lips, spoil my teeth and even make me dark.  I yawned!

He told me that he would throw away the packet.  I put it in my breast pocket and challenged him to try and do that.

He told me, “Tere brothers ko bol dunga”

I told him, “Tere life ki ulti ginti shuru ho gayi boss!”

He caved in.  I smiled and thanked him.  I even fell in love with him.  The rest is history.

Both were bad decisions.  No my skin did not darken, neither did my lips.  I ruined my teeth though.  And I learnt one lesson in life – do not marry a guy you can successfully bully at first.  Just pause and consider why he let you bully him ;)

P.S. As a teacher he sucked :mrgreen: