Sunday, March 16, 2014

Naina's World - That one guy


You're not the best guy in my world you know. In fact , far from it. You've made me cry more than anyone else in my life. Hell even my parents with all their quarrels didn't have that kind of impact on me. But yes, sometimes I did wonder if all the anger I doled out on you was partially their fault? That perhaps in my anger I held you responsible for the things that you were really not responsible for, that if you didn't know how to deal with a love starved girl, it wasn't totally your fault, for you , I failed to realize back then , hadn't led a perfect life either and that your childhood at least to a certain extent wasn't all rosy either, that you to in some silent moments had craved for a bit of love, understanding, patience and fewer expectations.
I forgot that in some ways you're just as fragile as I am and that because you're a guy you have this added burden of "you must not show you're vulnerable" on your shoulders

In fact there were moments I actually got mad at you for keeping up with this "I'm strong and I can handle anything" facade! Because i've known for a fact that it's all gibberish and can't really be true for any guy you know?! Oh well, what did I, with all my idealistic approach towards life, understand about society and the ways of this world back then?!

Was I ever in love with you? I still don't know. Maybe because I've barely ever had that true selfless love being shown to me I still don't know what it is to love or to be or feel loved. And let's not even talk about selfless love for then i'd be all tight lipped. Could anyone ever love selflessly I'm left asking myself at times! I know I couldn't regardless of how sacrificial, great or amazing I thought I was!! And even if I were selfless in the beginning phase of our friendship I truly held it against you later , wondering why you couldn't do the same for me, which totally killed the purpose of being selfless, the last thing you ought to do is to expect something in return! Oh well, that truly shattered that image of me the Martyr!

However what I do remember is how much I wanted to be friends with you, how I'd scan my workplace just to catch a glimpse of you, how I'd be all uptight around you, how ...as much as I wanted to, I didn't know what to talk about with you, how I totally loved it when you looked at me and yet feigned ignorance or lack of interest. That surely had me smiling inwardly for it confirmed all the more, that you were just as keen to talk to me. I am amazed to think that I actually possessed this kind of insight back then, considering how bloody naiive I truly was, hell, based on what a dear friend told me recently, I still am!!! But I think I wasn't all too confident back then, thanks to my acne ridden face, I guess just didn't see any point in why any guy would be interested in me and so let me not act like this omniscient chick who truth be told wasn't all that sure about it back then. But I guess that surity seeped in only in retrospect if you know what I mean? :P

What I do remember very distinctly is how much I really cared for you and how you were an inevitable part of my everyday prayers, yeah you actually were! And to think that seven years later I'm this agnostic girl who doesn't care about prayers at all, who isn't sure if God exists but certainly believes in a higher power. Anyway, it's strange how at times I shed tears when you as usual turned to me to share yet another of your adventures with a random girl with me. Of course you never went into any details for you thought I was, in some way , too innocent or sacred for that but hell the very thought that you felt something for a girl made my eyes burn, that you might have kissed her made me feel angry. What's really interesting is that I never understood those emotions. My schooling in an all girls school wasn't much of a help either! And you were this mean ass who I'm sure sometimes just narrated tales that were sheer figments of your imagination and wow how I believed every word you uttered. Amazingly enough, I didn't even feel the need to get any sense of validity, or that I didn't even question , not even once if it was all true!

All that was seven years ago. I smile for I just got off the phone after an as usual hot and cold conversation with you. I smile for i now realize I had kind of a crush on you. Did I know it back then? Haha Hell no!!!

Photo credit : Maryanne Jacobsen @ dailypainters.com

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Indian Men, a rare Prototype?

It saddens me n gets me angry beyond reason to observe the disillusioned notion amongst a growing majority of Indian men about what it means to be a "man". The modern Indian man has somehow regressed back to being a selfish ape, one who puts his needs n desires first. He constantly has the "what's there in it for me" question running through his mind or a growing " I wanna eat all that appeals to my eye!" mentality. He wants to enjoy the  benefits without the hassle of duties. He is born with a sense of claim unlike his sister who is constantly provided a second hand treatment  and has somehow taught herself to bear it n be happy for her brother.  This specimen of our Indian man magnanimously opens the car door for the lady on a date, pays her bill, ensures he doesn't use any cuss word in her presence, indulges her for the evening n knows well how to shower a string of compliments on her or how to sweet talk her. He is generous enough to not show offence in case she makes a comment that hurts his ego n he's man enough to not as much as kiss her because hey it's the first date n no that's not the kind of thing a real man does. He does however feel intimidated around an intelligent girl, one who knows her mind and isn't exactly the kind of daughter in law his overbearing mom has in mind for him or better said her family. He naturally expects his wife to not be as qualified as him n earn lesser than him so he could enjoy the status of being the "breadwinner of the family".  For these very reasons there are several parents who refuse higher education to their girls. Moreover, this universal indian guy likes a chatty girl but the kind who mostly blabbers nonsense because that makes the girl appear somehow "cute" like "Sanaya" in Student of the Year or "Geet" in Jab we Met or "Khushi" in the soap opera "Iss Pyaar ko Kya Naam Doon".  All these women are rather likeable characters coz they are fair ( the indian definition for beautiful!, yes the colonial effect is indeed deep rooted and often seemingly beyond cure!) , loyal, super talkative n not exactly into books or the worldly affairs so to say. They are not just very sensitive as is often a given for every girl in the mind of a guy but are overtly dependent upon their men for their emotional sustenance. It disturbs me to see a growing acceptance and appeal for such characters especially that of Khushi amongst the Indian audiences particularly the housewives who  play a pivotal role in catapulting any soap opera to glory, thanks to the lull hours where they turn to TV to kill time before their beloved husbands return from their respective offices.

The truth , unfortunately, is that most of the men that at least I happen to have encountered in my short span of life know very little about responsibility,  accountability , character building n principles. Be it as brothers or fathers or sons, they aren't great example setters ( the Indian sons however do show an extreme attachment and sense of duty towards their mothers to a point where we often have a "Son's and Lover's" being rewritten in several households but then there too we see exceptions as is the law of nature) They don't act as men but grown up boys, boys who still yearn for the approval of their mothers, whose ego's are like balloons, one prick n boom it bursts, God knows what they'd do to avenge  their bruised pride, boys who are more stubborn than a 5 year old n who consider it rather manly to have random fits of anger wherein they choose to get aggressive with the girl in question be it their girlfriend, wife, sister or mother , this aggressiveness may translate as  verbal or physical abuse depending upon how misfortunate the victim in question is , coz hey after all it's all a matter of ta-da ..chance, destiny  or being in the wrong place at the wrong time isn't it? And the victim (though they  are never looked upon in that way) musn't forget that this is the guys way of showing concern and affection n that she is being restricted ( in whatever way) for her own good because obviously the guy always, and unerringly so knows better don't you think? No one , at least most of the times has balls enough to condemn the brutal act of this ape as a cowardly way of exercising his superiority. On the contrary there are several districts, villages and even towns ( let's not rule out the educated illiterates please) where he who knows how to keep his women under control (be it again as stated earlier a mother , sister, girlfriend, grandmother and so on!) is deemed to be an honorable and wise man. These men can't cook for themselves, at least a majority still can't and are unwilling to help with the domestic chores n refuse outright saying that that's a girl's domain. Which of course reminds me of the clear demarcations they have in their minds about the distinguished roles of a girl and a guy. It does however surprise me to see how every other famous fashion designer,  tailor ,cook/chef, hair cutter, Radio Jockey, News Anchor, Actor, Singer - the seemingly girlish domains are copiously dominated by numerous men all across the country!

I have often tried asking myself this question but in vain and so I now turn to you in the hope of getting a reasonable response.  Why is there such a huge gap between the freedom we allow to the men vis a vis the freedom we "grant" to the women? Why can men do as they please n why must girls stay within certain boundaries? Does it boil down to the simple fact of a guy's inability to get pregnant that works in his favour n is often in the eyes of his family his alibi to indulge in illicit acts or is there more to it?? Where is the equality we speak of in our constitution?

I hope that at least some men out there feel ashamed by now about  the ignorance they reflect in matters such as approaching a girl if they like her , their idea being to just claim that girl by either  stalking, chasing, humiliating or at last raping her. I shudder to think the kind of mindsets more n more young Indian boys  are being raised with. What exactly has gone wrong with the upbringing? And please don't tell me it's the western influence! If anything I"m grateful for the exposure to the western culture which in turn has helped create a sense of comparison in the minds of zillions of us , thus enabling us to question and override several superstitious beliefs, stigmas and to broaden and enrich our horizons, something that wouldn't have been possible if we were devoid of the knowledge of the lingua franca namely English  let alone other disadvantages!

Tell me this prey, how is it that no one pauses to question the upbringing of these boys who are so ruthlessly invoking havoc  in the lives of young girls n women be it through means of violence or emotional turmoil? What or who gives them the right to label a girl as sleazy or available just because she is wearing a skirt? Do they ever pause to think how it would feel if something as simple as their freedom to dress up as they wished were to be curtailed if it meant having their security under a threat? What if men were forbidden from smoking or drinking owing to the danger of being labeled characterless? What if they had to think twice before stepping out of the house n be constantly cautious of the time at which they leave n come back home? Do the men of my country have even the tiniest of awareness about how it feels to be stalked or to be letchered at? I know exceptions exist , as is true for any case and society but then what are these people who "understand" doing about it? No, you don't have to march out with hoards of people carrying vindictive slogans, nor must you create an NGO towards this cause or indulge in some other philanthropic act. I don't care if you make any of these grand gestures. But if you, young man, after reading my article become more mindful of your behaviour towards women, curtail yourself from looking upon them as sexual objects, treat not just the women in your family but also the one's you come across in your daily life with more respect, if you raise objection when a women is being exploited n offer support to her, if you show faith in a girl's intelligence n encourage her to study further n to handle the everyday hiccups on her own,  if you make a deliberate attempt to not stare piercingly at a girl when she's wearing shorts and don't act shocked or jump to conclusions when you see a woman in a bar or a seemingly male dominated area, then I would consider my purpose of writing this essay to have been served. I thank you and so do my sister's in india and world over.

They say that behind every successful man there's a woman. I say that this time we need you men behind us for this mission of creating gender sensitivity n equality shall fail without your support. We want  to be free , to feel like we can really breathe. We reach out to you for help.  Could you please cut away these fetters? I feel as if I would choke, we all do. Please hear my plea for help.

P.S. - I have some great guy friends, all Indian :p , so if you're an Indian guy reading this article..I request you to not take offence.  You may not belong to this category of men, in which case , great, please continue being an example setter for others :) thank you.

Damn i donno whats wrong with the font, will correct it all later!

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Little Sarah





Mama, "when will I be able to read? When will I manage to read it without your or papa's help?", enquired a 5 year old Sara with knitted eyebrows and pouted lips wit her school book in her hands. She was sitting on the marble floor for she loved the sensation produced by the cold marble floor against her skin. She heaved a deep sigh that echoed of her disappointment at not being able to make much sense of the different fonts and signs printed in an organized fashion on the pages before her. To Sarah, the dismay of not being able to read this book splashed with colourful images was as real as the one experienced by an adult upon encountering some random mishap.


Her mom who preffered to kill time or amuse herself with a variety of soap operas was rather engrossed in one to notice her daughter's complaint.She was now surfing through different channels.Sarah fixed her gaze upon her mother for it fascinated her to observe the dance of different colours as they reflected from the tv screen on her mother's iris. To her this little observation was far more interesting than any soap opera she could watch except maybe Heidi but that wasn't a soap opera, it was a cartoon, and a beautiful one at that!  


Little Sara's instinct told her that perhaps her mama was too tired to answer for she would often see her engaged in several household chores and marvelled at the strength and fondness of her mother for the same. The concept of duties was beyond her little mind's comprehension.


She glanced back at the printed pages and picked up her book. She caressed the smooth pages as if it were the hair of some barbie doll and savoured the intoxicating smell of her brand new book.She would later thank her brother for this discovery for if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have figured albeit a little later that the smell of new stationery is no less appealing than that of the scattered flowers she'd pick up from the pavement on her way back home from school.


After having toyed enough with her book she prostrated on the floor for it's coolness was rather inviting. She lay her cheek against the glaced paper. All dismay had washed off her face by now and instead, her lips were curved in a relaxed smile. Moments later, she transported into the world of dreams.She saw something beautiful. She was reading out different stories from a variety of books to a group of animal sitting around her in a circular manner. They were all looking at her in sheer awe. What seemed like a distant dream to her once, was apparently not distant anymore!

Monday, September 27, 2010

Where the winds may lead....

Destination matters not
Its the journey I care for
Just letting life hold your hand
And take you where it pleases

Could life ever, exciting be
If one could predict one's destiny?
And so the sciences of this world
Hold no more a charm for me

Astrology, Numerology I wished to learn
I yearned to know what the future held
Now it is the present that matters more
I fret not for what the next moment may bring.

Each day I unwrap a new gift from life
A challenge to be faced, a lesson to be learnt
A chance to witness different hues of this world,
to touch a life here, to bring a smile there!

As days advance into years, I age,I grow
I see, I hear, I realize,I know
I walk, I stumble, I fall , I rise
That's the summary of life I surmise.

Where the tides may turn
Where the winds may lead
Where my heart may nudge
There I shall be!!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

An Urdu Couplet


 
Wo kashish na hoti mehsoos jo hoti thi kabhi

Socha na tha halaat ke sath badlenge jazbat bhi kabhi

Ek daur wo tha tum pal mein samajh jate the mujhe

Ek daur ye hai tum rehte ho mujhse bujhe bujhe

Mujhe dil ke kareeb mante the tum kabhi

Mujhe mujhse behtar jante the tum kabhi

Jane kaise a gayin dooriyan darmiyan

Jane hue kaise do dost anjan

Yad a jata hai kabhi yun hi bhula koi lamha

Ek sama woh that aur ek ye hai sama......

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The Demon

There's a melody in my heart

That I've been yearning to sing

You've caged me long enough

Now let me spread my wings




I'm sick of your rules

I'm tired of your ways

I know I'll be sent for

I'm just counting my days



How can my fellow brethrens

Not see you for who you are?

How can they mistake your glitter

For the radiance of a star?




Your progeny is blind and deaf

Though they may have eyes and ears

They are fooled by the illusion

Their true voice they cannot hear.



You snatch away from them

All they hold close and dear

You numb their minds

With your silent savage spear.



They are unaware of your presence

They know not you exist

In the chalices of their hearts

You grow like a cyst.



I cannot recall when your

false words captured my soul

And gnawed at it unceasingly

Until I failed to feel whole.



How do I follow your kin?

For they themselves are lost

In having trusted you

They are paying a heavy cost.



I'd rather be called insane

Then be as sane as they are

For then I'd be trampled too

A little blossoming flower.



You've done enough damage

I can take no more

Help must be on its way

I prayed from my core.



Once I was naive

But now I know better

In paving my own way

I shall no longer deter.




Your tyrrany can't lost forever

Your day shall also come

Your game shall be busted

You will be undone.



O step away you beast and look

My mother awaits me

In her comforting presence

I shall learn of my destiny.



She will take me to a land

Where I can just Be.

I shall sing my song there

And set myself Free!























Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Sacred Vow



No memory to cherish

Few moments to enjoy


Her life was one

Bereft of Joy.


She was once

Timid and weak



People took advantage



Thought she was weak




Behing her laughter


She hid her sorrow


And ceased to believe

In a better tomorrow



Her dreams and hopes


Were dashed to the ground


To shackles of grief


She forever felt bound.


Once a princess


Nurtured with care


She had little clue

Of what she'll bear





Her pleas of justice

Often went unheard

An innocent lass


Became a caged bird.




Try as she might

She cannot succeed



To forgive him who



made her heart bleed



His words lured her

In him she was deceived

Her path grew rougher


Once she conceived.


He was perhaps


Riveted by her beauty


But soon forgot


All sense of duty.



Of her marriage today



She completes another year


Failing to smile

Her soul sheds a tear.




She's haunted till date


By echoes of past

She can't fathom why


The dice was so cast.






She knows not how

One blow after another

Didn't make her refuse



To walk any further.





Perhaps it was


A touch of Grace

Blessed by him who

Sets things in place.

P.S. - I am not sure how to correct the spacing for this poem. Blogger refuses to cooperate :( Have already tried several times, need to take a break now lol!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Tantrum




Cherie* Bishkeit* mom said in an altered tone – the one we often employ to talk to pets and kids. Funny thing is one doesn’t even have to make an effort, our speech distorts naturally in the process! She waived the biscuit before Cherie's eyes hoping that at least this attempt would prove successful. Cherie refused to budge. The idea was to entice her and get her to step out from beneath the dining table. That's one spot Cherie often chooses to seek refuge in case she wishes to sleep, or to leisurely eat a treat we may have offered. Also, if she wants to rest - which too often is the case with Labradors - or if she wants to spare being scolded for something she may have done to annoy mom. Apparently, Cherie and Rambo's Corolla virus vaccination was due. Mom couldn't find the time to visit the clinic and thus requested the veterinarian to send over her helpers or assistants. Sometimes convenience matters more than money!






The two fellows who came over were seated patiently on the sofa in the drawing room. At least they were done with Rambo. That, I suppose was the cause of the problem in the first place. It’s a popular joke amongst us all that Rambo in spite of being a male is more delicate than Cherie. The latter is quite rough and tuff! While mom held Rambo from his collar, Sonu- one of the helpers quickly pressed the injection in his posterior. Rambo whimpered but didn’t create any fuss. He’s the obedient one. Cherie saw it all and what else can you expect from a clever dog like her?! She figured that the only way to escape the pain of the needle was to avoid getting within their reach! She growled every time we made an attempt to hold her collar. Getting her to take vaccination seemed impossible! “Ma’am please take this muzzle”, Sonu uttered. He must have remembered how hard Cherie bit him last time when he tried to hold her steady as Dr.Pandey examined her for some ailment. It also explained why he didn’t make any effort to step near Cherie or help mom get a grip on her collar. Heck even my brother was cautious. Can't blame them. At times like these she does get unpredictable , something you normally don't expect from a Labrador!






Mom next brought a piece of chicken from the kitchen, convinced she had touched a weak spot. Her face bore a triumphant look. We don’t feed our pets much non vegetarian food so it usually holds a special attraction for them. Mom flashed the piece right below her nose thinking Cherie would find it hard to resist. But before she could grab it mom pulled the piece back. Cherie now sat upright on the floor, her head held high, her eyes alert, we often call it her royal pose. Her gaze was fixed on the piece, like a laser beam! She took calculated moves toward mom. Grabbing her collar or coat at this time was not possible . She hadn’t stepped away from the table completely. I could tell she was thinking “How can I snatch this piece without falling in their trap” Her face is quite expressive, perhaps it's her eyes. Besides it isn’t black like that of Rambo so it’s easier to read! ( chuckles ut the chicken piece in the center of the room now. We - the mute spectators observed keenly. Cherie did come forward. But before we could hold her collar she rushed back to her refuge. Her reflexes were quicker than ours.






The helpers thought it was a good idea for them to step out of the room. That may fool Cherie into thinking that they were gone. Mom switched off the lights of the room and stepped out too. Nothing happened. We were tired and irritated that mom had to coax Cherie so much. It was like pampering some stupid guy’s ego! I was squatting on the floor to see what she was doing beneath the table. "How about shoving the needle in her butt just like that!'' I said with an air of mischief to my brother. He laughed menacingly. He’s the one who teases Cherie the most and is often inventing silly tricks to do the same. My intention wasn’t to act inhuman. But mom had tried hard and I felt that she must have gotten tired by now. At least I was and I had done little save talking to Cherie two or three times to her in soothing tones! Besides the people from the vet’s clinic couldn’t wait forever. It amazed me to see how stubborn and clever a dog can be for the sake of its own comfort or maybe security. Made me wonder how humans are any different. All except mom stepped back into the room. A loud peal of doorbell caught us by surprise. Cherie rushed out swiftly. It took me a while to realize what had happened. I ran quickly to shut the door of the drawing room and that of the adjacent bedroom. I couldn't help but laugh. At last Mom’s ingenious trick worked! Cherie was finally caught in the trap.







I stepped out in the porch to see how things had taken shape. Mom held Cherie by her collar. Also, Cherie's neck was tucked between her legs ( not a very nice image! ) neck between her legs This was to ensure Cherie doesn't get even with Sonu as he gave her the vaccination. My brother on the other hand held her hind legs firmly. Sonu injected the needle within a matter of minutes. Cherie didn’t make any noise. I suppose owing to her thick coat and the quickness of the operation it didn’t cause her any pain. We heaved a sigh of relief. Everybody was smiling by now.
Mom remarked, “They are my own kids. I know what their habits and weaknesses are”. I think I sensed pride in her voice. For some reason I felt amused. Actually, she was right in a way. Cherie does have a habit of rushing towards the door everytime someone rings the doorbell in a quick succession. I tag such people as “The impatient visitors” ( winks) and many a times my own mom turns out to be one! (chuckles)
Mission Vaccination was finally accomplished.
I did have important work to do, one that didn't justify my observing this spectacle in the first place. But I can't imagine having missed this little dose of drama and excitement! ;)





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Bishkeit - Biscuit


Cherie - Pronounced as Sherry. At the time my sis and I brought Cherie home as a fat, fluffy puppy we were studying French. So when it was time to give her a name, we decided to put our extensive french vocab to use ;) The word means 'dear' in french. Later we learnt that it's an english name too ( Sherry) , so much for the french vocab lol.







Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Waiting...






I sit here in much pain





Trying to pen my fears but in vain





What if I don't achieve my goal?





The thought stirs my very soul.








What if you're not able to decide




For the spectrum of choices is quite wide




You question if you'd ever know




The direction in which you're supposed to go.











Never thought it'll be so hard





An inch to me seems a yard





mustering strength, guidance I await





But what if... it gets too late?









Detach from the outcome, I tell myself





While hunting for a book through the shelf





One that'll help distract my mind





And take me away from the daily grind.









Is this how a lover feels?





When before his beloved he kneels





How an actor feels during an audition





An athlete during a competition?









It is for a reason all are there





To vouch for the thing they really care





But what if in the end they come to realize





That they never truly desired the prize?

Saturday, September 5, 2009

I write therefore I am



Because there are...



Things to be said



Stories to be told



Hearts to be healed



Souls to be comforted



Knowledge to be shared



Lessons to be imparted



Values to be inculcated



Morals to be taught



Inspiration to be given



Joy to be spread



Courage to be applauded



Beauty to be admired



Kindness to be appreciated



Love to be expressed



Compassion to be shown



Paths to be discovered



Journeys to be discussed



Issues to be addressed



Gratitude to be offered




Glory to be found



These were the thoughts that sprung to my mind



When I questioned myself as to why I write



Thanks to a chance remark by a friend



The answer now is crystal clear



I write therefore I am!

Friends


Friends are quiet angels,
Send from heaven above.
They lift us when we fall
They fill our lives with love.

When we at some point in life
Sink in the abyss of sorrow
When its hard to tread ahead
And think of a better tomorrow

They hug us and whisper
Comforting words in our ears
They give us a shoulder to lean on
And wipe away our tears

They nudge us to move on
And give things a try
They’d do silly things to cheer us
For it pains them to see us cry


They are with us
When others aren’t
They say yes you can
When we think we can’t.

They trust us with their life
They know us in and out
They’re always there for us
We know without a doubt!

They take pride in us
Accept us for who we are
They see what we may overlook
Our potential to be a star

Pointless fights, counseling sessions
Stupid jokes, weird pranks
For all this and much more
With all my heart I say thanks

The seed of friendship once sown
Takes time and care to grow
Friends ask for nothing
Love is all you got to show.


Tourists in India




It isn’t unusual to spot a few foreigners in an area like Connaught Place or some five star hotel. Upon seeing them have you ever wondered as to what their impression of our country is? Ever felt like finding out what country they belong to or what their lives are like? I don’t know about you but I’ve been bitten by the curiosity bug upon several occasions. It’s fun to interact with people from different cultures, to hear their side of the story. Also, to learn about their perspectives on life and its different aspects. Though the length of the conversation one conducts with them varies depending upon how much you click with an individual.





It’s interesting to note how to a tourist (one from a different country) you sometimes come to represent everything your country and its people are. It’s as if you were the goodwill ambassador for your state or country. So, it never hurts to ask how their trip is going or if they need help with something. Imagine how that’ll make you feel if you were in the other person’s shoes. I am sure you’d appreciate the concern. Sometimes, just a few cheerful words and a smile can suffice. It can make someone’s day. And it’ll help make the other person feel less like an outsider or to put it more politely – a non native. Besides, you might as well be giving the other person a beautiful memory to cherish ;)





I remember speaking to a sweet Danish lady (too bad I don’t remember her name!) outside Sarvannah Bhawan in C.P. If you ever wish to lunch there better be prepared to wait in a queue. Seems like they are much in demand! It was scorching hot. While other people seemed to be getting somewhat restless, she waited patiently in a corner along with her two kids. She bore a calm expression on her face. I questioned if it didn’t bother her to wait for so long. Her husband as she told me was standing in the queue, waiting to book their table. She said she was willing to wait for she didn’t wish to leave without tasting the South Indian food S.B. had to offer. “I’ve been told it’s really good”, she uttered with an enthusiastic smile. My stomach grunted. I couldn't wait for my own turn now! I was feeling starved.





I then asked her about her travelling experience. Much to my surprise they had been staying in India for around three months. They were to leave the next day. It’s interesting how the paths of different souls coincide. I could have not met her. But I’m glad I did. The kids were quite cute especially her son whom she held close in her arms. He was around four years of age. She told me how tired he was of having his cheeks pulled by just about every person who chanced to speak to them. That was a major reason why he wished to return home soon unlike the girl (7 years) who seemed to be enjoying herself and basked in all the attention.




As regards her experience in India she said “Yes it smells (I guess she was referring to some places in particular) and yes they overcharge us but its great. The people have been very friendly” I was amazed to note how she took it all in a stride. Indians are known to be hospitable. And every time I get a confirmation of this fact, I feel proud of my nation and its citizens. I must confess I wasn’t expecting to hear a very positive feedback after the first few lines . Not because I’m a pessimist but because I'm aware that our country is still developing. The mushrooming population, ill managed traffic, cows grazing garbage instead of grass, littered roads (not all areas though) is something you don’t expect them to be used to.





Sorry to have presented such a grim picture but being a citizen it's my duty to weigh the pros and cons. And yes I know I have highlighted just the cons like some glum critic! If you were the host at a party I'm sure you'd take care that everything from food to furniture was upto the mark. You suddenly behave like a flaw detecting machine much to the amusement of the onlookers! Hope you see the point ( winks). It is however a matter of delight to share that most of the foreigners I’ve spoken to till date (online or in person) are all praises for the Indian culture and its values. I am not always observant and am often engrossed in my own thoughts. However if i do notice a few tourists I just smile silently ( can't always talk to everyone lol) and hope that when they leave , they have a lasting impression of India- a land of heritage imprinted on their mind.