An informal trip to my future sasural... :)

We started our journey on Friday, as planned, but not as early as expected. Maa was busy preparing chappan bhog for the way. The road journey got way more exciting and fun coz of Nirav, my fiancé, who was our jester; we laughed all through the way. Reached Nagpur in the evening, dead tired, though only my brother drove all through the way!

 

Papa (sasur ji), who had booked 3 rooms for us in his company’s guest house, welcomed us with a warm smile and shine in his eyes. It’s always refreshing to see him. We were shown to our rooms and after resting for a bit, we 4 got all dressed up and went to my sasural for the first time. Chalo bhai pohonch gaye. Had simple dinner, we needed that, and bid our bye byes for the day… J

Next day, early in the morning, Nirav called and asked me to get ready. I did. He took me to a Gurudwara, where he used to go when low; then started my Nagpur darshan. On the way back, we got samosa, aloo bonda and jalebi for breakfast. Ah the scrumptious food.  Around 11ish, Nirav, my brother and I went to pick up my sister in law, who was our surprise to the family. Mumma (sasu maa) was shocked, then surprised then overwhelmed after seeing her daughter. It was a beautiful sight. We all had tears in our eyes.

Afternoon onwards started the shopping torture. Poor me. Tried n number of dresses for the reception party but couldn’t finalize one. Same was with Nirav. We really liked this one sherwani, in which he looked super hot, but was crazy expensive, so we didn’t buy it. Yes, budget does matter. The last shop we visited had some great stuff, but we were shit tired and had no energy left for any more trials.

Sunday morning, we marinated mushroom, paneer and chicken for the barbecue that was planned in the evening. Around afternoon, we again went to the last shop of Saturdays, and tried the stuff we had shortlisted. Nirav went first, and within 45 mins we got a three piece tux and the wedding sherwani for him. I must admit, he did look handsome in both of them. The attitude, with which he carried it, was definitely praiseworthy.

Ashwin, my brother, was the head chef for the night. He prepared the barbecue stand, lit the coal, and did pretty much everything. Their neighbor also helped. The food did take some time to be served, but once ready, everyone hogged like crazy and the first lot got over within a minute.

Our last day, Monday, we four youngsters went for lunch at Moksh looking for Hookah. It wasn’t available, but looking at the ambiance of the place we couldn’t leave. It was beautiful. Like a li’le version of Italy. While coming back home, we stopped at a bakery, where we got the most delicious rainbow cake everrrrr.

Everything about the trip was what I had always hoped for. There was road trip, fun, adventure, family time, food, surprise, games, bike ride (2 pair siblings on 2 bikes for breakfast), shopping, eating out, late night talks, and lots of laughter… Except their neighbor's daughter, who was super annoying, irritating and hyper as fuck! She spoiled two of my new (wore for the first time new) dresses with a ball pen, grrrrr… Bad and irresponsible parenting…

All well that ends well. I’m very happy that am getting such a wonderful family, who loves me so much. I don’t think I’d be crying much in my vidai… :D

Two Suns...

At times I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of an emotions ocean.

Yes, I am in a boat.

No, it is not sinking.

Yes, I have the oars.

No, I don’t know how to use it.

Yes, there is a storm.

No, but the clouds are blue.

Yes, I can go anywhere.

No, I don’t have a map.

It’s like there are many aspects of life in all different directions. There is always a destination that one has in their mind, yet they’re forbidden to do take that path. Actually, they don’t know how they would end up by taking that path. One might be super happy and wake up all happy and chirpy, or spend the day in gloom, wondering why one chose that destination.

There are 2 suns rising, and both are in different directions. If one steers their boat in one sun’s direction, the other will eventually fade away. The sun one would choose would protect and keep them happy, but the one they won’t pick, would burn them down to ashes. Either way, a part of that person dies.

Many people spend their lives in search of happiness, without knowing what is happiness? Is it making your mom’s dream come true, or is it having a lot of money, or is it simply doing things that give you a feel good factor. Each individual has different priorities, and no one but themselves can set it right.

While you’re still in the middle of the two suns, make up your mind, set your priorities right, know what you want in future, what would make you happy, make a pros and cons list for all it takes, decide… Enjoy the view till as long as you can, you might never see two suns again.

How I contributed to English language! :-p

I was giving communication skills training in my organisation, not as a part of my JD, but as a hobby. Not that I’m perfect in English, it’s just that I can differentiate between “didn’t know and didn’t knew”. My plant is located in a tiny town, 72 km from Delhi. One of my colleague and friend came to me and said “ma’am aap communication class start kar do” (“ma’am give us communication training”) and I thought to myself “wtf, Gaurav would have died laughing if he was around”. He is someone who once said “Tu beta angrezi bolna chord de, poore time uska rape karti rehti hai” (“Stop talking in English, you molest the language”).

I was reluctant at first but then my friends, later students, gave me a lot of confidence. For training them, I needed to prepare myself. That preparation taught me a lot, filled the gaps I had, and I overcame a fear of speaking in public. I never taught English, it was always way of communicating and correct grammar.

What I remember from my MBA classes is what we learnt through activities, and I wanted to use the same trick with my training sessions, so I kept 80% of them activity oriented. It was fun to see aged people acting and singing and dancing, and I could tell from their look that they enjoyed it too, felt younger and had more life in them than I had ever noticed before.

We did one activity where I made them write a letter to themselves 5 to 10 years later, where they would question themselves if they have reached their goals. Once we grow up, no one asks about our goals or ambitions, this letter made them rack their brains and think of what they want to do in their coming years. I had to show them the letter I wrote to 30 years old me, which was kinda funny, everyone laughed, but then they were lost in their thoughts. People asked about themselves about kids, and cars, and houses, etc. I gave them an envelop each, to put the letter in and asked them to open it on their X birthday, X being the age they wrote the letter to. Everyone does their work so monotonously that they forget what they are missing in life or what more do they want from their lives. They have a standard mugged up answer to the interview question “where do you see yourself 5/10 years from now”.

On the same lines we also did New Year eve’s plans and resolutions for the next year. Every single person wrote “I want to be a better person”, wow, do you think that you are bad now? I made all of them change it to something more practical and non vague.

For our Christmas class, I decided to wear red coat and a Santa hat. Hahaha nobody expected their trainer to get dressed like that in a corporate world. I made them pick chits with random words on it and they had to do a role play. Along with chits were chocolates for them, another surprise. This was one fun class.

  

I have seen drastic improvements in the way people now introduce themselves, talk on the phone, converse, and use their body language, and it feels amazing. One thing I didn’t get as a student was special attention coz I was an average grader, and so I knew that I had to help my weak students first, and it did happen. I am proud of those whom I had very little hopes from, after our first session. They worked harder than the good ones and their determination showed.

The training has got over and I kinda miss those 3 days every week… I thank them for keeping their patience... I hope they do well in life, and remember me when they see wrong grammar… :D

One life, many experiences... Mine were all travel related... :D

I like to travel solo, coz if I travel with someone, I feel responsible for that person in many ways, but when I’m alone, I’m a free bird. No, I’m not unsocial or antisocial, I make friends on the go, and trust me, and we remain friends for long.

I broke two bones of my left foot in an accident, and that never stopped me from going to places, so when someone gives me their stupid reasons of why they can’t travel alone, I tell them “dude, travelling is not for you and you are not made to travel, travellers don’t find excuses of not going, they look out for reasons for exploring new places” 

When I was in McLeo, I went to see the waterfall near Bhagsu and there was a group of 5 friends, hot shot Punjabi munde (guys), it was cold and snowing and they had some desi daaru (local liquor), I asked them with innocent eyes if I could have some and they were more than happy to share it with me. Also, my phone was out of juice, as there was no electricity the whole night coz of snowfall, so I asked them to click my pics and send them to me later, and they did.

 

While my last internship in Chandigarh I travelled a lot, and so I wanted my little brother to see a bit too. So I asked him to come down. I first took him to Shimla, then back to Chdg for the new year (2014) celebration, and then we went to McLeodganj. McLeo is one town which pulled me again, and this time I took my brother there; And as expected, he loved the li'le place as much as I did, he even liked a girl at Dal Lake, hehehe. :D

 

On my trip to Pondicherry, I had lunch with this firangi (foreigner) female, who was courageous enough to travel India alone. We spoke for long, had lunch together, but in silence, called for separate bills, and exchanged only names. That was a memory I’d forever treasure. It was like I was alone, yet not lonely.

During my last trip to Shimla, I walked around 6 km, one and a half months after my plaster came off. I travelled to Kufri, did Yak and Horse riding, wore traditional dress and got a pic clicked, all alone. lol. After coming back to Shimla to catch my bus at night, I was sitting in a CCD to kill time, and I randomly started talking to this really handsome guy, and later got to know that we shared the same taste in music and books, and he liked to travel alone too. We shared a pizza. <3 o:p="">

I love you handsome and sexy Captain S. ;)


   

What you do to me...

A strange feeling whirls up in my tummy,
A little smile captures my lips,
A starlike twinkle in my eyes,
A pink blush decorates my cheeks.
What there in that smile of yours,
That made me go all numb,
You sore my heart with your desire,
You fill my mind with all your thoughts,
You've given me a reason to live and love,
And i will forever do...

A confused state of mind ...

Thought a lot before writing this one... This may spoil my relations with many people and mend with many... I'm not pointing out anyone in particular, so no offence to anyone... I've realised that when i used to speak to everyone, no matter what, i had friends, but when i was quite and really wanted to speak my heart out, i found i was all alone in the whole big world... People i used to call my friends showed their backs to me and i was left all so alone... Someone said it right, when you are sad and alone even your shadow leaves you alone, i completely agree to it now... Personal experiences... I got so involved with people i used to call my friends, that i let them lead my life for me, i can't blame them or anything but i was a fool to let this happen to me ... Anyways i won't let this happen again ...
I should have listened to my mum, she warned me about the future and call is looking into the future or whatever she told me what was going to happen if i go on the wrong path, which i generally took... And as a result, i paid the price for my mistakes ...
I listen to my heart and not my mind, guess that's my mistake... I had a real bad crush on this guy when i was in my 10th standard, infact he was my first crush, but i could not tell him 'coz he was a senior, i still have the chocolate wrapper he threw when he walked passed me not even noticing that i was standing there... I found him on orkut one fine day and told him how i felt, and we became friends, and while chatting on yahoo once i switched on my cam and he then told me how pretty i looked, i was almost on cloud 9, 6th heaven or call it by any name, the happiest person on earth... From that point of time, i made a mental note of this fact that i have to tell the person i have a crush on, hey common everyone has the right to know how special they are for someone they don't even know exists ...
I do everything that i want to... I don't want to regret on my death bed that i could not do something i wanted to... Be it talking to wrong people or confession my crush to my crush... I'll learn from my mistakes, won't repeat them, but make some more... :-p

For you my love ...

Tried to tell you many times,
But everytime I looked into your eyes,
I forgot everything but looking at you.


Wanted to speak out how I feel,
But my tongue went numb and i lost my words,
I forgot everything but listening to you.

Wanted to touch you like feather,
But my hands retreated, dunno why,
I forgot everything but the feel of your touch.

Thought of keeping your smell forever,
But where ever i went i only smelt you,
I forgot everything but the smell of your breath.

Wished to be with you forever,
But fate was not with me,
I forgot everything but spending time with you...