Life, Eccentricities And Me

What could be more apocalyptic than an actual apocalypse? I donning a saree! Hold on before you let that smile adorn your face, there's still more to it. Being the most unladylike, I end up with the inability to comprehend nail paints, contours and hues adorning one's face, lip crayons (in fact I ended up breaking one of them in my sheer excitement to color my lips just the way my 3.5 year old toddler does on those innocent coloring books) ! I am the most unladylike of all the unladylike females out there. No wonder, my mother used to keep my hair style same from upper kg to class viii, as she was quite confident that I wouldn't rebel, for I did not possess the least fashion quotient to even  raise a voice of rebellion. All hell breaks loose on my folks a fortnight before the day I decide to wear a saree. They dread if I would return in it unharmed, all safe and secure. My sister who is the fashionista of our house hold, refuses to acknowledge my presence publicly, given

Yes, you read that right! The "other" woman in my husband's life and I thank God for her existence! The concept of the other, in our country is quite dreaded or subjected to hatred. But here the other woman who crowns my husband's life is someone for whom I have anything but hatred. She is someone who inspires me, teaches me to love and only love people around me, she by her attributes deviates  from a relationship that is so controversial in our country, by bringing in a great sense of joy and happiness. The other woman whom I am referring here is my husband's mother, my mother in law (the relation who is expected to be anything but good) or Amma as we all lovingly address her.  Post marriage, few of my friends and acquaintances had instilled in me, a belief that when you enter your husband's or in laws' house, you are already a stranger primarily due to biological reasons moreso when you are from a culture that isn't theirs! So as a bride I was quit

Dear Baba, Yes no fancy names but a simple way of addressing someone who's been and will always remain my idol forever, and eventually would stand as a benchmark to be met, each time I meet someone who claims to be a gentleman. Baba, an epitome of simplicity and patience (read, immeasurable amount, unperturbed, untouched by any grief or strife)! The faint silvers that adorn your hair are an evidence to years of experience coupled with an unparalleled wisdom and knowledge for practically everything one can fathom; and what's even better, your undying thirst for more knowledge, a keen interest to learn new approaches even if it means that's being imparted by individuals half your age! Baba, perhaps I have never shared this but unlike all children, my first ever teacher has been you, you have guided me, mentored me and made me what I am today! And I am quite proud of who I stand to be and secretly wish to make you proud too! Baba, you are an inspiration for all of us an

"All characters drawn parallel to, in the underneath write up are real; it bears clear resemblance to all the real life interpretations that they have and that this is no work of fiction." On the eve of "Jamai Shoshti" (a day to celebrate the son in law, who besides being fed the costliest and rarest of edibles, are also subjected to supreme care and love), it would be more than apt to talk about the community that perhaps leave their footprints on the entirety of the world population-The Bengalis/The Bongs. Being one, no one perhaps knows more than me or you might vouch to know in case you have had the privilege of knowing any fromthis species, for they leave a trail wherever they go. You are out on a exotic vacation and suddenly you sense a bong around because of some weird addressals that manages to pierce your ear drums, yes, we are loud, not in our mannerisms but by the way we challenge the noise pollution guardians! You are destined to chance upon some Benga