The Closet

I have heard very often, people saying that they are an open book.I really can't understand the fact of being an open book.How could we be an open book where any body can just walk in and turn the pages, read the pages, write into that book also few of the times they might tear the pages as well?!!!! Don't the ones who care for me,struggle for my happiness and also can do everything possible to keep me happy and safe deserve a special treatment? Shouldn't that book be only accessible to them with full access control?Where I have the privilege to believe that the book will never get smashed though few of the times due to some reasons or constraints the pages of the book might  get scribbled.That is the reason why until now only a few lucky people have managed to know that behind this calm,patient,understanding and boring Roohi there is another Roohi who is very impatient, very much stupid , makes a hell lot of noise so that neighbors can come complaining, takes stupid decisions and is such a fun to be around..:D And I do miss few of them a lot and few lucky ones are still there with me to make me feel the luckiest..:):)

My view on Working woman Vs Non Working woman

Found this article in one of the FB pages and read it because of the  interesting caption..It said,"Chetan Bhagat's column on working women - Girls should read, but boys MUST read. Click here”

 http://goo.gl/IFpLn

This article discusses about the pros and cons of marrying a working women over a non working women. Well, I found the article completely biased. I did go through the comments, I found most of them biased as well. Girls screaming, yeah Chetan... You are absolutely right ,  mentality of guys in India definitely needs to change. Guys screaming, what the crap Chetan is trying to tell us? Does not a girl's father look only for a groom who is earning a handsome salary? So, why shouldn't a guy who is earning a good amount of money and is from a well to do family would have the desire to marry a non-working woman?

Well, I am not sure where exactly my opinion falls..Whether it is biased or neutral? I leave it up to you to decide.

 Let us analyze the case where a guy marries a working lady who does not know to cook.

He could be benefitted with following scenarios.

      
a)  His wife would definitely be able to understand his work pressure and relate to his official problems better  than a housewife.

      b)  She would help him strengthening the family financial infrastructure.

      c)  The most important benefit, she will be a confident lady who would be able to take the right decisions on her own and this quality she in turn is going to transfer to her children.

If you have gone through the above article of Chetan Bhagat, you would feel that, I am almost sounding like him. Well, I do agree I am. Let us not discuss the limitations of a guy marrying a working lady who does not know to cook.

Now, coming to the other scenario where a guy marries a non-working lady.

He could be benefited with following scenarios.

  
a ) He could get three different kind of curries on his dinner table instead of getting only one.

      b)  His house would be much cleaner.

      c)  She would be devoting almost her entire time on her children and family.

I can’t think of any other benefit here. If you can please add it. Again, let us not discuss the limitations of a guy marrying a non-working lady.

Now, let us discuss the scenario where a guy marries a working lady who also knows to cook.

He could be benefitted with following scenarios.

a) His wife should be able to understand his office politics better when compared to a house wife.

Let us go into a little depth here. A house wife would be waiting whole day for her husband(who had a very tiresome day in his office today) to come back home. Once he comes back, she would be expecting at least some kind of attention for her from him. He comes home and says, khana lagao, badi bhookh lagi hai and after having the dinner goes to sleep. Chances are there that he forgets to complement her for providing him such a nice food, in other words he forgets to say “khana achha tha”. Don’t you think, someday all these things together are going to agitate her and she would start complaining about her own life? Once she starts feeling that, you can guess where exactly will their life end. She would be losing interest in her own life. Basically, until you yourself are happy and satisfied with your own life, you can’t keep others associated with your life happy.  

Where as a working lady would never have such a strong sentiments towards these minute details. Ideally, she should be able to understand that her husband had a tiresome day today and hence was not able to devote even 10 minutes for her. I would like to emphasize here that, whenever a husband gets even an half an hour off from his busy schedule, he should try to devote it to his wife. This effort should always be there. You never know, this small effort could be the reason for his working wife to make her feel that “yeah, we both are still together”.   

Well, a tip for committed guys, irrespective of your tiresome day, you should never forget to complement your wife for providing you such a tasty food.

b) His wife will be transferring her cooking skills as well to their daughter along with her confidence and independence.

Well, children do learn from the things going on around them. If they see, their Mom not cooking for them, they in turn are not going to cook for their family as well which in future is going to increase your monthly family budget. You will find out that a vast amount of your salary is being spent on restaurant bills.

And, last but not the least, adjustment does matter. A husband should always be ready to help his wife in kitchen, if required. A wife should always know to cook either she is working or not working. Also, a working lady should be able to switch her roles. There might time come, where she would only be required to play the role of a mother or a daughter or a daughter in law. She should be able to cope up with such scenarios.

And , who the hell in this world likes a restaurant food? I would always prefer the food which my mother cooked for me over the restaurant food. So, ladies learn to cook at least for yourself. Why, so much fuss over it? I agree, it requires extra efforts from your side as you need to balance both your office stuff and kitchen as well. But then, this effort in turn results into an attractive goody pack which do contain happiness and satisfaction of your family…Think about itJ   

Juice wale uncle

It’s Saturday and it’s special because it’s a weekend, isn’t it? Now that the weekend has come and I don’t have any plans as such for today, I woke up almost at 11:15 AM. Yeah, I love sleeping the most, if I am allowed to. Thanks to my flexible office timings, I could almost sleep till 8:00 AM during week days.

The very first thing which I do after waking up is approach the shelf near by the window where tooth brush and COLGATE paste are kept. (Free advertisement of Colgate…:D). Since, the shelf is near by the window, sometimes intentionally, more often unintentionally, I look over the things going on outside the window. During weekdays, I notice an already watered small green plant just across the road and the closed FANTASY Mall. During weekends, such as today, I notice the same plant, the opened FANTASY Mall and additionally a juice wale uncle with a wooden stall along with his beach umbrella and a chair who get settles near by the small green plant.

I have been observing that Juice wale uncle since the time I have started living in this PG(For the ones who are confused, what does a PG mean, It’s abbreviation for Paying Guest). I am still not sure, what is it exactly different about him which made me write. He is an upper middle aged man with wheatish complexion and an athletic body with a height of almost 5’7”. The most weird or unusual thing I have noticed about him is that he never smiles. He comes with his stall at almost 9:00 AM every morning, opens up his beach umbrella and starts working. I have never seen him gossiping with the customers un- necessarily. That’s kind of weird, isn’t it? I mean I avoid talking to people whenever I am very sad. So, does this mean he is always unhappy and dejected from life?

Since, assuming things in life is not a good practice, I thought it would not be a bad idea to go have a glass of juice and in turn talk to him for a while. Let me tell you, though I do not hate lime(in hindi, it’s called Mausami ) juice but I do not like it either.. Luckily when I went to have the juice, he also had oranges in his stock.I asked for an orange juice. While, he was peeling oranges, I tried starting a conversation with him.

I asked “Uncle, aap kahan se ho?”

He answered “Banaras janti ho tum?Prayag ke pass, vahin se.”

I answered ”Haan Uncle, jaanti hun, mere ghar se jyada door nahi hai.”

As expected, he did ask the next question but without any interest, just for formality.( This is how I felt, I might be wrong..May be that would be the part of his nature and would be a no big deal for the people living with him.)

He asked ”Tum kahan se ho?”

I answered ”Patna jante ho aap?Vahin se..”

I did see a feeling of excitement though for not more than 1 micro second on his face while saying, “vo to hamare Varanasi se kaafi paas hai, nahi?”

By now, I had the orange juice in my hand.

I answered ”Haan Uncle, paas hai.”

Since we both agreed that our houses are very near, I should have called him to visit my home once, if only he gets to visit Patna ever. But never mind, I will do it next time.

I finished the juice and asked “Kitna hua?”

He answered” 12 Rupees.” Point to be noted, he said 12 rupees, he didn’t say, 12 rupaye. And, I don’t like people who start and even continue their conversation in English especially if they held up from a Hindi originated place. I tend to take it as a show off. Anyway, Juice wale uncle had not done anything as such to that extent; I tried ignoring his 12 Rupees answer. By now, I had finished my juice. I crushed the plastic glass, dumped it into the dustbin and came back.

Clearly, I couldn’t get the answer for my curiosity. In fact, I didn’t feel it would be appropriate to ask any such type of question to him, given that I was a complete stranger to him. I realized, in order to get the answer for my question, I will have to be a regular customer of his. So, I am just waiting for the season of oranges to come back…:)

Those precious pearls...:)

The photo reminds me of the little angel who was born on Thursday, 25th of December 1997 exactly at 8 PM.That December night was obviously a cool and chilled night.I had the chance to meet that angel only on 26th morning.It was my first experience to feel and touch such a sweet and beautiful thing.

I was unable to express my emotions and sentiments.I didn't try to hold that baby neither did I try to touch her.I was afraid, I might hurt her.After few minutes Mom asked, do you wanna hold her in your lap?I said, I can try.She carefully placed that little angel in my lap.

There she was, in front of me.Just like a ball of cotton-soft, smooth and fragile.That milky white complexion,those pretty dark black eyes and the sweet smile of her's was giving me a strange feeling.Undoubtedly a pleasant one..But how do I express that feeling!!!I had never seen such a small baby before...!!!I kept on staring at her and she kept on smiling.Gosh!that toothless smile was so very cute. I told my Mom, Mummy look at her toes,they are just like 10 small pearls.Aren't they? For me they indeed were small pearls. Perfectly shaped small spheres as if they are meant to be the pearls.Then I looked at her fingers.I forcefully kept my index finger among her right hand fingers as she kept her fist closed with the full force.I could feel the touch of her fingers.Again, how do I express this feeling!!!

All this while,My Mom didn't say anything.I guess she herself was enjoying the happiness and joy which was shown on her elder's daughter face while  holding her younger daughter.

Then suddenly she said "Roohi, go out of this room as quickly as you can.If somebody sees you in here, you will have to take bath.I don't want you to take bath in this chilled morning as you are already not well."

Though I came out of that room giving that angel back to Mom but still I couldn't forget those small pearls...:)Where can I find those? I guess, Nowhere!!!! :)

A dream unseen coming true...

We have often heard stories about a highly anticipated or ambitious or the most desirable dream coming true.

But this one is something different and is about a dream unseen coming true.

The story begins in 1997.

There was a girl of around 10 years old. She used to live in a small city with her family.

In that city, during summer season, power outage was a normal phenomenon.

That small girl used to sleep on the terrace with her Mom or Dad during those nights of power outage.

Few of the times she would see, aeroplanes flying in the sky right among those twinkling stars.

Every time that small girl used to see those airplanes, she used to question her Mom "Mummy us aeroplane me baithe logon ko kitna achha feel hota hoga na!!!!Kitni uunchaai pe hain vo!!!!Darr bhi lagta hoga kya unhe!!!! and her Mom had the same answer each time the small girl asked this question.

Her Mom would say "Usme baithne ke bahot paise lagte hain.Padhaai to tum karti nahi ho,bina padhai ke paise nahi aayenge.Isiliye, usme baith nahi paogi."

After listening this statement, that small girl could not say anything and prefer to keep mum.

Few years passed,everything remained same..power outages,aeroplanes flying in the sky,twinkling stars and the small girl sleeping beneath the sky with her Mom and Dad except one thing that now the small girl would never ask that question every time she would see the aeroplanes passing through her terrace.

She preferred to stop thinking about the excitement of people siting in that aeroplane at a height of approximately 35000 feet above sea level rather than studying hard.

The former was much easier for her than the latter.

Then came April 2010.

There was the same girl now of age around 23 years, sitting in a jet airways flight at the similar height of approximately 35000 feet above sea level beneath the clouds and among the stars.

Oops, I forgot to mention the flight tickets she had bought were from her own salary.

At approximately 10 PM IST, Kolkata seemed to be celebrating Diwali with all those lights glowing in every houses while she was flying to her home town for Holi.

Then in 2011 and 2012, she also came to know, how it feels like being among the sky and up in the air from Delhi and Mumbai as well, still many more to go.

Hope, some day she would buy a chopper of her own. Though she never dreams of it.You see, many times dreams unseen also comes true....:)

And all this was possible because of her loving Mom and Dad and last but not the least her friends.

How could she forget mentioning the contribution of her friends in her flying up in the sky. They are the one who made her believe that she is capable of flying where as the capacity of flying was undoubtedly provided by her parents..:)

She does dream of some day sitting with them in her own chopper enjoying music and eating pizza...

You see, Roohi loves pizza a lot...:D:D