From the Columns to blogs.

Everyone has sometime in their life played a role of a psychologist. And who else can be treated for free, apart from the poor needy friends calling you out when in trouble. Little we realize that we are not being asked for advice but just to lend ears.

Men certainly don’t enjoy this task of entertaining the way women do (no offence ladies). And I can see why agony aunts came to picture, I really wonder if ever a man wanted to be such a columnist!

Though I personally detest the agony aunt advices; such columns can still catch your attention and that’s what Pooja Bedi is doing for Femina magazine and Times of India (city editions). Being a columnist to such an outline she herself is a person with the most impossibly troubled life to which she has a rich and famous dad to make it all disappear. Though she doesn’t spare her father from being an example of someone who is dating a woman 15 years younger to him (I truly sympathise the readers).

I happen to come across certain columns (Time of India website) on relationships and a minute later I was shuffling from one to another topic, I couldn’t believe I was reading every possible column I thought I can relate to or found myself curious to. Mentally I knew the discussion were baseless and meant to create more hype than pacify the doubts. In addition the comments from readers brought shame to the writers and also to the website publishing those post and comments.

Undoubtedly a few columnists have no clue of what they want to convey or what exactly they are trying to claim and on what base. Indian columnist can be so irritating that they can be awarded for same. Major articles are so much inspired by the foreign land that they don’t even bother about the analysis they give over a particular topic; which is performed by some foreign university for their own people and henceforth one can’t compare two different countries whose people have extreme way of living.

Rather I would like following certain bloggers than any columnist. Because bloggers connect you to any nook and corner of the world with just the same thought of sharing the knowledge and observation, they don’t try to prove anything but come up with the storm that builds up in their mind – a common man’s mind.


- Jayshree

Chocolate mousse and more ...

A beautiful day is that begins with his phone call and a promise to meet. Some time spend at a book store searching for books and a little fun over book written over men psychology..... A teasing laugh and he is all smiles at you...

Tired feet’s  and a craving heart pulls you to a store named Chocolate room and as you enter you smell chocolate in the air and  have love at your side.

A cuppa chocolate mousse is shared and you feel heavenly. Evening ends with our first candle light dinner planned by him. Surprises can never be as marvellous.

-Jayshree

Monsoon I hate you ...

He came home drenched, cursing the rains and threw his office bag around the couch. He left for his room to change not noticing her standing at the corner holding a towel; neither had he observed the aroma of hot rich coffee filled in his house which he loved so much just like rains.

Image of soaked Rihaan waiting outside her office with a parcel of Chinese food in his hands, he flashed a sparkling smile at her the moment she became visible from the crowd. They both took hand in hand and walked towards the auto-riskshaw stand to reach his apartment. They had spend good time together before letting their parents know about their decision to marry which their family excepted happily.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care but now it wasn’t the same either. He was busy at work and so was she; it was long time when they had a romantic dinner or a pleasant talk. The strange thing was that they didn’t see the distance it had created in their relationship and neither of them tried to bring the lost love back.

A few days before Rihaan got his promotion along with an urgent requirement to travel to Sydney for the project the very next morning, and the moment he came to know it he decided to take Neeti along with him. He arranged for her tickets on phone, bought a bunch of orchids her favourite and a bottle of wine to celebrate. On the way home he suddenly realized he was enjoying this setup of celebrating it with her; the love of his life. There was excitement to reach her soon grab her in his arms and share the news to which she would have the brightest smile and shall reward him with a kiss. The more he thought he got excited like some school boy.

He reached home and the moment he entered he found her fuming on the phone call. His eagerness mellowed down at the sight, and he went to her and asked her what was wrong. She pressed the phone harshly and loudly told him ‘Why does it matter to you even if anything is wrong? Have you been around me lately to see even I was alright?’ His senses suddenly got hit with the reality, the bad time their relationship was going through.

He left the flowers on the table and apologized to her for bothering her in the conversation. To which she got furious and embarrassed both, lowering her volume and anger she got back to the call she was on with the staff member.

The morning brightness had already been peeking through the window curtains and Neeti decided to take some sleep before she began for the day and she went to the room not noticing the travel bag out and packed.

Rihaan had left for Sydney leaving her a note of explanation of his absence; she was taken aback and humiliated of her behaviour last night. Neeti observed a ticket lying on the table; it was hers. She had tears streaming through her eyes, she knew they both had been ignoring each other for some reasons unknown but their love was still alive playing hide and seek. She wanted to be with him, apologize for how she behaved and also wanted to know the reasons for his distance, she wanted him back and wanted to know if he wanted her too. But this had to wait now for a week until Rihaan comes back. Memories of their beautiful yesterday caught her present and left a message on his phone saying “I love monsoon but not without you”.

The house was all brighten up with candles and aroma of coffee making it a perfect monsoon evening. The drizzling of rain on the window panes, the smell of wet sand and wait was making it gloomy for her. She was standing at her window gazing out at the road and waiting for him. Neeti knew monsoon without Rihaan was as depressing as her life without his presence around her.

She was still waiting for him cursing the rains she said ‘Monsoon I hate you’ and sudden sound of door bell quickened her heart beats and she knew it was him.

She opened the door to see him standing with a bunch of orchids in his hands.

- Jayshree

Straight hairs or Wavy ?

Wavy hairs are back.... Cant wait to get my straightening look again. Well now this has to wait till December.

Though as of now summers are killing the feel to enjoy this ruffled look.

The Chosen One (Part 2)

The coming: How is it when you read out some newspaper aloud? I was exactly doing that for him (dad) and he was quietly observing. I had received an interest from a profile (on shaadi.com) though the family belonged to Ahmedabad the guy lived in Japan; my first reaction was ‘Dad who lives in Japan?’ I giggled to which my dad gave me a get serious look and asked me to read out more details. I read the profile for him (slowly and repeating everything twice) the task was done and I asked him “kya karna hai” (what to do?). The most unexpected reaction from him was to accept the profile’s interest (I was like huh?) and this one was my life changing decision.

My dad’s vision: My father has been always against of me getting married to any NRI, rather he has always strongly expressed his disapproval with the parents who do so for their daughters (and now here he is in the same league). He has a strong bond with me; he declares me to be his elder son (I take this proudly) and has always wanted me to stay around him. But I have been a little explorer kinds I use to silently tell myself that even though I get married to someone in India, I’ll once want to stay in some other country and have the feel. Never had I known that I’ll be heard by the almighty.

Permission: His parents called mine; they talked and decided to meet once. They met. Felt positive. My dad thought I should consider this profile. I was like really? (I mean REALLY?????). Because he stayed in Japan and I was least aware of this place. I went online to read his profile again, re-read it almost as many times possible. And there was something that was holding my attention to it.

We were informed that Boney was coming to India in a month’s time, so would it be ok that we both should be allowed to talk on the phone for a while before we meet, to this my dad agreed and we had our first conversation on Friday (23^rd March) and our phone call went on for more than an hour and a half (surprising?). We started exchanging emails and ofcourse we kept appreciating each other for every little thing that was cool or crazy ... lol

Days passing through: With days passing by I found myself searching about the city Tokyo, its culture, language, people etc.... And to a point the place dint mattered anymore. With the time difference always playing havoc we still managed to keep in touch every single day. Boney was supposed to be in India on 28^th of April late night.

We met: On 29^th April 2012 we were supposed to meet and by the evening and my tension was at its high as the time was approaching. This was the first time I was going to meet a man in person in concern to marriage prospect. And the moment came when I had to face him; I will be hopelessly honest here that I was behaving like some chicken and to my amazement he was at so much of ease. Infact I would say that he was observing this afraid little chicken with delight.

We talked and our parents found that had they had finally made a pair; without wasting even a day our families made the decision with our concern. Two happy families gave us their blessings.

Shagun Zindagi ka: The shagun was exchanged and we were no more single and looking. We had found each other in the crowd of millions. Two different people who had similar choices and aimed to explore the life. Also a note of thanks to the world of internet that got us together from two extreme corners of the world. 

Jayshree & Boney

This is just a beginning of a bright and happy life. Blessing and love is what I seek from my people J

The Chosen One (Part 1)

With every feeling that I am sharing here is an effort to keep all my precious memories safe somewhere, which are easy to access and also a way to share it with my loved ones.

While the whole world (ofcourse I mean family & friends) around me was curious to set me up soon with some real nice guy, my parents were easy though sometimes just like any usual Indian parents who were extra curious and impatient too. With time in my hands and equal support from my parents I was taking my own time to settle down. I knew I wouldn’t want to be pushed but also I was willing to get hooked up to a man my dad finds suitable for me (oh! Yes I knew my dad will have a major role here).

With days passing by every other relative was interested to know of what was happening at my end. Infact friends who were already dating or were committed thought of me like I was left out. Me being me, I dint give up easily and patience is a gift which I esteem so much here. There was something in me which knew from the very beginning that I would like to be in a arrange marriage set up, for love had to come along with real commitments and an intuition which I never found. So I’ll be hopelessly honest here that I never found myself falling for love infact I always waited for love to find me. (I plan a detailed blog about this in future; I feel I have so much to say about for this whole thing).

I was registered with a matrimonial site. And also a few mediators had me listed me as a possible next bride to be (sounds funny but the situations were never). The search on the matrimonial site was usually a task for me, there were days when dad use to yell at me for not taking a look at the profiles and wasting time on internet doing nothing (well doing nothing on the internet itself is doing something :P) and I still remember how in haste I use to check all the possible profile in a day’s time and short list it for him to have a look (which again took almost a week for him to come and decide the few). I use to feel pity for myself, ofcourse if I was to do the search this way then why wasn’t I informed beforehand (don’t look with at this with a raised eyebrow; I just happen to think like this). Rejecting profiles was like some easy job (not that they were waste, but most of them were so obviously going to meet the trash).

  

Calls from every possible corner of the world, possibly of my caste - inter caste, classy jobs – crazy jobs, jobs or no jobs (yep laugh it out) single and looking – single and parents looking (huh?) parents calling – the guy himself calling (yep), looking for a traditional girl – looking for a modern girl (I wonder what men have in their mind), working girl – not working girl ‘read homely’ (now wasn’t that a little too salty for the tongue indeed a homemaker is equal to a working woman).

I have read the craziest profiles, much unrealistic ones; here I am to show it off profiles.... Finding a real one was like ‘huh, are you joking’ still I was there not really sure of finding the one who was somewhere out there for me.

With days passing through I never really thought myself getting committed to anyone, I still had an intuition of this taking its own good time, but who knew that the day was not as far.

The time when you are waiting for the one is the actually the longest one compared to the one you spend after you have found them, though we happen to overlook it thinking let the bygones be bygones.

The journey has just begun, stick around and I’ll post the part 2 soon.

1st June 2012

Blogging blogging here I come...

Finally mom is back form Lucknow, oh yes she went to her native place after 7 years. A much deserved visit for her and a chance to see the city again were she was born and brought up.

Things are settling up, with time I have accepted the newness of my life and so far trying my best to balance the act. Though sometimes it’s extra stressful and makes me furious but I guess this needs more stability from my end.

Hopefully I shall get to hit the gym regularly and positively follow a good diet (ofcourse I plan to look fabulous on my wedding)... (Confession time) Mum is life line to my diet plan and now that she is back I am looking forward to it... It’s been more than 2 months (time from Dharmesh’s exam preparation started) that I took care of myself.

I also plan to catch up with my girl gang, honestly hats off to them that without any complain they have given me my time and space to adjust with the new changes of my life, indeed I end up getting  lovely messages from them to say how happy they are  for me.

My showroom needs my foremost attention, and also the feel of the authority is so much missing (wwoooppppsss wasn’t that too blunt  ;) ).

Looking forward for a jovial & promising June ;) Wish me luck.