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Saturday, November 19, 2016

DON'T MARRY...

Don't marry...

unless:

you're aware that marriage is a game, a game in which love hides behind some tree in a forest (by forest, I mean a web of situations, circumstances and ugh, relatives) and waits for you to find it...in short, love is lost in marriage every now and then like a mischievous child and you've to constantly look for it and when you do find it, you gotta cling on to it.

unless:

you're sure that you're ready to not just share the same bed, but to an extent, same thought process. of course, you dont want to spend all your life convincing each other and ensure you're on the same page for every damn thing.

unless:

you know its not going to always be what you want it to be, 'giving in' comes either agreeably or forcibly (in some situations, for the happiness of your spouse and his relatives)

unless:

you ain't planning to change the common definition of marriage and think lame like "its different in my case" or even worse "I'll change him"...if you think so, try to bring an end to your Alice-in-wonderland syndrome

unless:

you are ready to carry that MRS tag with you

unless:

you're marrying for companionship and believe in the 'until death do us apart' funda

unless:

marriage is not a source of income, a source of finding luxury...please have some balls and a lil respect to earn it yourself

unless:

you dont think marriage is the only thing left to do and you're bored to be single. You gotta marry when you're in love and cant imagine living without that person even for a minute...thats when you marry and not coz what will the society say if i am single...please, thats bullshit

unless:

you believe marriage works...marriage gives you the feeling that you're the only one needed in your spouse's life and he looks only upon you to be his companion at old age...which means, he enjoys your company and would love to talk to you when you both are old and alone.
When you find such a person...

DO MARRY (my blessings are with you ;)

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Coping with the Death of a Loved One

Nobody can be buried to an extent that they become a memory, a fragment of our memory. Isnt is ruthless? That the person we loved so much and who loved us even more is no more…what is ‘no more’ when they were alive were they ‘any less’? then whats with this thing called death…where does it take our loved ones?

What is the purpose of this life, in which, we come from nowhere land and disappear back there, after living half a dozen decades…yes, that’s how meagre it is, as it sounds…’half a dozen decades’. What do you want me to call it? LIFE? Isn’t that like giving too much weightage to these years…nothing but an experience for the soul, perhaps? Then why does it feel so much? Why does the pain exist…what I can see nothing but the face of my loved one and her voice is all I hear. The care, the love, the presence of her cannot just go away. Her scent, her motherly care, her affection is all is left of her…this world, this planet doesn’t need her? Is she a star? Why do we always look up when someone passes away, expecting them to be there somewhere when actually we left them on earth.

Is a person’s life equal to only some tear droplets? An entire lifetime of love now only a few tear drops. How can we just move on when all the person, once alive, did was to remember you, think about you and love you. Their full-stop is nothing but a small comma in our life sentence. That’s it? Well, a life sentence it is, ike in the jail terms…because all your remaining life will have this vacuum left that nobody else can fill…and it is a life sentence for it is full of loving memories that now give you pain.

RIP Nimu Maasi…Is all I have to say…and the things left unsaid are too painful to express…a knot in my heart…a knot! I miss you and I wish I told you I love you, before you left us. I wish you a life that is full of life. Your journey with us doesn’t end here…I will live your memories every day.

You recited the dohas and narrated the Ramayan epic to me…but I don’t remember any of it, just your face all lit up when I answered your question about the moral of the story…all I remember is the way you gave meaning to this epic and brought the characters alive. The bhajans you sang in your melodious voice was not a prayer for me, but an opportunity to hear you sing in trance for your diety. It was always about you, Maasi…ALWAYS! You may have forgotten your acts of kindness and love but as a child, all got imprinted on my mind and I know, what a beautiful person you were…I think the RIP is not for the ones who are gone but is even badly needed for the people whom you leave behind as their souls are in pain and I cannot rest in peace without that lump in my throat and sorrow in my heart.