Monday, November 03, 2014

The New Neighbourhood

Moving to a city is what I have wanted since long. Not because I didn’t like my old place. It’s great! But it’s a place more suitable for say.. retired people. Or maybe even dead people. The quiet and calm has a soothing effect but too much exposure to it could make any sane person feel as if they are going to lose it. It has the same eerie feeling that of entering a graveyard. Or maybe it’s the same routine every single day that does it. No matter where you are, if you follow the same time tabled life, it takes a toll on you some day. You might not realize it and only when you step out of it would you come to know you are in a much better space now.

So when I got this opportunity to move to a city, I welcomed it with wide open arms, gave the opportunity a tight squeeze till it couldn’t breathe any further. I was that happy! My friends asked me why I would want to move and that they would die to shift to a place like mine with the greenery and peace all around (something hard to find in the city). But I guess the grass is always greener on the other side? City people crave for a quieter life whereas people like me enjoy the hustle and bustle that comes with living in a city. For now, at least. Everything has a lifespan and who knows.. I might get bored of all this eventually and might want to venture out again to something new. Like they say, change is the only constant in anyone’s life.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Biological Clock and Societal Concerns

“Don’t you miss having a life?”

“Umm.. I feel very much alive at the moment”

“Every woman’s life is incomplete without marriage.”

(Too bored of this topic already) “Okay”

“Don’t you want kids? Your biological clock is ticking”

Now if I was half as witty as Preity Zinta in Kal Ho Naa Ho, I would have retorted “Well, you don’t need to get married to have children”, but instead I go:

“All this doesn’t bother me. I love my freedom right now. It’s awesome”

This dialogue of mine brings on such a compassionate “oh you poor thing” look which people usually reserve for patients diagnosed with an incurable disease. Then this is followed by a deep sigh which gives rise to a self-doubt of whether I truly have a deadly disease I was unaware of. And some souls are so fascinated with this biological clock (somehow I always picture it as something sparkly like a gold watch), I feel like taking it out from its secret chamber, wrapping it in glitter paper and gifting it to them.

.. Probably write a note “Here! For you to scrutinize and stare at all day long. With love.”

The society is in some sort of denial when it comes to your happiness. Being happy when you are unmarried is considered a myth. Being married for some time and still being very much in love is considered another myth!

Before marriage:
“You should get married. Life is incomplete without marriage. You will be happy”
“But I am happy!”
Society: “I refuse to believe”

Early stage of married life:
“Ok you need to have children. Life is incomplete without children.”
“But we are fine now”
Society: “I refuse to believe”

Few years of married life:
“I am so happy. I have been blessed with the perfect husband. We share a very loving relationship”
Society: ”Who’s she kidding?”


I don’t really get it. 

Friday, August 08, 2014

Yalla Habibi, Shlonak Ntha?

I was an NRI for more than half of my life, so it amuses me no end when I see new NRIs conversing in a language they mastered recently. I never found the need to talk to other Indians in Arabic when I was in Bahrain or Dubai so I do not really understand why there’s this new trend of showing off your newly acquired language skills to fellow Indians. And I have noticed how it's mostly prevalent among Indians in Europe.

Picture the scene in Queen when Rani (played by Kangana) visits her relatives in France along with Vijayalakshmi (played by Lisa Haydon). They are conversing in their mother tongue when all of a sudden their relatives decide to talk in French, quick to quote that they are now taking tuition classes for the same. Now shift your focus to Rani and Vijayalakshmi’s expressions. Do you see them going “Wow”? 





Of course not. These were the exact set of expressions I and my classmates shared back in school when our Indian-born French teachers used to chat with each other. That of amusement.

French sir #1: "Ma femme est si paresseux"
French sir #2: "Toutes les femmes sont les mêmes"
French sir#1: "Mais elle cuisine bien"
French sir#2: "Oui"
Students: "Do you think they are bitching about us?"

It’s totally understandable though if it’s a local you are interacting with and you NEED to converse in this new language for them to understand. But it’s not always the case. On Facebook itself, I see so many changes not just in the language used but also the name. I saw one “Maya” become “Màya” and a “Meenakshi” become “Mènaxi” as soon as they landed in Europe. And the worst part is, I am not even sure how their names are pronounced now. 

Thursday, August 07, 2014

Closed

"Only if my mind had a computer with an Internet connection, I would have blogged more often."

A dialogue I am constantly using nowadays when people ask me why I have not been blogging. And it's partly true. Even if it has been a year since I blogged anything (except at work where I am into blogging as well), my mind has never been idle and is always brimming with thoughts. There had been instances when I thought "hey, this would make a great blog post" but I am not sure if it was laziness or being tied up with so many things, I just never got around to doing it.

Another reason? I guess I have reached that point in life when I don't really find it necessary to blog about each and every aspect of my life. Maybe I have become more closed and private when it comes to talking about my life on a public platform. I still write to clear my head (it's so therapeutic) but now in an MS Word document. I am not sure if this change is maturity (as a friend claims) but it surely is a change.