Monday, August 17, 2015

Marriages Can Be Fun !!!

 
A Great Marriage is not when the “perfect couple” comes together. It is when the imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences. :)
 
As far as the saying goes I really feel there is no such thing as a perfect couple. There are just people with great attitudes towards the commitment called Marriage.
Perfect Marriages result from Perfect attitudes
Marriages work when you keep each other’s happiness on highest priority. They don’t work on sacrifice. Rather they work on the simple principles of management and more importantly friendship and team work. Marriage is not about providing service. Rather it’s about companionship which comes from being a close witness to each other’s life, caring for each other, laughing at silly things and keeping a common agenda that’s to make each other happy. Anyhow!
Staying married is not a successful marriage. Rather Being happy in a marriage is a successful marriage.
 
Surviving the World First
 
First of all, every human-being should be trained in basic survival skills irrespective of the fact whether they want to get married or not. Survival skills include:
·         Personal Hygiene like brushing teeth at least twice a day and taking bath, wearing clean   clothes.
·         Keeping the house organized and clean.
·         Exercise
·         To be able to Cook a good nutritious meal for 4.
·         Banking Skills
·         Travel skills
·         General Awareness
·         IT skills
For example both the partners should know how to book tickets online, how to drive, how to cook and how to do banking etc. If both partners are well versed with the basic nuances of surviving in the world then each can contribute and be an ASSET and not a liability. For example if one partner doesn’t know how to drive then the other partner can never take a break from driving and on the other hand you are eternally dependent plus can never experience the blessings of being on your own. Driving is one of the key survival skills in today’s world.
Also every member in the family must sincerely try to contribute financially. Everyone has to understand that the world runs on Money. An outing, shopping, schooling, ice cream, gold, foreign trips you name it and it cannot be free from the monetary aspect. Even the so-called free things have hidden costs. You might want to schedule things on Google Calendar since it’s free but can you use it without the broadband or Data connection? Answer is No.
 
Children from a very young age should be taught the importance of earning. I am not defending Child Labour but I certainly feel that children have immense energy which is not tapped for something productive. They waste a lot of time watching bogus serials on Cartoon Channels and playing stupid games with friends whereas with their kind of energy they can contribute much more. They are quick learners and really enjoy productive pursuits.
 
Segregating your Family life and Professional life
The family or inmates of a house should treat the house as their own. Once you enter your home, you must leave behind your professional designations. You might be a Prime Minister or a Super Star for the world but for your kids your being their Dad or Mom means everything to them. They don’t need your authority.
One should be happy to play a mom, a daughter, a father or a husband and shed all authority and power outside the door and come in without any dominance surrendering oneself to participate and contribute to make every moment a happy one.
 
Avoidable Disagreements and Cat Fights
Fights in marriages can be broadly classified into:
·         Division of labour
·         Finances
·         Extended Families
If the basis of the relationship is friendship and understanding, no issue is big enough. When you operate as a team, every social obligation, every family responsibility, every crisis can be dealt with successfully. Again one needs to understand that they both belong to the same team.
If one drops a catch it’s the team that loses the match.
 
The thing is there is only one long term solution to problems i.e. Fairplay! If you take fair decisions they will always keep the trust intact. For example, If you are biased towards your family and friends and give second hand treatment to your partner’s family and friends there will be an air of discontentment and resentment always. Again point is to keep your partner’s happiness on priority and you will see its easier to tolerate the otherwise dumb people. It might take a while but one must work hard to always arrive on a common ground. No problem should be big enough to break you as a team.
Most important is an open dialogue. If you can openly discuss things without ego clashes and without confusing issues and without blame games, then you are set out for a great life ahead.
For instance, My friends Vinod and Doris are both working for Doordarshan Ahmadabad and have 3 kids. Vinod works in the morning shift and Doris works in the evening shift which gets over by 9 O’ Clock in the night. They take turns with the kids. The key is to find a way to get the best of both worlds, be it family or be it career.
 
On a Conclusive Note
 
Every human-being is different and has a different appetite for things. And every human-being deserves a fair chance to quench their appetite. There is no thumb rule since the equation to solve is unique for everyone. One must brainstorm, talk it out with one's partner to find a the win-win solution as a team. For example every woman is not career oriented and similarly every woman is not cut out to end up in the kitchen. Different people need different ways of life to work for them. And the trick is to optimize and customize according to the need and brevity of the situation.
Exercise : Write down separately what you really want from life. Then discuss with your partner. Get views and work out a solution that makes both the partners happy. It’s not impossible!! Everything is workable. Just shake things up!! Try a different angle.
 

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Square One...


Singing has been more than a hobby since the time i discovered for the first time that i have a hummable voice. And now at the onset of the clichéd 30s i am all set to give it a try all over again. Well in all these years i have been singing off and on. And this time the come back happened after a long hibernation.

Thing is that when i was younger there was a clear line separating the fields in which one makes one’s career and others which one used, to take a break and rejuvenate oneself once in a while, the so-called hobbies and passions. At this juncture of life i have realized that we keep postponing the things that mean to us the most for those which can be considered as just routine. I chose engineering for a career and kept singing for various events to quench the thirst of my soul in between.  

In all these years, if i go by the bird’s eye view the music scene has changed tremendously. Earlier, a music show used to be classified by the number of hours and now in the world of commoditization one show is one product, and is equal to say 45 songs and a fixed payment for the same has been associated with.

Coming from the old school of thought, i find myself quite out of place in the world where the definition of professionalism changes every day. It’s difficult to be passionate and professional all at the same time. To charge money for something you love to do is strange to me. As i am used to the fact that one is paid well for a job that sucks...well more often than not.I keep my fingures crossed and really hope that the product approach doesn’t scare away my passion from my passion.

I know i might be sounding vague. And would like to end this blind date on the note that - "With all my sincerity and honesty i dedicate my efforts for my first love... MUSIC ...without being wary about the milestones and without worrying too much about the worldly part of it." Thankfully the results will take care of themselves... i guess...

Monday, May 9, 2011

ANUPAMA



Mohan Sharma (Tarun Bose) a successful businessman in Bombay, marries late in life, and is leading a happy married life. Unfortunately, his wife dies during childbirth leaving behind a young daughter, Uma (Sharmila Tagore), who he cannot bear to see her, except when he is drunk! Naturally, the daughter grows up all by her self, traumatized and speaks to no one. As time passes, Mohan Sharma's health starts failing due to over work and alcoholism, doctors suggest change of weather, to hill-station, Mahabaleshwar.
Meanwhile, Arun (Deven Verma), son of Mohan Sharma's friend Hari Mehta and who is set to marry Uma, returns home after studying engineering abroad for five years, and joins them along with his friend, Ashok (Dharmendra), a writer and a teacher. Here things change when young Ashok enters Uma's life, but she cannot do anything to jeopardize already fragile relationship between her and her father. Thats the outline about the movie from the net, courtesy Wikipedia.
My take on the movie follows hereafter…
To start with I would like to state that there are so many sensitive aspects to the film that it becomes very difficult to believe that the movie was directed by Hrishikesh Mukherjee who has given us so many wonderful rib-tickling comedies like chupke chupke ,bawarchi etc.
With the kind of technical prowess and facilities available in 1960s it’s astounding to see how passion can deliver things beyond imagination even when the resources are scarce in the true sense of the term.
Sharmila Tagore as Uma is the most appropriate choice for the role to put it mildly. She has not more than 10 dialogues in the film. But that never seems to be a shortcoming for the lead role as she speaks with her Silence, her body language and last but not the least her big, beautiful and expressive eyes.
On the other hand Anita played by Shashikala is again so convincing and a perfect choice for the role. Her being full of life and bubbly beautifully balances the silence of Uma.
Dharmendra plays Ashok wonderfully…The story depicts that though Ashok is a man of limited means still he manages to be content and derives pride in being what he is. His mother (Durga Khote) and sister lead a simple but happy and content life. On the other hand Uma and her father are rich still their hearts are far from peace and happiness.
The movie also shows how love and friendship knows no bounds and the divide created by materialistic things cannot act as a wall for long between the hearts that connect.
A crisp screenplay and astonishing performances to back it make the movie truly timeless. Also the haunting music composed by reverent hemant kumar is absolutely unforgettable. Songs like Kuch dil ne kaha or Ya dil ki suno duniya waalon are not just songs, they take the story forward and their melodies leave a mark on one’s heart and souls forever…
Its not a movie…Its an experience!!! And you know this when you watch it…

Friday, May 6, 2011

The Color of Tears...


The color of my dreams...
Was all lush green...
The unseen lands were
beautiful and serene...

With all my heart
I longed to make them true...
The glitter in my eyez
Had a golden hue...

The shades of the sunset gave
color to my love
Enjoying the hues of the sea
Was flying all above...

Then came the shock
I could hardly take
The Sun cheated on me
& my life was at stake...

My wings got burned
And my limbs were broken
Dreams were shattered
And all hopes were stolen...

The dream of flying high
Left me with nothing, but a sigh
And the glitter turned black
With no hopes of getting back...

Dreams on the lashes
When entered the eyez...
Did hurt like thorns and
the wings lost skies

The color of the tears
Was Blood red...
Rolling down my cheeks
they said the unsaid...

The grayish blue pain
made my heart go pale...
All I want now is
No one should know this tale...

No one should know this tale...

Friday, November 26, 2010

Pleasure meeting you Protima...



I was intrigued by the personality of Protima Bedi even as a child. And recently after so many years, on a casual outing with my family, when I happened to come across this book called “timepass” which is a memoir about her life and times (written by herself), I just couldn’t resist but buy the book.

I simply love books that are extremely readable and easy to connect with. The incredibly honest account captured me completely, so much so that I stood there as a statue and read the first few pages right there at the book store, absolutely lost…

Its starts from her early childhood days… precisely from the time when she could practically rely on her memory.

Whether it’s her confession about wetting beds as a small child or her first experience as a 9 year old, of her cousin raping her numerous times, the consequent trauma and the subsequent coming to terms with the cruel realities of life… the narration is so candid that it becomes difficult to believe that the conversation is in first person.

The story moves on giving an unbelievably open account of all the relationships she had & of how her focus kept shifting from one man to the other as a true nomad that she was. And of how she ultimately found peace in dance(Odissi).

Throughout the book there are several moments when you feel that you have felt the same at similar junctures in life but those emotions seemed to be impossible to voice. That’s the strength of this book… it increases the volume of certain feelings which reside somewhere extremely close to the subconscious …which can be felt but definitely can’t be heard, forget expression.

She effortlessly takes you on a blind trip and many hidden questions surface inside you looking for answers in the depth of your psyche.

On a concluding note, I thoroughly enjoyed being a witness to the life of this crazy woman…and having quenched the intrigue, I had as a child all I can say is, its not every day that the God Almighty creates such women. Its rare…rare in the true sense of the term.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Of bikes and partners of life...


You know how one feels when he sees his dream bike in the Window of a magnificent showroom…
Once back home …He dreams …dreams and dreams…The longing gets stronger…

And then

The day finally comes…after waiting for eternity…

The dream bike is home…

Its so hard to believe…You check it again once you are awake in the morning…

You take the first round

The EUPHORIA is incredible…

Then you take it to ur college…and it seems as if everyone has eyez only for u …n ur bike…

"Dream come true” feels nice…Special…!!!

The story moves on…

One fine day it breaks down inspite of all the gud care you take…

You wonder the servicing was done just a week back…

Why the hell, this thing does not start ???

It does gets started again…after a little overalling…

The more you enjoy the ride…the more you hate the scratches and the breakdowns…

All the “goods” it has to offer are taken for granted …afterall that is what it was paid for…

But as it seems… its really hard to get used to the “bads”…

They have to be questioned always…

BUT

Still the fact remains that you love ur bike…the way it flies…the way you feel the wind…

Wondering what this is all about?

Its about how having your dream bike cud be similar to marriage…

Having a partner…a family…

Its truely wonderful to have someone to come back to…

It does need its fair share of work n maintenance…

And it still breaks down when least expected…

Still the fact remains…

Its beautiful to have a witness to ur life…Some one as close as Self…!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Not just paranthas...



Memories of Mathew Aunty are as old as my childhood days. Fair, plump with a nepali face , full of overwhelming warmth and affection. Full name- Kamal Mathew. Teena -her only daughter used to be my best friend. She had inherited the unarming nature of her mother and I was sooo much in love with her. This was when I was probably in the 2nd standard that is 7 or 8 yrs of age.

Ismail Bhai-my first auto waala, (equally loving and affectionate) used to pick me up first coz I used to live in Musakhedi the farthest stop from the school.

Teena used live in the interior of Musakhedi therefore the next stop was hers. A by lane full of small sized houses and this one was probably the corner one. A set of 5-6 stairs, straightaway heading to the small kitchen and Aunty preparing piping hot and the best stuffed paranthas known to mankind. What a sight to start the day!

She always used to greet everyone with so much warmth that her picture stayed with you for eternity. We used to exchange our tiffins as I used to love Aunty's preparations and Teena would always love to share the mouthwatering delicacies with me.

Mathew Uncle on the other hand, was stern and did not choose to mingle with people. With the meager understanding that I had about life, I simply used to love the fact that I was associated with the family. My world was perfect.

And then came a turning point which shattered my small world.

She left the school. And all of a sudden I realized that a void was created which was impossible for me to fulfill. Time moved .I got new friends but I could never forget the kind of connection I had with her. Then one day I got the news that Teena got married. I felt sooo helpless and I thought where in the world she might be? I'll never get to see her again...

Years passed and we shifted to Neer Nagar, to our own house. Beautiful and spacious... in the outskirts of the city, in the lap of nature. Those days I was doing my engineering in IT.
One fine day Vapchi (My Father's youngest sister i.e. my bua) who used to stay with us , told me that Mathew Aunty and Uncle have shifted to the Old Age Home just a few yards away from our place. And I was dumbstruck… Life came a full circle...

We decided to go and meet them. Quite taken aback, I gathered myself to see them. Apparently their life was in a really bad shape as they landed in an old age home. Suddenly all the memories of Teena and Aunty passed my mind and I made a quick decision that in the absence of Teena its my duty to take care of them.

Therefore I met them daily. Those days I used to perform in musical shows and used to take Aunty with me for the practice sessions. It changed her mood and lifted her spirits.

We became great companions. We used to talk to for endless hours about everything under the sun...I came to know that she retired as a School Principal of The reputed Bengali School Indore...And also that people still remember her for her work and the positive changes she brought to the institution during her tenure.

I also came to know that her life was a long struggle because she had a very bad marriage and that Uncle never really treated her well...

This was the very reason to get Teena married at an early age of 19.

I noticed that she was very dutiful and caring towards Uncle but still, he could never reciprocate... God knows for what stupid reason...He used to be very rude to her and would even become violent at times...And I used to wonder how someone can be bad to such a beautiful and warm person...

Nevertheless she stood beside him like a rock all her life...And I used to think why women sacrifice their life for people who are not worth....?

Uncle passed away an year after and now Aunty lives in Jhansi as it happens to be Teena's Sasuraal.

She stays near a slum area and tries to serve the poor to the best of her abilities. We are still in touch with each other. Now that I have entered the fifth year of my marriage…the equations with people keep changing…But I still miss the time we spent together and I would like her to know that I love her! And she’ll always hold a special place in my heart…


Disclaimer


It is rather funny to notice how the disclaimers sound.

If it is text they are written in a font size that’s absolutely unreadable. One has to really strain one’s eyes to make a head and tail out of it.

If it is vocal, it will be too fast to be noticeable, making sense is another story altogether.

But ironically after making the decision or (if you happen to be fortunate enough) just when you are about to make the deal, the “t and c applied” becomes visible, and all of a sudden, the blur effect exchange places and you see something you did not notice before. And this something brings all proceedings to a hold.

And you instantly have the eye opener kind of sinking feeling which can be defined as the twin of shock and disbelief coupled into one. And as disappointment rises meteorically, it becomes incredible for you to realize and accept that you were focusing on the wrong stuff all this while.

Disclaimer in the true sense of the term means you cannot claim anything once you succumb to the magnificent promises made, and after the deal you’ll eventually understand that they mean business when they say benefit.

Sadly, even real life’s most important turning points offer so many visible, viable and at times lucrative options that you end up making a choice which is moreover biased more often than not, and this time again you notice the disclaimer only later, when a shift of focus happens.

I guess the question of paramount importance is not WHAT is available? OR What people generally choose to do under given circumstances?

It rather is- what are YOU looking for? Look hard if not harder…