Wishing everyone a very prosperous AND a very belated happy deepawali. I had gone to my parents’ for diwali and what fun it was! All my siblings (well almost all except my sister and brother-in-law) would gather around at midnight and play cards till wee hours of the night in between chai, bhel poori, paan and cashew nuts. It was a blast. Also, I saw Blue and no, I won’t provide my point of view here since I assume that the infamy of that movie has now reached far and wide by now. I mean, WHAT WERE THEY THINKING! And Sanjay Dutt should just absolutely retire.
Anyway, the reason of the lapse in updating this blog is that when I wrote the last time, the power of my laptop went out just before I was to click “Submit”. That really put me off and it took a lot of perseverance from my side to put aside the traumatic incident and start typing again. I know, I know…these are the highlights of my life!
Also back home, something very funny happened. There is this family astrologer who had come over to my cousins’ on bhai dooj. Now he had been sitting there for hours, yapping away to glory for the benefit of anyone who would care to listen. Everyone (by turn) had to go and entertain him so he would not feel neglected. When it was my parents’ turn, inevitably my mother popped THE question – “When will this one get married?” pointing an accusing finger towards me. The panditji (finally happy that someone was desperately eager to reap the benefits of his knowledge) asked my parents my date of birth. My father told him the date and month, but when it came to the year he stuttered “19…? Umm 198…umm?” and then blankly looked at my mother, who equally blankly returned his stare. Finally, when I could not stand the humiliation of my parents’ forgetting my year of birth, I let the panditji know my year of birth. The next question he asked put my parents’ in an even worse situation – “time of birth”. Father – “ummm…errr..6am..no no 10 pm no no umm errr”. Mother –“Arre, wait it was umm..errr… 3 am no no 7 pm…Oh! It was 6 pm!”. Me (when I could not handle it anymore) -“NOOOOOO it was 11.45 pm”. Mother & Father (in unison) –“Ofcourse ofcourse. That’s what we were about to say!”. My sister’s ominous voice, from the time when we were kids and she used to bully me, started ringing in my ears – “You are adopted”, “We picked you up from the gutter”. I quickly put the thoughts aside and started listening to the panditji who was telling my mother that by July 2010 I would be married. He even bet a Kosa kurta and dhoti with my mother when his prophecy would come true. Post that my mother was seen with a spring in her step throughout the day. What do I say…humph..!!
Anyway, the reason of the lapse in updating this blog is that when I wrote the last time, the power of my laptop went out just before I was to click “Submit”. That really put me off and it took a lot of perseverance from my side to put aside the traumatic incident and start typing again. I know, I know…these are the highlights of my life!
Also back home, something very funny happened. There is this family astrologer who had come over to my cousins’ on bhai dooj. Now he had been sitting there for hours, yapping away to glory for the benefit of anyone who would care to listen. Everyone (by turn) had to go and entertain him so he would not feel neglected. When it was my parents’ turn, inevitably my mother popped THE question – “When will this one get married?” pointing an accusing finger towards me. The panditji (finally happy that someone was desperately eager to reap the benefits of his knowledge) asked my parents my date of birth. My father told him the date and month, but when it came to the year he stuttered “19…? Umm 198…umm?” and then blankly looked at my mother, who equally blankly returned his stare. Finally, when I could not stand the humiliation of my parents’ forgetting my year of birth, I let the panditji know my year of birth. The next question he asked put my parents’ in an even worse situation – “time of birth”. Father – “ummm…errr..6am..no no 10 pm no no umm errr”. Mother –“Arre, wait it was umm..errr… 3 am no no 7 pm…Oh! It was 6 pm!”. Me (when I could not handle it anymore) -“NOOOOOO it was 11.45 pm”. Mother & Father (in unison) –“Ofcourse ofcourse. That’s what we were about to say!”. My sister’s ominous voice, from the time when we were kids and she used to bully me, started ringing in my ears – “You are adopted”, “We picked you up from the gutter”. I quickly put the thoughts aside and started listening to the panditji who was telling my mother that by July 2010 I would be married. He even bet a Kosa kurta and dhoti with my mother when his prophecy would come true. Post that my mother was seen with a spring in her step throughout the day. What do I say…humph..!!
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