Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Gonna be a bear

In this life I'm a woman. In my next life, I'd like to come back as a bear.

When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too.

When you're a girl bear, you give birth to your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.

If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.

If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup...gonna be a bear.

Got it this morning as a forward and liked it.

Monday, February 19, 2007

my visual DNA

the vacation and sister's wedding

It started with Lin’s mail announcing her marriage. She has been one of my best buddies from childhood and I wanted to attend it. I spoke to my sister and asked her to get married during my vacation.

Sis was seeing someone whom my parents did not approve of and over the past two years, she started getting aloof even from me. Somehow, I didn’t want to fail as a sister and managed to convince my parents and encourage my sis to stand by her man. Everything worked out suddenly and the marriage was fixed, 3 days before L’s.

Early in the year, I was so broke yet so happy sending money home and shopping for my cousins and relatives.

Got an interesting freelance assignment too just before my vacation and worked my ass off. For a few days, I woke up before the sun did and retired to bed really late. Keeping me company were the tap of my keys and some stray dogs barking. I raked in the moolahs and went home for the much-deserved break.

Girls usually take charge of many things in a Manipuri wedding. As the bride’s sister, I had to run around and see that all the aunties are fed well, if they have received their Pans and the sweets and everything else in between. (You really need to please them well, as marriage doesn’t have much to do with the bride or the groom or their immediate families but with the relatives and the neighbours. Most often, they are the ones who remember your age and are concerned about your marriage more than your family. If I was not that busy I would have loved to sit with them listen to their gossip)

I carried a bunch of keys everywhere running up and down to cater to everybody’s needs.

“Bring the shawl, bring the jewelley, lock this silk, bring that cash, lock this cash, give me something to change, where is the make-up box? Where are the sweets? Keep these things as buffer just in case we need more.” And someone or the other would always call my name from the wrong floor.

After the wedding and all the associated functions got over, the house became very empty. 15 days passed just like that and it was time for me to come back. It was heart breaking to see mom brood and cry so much.

I will be re-living the moments, the happy ones, the sad ones, and the funny ones here, whenever nostalgia hits me.

On a lighter note, attended Lin’s wedding. Only L(another L) and I could make it, as the others could not come home for a break.

Finally, the gang (5 girls remaining) has decided to get married together sometime next year so that all could be present.

The year has been good so far. Been to Delhi and Pune to meet some of my friends. Was not sure of meeting Lin but managed to attend her wedding. I am glad I was able to meet all my childhood friends.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Grew old and lost my memory.

Grew old and lost my memory.

I thought so too, but suddenly something happened at the workplace, which I just had to tell, and I remembered my blog.

One of my colleagues had to invite a group of 4 teams (including the Managers, the Senior Managers and the Director of our division) for some celebration at the pantry.
She mailed to the group,” Kindly assemble @5th floor Panty at 5 pm.”