One Saturday Morning..

Good Morning.

It really is a pleasant morning.

Time : 7 AM



Sipping coffee early in the morning with nothing on mind...matchless!



It had rained last night and the sun was too lazy to steer clear the clouds and shine on us bright and sunny.Just like I was too lazy to snuggle out of my cosy comforter.But I pulled myself together and stepped out.

What I saw..what I felt..what I heard...what touched me...what I smelt made the perfect beginning to my day.The trees were swaying happily..yeah there still are trees around the colony I stay in.The gentle breeze brushing my face as I sat in the verandah..gazing out aimlessly,lost in my own world , happy that it is weekend and WORK thoughts suspended for 2 days...The wind chime jingling in harmony...The hot coffee brewing in the kitchen, the smell just made a perfect blend to what I was experiencing...A pressure cooker whistling distantly..oh my ! Someone had already begun their day.


 

                             

                The canopy of the trees in our lane make for a pleasant sight.

  This is completely different from what is pushed into my face everyday.I come out of the house only after 8:30 to go to office.What happens between 6:30 am to 8:30 am is a frenzied madness inside closed doors.That is anybody's guess and anybody's story.To put it in short, Wake up with closed eyes,walk to the bathroom with closed eyes,take a shower,by now your eyes must be half open,use your hands to wrench your wretched sleepy eyes open ,rush to the kitchen to help with the chores, rush back to bedroom to wake up Sush, rush to the kitchen to fix up lunch boxes, rush back to the bedroom to dab some powder on your already sweating face,rush all around the house to collect things you carelessly dumped last night, rush your breakfast down your throat, which very conveniently gets stuck and you have to struggle,drink water to make it a smooth slide,rush to office and rush back home which almost makes it 8:30 pm.
(I am sorry that was not short  :D)

Now after passing 5 days like that.. Saturday and Sunday ,you just want to banish 'rush' from your life.So after snoozing the alarm almost 10 times from 7am to 9 am, you get up.And you get up solely out of guilt because it is 9 and the rest of the inhabitants of the house are already up.I am that kind of person who cherishes even 5 minutes of extra sleep.If I am woken up at 9, I beg my dad for 5 more min because it just doesnt seem enough .Its an altogether different matter that the 5 min that I earned,I spend fretting it would be over soon :\ 

The point that I was getting to is, Mr.Sun,Miss Breeze and Miss Leaves stand ignored even on weekends.But today was different.I woke up early and I am thankful I did.

Because, I was able to see nature in all its glory again...
Because, I realised waking up early without 1000 thoughts fighting for prioritization , feels good..
              (yuck ! what a technical line )
Because, I was able to appreciate the world I live in..
Because, it made me write this extremely long post after a lull :|

PS : This is not what I had intended to write.I desperately wanted to break the silence on my blog by writing down something..just about anything.... I thought I if was able to manage 10 lines,that would make my day.But look !

Post-marriage battles

Many things change after marriage.There are many things that you start doing for the first time..and there are many things that you do for the last time.

I cleaned my bathroom for the first time yesterday.Armed with a broomstick , I swished and swashed around the tiny room until every tiny speck of dust, hair, mosquitoes, and stains vanished. I proudly patted myself and announced my accomplishment at the dinner party hosted by my parents that night.
The next morning, I could see everything promptly in place.. the dust ..the hair..the mosquitoes.

My wardrobe used to be a pile of clothes that came tumbling down as soon as you open the door.But now, its a neatly folded pile.I am arranging my closet every week. I am losing my traits boohoo !

The only thing I did for the first few weeks of marriage - get our lunch boxes ready in the morning , and wash them clean in the evening because the maid doesnt make an entry until after 9 am. And  make our bed.  I did these 3 things religiously,sincerely because winning over my sasu ma was my only goal . (As if she would with just these 3 petty tasks)

My mom-in-law is an early riser and a busy woman.When she doesnt have enough work to do..she creates it ( thats what my sis-in-law says :D ) and gets herself busy.I wake up with the cooker whistling at 6:15 am.And by the time I take bath, get ready and step out of the bedroom , which is usually at 7, breakfast and lunch would be ready on the table.I meekly smile at her..sheepishly ask if there is anythingleft for me to do for which she replies a NO with a broad smile. Highly disappointed by my performance, I go back to my routine of getting our lunch dabbas ready, my heart begging for that one chance to prove myself !
"mom-in-law..one chance..I need one chance to prove myself.."

And that chance came. My hardwork and alertness paid off ! I made  pav bhaji..beans curry..bagara baingan..zeera rice ( :D) .. cauli-flower curry..and sambar ..and uthapam on different days. And thank god they dint hate it !

I am happy the way my married life is shaping up.My in-laws and sush have been very supportive. They give me a chance to do things my way.They have been good enough to eat what I made and they dint banish me from the kitchen !Sush has been good enough to call me up in lunch to give feedback on the curry I made.It has been positive so far *wink*

After over 1 month of the marital voyage, I am still on board !

Maggi ! Slurrrp !

The air had already begun to turn chilly as we negotiated tricky turns on the ghats and inched coser and closer to Shimla.We stopped for snacks..and with the air trying to tingle our senses, maggi was the most obvious choice. I have always loved maggi for some reason.Its simple to make, yet yummy.

As it slid smoothly down our throats,the hot vapours from the pallette brushing our face warmly, and each of us licking every drop that dangled from our lips...we thought it was a perfect start for the rest of the trip and a perfect end for the evening.

Long live whoever invented maggi !

Jitters...

I was alone in my hotel room..packing my things.I was travelling back to India the next morning.

As I sat thinking what was next, it suddenly occured to me that I would be married in 2 weeks..my whole life was going to change.. The rest of my life was not going to be nowhere closer to the 25yrs that I lived..my future is  going to be no way like my past.. my priorities would change..my family would change..I used to shout at home..now I have to get used to being shouted at ( worst case).. I will have to cook..look after the household chores..look after the needs of in-laws, husband.. I never even knew such things even existed all these days...
Suddenly something came all over me.. I got restless... I dint want to go back.. I was scared.I tried to put these thoughts away, but simply couldnt. What was I running from ? Was it Sushant..? ?Heck no..I have known him for 5 years...and he was the best thing that could have happened to me.. Ours was going to be an inter-caste marriage.. Naturally their priorities and ours differed and we had a few arguments too " Why cant this happen later.."   " Why is this so important..?? " "You just dont care about our priorities..."
Was all this taking a toll on me ? Was I worried about my choice ?  Will  he remain the same ? Will he stand by me when I need him ? He was always there before..then why was I thinking about it now ?Was the fact that I have to live with this decision of mine for the rest of my life wrecking my mind ? Was I worried that it may not turn out to be the perfect wedded life that I always dreamt? No.. I was sensible enough to know that there is no such thing called perfect.. Its just how you see things and handle them and keep them close to perfect. Then what was it ???

I had tears in my eyes when my wedding got postponed from oct 13th..I had so badly wanted to get married then. What is happening to me now ?I had a feeling I was not ready. I had started loving my bachelor days more..I was going crazy .. I wanted to talk to somebody..go out..divert my mind but the reality kept staring hard in my face.There was no escaping... Is this what is called marriage jitters.?Whatever it is called,I was having it then and it felt no good.

I never expected  I would feel that way.That made me feel even more worse.

Now.. as I am writing this, I realise I was so silly then. All my fears were baseless..useless .. and I was utterly shameless.That was purely pre-marital jitters.Nothing more.I am as happy as I can be and I couldnt ask for more. :)

Mushy happenings...

As the sun started to set..and dark clouds took over the pleasant blue sky..we were all reduced to silhouttes in the bus.Under the cover of darkness, I could see many pair of heads coming closer..and 2 silhouttes becoming one .As the mountains slowly melted into darkness, I had the chance of watching all this as Sush got himself busy feeding his fish ( its a game in my mobile...)

As he ecstatically told me that his pond of fish grew from 10 to 70,I could only smile and thank the stars for keeping me company...

:)