A small experience

Some late latif...hurrying from here to there, caught up in traffic, getting incessant phone calls from angry mom and worrying friends. the traffic never just seemed to get over, finally made to get down and almost run towards the friend's place for picking her up. heels were never a problem before :):)

It seemed (??) rather cool later, max in 15 minutes the clan would reach "pop tates" a much awaited treat. but trouble started there itself. a friend who was getting the car, reached late...thanks to the pesty traffic harassment. the reason was understood a bit later. there was some holy occasion at one of the religious places, hence the cars were amassing to a bottleneck..on ne peut pas bouger i.e one couldn't just move. It felt like ants in a carriage and all the carriages were moving in a leisure pace. Sleep and hunger were fighting over their supremacy over the body. Her friend who was driving the car, had just learnt to do so. and she wondered how he handled instructions from all sides, at the same time talking, concentrating on the road and laughing

and finally the destination arrived, only to be seen as full with waiting list. the next option obviously became a bit costly "legacy of china" restaurant. the two gals waited in the patio till the guys went to park the car. soon they were inside the dim n calm restaurant, with occasional blasts of heartbeat quickening music emanating from the pub next door. after placing the soup and and exotic starter (dragon pom poms to be precise) the famished foursome set to devour the complimentary vinegary and sugar water preserved cabbage and radish+carrots called kimchi (literally meaning pickle/fermented veggies with seasonings in Korean cuisine). The talks started on her recent engagement and marriage and a playful badger of her friends. but her lids were already closing and she preferred to stay quiet instead of blabbering all kinds of nonsense. She was already snoozing before the soup arrived. the soup was refreshing but at the same time it filled the stomach along with the starters. the main course was almost not required. Malaysian flat noodles and spicy gravy with exotic veggies filled the stomach in first serving itself. leaving little place for anything else.
The way back home was sleepy with soft Hindi music played on FM radio. lulling one to sleep.

It was a good day indeed. and she wondered when will be the next time she will be with these friends :). it pricked some where that she is slowing loosing them, as she is moving towards another glorious start, a beginning with her dearer...a true twilight indeed

Time to donne your thinking caps :Of men’s woes in arrange marriage

A colleague of mine met me some days back. He was (desperately) trying to find a match for himself. It could be noticed from his talks . and here was I who thought that only we girls had that constraint . what with the growing age there come helplessness and though desperation comes with the fact of just being only in sync with the society, the other girl clan, rather than for your own happiness. Leave my philosophy aside.

so this colleague was narrating some funny (?) incidents relating to the very notorious but not that villainous “arrange” marriage
Both the incidents actually made me stunned, having gone through the similar process myself, and hearing hurting facts from my friends, we gals thought that it’s a torture but only for gals, but never knew that it’s the same for the guys. But this narration woke me from my slumber and made me wonder…if sometimes gals can be as crude as guys…hey, at least give a sensible reason for rejection.

Incident 1: scene: the meeting between the guy and the girl. The guy has it all. Presentable looks, amazing career. The girl…good indeed herself.
Reason for rejection: the guy is not fair enough (the girl was two shades darker than him)

Incident 2: scene: the meeting between the guy and the girl. The girl MA in economics, the guy BE (throughout topper) why I thought of mentioning the topper thing is that the reason of rejection: the guy is not a post graduate.

This is not aakhon dekhi but just suna suni, and that’s why couldn’t say much. But that surely had me thinking, that do sometimes gals think this way or just so crude???
Coz I can honestly understand how important it is to “click” with the other person or your supposedly better half…but then why keep a sham of the things that actually dont and ideally shouldn’t matter??? Never got the answer for this as yet