Mom can I stay with you for ever

I was greeted with a big hug by my cousin when I visited her along with my family to my native for her marriage. All I could manage was to say a loud “CONGRATULATIONS DIIII”. She gave me a sweet smile with a thank you.

She was all excited about her marriage that she took active participation in all the arrangements for it. Indian weddings are usually huge and continue for 3-4 days. It starts with various rituals to be followed to the final day of marriage and then final goodbye from her parent’s house. North Indians typically have their actual weeding rituals during the night.

We found our self’s listening to some funny incidences and talks she has with her fiancé over the phone. Every person got engrossed in her little world. Things went perfectly well. All rituals went fine and the D-day arrived when the couple would be announced man and wife in front of whole world. By the time birds announced it to be day every one was ready to bid the girl bye. The bride – my cousin would be leaving her parents and staying with her new family- her husband.

With in seconds the whole atmosphere was changed by a wave of sadness. This was when I thought about our social life. From childhood to adulthood we girls are protected, loved, pampered by our dearest parents and suddenly we are asked to change and survive in the new environment where you may find a mother-like image but not your mother. With only one hope and one reason a girls leaves every thing behind and walk into a new life. And the hope is love.
Indian wedding mostly ends with lot of crying by the girls-side family. My cousin who till the previous night was all very excited was drown into ocean of tears. She was made to sit in the train with the groom’s family and the brides family gathered around the window of the train to console and talk to her. Every one went near to the window and in their way tried to comfort her. I could not gather the courage to go near to her and say any thing to her but in few minutes I found my self holding her hands and tapping them with mine. She cried more and more as the train left the station.

Men are supposed to be strong, and they cannot cry in public. Most men remain in their calm however emotionally broken they are. But this is one time when any father or brother would be seen with tears rolling down his eyes. Once the train left the station I was shocked to see my uncle breaking down in the station and other men trying to get hold of him.

The worst part of a wedding is the ritual of bidding the girl bye…it is called ‘Bidai’ in India. As a girl I always have a soft corner for the girls going through her bidai. But I was thinking what it must be like to be the groom and watching your bride and her family crying as if they are crying for their lives. It must be a feeling of guilt, a thief (stealing away the family treasure- the daughter) or just so annoyed by the drama going around him. But whatever the feeling is he must be terrible as his wife is weeping herself out during this custom.

Few hours later we called my cousin to ask if she was ok. She sounded excited and as normal as she was during her wedding time. Probably we girls are made to enjoy the present momet leaving behind the past or the boy’s family is too good at wiping off the crying girls tears.

Once upon a Time...

I got into this local train (local trains are the life lines of Mumbai) to go to my college for the first time. It was my first day to my college after graduation. Just as I got into this train I tried searching a seat for me. There I found it in between two ladies and I went and sat on it. I tried to make my self comfortable as the journey was for around 20 minutes. The girl next to me was annoying me. No actually bead tuck on her dress were rubbing my arms and hence it was as if someone is poking on to me. OH!! Each time her arms rub next to mine I get a reward of sitting next to her in the form as a small scratch on my skin. I tried hard to be away from her dress, I even thought of shifting from the place but by then a station had passed by and many people has boarded the local occupying almost all vacant seats. So I pulled my scarf (duptta) around my arm in the hope to be saved. I guessed that she understood my uneasiness and pulled her scarf as well. Well it was hardly of any help.

When my station was about to come I gave her a bad look getting up from the seat and stood near the exit of the train to get down. Her reaction was neutral as if she expected the look from me. I never looked back to her and rushed out of the train to catch up the auto. See if I would walk as if the garden I would be standing for auto rickshaw for ever so I had to speed up and catch one…its Mumbai meri jaan after all.

I saw a girl asking the rickshaw driver the same college that I wanted to go so I asked the lady if I can share the auto and she was happy to do that. As I made my way to the back seat next to the girl another voice asked if she could share as well. The girl agreed, as the other voice bend down to get in OH MY GOD this is the same poking girl I met in train and here again she was next to me. I cursed my luck. I was already late to the first class and this damn thing again????

Well we 3 started chatting in the rickshaw and we came to know that the train girl and I are in the same class… SAME CLASS?????????

Well I could not digest the fact and our destination arrived…OHHHH!!!! I paid and ran for the class….”hey wait for me” I heard and oh dear I had to wait for the train girl. We were last to enter the class and only place left for us was the front first bench…FIRST BENCH!!! This girl was certainly not nice for me….

The day went of well. We both were supposed to be friends by now as we had formal introduction. We got ourselves introduced to few people in the class and got bonded with 2-3 of them.

Later in the evening four of us went for snacks in the near by restaurant. And there I found this train girl is soooo talkative. She keeps on talking, talking and talking… Allows no one to talk while she is chatting. In days to come, 2 more girls join the gang of our four (who went out for the snacks), and now we were six. But we both somehow (even after initial cold war) bonded well.

Later I told her about the train episode and she said she understood my uneasiness and was very sorry about it. We laughed it out and remembered that strange meeting of ours whenever she wore that same dress.

2 years passed-by just fast the post graduation course got over and our friendship grew strong. From the gang of six the group is no were to be seen or heard. Some girls just had some misunderstanding and some just left us to no where. But finally we 2 are still strong. Its been 4 years now since our fist meet. She still talks to me as if today is the end of the world and I listen to her talks (trust me some times they like of no sense at all). She still asks my advice and never follows what I had advised and do what she likes. She still is as stupid and annoying as she was when I met her for the first time in the train.

And yes she still understands that some beads are poking me even without me telling her that. She still knows it somehow that I am sad. And yes she keeps her mouth shut when I am angry or frustrated. She still comes for my rescue from the world.

We both are the still pillars for each other and stand for each other again all odds. our friendship has been through many tough times but we stuck to each other. even after those deadly fights we still believd in each other.

This small little story of my anger with her on our first meet was just to tell you all life is too short to be cribbing and getting angry on others. Love the people around you and the people who care for you…

We both simply laugh about the whole occurrence and I still hate her pink dress with those beads but I love you my friend.

It’s your fate when you find a special friend.

Someone who changes your life by just being there for you.
Someone who makes you laugh and never let you cry alone.

Someone who trusts you who cares for you
Someone who wants you to know there is good in the world.
Someone who always stands for you.
Someone who wants you to open the unlocked door,

just waiting for you to open it.

hey rups this post is dedicated to you and to our friendship. i have written this peom just and only for you.

The best email.... A wife's Poem

Another Email material......Just got this mail...quite funny!!!!!!!

Have you Felt Lonely???

Suddenly life is changing,
Suddenly things are moving fast,
And suddenly I am feeling lonely.

I have 1000’s of friends to gossip with,
I have 100’s of relatives to talk to,
But in this crowd I am feeling Lonely.

When I m travelling I am thinking,
While having lunch I am trying,
Just to understand this feeling of loneliness.

Music makes me realize,
Films also give me hints,
How much I am lonely.

I cry, I Laugh, I crack jokes,
I behave kiddish just to forget,
But this is killing the loneliness.

Even while talking to my best friend,
Over the phone I listen to her,
She can never guess my irritation due to solitary.

I came alone in this world,
I’ll leave this world solely,
With nothing I came I’ll go empty and alone.

What is this Loneliness?
Why is it so hurting?
How do I get out of it?
Have you ever been Lonely?

Have you ever felt this pain?
Or it’s me giving it too much of importance?
Have you ever felt Lonely?

Which one to choose

OK now this is very common mail circulating now days..... i liked this one...do read it hope u like it too!!!

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said 'I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.'

'Is the man of the house home?', they asked.
'No', she replied. 'He's out...'

'Then we cannot come in', they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened...
'Go tell them I am home and invite them in!'
The woman went out and invited the men in'

'We do not go into a House together,' they replied.

'Why is that?' she asked.

One of the old men explained: 'His name is Wealth,' he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, 'He is Success, and I am Love.' Then he added, 'Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.'

The woman went in and told her husband what was said.

Her husband was overjoyed. 'How nice!!!' he said. 'Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth… Let him come and fill our home with wealth!'



His wife disagreed... 'My dear, why don't we invite Success?'


Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: 'Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!'


'Let us heed our daughter's advice,' said the husband to his wife.
'Go out and invite Love to be our guest.'
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, ' which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.'

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, t he lady asked Wealth and Success: 'I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?'

The old men replied together: 'If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!! !'