It’s been long time since I posted something. For once I have a very valid reason. I WAS DEAD DAAM BUSY. My only sis was getting married. And mind you...this is gona be a long one.
God, I started doubting whose marriage it was... my sis was happily chilling out at home and I like a mad man had to zoom through the streets of
I hit home base on Aug 15th. Nice day to hit home eh... but then, very contrary to the importance of the day, I LOST my INDIPENDENCE. The first thing I expected my dad to tell me... "Hi. Howz life back at
I came home after traveling for about 36 hrs. Most of it spent in a bus. I open the door half alive just to hear my dad shout "what took you so long? Freshen up soon; we are leaving to check out the hall and the arrangements." My mom "I need you to come shopping with me. I have to buy a lot of sarees and I need some one to help (read as manual labor)." My sis "I need you to find out a good saloon for john (my bro in law... will come to that shortly) and YOU STINK" There I was, trying to shout aloud "Does anybody understand that I am half alive and I am starving??" But then waste of time... never bothered to ask. I remember not having anything till evening... not even a cup of coffee!!
This marriage has a lot of significance. My sis happens to be the first girl child in my dad's family for like 2 generations. She is also the first grand child in my mom's side. So, I guess you do realize the intensity. To add to this, hers is a LOVE MARRIAGE.
Well most of you would say that love marriages are way better than arranged marriages. I believe that too. But, it is when things like this hit home that it really makes you think twice.
Ours is supposed to an orthodox Brahmin family (supposed to!!). My parents are cool but then relative are always a head ache. My sis goes around marrying a Christian guy, well he happened to be her class mate back at engineering college (the same coll. that I am currently studying). It took us 3 years to come to this junction where she was FINALLY getting married. One thing is for sure... it was very very painful. This pain can only be felt and cannot be shared.
It was a cold winter night (I guess there is something to winter!!) that we all came to know about her love affair with the guy. I, an innocent yet matured 12th grader trying to screw my ass through IIT, remember coming home early (2000 hrs... it was early!!) to chill out as my prof. was down with flu. Never did I expect that that night would indeed turn out to be a very long night. I do agree I had a major hand to play in my dad catching my sis red handed... well I never expected to be of this intensity. But then, it surely turned out to be long enough to screw me the next day cause I had incomplete assignments.
Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. It was a long journey. Now that I look back, I can see how painful it was. Never was a day that did not have my sis and my mom fighting on some crap and I had to blow my top to cool things down 'cause when I say they better listen. This was getting tough on me. I had important things to put my head into but couldn’t 'cause there were people crying all around. I remember my mom saying "how will I show my face to our relatives. They will question us about bringing her up..." the next moment she says "well, all I want is kavitha (my sis) to be happy. Her happiness is all that matters." My mom is still caught in a war of mixed emotions not knowing what to do or whom to support.
Well, 22nd August was decided the D-day. A registered marriage in the morning ('cause my sis refused to change religion) and a big reception in the evening.
Things were all planned but had no one to execute. So when I popped in... I became the scrape goat. 12 days... no sleep, no proper food, no proper bath, no proper shit (the most painful of all... lots of incomplete downloads). I was of course not alone. My cousin HARISH shared my burden. We did have our own share of fun. It’s not everyday that you end up having garam-garam omelet at 2 in the morning out side kachiguda station, Biryani at 0330hrs at charminar and hit the lounge at taj at 0400 hrs just because you have to receive people at 0600 hrs.
Finally on the D-day... the function rocked. Lots of friends popped in to add to the party. I was kinda feeling bad cause I couldn't spend time with them (busy guy!!) but then I was the BRO!!
The funny part was that, I, was getting all the advises. kanna, dont marry out of your religion. You are the man of your family... so you have to carry on the tradition. I was trying to run away from them but they always managed to keep up with my pace. One of them mentioned raja, I know you have a lot of distractions(read as girlfriends!!). But then before you choose anyone check out their gotram and check if she is iyengar. If she is then you can make her your girlfriend else keep her just as your friend. As if I care. My friends and I had a nice laugh on this. I tried explaining a few mamis and pattis about "love is blind" principle for which I got royally screwed. After that every time somebody walked up to me and said anything about this, all I said was I will marry an iyengar vadagalai (supposed to be my sect!!) ponnu!! This did help me keep a lot of people shut.
After a gala time, my friends and I ended up at the coffee shop at Taj Krishna to celebrate a lot of things along with our sponsorer... My mamu!! After hitting home, everybody got together for a late night chat on the terrace talking crap (papa phoenix, terminal disease, illegal phoenix....) I basically was not interested. I was trying to remember the whole story from the beginning and I was feeling god daam happy that everything got over and my SIS IS FIANLLY MARRIED AND HAPPY!!!!
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
My SIS's wedding( and... me getting screwed!!)
Thursday, August 04, 2005
My transformations!!
Nail in my head
from my creator,
you gave me life...
SHOW ME HOW TO LIVE!!!
-Audioslave
was listening to this song over and over again. Just reminded me of my life here at
Could this be a curse? With the amount of torture I am undergoing here... It surely sounds like one of them. Or could it be training period...
Never thought of that one before. I am probably getting trained, so that I can face the world well prepared. There is a slogan in the INDIAN ARMY...
the more you sweat it out at the training ground..... The lesser you would bleed in the war!!!
Am I preparing for war...? War against what. When would it begin? Has it already begun... and am I looking for the right time to step in. If so, am I training well? Do I have to undergo more mental torture...
***cell phone rings*** Reality check!! There is no fucking war. It is just that I have been curse to come over here.
"With great powers come great responsibilities!"
Am I being trained too taking up great responsibilities? This caption has always done something in my head every time I read that. My mind keeps saying “that one is for you mate!"
***friend calls..."machan! Let’s hit the canteen. Free period da." And the great devil without any hesitation saves the post as draft and departs to the lovely canteen.***
*** Devil's back!! I just got kicked out of class 'cause I got delayed by 5 min (extra chai at the canteen!!) The worst part is that I got kicked out of a class which most people would bunk. So, "I" drag my ass all the way to the class just have my it kicked out. Back to topic***
I guess I have lost my way in between. Too many questions. I forgot what the hell I was typing. Ya!! I was trying to figure out what was happening to me... training, curse, or just fucked up luck!
Luck, do I believe in that? Nope. Never. Those who give up to luck are irresponsible bastards. Luck takes a lot of names. Most commonly used name is GOD. Not that I do not believe in god, hailing from an orthodox Brahmin family I do respect the values installed in me by default but... there is that nagging question "is there anyone up there who cares for me??"
I don’t know whats happening to me,
I don’t know whats going on...
only thing i know... I WILL NOT GIVE UP!!