An earlier post which somehow i left in the draft bin.
Fathers are the bestest people to talk to.They have seen the world from a whole different angle from the mothers,will offer some of the most practical advices .They will love you a lot, appreciate everything about you and will be perhaps the only man on earth who will appreciate your wholesome existence.
And so , whenever my mind is full of issues with a zillion angles, and I feel my peers are no longer capable of providing any value addition to my thought process, i want to talk it out with dad.The only hitch is, its not my dad but rexy's.
Another thing i forgot to mention about the amazing clan of dad's is that they get wildly worked up about everything related to their own daughters.
So if i pick up the phone and say "kamon acho" with a nano-speck-less enthu my dad gets all worked up.
"Are you ok",
" is your health all right",
"are you eating well",
"are you having enough fruits",
"are you resting enuf"
(baba, i started playing tennis)
"dont exert yourself!"
An exteremly excited "baba im going on a trek with friends" gets translated to "baba im fed up with life and am trying my best to cause maximum injuries to myself " for my dad.
To cut a long story short, he freaks out about everything. I dont blame him ... maybe i will too when I have kids of my own. But in case of rexy's dad its just perfect.the only grown up around with whom I can have these zillion discussions and not freak him out.
Some of the really amazing advices iv been given by both mine and her pop :
1)to know a person observe his small gestures, not the big acts.
2)a value system will be more about well being, about being playful, about being healthy in all aspects.Dont narrow it down to tiny focal points and loose your perspective.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
travails of a nubile lass
sunday morning.
lazy sunday morning.
wake up late , laze on the sofa with ur half asleep nephew lying half
across ur belly,waking up at times, giggling if u tickle him,
them curling back and falling asleep.
Sigh.Perfect life after a very hectic week.
Offlate my sister has decided to take up things in her own hand.
Till i land up in cal dad cant show me so called resumes of eligible
bachelors (not that it stops him from going and talking to some
parents).suddenly the entire sinha and probably part mitra (mums side)
of the family discovered a new hobby.
so she went ahead and posted stuff on online marriage sites.
today when jiju finally woke up (hes a late waker)and left the
bedroom(the comp is there) she dragged me in and logged onto two
sites.
And while i was propped on the bed, nicely relaxed,with my new cook
book open on my lap, yapping abt boys men food her hair etc etc
(anything that came in my mind) she was sitting at the edge of her
seat, very tense, snapping at me and barking orders like " Moo, please
shut up" / "do you like this one, bata aagey baat
badhau ki nai".
quite interesting.
I should be shitting bricks cos god, the thought of even meeting a guy is like
"WHOA!!!!, easy...hold on, thamba thamba,wheres the fire, whats the hurry, marry ...me?????????????? "
but here we have me half asleep, drugged with a heavy breakfast,
snuggling cosily in her blanket and she, the poor elder sister freaked
out,"what if this one turns out to be a jerk".
if my sis has her way she would not let me get married at all.
and would also pack me away with some boy right now.
shes confused.
Poor thing has a lot of pressure on her head. :D
Cant tell what a suprememly loving scene it was.
my poor sis was getting cramps in her tummy out of nervousness.
Then i decided to not make things so diff for her.
Chal for entertainment value lets disect each appli :D
but ooops, didi had already picked her favourites.if i happened to
make fun of any guy she had remotely thought to be prince charming, id get the chinky look right away.
anyways, finally we sifted thorugh all the stuff and i think i did
decent, almost all the candidates got shot down.
good fun.
yawn.
decent entertainment.
some guys had fancy shmancy ids like "lets meet" which obviously flaunted their
below avg taste in life.i mean cmmon, u cant post a snap which can
pass of a snap with poses which can also be added to ur modeling
portfolio, and expect to be taken seriously.any self respecting man
would have rather die than do that to himself.
Then flaunting ur dads from iit and blah blah blah and then stating
ur from abc college...does not reflect well on u.i mean i wouldn be
marrying ur dad, so couldn care less what he was.
next was, "i want someone who would accept me for what i am" (errr,
excuse me!! )
and "im really cool " (excellent, garmi me ac nahi chahiye hoga)
my sis kept advising, "must know how to cook, very very important" .
and just when i was actually begining to enjoy this
( lets face it,the only time in ur life u get to judge other people
and no one blames u for it :D )my sis pips in, we need to subscribe to
so and so website,lets get a 1 year subscription.
screeech!!!!!!!!!!
my car braked hard. (dunno which model, u can immagine a really jazzy
black sleek girly one...umm scorpion is too manly warna it would have
sufficed)
errr, u mean we actually talk to these ppl.
"haan haan, Moo what were u thinking, why do u think tujhe dikha
rahi hoon.plus these things take a long time" says my super gyani sis.
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
boys.
i dont like boys.
come again, why are we doing this???
"u have to get married some day ".
but aint someday really far away??
"oh man. make my life easier.mum has said no muslim,no christian.anyone else would do"
what abt a jew?? (heh heh, im reeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaally smart)
"parents have to be in cal"------------------>ma's criteria
"but if the boy is also settled in cal then forget abt it" -------->didis criteria
By then my bladder has had it.All the fruit juices and milkshakes have finished the entire tour of my digestive system, knocking impatently to be let free.
Di, i need to pee.seriously.
my sis looks at me disgusted.
"show some enthu man.fine get lost.
go and play with ur nephew.
just cos im the elder one i m made to do all the dirty work."
perfecto.
with my absolute indifference i buy myself trouble free two more weeks.
maybe i should put up a "i dont even want to discuss getting
married cos it freaks me out" sign on my forehead every time i meet my
near and dear family.
lazy sunday morning.
wake up late , laze on the sofa with ur half asleep nephew lying half
across ur belly,waking up at times, giggling if u tickle him,
them curling back and falling asleep.
Sigh.Perfect life after a very hectic week.
Offlate my sister has decided to take up things in her own hand.
Till i land up in cal dad cant show me so called resumes of eligible
bachelors (not that it stops him from going and talking to some
parents).suddenly the entire sinha and probably part mitra (mums side)
of the family discovered a new hobby.
so she went ahead and posted stuff on online marriage sites.
today when jiju finally woke up (hes a late waker)and left the
bedroom(the comp is there) she dragged me in and logged onto two
sites.
And while i was propped on the bed, nicely relaxed,with my new cook
book open on my lap, yapping abt boys men food her hair etc etc
(anything that came in my mind) she was sitting at the edge of her
seat, very tense, snapping at me and barking orders like " Moo, please
shut up" / "do you like this one, bata aagey baat
badhau ki nai".
quite interesting.
I should be shitting bricks cos god, the thought of even meeting a guy is like
"WHOA!!!!, easy...hold on, thamba thamba,wheres the fire, whats the hurry, marry ...me?????????????? "
but here we have me half asleep, drugged with a heavy breakfast,
snuggling cosily in her blanket and she, the poor elder sister freaked
out,"what if this one turns out to be a jerk".
if my sis has her way she would not let me get married at all.
and would also pack me away with some boy right now.
shes confused.
Poor thing has a lot of pressure on her head. :D
Cant tell what a suprememly loving scene it was.
my poor sis was getting cramps in her tummy out of nervousness.
Then i decided to not make things so diff for her.
Chal for entertainment value lets disect each appli :D
but ooops, didi had already picked her favourites.if i happened to
make fun of any guy she had remotely thought to be prince charming, id get the chinky look right away.
anyways, finally we sifted thorugh all the stuff and i think i did
decent, almost all the candidates got shot down.
good fun.
yawn.
decent entertainment.
some guys had fancy shmancy ids like "lets meet" which obviously flaunted their
below avg taste in life.i mean cmmon, u cant post a snap which can
pass of a snap with poses which can also be added to ur modeling
portfolio, and expect to be taken seriously.any self respecting man
would have rather die than do that to himself.
Then flaunting ur dads from iit and blah blah blah and then stating
ur from abc college...does not reflect well on u.i mean i wouldn be
marrying ur dad, so couldn care less what he was.
next was, "i want someone who would accept me for what i am" (errr,
excuse me!! )
and "im really cool " (excellent, garmi me ac nahi chahiye hoga)
my sis kept advising, "must know how to cook, very very important" .
and just when i was actually begining to enjoy this
( lets face it,the only time in ur life u get to judge other people
and no one blames u for it :D )my sis pips in, we need to subscribe to
so and so website,lets get a 1 year subscription.
screeech!!!!!!!!!!
my car braked hard. (dunno which model, u can immagine a really jazzy
black sleek girly one...umm scorpion is too manly warna it would have
sufficed)
errr, u mean we actually talk to these ppl.
"haan haan, Moo what were u thinking, why do u think tujhe dikha
rahi hoon.plus these things take a long time" says my super gyani sis.
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
boys.
i dont like boys.
come again, why are we doing this???
"u have to get married some day ".
but aint someday really far away??
"oh man. make my life easier.mum has said no muslim,no christian.anyone else would do"
what abt a jew?? (heh heh, im reeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaally smart)
"parents have to be in cal"------------------>ma's criteria
"but if the boy is also settled in cal then forget abt it" -------->didis criteria
By then my bladder has had it.All the fruit juices and milkshakes have finished the entire tour of my digestive system, knocking impatently to be let free.
Di, i need to pee.seriously.
my sis looks at me disgusted.
"show some enthu man.fine get lost.
go and play with ur nephew.
just cos im the elder one i m made to do all the dirty work."
perfecto.
with my absolute indifference i buy myself trouble free two more weeks.
maybe i should put up a "i dont even want to discuss getting
married cos it freaks me out" sign on my forehead every time i meet my
near and dear family.
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