Sunday, June 26, 2011

Matrimonied

It's not with a sense of achievement I write this but with a sense of astonishment that I compute and confirm 5 years of matrimonied living..5 years back ...this very day...the loud chime of wedding bells rang and deafened my 'singular' existence into non-existence. The word 'married woman' always reminds me of the term 'domesticated cow' wonder why? But words apart, the experience called marriage has been milked off its last drops uniformly by writers, movie makers and 'forward writers' (definition - the anonymous set of people who write/forward e-mail forwards)..so much has been written/seen that I cannot write anything that has not been heard of...but I guess every person brings in a new shade to these cliched experiences..I am attempting to bring in my own perspective I guess...

The first thing about matrimony for a woman (yes she toooo) is the loss of that crown called 'single independent woman'..now that's a word that bloats your individuality....its a coveted title and no woman likes to let go without the cat fight...she tries tactics but ultimately the gavel of society brings down the judgement that the crown must go !!Once that title is ripped off, you are next faced with the ultimate challenge of changing your name..now that's a thought that doesn't mix with my sense of logic.. A name is your tag on your years of existence..it's like your face....would you agree to change your face after marriage, would you recognise yourself in the mirror? Its the same with your name, would you respond to a salutation that has never been heard before?

After these modalities are sorted out, you plunge into the black hole called marriage.. all the years of research and history does not shed any light on this institution...the research papers  dispute each other and have failed to arrive at a common coverging description or solution. You have to fend for yourself in this carnival, the whole performance is rather an 'in promptu'..sans script, props and prompter....the two 'star' performers are thrown into the 'ring' or 'stage' (as the situation demands)..you can choose to write your story as the plot unfolds...the script is purely your invention ..you are at liberty to bring in your 'point of view' into the story's trajectory..you are also permitted to take dramatic turns mid-way...but of course the performance holds as long as your partner complements, follows and doesn't take the contradictory path...a few slip-ups, a few messed up lines do not 'damageth' a play..nor does a few spunky dialogues 'maketh' the play.. only consistent scintillating performances by both parties , a few twists and turns, a dash of humour ..all held together by an ethical 'charactered' plot and script..that's surely the success factor for this performance to skyscrape into the 'best marriage charts'...the performers have to face the wrath of critics (read as strangers who love to share uninvited opinions), the intrusion of 'unwanted' characters who form more the prop than the play and of course need to keep together the performance through bad weather days and foul mood moments.Its a test of the performers' breeding, patience, ego, character, fun factor and of course the grand father of all traits -  adaptability :)....for now I guess ....The Show must go on....the curtains would never come down ...we have to keep the show running and that too full house for the years to come!

Friday, June 10, 2011

The monsoon staycation

A monsoon vacation past..brought back the sweet nostalgia of my erstwhile school vacations.....a week of officeless, workless, alarmless existence was my precious gift to myself..and what better venue than home sweet home?? Its your escape haunt away from the madness that best describes your 'responsible' adult life..

And then I was showered quite literally as I landed in God's Own Country... a burst of monsoon as I reached home for my rejuvenation package.....!!!A monsoon that wrapped my homeland in a magical misty bridalwear that just took my breath away. A most inviting lush 'green carpet' laid out for my trip....The backdrop was picture perfect for my holiday...Rain kissed mountains and greenery with earthy fragrance!! The mood was further elevated to a heightened ecstasy as the stream of droplets sloped through the window panes...I let go of my hatred for dirty puddles and muddy pathways this monsoon and the experience was unlike any other monsoon..

And then there was the icing on the cake with simple unalloyed time spent with family and cousins...and devouring homemade food (not made by me:)).......just like good old days....I was transported to my schoolgirl days as I chatted and laughed my heart out ...'agendaless'....'shackleless'...it was a week of  unparallelled freedom...never realized that the word vacation could mean so much...waiting eagerly for the next:).