Monday, 19 May 2014

25 Posts of Happyness

I'm not a narcissistic person by nature. I mean not particularly. I mean maybe just a little. OK fine! I can't walk past a mirror without looking at myself and I swear I'm attending regular NA (Narcissistic Anonymous) meetings near me.

Coming back to the point ( I'm the queen of digressions), since this is going to be my 25th blog post in what 2 years (big feat I know) I wanted/needed to make this special. So as the king of all stereotypes go, I decided to take a trip down nostalgia avenue and read the first 24 posts. I mean if I have the audacity to inflict my writings on others, it is only fair I be forced to read it too from time to time.

Reading the 24 blog posts was really good for me. I was appalled at the average 2 typos a post, but what was more important than the typos (and that's saying a lot since I'm a grammar Nazi!) was the warm gooey feeling I got with each blog post.

In one of my previous blog posts I mentioned that I write these posts more for me than for anybody else and by virtue of that I believe that I'm my own worst critic. Reading my blog made me proud. It gave me the courage and pride to write this post.

I'd started penning this blog because someone at work basically forced me to. However after about 2 posts I started falling in love with this medium of communication. After that I decided that my blog would have one sole purpose, to make anybody who comes across it (including me) happy. By reading any given post, someone who was having an otherwise crappy day would smile, would feel happy for a bit. That is why I am so choosy about my topics. It is why I have written only 25 posts in two years. However, Today I can truly say that my blog fulfills that purpose. As I read through each post, I felt happy. Not because this is my blog but because of the stories it tells, of the people it talks about.

Today for the first time I feel truly blessed to be able to write. As important as it is for others to appreciate my work, I feel it is equally important for me to take pride in it. Even though I write so sporadically, and I'm not saying I won't from now on, I want people to know that this blog is important to me. In past posts I've called this blog the balm to my battered soul, and after reading my past posts that belief has only quadrupled. Now more than ever I feel blessed to be able to express myself in words.

Finally this post wouldn't be complete without thanks to you. Yes you, the one reading this, I thank you for taking the time out of your life to read it and go on the crazy journeys I describe with me, because no matter how much I talk about this blog being for me, the written word is never truly and entirely for oneself. It is for the reader, much more than it is for the writer, especially for narcissistic writers like me!

And so my dear blog here's to you. Without you there would still be me, albeit a much duller and boring me.

Saturday, 17 May 2014

Sister of the Bride!

My sister finally got hitched. I know its been 6 months to the fact thank you very much, but that's how long it got me to get over the fatigue that set in during the week before her wedding. Admittedly the fact that I was in a hospital bed 2 weeks before her wedding with Dengue didn't help matters. However, I'm not quite sure if it was the Dengue or the actual wedding that tired me such.

So its been 5 months since I published a Blogpost. Published because I have half written 3 Blogposts that I just can't seem to get there. So I abandoned all hopes of ever publishing an intellectual, thought provoking post and decided to talk about the event that traumatized me so much I might never get married now! There were times during the actual wedding proceedings that I kept glancing at my short on patience brother in law half expecting him to leave in exasperation.  

The wedding itself was traditional and beautiful (I think), but the only thing I clearly remember is my sigh of relief at the prospect of it almost being over. So If you haven't had the pleasure of attending an indian wedding thus far, let me entertain you. The actual wedding can take anywhere between 30 minutes to 4 hours (depending on which part of India you live in), however the pre and post rituals can take anywhere between 3 to 5 days. 

From The Mehndi
To the Batna (turmeric Paste)
To me getting Turmeric Paste on me for no reason at all
To the Chura (The Bright Red Bangles)
To the Kaleeren
To the Photography

To the getting ready

To the getting Marired!
To the Reception

The Bride! :)

To even more Photos!
The wedding was like a massive project in itself and it took longer to organize and endure than any other event I have ever organized for work. Imagine 500+ people, of which 200 are relatives, 100 are friends, and the rest are people who called you on their kids weddings so you have to return the favour, even though you don't even know them all that much. Plus loud music and lots of food. All in all it looks exactly like a scene out of  'Kal Ho Na Ho' including the family drama. Between keeping the family happy and running around arranging stuff I literally did not have time to put on nail paint. #TrueStory.

In the end the actual wedding was beautiful and more importantly I had a lot of fun. Having said that, at such crucial events in our lives, we sometimes forget to look at the bigger picture. We forget that we are not just celebrating  an event, but the intertwining of two lives forevermore. When all the food has been eaten, all the fun has been had and all the cold drink (damn traditions!) have been drunk, what remains is two people trying to bond over their similarities and adjust with each others personalities, and so knowing my sister and jiju all I want to say is Good Luck! Please try to make it work for at least a decade the photographer cost entirely too much! 

In the end all I want to say is thank you Hansu for the beautiful choreography. Thank you Ragini for the beautiful photos, and thank you Neal for memories that will last a lifetime. (If you are looking for a great wedding photographer, he's got my vote!)

Baji, jiju I'm going to repeat this for the umpteenth time, please look back at these pictures and words and remember the love you have for each other today, and no matter what life throws at you remember where home is... with each other. 

Congrats! I wish you a lifetime worth of happiness and loads of  kids I can spoil!

Thanks for the pleasure of being the 'Sister of the Bride!'

Friday, 13 December 2013

Tell YOUR God, I Forgive Him

2009 is better known as the year Swine Flu first made an appearance on the global scene, or the year when the world lost its first ever Pop Icon - Micheal Jackson or the year an African-American man took office in what was previously the most conservative quasi-democracy. However in the capital of the world's biggest democracy, a small group of young men and women were rejoicing a Delhi High Court ruling.

The Delhi High Court ruled, that a 19th-century provision in the nation's penal code, that effectively banned gay sex, shouldn't apply to consensual acts. In effect it gave the green light to gay couples in capital by decriminalizing gay sex. LGBT supporters (myself included) the world over rejoiced as the movement for Gay Rights saw its first high in India.

On Wednesday all this changed. India - the world's biggest democracy - suffered a 150 year old setback. The supreme court of India, the apex judicial body, overturned the ruling, and as I sat here a heterosexual person whose life isn't all that affected directly I thought, does it even really matter?  What can I, one little person, the proverbial David against this big bad Goliath, do? Take to the streets and protest? Scream bloody murder to everyone I meet till I reach out to everyone I know? Write a blogpost? How would any of this REALLY make any difference?

I've already written a post before this expressing my stand on the matter. So should I dedicate a few tweets, maybe a Facebook status to the matter and forget about it? No. The day I stop speaking up against injustice is the day I condone it. The day I stop caring about the love, life and dignity of others is the day I stop being a human.

I read somewhere: 'Homosexuality is found in over 450 species. Homophobia is found in only one' whether I chose to lie with a woman or a man, let it be MY choice. Whether I chose to make my body the citadel of life or not, let it be MY choice. Let me show you the blueprint from which we were made, you and me both, so that you can realize we are all the same.

They say heavens gates were built to keep me out
That God's word
forces secrets into my back pockets
Leviticus 18:22 and men I cannot call my lovers
For it would mean that I am unholy

That I'll end up in October crucifixion 
A rusted fence of sin
They say that God can soundproof his ears to fags
that he never meant to create 
They say that God has abandoned me

Tell your God that I mention him in my prayers
tell him I miss him 
that I know its not his fault
It's just that he hung out with people like you for far too long
Tell him I carry the faith of a Gospel choir inside my chest
Tell him I haven't turned my prayers into chalk lines
Tell YOUR God, that he is MY God too
That I want him back

Tell him to show you my Blueprint
How he created us both
Tell him to remind you
That I am beautiful too
Tell him I've read the bible
I know of love
It is diverse, thousands of flowers
I've seen it in the shape of an orchid blooming inside my chest
Until the day it way ready to come out

Tell your God he did something Right
I grew up to be a lover
Tell your God
I've seen him officiate more weddings than funerals
Tell him we are all imperfect
And thank him for it
Tell him he's a great father
Even in absence
That his children feel safe in his arms
That the Sun rises for him
That I can feel his warmth on my back
Tell him
I don't believe the Rumors

Tell YOUR God
I Forgive Him.

Credit: BNV 2013 - Denver

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