Aaj jane ki zidd na karo...

Came across this sweet ad today which instantly reminded me of Dida-Dadu, Dida to be more specific. How correctly perfect she was with those crumbled softest skin and the toothless smile! Like I was telling Maa the other day, half of my life problems would have been over if she was around. Our common bunch of optimism and my personal blessing giver. So this song from the ad reminded me, how the zidd to go is always so strong that you cannot make them stay.

Yuhi pehlu mein baithein raho...

Like that one evening in the coffee shop, where all that I can remember is, how I felt I was sitting with someone I don't know. Like that one semester day when I was waiting in college till everyone left to find that everyone actually left. Like that first Bangalore weekend when I was sure I would not be that alone.

Aaj jane ki zidd na karo...

Or maybe, if the zidd matters so much, go, just go. Except for Dida who has left me devastated still. Dear woman, wherever you are, I miss you everytime I get knocked down, which is everyday. I miss you everytime I have secret messages to send to god, which is everyday. I miss you everytime I need to be told that everything will be okay, which is everyday. And it has been forever since someone​ has actually meant and said that. My two ultimate dialogue stars of all things bright and positive, how difficult was it to stay, just stay.

Ides Of March

Half Pant!
The reason behind my sudden conclusion that the ides of March are not false after all and how?

Marriage is a well discussed topic in the household for most of us these days, especially when the ex is married/about to get married, especially when there is no ex and even then, there is no interest in shaadi, especially when the younger cousins are all set to get hitched. I fall into few of such categories and the Mommy keeps on bringing the topic, almost daily.

Easy way out? Give them your damn requirements and then, knowing me, the requirements would be such that no man would be found, the our-daughter-cannot-cook being the biggest highlight!!! :D
So one clause of mine being, the sasuma should not create a hoopla about my half pants. To this, the mother (my  Batman) who cooks worse Chicken Biryani and drives better car than the father objected. I was full in shock knowing the viewpoints of someone who has forever been the crusher of gender bias, Maa!

So I was wondering what is it about half pants that is so unacceptable? Everyone wears it, everyone!!!! Summers man! I cannot remember wearing anything but those at home all my life.  Come choitro sale and there would be new half pants!!! This topic might lead into a LOT of subtopics, of hypocrisy (mine) and what not. Anyway!

So Ides of March lesson number 1:
Half Pant = No shaadi
No half Pant = No shaadi
Who cares anymore anyway!
To life... AMEN
Also, Half Pant comrades, live long :D

First Rain of the Year

Here's to the times when nothing made me happier than counting the rains...

Saal ki pehli baarish mubaraq ho ^_^

 Also this, because it feels nice to be liked at times ^_^