It's not funny
Posted by Anantha | Posted in Cinema , Concern | Posted on Saturday, June 29, 2013
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“They love each other yaar.. gharawale samajh te nahi hain na..”, My colleague said finishing his last sip of coffee. It was just another conversation during the coffee break. He had briefly told the (so called) love story of his cousin sister who lives in SA.
After attentively listening to the story, I asked, “so they r serious about marriage?”
“haan yaar…”, colleague replied in isn’t-that-obvious-tone.
Though my presets are quite idiosyncratic about marriage [love or arranged], I continued asking questions about them.
“how old is your cousin?”. He replied “19 ke aas pas hogi”.
Though I believe age n maturity don’t go hand in hand always, I snapped back with the question that was ready in my quiver, “you say she is 19 n guy is her classmate.. you say they know each other from past few months… You think they are matured enough to take such a decision?”
Colleague said, “I know her personally man. She is matured to take a call”, expressing slight unhappiness about me being skeptical about the maturity of his sister.
I continued, “I mean aisa nahi hona chahiye ki, dono ne apna apna phone bill baDhaya, thoDe saath saath ghoome aur pyar samajh baiThe..After all both are studying still”
Our conversation did not yield any fruitful results after that, neither my so called wise suggestion would have affected the lives of that to-be-couple. I seriously doubt any girl or boy of such tender age being wise enough to think of a right life partner for him/her.Forget about teenagers, here is a story of another colleague of mine who recently got engaged. These days he is quite elated about the way his courtship period is going and also happy for having got the official permission from his parents n to be in-laws to flirt with his fiancee.
Once I was quizzing him about his fiancee just out of curiosity.
“what are her hobbies man..? I mean what does she like/dislike?”
“she is not a movie buff… she says she reads a lot…”, he was answering to me patiently.
“I know the last time you touched any book was the day before your last semester BE exam”, I smiled only after making sure he took my comment lightly and smiled back.
After conversing for some time, I got into the mood of quizzing him again, “what do you feel is the common trait or common interests between both of you? That makes you feel both of you can face the challenges of life jointly”. I know that question was tricky to answer.
My friend thought for a while and answered, “both of us like eating fish…”!!!!!!!! I was stunned by his answer. Reassured my self that he was not saying jovially, he looked pretty serious about discovering a common trait between him n his fiancee.
I had asked him that question expecting him to say some qualities in both of them which will help them juggling their married life… and he says both of them like eating fish…!!!!!!!!
Mind you he is not of silly types to answer for my question in such a way, neither do I waste my energy in asking such a question to ny silly person I know.
It could even be like he said that just for the sake of answering to my question. But what if he really meant that…?!!!!!!!???! Quite shocking to hear such a confused answer from a man who will soon enter into a crucial phase of his life..
Aged Sardar
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If u had read my previous post, any one can imagine the heaven of time we guys had in that trekking. But all was not well in that trip. There was a thought that kept poking my heart all these days. Remember Pyara Pujabi Dhaba? It all started from there.
As that was a genuine punjabi dhaba, we could see lot of punjabi truck drivers who had come there to fill their stomachs. Truck drivers with not so tidy turbans, with big bellies, kurthas with spotted design of engine oil dirt, with long beard and moustaches concealing their tiring faces, few young sardars with neatly shaved cheeks teasing few other and trying to add some life to the milieu, some resting on the cot..
It took no time for us to realise that the dhaba was not only a mere food gulping place for those truck drivers. It was a place for get together for the long-time-no-see colleagues... or who knows a father may get to see his son there, who had left their home with their trucks in different directions to earn their livelihoods....
Of all these, there sat an eldest sardar having his food. He must be easily 65+. That paaji was certainly not savouring the food.. He even seem detached from the other gang of sardars. He was swallowing the morsels just for the heck of it... He must be away from his family for days or months who knows... He must be thinking of his wife who must have been waiting for his return in some corner of
That raised many questions in my heart...What would be the circumstance that is forcing this sardar to work at this age..? Certainly it must be his financial condition... may be his children must have ditched him...
Old florist
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I must mention about an old woman who sells garlands near our house. I am observing this woman from the days we shifted our house to this locality [may be from past 10-12 years]. This old lady always sits on the footpath near the bus stand with few other lady florists. She is not the same as I had seen her 10 yrs back. Age has worn her out. She no more seems enthusiastic when a customer approaches her asking for the garlands. I have not seen her talking to any other women around in the recent times..
The other day when I was walking back to home after the office, I looked at her. She was seated more hunched than ever. I observed her closely; she had caught sleep while preparing the garlands..!! That really churned my heart.. This is not the age to earn for your family or for
There must be millions of such senior citizens who still go to earn their livelihoods, battling their ageing bodies and emaciating health condition...
Are we guys so cruel to ignore the old coolies carrying your bags pantingly, those old beggars near the temples, and those old watchmen of multi storied apartments...?
Ho can we just walk away with out even feeling guilt in our heart after seeing such people?
We should do some thing to stop them working at this age.. Why do our Govt do not have any plans of pensions for senior citizens? I know even if they implement such things, what is the guaranty that the money will reach those old hands...? What is the guaranty that the children will not gulp that money also..?
We should better this condition some how...
Let that sardar carry his grand children on shoulder and go for a stroll in his lush green 'kheths'
Let that old florist lady enjoy the babbling of her grand child sitting at home...
Had been to a family function recently. Not to mention separately there were lot of kids playing all around, acting as if they were caged by their parents, all these days in their houses. There were some 3-4 toddlers [all of age group 7-8 Yrs] running all around, crying, beating up each other, complaining to their mothers, running from one end of the corridor to the other. I was observing them throught out. This went on even after the lunch also.. I expected them to just lie asleep in some corner of the house after the lunch... but the food made them even more fiercer I believe. I was getting a bit irritated by their silly complaints [I agree, we would also be like them at their ages..]. Then just to make them sit quietly for some time, I called all 3 of them and told them that if they sit quietly for 10 mins i would give them a chocolate. Thank God, that trick really helped me. They sat quietly on three adjacent chairs for first 5 mins or so.. then one of them started giggling for no reason. Then they slowly started wagging their tails one after the other. My warning dint help much.. At the end of the 10 mins, i gave a chocolate to the quietest among them... The moment I handed over the chocolate to 1, one among the other two started screaming as if she is going to blow the roof off.. It was quite unexpected for me.. I tried to convince her saying that BEST ONE WON, and U WEREN'T THE BEST, HENCE U WONT GET THE CHOCOLATE. I think these words never got into her mind... She complained about not getting a chocolate to her mother [her mother was noticing all this from a distance]. Her mother also tried to convince her.. but failed miserably.. Then just to get rid of that noise, she gave her a pack of chocolates [!!!?????] that she had got in her bag. This made the baby quiet, it ran away giving me a stare of 'I got it anyways..'
There is a message i want to convey to all mothers / guardians of young kids here. The above anecdote would look simple as the mother found a short term solution for the problem of crying child, but she has made a major mistake here. Here the child is not getting to know the importance of winning a competition / race. In turn its not getting the toil put behind winning a race, the child assumes a loser's scream will force her/his mother to give everything s/he desires in life. But neither life is so simple nor an angel like mother will always listen to ur grievances through out ur life. The ideal thing could have been that mother using this petty competition as a valuable lesson of life for the child. Why can't mothers tell the children, if u wanna get the chocolate, u have to wrk for it ??
Now lets view the incident in the perspective of child who won the chocolate... the lesson it would have got is disastrous ! Even though she won the competition, she ended up getting a single chocolate... but the child which cried after losing the competition got a bunch of it... My God.. It would leave an impression on the winning child as if winning the race made her a LOSER... At the end of the day, the winning child would lose the importance of winning... It would also follow the easier path as of the losing child.. So i request all the mothers in the world to make their children realise the importance of winning a prize by wrking for it.. by fighting for it.. by sweating for it.. And not by CRYING for it...
Quote: Nobody wins a silver, they just lose GOLD
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