Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Evolution - Part 1

I would be completing another victorious year of my life soon. I just thought I might pen down all the wonderful years which made me who I am today. Since the post is long I thought I'd write it as two parts, the first being this and the next one after a while. I scribbled only the first thing that came into my head at each year else I would need an entire book to fill. So here goes:

1 Yr:    I really don't remember what happened. When I was 1 year old I probably wanted to learn to walk properly or wondered why people were all being nice to me.


2 Yr:   When I was 2, my parents always played with me and cuddled me. I also noticed they did the same with my brother, who by the way was elder to me by just a year. I was also applauded for my extraordinary skills of calling my dad ‘appa’ and my mom ‘amma’.

3 Yr:   At 3 I found myself exploring the house, being stuffed with lots of milky cereals and putting unwanted things in my mouth- which of course was forcefully extracted out by my mother. I was also caught red-handed by a mean looking aunty for stuffing bread in between suitcases and sofa cushions; at this point my mom was at the hospital welcoming my sister into the world.

4 Yr:    4 was the year, when I was closer with my brother as we went to the same tuition for learning the alphabets. We both hated the teacher because she gave us lesser play time and kept asking us to write numbers and letters. She had a plastic scale too, that was never used for drawing lines on books instead  she used to seal temporary lines on our backs and hands.

5 Yr:    During my 5th year, I joined school landing in 1st grade directly. I felt alone and I missed sitting at home and watching cartoons. I never made friends easily. I also remember Gibson bringing all the stray cats, pigeons home and my mom chasing him and the animals out with a silver kitchen spoon.

6 Yr:    I moved onto the next grade, loved playing with the battery cars at home, my Minnie mouse and the small blue tub where our mom used to bathe all 3 of us. My dad always got me a strawberry ice-cream cone when Gibson and Gulbsy got a vanilla.

7 Yr:    I had a cycle with 4 wheels (2 on the side to help me balance). When ants used to die in my house, me and my brother used to kneel and pray to God to bring them back to life. The next morning we used to wonder why God never did that.


8 Yr:    Studies were getting harder, I took a decision not to marry because boys were tagged 'yucky' by my fellow girl classmates. I was the teacher, my brother was the banker and my sister was the customer cum student in our pretence games. We made sure we had the better roles because we were elder. Gibson also had a gang named ‘the hart foundation’ which was dedicated to our favorite wrestler from WWE- Bret the hitman hart. Gibson fought dangerous gang fights after we got down from our school bus with other supposedly dangerous gangs. I made sure I was always present to cheer for my brother.

9 Yr:   I was Mother Mary in our church play. Some boy was Joseph, I was embarrassed because all the kids made fun of us. I resolved to be Angel Gabriel or Elizabeth the next year. Secretly, me and my brother put dead rats on the entrance to our neighbor's door and made their mean kids scream. Noone messed with us. We were rewarded at night with spoon marks on our back by our dad. We understood at that point  they complained.

10 Yr:  We got our first family game; Gibson liked to shoot ducks while I liked playing Mario. Gulbsy always saved her candy for me from school. I still liked Gibson and thought her cheap ways of saving candies to win me needed to be improved, though I did eat the candy. I was Mother Mary this year too. Sigh.


11 Yr:   I started trying to be cool at school which did not turn out very well. I did study well and always ended up in the first 5 ranks. This did me no good in making me ‘cool’.  Gulbsy wrote in her bible, “I love Gibsy so much but I don’t know why she doesn’t love me”. I am not impressed.

12 Yr: I met my sweetest friend Sabeena. She had an amazing voice. I also started talking on the phone a lot for the first time. This time it was not only about subject doubts but included class gossips and movies. I had come for a vacation to India and I never wanted to step foot in it again.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Black 'n' White

I was in my mom's place yesterday and we were just rattling on about the happenings around. At one instant my mom told me the fat aunty who lives behind our house wanted a bride for her son. The conditions which she put forth for the prospective bride were in simple words, 'she should be a young, white and beautiful' gal. Well for the fat aunty, white = beautiful anyway.

I was thinking about this phrase and felt a surge of amusement. I know how her son looks. I am not discriminating here but it feels weird and foolish to demand a young, pretty and so called 'white' lady for her early thirties hefty-looking son. I mean come on people, see the disaster on your side as well instead of being choosy.

Oh, but I almost forgot. She has her justification for that - he's working abroad with hands flowing with money. Amazing isn't it? any bidders?




Its super cool when society has invisible rules in marriage like " I am a rich foreign-working man so I am entitled to have a babelicious wife. But hey, its alright... even if she's dead ugly to me you can sell her to me paying a few billions so that she has the rights to have babies and add my name to hers". (This isn't called dowry in their dictionary - no, its just the bride's daddy's duty because he was the ultimate reason for her not being 'white'). Don't even get me started on wanting 'traditional brides' because apparently women who wear jeans and other 'western' attire are looked down upon by the righteous people of our society because of the DISGUSTING (huge stress on this word please!) way they are bought up.

Ah well, some things are really interesting around here, isn't it?