• Thirty years ago when my friend Prema was looking for a groom, she made it quite clear that she was not looking for a “boy” but a man. She was also very fussy about the kind of man she wanted.  Like all of us, she wanted him tall, and handsome,  someone who would make her heart beat faster, her step grow quicker and her smile wider with just the thought of him. Then she also wanted him to be smarter than Bill Gates and richer than Croesus. But what was most important, this veritable Greek God should have no parents or siblings. She was so fussy that one of her friends whose umpteenth recommendation was rejected for the umpteenth time actually said ” In that case you should look in an orphanage or may be make your own Man”.

    I must say,Prema got  her perfect man, a man who came closest to her profile – he had no parents ( they died before he could get married) and virtually no siblings as they were far removed  from his life  both geographically and emotionally. So like the proverbial princess, she found her Prince who didn’t turn into a frog and they both lived happily ever after.

    Marrying a man, however perfect he may be, is not without the dangers of marrying his family. In India at least, the man comes as a package deal and as I’ve come to believe, every woman has to deal with her natural enemy – her mother in law. I digress a little but the Mother in law is the most hated relative on this planet – the sons-in-law  hate them equally because their wives turn so irritatingly like their mothers when they are having a fight. So if any man has no mother in law to contend with, he should consider himself blessed.

    Fathers-in-law and Brothers-in-law are also quite manageable for woman as most times they can be kept in the periphery unless of course they control the family’s purse strings. If that is the case then all in-laws are potential out-laws.

    But apart from the mother-in-law, a wife has to most watch out for that other very special person in “his” life – his sister or her sister-in-law. Initially all is hunky dory as the young bride or new bride ( considering how old  brides are getting these days calling them young is quite ridiculous) is “welcomed” into the family. Then as familiarity starts breeding contempt and the in-law’s teeth start falling or bones start aching,  the sisters-in-law step in : despite the love showered by the son on his parent, the care given by his wife is never enough so the poor sisters-in-law are left to do the donkey work of taking over the care of their parents. This is also largely due to the fact the mother-in-law has no faith in her daughter-in-law (despite many years of living together and getting to know each other) and is only comfortable with her own flesh and blood. So then begins the careful Dance of the In-Laws where the sister-in-law makes all the doctors’ appointments, accompanies the ailing parent and then grudgingly instructs the brother’s wife to follow up ………. This formula is repeated for everything concerning the parents – right from getting their Fixed Deposits renewed to taking them to their friend’s funerals and accompanying them to family functions. And God forbid if you have more than one sister-in-law…………

    Which brings me to the ultimate formula

    D= 1/s

    Where D= Mother-in-law’s distrust
    s= sister in law ( the more the sisters-in-law, the greater the distrust)

    So, in hindsight I think Prema was right – not only does she not have any parents-in-law to pander to, she doesn’t even have a sister-in-law to contend with as the Perfect Man didn’t have one in the first place!   ………

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  • De-mystifying life

    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

     ‘I wish someone told me……


    Why pigs don’t fly
    Why onions make you cry
    Why broken hearts never heal
    Why watched kettles don’t boil
    Why taxis never go where you want them to go

    I wish someone told me……

    Why your red sari blouse bleeds  and makes all the whites pink
    Why you can’t speak your mind and say what you think.
    Why it never rains when you carry an umbrella
    Why my phone rings when I’m looking for change
    Why the shop with a million bras doesn’t have one my size
    Why people address me as sir when I’m obviously a ma’am.

    I wish someone told me……..

    The moment you step into a cab, the bus comes along
    When you tidy your cupboard, you won’t find a thing.
    You throw out your old address book 
    That dress you never wore, your friend asks to borrow it.
    And your aunt asks for more
    Details about your old neighbour she met once before
    At your house.

    I wish someone told me…..

    How soon children grow
    How hard it is to let go
    How easy to lie.

    How tough to say sorry
    And kiss one goodbye.

    But then I realise how
    dull life could be
    If someone just told me
    How things would be.

    So I am happy to live
    A life of uncertainty
    a mystery 
    Unwinding,
    Enchanting
    Capricious,
    Alarming.
    Delightfully vague
    Unknown and unclear
    A challenge each moment
    Each day
    Through the year.

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  • Goodbye Ganesha

    This granite milestone marking 3 miles from St. Thomas’ Cathedral in the heart of what one can easily now call Old Mumbai ,(since Navi Mumbai  sits right across the harbour!) is normally hidden from view by the vegetable sellers who have acquired rights to squat on the pavement to sell their wares. Alas! so used are people to find our pavements crowded with  shops that they  automatically  walk on the streets of Mumbai,  giving Street Walking a completely different connotation.

    As I waited by this milestone, I captured a few scenes of my city in the dying sun. People were making their way home: marching steadfastly to the Station at the bottom of the hill. Despite a day at work, their pace was swift betraying their impatience to get home soon.

    Yesterday morning felt like Sunday : street life was slow to start.
    At mid day the pace picked up and gradually preparations began
    to bid farewell to Lord Ganesh:
    The God with Elephant Head
     For ten days the city wore a festive look
    with streets lined with fairy lights that lit up as the sun went down.
    And temple bells clanged twice a day and sometimes thrice as people praised the Lord.

    There was an air of joy untold
    For ten whole days in festivity that brought together family,
    friends and all the world to pray for peace and harmony.

    At four the drums began to beat and people
    poured out on to the streets.
    Cars and trucks and tiny handcarts
    with idols to the Lord Ganesh bedecked with flowers.
    As incense sticks burned slowly down
    the people danced all around
    tapping their feet
    drumming the drums in hypnotic frenzied beat.

    All through , way past the setting sun
    They made their way towards the sea
    where multitudes of humanity waded in
    with Lord Ganesha borne aloft.
    Throughout the night the pilgrims
    made their westward way
    To say goodbye to Lord Ganesh
    And welcome Him into their homes
    and hearts again
    Another day.

    Ganpati Bappa Morya! 

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