Tuesday 15 March 2016

It's Holi time once again



Bura Na mano holi Hai used to be my favorite line on Holi, in fact the Holi masti started a week before and ended till late afternoon on Holi. How I wish I could go back in time and play Holi just like we did as little kids. The start of March, lazy weather and the preparation of Holi was all I remember when I was a small kid. The shops used to be flooded with different new designs of pichkaris, heaps of different colors and water balloons. I used to go Holi shopping with parent’s days in advance and I used to love the aromatic gulals everywhere. Holi was a planned event and it was never a one day affair. We used to hide behind staircases and terraces and target our victims ready with pichkaris and water balloons. We used to keep the timing perfect so that the target is close enough and after throwing the color or water balloon we used to hide back. It was so much fun. We used to tease each other if one missed the target. The plans were
made the night before and the excitement was too much to hide. We used to get up early in the morning. This was the only time when we did not mind getting up early in the morning as we had to prepare the countless
water balloons stocking them up in tubs and buckets. It was disappointment if some of the balloons were defective but then we went busy counting the total number of balloons prepared and we made
different colored water buckets also ready. The entire house used to get ready for the festival. Mummy prepared gujiyas and kachoris for the guests, who would come to play holi.  We used to raid the kitchen
again and again and asked for hot gujiyas and kachoris,we ate till the stomach hurt. Relatives, neighbors and family friends gathered and smeared each other faces with different colors but some miscreants used paints and sometimes even mud which was not a good thing and spoiled the fun. We kids played pranks on each other and on passers by, sometimes we got scolded too but drenching others with buckets full of colored water was worth it. Our holi time was not less than a war. Terrace was our adda and we always ended up dirtying the whole house despite elders scolding us and warnings given by parents in advance. We kids gathered at terraces to play holi and we sometimes took water from water tanks placed on the terraces. Water or no water, our holi never ended till the sun went down.
 We played with almost everything which we could get hold of. By the end of the day it was impossible to recognize each other. Exams, or any other excuse never worked on holi, we played bindass and made others play too woh bhi khulke.Its fun to see people looking funny with red face, orange fingers and green hair. Mummy always applied oil on our hair and skin before playing holi so that the colors may wash off easily.So lets play Holi Khulke but wisely.





“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”

Growing Up Playing Holi

I grew up watching all those Bollywood songs where the hero and the Heroine would be draped in the whitest of whites and threw gulal in the air and at each other as they sang a Holi song .Yet even in my wildest dreams I could not fathom myself wearing those bleached whites and going to play Holi.
For me my old trusted pair of denims and T-shirt remained the trusted attire .
Another part of my growing up years used to be having to live with or better still to wear and seen in clothes that I completely detested . These would be clothes bought by a relative who thought I would look cute in a jumpsuit with a ugly bunny embroidered on the front side .
For a growing up 12 year year old,being seen in such an outrageous 2 to 3 size larger clothes that woulds ill fit me was no way even close to the definition of cute. As I figured out that Holi came as a great occasion to redeem my self from the shame and embarrassment of having to wear such ill fitting and outrageous clothes . This was the time when the whole nation was drooling over rang barse bhige chunariye rang barse.Yet every time I got these detest worthy set of clothes that I was made to wear I invariably got inspired by none other then Gabbar and I would menacingly ask “Holi Kab Hai?, Kab Hai Holi” So everyone in my household began to think that Holi is my favorite festival that I ask about it at least 20 times a year. Little did they know that it was my way of getting rid of those clothes that I never would wear on normal days .However who said Holi is a normal day. This was the only day when I would wear these clothes that I wanted to get rid of and play with colors to my hearts content . Returning home with such discolored clothes my mother had no option but to throw them away. However I must confess that somewhere down the line the hatred for these clothes got drowned in loads of fun I had playing Holi with my friends.Slowly but surely it became the most awaited festival for me and my friends. Slowly most of my friends moved out and this celebration of Holi got discontinued. This year we are going to have a reunion Holi party of sorts where we would play with some dry colors as we have become conscious and aware of the fact that we should not waste water.
Then we would collectively organize a party in our lawn where we would have an open air kitchen.I see that there are quite a few senior citizens in our colony who rely on their domestic helps/cooks for cooking their meals however on the day of Holi the help /cooks do not come so we would have them come over for meals and together we would once again #KhulKeKheloHoli

“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”


Thursday 3 March 2016

The Kasams I want

Marriage becomes blissful if there is true love between a man and a woman. Marriage brings mutual comfort and a family. The family provides a framework for each family member to grow as a person in love and security. Thinking about the kasams I want from my man is his unconditional love for me. We are not perfect; in fact no one is perfect. I want him to accept me the way I am, with my flaws and skills. Loving someone and being loved brings happiness. 
There are many loves in one's life, such as your spouse or sweetheart, your parents, your family and children, or your best friend. We all want and need love. This is essential to the human race. We need to help each other, cooperate with each other, and reaffirm each others love. Love gives one a sense of immortality. I want a kasam from him that he will be faithful to me throughout his life. I want him to treat me like an equal. He should support me and motivate me to realize my dreams. 
We started our relationship with long hours of chats and long email chains. We discussed almost everything under the sun.He changed the way I think and showed me the brighter side of everything. I want a kasam from him that he will care for me always. He should show me the right side and guide me wherever I feel dubious. We love to talk about how we feel about each other. We love to compare it, categorize it. Every relationship is different so is ours. Love, trust, commitment is the foundation of our relationship. Our promises may look common but are unique for us. 
Can two people, who hardly have any experience in free will relationships and independent living, be expected to rationally make unconditional, forever-after type promises? I guess it’s difficult but not impossible. It’s the daily promise/kasams that matters. It’s the actions, rather than words. Words are easy to utter. Daily promise is worth ten million times more than a marriage vow. And that’s why it is so rare for a marriage or relationship to work out. It’s a rare human being that can – and will commit to a daily promise. I want a kasam from him that he will understand me. He will support me in whatever I do or say. If I am wrong then he should make me understand my mistakes .He should be patient with me. He should not lose his temper on me and blame me ever. He should help me with the household work. Equally share the responsibilities of the house. As we are both working partners a right balance is a must for a balanced life. He should stop nagging, learn to love unconditionally, and express his admiration.

“I’m blogging about the kasams I want from my man this Women’s Day with the #SadaSexy activity at BlogAdda in association with Set Wet.”





Your Kasams For Me


Dear Beloved, Thanks to #SadaSexy activity at BlogAdda in association with Set Wet. I am writing down some kasams that I want from you. Share the work load at home. Help me make home less chaotic. Start cleaning with me and help me doing the grocery shopping. I know you’re tired and worn out when you are back from office. But I am also managing both home and office and I want your co-operation. Kasamas are powerful so I want your kasam.I having learned that men struggle to say how they feel. I want your kasam that you will always express your feelings and love for me. A promise from him to listen to me and learn from me, to support me and accept my support. He will celebrate my triumphs and mourn my losses as though they were his own. He will love me and have faith in our love, through all our years and all that life may bring us. 
As a family, we will create a home filled with learning, laughter, and compassion. A promise to work with me to foster and cherish a relationship of equality knowing that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. The Kasam that I choose you to be my wife. I accept you as you are, and I offer myself in return. I will care for you, stand beside you, and share with you all of life’s adversities and all of its joys from this day forward, and all the days of my life. I will laugh with you in times of joy, and comfort you in times of sorrow. I will share in your dreams and support you as you strive to achieve your goals.
 I will listen to you with compassion and understanding, and speak to you with encouragement. Let us be partners, friends and lovers, today and all of the days that follow. I promise to laugh with you, cry with you, and grow with you. 
I will love you when we are together and when we are apart. I promise to support your dreams and to respect our differences, and to love you and be by your side through all the
days and nights of our lives. I will love you faithfully through the difficult and the easy. What ever may come, I will always be there, each one believing that love never dies. We shall bear together whatever trouble and sorrow life may bestow upon us, and we shall share together whatever good and joyful things life may bring us. 




“I’m blogging about the kasams I want from my man this Women’s Day with the #SadaSexy activity at BlogAdda in association with Set Wet.”