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The Phone Call…

It was pretty dark out there and the ceiling I was staring at wasn’t visible at all. Having succumbed to an unusual power cut, I was lying on the floor and the phone rang. It was the landline and I hated it when someone called on that. What was the cell phone for? I had to now get up, go and check who was calling. I hated it when they played around asking me to recognize their voices as if it were of Amitabh or Lata and which if I wrongly did, would be reprimanded for. I swore a hundred times over, before answering the call.


Ah…that was Dita…Anandita Chawla…


“Hello…I’m in a very bad state…can we meet up?”

“What happened?? Sure…”

“Will tell when we meet up…how about early tomorrow morning, by the beach side?”

“Ya, that’s fine, but why not now??? Where are you??”

“Nah…it’s too late right now…I’ll be fine till then…don’t you worry…I promise to see you tomorrow!”

“What are you talking about…I mean why are talking like this?? Tell me please…”

“It’s a long story…will tell you in person.”

“Where you are? I’ll be there right now…I’m so worried now…”

“Nah…Sammy…Nah… listen to me…tomorrow morning, at the beach…6 am sharp…ok?”

“Hey c’mon…you think I’ll be able to sleep now?? Huh…Why not now Dita?? Why not now??”

“It’s not that easy for me to tell everything on the phone Sammy. I’m upset with all that has happened with me over the last 24 hours…I’m terribly shaken by it all that I now need some time to rest but…”

“What happened?”

“…but I needed to tell you that I’m gonna be alright and so the call.”

“What the hell happened, Anandita?”

“Sammy, please try to understand…I’m not at my best right now to share the details of all that has happened with me…understand my incapability and meet me tomorrow at our usual spot.”

“You bet. But I’m skeptical about me getting sleep anymore…hmm…but as you say, we shall catch up tomorrow morning.”

“Bye…and try to sleep Sammy…Sorry, but I had no one else to fall back on.”

“It’s fine Dita. Do take care of yourself. Bye”

What had happened with Anandita? Why was she so petrified and about what? What would she have gone through? I had no clue…Whom do I ask about it? I knew no one related to her. Nor did I know any of her friends personally, to have their contacts. How will I sleep with so much of stuff on my mind? I was now profusely perspiring in the dark and there was no sign of the power cut coming to an end.
Just then I heard another ring. It was the cell phone this time displaying my housemate Shirish, on the line.

“Hey Rish…”

“Yo Sam…I’m on the way to my hometown man. Just wanted to tell you two things: 1. Don’t forget to keep the milk in the fridge and 2. The landline is dead man, get it repaired.”


Posted by on September 17, 2010 in poetry


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[A Retrospect]~Era of the Bride – Analyzed from Groom’s side! ;)

This is a post in retrospect to the demands of a gal (of marriage-able age)…as posted on my internal blog medium…by her friend! 😛

Disclaimer: This post is pertaining only to the traditional case of “arranged marriage” – and is meant just for retrospective fun! No female hearts are meant to be broken, during the read! Amen! 🙂
I’m not a chauvinist pig (for those who are unaware, this is not a swear word – its just an expression), so just have a hearty laugh even if your blood boils! 😉

Apart from his own requirements, the bridegroom has to also consider the requirements of his parents, his dominating relatives, if any and sometimes even of his siblings (sisters – to be specific).
I wanted a working woman…and as far as I remember, that was my only condition. Thankfully, my mom had no conditions except that her daughter-in-law should know to converse/speak in our mother-tongue (Konkani) – this was mainly a condition, to avoid me from going in for a love marriage! 😛 – and then my sister was sweet enough not to lay down any personal expectations about her future sister-in-law…and by common sense – none of us, listen to our relatives, though they have a lot to say! 😀 :mrgreen:
And as it so happened, I got hooked by the first gal I met – a rare occurrence when it comes to “arranged” marriage. Now what more can I ask for?! I’m a lucky-a$$, ain’t I? 😀

She had a few expectations, which I felt was normal to have as a bride. Like her guy should be – independent, loving, caring, family-oriented, happy-go-lucky, responsible, can survive when she can’t cook – in short, like me! 😉
I was wondering (actually, I needed a topic to write on 😛 ) how it would have been, if I had been subjected to the “demands” which were mentioned in the post. Let me analyze! 😉 

1. The guy should be a lefty, so that his brain works right. – A good one-liner to laugh at, but scientifically I guess the left brain does most of the right things! 😀 And oh, guess she’s an Amitabh/Abhishek Bachchan fan!

2. He must read, write, and speak 2 foreign languages fluently. (She wants to live atleast a decade each in two foreign countries.) – Will the languages Zulu and Swahili work??? Will dense African countries do? 😛

3. He must play at least 2 sports (one indoor game and one out door game). Preferably he should a national champion in at least one. – This is a very cheeky demand! 😉 No wonder she wants him to play games (with her)…hehe…national champion, is a touch too much!! 😛 When it comes to outdoor games, PDA* is the new sport! 😛

4. He should have silky hair. – “He should have hair”  is ok…what the silky??!! 😈

5. He must have well aligned white teeth. – I doubt even Mannequins get to have well-aligned teeth! When dentists build an artificial tooth set (lower+upper jaws) – I doubt it will be well-aligned! Whitening is possible though – remember “Happy Dent” advertisements?! :mrgreen:

6. He should be 6 feet tall. 5ft 11” is adjustable. – Adjustable by an inch…so kind-hearted she is.  :mrgreen:

7. He should know to cook. – Men learn to cook these days, knowing this very nature (ok read it as ‘demand’) of women of today. (Dear ladies, no attacking me pls! 😛 )

8. He must play the guitar. – Thankfully and hopefully she didn’t mean “play a tune”! 😛

9. No big belly. A six pack would be good. An 8 pack would be great. – Even if achieved using steroids??? 🙄

10. He shouldn’t wear VIP, Rupa or Tantex inner wear. – Thank god she didn’t stop at “He shouldn’t wear!”…hehe – but agreed…these brands don’t go well with 6-8 packs! 😉 The elastic is so LS (of low standard)! 😛

Now…in short…
The guy should be a left-hander who needs to be well-versed in 2 foreign languages (country/continent, no bar), must play safe…err…sports (2 of them…indoor and outdoor), must be mannequin-like with silky hair and well aligned white teeth, must be 6 feet tall (one inch variation – adjustable), he should be able to cook as he plays the guitar and builds muscles/packs…and all this he shouldn’t do wearing Indian inner-wears! Uff…
Now…If I had all these God-like supreme qualities – would I agree to marry this ‘demanding’ female? Lol…NO WAYS!!! I would rather go for someone who doesn’t want all these – opposites attract!

* PDA – Public Display of Affection


Posted by on September 2, 2010 in Friends, I~do~such~things, Thoughts


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