10th July '08

Suppose. I suppose. You suppose. He supposes. All suppose.
Supposition forms the basis of human relations and strangely for most of the theories we study. It’s always a supposition. The beginning and the end of anything and everything

I’ve been a bharatiya-shaadi-shuda-naari for exactly 2.5 months today. Already. Yeah man, totally.It’s been a roller coaster ride since the one week notice to the altar, havan-kund in this case. And then a subsequent flight to Hyderabad, stop at ISB campus.

My pati-parmeshwar is the same character as ever, however every single day spent with him, literally living (seems like living in ) is randomly amusing with different flashes of colours and patterns seeping in from all direction. Hats off to him. Really. He takes my weirdness really well. Kudos Darling.

My house, Our house, Our home. Is home now. From the hotel type feel of empty walls and leather sofas and white sheets, We’ve turned SV3_E6 into a haven where we recede into colour and memories and joys of life.

I’m so many new things now. New titles to me. A Kanoria. A spouse. A Mrs. A wife. A …….“in-law”. And it goes on and on. Crazy. But just answering to new addresses hasn’t changed me a bit. Crazy. Yes, I’m still crazy and half a crack-pot. The way I’ve always been. And hopefully shall remain so.

I’m amazed at myself, at how I could manage and do so much and so easily. (I donot deny teething troubles). And yeah, The cook in me has emerged too. I can make food. And normal ghar food, lalalalalla. And I make it fingerlicking, lipsmacking, mouthwatering good. Hah. It’s not difficult. It’s creative. And I love it.

Bharatiya shaadi-shuda naari exudes and air about it. And I can’t identify with it. But still I think I’m doing a gud job. And the best part is. It doesn’t feel like a job. Seems like I’m playing a game or something.

A different place, a strange simulated life. An array of familiar faces, some friends, some acquaintances and some just there. Pangs of god-knows what, and then the routine steps in. New things to do, explore. Spread outwards, find perspectives. To reflect inside.
SO much to do. But moods intercept. It’s a way of life. Keep your fingers crossed and encourage the positive, Dream and Believe. And most important, ignore the negative like they don’t even exist, lest they take your wind away.

Fly away my dear. Fly away.The nest shall give you rest.
Fly away my dear, Fly away.
The rhythms beat the chest.
Fly away my dear. Fly away.
But remember,
Crest is where you rest.