Nine years ago, in 2011, my elder sister was getting married.
I was twenty at the time. And I hated marriage. (I still do :D)
A day before marriage, our aunt (masi) brought her a bowl of hand-pounded halwa. It was basically made of roti crushed through hand, along with sugar and loads of ghee. The purpose was to make sure that the bride remains strong and healthy while going through the wedding ceremonies.
As my sister was having it, my masi and I were sitting next to her. This sweet preparation was also to be eaten by someone who was to get married next. And I clearly wasn’t the one, given my age as well as worldviews.
Still I ate that yummy thing. It was so delicious, and I was going through her wedding tiredness more than her 🙂
But of course, eating that preparation didn’t end up getting me married, as it is believed to be so.
Several years later on my cousin’s marriage, I was purposefully given that preparation so I got married. I had that dry-fruits and sweet-filled preparation happily, enjoyed it and forgot about it.
The best part is, I am still unmarried. Not as a “side-effect” of those sweet-preparations (lol), rather out of choice.
How can a life decision be dependent on eating something?
This helps to understand, that the next time we are given a belief that is going on for long, it pays to not believe it. While still making the best of it 🙂
Remember how I wrote about a neighbourhood Uncle a few days back, and how he used to address me Moti?
Well, today morning we bumped into each other again, and what followed was magical! (Okay, not magical, yet surprising :D)
- He didn’t address me like that
- Which indeed made me talk to him for a while
- And then he started his usual Uncle kinda talks to say: “When are you going back to Delhi (I would’ve told you if I knew the answer), “Do you have a vacancy for CA in Delhi (There are hazaar vacancies, however, this is not how life works bro); and my nephew in Ahmedabad is looking for a job (Will he really listen to a female helping him to search a job? – I’d love to help, if he is willing to be helped :D)
Chalo, the essence of this post was that now both that Uncle and me are away from our “addressing” me blatantly issues to the usual ones 🙂
Aal is well!
So this was a forwarded joke that I read on Internet today:
Someone met his ex-girlfriend after 10 years. Him: Ms or Mrs? Her: Dr.
Rising up to our own expectations and living by them is the best 10 year challenge.
Not to show them.
To show ourselves. That the best thing in life was their exit.
When I receive an e-mail I didn’t expect to receive,
How I want to respond:
Mujhe tujhse baat hi nahi karni! Katta, katta, hamesha ke liye katta!!!
How I actually respond:
Sure, thank you.
Is this how sometimes even you want to respond? 💁🏻♀️