Monday, December 1, 2014

Winter Morning Chai

It was Five in the morning ..bitterly cold and I was up was because I couldn't take the mosquito bites any more… Four hours of blood fest amidst my clapping and they still didn't have their fill. I zipped my jacket, borrowed shawl (quilts) from my sleeping mother and came out of our ancestral house.

I decided to take a long walk and went to the adjacent Muhalla (Locality) to Bundelkhand which houses equal proportion of Rajputs and Bhumihars with few houses of muslims as well. Rajputs are the warrior Hindu clan and Bhumihars proclaim themselves as Brahmins. Rajputs have their reservations about them and think as the name states they are nothing but land grabbers (Bhumi = land; Har=grab).

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Smoke, Drink & Blood - Our way

Stage 1 – 1930’s
My cousin grandfather was working as lineman in Dumdum airport, Kolkata (now Netaji Subhash Chandra bose airport). He was from the 2nd batch of Indians hired to do grounds work at Rs.30/month. This is something he told me two decades back… now he is dead; I don’t know where he is buried but the story he told me then got embedded in my memory and gives me some sense of pride which is easy to carry but hard to share if you know what I mean. 

He was a bachelor then came from his native place to work in Calcutta taking a loan of Rs. 50-60 from my grandfather (his brother). Life had just started for him in the new city but was going smooth he used to send half his salary back home (half the sum to his parents and half to my grandfather to clear his debt) remaining he used for his boarding and lodging in Calcutta and still saving a bit for his pending marriage. That was life in beautiful India then under British rule.

Friday, January 31, 2014

Death of Criminal me...

Although my ancestors reside in the ganglands of northern India, I never acknowledged myself from being there and for good reasons. Unlike greater part of India where common man is corrupt - they are whisker short of being criminal in my native place. I never met someone lacking in violent temperament from there...well at least till my dear Friend Sachin Vij got married.  I remember getting a big smile when I first came to know that his wife is from my native place and the very next moment I was worried about my friends well-being. You see although he is a sweetheart he is also a 'Delhiite' and like me if his roots start calling he will end up doing his peacock dance and fingering act in front of whom, hammering Delhiites' comes naturally.

Friday, November 15, 2013

What kind of mood is she in today?

Husbands around the globe face risk and perhaps potential demise each time they come home at the end of a hard day of work. Desperate men everywhere ask themselves every evening the same ultimate question “What kind of mood is she in today?” 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Whenever I stand in front of a mirror I don't like what I see. It's been some time... you feel helpless knowing all the factors involved are going to deteriorate further as the time passes... the mirror..the vision and the image. After giving up on the mirror and the vision I come to the final part the image

These late night when my wife finally sleeps with exhaustion battling her ever constant back pain, I usually sneak to bathroom to have my last smoke. And there my critical eye rises... and my mood is so low that the earth´s core can consume it, I often end up examining myself.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Art of Living

Weather is fine… sun is out… greenery everywhere… you got butterflies on the flowerbed as well… location is surely not India but the one you see during the songs in any Bollywood romantics...Mr Bolek and Mrs Lolek sit down to share breakfast and the Sunday paper. Three years into their marriage, things are going great. They both work, share the household chores, manage their finances together and their love life is good... they even go for swimming and movies together like they dreamt of before marriage. Sure they fight sometimes... like other couples married or not..but  they talk it out and make sure they never go to bed angry and if they go they make sure not to break the promise of never sleeping in separate rooms/beds.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Perils of a Good Relation

I guess all good relation comes only in 1 flavor and that's bored &monotonous. My life is full of good relations and hence it's sans any excitement. I graduated from being bachelor & lonely to married & bored to death around 3 years back.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Taming the Lion - Rise of Mrs.

On a good day I am around 30 kg more than my wife… maybe overweight for a fellow of my age and size by 10 kg or so but I am like a snake when it comes to moves… I am very hard to catch even in a small room … I can make people tired and loose hope just by making them try catching me circling around my sofa. I cannot only dodge flying objects in kitchen or bedroom but have also mastered the art of dodging constant nagging and verbal abuse.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Sins and handful of Realization

Croatia this time around was more of self-realization trip. Realized I am past my prime with receding hairline and overflowing stomach. Perhaps if you don’t read any blogs about my fatherhood peril or plans of it in next couple of years… understand that shipped has sailed for me. Ye, I realized bad stuff actually did a lot of good to me. Dope enhanced my imagination to think out of reality box. Cigarettes gave me patience to sit down and pen those. Chemicals gave me courage to go ahead and publish it for you judgmental pricks.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Living the husband moments

I had a sloppy first half of life and the second half is going through a litmus paper test, which I call Marriage.

It’s the second half alrite… I got double chin for starters … got grey hair trespassing my youth on my sideburn running a very successful breeding program right on my cheeks…and you know you are getting old when you hurt yourself while sleeping…and having a wife just works like a catalyst to your aging process.