Tuesday, April 28, 2015

In love with the imperfect man

G you are stepping on the wrong side of 30 Baby :) and i could not have been more wicked happy about it.

We started off with your 29th Birthday and today after 7 years i am out of ideas. I am out of gifts, out of streamers, balloons, mush cards and all the shenanigans. But one thing my man, i would never run run out of, is..words.

You remain the constant fear in my life, the fear of having tea spilled over the new bedsheets, the fear of forever changing dates of holidays, the fear of hearing from you "lets just sleep today " on a Sunday afternoon, the fear of you not listening to why Jabong is my favorite place to buy online and the greatest fear of all is to hear you say "i dont want to drive that far for your matching earings "

Life is about such simple joys with you, like hearing you ring the bell when you come back from office, i think i greet you more excited than a 3 week old pup would be. Like sitting at that small road side cafe where i thulp on my cold coffee and maggi while you and Keya are too busy fighting eachother as she wants to sip my coffee. Life is about the small joys of watching you pick up my favorite loaf of cake at the shop, without being told, about letting me watch late night sappy movies while you agree to put Keya to bed.Innumerable trips to the streetside shopping paradise, just so i can get the perfect pair of earings, silent painful moments spent waiting outside the taylors shop,unimaginable pain of seeing yet another new pair of sandals or a new suit. But boy, you think i miss the look of admiration when you see me step out wearing something new..you know, i can see that secret admiration, that quiet 2 second approval that you give me, munching on your bread toasts sitting across the dining table. So, everytime i shop, i know who is the happier and prouder soul :)

Having said this my dear heart throb, let me assure you, till the day my heart throbs, its going to always go gogogagga over you because no one can deal with this crazy heart of mine, as well as you do. We as 30 year olds, talking about hearts and hearth throbs after 7 years of marriage is good sign , eh ? who would know that the shy bespectacled boy in his blue corduroys would manage to keep this crabby nomad hinged , for a lifetime.

You have been the strongest rock to lean on and sometime bang my head on, i have rubbed you the wrong way, i have given you mood swings leaving you clueless, i have been bad..but who knew someday i would regret all that. You have taken me at my best worst and when i am myself unsure of , for all that and more, much more, thank you Baby.

Stay this way please ! i love that fussy hand wiping out the dinner plates, i love that unkept hair out of bed, i love those fumbling hands spilling tea, i love those eyes that poke me when it sees something new, i love the short msgs and text in the middle of the day..but most of all, i love my daughters father.

Happy Birthday to the worlds Greatest Father,  stay this way, imperfectly the best !

PS:" Perfect Woman " is a word wrongly included , as a marketing gimmick in that matrimony site 7 years back ! there are no perfect women
, just one woman, who is perfect for you 

Friday, February 20, 2015

Seven Years Itch

I am back..after almost a year and all of you know what took me so long. It was a 3 year old tornado of a daughter, a mailbox that’s always full of red flagged mails, a house full of plants that chose to shrivel if I don’t talk while watering them, and my parents who are staying with us these days and I sometimes wonder how many children do I have in our house. Amid all this chaos there is G, my source of infinite strength, love and Rajnikant Jokes.

A year is not a long time you know, I have seen people staying away from their loved ones, in the name of work, education,moving on in life etc. But one thing we chose to take a call on was, no matter what we shall st
ay here in this country, in our country , together. We tip toe on littered streets, we show our hands and cross the roads, we don’t let our three year old play out alone, we do a “parcel” of left over food at the restaurants, I fight and haggle with stubborn Pune autowallahs, I celebrate with a home made cup of tea when I strike a deal with the local Baai to charge me Rs100 less than the usual bartan jhadu pocha rates, G and Baba love to visit the smelly fish market every Sunday, touch and feel the stuff on display before the weeks loot is taken ,Maa has her new found friends , one of who does her eyebrows for free whenever needed and oh yes we have the luxury of a cook , a maid and also a cleaner.
Who does not love this country !

So amid all this talking, bargaining, walking cooking, buying grocery, making business pitches, I lost time for this blog.

This blog taught me to write, to express myself the way I never did before, it gave me so many applauds and bravos when someone would read it for the first time , it gave me my first celebrity moment when someone recognized me in a mall because of my blog, it gave me so many many wonderful beautiful friends who have stayed with me through all these 7 years..Oh yes this blog is 7 years old !

So to take care of the seven years itch, here is my first attempt at getting back to what I have always loved, writing…and talking.

It about moving ahead, its about picking up the best from the past and creating something even more beautiful and most importantly this page will always be about Love and other beautiful disasters.

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