Daily Prompt- Perfume

Attempt 1

I think, it’s a blessed day today for my blog 😉 As I’ve ignored my blog, writing and reading in long time, today is the day when I not only passionately wrote and published a post and decided to start a series of my wedding experiences; I’ve also participated in Daily Prompts Challenges. And to add, I read month on month posts of one of my fellow bloggers, whose posts were so captivating that I kept on reading and reading. So this is going to be my second post in a day.. round of applause and beating drums… 😀 The idea of this post had crossed my mind this evening when i came back home and while i was going through various blogs and saw the Daily Prompts Topic, I couldn’t resist myself from writing this and hence, two posts in a day. So kindly bear with me 😀 😀

Perfume, Aroma, Fragrance, Bouquet, Odor, Scent, Stench, Stink can all be used to describe smell and what are those distinct perfumes, aroma, fragrance which makes us happy and nostalgic. Here are some of my favorites-

  1. The sweet smell of boiling milk (one of the primary reasons which triggered the idea of this post 🙂 while i was making tea this evening)
  2. Not to forget and high on ranking- smell of wet soil during rain
  3. Smell of agarbatti, diya and kapoor (camphor)
  4. Aroma of ghee and havan which fills and purifies the atmosphere
  5. Ghee ka Tadka in Daal either using jeera (cumin) or rai (musturd seeds)- super nostalgic. I instantly start to miss my mom and her food 😦
  6. Smell of a new born baby and Johnson’s baby products. I love its fragrance 🙂
  7. Smell of my husband’s deo/perfume 😉
  8. My own body smell 😉
  9. Aroma of brewing coffee… ahhhh.. so fulfilling… 🙂
  10. Rose water- It’s so freshening
  11. Smell of lemon and cucumber salad
  12. Aroma of delicious and lip-smacking Chicken Kosha/Curry by Hubby dearest 😉
  13. Smell of freshly cut onions and when you stir fry them along with garlic; fresh coriander, curry and mint leaves, raw mango, lemon, mere thought of mango and lemon are enough to make my mouth water! 😀

At the moment my thinking capability is limited to only these many points. I think, we all have this love and hate relationship with perfumes, aroma, smell… etc etc. They have this instant capability to take us back to memory lane.



Happily Ever After…is it? Part 1

Setting the stage

“…And they lived happily ever after!!” We have been hearing this ever since…. no one exactly knows. Every girl on this plant wishes for a fairy tale wedding and wants her prince charming to come on a white horse and sweep her off her feet with his looks, love and care. Maximum Bollywood or Hollywood movies portray this picture; the girls are eagerly waiting for their prince charming to come and marry them; writers across globe find this to be a lucrative subject to in cash upon. The female leads of Television serials have this sole purpose in their life- to find that one person who loves them unconditionally no matter what and end up marrying with no tension and adversities in life; and they are even able to find one. Lucky souls indeed! And our poor janta aka mango people aka common people falls in this trap as woven by our movies and serials. Hey have set the expectations high for any girl or guy or may be parents. The makers of such movies and serials don’t even know what they have done to the mango people who are watching their creations. If you see the business model of the Wedding Planners in India or abroad, they are set. They are totally set without any loss. It’s a high profit making business. Today, every Indian girl wants a pre-wedding photoshoot, a grand haldi, mehendi and sangeet ceremony. Every girl wants to don either Manish Malhotra or Sabyasachi lehenga which almost equals the ¼ (or may be more) of total wedding budget; which again, girls hardly wear for 3-4 hours and that lehenga never sees the day of light post wedding.

Coming back to the eternal question- is living happily ever after a reality or just an illusion? Why our movies and novels don’t dare to look and talk about post wedding scenario? Because they know, loving someone and chasing them/their families to get married is easy but living in a marriage and taking all the efforts to cope up with post wedding situations is the REAL TASK for both guy and the girl and if it’s a wedding with a twist like- inter caste, inter culture or the boss of all- inter-religion wedding, then toh it’s gone!! God bless the poor souls and their families.

Since my wedding is over and I’m a married girl now, one would wonder, why all these ranting and cribbing about wedding now? Is it natural or is it the side effects of 4.5 months old wedding? Could be or could not be! While I was watching a short movie on YouTube, I was compelled to think about my pre and post-wedding life. We all think that initial few months of wedding and job are “honeymoon” period! Is it really? No… not in my case at least. Let me tell you, we haven’t stepped out of this city together anywhere till this date. Our movie dates, coffee shop dates, lunch-dinner dates have reduced. We are one of those men-women who are financially challenged at the moment. No, I’m not cribbing or sad about this fact; because I know we both are trying hard and hard to make ends meet and I’ve no regrets or complaint about it. bigmarriagerefurbquotes19So, how does it look like to be a married girl or how are you supposed to feel when you have to live with a guy and handle him with all his loving annoying habits! How does it feel to manage finances and give up/compromise on certain things?
There’s lot more which I can write here, but let’s not get into them and straight away get to the point. Let’s face it- I AM MARRIED NOW and every wedding comes up with lot of new things. It’s a multifold dimension of life which keeps throwing surprises.

So, let’s get into my journey of “Happily Ever After”! Lot more to come… 🙂

The story of Pasta & Missing Wallet

Sitting in a way as I always wanted…with my laptop, in a café near the giant window seat with outside view and a light music in background. I can see my office; it’s just in front of the café. Have ordered red sauce pasta and I can hear the sizzling sound of its cooking and now even the aromatic smell is mixing in the air and making me crave for it even more. Having lot of thoughts in mind and just jotting them down. It has become a nice weather suddenly… it has become lil cloudy, I just wish for the rain to come to make it a perfect ambiance.

I am contemplating my life. The twists and turns, the changes in life and in me. There are times when I really hate myself for being highly unproductive, lazy and lost for no reason; and this is one of those times. I am actually not liking what I’m doing at work front. I should have been more productive and proactive but I’m not and I’m not liking this behaviour and attitude of myself. I know I’m not like this. This is just not me.

Ohh.. there comes my Penne Arrabbiata… my red sauce pasta… looks yummy!! Let me have some!! 

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…….. 😎 and with this pasta came the most embarrassing situation of my life (am I exaggerating… well may be yes but it has never happened with me, so technically yes… it is very embarrassing!!). I forgot my wallet in my office! 😨 This realization made to swear and drew attention of restaurant staff!! Explained them my situation in most embarrassing mode and excused myself after finishing meal. Every bite was so humiliating for me but once I was done, got back to my office, borrowed money from a colleague, another embarrassing moment, paid the bill at restaurant and phewwwwww… I felt relieved!
I’m the only one with such embarrassing experience? Share your’s and how did you handle that!! 😀

P.S. Now I double check my wallet for money and cards to avoid such embarrassment!! 

Music and Memories- II

​“Chalo Jane do.. ab chhodo bhi.. itna bhi kya gussa karna..kuch apni kaho, kuch meri suno.. yuh chup-chup reh kar di hi dil mein kya kudhna…”

While watching this movie yesterday with Pochu, I was reminded of this song all of a sudden. This song is from the Bollywood movie “Bhootnath”. It’s a very sweet and emotional song sung by Mr. Amitabh Bachchan and Juhi Chawla. A cute song which never fails to melt my heart every time I listen to it. Not just because of memories associated with it but also because of its lyrics; they are just mesmerizing. It’s set in the backdrop of a cute lil boy who’s upset and the ghost in the movie, played by Mr. Bachchan, sings this song to pacify him. One can easily fall for this one sentence in the song-

“tum hi mujhse rooth gae toh kisse baat karun main…jee utha hun main tum se mil ke, tum jo ho toh hun main…mujhse iss pal ho muh phere, fir bhi ho tum mere…”

It conveys so much… the importance of your loved ones, the centricity they hold in your life. Life almost stands still if they are upset or are angry with you. Their smile, their happiness means so much to you. That one moment when they are upset and you are willing to do anything for their smile to come back, for them to come back to their normal self. When you try so hard to understand the reason behind their sadness and anger. All these are in these beautiful lyrics. A very close friend of mine used to sing this for me whenever I was upset or angry. That beautiful voice has come alive since yesterday.​

Music and Memories- I

“In dino dil mera mujhse hai keh raha… tu khwab saja… tu jee le zara…hai tujhe bhi ijajat… kar le tu bhi mohabbat…”
A famous song from the Bollywood movie “Life in a Metro”. This track is on my repeat since forenoon. Since morning I’ve been listening so many old songs, not so old but yes, they transported me back to good old time. With every song, lot of memories flashed back. Listening songs were then and even now are a must in any situation. They are remedy to any problem, best friend when no one is around, when I want to escape everything and everyone, words to my unsaid emotions and feelings. I’ve read somewhere that “when we are happy we enjoy the music, it’s only when we are sad, we understand the lyrics”; that’s so true. Now that we are talking music, songs and memories, I would love to reminisce moments associated with songs I’ve grown listening.

“Life in a Metro” is a Bollywood movie which came in May 2007. An year which witnessed some of my life changing/altering decisions. I still remember when I had heard this song. I was in second year of my Graduation. I was attending some coaching classes on programming languages with some of my classmates after college. We had gone to a cyber-café to get some assignment prints and there it was… this song was playing in full volume. It was raining outside, it was dark, cloudy and this romantic track. What else you need to enjoy a perfect rainy day. I instantly fell for this song. Didn’t know the name of the movie; somehow found the name of movie and song. Those were days when I didn’t have a cellphone; there was one, but at home. We used to either download songs from that famous site ;), burn it in a CD/DVD, come home save it on PC and then listen; or buy the MP3 CD from local CD shops or borrow from some friends. I don’t remember which one of the mediums I chose to get this song but I eventually had it in my huge songs collection.

Whenever, I listen this song with full attention (not just the music but lyrics as well ;)), I remember that rainy evening and lot other memories come alive. That was the time when I just not only used to listen songs, but I lived and grew with them as well. Loads and loads of songs now come and go but not much of them leave any impact on me and life because I’ve stopped connecting them with my life. That magic and charm of living with them has gone… I listen songs even today and I’m still as crazy as I was before but I find something amiss… All I can say in terms of listening and living songs is… “koi lauta de mere beete hue din…”

Musings of a Bride-to-be: Part I

​Exactly three weeks from now, I’ll be at his house, we’ll be lawfully wedded couple. It gives me goosebumps to even think about it. Just three weeks left for our wedding. Can’t believe time passed too fast. 

Wedding, feels so weird at times when I think about it for myself. I can’t imagine myself being married. There is excitement, crazy feelings, and enthusiasm for all preparations, dresses, functions, meeting relatives and friends, wedding card, inviting people but there is something which fills me with nervousness. I keep watching Bengali weddings on YouTube to understand how they are and when I realize that I’ll also have to go through those rituals, I feel nervous and weird. Inter-culture marriages may sounds exciting and new but when you are actually into it you realize that how difficult it is. Language, food, culture… you name it and everything is so different. 

I don’t know how I’m gonna handle all these. Only thing I need is Pochu to be by my side; things may seem lil easy I feel.

G- going under the knives Part II

​I got an ultrasound done next morning and saw the gynaec. I went inside her cabin with my father. She saw the reports and broke the unfortunate news. I had a cystic mass around my right ovary which was about 12 X 9 cms in size. I needed an immediate surgery and the cyst needed to be checked for its nature, if it was benign or malignant. The mere word “Emergency Surgery” and “Ovarian Cyst” moved my parents and me. It was hard to believe that within 1.5 months how such a huge cyst can develop and that how I couldn’t feel or came to know about it. The first thing I did when I came back home was to send HR the initial report and inform her about my condition. I, being such a career oriented person, was worried about my new job. But then, it was my health which mattered the most at that time and I completely shunned the thought from my mind that I might lose this job. My father spoke to his colleagues & friends and found out a good Gastroenterologist. We had to travel to his Hospital. It was a 2-3 hours of journey and thankfully I didn’t have pain during the entire journey. We saw the doctor and he prescribed lots of tests after seeing the Ultrasound report. It was serious, it definitely was. By that time my pain decided to shoot up and there I was again lying on hospital bed with Ohhh-aaaahh. We went to the diagnostic center for tests. They were quick enough as the doctor had personally spoken to them. We got all tests done and came back to hospital with reports.

The entire time I was in diagnostic center, I had excruciating pain. I saw my parents helplessly seeing me in pain. Though, I generally try not to exhibit my pain or discomfort to my parents, but that day I couldn’t control and didn’t care about anyone and anything. I was crying in pain and everybody around us asked about what has happened. That was not usual me… crying in pain and feeling helpless. But that was the moment. I can still visualize how after all tests, I was roaming outside the lab building with my helpless mother. She tried everything to console me, to comfort me but all in vain. I tried not to cry or exhibit my pain and discomfort but I failed; I didn’t want to hurt my parents but I failed in front of pain. Nothing was comforting me.

Once we were back to hospital, the doctor informed that he’ll operate the next day. We all were scared to death. Everyone, i.e. me, and my parents had their own apprehensions and fears. He explained my father the modality and complications of surgery. I was shifted to ward and the nurse came with medicines and injections. For the first time in my life I was lying on hospital bed as patient. She tried putting an intravenous on my right hand, to which I initially resisted but eventually surrendered. I was scared of it but I had no choice, I was a patient. It was my second day where I had not eaten anything. She administered saline with medicines in it and finally that night after two days of excruciating pain I slept well without any pain.

You get to learn and discover a lot of new things when you are in hospital as patient. I was taken to treatment room next morning to get prepared for surgery. Now let me tell you, what does this mean. They prepare you for surgery, they shave the area of incision, and I got a cut while the nurse was doing that, administer some antibiotics and other medications. Also, you are on fasting. But unfortunately as the doctor was waiting for some blood test report, the surgery was postponed to next day i.e. Oct 5, 2015; the day I was supposed to travel to the new city. Lying on hospital bed, I cancelled my ticket with heavy heart.

I was heartbroken. Not in a state to accept whatever was happening. I was witnessing and seeing so many things happening around and with me. I was actually jobless, there was no surety if the HR would consider my situation and extend my joining date by almost a month. My father was actually running from pillar to post. He had been given some very important government responsibilities apart from his regular job which warranted him to be available all the time at the desired location. And at the same time, he was required at hospital too. Though his colleagues were there in hospital with me and my Mom all the time, but it was he who we wanted. He used to travel from his work place to hospital and vice versa. He made sure that he was present when I was taken for surgery. My Mom was speechless, was trying hard to accept whatever was happening to her eldest daughter. We had not told anybody in our family about this mishap. My Mom broke only when I was taken for surgery and she called her younger sister for support.