My Man Friday and His Sister in Law

My husband and my sister are distinctly similar. I do not mean the gender or appearance. One is born on 8th December and the other is on 9th; Years are far apart though. And they both are constant source of mischievous on liners. Some times intentional and mostly by mistake !
This post is about them.
I normally fall in the trap of Monday Morning blues and on each Monday I want it to be a Sunday. So this Monday, I told my husband to cook dinner; rather if I am specific, to cook some rice as rest of the things were already cooked. Like my very good caring husband he agrees... VOILA! And additional offer is, he would also cook some side dish! Here he goes. He started with the offer of cooking a cauliflower dish, demoted to a mixed veg type ( we call it khichiri bhaji), further down to some potato recipe of his own. Suddenly at around eight, he realises that he has a conference call to attend ( one of the biggest disadvantages of marrying a MNC employed software guy; you can never guess their meeting schedule and cancellation followed). So it's back to me. When I entered the kitchen,I see a Brinjal and a Potato on my kitchen otta. There goes the enquiry, from self invented potato recipe to Brinjal Potato???? And I get a fishy smile from my man Friday. Why?? That's what he finally reduced to ! And I get to cook it. This is not the end of it..... It took me like ten minutes to finish my kitchen job and I reach back to him and his DELL made Oracle supplied mistress, Bingo....the conference call is cancelled. And I am left with another feeling of "cheated by his luck".
And than I have this sister of mine. She is planning on her masters and got a seat in the best place in UK. Well I am surely happy about it. But..... she has questions like why the www is www and not ttt...... any guesses?? Neither do I. She is so blunt at times, she end up telling people on face what at times a blunt like me fear saying! No need of guesses there. She ends up in a store with out money and plans to call me ( BTW I am in Hyderabad and she is in Delhi) for rescue. She did fly to Bangalore to catch up with a fiend, with no address and no return ticket and not enough cash to do anything; no response from her Friend on landing at Bangalore airport ( was a joke played by the friend). And when she ends the story what she has to say? " My immediate thought was call babi, i am sure some how I will be back because she is a manage master." What am I suppose to do in such case? Laugh? Cry? But she does what she does best..... Call babi and laugh at herself. That makes her beautiful !

Signs that you have no work...

I was known to be an workaholic. And some where I read a topic talking about various signs of being an workaholic. And I fit into each and every point. I worked on week ends. Eat Subway for lunch and Switched off the office AC. Then I got married. And took up a new job in the city of Nizams. I though Assam is the worst place with civic sense and laziest of all, rather slowest. But, hang on, my such opinion lasted only till last year. Now i have some contestant for the same.
Not that I have any personal grudge against this place but some few things we will all agree. You know your neighbor is a Nizam lander when:

1. even on a eating out, he would order curd rice at the end.
2. he drives to the rightest most possible lane, even on a two way without a divider
3. when you asked some thing he would say " ho jayega na"
4. at least one person in his family is in the "SATES"
5. every new born get a passport along with it's first milk
6. he is an engineer (mostly) from some college, no one knows.
7. does not matter how qualified he or she is, has an additional deg/dip/certificate in computers.
8. knows everything about Chiranjeevi.

Well... I am sure we assamese will also have long list. But that's not part of this post.

Internet Reading......and Change

Off late, I have developed a liking for reading blogs. I mean I used to read even before but, only selected things. But of late, I am kind of reading everything on the net. And it seems every one is writing.... My husband being the only exception.
He is definitely not the type who would do anything just for the sake of it, but surely an easy going person. We have been married over a period now. Before this also, I stayed of my own, ran a home ( for one person though) and did all I do now, minus the husband. But I really do not understand why I was not this happy or so confused. How, why and when things change I am sure no one can actually pin point it. I changed, and still changing. Things that used to depend on my mood before, like folding cloths, cooking dinner, checking on the maid, keeping the house clean etc etc now becoming a habit and need. I used to freak out when my mother used to force us to do such things. My arguments was always that it's our home and we should be able to stay as we wish. But now I think I am following my mom's foot steps. Some times I wonder am I becoming a bit more social?? Or what is it???
It is surely not my husband. Because I am sure one gets such a husband, who asks you to sleep an hour more and make his own tea, with some kind of miracle. Because I do not think I have so many good karma's to get such a man !!!! May be at times he is the one who would say, do not cook, let's order out !!! But then he is the one who has that option.
Then, I am changing. And I have changed, from a kid to a girl to an woman. From a daughter, to a wife; from a sister to a sister in law. And from a slim trim well maintained urban power woman to a Plump and domesticated working wife. Changes have found it's way into me. How when and where is the question. As I do not like such intruders.

Let Go

It's been long since I wrote a poem
It's been ages since I danced to a tune
It seems too long
Seems my feelings are no more that strong.

Now I fear
So much that I shiver
Something is missing
My heart pains and always teasing.

Days go to Months
And Months become years
Like I became a wife
From a spoiled adored daughter

Time runs as fast
It seems nothing is there to last
I find it hard to let go
Why do I cry, Oh No!

The rain and the Breeze
Of my old days
I miss them so much
In my every day rush.

Now I am at an end
Where there is no looking back
Move ahead and hold it tight
I say to myself
That's the only thing right!

My Religious Experience

One cannot call me a very religious person. However this spring when I went to my home town; I visited an age old naam ghor with my family.
Well let me explain it to you what is a NAAM GHOR, just in case you are not familiar with it. We Assamese people have our own religious system apart form the Traditional Hindu, Muslim etc. This was spread and inaugurated by a Saint called Srimanta Shankar Dev. You can call him our Guru. According to this, the Vaishnav Dharm, we do not pray to any idol. We rather pray to a supreme power with a vision of Lord Vishnu / Bishnu. The base of this religion is Hindu and was practiced mainly for the same reason as Buddhism or Jainism; to demolish the cast system. Well to be honest if we look back to the history, probably he succeeded in His motive. So the temple or the place where we worship is called Naamghor. Does not matter what sect, cult or group you are from, A Naam Ghor is a place where every one is welcomed and any one can go and pray. To cut short, it is a place of worship and place to practice traditional culture.
So, coming back to my things, we went there to accomplish our Family Ritual of New Year visit to the god. Initially I was not sure about the experience that was coming my way and the episode as a whole. That Naam Ghor is one of it's kind. One of the oldest and acclaimed. The Gayan and Bayan and the Namacharya started the chorus singing of prayers known as Naam Kirtan. We were to sit on the ground cross legged ( it was tough though, with a city life style in practice). And gradually I picked up. I realised that I knew all the Naam Prasanga and the verses that were sang. And one thing kept coming into my mind is that as a child I was taught almost all of these. And in the stream of time seems I have lost all of it. It only the "roots Bacon". I some times wonder where are we heading at? where will my children be? There will be a day when we will have some Jackson Borkotoky ( Borkotoky being one of typical Assamese last names), working in interiors of some African country. Where he will have to "Google" his roots. Well that day does not seem to be very far.
Am I speaking too much of philosophy in a Blog that is for babbling our feelings.......??? You keep thinking and let me know... I will think at my end.