Happy Diwali !!!

October 27, 2011

Saree tales...

October 24, 2011

It all started when we decided to attend the wedding of one of Db's friend. I think it will be odd to turn up in a salwaar kameez when everybody else would be draped in sarees. Hence has started my saree hunt. Much to the why-do-you-need-to-do-this attitude from Db and to the twinkling eyes of the MIL who believes I do not wear saree enough .

During my numerous visits to my sasural, I have been a lot of times asked to start wearing saree to office once in a while...on the pretext that I should know how to drape sarees and pratice how to carry them all day.

My question is WHY? What's so great about wearing a saree and how does it take anything from anybody who dosen't wear them?
Yes I do like to wear them at times, may be just for a change, yet I do not like it when it comes as an compulsion to me...when I am judged on whether I wear them or not.
I always believed that sarees are so overrated.
I mean salwaar kameezes are supposed to hide more skin than sarees, to some extend wearing a jeans and kurta would also show lesser skin. Yet there is a certain notion that the elder generation has, that we ought to wear sarees to occasions.
The logic that Indian women are supposed to look their best in saree doesn't go down well with me.

I think these things were invented only to add more trouble to the women folk. While saree shows more skin and to add to it is so difficult to carry, yet people insisted women to wear them since they just wanted them to put more effort. Or may be the women in the older generation had nothing else to do in life, so they used to drape sarres and carry them all day just for timepass.
The logic is similar why we women are expected to wear sindoor, mangalsutra, toe rings and bangles to show that we are married, while men have nothing of that sort. How biased is that???

Yet these are things that have been carried since generations, and are difficult to challenge and change.

Getting Ready...

October 21, 2011

Two women in my team are pregnant, so that makes me the only woman in the team who is married and dosen't have babies.
So it was obvious that I would become the soft target of the rest of the women folk around, trying to advice me to start a family before its too late.
Whatever!!!

But this certainly is something I cannot postpone forever. I know Db is still young to be a father, but I am probably very quickly surpassing my age to be a mother(One of the big problems when you marry someone just your age).

But it scares me...

I had kidney stones, and they then said if you have gone through this pain, child birth will be a breeze. I am sure they are kidding me...labour pains can make kidney stones feel like mosquito bites in comparison, I believe.

I have high BP and also breathing problems. So don't think medically its gonna be a cake walk for me either.

And again, I don't see myself being the kind of woman who can't think beyond her baby, I would still have my life, I would still like to give my importance to my carrer, would still think beyond just the well being of the kid.

Basically...not the best mother a child could ask for.

So I do not think I am ready yet, but then are we ever ready for anything at all in life!!!

Tanhayee...

October 12, 2011

I haven't been too regular offlate...have I!!!
Don't blame me, for I have too many to pass on the blame to.

Not that I am working my ass off, yet I haven't been able to visit my blog very often...Please do not ask me why, don't get me started on that!!!

Well...Db is travelling tomorrow for his away day to Goa. Since its a pleasure tour provided by his employer, spouses are not invited (But of course!!! How can you have pleasure when your spouse is around). Somebody at my office suggested I join him on my expense but I guess the best of the boys also need a break from their wifes once in a while...so be it. Jaa je le apni zindagi...

So its gonna be 'main aur meri tanhayee' for a couple of days.
Not that I mind, I am gonna enjoy my late night movies, my solitude shopping, waking up in the afternoon and lying on the bed all day like a sunbathing crocodile.