Why are you so serious?

Two news in two days made me question this:

1) A girl's mother reads the personal diary and in that her feelings for a classmate and makes a mayhem and the girl can t take this; she suicides. Ok this happens only that in this case the girl is just 11 Years old - class VI student. 

(Ref:http://www.daijiworld.com/news/news_disp.asp?n_id=97151 ) 

2) Brigade Road: The happening place in Bangalore (well now that title is shared with the multiple malls around Bangalore!!! ) two young guys stabbed a person because he was honking his car horn when this guys didn't move from the road. 

(Ref: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/bangalore/Call-the-bloody-cops-Ill-talk-to-them/articleshow/7722764.cms) 

                                                                                     

In both this instances the situation went out of proportion which could have been just shooed-off as a non issue. All it required was a bit of sharing and patience, respectively. The class VI, 11 year old (i still consider this a very kiddish age be whatever that the world is changed) was STRESSED because her PRIVATE DIARY that contains her thoughts about her RELATIONSHIP with her classmate was read by her mother. And the young punks they were ANGRY, so angry that they didn't care that taking a pen knife and stabbing the person may actually kill him and send them behind the bars for a long time. 

Just the other day I was discussing with my friends the changing times and how the kids don't sound or talk like kids anymore. I was talking to a Class IV girl in my neighborhood and I was feeling as if I was talking with someone my age; and loosing to keep up with her fast-paced conversation . And my distant relatives daughter who was telling me a detailed explanation of  why she doesn't remember me because she has grown very old (6 Years) since the last times that I met her (2 years back has been ages back). So case studies apart; the kids are growing old faster than they need to. I remember how I was or couldn't ever be part of mature talks when my parents were talking thus never learning to talk like BIG guys (at the age of 10). And that how my parents were always there to talk to me listening to all my silly queries and innocent discoveries (pressing the of the fingers some thing happens that causes the finger to go Red) . I am not sure if that was the reason or something else but we (my generation of kids) didnt have suicidal tendencies. Yeah we did speak that "Baap re upar se girne se marr jaana tha" (when going to fall from a tall tree) but then thats it, nothing stressed out about it. 

A fren of mine once tweeted   that she was chatting with her mom in GTalk while they were both in the same house; and how she felt that the technology was invading into the beauty part of chatting-in-person. She was as American and 26 Years old. So I just laughed it off because they do not  have any such bondings at home like we Indians do. But maybe that culture (or a small part of it) is coming down East? But is the hasty lifestyle because of the ever demanding work culture OR for-a-better-future of our loved ones attitude eating into  the present with consequential results? I think yes... Its time the weekends becomes more about being with the family and imparting the virtues of family and being together (and not just Facebook Buddies, Liking the Statuses !!!) ; and I guess being vocal about things that may be running in the lil' ones mind. Parents in turn should in turn be aware and conscious of how much and what to talk before kids. And last but not the least don't send your kid to a rat race... 

Ok parents out there, i am not married yet and haven't been-there and done-that. But well this is my plan. A good one to start with I guess. 

Love you Hamesha...

It’s been sometime I see; since I blogged. Not that my life was sans any happenings...  A lot happened over the time since my last proper blog. Fights, 2nd USA visit, mom's operation, my ALMOST-wedding (yeah almost that is what it was!!!), some agreement from my parents (my Mom only precisely speaking!!) in the Typhoon hit sea of disapproval from my parents on my wish to marry Devika. And hey how can I forget the 13 failed interviews when trying to jump?? And, that regular jogging since two months, that is showing no results!!! But this is not about the latest things in my life but a little flashback - retrospection...

Apart from those visible changes a lot has changed in me. A lot of me have changed. I have (I don’t know) matured into a more boring and less active person. All through this process I had one person who had to bear the brunt of this changed personality. Devika or my mashe (as now we have ended up calling each other!!! its funny isn't it calling each other MASHE). The last few years 2-2.6 years of my life that i have known have been; how should I say, ROCKING (literally!!).

Yes since the first day of seeing her in the meeting room (supposed to be for Developers only) I saw her first (rather second coz I had already noticed her in the corridor when I was coming to office that day). Heaven didn’t open its door nor did birds start chirping, Nah!! not even saxophone played. Hell! no current go off in the current-cut season. Ok, I just noticed her of the many people in the room. But yeah over the time I got to know her more, I realized that I had a good memory of this first day and in turn her. I was nobody like the guy she wanted - no thick mushy, no artistic inclination, NOT GOOD MALAYALAM, rather not a mallu at all as she puts it at times. She used to hate my Koracha Korach Malayalam speaking skills (now that is something which she loves so much that she has asked me NOT EVER learn Malayalam). Opposites attract or we were meant to be together - call it anything, we hit well. Yes we hit quite soon, quite well I have to say. We soon started mailing each other and over few months’ time phone (thanks to a stranger named Aref, who would never know what importance he played in my (our) life). So to make it short,  Pehle yaar and then pyaar. Ye to hona hi tha.

And, ahem!! I proposed to her..... Yes I did!! I proposed on a late night 24th Feb. Which was responded to me back something like this - "I wish I could give you back what you gave me!!". Believe me I thought that was the ever diplomatic statement from girls that has an inclination towards meaning like this - I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT YOU LIKE THIS EVER!!! The next day saw her getting me an expensive chocolate for me (expensive by that time standards, it was Mars.. or was it Snickers? Ok Let’s settle for Snickers). She did reciprocate my love/feeling over another late nightly conversation; of a day that had begun with laughter and fun end with fight and tears and this disclosure - on 28th Feb. Since then the days ahead have been a mixed bag of goodies. A lot of water has flown under the bridge after that. I have asked my parents a million times (ok I am lying, a hundred times!!!) with no positive sign and she in turn denying any proposals that came by her way. And over the time I changed from this cute, sweet, guy next door into this rough, fowl-mouthed-rogue. And in turn she changed from a loud-mouthed always scolding person into a meek terrified lamb (sometimes she was an angry cat!!! but then that’s a different story).

I have to say, I have come to know a lot about myself during this interval of time. And, a lot about her also. She is this sweet, VERRRY loving and very sensitive girl.  She shows her feelings as is. And I think I am truly lucky persons to actually be in the receiving side of all this goodies. Did I mention that I also happen to be in the receiving side of a lot of other things I didn't want to? Well then let me not bring that up when I am speaking all good things here ;-)... But on a serious note, being a relationship requires that we go above the Creamy layer. I mean know each other above the goodness that sparkles when we are starting a relationship - the good the bad and the ugly of it. That, if we can live through will help us live a healthier and happier life ahead. Well that’s theory OK with some sparkle or truth in it. There are many commons between us too if I missed mentioning it earlier - FOOD and MOVIES and BOOKS being on top of it. She likes singing, and even more when she is praised ;-). So I am not exactly in the top of the list when she has to sing to someone. Psst... I secretly am so happy that she is such a nice singer. What an A$$#*%!@ when it comes to saying it on the face - Yeah me, myself I am talking about. Also she is this self-acclaimed (and precisely so!!!) good cook. No great cook. Her fish curry and avial are to die for!!! SSssss sssshhh..  do I smell someone burning out of jealousy... LOL.... well no I guess.. Where do I have such a big visitor base?