Not a Delhi boy, Thank You!

Coming from a sleepy city Guwahati, getting lost amidst the maddening crowds of Mumbai and Bengaluru, iv had my own taste of bitter medicine dating a Delhi boy.  Aah the perks of it. Such a bittersweet experience , im tempted to pen down a few lines on it. 🙂

Yes, im trying to be the Taylor Swift here penning my own rules of not dating again a Delhi boy in memory of You-know-Who!!

Ok,so you like Rajma chawal and types. Unfortunately, my stomach cant digest it. Just like the way my blood has become Sambhar +++ after staying in bengaluru, my belly too is addicted to good food (read-fish,pork,chicken). How to live with a person whose life revolves around bhindi, paneer and its different tastes. If you can’t differentiate my love for Rohu & Katla  , its definitely a dish gone wrong. Aah yes we do love your gajar ka halwa and gujiyas, but my rosogolla and pithas are equally mouth watering. Someone truly said, there is no love more dearer than the love of food.

So you completely adore festivals like Holi & Diwali. Well so do we. But because you can’t reason why Bihu and Durga puja is also so very important to us, it’s irrelevant to argue your culture is richer than mine.  And no we don’t show-off with palates of food (umm, veg only,aiyoo!!!) or cash-rich drinks and not to forget the too-many-in-a-room gathering ; well but our festivals are well spent with family gatherings and close knit friends. You see we necessarily don’t show off our love, we genuinely feel the Love.

You never seem to surprise me with variations in your vocabulary. From ‘Bacha’ to ‘beta’ to ’bhabhi jee’; the pouring of oh-so-sweet words by you and your people is heartwarming. And the moment I step out on your roads, my ears are pained by the profane oath your men and women have taken. Its like how the sugary sweetness gets dissolved in the extreme essence of your profanity. Where is the Love and etiquette gone? Such a pride for people living in the so called capital city. Tch Tch !!

Yes, so you claim how your city is rich in history and full of monuments & minars. What a delight to watch! Agreed, but please do visit my city to feel the difference. What would I do in the scorching heat of your home when I have greenery all around my place. How do I breathe dusty air when I have fresh raindrops on my window panes around the year.  Lets not talk about the people because you will never find more friendly hospitable people anywhere except in my part of the country. Yes maybe your girls have more of white skin but lets not forget the black color of the hearts , unlike ours.

And what is the point of writing all of these if I don’t mention LOVE. So you drive a merc and race around the streets of Delhi. Maybe you mistook Love as another one of your many games. Coz you played so hard, you won only the round, not the game.  For we might not have big roads like yours, but surely your heart has big potholes like ours. ………



The Pursuit of (Matches…err) Happiness

After six long months of hard work, staying alive on street food, missing the purest form of love of close family and pet dog, I, or anyone for that matter, would love to go and unwind and relax to one place on Earth that is close to paradise, HOME.  I had always loved my short breaks at home. A week’s off was never enough.

Until things started changing a year back. And took away those longings of mine.  When the only topic surrounding  everyone at home  was “me”. And no, definitely not in a way I liked.  

When I was officially declared and deemed fit for the holiest institution of marriage. And since then the pursuit of happiness (Read “A suitable Boy”) had started. 🙂 The whole process is just exhausting (for me), hilarious( again for me) and sometimes just plain irritating.   My loving family, genuine well-wishers, ready-to-dance-at-wedding cousins, ready- to- jump- to- help friends, unknown relatives , nosy neighbours, women at workplace –everyone’s wish is to see I tie the knot soon. I frankly have no idea how my- life- changing- event would or if ever will impact their lives as well. Its like the whole world is conspiring against me . :p  

Just wonder if this pursuing is fair to me or anyone else. Or is it the peer pressure.  My facebook updates are all about people getting engaged, married and even having babies. Good lord, I wish to have a family like that too, but someday, when I find Love again. When I find a true Soulmate. No it doesn’t sound cliché`.  If I need to pursue this, it will be for my happiness. This would be my Lifelong friend and companion sharing my life and my dreams. And not the one suggested by Pinky aunty! Or for that matter the guy who was matched by one of the portals and looking for a quickie !  Its funny how guys at one point of life run away from girls to pursue their dreams and careers and all of a sudden realize time (age) is running out and settle for the first girl they are matched with! Not to put up with the ordeals of knowing someone in one meeting, pretending of being aaah- so- good- to- bring- home ! The list is endless….

As my best friend jokingly puts it-“What do you mean by Pursuing?” Apparently he is not aware of the ‘use’ or ‘advantage’ of it (marriage). Or how that classifies as pursuit of ‘Happiness’ in his words…. ROFL. (He will have his time too, one day. ) 🙂

Till then, I can pursue  things I love and which gives me happiness. Like heading home next week . To meet Lucky .To Love Maa . To sharing dreams with my sister(s).

And to meet no one. Thank god for that!! 

In the name of Love (of Football)…

Date : 5th march 2013. Time -11.30 P.M.

“I’m so excited”, says he.

So you call me up at this hour to say you are excited, I shoot back.

“Yes !!” . This time the tone is more charged up.

And what is the hullabaloo of all of this, I wonder. Well obviously it’s a football match (WT**!??).

Real Madrid Vs ManU.    Okay okay…so why am I being called at this time of the night to be informed of such an event (yes, for him it is more than a prestigious event! )

Well since the match starts at a good one and half hours past midnight, my still-bachelorhood- enjoying friend wants me to do the honors of waking him up at midnight for the match of the season.  This is exactly what happens when you don’t bring home a wife to wake you up for such an important match . And wait, yeah there are still more expectations from me. Like I am supposed to support his favorite team .  I mean obviously David Beckham is no more playing with ManU , so why should i? But I just realized it’s a sin to basically even question him back on his favorite team and ummm the non-favorite ones.

So I ask him a basic girly question- “I do not see how football fascinates you so much?”. To which, I am bombed with the most hilarious lines ever.

“You don’t have to see , you just need to support it . Just like guys support girls shopping. They never see the point (of why girls shop!) yet they still support .”


And, so on and so forth, the discussions hang around football for eternity. My knowledge of football has greatly enhanced since the past 24 hours. And yeah I just got to know some of the rules that needs to be followed (by any girl accompanying a guy watching a football match) .

Rule 1: Support His favorite team, no matter what.

Rule 2: Never question during match day (or did he mean match time!)

Rule 3: Let Him drink beer while watching.

Rule 4. Make some snacks to go with the beer.

Rule 5: Sit beside Him , doing all of the above!


This game must be something. So much Love, so much to die for.

In the name of Messi, Ronaldo and the Holy Game! And I am hell fascinated by the fascination of the best guys in my life. So much , i’m writing a post on it . 🙂 


Btw, Manchester United lost the match! HAHAHA!!  (I will write a different note on WHY ManU lost some other time 🙂 )


“Glory Glory Man United

 Glory Glory Man United

 Glory Glory Man United

 As the Reds go

 Marching On! On! On!”