Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Arranging a Love tragedy
Arranging a Love tragedy
Day1
I landed home for summer vacation after travelling 28 hours enters his home delighted to taste the inborn palate of motherly food and special delicacies of raita and bada. During night meal my dad starts lecturing me about modern culture and the current fashion of love marriages and steps I should necessarily take to stay away from such BAD INFLUNCES.
It’s almost a disease called collegesickness or collegalgia which youngsters like me suffer from; its characterized by instant addiction to Facebook, urge to watch any non sense English movie available on TV, burning up of at least 100rs petrol daily for no apparent reason, thinking of and trying on any classmate of school and end up have a 5 minute formality reunion THAT TOO IN THE FACEBOOK.
Adding to this disease of unceasing happiness are our parents for whom the quite obvious symptoms of disease are
OUR NOT RECIVING THEIR CALLS tending them to think that we are generating EGO problems.
WHEN THEY SEE OUR BODY SHAPED UP AND SOUND MATURE we should immediately break off with our girl friend even though we don’t have one.
WHEN THEY SEE US INSOMNIAC they wonder what we watch all night that keeps us awake.
The cure as suggested by our parents is far away from even the symptoms of the disease.
WAKE UP EARLY, LEARN A BIT OF COOKING, DO SOME EXERCISE,AND THE WORST OF ALL-AT LEAST STUDY SOMETHING-DON’T YOU FORGET ALL THE SUBJECTS BY TAKING SUCH LONG BREAKS, AT LEAST REVISE REGULARY.
Day25
With this tacit disease eventually eating away all my summer enjoyment of finger eating foods their came the avalanche of the Voldermortous (something which cannot be said) secrets of past 6 months.
One of my distant cousin ran away and got christened (Boy was a Christian) some 5 months back when I was at college. This bought our family a sense of deep shame of which I was quite cool to get along with. The vicious stories of how deceptive girls with the charm and elegance innet the free birds like me in the name of love.
As per to live up to my expectations of technical and engineering mind (which s exactly nothing) the stories were completed with illustrations of their present monetary conditions, social standards and future divorces probabilities.
Also the arguments were made that while PATAING (Hindi for trying to convince for a marriage) a gal we guys use dads money, we treat them in Mac d and barista with our dads pocket, but when we start living on our own we find that we can no more afford to be happily married as we no more have dads money, on the top of it no DOWRY as it’s a love marriage.
As the time went on same stories with characters replaced kept on hammering in my mind for an entire summer period.
Just to prove my maiden ship I had to pretend to be shy amongst any other living soul that came in and went by through my home, to an extent that neighbours started suspecting me to be under drugs or some sort of mental illness.
Day41
Time went by and I paid a visit to one of my friend’s home and ended up further increasing my collegalgia:-
Was this friend a girl or an EX- NO
Am I a Gay - NO
The reason for my further increase in dread is again the new Voldermortous secret he had-“THE YOUNGER SISTER OF THE GIRLWHO RAN AWAY 5 MONTHS BACK DID RAN AWAY TOO 1MONTHS BACK”
Nearly stormbound to know that such a thing happened when I was at home and the girl’s parents pretending her to be away studying at some place shook my nerves.
My dad has been trying to intermediate her marriage to one of our own friends,, so weather I like or not I had to give this news to my parents (which was the reason for my further dread).
With enough strength and confidence I told this to my mom and she told it to my dad, treacherous question about the authenticity of the fact was raised; for a time being I was considered a traitor of family pride but luckily my friend backed me up with the confidence of the story.
Well the dread still continues the lectures of dad are more tormenting them those of college professors-I can’t sleep in home while dad s lecturing me!@college I seldom attend any lecture.
Moral
People say its modern western culture that these love marriage are dominant nowadays and “Honour killings” are justified.
Well which Indian culture permits parents kill their wards, which they bought up and gave birth to this beautiful society to be killed back by same parents?
LOVE as we all know is not from the west, it was their in India and in Indian culture ever since say 2000BC(Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro age),also our culture says to respect love not just personal ego in the name of honour.
And if parents feel ashamed of accepting the love of one owns child what sense of self respect or honour do such parents carry themselves.
Also it’s a responsibility of youngsters like us to understand that we are no more in 1970s when our parents were born with no Co Ed schools and colleges when India just got independence, Also that was not the age of Liberalization, Privatization and Globalization as is ours.
So try to act smartly without being stupid both the parents and the children.
Day1
I landed home for summer vacation after travelling 28 hours enters his home delighted to taste the inborn palate of motherly food and special delicacies of raita and bada. During night meal my dad starts lecturing me about modern culture and the current fashion of love marriages and steps I should necessarily take to stay away from such BAD INFLUNCES.
It’s almost a disease called collegesickness or collegalgia which youngsters like me suffer from; its characterized by instant addiction to Facebook, urge to watch any non sense English movie available on TV, burning up of at least 100rs petrol daily for no apparent reason, thinking of and trying on any classmate of school and end up have a 5 minute formality reunion THAT TOO IN THE FACEBOOK.
Adding to this disease of unceasing happiness are our parents for whom the quite obvious symptoms of disease are
OUR NOT RECIVING THEIR CALLS tending them to think that we are generating EGO problems.
WHEN THEY SEE OUR BODY SHAPED UP AND SOUND MATURE we should immediately break off with our girl friend even though we don’t have one.
WHEN THEY SEE US INSOMNIAC they wonder what we watch all night that keeps us awake.
The cure as suggested by our parents is far away from even the symptoms of the disease.
WAKE UP EARLY, LEARN A BIT OF COOKING, DO SOME EXERCISE,AND THE WORST OF ALL-AT LEAST STUDY SOMETHING-DON’T YOU FORGET ALL THE SUBJECTS BY TAKING SUCH LONG BREAKS, AT LEAST REVISE REGULARY.
Day25
With this tacit disease eventually eating away all my summer enjoyment of finger eating foods their came the avalanche of the Voldermortous (something which cannot be said) secrets of past 6 months.
One of my distant cousin ran away and got christened (Boy was a Christian) some 5 months back when I was at college. This bought our family a sense of deep shame of which I was quite cool to get along with. The vicious stories of how deceptive girls with the charm and elegance innet the free birds like me in the name of love.
As per to live up to my expectations of technical and engineering mind (which s exactly nothing) the stories were completed with illustrations of their present monetary conditions, social standards and future divorces probabilities.
Also the arguments were made that while PATAING (Hindi for trying to convince for a marriage) a gal we guys use dads money, we treat them in Mac d and barista with our dads pocket, but when we start living on our own we find that we can no more afford to be happily married as we no more have dads money, on the top of it no DOWRY as it’s a love marriage.
As the time went on same stories with characters replaced kept on hammering in my mind for an entire summer period.
Just to prove my maiden ship I had to pretend to be shy amongst any other living soul that came in and went by through my home, to an extent that neighbours started suspecting me to be under drugs or some sort of mental illness.
Day41
Time went by and I paid a visit to one of my friend’s home and ended up further increasing my collegalgia:-
Was this friend a girl or an EX- NO
Am I a Gay - NO
The reason for my further increase in dread is again the new Voldermortous secret he had-“THE YOUNGER SISTER OF THE GIRLWHO RAN AWAY 5 MONTHS BACK DID RAN AWAY TOO 1MONTHS BACK”
Nearly stormbound to know that such a thing happened when I was at home and the girl’s parents pretending her to be away studying at some place shook my nerves.
My dad has been trying to intermediate her marriage to one of our own friends,, so weather I like or not I had to give this news to my parents (which was the reason for my further dread).
With enough strength and confidence I told this to my mom and she told it to my dad, treacherous question about the authenticity of the fact was raised; for a time being I was considered a traitor of family pride but luckily my friend backed me up with the confidence of the story.
Well the dread still continues the lectures of dad are more tormenting them those of college professors-I can’t sleep in home while dad s lecturing me!@college I seldom attend any lecture.
Moral
People say its modern western culture that these love marriage are dominant nowadays and “Honour killings” are justified.
Well which Indian culture permits parents kill their wards, which they bought up and gave birth to this beautiful society to be killed back by same parents?
LOVE as we all know is not from the west, it was their in India and in Indian culture ever since say 2000BC(Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro age),also our culture says to respect love not just personal ego in the name of honour.
And if parents feel ashamed of accepting the love of one owns child what sense of self respect or honour do such parents carry themselves.
Also it’s a responsibility of youngsters like us to understand that we are no more in 1970s when our parents were born with no Co Ed schools and colleges when India just got independence, Also that was not the age of Liberalization, Privatization and Globalization as is ours.
So try to act smartly without being stupid both the parents and the children.
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