Mere Bhai Ki Shaadi

Oh the pain. Not the physical, but the mental. And the physical too.

I love my brother. So do my parents. He is sometimes a riddle, not to be solved. Many times, he is an open book, nothing to solve. Its hard to figure out what his current condition is. He didn’t have his way with his life, or he did, whichever way you want to look at it. He was a merit student, and then he got a good job. However, it was just not the job that he wanted. So, he took the high way and tried his hand. He went all in. Fate called. He lost. We all paid, smiling. Then he smiled at fate, came back home and started at ground zero again. Never complaining.

He got married last month. And I did not care much for it. But my brother was in again. So I did not mind. Now, marriage is shitty business. Because you got to deal with a lot of shitty people. And you got to deal with them for a proper two months. I didn’t have the time. I could take part of the burden only for a couple of weeks or less. So my parents bore it on their aging shoulders. I didn’t have a choice but to watch them struggle when I couldn’t help. When I could, I tried my best to give them some sort of support. As is always the case, it just wasn’t enough. And they were anyways not willing to walk with a walking stick. No, not yet. So, we all struggled, facing insults from people not worth looking at. We fed the whole lot and got it done with. We had some memorable times and enjoyed some of it while it lasted. The marriage was not a disaster. That said, we were relieved more than anything else once it was over. All of us, including my brother.  We learn a lot about people when we need them. Because they cannot conceal anymore. They either show up & help, or they do not. Either ways, you know their true value. And we learnt a lot about people that one week of my brothers marriage. Maybe the hard way, but hey, we are wiser for it now. The only problem left now is that of my brothers. He must become a married man. To bear the weight of knowing that someone is waiting at home for him, so he better not be too late. He needs to keep that job because he will need the goddamn money now.

Every commitment is a little of your independence reduced. Irrespective of whether the commitment is wilful or forced. That is a harsh way to put it, but that is simply a fact, stripped of all words like emotions, family, love and sacrifice. They exist and I am not exception. But irrespective of me or anyone else, it is a fact that, to promise a second of your life to someone else – as much as it is a necessity to live a complete life – is to have a second less to pursue your selfish goals, hence a little less of independence. So those people better be worth the little pieces of you that you are buying them with..

This Festive Season

Let the colors come live. Let the lights burn, let’s celebrate.

Let’s swipe our credit cards and be grand.

Let’s watch Krissh 3. It is rated 4.5/5 by the fair TOI.

Let’s get a little less corruptive. Let’s only bribe if required and take bribes safely.

 Let’s expand within ourselves. We have enough demand thanks to our enthusiastic mating habits.

Let’s be patriotic. We are not a developing country anymore like we were in 1990s. Thanks to our efficiency, we are developed.

Let’s embrace our traditions and values for betterment of lives, for a change. We have been neglecting them too much for the sake of efficiency for long enough.

Let’s make groups. Because of bright people, the average increases and the dull people get the opportunity to shine which they deserve.

 Let the majority win. People are always right, even if wrong. Look at Bihar.

Let’s work for the development of our country by working at the KPO’s. Let us pretend, the world is watching.

Let’s build more statues in memory of the great. Our glorious past.

Let’s vote for NaMo as a proof of tolerant attitudes. We know for sure that he is not an imposer.

Let’s fire crackers. The FB posts protesting global warming will balance the act.

Let’s pray god. He is watching our closed eyes. Hence he is there.

Let’s be cordial and grateful and humble. Let’s let the society be the judge of right and wrong.

Let’s not drink. It doesn’t suit the taste of non drinkers.

Let’s not drink and drive. Seriously, for the benefit of the drinking community.

Let’s celebrate our fashion. Let’s preach our conservative culture too.

Lets celebrate the prolonged QE. God bless America even as we don’t need them.

Let’s love less of the more. More is less and less.

Celebrating Independence

Independence Day usually meant two things to me annually.

One, a guaranteed holiday.

Two, something to write about in the blog.

But this year, I am kind of facing a dilemma. That is because each year I used to have more working days than holidays, but this time, it had been a total turn around. Now, I have so many days off that I have to put up a schedule if I want to do some work on some day. Each year, I used to make the Independence Day special by

1. Sleeping till lunch.

2. Watching movies which inspire my patriotism.

3. Do nothing about it.

4. Sleep, wondering when the next holiday was up.

But now, as things changed I face the challenge to do something to make this August 15^th rememberable.

I can go to the flag hoisting program in my college but I decided not to because they sent a notice almost forcing us to attend it, which amounted to disregarding my fundamental right of freedom of whatever. Hence, I decided to avoid it by all means so that I do my bit to keep the constitution in force (who cares if it is outdated). Also, the chief guest is so old that the chances of him insulting the flag by dying in front of it, of a weird cough, are really significant.

So now I have to do something out of the routine on this Saturday just for the heck of it. And here is my revised time-table for that day. Beware; this can be too surprising for you to digest.

1. Wake up at 6.

2. Play cricket in the dust till lunch.

3. Do not watch movies which inspire my patriotism.

4. Do nothing about not being patriot-zed.

5. Sleep, wondering when the hell is the next working day.