I Belong.....

I belong to that generation that has seen a beautiful, unfenced lake right in front of Wipro, where we used to sit with our toes dipped.

I belong to that generation which has seen Chermas being overtaken by enormous brands.

I belong to that generation where ₹10 fetched us a coconut and ₹2 got a bag full of celery.

I belong to that generation to which divorce wasn’t seeken as a simple solution to otherwise solvable problems.

I belong to that generation where legs were scrapped, elbows were fractured and body was bruised, yet that dint stop us from playing outdoors.

I belong to that generation which had marriages considered as celebrations for over a week with a banquet hall full of relatives.

I belong to that generation that followed customs, traditions and other regulations without evaluating and analysing every single word.

I belong to that generation to which scarcity of water wasn’t known and water was available to everyone without having to think of affordability.

I belong to that generation that has seen food revolution literally.

I belong to that generation where everyone knows the names of every other person in the neighbourhood.

I belong to that generation which played around tall trees, green parks and sand without having the fear of germs and thoughts of hand sanitizer.

I belong to that generation that grew up in a household surrounded by grandparents, aunts, uncles and  cousins.

I belong to that generation where summer vacation was about cousins from other states visiting us for 2 months and then departed with tears yet with a promise to meet again next summer.

I belong to that generation that got excited with the smell of new school uniform and books.

I belong to that generation which used newspapers and library books to complete school projects.

I belong to that generation which craved for mangoes and slurped them all through summers.

I belong to that generation where granny’s pickles were relished delightfully.

And here I’m, a girl from that generation, wishing I was born a generation up so that my future offspring would’ve lived through the generation that I belong to!

The Broken Girl - Series #4

I knew it was a long time since I last blogged but little did I know that my old blog belonged to an older era altogether.

From blogging, my passion drifted to photography and then to cooking, to doodling and now felt the sudden urge to blog again! Well.. I have segmented my interests into various pockets and developed an intense determination that I would pursue all these in an unbiased form. That being that! 

What motivated me to blog today was my morning's protein shake in which I lavishly added the King of Fruits. Post my Asthma diagnosis, I was asked by the medical supervisors to stay away from all the seasonal fruits and vegetables. Due to which, I haven't had the chance to even nibble mango for over 3 years now. However, since the last 2 weeks, I have consumed all the god damn food which I was asked to avoid and had the royal bites of everything edible within my reach. 

When my Asthma first triggered, we weren't even aware that it was Asthma. The cough, sputum, dizziness, none of it made any sense to us, until my mom decided to send me to a family doctor who again was, unfortunately and unexpectedly unavailable. That fugitive transit to the clinic and back home had an adverse affect though. While huffing and puffing with congestion, my aunt, whom I dearly refer to as "Uma Pinni", was the one who rightly identified the condition to be Asthma. 

By the time the diagnosis was done and I was rushed to the hospital, I was completely breathless with my body gazing at the world in it's ink-blue color. From that day, I have come very far now. All that day gives me is, shivers and goosebumps. Not to this horrendous extent, but a minute trigger scared the hell out of me a fortnight ago. My husband(well, the Not-So-Ordinary-Boy and I got married, FINALLY) had to rush from work while I was accompanied by my workplace friend in the hospital with all the cheesy wires plugged. 

From the day 3 years ago to the day 14 days ago, things have changed tremendously. From having an entire clan by my side that day, to 2 people next to me, things have miraculously changed. While lying on the bed in the Emergency or ICU ward, little do we know or think about who's waiting or praying or worried, but that glimpse you catch for a tiny second, the love that reflects out in their sparkly teary eyes, does matter. I would dare not deny that I miss that warmth and love, because, like hell I do. 

With 10 years of love and marriage though still at knee height to a grasshopper, the Not-So-Ordinary-Boy and I have become impenetrable to all the nonsense in life. We have both decided not to spare a single negative emotion or body surrounding us; that, including Asthma. Yet again, I had my Uma Pinni at rescue referring the best doctor available who can help us get rid of this annoyingly deadly condition. In these last 2-weeks, the calls she has made to check on me, the love showered and the confidence imparted has gotten me a swollen determination to be healthy- mentally and physically.

To her and many more people like her, would thank you suffice? In a world like today's, where people do not care to turn their heads and have deaf ears towards the ill(physically, mentally and financially), it is sparse to have someone who would monitor your well-being. Do not lose these loved-ones for anything in this world! They're beyond exquisite and they deserve the best of endearment in return.

Loads of love from The Not So Ordinary Boy and the Broken Heart Gemini Girl to all THE Uma Pinnis' in your lives.

P.S: It's not "just" Asthma. It's a horrible condition where the primary requisition(Oxygen) is blocked for an unbearably long duration. If you or anyone you know is suffering with this medical condition, please do not hesitate to reach out to me for any assistance or details. :)

Until next time I remember to blog, Adios Amigos! ;)

The Broken Girl Series #1

Disclaimer : This blog is being written by a girl who has aggressive mood swings and who speaks her mind and heart out fearlessly!

I am a girl; a girl with a broken heart! Like any other girl, I've been dreaming of a dream wedding since the day I turned 18. Everything from my attire, jewellery, makeup, hairdo, invitation card design, hall decoration, the welcome board, food menu, music, just everything, has been planned, re-planned and modified a zillion times in my head! I've all these so perfectly planned that they flash in front of my eyes in a crystal clear form!

Yet again, like any other ordinary girl, I fell in love with a not so ordinary boy. Here on I learnt everything new! Castes, finances, statuses, politics, what not! Everything that my parents kept me ignorant from has suddenly become a mandatory learning in my life! Prominence of castes and caste systems in India; I can now pen down some great articles on this topic precisely!

Whilst he's still struggling to convince his brother about marrying me, I fail to understand, what this hype is all about! In a generation where gay marriages are legal, why am I still waiting for a nod from a guy, who barely knows me, no, not barely! who doesn't know me at all and hasn't even spoken to me!

With all this drama moving on a full swing in my life, taking an uninvited invitation would be arriving, my birthday, in just another couple of days! Me being the crazy me as always, decided to surprise myself with a surprise birthday party! Being an extremely reserved person and a very confined friends list, I decided to send out messages to all of these important ladies in my life!

While my head and heart are continuously struggling to understand the caste system logic, something more intense strikes my feelings hard. Rock hard I must say, real hard! With all the invitations for my surprise birthday party being sent and with the caste system analysis running constantly in my mind, I forgot to keep myself prepared for the kind of responses that I would be receiving for the invitations which I sent across.

Out of the very few invitations I sent, except for 4 to be precise, everyone else were keen to know when would I be sending a wedding invitation in the place of a birthday invitation and if I ever have plans of getting married at all! While being this rude and insensitive, what people do not wish to realise is that I am a girl facing my own concerns on a daily basis and fighting my own battles for getting married with nobody else to support!

Alas! This society I tell you!

This brings me to the end of the blog, where I sadly announce that my "surprise" Birthday party has been cancelled!

P.S - my birthday is on June 12th. Feel free to wish me only and only if you are not interested to know my wedding date!