Me: WoW!
What did u wish for?
Friend: Kuch samajh hi nahi aya ekdum se kya mangu
5-10 cheezein mang li
:P
Me: Ek akele star pe itna performance pressure! Recession yahaan bhi!
Friday, April 17, 2009
The consequences continue...
Ever since I cleared my CA Final, the one thing that everyone asks me is when am I getting married. Like that’s all that there is left in my life. Slog all your life, clear highly competitive professional exams nicely, then get married and have kids and then live off your husband. When the wannabe in-laws ask you, “beta, how far have you studied?” you’ll at least be able to list higher qualifications than their petite son. So here’s a boost to your inflated ego, you are way out of the league for most guys out there. Isn’t that something to be proud of now?
Marriage is an 8 letter word (and I don’t really mean it’s spelled as b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t, you jerk!) it actually is! Go back to the word and count the number of alphabets. Anyways, I’m not here to take English lessons but hoping that there would be someone who identifies with me on the following…
The whole procedure is so overwhelming and treacherous. If it’s arranged like my cousin’s, you’ll drive the poor parents nuts while you simply enjoy the teas and lunches with your potential significant others.
…And if its love, right from the day one when you meet them and fall in love till the day you actually tie the knot, is a risky business. First you notice all the good stuff only, coz after all love is blind, partially, and doesn’t like to wear contacts or glasses. Then you love them so much that you’d do anything to make them happy. And then there are the unwanted characters in the story who try to bring a twist in the tale. This can be anybody from your next door uncle to your special someone’s next door aunty (including the aunties-and-uncles-in-law)… nosy people. They all deserve to be cursed like Pinocchio.
Then there is the state of commitment where the love has gained sight in one eye after a laser operation (ok, now don’t grab my neck for non fruitfulness of the treatments I’m suggesting here, in case you’re blind, I’m not an ophthalmologist.) So now you can see things a little clearer and things are still good till you are handed over a To-do list and each item on it is going to take you months of learning. Now you start questioning Bobby (apni innocent si Dimple, from the movie Bobby, yaar) who told you, “pyaar me sauda nahi…” if she was kidding you. The silly girl knows nothing about real love!
Now you feel like it’s a scheme followed by a tiny asterisk with a small note attached “terms and conditions apply.” You’re probably okay with this hidden clause because, admit it, you’re still a little sightless. But if you have an ego the size of a dinosaur egg, theses terms and conditions will be fulfilled as long as they are taken with a pinch of love. Trouble is not everyone is good at negotiations :(
But I guess in the end marriage is still an 8 letter word which is spelled as b-l-i-s-s-f-u-l :) Just keep the extras from playing the match if they have no team-spirit.
Marriage is an 8 letter word (and I don’t really mean it’s spelled as b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t, you jerk!) it actually is! Go back to the word and count the number of alphabets. Anyways, I’m not here to take English lessons but hoping that there would be someone who identifies with me on the following…
The whole procedure is so overwhelming and treacherous. If it’s arranged like my cousin’s, you’ll drive the poor parents nuts while you simply enjoy the teas and lunches with your potential significant others.
…And if its love, right from the day one when you meet them and fall in love till the day you actually tie the knot, is a risky business. First you notice all the good stuff only, coz after all love is blind, partially, and doesn’t like to wear contacts or glasses. Then you love them so much that you’d do anything to make them happy. And then there are the unwanted characters in the story who try to bring a twist in the tale. This can be anybody from your next door uncle to your special someone’s next door aunty (including the aunties-and-uncles-in-law)… nosy people. They all deserve to be cursed like Pinocchio.
Then there is the state of commitment where the love has gained sight in one eye after a laser operation (ok, now don’t grab my neck for non fruitfulness of the treatments I’m suggesting here, in case you’re blind, I’m not an ophthalmologist.) So now you can see things a little clearer and things are still good till you are handed over a To-do list and each item on it is going to take you months of learning. Now you start questioning Bobby (apni innocent si Dimple, from the movie Bobby, yaar) who told you, “pyaar me sauda nahi…” if she was kidding you. The silly girl knows nothing about real love!
Now you feel like it’s a scheme followed by a tiny asterisk with a small note attached “terms and conditions apply.” You’re probably okay with this hidden clause because, admit it, you’re still a little sightless. But if you have an ego the size of a dinosaur egg, theses terms and conditions will be fulfilled as long as they are taken with a pinch of love. Trouble is not everyone is good at negotiations :(
But I guess in the end marriage is still an 8 letter word which is spelled as b-l-i-s-s-f-u-l :) Just keep the extras from playing the match if they have no team-spirit.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Life at the TOP! sigh!
People have been asking me to update my blog… believe me I wanted to do the same but was too afraid I‘d end up boring you with my boring life. So I had decided to keep mum till I had something interesting to share with you all. But then again its too hard to deny my fans of what they want :P
My days have been so damn busy after passing CA. Once u pass everyone’s perception towards you changes instantly. Till you don’t pass and someone asks you a question, it’s acceptable if you say I’m just a CA Final student, I don’t know the solution. But the day you become CA they all expect you to know everything. Like passing gives you super human brain cells that can store 1000TB of data and the entire 1000TB must always be at the tip of your tongue. Unfair, isn’t it?
And then if you’re still an article like me with more than 6 months of articleship pending, boy, are you going to be in a sorry state! Ever since January I haven’t had a single holiday except for a couple of Sundays in a month and no bank holidays or anything. And I’m expected to deliver quality working 6 days a week for 12 hours each day! Do I look like I have a metallic body and a face as glowing as an LCD monitor? Even if you say yes, I’m still not a computer.
I think I’m grumbling a little too much so let me show you the bright side of being on the greener side… I have a qualification that makes people who are even older than me look at me with respect and I actually get to bully them around (Sshhhh! Don’t mention to my boss though that I do this to our clients ;) ) and I also get my own laptop (the wreck of a personal computer at my place is worth tossing in to the garbage bin) and I get to write blog posts when my clients forget to print up the documents I’m there to pick up (Don’t mention this to my boss either :P ) and the best of all my cousins look up to me and my parents are proud of me forever and so are my grandparents, uncles aunts, grand uncles, grandaunts, pets, neighbours, neighbour’s pets, the local stray dogs and cats, the cockroaches in the kitchen… you get the picture right? I had to save myself before the wedding proposals started flooding in and so, I did. I now get to be with the guy picked by me and not by my parents without anybody questioning the choice. Life’s all set, even though it feels like a little too soon. But then isn’t it an achievement to get everything you want at an early age?
My days have been so damn busy after passing CA. Once u pass everyone’s perception towards you changes instantly. Till you don’t pass and someone asks you a question, it’s acceptable if you say I’m just a CA Final student, I don’t know the solution. But the day you become CA they all expect you to know everything. Like passing gives you super human brain cells that can store 1000TB of data and the entire 1000TB must always be at the tip of your tongue. Unfair, isn’t it?
And then if you’re still an article like me with more than 6 months of articleship pending, boy, are you going to be in a sorry state! Ever since January I haven’t had a single holiday except for a couple of Sundays in a month and no bank holidays or anything. And I’m expected to deliver quality working 6 days a week for 12 hours each day! Do I look like I have a metallic body and a face as glowing as an LCD monitor? Even if you say yes, I’m still not a computer.
I think I’m grumbling a little too much so let me show you the bright side of being on the greener side… I have a qualification that makes people who are even older than me look at me with respect and I actually get to bully them around (Sshhhh! Don’t mention to my boss though that I do this to our clients ;) ) and I also get my own laptop (the wreck of a personal computer at my place is worth tossing in to the garbage bin) and I get to write blog posts when my clients forget to print up the documents I’m there to pick up (Don’t mention this to my boss either :P ) and the best of all my cousins look up to me and my parents are proud of me forever and so are my grandparents, uncles aunts, grand uncles, grandaunts, pets, neighbours, neighbour’s pets, the local stray dogs and cats, the cockroaches in the kitchen… you get the picture right? I had to save myself before the wedding proposals started flooding in and so, I did. I now get to be with the guy picked by me and not by my parents without anybody questioning the choice. Life’s all set, even though it feels like a little too soon. But then isn’t it an achievement to get everything you want at an early age?
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