Aur Shaadi Ho Gayi.....

Hi Friends,


Starting to write after 26 days. Longest break taken in last six months. Just to inform you all that I was more than busy in helping my wife in shopping which was okay but also in few more things like suggesting a gift and matching the colors of her various dresses as well which is not at all okay.


My friend's wedding was the reason behind all this chaos. But it was not a chaos from the beginning, But my wife's preparation for this wedding converted this pleasant occasion into a nightmare, As even in my dreams, I was selecting dresses and matching accessories for my wife and my dreams were so real that all my suggestions were getting rejected again and again and still I was forced to come up with a new and ready-to-get-rejected suggestion.

And finally, On the early morning of 24th of May'09, Another friend of mine became a “martyr”.




When he was getting ready for his wedding and was wearing a quite expensive “Sherwaani”, my last words in his ears were “I know it's too late, but my friend, Is it really important for you to get married?? think again if you can!!!!!”. He replied, “Ab to ho rahi hai yaar”.

God bless the soul of another bachelor .......


I can't forget those days when we boozed together, went for movies together and had loads of fun. But now, These are the memories with which I will cherish and spend rest of my life.


After I got married, He was the only one who used to bring the wave of bachelorhood with him in my house. But now whenever he will come, Rather if he gets to come, Their will be two intelligent ladies talking and two dumb a** listening.

Scene will be almost like this..

(click on the picture above if you want to know the depth of the torture)

No points for guessing that who is husband and who is wife...


And that's not it because as he has already committed the “SIN”, So there is nothing much can be done about it. However once he'll meet me next time, I'll surely give him a bit of gyan about what a women wants in her man and how can a man survive a married life accordingly.




I got married when I was 21 and I know about the married life of so many people who in their 30s or 40s. So here is the wish list of the women..

What a women wants in her man, Original List (at age 22)


1. Handsome
2. Charming
3. Financially successful
4. A caring listener
5. Witty
6. In good shape
7. Dresses with style
8. Appreciates the finer things
9. Full of thoughtful surprises
10. An imaginative, romantic lover

Revised List (at age 32)

1. Nice looking - preferably with hair on his head
2. Opens car doors, holds chairs
3. Has enough money for a nice dinner at restaurant
4. Listens more than he talks
5. Laughs at her jokes at appropriate times
6. Can carry in all the groceries with ease
7. Owns at least one tie
8. Appreciates a good home cooked meal
9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries
10. Seeks romance at least once a week



Re-revised List (at age 42)


1. Not too ugly - bald head OK
2. Doesn't drive off until she is in the car
3. Works steady - splurges on dinner at McDonalds on occasion
4. Nods head at appropriate times when she is talking
5. Usually remembers the punchlines of jokes
6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture
7. Usually wears shirt that covers stomach
8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids
9. Remembers to put the toilet seat lid down
10. Seeks romance maximum once a week




Jokes apart but my friend's wedding was the happiest thing happened to all of us as He waited for this moment too long, She waited for this moment for too long......”Aur Shaadi Ho Gayi”.


May god bless them with a happy, Healthy and immortal married life with loads of love and unlimited fun...

Cheers....

The Mask............

Hi Friends,


Some of the craziest things have been happening with me for last few years and it has everything to do with my identity, Deeds and Existence

When i was born, It was a reason to smile for my parents, When grew up, It was another mark of identity in the class room, After some more time, It became the example of so many notorious acts, Then became something on my admit card, Then something on my Pan card, Then a 2x2 inches part of my office ID card, also something which get me “hellozz” and “hiizz” when people look at it and yes I am talking about “Face”my “Face”, The most integral part of one's identity and personality. However this same old “face” of mine has now started creating some disastrous and never-felt- before troubles for me.


We all know, That like all other physical changes, Even our face keeps on changing. In terms of size, color, marks and puberty. But I never knew that apart from these “normal changes”, Some far more “abnormal” and “extraordinary” changes can also occur.

It's been 4 years since I have left my hometown. It was 26th of November 2006 when I boarded the train to Delhi and I was 20 years of age then. And I did not know if there are any physical changes yet to take place in me. In these four years, I kept visiting to my hometown in every six months or in an year. However now I have started feeling that the reactions of the people around me have changed. No matter whom I am going to, In any minor or major way, I have to prove my identity to everyone. Let it be my parents, Brother, Friends, Colleague, Uncles, Aunts and almost to everybody I encounter with and it's not about the people only in the hometown but with everybody whom I know from my childhood. Majority of those people are there in my hometown and that's why I get to feel this really badly when I am there in my hometown.

For me, Being with parents is something which cannot be compared with any other treasure or pleasure in the whole world. It's like a universal truth that your mom and dad can understand your feelings even if you don't express or say anything. Things were not different with me either. Every wish fulfilled, Every tears wiped and ever pain healed right from the moment I was born until now. But now, I don't know why but the “communication” has become the only medium to convey the feeling across, Which never really was required.


How come now I have to tell them that “Mom, Dad I love you”.Parents cannot be like this, At least my parents cannot be like this..Who did that to them, Rather who did that to our love.?? why do I need to tell them that I am there son??? why don't they recognize me?? what has happened to my face???....no answer came.....

Friends, Whom I have known from my childhood. Non of us ever required to say that “we are there for each other”. We fought for each other, Laughed with each other, Celebrated parties, Cried together, Laughed together, Were there with each other when required and even when it was not required. In fact, I can't think of a single moment, When we were not required or “unwanted” for each other, Then why the hell now even after being with them they can't recognize me?? why should I tell them every time that I am their friend??? why don't they give me the same warmth even after looking at my face????why do I need to tell them that I am there for them...what has happened to my face???????.......no answer came.......

Looking at the people you don't know and getting strange looks and cold response is completely normal and anticipated. But getting same strange response from the people with whom I have spent years causes and caused an unbearable agony deep within. But the saga did not stop there, Suddenly I realized that it's not only my friends and parents, But the whole world has become stranger for me. Cold responses, Strange looks , An expectation to prove my identity and an explanation of my past life and existence is all I was getting from everywhere.

Then I decided to sit with "Solitude", This "agony" and “Myself”. Because I wanted solitude to kill either agony or “me”.

It was paining and was paining like anything. Choked emotions, Forbidden desires, Pierced thoughts and dried tears. I was cluttered with all these things.

A choked feeling…there was no one around…… my sobs resounding…. what was that clutching my heart?? Pain had its claws so firmly holding on to my heart, I could feel the blood dripping…. I gasped , no voice coming out…. just choking garbled noise ….. None to hear me or help … I was isolated, Away from this world …Away from human beings, Tucked away in a lonely place I called my private space….all alone in my mind. My feelings raw, exposed and shivering, But nobody was there with any remedy..

I was not dying and had no other option except living with this pain. But then I thought, What is causing the problem??? who is causing the problem ???? what's the reason??????? yeah... This time I had an answer... It's my Face.. Yes.. It's my face.....

I ran to the Mirror to see what the hell is wrong with my face, Why everybody is failing to recognize me..

I chose the biggest mirror available at my place. I just wanted all the answers with maximum clarity.....

Oh My god.. what happened to my face..I could not believe my eyes..I screamed....as my own face scared the hell out of me..

My face was completely covered with a “MASK”. A dark thick “mask”. I did not have eyes, ears, nose, cheeks and chin. In fact, I just had few words mentioned there, It was hard for me to read those words, So I took off my specs...That's when I was able to read those words on my face.. I tried reading them... and I could see.... Pride...Wrath...Envy....Selfishness...Lust....Greed....Anger...... written all over my face.....

My fists were getting tighter, I was sweating, shivering but was still feeling helpless and could do nothing but scream. I screamed at the person in the mirror , He did not respond, Again I screamed, Still no response..all of a sudden I heard a voice, But it was not coming from the mirror. ........It was me, Talking to me........

I kept looking at the mirror, But listening to that voice...



“” You have thought enough about your parents and your friends and the people around you. You cried a lot about the things which did not happen or should have happened. You spoke a lot about what you should have got and did not get. You talked about your identity and persona, You talked about changes taking place everywhere. But my Friend, You did not talk about what you deserve, What you owe and what you give.....You said your parents don't understand you, you might have realized it recently but they stopped understanding you when you first said to your mom “ ma, you just can't understand”. You were never required to mention your presence to your friends until you stopped being for them before thinking if they'll be around once you'll require. You are not crying because you are isolated, You are crying because now you have realized that you “need” someone at the moment, And this is something which you did not realize when somebody else needed you.”



Nothing in your life—finances, family, healing and so on will work to its fullest potential until you let go of selfishness and perfect your love walk. To be selfish is to "regard one's own interest;" selfishness is "a devotion to one's own interest." Selfishness and love are the two most powerful forces in existence. When you operate in one of these forces, you short–circuit the other. When you choose to love, you turn your back on selfishness. When you choose to be selfish, you turn your back on the opportunity to express love. There is no middle ground. You cannot love unconditionally and be unconditionally selfish as well. So stop pretending and accept, that in the past few years or so many years you have thought about yourself and nobody else”



You lost your eyes because you see only what you want to see, You lost your ears because u can hear only what benefits you, You lost your nose because you go only to the place from where you can smell a profit, You lost your forehead because you feel extremely proud of yourself and don't look at the people below you and you finally lost your mouth when you started flattering people by lying and stopped mentioning if you really care.



Since Now you have seen what actually you are, I am giving you one more chance to get rid of this “MASK”. I can understand that you can't undo what you have done, but surely can live rest of your life in a way, that you won't have to regret for. Otherwise right now it's just the face which I have occupied, rest of your body is still left.....””


I am speechless..My face is still missing... I am still down on my knees.. and trying to take this “MASK” off...




















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