Whatsapp in 1930

Background :- Since my childhood, I have always believed that despite born and brought up in an Indian middle class family, I have had the best of the resources all the time. My parents managed all very well. Whether it was buying a big fat Onida Color TV in mid 90's which essentially required a Babul's wood-made strong table to hold its weight forever. My father had to apply for a loan to bear their costs.

Getting a BSNL landline connection in mid 90's was not just filling up a simple form. The actual journey started after filling it up, where one had to dig all his VIP contacts to get it installed. When we lost all hopes of getting the telephone at home, one tired old man, holding a big black receiver, turned up one fine day and installed the device. He handed over the telephone directory saying it was free. My brother was happy to hear something free. Few bucks (Mithai ke liye) were undoubtedly given to him to get the privileges. The dry climate of Rajasthan makes its dusty particles roam around freely and stick all charming uncovered devices of the home. My over-protective mother showed her love for the phone by knitting a multicolored cover for it. So the attachments or accessories were quite prominent as well. As a kid, I didn't have a free will to call someone because its keypad was locked by a plastic cover to which a small lock was attached. The key of this lock was always put in the locked drawer, access of which was limited to my mother. Though locking up STD and local calls were the obvious restrictions.

Then came an invention of the millennium, Mobile Phone, in early 2000's and the honor was transferred from the landline to it. Though it was officially owned by my father but it was an alliance of everyone in the family, sometimes to the neighbors as well. My father hardly used it, my mother kept it in the locker to prevent us playing Snake game. Despite the peculiarities, it has been a life full of resources. I don't complain. Thanks to my parents.

Today it doesn't matter that the people are smart or not, they do have smart phones whether they could afford it or not. Of course Whatsapp App installed in it.  
Whatsapp is also an invention first of its kind.

I wonder what if Whatsapp was invented in 1930, the era of my grandparents, what would be this like ?  Let's have a look ! 

STORY (COMMENTARY) BEGINS

Leading Characters :-

GrandMa - Rukmani

GrandPa - Srinarayan

Rukmani's Sister - Dulaari

It was 1930. Rukmani and Srinarayan just got married. Srinarayan's obsession for smart-phones made him gift an IPHONE I1930 to Rukmani on wedding night.

Srinarayan excitedly said to Rukmani "This is IPHONE I1930, the world's best smart phone. Now it's yours."

"Really !" Rukmani couldn't hold her excitement and jumped on the bed like a kid.
She was just 14, so technically was a teenager kid.

"Hold on My Love. Understand the important stuff. Whatsapp !!   It is already installed in it and there is WiFi in our Haveli (A household where big families live together under one roof, specially in earlier times of India), to which you can always get connected." He explained.

"Oh ! That' great. Yeah, I have used Whatsapp several times on my mother's phone." Rukmani showed her awareness about newly invented application.

"I am happy that you are familiar with the application. It's a vital tool to be the part of this family. The status of Buaji, being the single sister among six brothers made her qualify as an undisputed group-admin of our Whatsapp group. I have requested her to add you as a member for which I had to give 100 bucks as an additional "Nek" (A kind of bribe in Indian customs and rituals). You will be added soon. " Srinarayan assured her.

"But few things, you have to keep in mind. Like for example, you have to respond (preferably with smiley or thumbs-up) to every post of your Sasu-Ma (Mother-in-Law), Jethanis (Sister-in-laws) otherwise they might get offended. Everyone responds to Bhuaji's post, there is no question about it. Even if they just post "Good Morning All", you have to respond. We have 45 people in the group. Everyone is pretty much active on Whatsapp." He further explained the family's technicalities.

After few days, Rukmani's sister Dulaari arrived at her place and queried about her daily affair with such a big family (in-laws) of 46 members. 

As Whatsapp was an integral part of her day to day life, she started in terms of Whatsapp " Everyday at 4:00 AM, Sasur ji (Father-in-law) posts 10 different pictures of Lord Krishna, followed by Buaji's 'Good Morning All :)' message. These two are daily rituals. Sasu-Ma makes sure that everyone responds to Buaji's message."

She continued "The Bahu (daughter-in-law), who promptly posts the Selfie (using date-enabled Camera) after completing the crucial tasks like moping the central floor of the Haveli, kneading the floor and washing the clothes, gets the privileges like her husband eats first that day despite the family's hierarchical structure. Lalaji (Younger brother-in-Law) always posts the riddles just to know the answer because somebody in other groups would have asked the same and in answering by copying from one group and paste it to others promptly makes him the genius, at least outside the family. Moreover, the name of the group gets changed every other day because of birthdays and marriage anniversaries of 46 members. The retired Fufaji (Husband of Buaji) maintains the list and hence changes the name and picture of the group accordingly. That's his post-retirement job but that didn't qualify him being the Group-Admin. Buaji is the ruler."

"So you celebrate this much of occasions ?" asked Dulaari shockingly. 
"Don't be surprised Dulaari ! You know, Badi Jethani (Eldest Sister-in-law) even celebrated the "Kua-Pujan" anniversary of her beloved fifth son. Annoying is her husband too who forwards all the messages he gets without even sees them. According to her spreading rumors, India has already got independence every other week. Once he sent "Kamasutra Pose" which half of the family didn't understand. I too googled it !"

Dulaari was stunned to hear her Whatsapp commentary. Me too by imagining that way :) 

Tour de 1920, An Era of Grandparents

The first thing that comes to mind when thinking of pre-1947 India is the struggle for independence. I have some perceptions about those times, believing that everyone born before 1947 was a freedom fighter. People either joined Mahatma Gandhi’s peaceful campaigns or Bhagat Singh’s aggressive ones, based on their personal choices. It seemed everyone was sent to jail at least once in their lifetime. The youth were driven by a fervent desire to gain freedom from the colonial empire. Back then, "falling in love" seemed like an undefined concept in our country.

One fine day, my friend, who could read my mind, offered me a chance to travel back in time with his remarkable time machine.

"Hey bro, you should travel to any time before 1947 and meet your fantasies," said my friend Siddhartha.

"Are you kidding?" I responded.

"No, seriously. The device is ready to go. The only bug is that you can't return for six months. But don't worry, your present time won't be lost. When you come back, you'll rejoin us as if you never left," he explained.

"Okay, then, I would probably visit my grandparents' hometown, Alwar, in 1920. Let's see if they were having a great time."

We both chuckled.

The time machine had been successfully tested several times before, so I wasn't afraid. Though I had no clue how I would handle the people of different times, generations, and mindsets, I brushed aside all uncertain thoughts. I took my grandparents' blessings by folding my hands in front of their picture and packed my backpack with clothes and a few eatables.

I started my journey and landed in Alwar. It was a sunny morning on October 2, 1920.

The city looked more like a village, with vast bare land. I could hardly see any houses, though some astounding architectures caught my attention. Men were properly dressed in dhotis, kurtas, and pagdis. Women were wrapped in dhotis with covered faces. Carts and bicycles were the most favored means of transport, though people mostly walked. Men and women moved in different groups, with men leading and guiding the chattering women. It was just as I had imagined. I was amazed to see people working on October 2, which is Gandhi Jayanti, until I recalled that it was 1920 and Gandhiji was still alive.

I quickly reached the Mohalla, where my grandfather and his family had lived. Almost everyone on my way to my ancestors' Haveli glanced at me with anger. As I entered the Mohalla, the women shouted, "They have come, they are here!" and dragged their children inside their houses. The men hid themselves too. I had no clue what I had done wrong to cause such fear and hatred among my people. Did I look that scary?

Then I saw a boy fearlessly walking towards me. "Hey, go back where you came from! We want to live a free life here."

I asked the boy, "Hey young man! What's going on here? What did I do wrong? Why is everyone scared of me?"

The boy angrily replied, "I am not scared of you, you white idiot. You English people can't ruin us. We will throw you out of my country." He then punched me hard in the stomach.

Gathering my strength, I replied, "I am not English. My name is Ravi. My grandfather lives here. His name is Madan-Lal. He is the Tehsildar of Alwar District."

The boy curiously interrupted me, "Oh! You sound like us. But there is no Madan-Lal here except me. How do you know that I want to become Tehsildar?"

I had forgotten for a moment that I had traveled to the past. It took some time for me to realize it. The person standing in front of me was my teenage grandfather. How young, fearless, and dynamic he looked. I was filled with excitement. I couldn’t explain to him that I came from his future. He probably wouldn’t understand.

I diverted his curiosity. "I mean, you could become Tehsildar. You are young and dynamic."

"Thanks, but I need to pass class X to become one. I have been failing class X exams for the last three years. You know what? Narmada is 14 years old already, and if I don't pass this year, she will marry someone else. Her father is a rich contractor. The financial gap can be bridged by my job as Tehsildar, which would allow my marriage proposal."

"Hold on, Daadu. You will become Tehsildar and marry Ms. Narmada. I can see it..." I stopped myself from revealing the truth. "May your mouth be filled with ghee and sugar. But how will I pass the class X exams? Despite topping the class, I failed all subjects except Maths and Hindi. I got zero in English, which I believe is useless. That’s one of the reasons I don’t like English people. No one explains science the way it should be. We have to memorize it, which I can’t. Above all, I haven’t seen Narmada since the last Jagannath Ji Mela," he said with disappointment.

"Hey, don't worry. I will teach you the subjects if you promise to introduce me to Ms. Narmada," I offered, desperate to meet my grandmother.

"How could you help me? Have you already passed class X?" He was doubtful.

"Yes, I can help you. I am pursuing a Ph.D. and studying science in English," I explained.

"What? What is a Ph.D.? Is it after class X? If something exists after class X, why do it if you can become Tehsildar first? It's a waste of time and money. My parents can't even afford private tuition fees. You seem educated and probably the only option to solve my problem," he said, partially convinced of my higher studies and teaching him.

After two months of rigorous planning to dodge his relatives and friends, we finally met Ms. Narmada, my grandmother, at the fair. My grandpa introduced me to his girlfriend. I touched her feet. She was extremely shy but quite happy with my grandpa.

Upset, she asked, "Bauji wants to marry off all his daughters on the same day soon. When will you become Tehsildar? I can't marry someone else."

"Don't worry, Narmada. You will become the mother of my children. That's my promise. Someone is calling your name. We have to go now," my enthusiastic grandpa reassured her.

We returned to the city and studied hard for the next few weeks. When my six-month stay was almost over, I told him I had to go. He was disappointed.

"I did very well in the exams. You have been a great help. Can't you wait until my results? I want you to attend my wedding. I will convince your parents. Please stay with me," he insisted.

A tear hung at the edge of his eyelid. Neither of us could resist our emotions.

"Hey bro! I would stay if I could. But I promise we will meet again," I said, holding back my emotions.

"Do you promise? Will I see your parents too?"

"Yes, you will surely meet them. I assure you," I smiled.

We exchanged smiles and said goodbye.

It was a wonderful time spent with him and his surroundings. I was astonished to see my forefathers and their family of 100 members living together under one roof with limited resources. They ate together. Despite financial constraints, my grandpa never left his family and became Tehsildar, the only boy in the Mohalla. Above all, he fell in love with my grandma and passionately achieved his dream of marrying her. What a wonderful journey it was with him. I will cherish it all my life.

Kissi se Kehna Mat

I was in a family get-together when I received a call from Accenture. Accenture is a Multinational Software Company, which means it has offices in various countries of the world.

The girl from the other side of the phone probably rolled her tongue to create an alien accent.
She said " Hi, This is Sujata calling from Accenture Corporate Office Mumbai. It is to inform you that you have been selected as a Senior Software Engineer. Rest of the details will be emailed to you shortly. Thanks. Have a nice day."

Though it was hard to understand her language in "pretended to be like an American accent", I managed to grab the abstract of it.
I got a job in Accenture. I couldn't resist my exhilaration that I informed my father.

I said with excitement " Papa, I got the job in Accenture. Just now, they called me."
Papa with equal intensity reverted " Oh that's good news. Isn't Accenture a bigger company? Will you get more package here?"
I joyfully answered his queries" Yes, its one of the biggest in its working domain and my package will also be 7.5 lakhs/annum. But don't disclose this news to anyone, Papa because I want to be sure of my offer letter, joining location and other important details. This may take few days. I am anyway going to Bangalore and return directly to Sunny's marriage after 5 days. We will then inform everyone. What do you say?"
He said with agreement" No, we will even inform after you join the company. All the best."

As I left, a lot of  bilateral consensus happened between people, which are as follows.

Consensus 1:- My father said to my mother" Ravi got a new job in Mumbai. The company has offices abroad as well. Please don't disclose it to anyone now."
For my mother, the job location matters more than the company and its offered salary. She has an impression that every software engineer goes abroad and settles down there, which is true to some extent. 

Consensus 2:- My mother shared her mixed feeling with my Mausi(her sister) " Ravi got senior position in Mumbai and after few months, he will also go abroad like everyone. Don't reveal it now to anyone."
For my Mausi, senior position only means more money. 

Consensus 3:- My Mausi discussed it with his son (my II cousin) " Ravi became senior and soon going to abroad."
My cousin made some calculations in his mind and clarified my Mausi's doubts " Accenture sends his people to Europe. For a Senior Software Engineer, they offer around 5000 Euros per month. That means 4 lakhs per month."
My Mausi almost fainted after hearing that.      

Consensus 4:-  My cousin continued to disclose to my I cousin " Did you get to know about Ravi? He is going to Europe and will be earning 4 lakhs per month. Fod diya bande ne (He progressed incredibly). 
My I cousin replied " No I wasn't aware of this. But sounds great."
My II cousin " In that case, please don't say that I told you. "

My II cousin extended this to his father.

Consensus 5:- His father (my uncle) told his wife (my aunt) " Ravi is going abroad. He will settle down there after his marriage. MK (my father) has one daughter and one son. The daughter will go her home after marriage and the son will settle down abroad. Why to have kids then if they don't live with you? Anyway, they have not informed us so you also don't share it with anyone."

Actually, the marriage of neither my sister nor mine were fixed at that point of time. 

Cycling Chain:- The message was spread in the entire family, friends, neighbors and their friends in just 5 days.

I attended my cousin's marriage after my return from Bangalore. I was unaware of what happened when I was not around.

I was looking for my friend then suddenly Mr. Gupta (our neighbor) patted my shoulder very hardly " Oh congratulations Ravi ! Naam roshan kar diya bhai ( You made everyone proud)"
Soon Mr. Saini (my father's colleague) also joined us.
"Did you hear that Saini ji? Ravi is going abroad. You know, the money we earn in a year, he will earn in a month there." Mr Gupta continued with laughter.

Was it funny that Mr. Gupta and Mr. Saini couldn't resist their laughter? Oh, my poor sense of humor that I could not sense the joke. But I didn't understand where his story came from till I realized that it was not only his contribution, but the entire family and friends to create a marvelous fictional story about my job.

I pissed off in the beginning but then couldn't resist laughing after tracing the whole chain of consensus back. It was fun. Indeed, our social networking is better than Facebook :)

The Desires of a "Small Town Boy"

I was born and brought up in a very small city of Rajasthan, India. I had a strict mother, a busy father and 4 years elder sister. My mother never allowed us to play more than 1 hour and watch TV except on Sundays. My father, on the other hand, never cared that much. The drawing room of the government allotted house had fulfilled the purpose of our sleeping-cum-studying room. But in case of visitors staying overnight, it quite often sacrificed as a guest room. The room showed the ever adjusting nature of an Indian middle class.

My mother used to watch daily soaps as much as she could do. The sudden ups and downs of the magnitude of the voice, referring to the crucial moments of the TV serials, made us to draw our own stories. If the dinner coincided with those TV programs, we could cross-verify our innovative stories with the actual ones. It's hard to imagine now that TV was hardly switched off the whole day.

The years had passed in a similar way. Over the years, my mother limited her responsibilities up to asking the same question after every exam; "How was the exam?" My father was only aware of which class I was studying. They, undoubtedly, became active at the results. My sister was always appreciated by them, but I was quite a disappointment for them.
I loved to play cricket but never allowed to play after class IX. They said " There exists a lot of competition and playing in Indian Cricket is an impossible task so why to waste time playing it. Just concentrate on your studies." I never understood why playing cricket was all about getting selected in the Indian Cricket Team.

Anyway life moved on, I reached the class X. The year when all your family members, friends of your parents and neighbours become super-active as if this is as important as selecting the Prime Ministerial candidate for the country. All vague ideas of studying more than 15 hours, A BIG NO to play, movies and social gatherings. They offered the logic of focusing those crucial years (X-XI-XII class) to have a great life ahead full of luxuries. I wondered why, then, not a single person around me had all the luxuries even after they would have sacrificed their crucial years.

I was in a good school but supplementing your school education with famous private tutors in the city was a trend you could not ignore. Science, Maths and English were more privileged subjects for getting extra classes. Life was limited to school, extra classes, tuitions and self-studies in the drawing room, next to my mother's theater.

One fine day after my X class exams, I spent the whole day playing cricket. My busy-turned-into-super-active father was waiting at the door.
He asked in an angry tone "Desire fulfilled ?" He continued " Guptaji's son has already gone to Kota. He is doing IIT there. "
My mother interrupted " What is IIT ? Never heard this term before !" I didn't know about it either." My father ignored her question" Arey, our prince doesn't even know about it and others have started doing it. I have decided that you will start your tuitions from tomorrow on. No more playing."

The best thing about government houses that your neighbours keep on changing. I was leaving my home at 5:00 AM when I first saw her playing badminton with her brother. Our eyes met but I had to leave. So the whole day, I ignored unimplementable mathematical equations, never seeable atomic level chemical equations and  unachievable speed of light, and thought of coming back to home and see her again.  Back home, she was already there with her mother.  I was anxious. My mother introduced me with them.
She said " This is Mrs. Sharma, our new neighbour, and her daughter Smriti. Smriti didi will be didi's college." Oh crap !! I was collapsed to the core.  Nothing was worse than calling your first crush "Didi (Sister)" 

I studied in a boy's (UniSex) school. The private tutors made two separate batches for boys & girls. The timings of the batches were also separated by 12 hours. Though it was very unlikely in a small town that a girl gets into the Science-Maths stream. Most families of the girls were obsessed for Arts. They could limit their girls to go out to the maximum. Arts students had the privilege not to attend regular classes. Tuitions were not needed either or unavailable too.
In this era, after a long time, I saw a beautiful girl. She was like an alien flower in the drought. I was not sure of whether my mother did it intentionally or she didn't care of my teenage fantasies.

I was supposed to drop my 4 years elder sister to evening classes and get her back safely. I couldn' t understand why I got that task from my parents. Was I considered to be strong enough to fight rapists, eve-teasers or bad boys or was my sister frail to defend her? I was always talked about my future education despite my love for cricket. My sister, on other hand, was talked about her marriage, ignoring her interest for higher education.

I wanted to get along with my first crush. I wanted to drop out after school. I wanted to play cricket all my life. I wanted my sister to live freely without restrictions. I never dared to question my parents and the society by whom I was driven. I was never answered.

एक पैगाम

आदरणीय ताऊजी

वैसे तो मैं यहाँ अपनों से कोसो दूर हूँ पर जब भी किसी से बात करने का मन करता हैं या अपने मन की बात साझा करनी होती हैं,  फोन पर बात करने से दूर होने के दर्द को थोड़ा सुकून तो मिल ही जाता हैं।

मैं यहाँ बहुत खुश हूँ और मैंने अपनी यहाँ एक छोटी सी दुनिया बसा ली हैं।  फिर भी कभी-२ मन तनहा तो हो ही जाता हैं।  कल एकाएक आपसे बात करने का बहुत मन हुआ और हमेशा की तरह आपसे जवाब पाने की असक्षमता मेरे आँखों में आये आंसुओ को रोक पाने में भी विफल रही.

कुछ पलो के लिए सब कुछ थम सा गया था मानो। फिर दिल को समझाया, और आपसे जुडी हर यादो को शब्दों में पिरोना शुरू किया। जब यादे शब्दों का रूप ले रही थी, ऐसा लग रहा था मानो आप बगल में बैठकर मेरी बातें पढ़ रहे हो और इस बार जवाब जरूर दोगे।

• मुझे याद हैं आप अपने बच्चों के इंतज़ार में घर की छत पर अक्सर बेचैन होकर चक्कर लगाया करते थे. संजू-पिंटू भैया ने आपको बहुत इंतज़ार कराया हैं। 
• मुझे याद हैं कैसे आप डोली-नीतू दीदी के परीक्षा परिणाम पर 1st , 2nd  और 3rd डिवीज़न आने पर अखबार पर ही राष्ट्रपति, उप-राष्ट्रपति और प्रधाममंत्री लिख दिया करते थे।  
• याद हैं मुझे जिस दिन घर पर आलू के कोफ्ते बनते थे, जब आप आमरस बनाते थे। जब हम सब घंटो बातो में बैठा करते थे और चाय के अनगिनत दौर चलते थे। 
• वो ताश की बाजिया, बुरे से बुरे पत्तों पर भी आप अपने दोनों हाथ ऊपर उठाकर खेल शुरू होने से पहले ही जीतने का एहसास करा देते थे। 
• शायद ही कोई ऐसी फिल्म होगी जो आपने देखी नहीं हो, हर रविवार सुबह रंगोली देखते वक़्त हमे इसका प्रमाण मिल जाता था. 
• आपका घर में दफ्तर और अलमारी में रखे कागज़ और फाइलें। आज तो वह कमरा पिंटू भाई का हैं। 
• कैसे आप वो फटाफट से तूफ़ान की तरह फ्रेश हो जाया करते थे। 
• लादिया की गलियो में आपकी यज़्दी मोटरसाइकिल की ढक-२ करती आवाज़ दूर से ही आपके आने का एहसास करा देती थी। 

आप को शायद इस बात का एहसास नहीं हैं कि मुझे बहुत कुछ कहना था आपसे। आपके जाने के बाद, मैंने कितनी ही बार आपको सपनो में देखने की कोशिश की।  आप बहुतो के सपनो में आये पर मेरे नहीं। मैंने कई बार आपको हिल स्टेशन पर ढूंढने की भी कोशिश की और यकीन मानो आज भी करता हूँ।  दिल को एक विश्वास सा हैं की आप ऐसे ही किसी मोड़ पर चलते हुए मिल जाओगे।  

आज जब भी विजय नगर वाले घर पर जाता हूँ , आपकी यादें वहाँ बसी हुई लगती हैं। जब चिराग पुण्य ने मुझसे पूछा बाबा के बारे में बताओ, वो कैसे थे तो मैं यह सब बातें उनको बताने लगा।  वो खुश होकर सुनते रहे।  कान्हा, भविन, चिराग पुण्य मिलकर चारो बहुत धमाल मचाते हैं। शिवेन पापा को बहुत प्यार से दादू बोलता हैं। किट्टू, ख़ुशी और राधेय भी इसको पढ़कर आपके बारे में और जानेंगे।  

आपका बनाया वो घर , निभाए हुए वो रिश्ते, आपके संस्कार, वो मोटरसाइकिल, जो आज आवाज़ तो नहीं करती, पर घर पर हमारे साथ हैं|  हर घर में आपकी तस्वीर लगी हैं जिसका हम हर सुख-दुःख में सजदा करते हैं। हमने आपकी हर याद को संझो कर रखा हुआ हैं। 

आप सोच रहे होंगे कि आज मैं इतना भावुक कैसे हो गया, न तो आज गोवेर्धन पूजा हैं और न आज २० अप्रैल हैं. पर आज मैं आपको बताना चाहता हूँ कि आपकी यादें इन २ दिनों में सिमट कर नहीं रह गयी हैं।  

मैं आपसे कहना चाहता हूँ कि हम सब आपको बहुत याद करते हैं और आपकी कमी कोई पूरी नहीं कर सकता। आपकी यादें साझा करने से दिल हल्का महसूस कर रहा हैं। आपसे जुडी हुई हर अच्छी बुरी यादें हमारी ज़िन्दगी का हिस्सा हैं।  उनको याद करके भावुक होने से दर्द बढ़ता नहीं, बल्कि कम होता हैं। 

आप जहा हो, खुश रहो। 

आपका रबड़ी 

     

Love @ First Sight: A short, challenging yet unsuccessful love story

Background:- To me, Indian marriages are more than a ceremony of tying the knot. It's a joint celebration of two families, their extended families, friends, neighbors and their friends. Above all, it provides a platform to all young eyes to mingle. But it's a great challenge.

On one fine wedding of these kinds, I saw her for the very first time and fell in love.

Here is the STORY

"Mom, I can't wear this three-piece suit once again. I have already worn this one in almost all wedding in the last 4 years. Now everyone knows what I am going to wear in the parties. " I showed my resentment. 

My mother declined my request " Don't exaggerate. You wore it only 3-4 times. It is very new. " 

"Mom,  but it doesn't fit me anymore. Can't you see, I am fatter now. " It was my last attempt. 

"You look dashing. Ask Buaji !! Anyways we are leaving for the wedding in Buaji's jeep. See you there." My mom ignored my request smartly. 

I looked at Buaji. " Arey beta, are you bridegroom ? Wear anything !! It hardly matters. We go there, eat food and come back at the earliest." Both ladies left for the wedding, passing the sarcastically smiles at me.

Those lines frustrated me to the core till I saw her.  

I stepped into the wedding venue. My eyes traversed the whole scene and then stuck on her.
"Who is she ? Am I in the wrong wedding ? Does she belong to our city ? Does she join the wedding from bride's side or the bridegroom's ? Will she ever notice me ? Will I even dare to ask her name ? Will she ever answer ?  But can I find the girl like her ever ?  Is it love at first sight ?  No its just an attraction. I should stop watching Shahrukh Khan's movie." I was flooded with countless thoughts but I concluded admirably at the end.

She was dressed elegantly in a red saree. Her twinkling jewellery distracted my eyes from her bangles to her ear-rings to the necklace. My heart started beating faster at every of her gestures. For me, there was no-one except her but for her, it seems like I didn't exist at all.  But why would she notice a fat and not so well dressed small town boy ?
In that aimless party where men were busy talking politics and women were spreading gossips, I had a clear vision. I knew that it was "Now or Never" situation for me.  I decided to pursue my services at the food counters. I secured the advantage of being from the bride's side.
But my Buaji noticed me and sent me to drop her mother-in-law home. I don't understand why these old people come to functions if they can't stay till the couple exchange the garlands, the very first ceremony of the wedding. I joined back and made sure that she didn't visit the stalls during my absence. A sigh of relief.
She started dancing on the floor with her relatives. Who is that boy ? Oh, my story can't be a Love Triangle !! I changed my focus from her to the distance she shared with the boy.

A lot was going on in my mind but my Fufaji introduced me with his friend. He then asked me whether there was a "Pan stall " in the party ? Who, in the entire world, could make him understand that it was not my daughter's wedding and why I was giving my services. There was no Pan-shop. I cursed daughter's father not to arrange Pan-stall. He instructed me to bring two Pans. This could be crucial. She could be here anytime but denying or delaying my Fufaji (a highest status in the relationship, especially when your father has one sister among four brothers) was an invitation to a big mess. I used my wild card. I called my younger brother and bribed him to bring Pans. It worked :)
My family was done with food. They were ready to leave. But I was wondering why she didn't eat ? Don't beautiful girls eat ? She was heading to the exit gate. Oh is she leaving ? I ran behind her. She was with her relatives. How could I go there and ask few questions which I practiced since I saw her. I saw Chirag, bride's cousin. He was also among her relatives. He was my class-mate, the most stupid fellow in the class. But as it is said "if need be, call an ass a Father." I approached him and asked if I could help.
I was just trying to get into her sphere. I was very close but then someone shouted my name. "Ravi, come here !!" "I will go with you on Luna. I can't sit in Jeep after having food. I am not feeling good. Let's go."
So, before 5 minutes, I was planning to drop her home, but now she could see me driving with the fattest partner. I couldn't face her struggling with the oldest Luna in the town.
Means, if you have great fool-proof and backup plans, your family not only ruins it but also embarrasses you, in addition.

At the end, I didn't eat any food, paid my services more than catering service vendor, followed all useless instructions of the family. I sacrificed a lot but no-one cared. I couldn't get even the name of the girl with whom I fell in love the moment I glimpsed her.

Yes, it was my first love, my unsuccessful teen-aged attempt !! 

  

  

My Heart is Beating ..............

I am sitting in my balcony. The nature is in full mood today. It has unlocked the blue sky, spread the sunshine and changed the colors of the leaves. This is the perfect day of Autumn. I close my eyes to feel the penetrating sun rays into my body. The breeze gently blows in off the skin. But my soul goes back to India and checks out what's happening there. My soul inhales the aroma of "Diwali". Oh !! My heart starts beating faster. My mind responds. It begins collecting all the observations and thoughts. I have to jot down all I want to convey to my family, friends, neighbours and my fellow countrymen.

• Yes I am the one who lives and works thousands of miles far from the family and friends. Yes I miss all of you. 
• Yes I am the one who has been questioned several times where would I settle down ? Here or in India ? Honestly, I am also trying to figure this out.
• Yes I am the one who, you think is only having a great time here, ignoring all my struggles and pains. 
• Yes I am the one who has been misunderstood many times that I am here only to earn a lot of money.
• Yes I am the one who gets annoyed when my salary and expenditures are discussed in detail. 
• Yes I am the one who has been misunderstood to have left the family back in India and can't sacrifice the money and pleasure over family. 
• Yes I am the one who could earlier, being in India, hardly spend time with family but now can Skype with them the whole day from here.  
• Yes I am the one who was the laziest in the family but now doing everything by myself. I am proud of it :)
• Yes I am the one who always shares traveling status such as "India Calling :)" and "Flying back ........ :(" etc.
• Yes I am the one who, even while boarding the Air India plane for India, feels like reaching India.
• Yes I am the one who wants to share every new experience via social networking sites. I am not showing off. I am here all alone, I just want to share it with my friends and family. Keep it  Simple !!
• Yes I am the one who has to skip a lot of family functions and festivals. Believe me,  its equally distressing for me too.
• Yes I am the one who celebrates every festival and tries to follow every customs here to the extent, much better than India. Every Indian seems to me like a big family here.
• Yes I am the one who used to speak English in India to make a mark but here finds people who could speak my mother tongue. 
• Yes I am the one who doesn't miss any Bollywood movie, not even Ramgopal Verma's :-O
• Yes I am the one who can't vote but doesn't sleep or wakes up early to catch up the Election Results.    
• Yes I am the one who is noticing the differences between the countries and would like to see the good changes there. 
• Yes I am the one who is self proclaimed Indian Ambassador here who is portraying India's positive image and sharing Indian culture.

My heart beats for my family, friends and my country India. My soul is hanging around there. Don't judge me !!