Its been a while

Every time someone asks me why I don’t write more, I give them the same old excuse – no time. The truth is I do have time…lots of it. Enough to read romantic novels, watch chick flicks more than once and check my mail 25 times a day. The real reason is that I don’t really come across anything inspiring when I am in front of my laptop. Inspiring thoughts come when I am in solitude with greenery and a clear blue sky for company. But then of course I don’t have a laptop. So for the sake of people who used to read my blog regularly and have been asking me to update it more often (that will be 8 and 5 respectively), here is what I have come up with as a solution. My non- happening life this week. Yes. It is very ‘me’ to choose a Wednesday to start this.

Here goes

- Last week has been very normal. For people who don’t know my daily schedule, it consists of checking mail, checking mail and checking mail. Occasionally talking to a weaver who doesn’t understand. My diploma project isn’t headed anywhere. I always wondered why people took 6 months to complete work that required 3. What I didn’t realise was that it included checking mail which is of no use ten times and day and talking to weavers who don’t co operate. Throw in free internet and a new discovery of interesting illustrated blogs and you know where it is headed, or not.

- Since I am now based at home( If I may still call it so since I had to spend two months clearing a lot of things from my ‘room that used to be’ including my brother and two lizards),my mother is Always there when I get back from office. On the upside there is endless supply of good food and my very own bathroom, the downside are two brothers who don’t believe in niceties, clean bathrooms and sisters! There is also this teeny weeny matter of my mother Always trying to tell me about some eligible boy I should get married to. I am officially the black sheep of the family. My cousins at my age had two kids – one boy, one girl (defying laws of probability), one independent house( no mortgage), one flat (on mortgage), one bike/ car (to drop kids at 25 different ‘after-school’ extra –curricular activities classes). I am the idiot who decided to do a masters with her own cash (result- two years of working for corporate houses which don’t know morality started with ‘m’ and no cash owing to the expensive lunches that came with the job).

- Last week I receive a slew of orkut friend request mails from the same person to a mail ID a total of five people know about. Big mistake: one of them happens to be my mother. So I suspect it is a prospective groom, but then after checking his profile on orkut realise it was just another guy ‘wanting to make friendship’. This week he mails me saying he is a prospective groom and want to know if the interest is mutual. Aargh. I want to kill my mother, but since I like her cooking, I decide to vent my anger out at this boy/uncle. I had a nasty reply typed out and saved in drafts. I only needed the approval of my best friend/ guide/ counsellor/ sound board. Now for people who know her, she is someone who encourages acts of giving it back like this one. But to my surprise, she told me it was nothing but a chance for a poor guy’s attempt at online romance in a community infected with the arranged marriage system. Damn, is it me? My mother? Or all the lovely boys? I guess ‘adjusting’ is not a term I will add to my list of qualities anymore.

- Last week through a community mail, I receive one about dowry that got my attention (meaning I read it!). A very thoughtful person had written a mail asking people to be aware of the rules and laws that can be used against people who practice the system of dowry. As a note he mentioned that ‘seethanam’ we offer in our community is not dowry, but a gift (duh!). Now the thought of people in my community abiding the law when it comes to dowry is a farce. Everybody gives or takes (parents of the daughter or son respectively). So I mailed the community back saying, what are you guys talking about laws against dowry, all of you (almost) practice it. A couple of mails I received were in appreciation, the others justifying or clearing the first mail which was an ‘awareness’ mail. All this makes we want to go back in history when the men in my community paid money to the bride’s family to marry her! Sigh :D. I am no hypocrite. Just a nasty sarcastic person. Thank you thoughtless abiders of the society and law breakers.

Until next week...eh month....eh year. ok, whenever