Well i know you will not ask where i was yesterday or last night. But i got to tell you... Should I? Why shud I? Leave it.. Actually what happened yesterday we had some outstation guests.. who needed my PC to chat to there abroad settled daughter and son-in-law.. and so i was denied access to my own PC last night.. Rather i was also denied access to my room.. I with my little master slept in my in-laws room with my mother in law and my hubby slept in my brother -in-laws room alongwith my father-in-law..so many laws.. eeks.... I'm fed of this law word... Even my mother was fed up with this law word. Why? my father was a law graduate and in JAG branch of army . Well cut it out..
So yesterday was same regular not so happening types of day.. except for some extra cooking and night inconvenience due to the guests... But today was happening.. Rather hot and happening... Hmm... Let me gasp some breath...Wow... You got to listen this(read this). At around 2pm as our guests left for their next destination, Maa Ji went mad... and i'm lucky that I'm still alive.. How could i forget? Actually their are standing orders by Maa Ji that whenever their are guests at my place i'm not supposed to be in suits or anything.. Only Saree... But in the morning it just slipped from my mind. And for this little mistake in the morning, my evening turned into a India Pak Border... Well as usual i had to surrender... Why I give up everytime.. The two male members always seem to be enjoying our encounters.. They just keep shut and pretend like ignoring everything.. But I know, their ears are always this side listening each and every single word we utter. This is evident in future conversation as i've caught them referring to Our dialogues, which they just can't remember if they were not listening carefully...Well, how does it matter... Let them listen...
Our fights are not like tom & jerry encounters... Mostly its Maa who is speaking.. I just make a mistake of speaking when she is about to finish as if i want to say Continue- Don't Stop.. And she starts again.. I don't know why i do it.. I just do it.
Well today little master has gone off to sleep early... That means I shud also catch some sleep.. Because i'll have to get up again by 2am... Little Master... Little Master...
Before I leave, Message for the day- Just don't get married until you realise that you've lived and enjoyed your life as a single fully... It means Just don't get married... Live in and leave in
Gud Night
Piggy
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Me
Well Hi I'm Priyanka... My frens call me Piggy Chops.. No points for guessing that. Its what Priyanka Chopra is called by her frens. But then wot.. my frens decided to call me that and its very recently i came to know -why? So wot. I don think we are going to cross each other anytime in our lives.
So..... as I'm not as lucky as that Priyanka so i decided to write my own blog. Its better to write a blog than write a diary which is opened only after you've passed away. In blogging, i maintain my privacy and at the same tell the world everything bout me. I can open my heart ,here. talk bout anything and everything without fearing what the other person will think. If you think anything feel free to comment and hence advice.
Well bout me- I'm a married women from a middle class family of North India. When I say middle class -its not cause of money but its cause of mindset. They've earned enough money but mindset is yet as conservative as it was ...may be of their forefathers. Irony is i want to change things but can't.. just can't ..OMG i feel so helpless.. Helpless in todays world... In modern India -where a woman is President today.. how can i be helpless..... But yes I am.. for past six years i have been trying.. And today i find I've not moved a inch from where i had started.. they haven't changed but yes i hav changed.. Now that i'm a mother too, i jus can't help it.
My frens still call me PIggy Chops but actually this piggy has been chopped by blind and old fashioned mindset of my In laws.. I want to yell out to everybody to be careful and not get into this ... But will my voice reach to them who are bout to get married and ready to be slaughtererd by the demons of traditions and customs.
Priyanka Chopra -the original Piggy Chops must be of same age as of mine. We must have grown together dreaming big, may be at different places. To the extent, i believe my father who's in army too must be a bit senior to her father. but today- why so much difference in our two lives.. Howcome she is so successful and and i'm so unsuccessful- to the extent that i feel like giving my everything to go back by six years. As if i have too much to give. And this is when i have such a loving husband.. Its not him, its not even my in- laws who are the trouble. The trouble is in their Mindset.
Sometimes i feel either god must have flunked his MBA exams or this earth must be his one of those non profitable ventures or may be charity organisation being run by his worst subordinates. Otherwise there could not have been so much variation in the destiny of we two Piggy Chops.
What so ever, its midnight here in India and i got to wake up early in the morning. Need to take some sleep, if this little master allows me. Ok, who little master- my son who has just opened his eyes in this unforgiving world a few days back. The Bigger Master is already fast asleep. Why? The married ones must have understood and rest of wait till you get married and complete six years.
Gud night
Cya 2moroo
So..... as I'm not as lucky as that Priyanka so i decided to write my own blog. Its better to write a blog than write a diary which is opened only after you've passed away. In blogging, i maintain my privacy and at the same tell the world everything bout me. I can open my heart ,here. talk bout anything and everything without fearing what the other person will think. If you think anything feel free to comment and hence advice.
Well bout me- I'm a married women from a middle class family of North India. When I say middle class -its not cause of money but its cause of mindset. They've earned enough money but mindset is yet as conservative as it was ...may be of their forefathers. Irony is i want to change things but can't.. just can't ..OMG i feel so helpless.. Helpless in todays world... In modern India -where a woman is President today.. how can i be helpless..... But yes I am.. for past six years i have been trying.. And today i find I've not moved a inch from where i had started.. they haven't changed but yes i hav changed.. Now that i'm a mother too, i jus can't help it.
My frens still call me PIggy Chops but actually this piggy has been chopped by blind and old fashioned mindset of my In laws.. I want to yell out to everybody to be careful and not get into this ... But will my voice reach to them who are bout to get married and ready to be slaughtererd by the demons of traditions and customs.
Priyanka Chopra -the original Piggy Chops must be of same age as of mine. We must have grown together dreaming big, may be at different places. To the extent, i believe my father who's in army too must be a bit senior to her father. but today- why so much difference in our two lives.. Howcome she is so successful and and i'm so unsuccessful- to the extent that i feel like giving my everything to go back by six years. As if i have too much to give. And this is when i have such a loving husband.. Its not him, its not even my in- laws who are the trouble. The trouble is in their Mindset.
Sometimes i feel either god must have flunked his MBA exams or this earth must be his one of those non profitable ventures or may be charity organisation being run by his worst subordinates. Otherwise there could not have been so much variation in the destiny of we two Piggy Chops.
What so ever, its midnight here in India and i got to wake up early in the morning. Need to take some sleep, if this little master allows me. Ok, who little master- my son who has just opened his eyes in this unforgiving world a few days back. The Bigger Master is already fast asleep. Why? The married ones must have understood and rest of wait till you get married and complete six years.
Gud night
Cya 2moroo
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)