Der aaye durust aaye

Yeah…well I hadn’t posted in ages cuz I have been busy working at another client’s office where I finished my work before the deadline, but we couldn’t obviously tell the client that in these times of recession so we bravely soldiered on for the past 2 days. Thankfully I could access Facebook for these few days but very weirdly the blogsites were blocked, so I was unable to post for sometime.

 

 

Anyway, I’m not working tomorrow…yipppeeeeeeee. Finally after 3 long months, I ‘m not working this second Saturday. And its Valentine’s Day but Arjun has to work 😦

 

 

Maybe we’l do a movie and a dinner when he gets home. Let’s see. And I was planning to wear my new LBD, but its suddenly become a little chilly again and the typical Bong that I am, I have to be all covered upso its going to be my ol’ faithful – jeans. Unless of course the temperature does rise. Anyway I’m all excited since its the first time that Arjun and me will be celebrating together (I was in Bombay in 2007 and last year Arjun’s grandfather had just passed away a couple of days prior). Of course celebrations have already begun – he’s put this lovely video with his thoughts on my Ipod for me titled as ‘To the Mrs.’

 

 

 

There are alot of people who think that V-day is just something that Archie/ Hallmark have come up with to generate sales and that its a western concept. Okay, so tell me where did we get this tradition of cuting a cake on our birthdays from? Traditionally birthdays (janamdin?) were celebrated with ‘ma ke haath ka halwa – gajar/ monng dal/ sooji – take your pick’ and maybe daan (donation) at the temple. How many of us actually do that these days? I’m wondering if Mr. Muthalik does that. I’m also wondering how Mr. Muthalik’s (Shriman Muthalik?) female relatives – his mother, sister, wife, daughter, aunts etc. tolerate him and his ilk. They should all simply gherao, colour his face black and garland him with a joote ka maala (garland of shoes) and parade him around the town on a donkey. Hey that’s the traditional way of punishing someone socially. Going to pubs and beating up people is not traditional. That Shriman Muthalik is called goondagardi in plain and simple language.

 

 

Beating up women – hmm now that’s a tradition in our country. Women have been beaten up for dowry, for being a woman, because their husband/ father/ brother had a lack in life etc etc. Is that the kind of tradition that Mr. Muthalik wants to maintain?

 

 

 

So Mr. Muthalik, enjoy all the pink chaddis – decorate your office and your house with them and remember you men will never be able to cow us women down. I am a loose and fast woman – yes I enjoy my drink and I enjoy meeting my friends for a drink after work once in a while. I also eat non-vegetarian food. My husband is proud of me and my father-in-law makes my drink once in a while. My brother-in-law tells me to try a Mojito and my brother has tried in vain to convince me to try a beer (which I don’t drink simply because I don’t like the smell). Oh and my dad was the first to make me a drink while my sister and her best friend got me drunk for the first time in college since they wanted me to know what to do when I am drunk. I have downed vodka shots with one senior and polished off half a bottle of wine (red in case your interested) with another senior.

 

 

Mr. Muthalik – grow up. Our country has many many more issues to think about then why do women drink. Women are not the ones who drink and then go beat up their husbands by the way, bu women have definitely led enough and more drives against liquor.

 

 

Oh and thanks for the sari, though I haven’t gotten mine yet.