My new life!

My mom said that it is a rebirth of a girl when she gets married. She starts a new life, with new people, in a new house and with someone whom she has just started to know. A girl dons a new avatar of a wife; a daughter-in-law, etc. (read chachi, mami, bhabhi.....). She leaves her house where she has spent her infancy, her childhood, her adolescence, where she had fought with her siblings, shared her intimate secretes with cousins, argued with her parents. She cannot do this in her new home. And if she did, then it would have dire consequences. She leaves her cupboard where she keeps her clothes, she leaves her bed where she has slept for so many years, she has to abandon each and every thing and moves into somebody else’s house, his room, his closet, she’s expected to forget her life and start afresh. Some girls change without much difficulty, those who can take changes easily. But someone like me who takes a lot of time to accept the change and accommodate accordingly, it is extremely intimidating. My apprehension about marriage is making me uncomfortable. But I will make a new beginning. I will make these new people my family and the new person as an extension of my own self. Wish me luck....

Eye Candy

Today, I was travelling in Metro with my younger sister. As usual I was engrossed in the book I was carrying for my daily Metro read. Suddenly she spoke, ‘there are a lot of eye candies in the Metro. Studying in a girls’ college seldom gives you a chance to see them.’ I asked her in bafflement, ‘what’s an eye candy?’ she replied, ‘a handsome looking guy.’ I thought for a moment and looked for an eye candy in the Metro. I noticed a guy, must be in his late twenties, wearing a pair of khakis and a cream coloured striped shirt. He was wearing rimless glasses. His lean physique and academic look appealed to me. I nudged my sister and said, ‘eye candy’. She looked at me in disgust and said, ‘that’s not an eye candy’. Then she scanned the bogie in search of a prototypical eye candy (according to her) and asked me to look at an ultra mod dude wearing branded clothes and listening music on his iPod. I argued that I found that man handsome so he’s an eye candy for me. But she obstinately stuck to her definition. I didn’t argue with her, rather took a last glimpse of my eye candy and retreat to my book and thought divergent sensibilities.