I went through an arranged marriage. Thankfully, I didn’t have to go through too many UKs (Uppittu-Kesari Bath, what it means will be explained later in this post or the next!). But I know of my friends who went through 20 or more before ending their search. In order to avoid so many UKs and to handle the whole process better here I present a few things out of my experience and my friends’ experiences. I am writing this to ensure that the shock factor, that is there while going through these UKs, is minimized. I will be glad if it helps someone out.
My father had decided to change jobs and places as well. We were moving into this new place called Mysore from Hyderabad.
I liked Mysore the minute I saw it. Those gulmohar trees along the road with their big red flowers created a very serene atmosphere. The searing heat in Hyderabad to the cool gulmohar trees was such a welcome change that I liked the place a lot.
The first thing I remember about my house in Yadavagiri 7th main is the park opposite to the house with gulmohar trees all around them. Children of my age were busy playing cricket with a few elders. It was summer holidays and schools did not reopen till two months later. So, plenty of time to play. I don’t remember doing any holiday homework ever!
My immediate target was to find myself an admission in a school nearby. CFTRI was what everyone in the neighbourhood went to and it was considered to be among the best during that time. My father did all the required form-filling (I don’t think there were many at that time) and I was called to take up a test.
DISCLAIMER: You are not about to read a review. You are about to read an article praising the music of “Sivaji – The Boss” and praising its creator Mr. A R Rahman. If you want an objective review, this ain’t the place for it. Thanks. You may continue reading now.
I don’t know what people mean when they say Rahman is not active in Tamil music industry. With one album per year he can shake the actual foundation of this industry with his mind-blowing music. Still people do some nitpicking with his instrumentation, orchestrisation, choice of singers, etc. I care two hoots about such comments because the final product from Rahman is so much above anyone I have heard in the past or in the present that all those comments sound like the rants of people-who-haven’t-been-able-to-move-on-with-life. Guys, get a break! Unwind! Sivaji is the right album to let your hair down, throw your inhibitions and just enjoy. Be the Boss! Let’s get on with it then.
And also read this first-hand experience. I think this is great and these are the kind of developments that will make technology meaningful.
PS: Any gyaan on how to embed Youtube videos into the blog? (and this is how technology can get meaningless)
UPDATE: Found useful tips here and hence the video is up!
Sriram has been found to have cold – a result of too many people carrying him and holding him, constipation – don’t know why and congested chest – some infection.
They keep this small round black bottu (dot) on the kid to keep bad vibes away – that is also causing some problems on his skin.
Suddenly, the whole world seems so unimportant.
Most elders I know cannot be practical for some reason that I cannot understand.
As long as things don’t affect me I am not bothered because those are their beliefs and they are entitled to have them. Like my friend Anand Balaji once said (A Voltairian quote), “I might not agree with what you have to say. But I will die for your right to say it”, I extend the same logic to “beliefs”. “I might not believe in what you believe. But I will die for your right to believe in what you want. Kindly keep those beliefs to yourself and don’t affect lives around you”
Here is a list of popular things I came across that clash with normal sensibility. And before I proceed, I must apologize to my friend Shastri, for once fighting with him on my sensible assumption that “there are a few of these things that actually have scientific basis”.
11:27AM | 3.3kgs | 22 inches tall
Both mother and baby are fine. Everyone is busy laying claim to who predicted a boy first!
My mobile phone is on drips now! (Charging!)
I came home to have lunch and also because more than one attendant is not allowed to be in the room. We already have my sister-in-law, mother-in-law and her co-sister (Just came to know this word doesn’t exist, but you get the point right? My F-I-L’s brother’s wife!) in there.
My wife complained of pains early in the morning today. The doctor advised us to admit her to the hospital.
She has been taken into the labour room and before going in we were told the delivery could happen anytime.
I was asked to go out and wait. This post is from the rear seat of the car in the parking lot!
Having mixed feelings right now. I am tense and feeling extremely wretched to make my wife go through these pains while waitiing to get back to be with her! And my cute little child! :)
Thanks for all the wishes in the previous post. I shall reply when time and feelings permit.
I have written about the first one here.
And now here comes the second one.
Husband is in Bangalore leaving his 9-month pregnant wife behind at Chennai with her parents. Husband is sitting with his “bhabhi” (elder brother’s sister) in the verandah of their grandfather’s house. They are having a conversation about the usual, have you decided the name? etc. etc. Then comes the question from the bhabhi.
“Ninge tension aagta illva?” (Aren’t you tense about it?)
You are checkmated. Because neither “yes” nor “no” is going to help you out. And that answer that was taught during your MBA “It depends…” doesn’t fit in here. So you are dead meat! :)