Much ado about I Do!

I swear I am going to plonk this answer on all the distressed aunties who ask too frequently, when I am going to get married.

"Once the baby is out & I figure out who's the daddy out of my 3 boyfriends, I will ;)

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Fair ain't Lovely

Does anyone remember the Morose Dad-Fairness Cream advertisement that used to come ages ago? Where poor daddy was upset over his dark girl (and coincidentally a born loser)? With a doomed career and no guy hitting on her, she had an awful-awful life. Until one day, when she acts super smart by mopping her face with a fairness cream and becomes a ‘Fair n Lovely’ air hostess (but factually speaking, being relatively the same dumbass that she was) and ushers her senti-mental parents to a 5 star hotel. Oh my God, such a happy ending, I feel like sobbing.

And guess what? The nation has evolved, and funnily enough now it’s the guys who are the dark-losers! But do they have to worry? Looks like they need not! Because here comes Mr. Saviour Khan, whose special formula uplifts their drowning sex appeal and viola helps them get the chick! ‘Clink’

So far so good. The only hiccup remains that for a country with a majority of dark-skinned people, the cultural idealization of light skin is full of irony!

Now, I don’t know if all rich and successful Indians have fair and squeaky-clean spotless skin. What I know is that I definitely fail to make it to the aforementioned spectrum. I ain’t fair, neither have I ever fancied to be! Now having said that, will it allow me to watch my TV peacefully for an hour without coming across at least one annoying advertisement that promises to make me a fairness queen?

And lastly, Mrs. Khan and Ms. Basu, don’t you think I should probably feel sad for both of you? For it would have been damn demoralizing and disheartening to see your man getting bitten by the fairness bug and not by your beauty skin deep.

The Happy and Sad Life.

Sometimes you just want your life to work. Is it easy? Usually not.

The black ‘n’ white, happy ‘n’ sad megalo-logics of life have significant limitations when it comes to the emotional gray area of the brain, especially of people dying with pain. Okieeeee, I wanted it to be hauntingly poignant, but looks like it didn’t come out right again.

In simple words, I am dealing with an “incurable disease” and that too gallantly. I know, writing this for the “n^th” time will not get me critical acclaim, but let me be a little immodest, since this happens to be MY blog!

Being all happy OR all sad doesn’t work for me anymore, but I am thankful and overwhelmed that I have (or trying?) to score a middle ground that works for me most of the times. To find acceptance in life is tough. Some days I don’t care. On rough days I do, when I go bumbling around, looking for something more to it than just pain.

For one who sought perfection all her life, I have been miles away from reality. But trust me, the closest thing to reality is: There’s only one life. With/without pain, perfect/darn imperfect; you got to take it or just leave it!

There are lots of things that I can’t do anymore, but a lot more that I do and couldn’t have done earlier. Life has slowed down for my age, but now I am able to breathe in the beauty of life, I ran past earlier. I can love the sick, physically challenged and old a lot lot more than before. And of course, popping in the God-damn pills! So while they continue to boost my current belief that I am the most painful one on the planet, I give them some respect in making my life a lot more tangible. May be some day, I will accept it all and find all of it normal.

The days when I am unsure about my abilities (remember the rough days?) and wonder how far I will go, I just turn back and see. I see my family, who have been generous enough to shoulder my radioactive baggage of problems and saved me the trouble of going through this all alone.

And I see the man I love. At times, I feel what should I do with him? But most of the times, I feel, what would I do without him! For He is the only one who reminds me that being a kid again is OK and that Life's one long picnic after all! "JR" has promised me beautiful babies. Pure bliss? Yes :)

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