Well when I was little my life used to literally revolve around fishes.. As in I mean to say that as I am a Bengali girl fish is our staple food for life and by fish I don’t mean the usual fish and chips which you people get in the normal food joints or the sautéed, barbecued or grilled to perfection ones which you order in fancy restaurants, I mean the plain soupy ones which smell of a heady aroma of fish and of course home cooking/ mom cooking. Some people really feel that Bengalis a.k.a Bongs actually have fishes swimming in their blood stream which makes them so jolly and yet cool. But the strangest fact is yet to come my dear.. which is that since I have become married, which according to my mum-in-law I forget, I have actually shifted my entire base from West Bengal which is quaint little state within India which lies in the east, mostly famous for its city Kolkata/Calcutta (old) and is still named west, to the mighty state of Maharashtra which lies in the west!!
The normal food !! Barbecued prawns and mixed seafood noodles !!
Now the location shift isn’t the greatest displacement what has actually happened is that as we shifted from the east to west as the sunset time got longer and we could see more of the sun in the evening than in the morning, the food habits changed! From the abundant region of ponds and pools where the fishes thrived we have moved into a mostly drought prone area where the water is the greatest concern of the day!!! Though the bathing ritual and the washing ritual actually stays the same because we don’t actually live in water shortage yet what changes is the food habit of the people around here. THEY DETEST FISH!!
Can you believe that? Yep !! They are all vegetarians, not that I object to it !! but they object to our lifestyle of non- vegetarianism!! Now where the live and let live policy and we all should co-exist mutually??? Well I being and imaginative optimistic tend to think of the situation as shifting the royal Bengal tiger from the jungles of Sunder bans into the jungle of Gir! Now the problem is that how do you habituate to a lifestyle which was never yours to begin with right?? But then again there is something called the survival of the fittest. When the fit adapts it becomes the boss!
Potato and cheese sliders
Right so being the boss here meant becoming or transforming into the perfect Maharashtrian who loves sev-bhaji and missal paw for breakfast and lunch not in the same order. The crux of the situation now arrives that not only am I, now after almost exactly one year and six months, fond of missal poha or paw and other previously non-existent breakfast menus but I crave and love them.. I crave having these vegetarian breakfast, lunch and dinners !! Imagine a tiger going veg! Well so now the tiger has become omnivorous. While I gorge on the vegetarian delicacies within the hostel premises, we do occasionally go out to have our share of meat and fish! ‘Cause you can make a tiger adapt to vegetarian food you cannot drive the blood lust from his/her brain. Well not quite literally blood lust.. the fact remains that I am personally very respectful about others choices. I really love the fact that there are people who have chosen to move, according to them to a higher sense and opt veganism, vegetarianism. However I also believe the fact that they too should choose to be respectful towards our choice after all its just our food habit which we cannot change, and we are in no way cannibals.. The same God who has made the tiger has ultimately fashioned the lamb. So if God wants a handful variety who are you to judge us !! The fact remains we don’t judge you!!
Well , it’s been a long time since i have penned down my thoughts or rather typed them. the basic thing was marriage happened!! yes!! I’m finally married to the “love of my life” and it’s going to be almost one year into the journey. I’m away from my home, my sweet bed and as usual although the love of my life is the sweetest thing that happened to me. His family however was not especially my mother-in- law. Well yes, she is the usual kind of evil like every mother-in-laws usually are! Lucky are such brides who have experienced mum-in-laws who are just angels reborn.
In India, the country I live in, the brides after their marriage and the mum-in -laws after their son’s marriage join special kitty party groups most of the range from “How i hate my bahu (daughter-in -law) to How horrendous is your MIL. [From hence forth in the blog i will refer Mother-in-law as MIL and Daughter-in-Law as DIL ]. The war is never ending and the brides sometimes even keep on comparing with each other .. “Oh my gawd! You are so lucky .. you know when i went into my in-laws place my MIL used to treat me as a maid and made me work though out the day .. cooking 12-20 dishes gourmet style and then washing clothes, laundry and then even picking up the clothes for dry cleaning and so on ans so forth. The atrocities are appalling. Some times people tell me how lucky I am that i don’t have to stay at my in- laws place because we work in this residential school which is thankfully far far away from home. Phew!
I know I sound like I’m filled with so much negativity but such is the situation here trust me. I know i have better hopes oh you anonymous readers trusting me than my in-laws who always feel either I’m not their type or I’m up to no good. My rantings will go on and on but I don’t want to focus on this negativity I want to throw away this past and look forward into a happy life of togetherness with the love of my life now that I have finally go to be with him forever and forever.Also I will not allow any one to come in between the two loves of my life, writing and ofcourse my husband! It’s abut time that I stood up! And so shall I gracefully stand!
Shoes and Humans are similar in various ways. Even if we deliberately forget the fact that both have soles or souls in them we cannot at all miss the striking resemblance that they share with each other in the other spheres. Looking from their physical characteristics or attributes some humans like shoes are tall while others are short, some are pointy while others are flat, some people like shoes are covered while others are airy and open minded. Like humans shoes also posses their own characters. You can perfectly distinguish the character of a plain “down to earth” Kito from a high pencil heeled lady who has full of air about herself. A shoe without a sole is very difficult to wear like a human without a soul who is very difficult to fathom and deal with. Humans also resemble shoes because like shoes even the topmost powerful human is walked over by some person or another and that brings both of them at par. On a concluding note I’d like to point out that maybe this is the reason why there is even a phrase while understanding the perspective of another human being which states , “ never judge a person until you have walked a mile in their shoes “ !!!
Although its a very good morning.. i don’t feel alive because of the last night incident.. some times i really do get angry with you and at other times i feel like hugging you close to me and never letting go~
Love is when you want to pull his almost trying to grow long hair to tie a “jhuti” on his head and then laugh about how pretty he is looking just to see his grumpy face.. 😛 Love is when you forget that you swore you will like clean shaved men and accept him “bhodai-ly” even with his “jhop- jhar”.. Love is when you find even his lampost like figure cute.. Love is when you even leave delicious bou bhatz to stay back and chat with him although thatz not entirely true case 😉 itz also because I grow tired sometimes of too many outings.. then again leaving that fact aside it basically shows you agree to do anything for that awesumly rough voice you love to hear to the extent when sometimes the voice becomes cute you tell him “ei rag kore bol na “ sounds more good.. 😛 Love is when you give such stupid statuses fully knowing this will be read by all and you hope with fingers crossed people don’t read them 😛 😉