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Bending Over
I have to agree with Uma, Oh! the very society which does not bother to know if you are dead or alive, makes it its mission to meddle into your peaceful existence and forces you to join the rat race in one way or the other. Everyone knows about the corporate rat race but believe me they are little match to the local PTA and kitty party and satsang babes ( as Uma defines them). Why do we HAVE to excel in everything we do, I would have loved to live a absolutely mediocre life and do what pleases me but instead I'm burdened with excelling as a wife, (tiger) mom, socialite, fab hostess, and darn it even keep my figure fab. The stress I tried to avoid is daunting me in other ways.
My friends, I gave into the 'call of duty' and joined the bandwagon of being an entrepreneur,nobody to encourage me in what I am doing ( except my family) but at least I have saved myself from these very prying eyes.
My friends, I gave into the 'call of duty' and joined the bandwagon of being an entrepreneur,nobody to encourage me in what I am doing ( except my family) but at least I have saved myself from these very prying eyes.
Ditto experience, Yamini! In retrospect, a full time, busy career seems a cake walk, compared to the exhausting life of a housewife - you are expected to attend every coffee morning, art exhibition, throw fabulous, girls only brunches, make a million phone calls .... the worst was when people started volunteering my services, on my behalf .... 'she'll help out, since she is not working now!'
And I thought you are all domestic goddesses! What got my goat today is a comment by Lord Leveson (the judge chairing the committee looking into the whole Murdoch shenanigans) when Cameron had amnesia like all his other political colleagues and was put right about his movements by his dear wife who checked her diary. And guess what the good ole' judge says? "That's the value of wives" AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
FlyingNinja:
add my "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" to yours!
Now for my something "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", a judge hearing a case of wife beating and abuse, sneered at the victim, saying she was wasting the valuable time of the courtm on "gharelu" matters & advised her to "adjust"!!!!
add my "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" to yours!
Now for my something "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", a judge hearing a case of wife beating and abuse, sneered at the victim, saying she was wasting the valuable time of the courtm on "gharelu" matters & advised her to "adjust"!!!!
Heh thank you for the shout-out :-) My wrath only extends to those women who teach or groom their kids for some sort of specific lifestyle without giving them the opportunity to make that choice for themselves, as you have :-)
That aside, 'satsang aunties' are quite hilarious. I live in a bungalow-society sort of neighbourhood, and the clubhouse is about 5m away from my home. Sometimes, early in the a.m, I can hear Bollywood music sung in the style of bhajans. So far I've heard 'Chammak Challo', 'Ainvayi Ainvayi', and 'Sheila'. What was really terrifying was a ceremony held there to mark the 13th day since somebody's death (Hindu custom) and I was generally just feeling bad for the person, was walking down the street..and I heard 'Tu toh ainvayi lut gaya' being sung. VERY loudly. My mum and I didn't know how to react :P
That aside, 'satsang aunties' are quite hilarious. I live in a bungalow-society sort of neighbourhood, and the clubhouse is about 5m away from my home. Sometimes, early in the a.m, I can hear Bollywood music sung in the style of bhajans. So far I've heard 'Chammak Challo', 'Ainvayi Ainvayi', and 'Sheila'. What was really terrifying was a ceremony held there to mark the 13th day since somebody's death (Hindu custom) and I was generally just feeling bad for the person, was walking down the street..and I heard 'Tu toh ainvayi lut gaya' being sung. VERY loudly. My mum and I didn't know how to react :P
Anuradha Santhanam: ha ha ha ha ha! that is funny! The upside is that with the proliferation of bollywood songs over the years, we will always be able to find a song to suit any situashun in life.
Anuradha Santhanam: There are many themes to the satsangs!
The soul-less chanting of bhajans to bollywood numbers .... you feel numb after a while & go into a dazed trance!
But believe me, you haven't lived life fully until you have attended a session by the 'fruit swamini'!!! There was this scary looking, orange robed Yogini (is that a word?) & she interspersed the bhajan sessions, by randomly picking up a fruit from the bowl in front of her & hurling it at someone.
The victim of the hurl, instead of crying blue murder, looked grateful & immediately went and touched Swamini Didi's feet!
Kya nazara tha! People dressed in their satsang best, with fruit smattered on their faces, gingerly rubbing the bruised areas, since our Yogini packed quite a punch!
Yours truly beat a hasty retreat, when I saw her reach for the next fruit - a hefty, prickly pineapple!
I fled singing, 'chalo bulawa aya hai, Maata nein bulaya hai!'
The soul-less chanting of bhajans to bollywood numbers .... you feel numb after a while & go into a dazed trance!
But believe me, you haven't lived life fully until you have attended a session by the 'fruit swamini'!!! There was this scary looking, orange robed Yogini (is that a word?) & she interspersed the bhajan sessions, by randomly picking up a fruit from the bowl in front of her & hurling it at someone.
The victim of the hurl, instead of crying blue murder, looked grateful & immediately went and touched Swamini Didi's feet!
Kya nazara tha! People dressed in their satsang best, with fruit smattered on their faces, gingerly rubbing the bruised areas, since our Yogini packed quite a punch!
Yours truly beat a hasty retreat, when I saw her reach for the next fruit - a hefty, prickly pineapple!
I fled singing, 'chalo bulawa aya hai, Maata nein bulaya hai!'
It would make a great sketch - a burly fruit swamini squinting and aiming a pineapple at some hapless devotees who are wiping fruit drippings off their sunday best...oh what a sight...where can i find the fruit swamini?
Impedimenta: allow me a moment to savor your name. It brings a smile to my lips and a flood of insane, Asterix related memories!
The "Fruit-ini" was last seen in Dubai, on a visit from India. No further details, because with my unceremonious exit, I am not welcome at her fruit-fest any more!
The "Fruit-ini" was last seen in Dubai, on a visit from India. No further details, because with my unceremonious exit, I am not welcome at her fruit-fest any more!
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