Swami Manu ji

To the Custodians of Manu Smriti,

The last bastions of society are being challenged. Yesterday, my eyes popped, you know me a mommy to the core, an article in one of the leading magazines writes about women increasingly not wanting to procreate, you know have those cuddly whoosh babies that smell sweet n nice and you want to just hug them and inhale that fragrance that is undeniably theirs.

 Women increasingly of the younger generation you know the thirty something don’t want to have children because they are expensive. Expensive, my foot! Imagine if your parents had thought in this fashion and had decided you are too expensive. All those XY chromosomes gone in waste!

Expensive is dining out, expensive that little gizmo you want, expensive are those earrings you want to buy with an Emi of 2643 /. When did you become so shallow Ms. Pinky or Shalu? And for one-minute just think how do you put a value on human life? So what’s your monetary value, did you pay back your parents? If you are a generation of change, what is this change about?

Swami ji, I read that women think that if they are bored or lonely they will go on Skype, twitter or just blog or go on Facebook. For logical reasons, I agree it’s a personal choice but this trend disturbs me. Call me old fashioned but one needs to follow nature; yes control the population rate, the imbalance and all.

I think I have found the next big thing; I am going to invent an app called virtual motherhood or virtual babies and so forth like a Sims City but the whole process!

Ladies, you are in for a shock if you think an app or this virtual world will ever give you a hug or wipe your tears away. Yes, they give you tears, tension, grey hair, stress, worrying sleepless nights but who said life was easy? It cannot be controlled , it cannot be put into orderly flowcharts nor can it be confined to be orderly . Its messy and downright dirty but the beauty lies in seeing the rainbows and the sparkle! Manu ji , give these naris some gyaan ! ( Anyways, sadhus do a roaring business here, come back please …)

The First Drop of Rain

The first drop of rain

Punjab or specifically we had our first sandstorm; you know the kind they love to talk about. The one where everything flies, windows rattle, doors creak slam and shut and every little scrap of garbage that has been dotting the landscape flies around round and round along with millions, gazillions particles of sand like a vortex. Oh, I know it’s a housewife’s nightmare and one is left with the cleaning up and dusting and wiping and getting rid of all those branches, leaves but for one moment stop and just go with the flow

I did.

It is beautiful, the drop in temperature, the clear wind after watching the storm and the fresh fresh air. It’s like I’ve been re-programmed after days of intense heat and sweating like a you know what. On second thoughts, do women sweat or perspire?

Well, it was exhilarating. A ride out with the kiddos in an open jeep and just soaking in the real world. I am not being a tourist nor am I selling anything here nor am I a preacher. Just for one moment look up from the virtual life we have built ourselves, the endless texting, whatsapp (the next frontier), FB or just being glued to television. To discover the joys of just being out, sThe first drop of rain

Punjab or specifically we had our first sandstorm; you know the kind they love to talk about. The one where everything flies, windows rattle, doors creak slam and shut and every little scrap of garbage that has been dotting the landscape flies around round and round along with millions, gazillions particles of sand like a vortex. Oh, I know it’s a housewife’s nightmare and one is left with the cleaning up and dusting and wiping and getting rid of all those branches, leaves but for one moment stop and just go with the flow

I did.

It is beautiful, the drop in temperature, the clear wind after watching the storm and the fresh fresh air. It’s like I’ve been re-programmed after days of intense heat and sweating like a you know what. On second thoughts, do women sweat or perspire?

Well, it was exhilarating. A ride out with the kiddos in an open jeep and just soaking in the real world. I am not being a tourist nor am I selling anything here nor am I a preacher. Just for one moment look up from the virtual life we have built ourselves, the endless texting, whatsapp (the next frontier), FB or just being glued to television. To discover the joys of just being out, smelling the first drop of rain on the parched earth is priceless. Nobody till now has been able to bottle this, nor can any flower’s essence replicate this true feeling that just makes one alive, and conjoins one to Mother earth her bounty and Nature like an Umbilical chord.

I strongly recommend all of you to just get out and enjoy the real world rather than sit and watch the next program on Discovery Channel. Go ahead, discover yourself in the open , right now. Sometimes all we need is that one perfect moment to let all the clouds of darkness fly away , and make everything clear . For me, it was the first drop of rain today that blew away the clouds of lethargy and gloom. Life will be the same, and we will again get involved in the fight to choose which leader will lead us to a more stable economic future. It never stops , no one till now has been able to seize time and make it stop but for me , it was Carpe Diem..

Gather the rosebuds while ye can , and yes take out time to smell the roses when you can before we might see the next specie in a laboratory what with the scientists developing a thorn less rose.

Imaginemelling the first drop of rain on the parched earth is priceless. Nobody till now has been able to bottle this, nor can any flower’s essence replicate this true feeling that just makes one alive, and conjoins one to Mother earth her bounty and Nature like an Umbilical chord.

I strongly recommend all of you to just get out and enjoy the real world rather than sit and watch the next program on Discovery Channel. Go ahead, discover yourself in the open , right now. Sometimes all we need is that one perfect moment to let all the clouds of darkness fly away , and make everything clear . For me, it was the first drop of rain today that blew away the clouds of lethargy and gloom. Life will be the same, and we will again get involved in the fight to choose which leader will lead us to a more stable economic future. It never stops , no one till now has been able to seize time and make it stop but for me , it was Carpe Diem..

Gather the rosebuds while ye can , and yes take out time to smell the roses when you can before we might see the next specie in a laboratory what with the scientists developing a thorn less rose.

Imagine 

Sannu Ki

Sannu Ki.

Sannu Ki is a common Punjabi way of finishing a conversation. It is also the nonchalant way of being indifferent to anything happening around one, but being so bothered about that you itch, talk gossip and bitch about it!

Every little, big incident happening in Punjab is summed up as Sannu Ki.

In fact, today morning when I asked my village’s government teachers what about the books issued (that are all wrong or have explicit content); he coolly said, Ki farak Painda hai, the kids anyway study through guides. We can’t fail them, can’t punish them, in fact to the extent we have to go to their homes to mark their attendance and cajole them to come and attend their examinations. Thus, Sannu ki.

Scandals, big or small, earthed, unearthed by investigative journalists all are for a small percent of the population. The aam adami that lives in the city, town, village or the taluka is not bothered. What does it matter to him whether the practical books of geography have the right map or not?

On a larger scale what the villager is worried in this heat is electricity and power for a few hours, to till and water his small portion of land.

Sannu ki, is also applicable to the ooh society girls and the page 3 babes, everything that happens in the world doesn’t affect them. For them, it is indifference to the world and to do “aish” and let the world go for a hike…they are more bothered by the new Gucci bamboo shades and which neon colored nail polish to buy.

What is happening? Why are we all changing into indifferent individuals? Where has the compassion gone? In fact, even I thought of giving up my work, because I thought why do these, they don’t care, the village people are taking advantage of naivety, my gullible nature and me.

Then, I realized that Punjab and its nature are seeped in to me but maybe I am an Indian first so Lago Raho Munna bhai is aptly what needs to be done.

Gandhism is not old fashioned, in fact it is the fashion of the times.

An appeal is that at least lets adopt Bollywood and maybe , maybe we might not need the Martians to come and save us , but you never know there is a chance that we might change the Martians.

Hoping the best .