Hold my hand..

Hold on.. till eternity!

Okay so, the one month anniversary of being married came and went.
So did the New Year.
The set of responsibilities and the change over from being the Delhi ki kudi to being Mumbai chi polgi is also taking up a chunk of my time.

But in midst of all the madness and all the arguments, there is something that calms and soothes and makes me smile, gets me at peace and above all makes it really tough for me to come to office each morning.

There is some magic, I don't know what it is, but the fact of the matter is that the knowledge of the fact that I can reach out at night and give my hubby a hug or for that matter slept off while he is still awake and next morning I find myself in his arms (and him snoring away in my ears.. :P).

I remember a certain skeptic (an ex-blogger) who had doubts about everything, especially the institution of marriage. He had often said in his blogs that marriage is not about getting up each morning and kissing with a foul mouth and morning breath. And once the phase of kissing with morning breath is over, the real deal begins.
The same person had also told me (during the worst phase of my relationship with the Hubby) that once a relationship is cracked, it very hard to smooth over the wrinkles and the knot remains.

And all I have to say to all of this is, that each relationship and each phase of life has its own set of ups and downs and there is nothing that one can do, because unless there is down, we will never learn to appreciate the ups of life.
We all have the propensity to rebel to, to disagree to certain things in life. When younger, we rebelled the Cinderella timings, when in office, then their stupid rules (like I got to know in Reliance you can't take non-veg in your lunch box) and when in a relationship of that off a Man & Wife, you share much more than just your physical beings. It is a deal for your entire life and that makes it even more special.

What I really want to say is that, in the newest phase of my life, I am still trying find myself a foothold. I am still trying to stabilize.. and I am really lucky to have someone like my darling Hubby, guiding me through the rough terrain.
The morning breath can really go to hell, the urge to hug him and kiss him the first thing in the morning is what makes the rest of the day.. BEAutiful!! 

The official round up of the YEAR 2012: Part I

And we are back to the end of a very eventful year.
It is unbelievable that 2012 is coming to an end. Do I want this year to end?
I don't think so.
As a matter of fact, if given a chance, I would like to rewind the year, and just stop time right say, in January. But like they say, time waits for none, the year has passed and a new one awaits.

This year was about... Weddings

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Trust me, it was just about Weddings (yes in plural). I got married. One of the best friend got married. The other best friend, P, has finally broken her silence at home and told her parents about her intentions to get married to her long time boyfriend.
There were 5 others apart from me in office (Delhi office) and at least two to three others (in Mumbai office) who got married this year.
There were other acquaintances and mostly 50 odd percent of my facebook friend list that got married.
So, if I say that this year was about weddings, it sure was.

Starting January itself, when we (as in the family) had come to attend a cousin's wedding and fix mine up, all we talked about the entire year till I got married (which was the fag end of the year) was clothes, jewelry, decorations, dances and food. Not only for my wedding but also discussed about same for the cousins and the friends weddings.
I have never looked at so many clothes in my entire life. Each dress, saree, suit was looked at with a critical eye, and it was wondered if at all the same could be replicated to suit our needs.
Each weekend was a shopping trip to one market or the other, and if not shopping, then dance practices, and if not either, then there were the trips to tailor or P that were scheduled.

Looking back, I am cherishing each and every day of the preparations and fights and the arguments. I think one of the best lessons that I learnt in all of the hoo hopla was that;

However hard you try, however much time you have in your hands, you are always running around at the last minute trying put the details together.  

I am back !!!

The sabbatical has been a little too long it seems.
But, life has changed.

There is this HUGE wedding post that is still due, and trust me I am working on it. And, I shall put it up soon.
I am in Mumbai and I have rejoined work. From the awkwardness of the first day to four days later, things are easing out a little at work. And, we are in midst of shifting houses. There is just too much happening and most of it, is a first for me, including the whole "being married".

The "Rings" (A lil teaser for you all ;))

And, the trend that the hubby and I follow, means that there was no "honeymoon period", even though there was a "Honeymoon". We are already having the arguments about the attitude adjustments and things to be done, how to be done.. etc. The good part being, that, we both are also following the rule of "Not going to bed angry" . 
Whilst we are taking each day at a time, I think, I have come realize that there is nobody else in this world who can make me feel more secure about me being me, and in the middle of the night, every night, I have woken up to find myself cuddled and in case I ain't, I take the initiative and go cuddle :).

Things do go awry, and we both are drawing strength from being with each other. Even though we argue like crazy, there is nothing in this world that can take away the feeling of getting up each morning in his arms.


I really hope that the festive month is treating you all fine and that spirit of Christmas is getting you all in the groove of welcoming the new year.
I am going to do the round up of the entire year and lessons that I have learnt.. and things that I want share with you.
Till, then- Merry Christmas, and please welcome me back :D 

Sweet November..

Sweetness, yet to come.
Sweetest, when I start the newest journey, with You..

November is here. So are the nerves. Soon, life shall change.
Of course, I will keep you all posted.. but after a nice long break.

See you on the other side of being married! 

For the Fiance

I love this song.. the lyrics are beautiful. Essentially, this song elaborates on the theory of "Love is always Enough".







There is this line in the song that says..
"Pyaar ke sikkon se..mahine kharcha chale..."

You know, I loved this movie too. It was a love story. I had to love it. But, more so, I connected with it. I too yearn us to be one of those couples who die in each other's arms. I think, that would be a life well lived. One with no regrets.
I am not shy of saying, that even though we have been dating well over 7 years, I have just grown to love you more. Never less. Somehow it is hard to imagine the last so many years without you being a part of it. I wonder where I would have been. But then, I stop, because, that is worthless exercise. Life without you is nothing short of incomplete.

So, as we move into the last phase before the biggest day of our lives, I want to dedicate this song to you.. hoping that within the realms of reality of running a married life, we don't forget the innocence of the True Love that we carried within us this far...

I love you!

Anxiety Struck

Here is a tip (which I have repeated often) and I am repeating again... 

It is mostly fun to plan other people's wedding and when it is time for your own, be smart, take the easy route. Court Marriage. 

Every morning I get up with a confident smile, and repeat the fact, that everything will take shape in due course of time. 

BUT- Every little thing, unnerves me. A phone call about the cards going awry.. or that there are still things that need to be worked out, and are not being worked out.. for any or every reason whatsoever, and wham- I am unnerved. I am anxiety struck. 

It is just amazing. How every little thing- magnifies, because it is related to the wedding. 

Poor Fiance , he is at the receiving end of all my rants and in the end, we have a fight over something stupid. 

The not getting adequate sleep obviously adds fuel to fire. 

Basically- I have no idea why this post is up.  

Somewhere in the 60's

Whilst the 90's were carefree, 80's bought in the panic that I really did not realise would come, considering we had (or so we thought) ample amount of time to get things organized.

And during the 70's, or some part of those days, bf .. oops fiance was here in Delhi. So we had a week full of dinners, and lunches, and loads loads and loads of shopping! In the last so many years, he and I have never shopped in the quantum that we shopped for during the week that he was here.

The clothes seem to be a never ending process. The moment you think that you have things under control, something new manages to pop up. I am still amazed at the fact that I am going to pack up my entire life or the 26 years of it in three bags (large, medium and small) and start a new.

And now that we are in the 60's , I am anxiety ridden. All of a sudden, I feel that we have wasted so much time in making the lists and nothing really has been done.  Obviously, the world, including the Fiance thinks otherwise.
To add to my panic, I have one of the other best friend getting married, and his engagement is happening like in 10 days and I am getting his dance performances prepared, so in between trying to organizing everything for my wedding to helping him out, I think that I have the right to be super stressed.

The office has become an escape. Especially on days when I have no time to breathe at all. There are new girls in office, similar age as mine, and who are amongst other things not fake and are genuine warm souls. One of them is still in her first year of marriage, and trust her to give me all the tips. About everything that matters. From what to talk, to how to behave.. it is very interesting to know about how you change after marriage. Oh, I need to name her.. "MAG". So MAG one day told me, that do whatever, when you come back home the next morning for the "Pag Feras", you will be a grown up. Just like that.
That obviously scares the shit out of me. But, then, eventually, that was to happen.
Any ways, with the amount of "Tips & Tricks" that I have been getting for the wedding and the life thereafter, I can write a book about it. I will definitely blog about it, when I get the time to!

I have to apologise for my intermittent presence on the blogosphere. I really am lacking time. The mandatory birthday post also couldn't be put up.
So I'll just put it here.. Fiance was here for the Birthday. Fiance, BFF, the other Best Friend, Cousins and sister gave me a midnight surprise.. followed by breakfast with the best friend and the cousin; lunch was with the Fiance and dinner with the family. The most memorable part of the birthday was Fiance being around me "officially" :)

So here I am. 26 years. Getting married in 2 months and absolutely lost about the ways of the world.

PS: A 12 year old poet is on blogospehere.. his blog is called SirRhymesAlot. Go have a dekko and leave the budding poet a word or two of encouragement :)

Miss me.. till I post next :D 

On the 99th Day

I want to thank all of you for the wishes.. this day bought with it the experience of being away from the current family.
There was a "Family Kitty", which randomly resumed after 5 odd years.. just like that. So, since in the last 5 years there have additions to the "khandaan", that was- This was supposed to be a huge kitty.. we had the newly wed couple, and the little 6 month old niece of my cousin... and I decided to stay back.

To see, the pangs that I would eventually get, because I know I wont be a part of "All" family events that will happen. Surprisingly, I just had pizza for comforting myself, and kept my thoughts positive. I got to know that the newly weds were there and so was the 6 month old niece.. and normally my parents would.. but no one told me.. that the family was asking about me ... sort of disheartening.. made me wonder, if they did not ask about me, or my parents forgot to mention that it to me.

It is such a confusing time for a girl, to feel excited about the new life, and at the same time, realizing each day that her time with her family and parents is shortened.
Taking each day as it comes.. deciphering the feelings.. that pull me apart.. questions my sanity.. but also teaches me perseverance.. each day. 

As we go from 100 to 99...

Have you ever count down to something that you have been looking forward to?
Have you EVER anticipated the time that elapses.. about how much of that thing.. that day will change your life? And, how!

I wanted to write a long elaborate post... but really, all I have to say is that...
Shayon & I are getting married.
In November. This year.

And, life has been enough of a roller coaster, and in 100 more days, my entire entity of my being will change, and while I look forward to the marriage in the wedding... I am also trying to hold on to each moment with my parents... my family...

Shayon and I need all the blessings that we can to start the newest phase of our lives..