May 29, 2011

Wanna Make A Fraandship - Part II

I know the female to male ratio in our country is really bad....but that shouldn't mean that (some) men just hit on women in the cheesiest way possible!! After my first attack on random men adding random girls on Facebook, I thought, the entire community would've banned me, but to my surprise, they had not. Looking at the amount of friend requests I get b(modesty be damned!), I think I should put on 8 inches of heels and walk into the Miss India contest!!! I'm hot property...or so it seems!! Here is a new list of the friend requests that I've received in the past couple of days....

I am xxx with you. I want to make a good friendship with you.
I am from Uttar Pradesh. Right now i am in Dubai. I am working hear as a Supervisor. Can you call me please on my
So, it seems, he's not xxx to others! And he thinks people in India would actually spend money in giving him international calls to Dubai!! Some people need to get out of their self love!

how u doing.....
Shall we be fb friends??? Cute smile. 
One more of those!!

Hi Friend i am searching a good friend u like to friendship with me .... replay me i am waiting for your responss

hi thr dear i jus came across ur profile,nice pic!! had u as a frnd suggestion, thght id ask u 1st b4 addin nna b frnz?? wt say?
If I were to add all my friend suggestions, I would have more than 2000 friends on Facebook!

hii u lokng so good
hi u have a cute smile ur eyes do talk a lot abt u miss naughty perfect eye brows love ur eye lashes, sharp features would like to pull those chubby cheeks lol lovely forehead i like the way u carry urself love ur hairstyle,sunglass u are wearing u make it look good ,earrings u are wearing u make it look good ,top or outfit u are wearing u make it look good ,jeans u are wearing u make it look good ,makeup u are wearing on ur face u make it look good ,lipstick color u are wearing on ur lips u make it look good ,whatever u wear wther any outfit or western outfit with or without accessories footwear u make it look good 
If you left reading it midway, please go back and read it again. It is totally worth it!! Trust me!

would like to know more abt u
would u be interested in modelling
I told you, I have Miss India potential!

hiee... DeaR Can We Be frndsS...????
hi gud evening i dont know u but u will bcome mi frnd?
Me became mah....but since when did it become mi??

hi... came across ya profile randomly... realised u an mba student as well.
Yes, it is a Mumbai University rule that all MBA students should be Facebook friends!!

May 6, 2011

What's In A Name - Short Story - Part Three

The next day Simi dragged me along with her to a salon because she wanted a haircut.

“Why do I have to come along? I don’t want a haircut. I want to sleep!”, I complained

“Shut up you lazy ass. You’re coming with me because you’re not being given an option! Come on! Who’s gonna tell me if the haircut suits me or not? I always used to come with you…..”

“Fine! I hate best friends! Bloody blackmailers!!, I gave in. I accompanied her to the salon and sat there reading Bridal magazines! Somehow they brought a smile to my face.

“I’m feeling very bad re. You’re sitting alone…. Why don’t you get a haircut too?”, Simi said while her hair was being shampooed.

“I don’t want a haircut”, I said. “I’m happy with mine and besides Dhru…” I stopped in my tracks before finishing the sentence.

“Besides what…?”

“Besides I haven’t washed my hair”, I lied and tried to control the blush and smile on my face

“Stop blushing!”, she said. I was right, she’s God! She knows everything!

“Nothing yaar”, I said coyly

“Just spit it out”, she said, losing her patience.

“Dhruvesh is not as bad as I presumed him to be. In fact, he’s really nice”, I smiled immersing my face in the magazine I was flipping through.

“Finally!! Thank God! I told you he’s nice!”

“Yeah I know. He said he likes my hair and I shouldn’t cut my hair…. So…”

“Oh my God! I don’t believe this! Trust me! It took just one dinner for this! Shit, someone should’ve recorded the dinner!! Why didn’t I give you a lecture before 
your honeymoon? God, I hate myself!”

“Don’t hate yourself. If I am blushing today, the reason is your lecture”, I said. She got up with lathered hair and hugged me. And then urged me to get a haircut too. Just some layers.

“Hey”, Dhruvesh said when he called me while I was still at the salon, getting a haircut

“Hi”, I said.

“I got tickets for Shor in the City… I hope it’s ok with you… it is at 6.30 at Juhu PVR”

“Ok! So, you’re leaving early from office?”, I asked

“Yes. And I have told Mom that my Boss has invited you and me for dinner that’s why we won’t come to Pushpa Aunt’s dinner. Maintain the same story!”

“You lied! That’s bad!!”, I teased him

“Ok, you be the good bahu and go for the dinner. I’ll go for the movie alone”, he teased me in return

“I’ll save you the misery of watching the movie alone…. I’ll come with you!”, I smiled.

“And now people have started talking in hushed voices”, Simi laughed.


I met Dhruvesh directly at the theatre. He was 20 minutes late.

“You’re 20 minutes late”, I complained when he came.

“Traffic” and then he gave the classic I’m-late excuse one gives in Mumbai to which there’s just no counter argument!

“I hate waiting!!”, I screamed.

“But you don’t mind making people wait!”, he smiled slyly.

“I… ummm”, I understood what he was referring to. And to that, I didn’t have an answer to.

“I was just joking. You had a haircut?”, he said noticing my haircut

“Yeah… it’s just layers, I didn’t cut the length. Actually, I didn’t want to… but Simi… you know she forced me…. I told her that I don’t ….”

“Payal, it is ok! It looks good on you”, he assured me.

“You told me you didn’t want me to cut my hair… but…I don’t know how I agreed..”, I defended myself.

“It seriously looks good on you.” He said keeping his hand on my head and ruffling my side flicks. He held my hand and guided me to the screen. We held hands even while watching the movie.

“Your hair smells great. “, he said playing with my hair.

“They’re washed like an hour back!”, I said looking into his eyes.

“I know”, he said kissing my forehead.

 I put my hand around his arm and kept my head on his shoulder. He rest his head on my head. We kept on talking in whispers and giggling. The giggling changed to a kiss on my nose and then a kiss on the lips! And I couldn’t believe that my first kiss with my husband happened in a packed movie theatre and not in the privacy of a room in Maldives! And yes, I didn’t know what was going on in the movie after that.

They say everything changes after your first kiss and they are right. I just started liking him yesterday and after the kiss today, I think I’m falling in love with him! So much so that now I can’t take his name not because I don’t like it, but because I just genuinely not able to!


I know I had promised that this would be a three part series. But due to popular demand, I'm writing more on this story! Hope you'll like it!

P.S : This chapter was dedicated to the movie Socha Na Tha (I was watching it while writing this).... the cutest movie on arranged marriages! 

May 3, 2011

Short Story - Part II

This is the second part of the story that I had started some time back. Read the first part here.

It had been two days since I came back from my one week long Honeymoon to Maldives. It was Dhruvesh’s surprise for me. Before our marriage, he had once asked me if I would like beaches or mountains, and I picked beaches. Beaches meant Maldives. Simi had come to meet me at my ‘new’ home for the first time and she was visibly excited about my Honeymoon too.

“So, how was it?”, Simi asked in her excitement.
“It was good. Maldives is a nice place. Their beaches are better than ours”, I replied
“Fuck Maldives, how was your honeymoon??So what did you do huh? Come on give me all the details!”, she asked.
“Honeymoon was good”, I replied choosing my words very carefully.
“Did you do anything or no?”, Simi asked, visibly irritated with me. I just looked out of the window. She turned my face to face hers and asked me again, “A kiss at least?”And I turned my face again to continue staring outside the window
“What is wrong with you?”, she fumed
“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with everyone? I can’t sleep with a guy whom I just know for a little over one month! Is that my fault? No, I don’t think so!”, I exhaled and removed all the pent up frustration I had in me for the past one week.
“You’re still not happy with him?”, she asked and I continued looking out of the window, but with this question, tears came rolling down my cheeks. “Why did you marry him then?”
“I didn’t have an option”
“Bullshit! You always had an option, you just chose not to stand up for yourself and exercise the option! You could’ve put your foot down the minute things started getting finalised saying this is not the guy you wanted. Your parents would’ve tried convincing you, but never force you! Instead of telling me one night before the wedding, you could’ve told your Mom about it. Calling off your wedding one night prior to it is better than calling it off after the honeymoon!”
With that, I couldn’t control my tears. I hugged her and cried as much as I cried during my bidaai after the wedding.
“You know what Payal, the problem is not Dhruvesh. The problem is that you don’t even want to give him one fair chance. He could be the guy you wanted. You won’t know if you don’t allow him to show it to you. He deserves at least that much! Come on! That guy didn’t even get to touch his wife on his Honeymoon!” And with that, I wiped my tears and smiled. “ You know, Payal, life is about making compromises. And some of them are really beautiful compromises. But you get to know them only with time. Life is not a Bollywood movie. It comes nowhere close to it. Accept it. Your love story could be beautiful, if you let it bloom. And if you do let it bloom, it will not be like the ones shown in movies!”
“I know life is not a Bollywood movie but”
“See, ‘But’ is a conjunction…. You join two sentences with it. You can’t ever end one with it. Think about what I said. It’ll make a lot of sense only if you want it to make sense to you”, she said. That hit the nail. She was right. I was way too rigid and I refused to bow down. I just simply refused to even think that maybe, even after all the things about Dhruvesh that I didn’t like, there might be something that I might just like. Whichever ways, it wasn’t like I had any other option but to like him.
“Maybe you’re right. I just have never given him a chance … and I needed someone to drill it into me.”
“Hmm. Good. So what did you tell him for not you know…..”
“One night he was trying to you know get close and stuff, so I told him very politely that I need some time to get comfortable with him…. And I think he understood. He didn’t try after that night”
“He respected your decision. That was a sweet thing to do. And I’ll also tell you one thing. Take time to get comfortable with him but don’t take so long that he runs out of patience and you know has an affair or something!!”
“Really?”, I asked, flummoxed.
“I know you were born at night, but didn’t know that it was last night!! Dude, you seem to have forgotten all the men gyaan we gathered through our teenage!!”
“My mind’s just not working. I don’t know what I am doing in life”
“Oh your life… you’re not doing anything much. You’re just ruining it, that’s it!”
“Fine! I’m listening to your advice! Save the sarcasm now!”, I replied.
I felt really good after I got the pasting from Simi. I think I really needed it. I thought I’d call him for a change today and ask if he would like to go out for dinner. He agreed and we went to dinner. At the dinner, I realised that he wasn’t as bad as I was assuming him to be. He was interesting to talk to. He was funny at times, sarcastic sometimes and he could make me smile. I realised that I liked talking to him too. But it just wasn’t in the language I wanted. After dinner, we went to Marine Drive for a walk and talk some more before we went home. We had just started opening up to each other.
“The city looks so amazing here na”, he said.
“Yeah. It’s beautiful. I used to come here with my college friends. It used to be so much fun with them!!”, I answered.
“I don’t want to go to dinner at Pushpa Aunt’s place tomorrow! It is going to be so boring!”, he said, talking smaller steps to be able to keep pace with me.
“Same here! Can we not go? Please!!”, I urged. “Let us both go out for dinner instead. And probably a movie too”, I said. I wouldn’t have imagined myself saying this 24 hours back!
Dhruvesh just looked at me and smiled probably wondering what had gotten into me. “Ok.”
“It is like role reversal now! Earlier I was hardly talking, and now you are hardly talking!!”, I said.
“It’s not that I’m complaining, but just wondering what has suddenly happened to you!”
“I told you, I just needed some time”, I lied because I didn’t want him to know how shallow his wife is.
“I understand”, he smiled.
“Thank you for being so understanding and so patient with me.”, I said
“That’s ok! It’s not a big deal. People take time to adjust to new situations. And besides, you really didn’t have time”, he quipped
“You didn’t have time either!”, I replied. He just smiled. “What is the smile for? You too didn’t have time to get adjusted with me”, I asked, perplexed with his smile.
“Anyways, when are you resuming work?”, he asked me.
“I still have three more weeks”
“That’s a real big holiday you got from office!”, he said.
“I know! I was lucky. I was thinking of quitting work”
“Why? You said you love your job na”
“Yeah, I love my job…. But I don’t know I was just thinking that probably I’ll just stay home…..”
“You want to be a housewife?”
“Kind of!”
“And waste all that talent that you have? You’re not getting to do that! You’re working and not staying home doing nothing!”
“I don’t think I can manage home and office all together….”, I said.
“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry. And besides Mom is there na. You don’t have to run an entire house by yourself! Don’t even get this thought again. You’re working until you genuinely get bored of it. I don’t want you to waste your talent.”
“Thanks”, I looked at him and smiled. I felt it was a big thing for him to do…. To let me work. I know of many of my cousins who stopped working because their husbands didn’t approve of it. Simi was really right when she said that Dhruvesh wasn’t that bad!
“Your job has made you who you are today. I don’t want you to lose your identity only because your surname has changed”
“I am really lucky to have such a supportive husband”, I said and meant every word that I spoke.
“Being supportive is just a polite way of saying ‘I don’t mind the extra income coming home!’”, he laughed. I laughed too. While walking our hands clashed and he let them touch. The touching later progressed to our fingers intertwining with each other’s and walking holding hands.
“I love your hair. Don’t ever think about cutting them!”, he spoke after some time, putting a strand of my hair behind my ears.
“So, now you’ve stated giving me orders!”, I joked. “And I thought you were all supportive and understanding”. I said and he laughed.
“You should get a taste of both!” and with that I smiled.

We left for home after some time. And I put my hands on his shoulders while sitting on the bike  with him. It felt good. Simi was God! She knew everything!! I liked the first set of physical contact that I had with him. It was romantic yet subtle. Not over the top like how it is in movies!! 

There were no roses, no candle light dinner, no moon lit stroll on the beach, but still, it was the most romantic evening that I had. Street food for dinner, a walk with honking horns for background music and so much to talk!