Made in Heaven ! Well, almost ;)

I recently got to watch the new season of ‘Made in Heaven’ and loved the practical and pragmatic approach of the writer and director, very much like the previous season. The series perfectly explains how, we in a society of double standards, look at marriages. Also because of my own inner thoughts and ideas on marriages, I thought of writing something deep and intense. Something I have been thinking too much off late. 

I actually wanted to write in a storylike format with characters and their own views. But that would get personal :D Also the art of storytelling is missing and the intent stays alone, waiting for the perfect tone. Very soon maybe. 

Anyways,

We all believe in fairy tale weddings. Although we realise later that realities are quite different. Referring to the latest series ‘Made in Heaven’, which is a perfect example of how the nitty gritties of relations, society and complexities of human nature are actually laced very seamlessly in making of a perfect wedding- which is not so perfect BTW.

Well, in our teens, most of us, at least people of my generation were actually pretty sure of whom they wanted to marry. Because marriage, as kids, was seen as the purest of all relations( after mother child relation ) and perfect example of teamwork that we could see in our own houses. We saw our parents doing everything together, being there for each other and during those teens when our hormones peaked, biology made us really like someone and we ended up with our own Khayali pulao. Most of us ended up being with someone and in those moments of bliss: or how we call it first love, nothing else really mattered ! Those long distance calls, waiting all day to finally get to hear each other’s voices, telling each and every aspect of day: from hostel ke mess ka bura khana to singing that song in coarse husky voice, saving money to make those STD calls from telephone booths( golden era) with those sky high charges, planning every aspect of future as if its already into execution. Commitment  and assurance, promises of being there forever, and ever. It all was worth it. Well, almost !! ;) Because that’s life. And life has its own plan, no matter what your intentions are .

Some tried relaunching themselves into Dil Ka Bazaar open heartedly by exploring other possible options. They believed in moving on and for others, it was difficult. They did visualise their whole life with someone and altering it with a new person was  something they were still learning. They feared commitment and would end up friend-zoning the nearest possibilities :D

 Well, but this too has to happen at the right time. And when the marriage clock tickers, normally around late twenties, the second lot is directionless. It feels that the world around us is getting married, and probably we are all alone, fighting and surviving in jungles like Bear Grylls :) 

Cut to the D day, and the reality strikes: was that it ??All that period of heartbreak, emotional outbursts, even the biggest of impulsive decisions , that we took for love and not for love, would come to an end today with the final testimony? Well, probably yes, and we end up accepting life as it comes saying this was bound to happen, because Marriages are made in heaven. 

But are they really??? I don’t think so. All I know is that, with that time and love that your partner really deserves, and rather than looking at this as an extension of your life to creating a new life together, giving your time, sharing your dreams, talking childlike and reinventing yourself all over again, you definitely can create HEAVEN IN YOUR MARRIAGE. 

Midnight Music Musings :)

 For the love of writing , here I am :) I feel wonderful these days, for getting the privilege to do things I have always loved. Like dancing in rain like no one is watching with my kids. Writing just for the love of  it !!!  I was doing some random work and listening to songs of my era and I thought of writing about the same.

Specially when the world is dancing to the tunes of Jhumka ;) Like really ? How I miss those songs I grew up listening, and then the cute ones which accompanied in my early teens when every song was a feeling ! Like really :) And then early twenties, where heartbreak songs topped the list :P 

How music is such an important aspect of our life. It works parallel just like our own timeline. And in this age of mid life crisis, nothing new is acceptable and fails to add charm. All of us prefer living in our own times. Reason why our parents are still so connected to songs of their own generation !

Also I guess music has no language. And I can vouch for that because some of the most played songs during my stay in Chennai were in Tamil. And they are as close to my heart. Winds blowing, window seat of bus and a looong way, earphones tucked, butterflies inside, music was the biggest asset. Something that connected me to myself and to the world outside ! 

Signing off :)

 

For the joy of being 'Me' :)

 An ordinary day, same ordinary life ! Life has changed so much since I started writing this blog.

I was a carefree, an absolute carefree bird ! No responsibilities, no nuances. No reminders of setting limits. No worry of being the absolute calm and composed parent which is so unlike my free spirited and impulsive personality . Not that I don't like the role of being a parent. Sometimes its the identity crisis that gets difficult to deal with. And specially when you need to parent an equally free spirited and impulsive child, who is the king of his own life. Thanks to my younger one for keeping me on my toes though.

When I look back, I realise how important were those little moments of joy in my own life. How important were those decisions of finding joy in things I absolute believed in.  For leaving a good job and moving to a different city just because I loved coastal life and sun and beaches ! Staying near a beach even if I had to travel like 3 hours to and fro for office everyday. 

Connecting with people, kids on road, talking to them, understanding their perspectives. just  being in total self and absolute love with myself. 

Being totally responsible for my own flaws and for things that made me eccentric and beautiful in my own way. I was never an easy child to deal with, for the reasons of always standing out and choosing a different path ! 

I am a bird to the core who wants to fly as much as she can without restrictions, and yet I end up scolding my elder one for the same reasons. For being someone who believes in his own rules, and negating to follow what's told to be done !! 

This is kind of an introspective write-up . I need to understand my needs and his needs. People like us hate :  HATE being told to do things in a certain way. We want to be the creator of our own destiny. 

I guess its time for me to write a bit more, understand what I really was and let him also be what he really wants to be ! Its in the genes and going against him is like going against my own free spirited self. Which I have actually started doing a lot in these years. 

Looking forward to write more and connecting more with my inner self. One thing that made me stick to life in my gloomy times :)