Inspired to Inspiring

Back in college I used to learn dance at SDIPA. Infact one of my all time personal highs in life was that I was auditioned by ‘THE’ shaimak davar during the peak of his popularity in the mid-2000s and got in 🙂 Fate also gave me the chance to be part of the troupe that went to Melbourne to perform for the closing ceremony for the CWG 2006.

The YAY moment!

                  The YAY moment!

anyway i digress…

During the 2 month long rehearsals, i interacted with a girl (ok lady!) who at that time was married and 32 yrs old. At a time when the average age of the dancers was 20, i was extremely surprised (ok shocked!) that here was a woman who was in her 30s and married and had a regular job and attended the grueling dance routines. We rarely saw her husband or saw her talk to her husband over the phone; to be honest many a times i wondered whether she was in a happy marriage. But she was sorted, calm, composed and wise and we got along very well. Somewhere inside i wished that one day i want to be her. In fact whenever we introduced ourselves to a new set of dancers, I would say ‘she is AP, she is married and 32’ and leave the new dancer spellbound 😀

Now 2 CWGs down and nearly a decade later, my dancing is restricted to the bathroom or when drunk. I needed some entertainment in life and i enrolled myself in a language class. The average age of the students is 20. On my first day, the teacher asked why I wanted to learn the language and i said my husband speaks a foreign language and i want to speak one too. The class was shocked on knowing that I am in my 30s, married and have a regular job. A few classes later a student introduced me to another student saying ‘she is AMJ, she is married and 32’ , leaving the new student spellbound 😀


Finding Mr. Darcy

(This post is the outcome of many hours spent listening to various stories abt how the ‘right guy’ is non-existent/married/taken/gay)

I missed watching a much awaited movie with a similar title but I cudnt miss Bridget Jones- Edge of Reason today…Yes I watched it from 7.15 am to 8.30 am amidst some stretching exercise, brushing, breakfasting, showering (during ad break) and changing – all in front of the telly! (My cooking Kiran and cleaning Kiran gave me the ‘Didi-is-crazier-when-Bhaiya-is-not-around’ look)

My love for Bridget is not new, I have always identified with her (‘yes I will always be little fat’) and I dont have high regard for my ‘wobbly bits’ 😉 I read Helen Fielding’s book during my ‘singleton’ days and truth to be told, it was a hilarious take on the situations some of which I had faced myself. We were both in the same situation- wondering if we will ever find Mr. Right or “end up dying alone and being found three weeks later half eaten by an Alsatian” (although I played it cool on the outside saying marriage ties me down and I am too focused on my career…blah blah blah J )

At the end of Book I, Bridget found Mr. Darcy and end of Book II, Bridget realises that Mr. Darcy is Mr. Right. My favourite scene in the movie BJ-Edge of Reason is in the end when, in front of a room full trade law analysts, Bridget confesses her willingness to be with Mark and Mark says this proposition is not the most romantic that he has heard, to which Brig says ‘may be it is romantic because it is not, just becoz there is no music playing or its not snowing, it doesn’t mean it can’t be something’. How many times in life have we faced a situation when we look at (stalk) our friends/colleagues/people-added-on-social-networking-sites-only-for-us-to-feel-jealous’ profiles and feel that there is a dearth of romance in our relationship becoz we aren’t on a European holiday or exploring molecular gastronomy or flaunting the diamonds or cars? The clumsy Ms. Jones unintentionally gives us fodder for thought…

During the course of Book II Bridget is faced with insecurities abt Mark Darcy, while Darcy is fighting his own insecurity battles. Its very interesting to see that Bridget (well aware of the fact that Darcy is an Eton-educated, successful barrister who on more than one occasion has proved to her that he will never leave her side) does not really find Mark Darcy ‘cool’/’dashing’ as Daniel Cleaver, the guy who always gets her panties in a knot but but is still irresistible only to later leave her to fend for herself when in trouble. Rather she thinks Mark is someone who is incapable of doing anything spontaneous or potentially affectionate and went to a school where they stuck a poker up his ass that he was never allowed to remove again!

I have heard my singleton girl pals talk abt how they can’t find their Mr. Right; the usual complaint being the guy just lacks chutzpah* (yaar bande mein smartness bilkul nahi hai, spark nahi hai…romantic nahi hai, just likes to talk work-like ppl of my father’s age, et al). Sometimes it also extends to wondering loudly how ‘hot-and-happening’ girls end up with ‘uncleji type’ bfs/husbands. Followed by swooning at the sight of (much married for long time) Fawad Khan, stating he is who they want to be with or his type… Darlings, what really matters is whether this man


… Sometimes Mr. Imperfect can be Mr. Right 🙂 (Colin Firth is right any day!!!)

PS: Sometimes I wonder what if Mark Darcy wasn’t played by the delicious Colin Firth, would I still adore him??….hmmmm….that’s for another time… 😉

PPS: Orkut comes to an end today….who will do fraandsheev with me!!! 😦

* Reference is made to guys who tick all the boxes for the girls, except the ‘chutzpah’

Gender Bender: What’s in a name

The Man surprised me with some Chinese takeaway for dinner some days ago (guess he learnt that dinner was khichdi that day).

Man: Couple of my friends went with me to a restaurant and we got you a take away.

Me: So what did you order? (I mostly do the ordering when we go out because i L.O.V. E. food and the Man is mostly unsure of what to order or clueless about the ingredients- read further for proof)

Man: Why don’t you open and see for self? 

I opened the boxes, saw some noodles, rice, prawns and then a dish with lots of seeds. Tasted it and i realised it was aubergine (i had never imagined aubergine in a chinese gravy..that too in India).

Me: Did you guys order me baigan??!!??!  

Man: You know I wouldn’t do that…I know u don’t eat baigan at home, why will I spend money in a restaurant on an expensive dish made of baigan!!

Me: Then what is this dish?

Man: Ooh this is not baigan….this is E.G.G.P.L.A.N.T in oyster sauce!…nice naa…

Me thunks my head on the wall A.G.A.I.N!!!




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