Relationships. They can be so messy. Two people, two minds, two different points of view. One direction, and so many ways to get there. Question is - how much of yourself are you willing to let go, how much are you willing to give up of your views? Change?

The ones that truly last require a totally different bent of mind. What it all really comes down to is that you have got to be willing to bend over, and stack up. You have got to be a spoon.

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Tell me something - what are the chances of walking in on an intruder who has parked his arse completely in your car?

Pretty good I would say after last night’s incident.

It must have been around 10 pm when I touched Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport in Andheri to receive my sister in-law and her kids who had been vacationing in Dubai for the past couple of weeks.

There I met up with mum who had come along with our driver in the other car. Since they were carrying excess luggage, we decided to take two separate cars just in case. By 10.30 ish, they were out and after a typical desi welcome (minus the garlands) we headed towards to the car-park area.

Mum and my 3 year-old niece went ahead with the driver whereas sis-in-law, 6-year- old nephew and I headed towards my Santro which was parked quite a few blocks away from the other car. Busy chit-chatting with my nephew basically enquiring on the number of Dunkin Donuts he’d managed to gobble up during his trip , we were soon a few steps away from our car.

And that’s when I saw it – a blurry figure rifling through things in the backseat of my car. For a second I thought it was a mirage of some sort, a man simply standing behind my car going through his own stuff. But when I saw my tiffin bag in his hand, it hit me, ‘Fuck this is my shit’.

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For the first time in your life, here is a chance to be yourself. Finally you don’t have a peer group that tells you what you ought to be doing now. You are not married at 25. This automatically means, you don’t have to have a kid at 27, buy a house at 28 and have a second kid at 30. […]

So, your parents and peer group are aghast and keep asking you when your ‘real’ life is going to start. Maybe it is time to turn around and say that this is your real life and it does sound more interesting at times. […] [Link]

Beautiful. Almost dream-like, isn’t it? Only problem, it is freaking dream-like.

Now don’t get me wrong; my rant has nothing to do with the author’s thoughts (as a matter of fact I think these are very encouraging words) but instead it’s targeted at instigated by our society’s takyanusi khayalats (primitive notions). Especially when it comes to women – infant, teenager, adult, married, housewife, entrepreneur…doesn’t matter. For all of her phases, there are set of guidelines to be followed. Anything outside, does not only guarantee grief from so-called protectors of the Indian culture & morality but at times, also our very own.

I could cite plenty of examples from the tip of my tongue but I believe nothing beats one’s own personal experience. Not that my situation is as grave (yes, I am grateful) but I am hoping it will help others in similar situation understand that sometimes being selfish is the only way out.