Its not like I just decided on whether I should start believing in arranged marriages more than love marriages. I have seen both succeed and fail, and even if it still happens, it doesn't work the way it should (like the marriages in all Nicholas Sparks books!)
4 o' clock in the morning, sleep deprived, food deprived and I sit upright on my bed, wondering if I would've been sleepless and hungry had I been home. In conversation with a friend a couple of hours back, he did not seem convinced that an arranged marriage could be the safer, or I'd dare say, the safest option, if nothing else works out, and currently being in a very rough phase of my relationship, where all things bright and beautiful, just seem to come down on me and say "look bitch, I gotchya there" *accompanied by, of course, the evil dexter laughter*, I'd take that brave foot forward, no, the not so brave foot down, and say, fine, I made a mistake, now what?!
And there as usual, comes the time when both your heart and your brain seem to refuse sternly to any form of stimulation, emotional or alcohol! as if Mamata Banerjee has suddenly taken over their being and again, yet again, have sat down with a newspaper behind their over sized butts (thanks to Bengali tradition of mach-Bhat twice a day!) and determined to not tell me what to do next. And that's where this sublime form of a stress reliever comes into play.
How this helps me, don't ask. I just feel happy when I click on the "publish" button up there, and I know that I can sleep now. Although my questions of an arranged or love marriage scenes haven't been sorted, nor have I been able to convince my friend that you should not get laid with just anyone because it gives you momentary happiness, but anyhow, I will try and get him to change his mind, while I continue my journey of regaining the lost ideals and values that sometimes, I miss. I truly do.
Coming to think of it, there is still a really long way to go (way more than how much I'd walked downhill at Munnar with a certain someone and I thought I had walked the entire circumference of the earth) and this wasn't the distance I was talking about, it has a lot more to it.
Good night!
4 o' clock in the morning, sleep deprived, food deprived and I sit upright on my bed, wondering if I would've been sleepless and hungry had I been home. In conversation with a friend a couple of hours back, he did not seem convinced that an arranged marriage could be the safer, or I'd dare say, the safest option, if nothing else works out, and currently being in a very rough phase of my relationship, where all things bright and beautiful, just seem to come down on me and say "look bitch, I gotchya there" *accompanied by, of course, the evil dexter laughter*, I'd take that brave foot forward, no, the not so brave foot down, and say, fine, I made a mistake, now what?!
And there as usual, comes the time when both your heart and your brain seem to refuse sternly to any form of stimulation, emotional or alcohol! as if Mamata Banerjee has suddenly taken over their being and again, yet again, have sat down with a newspaper behind their over sized butts (thanks to Bengali tradition of mach-Bhat twice a day!) and determined to not tell me what to do next. And that's where this sublime form of a stress reliever comes into play.
How this helps me, don't ask. I just feel happy when I click on the "publish" button up there, and I know that I can sleep now. Although my questions of an arranged or love marriage scenes haven't been sorted, nor have I been able to convince my friend that you should not get laid with just anyone because it gives you momentary happiness, but anyhow, I will try and get him to change his mind, while I continue my journey of regaining the lost ideals and values that sometimes, I miss. I truly do.
Coming to think of it, there is still a really long way to go (way more than how much I'd walked downhill at Munnar with a certain someone and I thought I had walked the entire circumference of the earth) and this wasn't the distance I was talking about, it has a lot more to it.
Good night!
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