Going back to the roots…….!!

Going back to the roots……!

  When Margaret Thatcher’s lover had asked her hand for marriage she had replied saying, ” I love you my darling. I really love you. But you have to understand  baby I will never be a normal wife. I believe that one’s life should amount to something it cannot be a life lived in vain. I will not just live my life washing tea cups.” This is one of the best lines I have heard.  It is something I really relate to.

 How does one’s  life  amount to something? The answers may vary. For me it means to bring a change, a positive change around me. If I can change ‘a’ life or a thing around me it could solve my purpose.  When I was younger I would sit down with my friends and blame everything around me. I would criticise the system and I believed that we as a nation will never change. I know it’s the easiest thing to do. It’s said if you want to change the system you can do it only by being a part of it. It makes sense,  a lot of sense. All I know today are the outcomes. Poverty, illiteracy, unemployment etc are just the outcomes, the root of the problem lies much deeper, and I have no idea about it. Though I also think that change can be made without really being a part of the system. You can make donations, volunteer some of your time to help out etc. But then may be these are just temporary changes and may be not exactly be a solution.

   If I want to do things which amount to a visible change I need to first educate myself. For instance if I say I want to  change the way corporation school are run in India.  For this for starters I need to know who the education minister of India is? What are his policies? Why do we not have enough benches and stationery stuff in these schools? Why are the teachers not paid a good enough salary? I don’t have an answer to any of these questions. Here I am taking about change when in reality I have no idea what it is that needs to changed. My dream just feels naive and childish.  A tree without strong roots will never grow. If the foundation is not strong enough anything that’s built on it will not survive for long.

  Globalisation has it’s good sides but it also has it’s downside. It leads us to believe that just because we are a part of it we are growing. It’s not necessary. For instance I know quite a bit about gucci, prada, Louis vitton,etc , at least I look at it with extreme awe and curiosity but do I share the same awe and curiosity about the Indian brands.( I cant list down the indian brands without googling it.). I don’t think so. ( I am not a brand person at all. A Louis vitton bag has  it’s famous symbol all over it and it can have chains made up of gold for all that i care,  but I cannot pay Rs.45,000 for it. My bag which costs around 500 bucks max does the same thing,  hold my money. Call it middle class mentality but life is simpler because of it. All a brand signifies for me is that either you are super rich or you have a super rich best friend.) There is nothing wrong in appreciating a gucci shirt but then you should also know that raymonds is the highest selling brand in india and it’s not a foreign brand.

 Naseerudin Shah is undoubtedly one of the great actors in India. Recently he said in an interview, ” Bollywood doesn’t respect our heroes. Tell me how many movies are made on our national heroes, on our stories. Pick up any man walking on the streets of Bombay and you will have an inspirational story to tell. But no we are busy aping the west. For god sake we worship Gandhi but Hollywood made a movie on it and won the Oscar. ” The man has a point. Thankfully though Bollywood is changing,  I watched paan Singh tomar and kahaani recently and I felt proud. SRK spent infinite crores on raone and made a fool on himself but a small budget film like chak de based on an original story gave him much more respect.

 I don’t know how long will I take to educate myself. It might take me five or ten years, I don’t know. I also don’t know will I be able to change anything however minuscule it is. I think it’s worth an attempt though. I am making a small start towards that attempt. I am going for a holiday to Gwalior.

 Gwalior is my native place. It’s where I was born ,it’s where my parents were born, it’s  where they spent there majority of growing years.  Sadly that’s all I know about the place. I never made an attempt as to what does Gwalior as a city signifies. What is it’s history? What is the legacy of the Mutatkar’s? I can’t really change anything unless I know where I come from?

Roots is an important word. Some are scared, some are proud, some are ashamed while some have absolutely no clue about it.  Right now I stand neutral I don’t have an emotion attached to it. It’s time to find it. It’s high time, I need to get back to my roots!!!!


Single…..at 24!

It’s a major let down for my 12 year old friend who has a 15 year old girlfriend. He came up to me and told me, ” tai, you are pretty useless. You are almost turning 30 now and you still don’t have a boyfriend.” I laughed more at how certain he was about me being useless, than the later part. He also told me some tips on how should I attract attention. It was pretty hilarious.

Mothers are born to worry. I think the worrying phase is at it’s optimum when there daughter turns 24.  She goes, ” god knows! When will you get married? Look at your friends everyone is getting engaged atleast by now. You here are busy hitting shuttlecocks. Hope you wake up!”  The more her tone gets serious the more I laugh. When she realises all her reasoning is making me laugh she throws in her trump card. ” you have a younger sister, at least think about her.”, and when she says this she almost has the puss in boots look in her eyes! ( if you guys have seen shrek). She sure looks cute, so I go and give her a hug but convinced I am not. Don’t get me wrong my mom is pretty cool. She will never force me into anything, she has always let me take my decisions and I am sure she will also let me take this one. Though being a mother it’s her birth right to worry about my marriage. I let her do it.

If it’s not mother, there are ‘the very emotional friends’ asking you weird questions.  I recently went for a night out and just during our last coffee before sleeping we were discussing single hood. I was telling them I am in a very happy space and living life exactly the way I want to. They were telling me how nice it is to have that special

someone to share your life with. Then a friend asks me, ” Aditi, when you go for dinner with your friends and you see them with their boyfriends, I know you are happy for them but I am sure you realise there’s no one sitting next to you?” I didn’t answer the question right away because if I had given her the answer she would have pulled my hair off. The answer to this is, ” when I go for dinner the sole purpose of it is to enjoy my drink and that beautiful steak. Once I have fulfilled that the next thing is pull their legs as much as possible in front of their would be’s! ”  Though I didn’t say this, I just gave her the expression that her question has forced me to think, when really I was thinking about that gorgeous steak.

I don’t understand whats the big deal about. I know love is great and it changes your world. I have seen friends in love. The constant talking on phone,messaging. Getting angry for no real reason so that he tries hard to make you smile. The conversations they are having constantly through their eyes. The constant sulking of missing their partners when they are not around. It’s all adorable and I am sure I want to experience all of that. Though it can’t be because I am turning 25 this year, or because I am surrounded by happy couples and it’s time to find someone.  I mean love can’t be forced and it will happen when it has to. I can’t be expected to feel sorry for myself.

Recently a relative send my dad a photo. Dad told me to check it out, the guy was fair with green eyes. I replied to dad saying, ” Your daughter isn’t katrina Kaif. Think about the future our baby will be so confused, he might have a black and a green eye. Let’s save the future dad!”  my dad has not send me a photo since. Huh….. All of this is fun.  This one got my mom laughing too. As long as she is laughing.

24 th year on earth is pretty interesting. Suddenly people are trying to put pressure on me but it’s not for my badminton, the area has changed. Though they forget I have handled pressure for all my life now and I know how to survive through it.

I know there is only one person who can handle single hood all his life, it’s our very own Hanumanji!  I am nowhere near him, I am a mere mortal i know I will have to graduate to the next level soon. I promise, i will.  Stop worrying, my dearest mother!

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