This is a good forward from my bro sometime back. Got to look it today.
Priya married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party,
Priya's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.
With Rs.1000 deposit amount.
Mother: Priya, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life.
When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in.
Write down what it's about next to the line.
The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in.
I've done the first one for you today.
Do the others with Hitesh.
When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'
Priya shared this with Hitesh when getting home.
They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.
This was what they did after certain time:
- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage
- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Priya
- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali
- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Priya got pregnant
- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted
.... and so on...
However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.
They didn't talk much.
They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.... no more love...
Kind of typical nowadays, huh?
One day Priya talked to her Mother:
'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce.
I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!'
Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal.
Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it.
But before that, do one thing first.
Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day?
Take out all money and spend it first.
You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'
Priya thought it was true.
So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.
While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record.
She looked, and looked, and looked.
Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind.
Her eyes were then filled with tears.
She left and went home.
When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.
The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Priya.
She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record:
'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years.
How much happiness you've brought me.'
They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.
Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired?
I did not ask.
I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.
"When you fall, in any way, Don't see the place where you fell, Instead see the place from where you slipped.
Life is about correcting mistakes."
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Eight years old....but....
So lovely to hear this demolition telephonic call recorded from Dublin.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ae69K0M9HE&feature=player_embedded
(Pl copy paste this link in browser and view this...)
My thoughts went to what did I know about telephones when I was 8 yrs old :) It was 1990 and till then we resided in Vadapalani, Chennai. To call my grandfather in Thanjavur, my father used to take us to nearby Post office, book a trunk call and wait for half an hour, before operator called us, saying there was a line. We went to Karur on transfer in may 1990 and then some facility called STD got introduced. I still remember my father explaining what were STD codes and individual numbers and I was so fascinated to see this sort of connection, since I need not wait in post offices :)
Two decades, world is turning upside down.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ae69K0M9HE&feature=player_embedded
(Pl copy paste this link in browser and view this...)
My thoughts went to what did I know about telephones when I was 8 yrs old :) It was 1990 and till then we resided in Vadapalani, Chennai. To call my grandfather in Thanjavur, my father used to take us to nearby Post office, book a trunk call and wait for half an hour, before operator called us, saying there was a line. We went to Karur on transfer in may 1990 and then some facility called STD got introduced. I still remember my father explaining what were STD codes and individual numbers and I was so fascinated to see this sort of connection, since I need not wait in post offices :)
Two decades, world is turning upside down.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Marriage Blues!
Not a usual travel from home to office this weekend. There was a slight drizzle in the air and the time was around 11 pm at night when I ran and caught my via Hosur route bus to Bangalore. As usual I dug into my window seat and unusually there was a young couple in my previous row. Seemed to be from very orthodox family. Should have had a very heated argument for long time, many eyes were noting them.
The couple on the other hand were at full swing. He was repeatedly asking tell me what happened between you both and the only reply from her was nothing significant. Bus started, but still I could hear loud voices of offense and defense, I thought it was not good to overhear conversation. I couldn't help myself as the voices were loud and clear.
Slowly I began to realize that he was questioning about her pre-marital affair, and was shell shocked to hear her responses. I couldn't remember the film, but the same dialogue came from her, "It all just happened. We were talking together for some months, felt and discussed why shouldn't we marry each other, my mother and his father objected. Being fond of our families, we decided not to carry our interests forward." Really awesome english, from both of them, and the guy told, "I was happy that you graduated from BITS, Pilani. But why didn't you tell this to me before marriage?". Conversations were running riot, clock stuck 12 AM, we were crossing Sriperambudhur, while I dozed off. I could hear some faint voices before I completely slept.
Weather suddenly changed, I began to sweat. Woke up and saw was in Krishnagiri Bus stand and time was 4 AM. But the fight was still ON. Angrily the husband said, "Don't lie I saw your photo in his laptop. I pleaded with him for 45 mins, before I convinced him to delete it from the hard drive.". The lady who was in complete denial till that, put down her head and said "Yes. Sorry!". I didn't know the context of photo, but for that he told, "It has taken me 5 hours to get a word of truth from you. How much are you trusting me in our 11 months married life? Promise me on the kid in your womb."
I was really shattered on this, considering their caste and the words they spoke, unwilling to see this rage for more time, I slept off.
It was around 6 AM, when I got down in Bommanahalli signal and went to my apartment. Through out the way, I was trying to recollect if I had ever seen either of them, but in vain. That's the exact reason why I am penning it down.
Was really sorry for the fate of upcoming kid. Broader sense, none of my business to listen / bother about some couple whom I have never met. But one thing is for sure...S/w companies, their culture, educational strength...these are spoiling families in India.
"Aanum pennum samam"..."Aangal illamal nammalal vaazha mudiyatha"...some slogans I have listened to in so called Female liberation meets and TV shows...I should say one thing...whenever the lady spoke / fought with her husband, they was no emotion of guilt in her voice. It was as if she felt nothing wrong about even hiding it from her husband of this day.
What will poor males do, when they are literally cheated in this sort....start a liberation front? :)
The couple on the other hand were at full swing. He was repeatedly asking tell me what happened between you both and the only reply from her was nothing significant. Bus started, but still I could hear loud voices of offense and defense, I thought it was not good to overhear conversation. I couldn't help myself as the voices were loud and clear.
Slowly I began to realize that he was questioning about her pre-marital affair, and was shell shocked to hear her responses. I couldn't remember the film, but the same dialogue came from her, "It all just happened. We were talking together for some months, felt and discussed why shouldn't we marry each other, my mother and his father objected. Being fond of our families, we decided not to carry our interests forward." Really awesome english, from both of them, and the guy told, "I was happy that you graduated from BITS, Pilani. But why didn't you tell this to me before marriage?". Conversations were running riot, clock stuck 12 AM, we were crossing Sriperambudhur, while I dozed off. I could hear some faint voices before I completely slept.
Weather suddenly changed, I began to sweat. Woke up and saw was in Krishnagiri Bus stand and time was 4 AM. But the fight was still ON. Angrily the husband said, "Don't lie I saw your photo in his laptop. I pleaded with him for 45 mins, before I convinced him to delete it from the hard drive.". The lady who was in complete denial till that, put down her head and said "Yes. Sorry!". I didn't know the context of photo, but for that he told, "It has taken me 5 hours to get a word of truth from you. How much are you trusting me in our 11 months married life? Promise me on the kid in your womb."
I was really shattered on this, considering their caste and the words they spoke, unwilling to see this rage for more time, I slept off.
It was around 6 AM, when I got down in Bommanahalli signal and went to my apartment. Through out the way, I was trying to recollect if I had ever seen either of them, but in vain. That's the exact reason why I am penning it down.
Was really sorry for the fate of upcoming kid. Broader sense, none of my business to listen / bother about some couple whom I have never met. But one thing is for sure...S/w companies, their culture, educational strength...these are spoiling families in India.
"Aanum pennum samam"..."Aangal illamal nammalal vaazha mudiyatha"...some slogans I have listened to in so called Female liberation meets and TV shows...I should say one thing...whenever the lady spoke / fought with her husband, they was no emotion of guilt in her voice. It was as if she felt nothing wrong about even hiding it from her husband of this day.
What will poor males do, when they are literally cheated in this sort....start a liberation front? :)
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