Once you cross a certain age limit and all your siblings (if any) are already married you are bound to face this terrifying question “Are you ready to get married?”. It starts with not so related relatives and so-called well wishers. Sometimes I feel these people really don’t have enough work and that’s why they are keeping track on who’s most eligible bachelor and bachelorette in their vicinity. Their ultimate aim is to make your parents realise that you have grown up now and it’s a high time to get married. (Why the hell you care so much?)
Without even asking a favor they hand over Boi-data of suitable (?) candidate to your parents. Ask all the details about you and feed in their data warehouse to match with already fed entries in the database. As you grow old you become the more critical case to solve. Even CID can’t handle it. But these aunties and uncles are so confident to find one match for you as they assure your parents.
The helpless parents try to convince you in every possible way. If you say “You aint ready for marriage” it is a total bouncer for them. “You are grown up now. Mature enough. What does it mean that you aint ready for it?” “What should we answer people?” “Is there anyone you like?” “We don’t want to lose on this proposal”. All such questions arise. It makes you believe that really there is a generation gap. Why are they being so orthodox all of a sudden? Why are they acting so weird?.
Your favorite aunty becomes annoying and uncle looks like a villain. Many times you feel like running away to some island where no one can reach you and bore you with such question. Many times you are forced to think whether is it so necessary to get married? Can’t we live like this forever? Even a wedding card of someone else makes your heart pound faster. You just hope it doesn’t ignite the same topic. Getting married becomes the most difficult task in your life. All you want is some time but you are running out of it.
You wonder how people die to get married? How do they survive? You love your singlehood so much that it looks like a burden to share your space with someone else. Life does change after marriage. Looking at your married friends you surely doesn’t want to try it yourself.
While everyone else was busy in celebrations and panting easter eggs my friends had some other plans. One of my friends got skateboard and wanted to spray paint it and the other one had covered the beer bottles with thread (real creativity I say :)). As the oldies say “do something constructive in you leisure time” sop we decided to add some colors in the otherwise boring summer afternoon. Creative juices flowing inside everyone and flooding our Sunday. As I got new DSLR I was too much excited to capture this whole experience, The Making of Creative Sunday :).
The used beer bottles after wrapped with thread. Looking more useful now
After lotsa efforts finally we got the spray paints.
Skateboard is ready for some random creativity after the base coat.
Sometimes scarcity of resources leads to new ideas. We used thread to draw lines.
Add some more lines.
Guys are pouring their heart in it. Can’t you see?
Hmmm….still something is missing.
How about some graffiti?
And here’s the masterpiece….
All set to flaunt
A little funky, absolutely hip-hop, always in a limelight and so comfortable. My hip-hop shoes. They are so cool and even after 2 years are absolutely IN. Wherever they go (and eventually take me along) catch everyone’s eye and I get constant appreciation for my choice.
Well to be honest it wasn’t my choice. I usually don’t feel comfortable wearing funky things, that isn’t my style. So I was very reluctant while buying these shoes but my friend and the salesman forced me to buy these. Still I wasn’t very sure and was thinking with what kind of cloths and colors will they go. For initial few months I hardly wore them. And now I just find reasons to flaunt them. Why not? They are so cool and always put me in limelight. People always ask me from where did I buy them? And I feel a little proud for making this decision :).
The coolest thing about my hip-hop shoes are the faces drawn over them (which are sadly getting fade away with every wash) and ya the green fluorescent laces :).
I get feel of being a hip-hopper and believe me whenever I wear them I start tapping my feet. No matter in what state of mind I am they always lift my mood. They are so special to me; something which I can preserve for lifetime.
When I created my account on WordPress (with a help of a friend) I never thought that I would be so consistent and I would meet so many wonderful people who’ll leave mark in my life forever. So I thought I can start with this series “People behind words and lenses” dedicated to all those lovely people I met here and it has to start with the first among those wonderful people…”Kam“.
It wouldn’t have been possible for me without his continuous support and motivation to improve and write more and more. He not only liked my posts but wrote longer than my post comments ;). (Kam..you can still write long comments unless WordPress has word count limit :)).
Then on one fine day he honored me by making me editor of his blog. But who am I to edit his blog? or for that matter anyone else’s work. The words we write here are not just words but they are our feelings and experiences which the person has lived. Who am I to change that? But I accepted the responsibility as he insisted.
Then he extended friendship by lending me his all new DSLR…oh I was so touched with his kind gesture! Who would do that for a person he/she haven’t even seen but he’s that kind. It helped me not only explore places but explore my new found interest in photography and today I have my own DSLR…Thanks Kam and I really mean it We all met on one evening for the first time to collect camera. That day I came to know that his real name isn’t Kam…it’s Shahi. But I still prefer calling him Kam as all my memories are related with Kam and I don’t wish to Edit it ;).
Kam (on left) with Rahul
From the time I have come to Pune I’ve been exploring many food joints, restaurants and food corners. My search for new places led me to this newly opened restaurant called “Malaka Street” in Phoenix Marketcity mall.
A typical Thai auto outside the restaurant was all set to welcome every foodie.
Though it’s called street food joint it serves much more than that. The very authentic Asian food from Thailand, Malaysia and Japan with quite interesting beverages.
The Thai food is very similar to “Konkani Food” in a way fresh coconut is used in curries and banana leaves for serving. So it’s always safe for me to order it being “Konkani”. The taste of Thai red curry is more or less similar to one of curries. Except that we serve it plain or with prawns only.
The ambience gives the feel of streets in Thailand or Malaysia.
I liked the use of telephone booth on a street as a smoking area.
Menu was quite interesting with some very interesting names.
We ordered Vegetable Satay for the starters and it ensured of the tasty treat.
Here’s the main course: “Kari Kapitan with Kanai Roti”. Sounds like some Indian cousine.
It was served with one of the mocktails of one’s choice as complimentary. The only name which caught my attention was “Thailand Aati Kya” …it remined me of a Hindi song “Aati Kya Khandala“…lol (aati kya – are you coming? in Hindi )
I was laughing for almost 10 minutes even while placing an order and to make sure I asked the waiter if it was pronounced the same way ;).
With mesmerizing Thai music we enjoyed our dinner. The taste of food and the ambience was amazing and I must say we really had great time trying something new…The Asian Street Food at one place…”Malaka Street”.
Here’s my first entry for Weekly Photo Challenge – this week’s theme “Unusual”.
I wouldn’t find anything unusual than this