The Exclusive Ladoo

It’s not that I am spitting venom against all those happily married/engaged couples just because I am single and not exactly ready to mingle, it’s just that to be happy you don’t need to spend tons of money.

Surely marriage is a celebration family and friends look forward to but what I cannot come to terms is with all the extra hard earned cash by our parents going to waste just for ONE DAY. Super expensive clothes, venue and a banquet fit for a king just to show off to people we even don’t really care about.

So here I have a creative solution for all the cash you are planning to spend on your big day.

1. Invite group of your close family and friends, the people who you actually love and know the names of to your special day. DO NOT call the neighbor’s uncle’s daughter’s gardener as well. Dance, sing, feast, laugh and take pleasure in the time you spend with them.  Remember Small gatherings of loved ones = more fun.

2. This might sound to righteous, charity all that money. Ok don’t charity all of it, but do a small portion of it for your blessed happily ever after.

3. Go on a vacation. Imagine all the places you can go to with THAT amount of money! Travel, go to different places, try different cuisines and enjoy every minute of it.

4. Get that thing that you wanted from ages.. That thing can be anything! The Xbox you wanted for your perfect weekends, or that lovely grand piano which you will never use in your life. At least you will have the damn thing for the rest of your life.

5. Save it. Ok this is the most boring point but honestly save some cash, it always come in handy.   

After all these liberating, wedding revolutionizing thoughts I know one thing for a fact, my own family would never let me do all this no matter how much I protest.  This is because we live in a society where norms control our lifestyle. We call ourselves free people but we are slaves to thoughts of what other people might think.

Anyways. Cheers to all those lovely couples ! Have a blessed life my friends.

People, Places and Stories.

It’s amazing how we, the humans living in separate parts of the world with different cultures and languages and yet have the same basic needs. Almost same stories, just the places are different.

Different places and stories always have fascinated me. From the barren lands of Afghanistan from the book The Kite Runner to the cherry blossoms from Memoirs of a Geisha. I absolutely loved how Elif Shafaq has a love affair with Turkish food and culture in all her books. And I love how Anna finds love and a home away from home in Paris.

It’s wonderful what stories places hold. The food, language and customs yet the human desires and problems are the same. Some people searching for their identity, some struggling for money and many helpless in love.

Every place, every person has a story and every story is equally beautiful, striking and painful. Only the perspectives are different. 

My ideal space.

A couple of years ago in our Idea development class our teacher asked us to write a paragraph describing what kind of a person we are and then writing our ideal space. That time I wrote a lengthy self description of a person who is still in search of an identity. My ideal space at that time was a beautiful landscape. No roof. No walls.

I still feel I am searching for an identity.  I believe the search will never end but somehow the ideal space that I had in my mind back then is competing with a place which confines me. My ideal space would also be home now. A home with walls and a roof. With large windows facing the sunset. A home with wind chimes, fairy lights, books and assorted tea mugs. A home with fluffy cushions, light colors and warmth of love. A home with beautiful smell of flowers and a small garden. A home with soft music of laughter and conversations. 

Whispering night

There are whispers in night

Can you hear them?

There is the rustle of wind

Is it calling my name?

And the light that falls on my window

Is it the moon or have you decided to pay me a visit?

The fragrance is intoxicating

Is it your presence?

The sound of soft footsteps echo in the silence

And the music of your voice rings in the void

Don’t let the dream just be

Let the interpretation be as sweet as your company