Kuch to log kahenge logon ka kaam hai kehna

When our parents gave my sister and I a liberal upbringing, I was called fast. Yes I am fast. I thought ahead of time. In school I didn't have many friends for I raised my voice against bullying, had an identity of my own which clashed with many.When I cam to Delhi for higher studies, people labelled me tez( YEH TO BAHUT TEZ HAI. PATA NAHIN APNE PATI KA KYA HAAL KAREGI).When I started working, my own relatives, leave aside outsiders wondered why I would work and earn a living and not get married? I was told by someone close at that time that (Aurat ko shaadi ke baad apne pati ki sewa karni chahiye, bachcho ko dekhna chahiye) and the irony is that the same woman has her own business today. Good for her. I being a product of a liberal Assamese society and a co- ed catholic school never thought twice before making male friends. To tell you the truth, I got along more with men for they are less complex and easy going. So, needless to mention I was labelled as caharacter less with my name being linked to I dont know how many. I expressed my liking and crushes openly in public which is normal and that made people judge me again.

Gradually my honesty, flamboyance and straightforwardness made more enemies than friends. But funny part is that whenver someone needed any information, financial support or any kind of help I was the one they would turn to and this continues even now:-)

Setu....get this info, can you help me with some cash, my uncle/niece/ mom is coming over so keep her at your place, you have a great taste so shop for my husband, get me a job and it is a never ending gala..uuuffff! And then Setu is diplomatic, shows off, fast, TEZ, proud, and all the evils vest inside her..lol.

My life has been my greatest teacher. I learnt that people I genuinely loved and respected hated me and bad mouthed me. I saw the world the way I am. My true self, honest criticism always rubbed people the wrong way. I still try to be the courteous, most generous, true in my behaviour, a good human being for I am God fearing and the new label I have got is " FAKE."

Sometimes I really wonder....who is fake me or the people around me full of many masks? We all wear masks but the ones with least no of them pay a heavy price. Sometimes being human I get bogged down, sink into depression but the second day I like a " Phoenix" as I call myself continue doing my Karma.

Yes I am TEZ for I am a self made woman. I survived alone, struggled hard from a small town to Delhi/ Gurgaon, fought for my rights and lived with dignity.Yes I am FAST for I did things ages back and it doesnt amaze me anymore the way it does to you. Yes I am DIPLOMATIC if you say so for I hide my tears and still continue to love and be true to myself forgetting the grudges and smile in front of you. Yes I am FAKE at times and show to the world that I am happy and give an ear to their problems when I am going through the deepest crisis yet dont share it with anyone.
I earned many titles in this world..not so good ones. But I have no regrets for I chose to tread on the path of simplicity, honesty, straightforwardness and self respect. Every garbage thrown at me, every pull back made me stronger. And lastly with parents and a sister like mine, Aruna Mosi and a great great Husband I just cant complain. I know deep down the hearts of the people who pass comment, despise me or gossip about me lies a subdued conscience which tells them they are wrong.

I dont regret being me and pray to God to make me stronger, humble, showing me the right path and the ability to spread love, live sensibly and be a better human day by day.Amen!

Yet Another page of my life

College days are mostly fun filled with a little downs here and there which everyone goes through. While I was looking for a old friend in Facebook, recalled The Delhi School of Economics Canteen which must have served many hungry students who would rush even before the classes started.

Being a Paying Guest, food was something we lived for I would say. The normal dabba kept us going in order to be alive. Else it was nothing but bitter medicine which a pediatrician gives to a fussy kid.

The delight was always the cheap roadside food and Delhi School of Economics Canteen was also one Adda for the North Campus Students. Not only was it an attraction for the hostelers but also the Day Scholars all across Delhi and NCR. Often we found Old Alums visiting the college for its Mutton Cutlet, Rajma Chawal etc.

My morning breakfast along with a dear friend Ruchi Gargesh( A day Scholar) would be at D School Canteen. The Rs. 2.50 Coffee served by Gopal ji along with a Rs. 6.50 Idli plate was heavenly in the mornings. That food would keep us going till our lectures got over and gave us enough energey to dream to be the future writers, leaders and what not....lol

I remember one day Ruchi and I wanted to be the super cool students of our class. Sir N. Jacob, apparently Ruchi's crush then was one of the coolest Teachers we ever had would let us be the way we were, thus  tolerating our madness. So we sat on the desk, took an icecream break and got our favourite icecreams during the class. Poor Sir, but only kept quiet and let us eat in glory:-)

There was this Momo Joint at Kamla Nagar which we visited often.Now when I come to think of it, I really wonder how we ever manage to eat there in that small dingy room which served the tastiest of Momos with Stew (I am sure the dirt, the unkempt look of the Waiters added more flavours). Not to mention the Shagun Restaurant at Vijay Nagar, which still exists. Tashneen, Rajlok and I once were returning back from Shagun and I had to pee badly. We took a rickhshaw and three of us managed to park our behinds. With every bump on the road It was terrible for me to control my urge to attend the nature's call...and the moment I reached Tashu's PG I rushed to her toilet....lol

Those were the days! There are many such incidents. Another one where Rajlok had to become the Rickshaw Puller and Ruchi and I were his Sawaris. He pulled the Rickshaw from Our Ramjas College till Kamla Nagar whilst the Rickshaw puller came running behind us. Gosh!

This now reminds me of how I used to Double ride with Liendung, a Vietnamese Nun in our PG on her bicycle and act like the (Kabadiwalas) Scrapdealers.She had literally adopted me then and would experiement her Vietnamese cuisine on me:-(

A foodie she was would often take this poor Hosteller to the Restaurants since she had all the moolah flowing in from different countries as Donation for her studies. Rich she was! Aaahh!

I will add some more to it. But gotta hit the gym now.