So it has happened…

Radhika & Ashish… man & wife… to hell with the north-south divide !

Seems like a dream to us even now…

God… just don’t wake me up now…

Comments from the past:

drp
13 Jun 2005, 11:43pm

😀

keep flying high mayte!!

congradulations! 😀

Payne

chotacyrus
14 Jun 2005, 7:50am

oops!how did I miss the last 2 posts..anyways congralutations!and have a great life ahead of you!

hs
14 Jun 2005, 9:27am

Its Naad’a’swaram :-p
…
congratulations ..:)

Ashish
15 Jun 2005, 6:57pm

Am at home in Lucknow…. for the second phase of the marriage… the north Indian way…
And yes guys.. thanks a zillion for the wishes.

ae
23 Jun 2005, 3:29pm

Congratulations!!!…wishing u ALL the happiness in life…. 🙂 keep blogging….

ae
23 Jun 2005, 3:42pm

Congratulations!!!…wishing u ALL the happiness in life…. 🙂 keep blogging….

sahil&vani
17 Jul 2005, 2:47pm

Congratulations!!! Ashish & Radhika….n ALL THE BEST for ur life……

Am getting married this Sunday?. How does that sound?

I am getting married this Sunday? three days away? 72 hours? Holy S**t !!!!

Am I supposed to react? or wait for this to sink in as I have been waiting for the last few months?.

Let me see where I stand today? well I have a house.. a fully furnished rented one? not for from Food World or Sunny Wine Shop?. I have an adequate stash in the bank? a phone? a job that pays reasonably well and lets me sleep late on weekends? and 25 + years of my life behind me?

And now?. I will have a wife.

Why is it that the thought gives me a feeling akin to my first experience in the swimming pool? when the coach had pushed all of us 10 year olds into the deepest part of the pool without as much as a by your leave !

So all that I have been planning for?. Working for the better part of last year is finally going to happen. Hey? there aren?t any cymbals clashing or trumpets blowing are they?? Pretty silent?. They way it is for everyone I suppose. Flashes of lightening the way it happens in the good old movies? well can?t see any?.

What I CAN see is that I had a tough time getting a 10 day leave sanctioned from my company? and that the woodwork in my new house needs a bit of polish? and that the Gas Connection is three days late in being set up ?. And that the new maid is saving water by forgetting to sweep the corners in my new home? and that I will probably end up with facial paralysis for having smiled non stop at a week long series of receptions !

Or is it? well the thought of having company for the early morning chai is not all together bad you know? or knowing that the next time I watch ?Gone With the Wind? I can have an argument about Scarlet again? and maybe now I will have some incentive to leave my office that little bit earlier?

Hmmm? that doesn?t sound so bad does it? and maybe I did not mention that I just like being with her?.

Just a thought though? if I am queasy getting married to a decent person like her? I just wonder what she would be going through?.

Hmmmm

Comments from the past:

Stand-Alone Dreamer
9 Jun 2005, 2:11pm

So your random ramblings found a pair of ears to listen to..

Dance, Drink & Celebrate, for everything else is just a mirage!

Dude of wellington
9 Jun 2005, 3:01pm

Dude what r u talkin abt the deep end of the pool, ur in over ur head in the middle of no where with sharks circling, and let me just conclude the final feeding frenzy will begin in 72hrs. Good luck with that…..

Dude of wellington
9 Jun 2005, 3:24pm

Dude what r u talkin abt the deep end of the pool, ur in over ur head in the middle of no where with sharks circling, and let me just conclude the final feeding frenzy will begin in 72hrs. Good luck with that…..

Ashish
9 Jun 2005, 3:39pm

Thanks for the comforting words dude.. really needed them ! 😉

hs
10 Jun 2005, 12:16am

🙂 …
Congratulations.
All the best !!
Its almost like the rest of us here have been through the last 6 months with you ..:)
Awesome !! ..
happy happy times ..:-d ..
ok ..this is when i run away before nonsense takes over !!
*flees*.

Ashish
10 Jun 2005, 12:09pm

Folks… this post has had more than a 100 hits since yesterday. A record of sorts for this particular blog !
Am leaving for Bombay now… Thanks for nice words everyone….

drp
10 Jun 2005, 8:56pm

congratulations maytey!!

may the good times get better…or some such. 😀 :-”

Payne

Born in Allahabad, educated in Lucknow, graduation in Uttaranchal, Post graduation in Maharashtra, first job in Andhra Pradesh, working for a company headquartered in Karanataka, serving a client based in the US, part of a project being executed across 38 countries around the globe, getting married to a tamilian in Bombay…

Geography !….. whats that ??

Comments from the past:

chotacyrus
15 May 2005, 7:30pm

man..arn’t u lucky?
btw,I thot ‘musafir hoon yaaro’ would have been more apt for the ‘current music’column.newayzhave fun and keep blogging!

Ashish
16 May 2005, 10:06am

Well the ‘Music’ is the rate we bill our client 😉
After all someone has to pay for you to go around the world !

chotacyrus
16 May 2005, 4:17pm

ok..thats the music your client is facing!LOL!:D:D

So here I am? Resting in peace in Pune for the last twenty days. In a hotel at a place called Deccan? surrounded by the commercial triangle of the city.

The best thing about Pune is that you take a few steps away from a main road to a side lane and suddenly? life seems to slow down. Old Parsi homes? two storeyed bungalows with the Patriarch in white clothes sitting on the porch fanning himself? Lack of time? Hmmmm

The day goes by the way it usually does, it?s the night that makes you feel all unstuck. She will be in Pune by the end of this month, till then its all a bit of a bore.

In a way I feel kind of proud ?. Having joined the tribe of the traveling professional, of flickering images on late night TV, starched room service and pints of beer for company? sort makes you feel all so ?. Mature??

Amidst all its lonely gloom, the room has a redeeming feature? the view.

My room, being on the fifth floor and the hotel being on a bit of a higher ground; commands a fairly expansive view of Pune. But more than what lies in the distance it is what lies right in front of my window that interests me.

There is a huge Gulmohar tree in front of my window? taller than the hotel building itself and probably older so. A Gulmohar tree is beautiful in any case.. now add the fact that this one is in full bloom at the moment.

Every morning the first sight I see is the undulating swaying of branches covered with fiery blooms right outside my window? sort of makes me feel at home.

Back home? somewhere in dusty old Lucknow, there are Gulmohar trees that I planted, not alone, but along with the girl next door.

Guess they too must be blooming now?.

Comments from the past:

hs
13 May 2005, 3:54pm

Pune does have an old world charm about it.I was amazed to see Pantaloons in a building that had prolly been built in the 1920s. Parking seems to be a perennial problem there ..but it is a neat little city ..:)

Ashish
13 May 2005, 4:44pm

Yes Sir, Pune is charming. You should walk around the area behind MG road… some really old and pretty buildings there !

Ain’t I lucky ? Am going home tomorrow… for a complete week. Its been more than a year since I visited my hometown.. Lucknow. And now, as I contemplate the visit, I realise how much I have missed it.

Guess everyone feels the same way about their hometowns… the streets more familiar than the one you live at today, the food tasting somewhat a bit better than what you usually have, and yeah, the slumber that little bit extra deep late into the morning.

Its a surreal feeling to sleep in the room that used to be mine. The vestiges of my childhood still adorn the walls… framed posters of some European footballers, my badminton racquet, the study table where I laboured for ages over the Unitary method. Its almost like stepping back in time… as the cliche’ goes.

Its been six years since I left my home.. first for studies and now the job, but every trip back home drenches you with memories. The last time I left my home.. I had still been the typical student. A backpack on my back and little cash in my pocket…and yes, all the bloody time in the world. Now, it will be a bit different. Cannot wait to take my old friends out on a treat.. for the first time on MY money… or make an offering at that dear old temple beside the river Gomti…

Guess nostalgia is a pleasure best enjoyed with someone who shares those memories… else it becomes a ramble…

Comments from the past:
mls
23 Mar 2005, 11:52am

Home is where many restless hearts find peace! Funnily its the beginning and also the end of a journey.

— A dialogue in some movie …just remembered it.

Nice post and nicer blog 🙂

Ashish
23 Mar 2005, 1:43pm

Hmm; so does it mean that quest for peace ends where it actually began?
Anyway, thanks for the compliment ! Really means a lot…

syko_ceramic
23 Mar 2005, 10:35pm

interesting!

a symbi guy too, out here on the blogs.
lemme say wat evry1 else is sayin…wonder how i missed this one :p

duly bookmarked.

peace.
syko.

I am leaving Hyderabad.

Before we get married, both my fianc饠and me are taking transfers to Pune? the only place where our respective companies intersect. To be honest, it hurts. For the last eleven months I had been, well almost, a Hyderabadi.

Hyderabad? is like an old shoe? it is comfortable, familiar, fits you just right and you really do not want to ever get rid of it?.

What a place, what a darn good city?. The food, the people, the huge Chiranjeevi posters, the Irani Chai, the Osmani Biscuits, The chicken biryani, the haleem at Ramadan, The Golkonda sound and light show, the recitals at Taramati Baradari, the dosa seller on a bicycle at the tank bund, the Birla temple?.. the Hussain Sagar and an evening just sitting at Eat-Street.. overlooking the water?.

The hours of browsing at Walden?s, the Book Market at Abids on Sunny Sunday Afternoons?. The Lion King on Imax?. The Guitar Shops on SD Road? the rocky terrain at Kondapur, the Marble figurines at the Birla Temple? that crowd of people, talking into cell phones?. Marveling at a clock made centuries ago at the Salarjung.

The Jooti shops at Charminar? displaying rows and rows of colorful shoes? the air permeated with the small of shoe-wax?

The pink chunks of watermelon, sitting on translucent white slabs of ice? the Golden borders of Silk Sarees? housed in the showrooms the size of aircraft hangars,?..chrome yellow autos with green seats and blue ribbons?.

The evening when me and her were caught unawares by a shower of rain beside the Hussain Sagar? or the day when we had that fabulous party at Alankrita Resort.

The night when a very drunk me sang ?When you say nothing at all? at the TDS Karaoke? my last landlord who offered me a plate of kebabs on Eid?

My first job and hell?. My first salary?. …

The day I discovered the Price of a diamond ring? and still convinced myself to buy it !

The day my father and me discovered that dingy little kebab shop at Charminar? and proceeded to make the most of it.

Memories, memories and yet, some more…

My connecting with Hyderabad is not yet over? the division I work for in my company is headquartered in this city? however, come next week, I will no longer have a correspondence address here.

?Random Ramblings? will continue, just that the rambler is moving on?.

Comments from the past:

drp
20 Apr 2005, 7:30pm

all ze very best in this leg of your life’s journey..:) hope you have just as much of everything nice as you’ve had so far…:)

have fun mayte..keep rambling..:D

once a hydi, always a hydi..:D

Payne

It?s a beautiful day today at Hyderabad? the clouds, the breeze.. sort of hinting at an impending monsoon. The weather makes me so reminiscent of Kumaun.

I did my engineering from a college situated in a Himalayan Valley in Uttaranchal.

Heard of names like Nainital, Almora, Ranikhet? ? well Dwarahat lies in District Almora?. and to describe its location? the hill station of Ranikhet adorns the top of the mountains.. Dwarahat lies in the valley beneath.

I arrived at the engineering college ( A Government College? then a part of Uttar Pradesh), a bit sad at taking admission in one of the lesser known institutes of the state, quite scared of being ragged to death by my seniors and somewhat sentimental at the thought of being away from home for the first time in my life.

The first glimpse of the place was heartening enough?. A sprawling campus, so green that it seemed unreal. Pine trees, a winding road, terraced fields, a small temple, the ubiquitous Kumauni women, the Silver glinting as they worked the fields? and to top it all, a river ran through it. Well not exactly a river, but a small stream.

The next few months were filled with?me being ragged, us freshers sitting together in rooms waiting for the seniors to some on their midnight calls, mass exodus for our homes and eventually the Freshers Night. Five months into the college, finally the ragging came to an end.

The most enduring memory about my college for me was that no two sunsets were ever alike? something was always different? the colors, the sky ? something changed every time.

Anyway, I think I am rambling again?

This post is really meant to be , about the Rains in the hills? and trust me.. it rained a lot over there. There was no specific season for a rain drenched afternoon in Dwarahat? a perfectly sunny day could have turned into a wet and bitterly cold afternoon before you knew it.

It would rain in torrents, but the water would always drain away down the valley, making our small stream look almost, like a river for some time.

The surrounding mountains touched higher ground than the clouds themselves?. Sometimes you could see the cloud bank forming against a hill side.

We used to walk in the rains .. literally. Not caring about how cold it was, and that we really did not have another pair of jeans for the classes tomorrow. We walked along the college roads? and being a small guy, I had more than my share of being dunked in ditches full of rain water.

Almost every walk concluded at Negi Ji?s dhaba at the college gate? Ginger Tea, Hot Chicken on fluffy rice, or the local speciality ?Bhutua? ( Chicken mince spiced like there is no tomorrow !!)? and there we sat? for hours on end. Sometimes the silences interspersed with a Jalebi or two.. Sometimes embroiled in a never ending game of carom?

The days it rained, the nights were so cold that a window left open was perceived as the most heinous crime that could have been committed by a room mate. Room heaters, the most essential article in our possession, doubled as the sole source of heat, and also, the only way we had hot milk, or steaming Maggi at night. Nestled in blankets, attempts to study had always been futile, our eyes drooping before we knew.

As I sit today, I my own fabric covered cubicle, I wonder if its raining today in Dwarahat.

Yes, today morning?. The Hyderabadi weather took me back to that valley in the Kumaun hills.

Comments from the past:

Jaan
15 Apr 2005, 4:00am

How wonderful to discover your blog ~ I found myself going back and reading each and everyone of your earlier posts! WOW. Thanks for making my day 😀 Btw, my cousin married a Tamil Iyengar Brahmin guy and they are doing fine. Hope you like sambar 🙂

Ashish
15 Apr 2005, 8:48am

Hey Thanks… and as far as Sambar is concerned, I believe its an acquired taste… though i have not really been able to appreciate it even after being in Southern India for almost a year now !!!

Radhika
16 Apr 2005, 9:55pm

I love the way you write…really.I am right there with you, going thru ur experiences, when i read your piece. And am not saying this because i love you. Is it possible to be jealous & proud at the same time…? 🙂

Ashish
17 Apr 2005, 4:32pm

THAT fellow bloggers, was Radhika making her debut on my blog… anyway, she is here to stay… in more ways than one.

Jaan
18 Apr 2005, 10:17pm

How cuuuuuuute! You both are just awwwwwwwwww! Welcome to FHBlogs.

Slats of sunlight, swaying as the palm fronds they filtered through, creating a dream-like quality in a very real world. Juhu was crowded even at seven in the morning?. with the all the regular suspects occupying their regular places??.

The mandatory tourist family frolicking in the toxic sea waters, while the regular Mumbaikars gazed sagely from their perches well away from the waves, the beggars harassing the Firang couple with expensive cameras? the enterprising chai-wallas with their makeshift kiosks, the health-freaks furiously pacing the length of the beach, having just alighted from their chauffeur driven cars, impatient to finish of their mandatory stretch and zoom off again in the Mumbai traffic?.

We took off our shoes and walked in the sand? and joined the legions of a million others who believe they invented companionship. The waves lapped at our feet, and for some moments we refuse to imagine that they carried anything other than sea-water!!

It felt good though, the breeze from the Arabian Sea offsets the damp humidity Mumbai builds around you. The wet sand feels cool as you trudge your way through?. And a cup of milky sweet tea once you get tired of walking, heavenly.

Early in the morning, Mumbai, with all its maze of local trains and swarms of people? seems to be so far removed from that glistening beach. We left a bit early, before the Juhu Beach market could rouse itself from its slumber and the cries of the Pav-bhaji vendors shattered the morning peace?.. Carrying with us, the memory of a solitary moment stolen from a crowded metropolis…

We studied in an old old school in Lucknow, so old that the scratches on the wooden desktops were probably made by our grandfathers in knickerbockers. We had been a group of around 90 boys? divided neatly into three sections ( A, B & C ) and five houses ( No I will not name them)? when were ushered amidst tears and farewells to our first day at school.

Over the years to come, several left, many more joined us? but there was our group of around 30 odd boys.. who never really left Colvin ( That?s the name of the school). And, we 30 really took pride in being the ?Originals?.. so much so that anyone who had ever seen the insides of any other school? was deemed a little less ?Colvinian?.. Guess we must have been one the stupidest bunch of snobs around.

Anyway, so most of us classmates, not all of us friends obviously managed to finish off our twelve years of schooling and pushed off to wherever our destinies took us.

Its been 8 years since I passed out. I had gone home for Holi this month, after years I was there in the same colony where I grew up. Little did I know, that I was not the only one.

Twenty three, yes, that was the number of my class mates who met up at Lucknow this Holi. It was unbelievable, improbable, unplanned and simply wonderful.

For a day we were all back in school, arguing over long lost cricket matches and long forgotten girlfriends. A guy who I shared my lunchbox with now runs a huge textile business, a couple of them were completing their MDs, most like me, were already entrenched in the 24×7 schedule. A guy who is now a Captain in the army, turned out to be posted in Hyderabad for more than a year?. We had never been really thick in school, but have met almost every evening since we have returned from Lucknow.

It is almost magical, the way some feelings remain the same. It?s a bit of a shock when you realize that the guy you threw spitballs at is now a grown up man? but then?. So am I ?.

Comments from the past:
chotacyrus
5 Apr 2005, 10:00pm

Just as I was thinking’Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be’,I stumble upon your post and trust me,it really made me nostalgic.:D good post m8.

I mean what more can I guy want. I wanted to be an engineer and I became one. I wanted to study business and went to one of the finer colleges in the country. Fell madly in love with a batchmate and asked her to marry me…… and she agreed. Guess thats when things became decidedly hot for me. Not that I mind being married in the next three months ( she also read this blog you see)… but its the thought of it all happening a bit too soon. Last year, in March… I had been happily dozing in classes.. day dreaming. The longest term my plans had ever spanned never went beyond the current evening out in Pune !

A lot has changed since…. well a bit of background. I am a northindian she is not. She is a brahmin I am not. I am a non vegetarian she is not. She is lovely and I am scared.

Well… for a long time I pestered her to broach the subject with her family. How pompous I had been…. full of bravado. A week before my birthday… she actually told her dad. So.. I spent my birthday weekend sitting in a Volvo… dozing all the way to Mumbai, and eventually found myself facing my own FIL ( thats father-in-law)

And since then… life has not been the same again. Its bad to have in-laws at 25… even potential ones. More so… if your marriage has become a definite date rather than a remote distant probability.

Now I seem to hold back on that third Large one at the pub…. sort of brings a contemplative mood in cigarette smoke. I always planned to buy a car before I married… wanted one of those ‘Lamba’ wala models… now that the decision is 90 days away.. guess will setlle for an Alto. My beer belly is troubling me now.. I have been told that you wear only a Dhoti when they marry you off the Tamil way…. and there I will be… my private rotundity exposed to the world.

Suddenly, my carefree spending is not so carefree anymore.. the prospect of flying bothways for my honeymoon seems quite daunting…. honestly… I hate the fact that my singlehood so treasured is about to end… and trust me so does my fiancee.

Well marrying your best friend can be a fine motivation indeed… but here is a passing toast to all that had been.. but would never be again… Cheers !!

Comments from the past:
Portuguese Man-Of-War
17 Mar 2005, 6:00pm

Nice blog. Wonder how I missed it.

Ashish
17 Mar 2005, 7:15pm

Thanks a lot man !

arun chandra
17 Mar 2005, 9:36pm

afeter eating a substandard, brahminical keema kaleji, i was thinking, about morning …and suddenly i read your article….this is more than the sweet dish (which the host, so cunningly did not serve)…pyaar to you chottu

Jaszalcatraz
19 Mar 2005, 11:51am

Congrats. Someday (not in the near future) I want to be doing what you are.

Ashish
23 Mar 2005, 10:55am

Well Jaszalcatraz , all the best for the same.. May the Force be with you.. till then Cheers !