Aishwarya Rao
There is something queasy about coming back home to India. It is not the scorching heat outside, the mangled traffic on the roads or even the invisible odor that hovers around you throughout the day...It is the uncanny ability of people to impose their ideas and opinion on you. In the past week alone there have been moments, moments where I have wanted to scream in rage and wondered if I had the jutsu to inflict similar tortures on them. But of course I am an over-absorbing married woman that belongs to a middle class brahmin family. So it might be a better idea to wear my bindi and tolerate the claustrophobic company of presumptuous people...
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4 Responses
  1. Purni Says:

    Hey.. are you doing ok? Good to see a post from you after a long time. What are you upto now? Ping me if you want to scream and have a vent. :)

  2. Bhavini Says:

    In India, if not for anything advices & suggestions are always free! You don't really have a choice, yes and sply if you are 'newly married" but i also don't agree to the idea of wearing bindi & tolerate company of presumptuous people.

  3. Ranjani Says:

    Well said, Aishwarya. In India, to be around the presence of family folks with intrusive is always best to reserve your thoughts to yourself than to get on their bad side.

    This is actually the first time I am reading your blog....simply amazing. Obviously, have just started the reading.....hope to find time to get to some parts everyday!

  4. Thanks Ranjani