Oh No! My dream come true!!!

I always dreamt of a particular kind of person as my husband. I prayed for him to manifest in my life as soon as possible. I had desired him to be strong, intelligent, understanding, cultured, worthy of respect and a lot like me in most of the aspects. I prayed so fervently for him that I forced the universal Law to manifest 'My Husband' in my life. When I first met him, I didn’t realize he was "The One". He was an ordinary looking person with eyes gleaming with mischief and joy. Later it was revealed to me in the most miraculous ways that Gomzi was everything I wanted. He was intelligent, understanding, cultured and worthy of my respect as well as his friends'. But I also found out that this man was "a lot like me in most of the aspects"!!!! Its funny how God gives you EXACTLY what you want as if I wished to a genie!!!

If I was a hot tempered girl who had keenly learnt the art to remain calm and composed, my husband was (err....still is) a hot tempered man who's keen to learn how to control his freaking nerves. If I was known as "Gajjini" (Ms. Forgettable) in my friend circle, Gomzi is the Mr. Forgettable Sr. He forgets even the big-big happenings in his (our) life!!

If I love music and want my playlist to represent my personality, he loves music so much that he can edit even MY playlists by adding his numbers so that it represents OUR personalities!

Now... one thing I NEVER thought would manifest in my life was the fact that he LOVES me sooooooooooooooooooooo much that at times I am ashamed of not being able to love him as properly. His is an unconditional sort of love. No matter how I look, what I do, where I am he always loves me. He considers us as one body-one mind-one soul! I mean...... all that I could fathom about love was the cliché "two in body one in mind" philosophy. But his ideas are much more supreme and flabbergasting!

So now..... His things are mine.....and ....mine.....are his. After all ... we are ONE! His perfumes are mine...and.....my laptop... (sheesh) is his. His towel is mine and my slippers are his!!! His muscle pain is mine and my weight problem is his. His disciplined ideals of life are mine and my creative abstractness is his. His organizational skills are mine and my innovative cookery skills are his. (I wonder who gets the credit where!!) His praise is my praise and my shame is his. His anger is my problem and my carelessness is his. His awkward dressing sense is my lack and my dull pastel color choice is his lack!

Its funny how marriage makes a cocktail of the couple!

But to come to think of it. Isn't marriage all about becoming one? A man and woman metamorph into a pheonix giving rise to a new generation! each teaches the other essential lessons of life. They bring together their personal experiences and guide each others process of evolution into a self actualised mortal. And this is not just a philosophy or a belief. Its a Fact. It may take life times before we reach Buddhahood but one thing is sure, during the journey, we will always find our spouse to be our strongest guide....

and if you pray hard....... your guide aka life partner ..... will turn out to be just the way you want it........................ and if you continue praying... you will not regret wanting it........

:)

This thing called Husband....

When men say that women can’t do anything straight I feel like doing two things. 1, Give them a good whack on their face and 2, let them meet my husband! "Marriage works on mutual understanding", says my Father-in-law. The wife is not only supposed to feed her tired husband but also provide nutrition to his tired mind. A man goes through a lot in the entire day. He has to deal with people who don't understand him, people who can’t understand his position in the office, people who can’t say two good things to him when he is done something he is proud of and deal with N number of men who only criticize him for all his goof ups and silly decisions. He has to control his emotions seeing people who can't drive properly and control his sperm when he sees that the stupid driver is a hot babe. There is so much he has to go through in the entire day!

A woman on the other hand has to only deal with two things: "they don't like what I am doing or what I am wearing" or " they don't understand I am so capable". Otherwise she doesn’t mind stupid drivers on the road, people who don’t understand her position in the office, people who think she is silly or even people who keep ogling when they see her. She KNOWS she is much better than all of these men and that there are MANY MORE IMPORTANT THINGS to look into and think about. Important things like: How much I can improve myself, how can I make my colleague feel nice and make him/her smile, how I can bring my thinking in accordance with my superiors and understand their point of view. Important things like how can I keep my things in place so I can get them back when I need them and how I can organize my home and family in such a way that neither feels neglected.

But at the end of the day both, man and woman, come home tired. Both want to retire and both want a nice glass of cold water or a cup of hot tea. They both require indulging in some leisure time. So the man switches on the TV and the woman.......well.... she wants to go have a hot water bath and sleep .....but..... she enters the kitchen..... because "who will make the hot cup of tea that we both want right now?" and then she has to do the laundry or else "what will you wear for tomorrow’s meeting?" and of course before the bath she also has to look into the fridge and see what vegetables are available for cooking for tonight's dinner. Meanwhile the man goes to the bedroom to change clothes or switches on his laptop to do some "important work"(read: facebook) or goes to the bathroom with his favorite book to sit for an hour on his "thinking seat" (read: flush pot).

But soon he discovers that his favorite sweat is missing or his laptop's charger is not on the table or the book he keeps in the 'book shelf' in the toilet is half wet! And here comes the bomb... "Honey!!! Can’t you ever do anything straight? Who told you to touch my clothes/laptop things/book????"

(sigh) the ever-so-wise woman simply stares at the guy. Takes out the sweaty sweat from the laundry bag/ takes out the laptop charger from the laptop carry case/ shows the man that the book is wet because he washes himself before he keeps the book back in the shelf and his dripping hands are the cause to the stagnated water on the shelf.

The man doesn’t understand. He still thinks the woman can’t do anything straight.

Meet my husband I tell all the Men. He understands me like I understand myself. He always knows where to find his sweats because he takes care of his clothes as if they were his own babies. He always knows where the laptop charger is because he doesn’t keep them anywhere but in the carry case. And books...... well he doesn’t read....

My husband comes home, takes off his shoes and helps me in the kitchen (because he thinks I take a long time to cook), he switches on the TV to watch a movie only when I am done with all the other chores... and he helps me do the laundry (well....because he thinks I am too forgetful to do so regularly). He even waters the plants so that I don’t talk to them and waste 10 minutes of valuable time. I get to lounge on a sofa every evening while he sweeps the floor because when I do it I often miss out some or another corner or miss a spot here or there.

hmmm...... I know all you women reading this post are probably indulging in some envious laughter. Envy because I get what you don’t. Laughter..... yess...... that's the plan my girls. DO YOU HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING RIGHT EVERYTIME?

Leave a little bit on them I say. What? What do you say? They are babies? Can't do anything by themselves is it???

LUCKY YOU!

You get to do important things at home! You get to be the boss and shout at him, nagging him on how kiddish he is!!! You get the "I am sorry" make-up sessions that I am deprived of!!!!

There is a bad side to having a husband who is independently perfect. He gets to be upset and tell the wife how incapable she is. He gets to crack silly jokes on her recently developed tires as an indication of her leisure time at home and supposedly "forced" labor time for the husband!!!

Well. Be happy all you women in the world. You have a husband who is not perfect!

Love

Love is an all encompassing phenomenon. It can engulf all the negativities around it and convert it into compassion and beautiful positivity. Love is the ultimate truth a human being requires to realise and practice......
(sigh)
My philosophical ponderings tend to betray me at times.

If love is all encompassing, and it can win all battles... why am I confused whom to marry?? Should I tie the nuptial bond with a man who accepts me for who I am and loves me despite my negativities or should I look for a man who is intelligent and with whom I can discuss all such philosophical stuff? Should I marry the one who is pure from his heart but does not have a good personality or should I hunt for someone who can manifest his true self on the outside and win other’s hearts with his wit and charm? Should I stay with the person who is the reflection of the sweet angelic side of me? Or should I try to find someone who is more assertive and strong headed?

I know once Love will prevail my heart will be free of doubts and my mind will break the chains of fear. But when I seem to know so much about Life, why can’t I seem to be firm in my intentions and thoughts and battle the world for what I believe is right? I know I have to fight the devilish functions in order to climb out of the steep ridges of life while on my way to reach the summit of Buddhahood. But what is stopping me from loving back a guy who is giving me so much? Is this protection from the Shoten Zenjins (the functions of life) or is it yet another trick played by my shrewd mind?

Hmmm......