an observation

a wedding has begun..

not in an oh-no-not-another-one! state of mind..
[though our cup HATH runneth over this year with a triple whammy of weddings thus far, and a redo of nuptials for me this december..].

the nousheen, being a first cousin, is being sent aways to her new homes.. to a boy from srinagar.. to a boy she is smitten with, and who smitts her back in return.. a sweet li'l innocent louwe story that dates back,oh... 6 years now!
he being a distant relative on her paternal side.. they must have grown up together with all cousins and at the regular home-stead..

we kashmiris have a strange way with family.. in that we're always stuck together.. adhesive as hell. the whole jing-bang and accessories.. that means at least 4 khaalas [maasis], 2 maamus, 3 chachas, an assortment of puphis and various other glitterati.. along with their kids. its funs like no other. chuddybuddies fromm childhood up.. also, it turns out that we're all very family-centric at the end of the day.. i mean, when u have the populace of a small township as kith and kin, you dont really need to socialise with outsiders that much. so the kids are left alone to grow up wild and tough in each others company.. the elder cousins look after the little ones..
and.. heres where things get interesting...

older cousins, teens and grown-ups, with no other social outlet become darn chummy with each other, see? what good friends we be, how-well-we-understand-each-other, corny jokes and card games... from there on it sometimes moves on to furtive glances, private grins, corner of the eye observations.. and the clincher!!! MOOD SWINGS!! unexplained at that. in a word,very very oft, we have sweet little romances blossoming on various distant branches of the same family tree!! wah, what a metaphor.

not to say that this is what always happens, but its pretty special. extremely cute. if i were an athropologist, methinks id be straining at my leash trying to get right into the heart of a kashmiri clandom.
what knowledge, what gems, what pearls of wisdom...!!

aw shaddup already, saba.
im taking a bow
godspeed....

ps:[when i didnt know any better a few many years ago, i used to think Godspeed was a super special turbo mode for car racing.. sigh. one better than SuperScorcher-speed even!]

oh well.

up and at 'em, face!

the calm before the storm has passed..
stormy is raging away... as always, in that quirky fashion of his where he deems it below himself to bark at strange looking strangers,but instead, takes immense pleasure in scaring the smithereens out of poor little cats and mice and such like creatures, unfamiliar to his kind.
shameless,i say..


but but but, so long as hottie is chomping away again, and his coat is doing its shny show again,all is well in this world.

yip...!

my mutt and me

a sad day
a dreary day

poor storm is feeling .. errr... a bit under the weather..
mins to say,
droopy lids,
tired little mug
tragic magic sad looks
and nary a word of complaint..
aww shucks.

ray of hope.. he sipped on milk yesterday, after 2 days of fasting. methinks he's taking this religious fervour thingy with ramadan a bit far.

take care of u, hotcrossbuns.
i will anyway.

hotdammit!!!@!#@#$@!!!

mins like, a venting of emotions..
im trying to wash out my potty-mouth and never use swear words again.. tee heee.. i mean, except for when im really riled..
[and also as vell 'damn', 'dammit', 'hotdammit', 'pissed', 'stuppidd', 'idiot', 'shutttupyourmouthok' and such like dont count as cusswords. i can use them].
also, this does not mean that i dont appreciate the appropriate use of cuss words and other such satisfying outlets for venom when done in a classy and tasteful manner.. cf: Vernon God Little.. whattabook!
lovely lovely and aslo lovely. i mean, of course not in a make-you-feel-good, warm and fuzzy inside sort of way, but in a way that we sorts like it..
boomsa, will try and post it to you. dont buy it yet, i have a nice new copy for thee.

uh oh, i must aways..

and boomsa said...

that i was a saab, and shite!!! how did u know that, luv..
lemme share childhood dreams with furrsons.. we had a gorgeous, and i mean this in the extremest sense of the word... GORGEOUS Saab, back when i was still in 3rd or 4th grade.. a dull slate grey color, and it smelt and felt ... awesome..
and ever since then, i thot, this must be my car when im all big.
and then the anoo says im a saab and all seems fated right.
thwanx only.
sigh.

stuffy and nonsense

ugh..
what a god-awful feeling... i hab a code.. ids vedy disturbing.. mins to say, my head feels like a stuffed something or the other...
an impending implosion makes itself felt.. ye olde internal organs, beware.. as if people didnt think i was snotty enough earlier, i now have actual physical evidence of the same. eeeyuk.


the abovementioned horrific state of affairs has ensued on account of a rash and blink-and-u-miss-it trip to delhi, for nuptial shoppingses. that was the idea.. 3 days in a pleasant delhi for complete trousseau requirements.. all is hunky dory till day 3 when the saba feels squeamish and uneasy in the inner throat region of her anatomy. very crazy shooping for 12 hours plus a dash to various staions and whatnots, cannot and did not help matters...
upshot.. arrival in jmu with an unbalanced state of mind and very heavy suitcases. read as: sick to my stomach..

and that is how things stand today.. to make things better, [it never rains but pours!!], the weather's acting all adoloscency like..
mins to say, cant make up its mind whether it wants to stay a comfy fall,or turn into nail-biting-c-c-c-c-old winter already.. so we have a 2-faced clime to accompany my chills and, err... yes, it must be said, spills.. blanket-wrapping and sockses-tugging has begun in full earnest. life's a lark.
oh hedd..
thats id then. swimmy vision, and jaw-locking headache in tow,
i bid u
adieu..

*cchhhchchchchooo*
gesundheit.

of tomorrows and after

a month begins tomorrow.. no, im not speaking in tongues.
it would be in the lunar world that people would instantly jump up and say, " Oi! i know what she's getting at, the scarfy rascal..".
to release the immense pressure of 'not-knowing' that weighs on all ur shoulderses, the answer is.. Ramadan! yeahhh..

fasting feasting in the truest sense.. any delusions that the world has that we starve ourselves and reallly! how-do-they-do-it- yakitty-yak, doesnt apply.. we go the whole hog.
ahem.
cliches seem to be appearing. i must disappear.
*swoosh*

it happened one afternoon

squirt...
and it was a saba..!!
just and only the first time i have blogged. but more to come, or as the lovely stipes says,
SWEETNESS FOLLOWS.