Grand-parents.

After 8 months of quarantine, tons of emotional video calls, and endless cravings to eat my ammuma's (grandmother in Malayalam) sambhar rice with her homemade lemon pickle, we finally made it to their place.

The comfort, I mean Ahh. Right now. At this moment. Aren't you thinking of that special thing, I mean obviously apart from the number of fruits you are forced to eat? I really didn't have any motivation to write this blog because I wasn't feeling productive, nor did I have a specific topic in mind.

But like, Muft ka Gyaan. Very important in my blogs, I came across a new rant this time, just like when John casually a t t a c k e d me last time he proofread a blog post.

August 2019.

We celebrated our grandparents' 50th anniversary and my achacha's ( grandpa in Malayalam ) 80th birthday. We were really excited about the first-hand treatment we were going to experience during the function and don't get me started on the food that we could hog without judgment that too sitting on the front cushion couch. For a while, it was just like every other function, obviously quite an exciting one with regards to it being the first of its own, then the family reunion.

It is quite actually much more than that, 50 years sounds so, I don't know, it is just different every time you say it. Sometimes it is just too long to even be talked about and at times it's like this click, just like when you snap your fingers to show how fast life moves on. Yes that one, I hope you did, if not, you are not normal.

5 days passed after these celebrations and after hogging a countless number of fruits and vegetables with or without my choice and an extended stay at their place was really a roller coaster. So were the gossips.

Explaining my Nani why Bunny left Naina to chase his dreams and how breakups hurt, turned out more difficult than making her understand Candy Crush, just so you know, she's on level 747364, send in requests y'all.

Breakup? What would I know about it? Is it necessary to feel it multiple times to make sure what you are feeling should be what you should feel when you are going through it? It's complicated pro max 128 GB. I was 17 when I broke up. and I was 18 and a half when I mentally broke up. It took 1 and a half years more. After reading this John concludes, that I will drag my ex-relationship corpse everywhere.

Whilst I wonder how difficult life is because of the excessive amount of projects that I am doing right now, I also witness ammuma talking about life so easily while being married to somebody 8 years older, having 3 kids, having no income at times, with a daughter eloping away and the other one marrying a younger one and one who still hasn’t married yet. Did I mention that she hates the concept of love marriages?

YES, I do fight with her all the time with the need of wanting to bash the orthodoxy out of her system, but it just ends with me thinking that she might bash out the gen-z in me. Bitching is probably the only thing we agree on, but do not bitch, or talk about somebody in such a harmful way that the person in front can start to self-doubt.

With time, I need people including me at times to understand the point, when the Father of our Nation, Mahatma Gandhi said, "Live and let live" it wasn't just for the Britishers or the people who fought for our freedom, or just that era, it was for the world. Don't ask me the point of the whole blog, I may just want to rant as John said, or maybe just put out something on the internet like millions of others, or maybe just tell you that stay with your grandparents, eat the fruits, get vanilla ice cream because they like it the old way.

Listen to them when they ask you to do an arranged marriage, do a little less bitching, or maybe try getting bothered by the bitching because when things change outside you, things change inside you.

"IT" S YOUR LIFE, DON'T LET PEOPLE MAKE YOU FEEL GUILTY FOR LIVING IT YOUR WAY"

Until Next time,

XOXO, Aarya.