Going forth, Happy Fourth!

Every year our wedding anniversary evokes different emotions in me. Which is weird? Or may be it is natural. In 2011, the year we got married, this date was waited for with a lot of excitement and anxiety. An year later, we couldn’t believe we had spent a whole year together already, as man and wife. There were hardly any change in our relationship. And for what it’s worth, it had only become better with the staying together part. By the second anniversary, things were more or less the same. We were working, and travelling.and pretty much living a life we had dreamt of, together.

But in the last 2 years, where we have carried and birthed a child and now parents to a 14 month old, we have changed. All our decisions are now centered around the precious little miss. I am no longer the one who is pampered silly by the husband. He is no longer the only one who makes my heart skip a beat.
We have started addressing each other as Mumma and Papa 🙂 But this is only the cute part of the change.

We have also become a little less patient with each other. We have become so much more opinionated. Our screaming matches have become more passionate. At heart, we are still the same people who want to live and love each other the way we did. But. Our priorities have changed a little bit. This one tiny creature in our life takes the cake for the change. She is so lively she fills our heart with pride. So is so naughty, she deprives us of all our energy, which basically makes us so cranky with each other. He thinks I love her more than him. I think he loves her more than me. We both know that’s true. But we don’t agree 🙂

The first year as parents is the toughest, I think, in every which way. But we are learning. Things are already beginning to fall back in the same place. We are getting back to becoming the couple that we were, before we became parents (only). So this post is a toast to this new beginning. Happy fourth, my dear 🙂

 

D decodes Dream Diary!

I have always wanted to write about my dreams. No, not the high flying ambitious kinds. But the one that take us to wonderland. I have weird dreams all the time. I guess that’s because I am a very light sleeper, to the extent of being an insomniac. Also, I have this habit of reading and watching TV right before I go to bed. What do they say about the relation between subconscious min and the dreams?

When I was younger, I always saw dreams where I was falling…sometimes from an airplane, sometimes from a really tall building. Many many years later I realized that they stemmed from my phobia of altitude. Then once, I read about a news item where a kid had drowned in an open manhole while returning home from school. I had many drowning dreams after this episode. I also have water phobia 🙁

But I had some really funny ones too. Once I had a dream where, as usual I was fussing over food. And then my mom threatened me that if I didn’t comply, she would send me to fight the India Pakistan war. In the next scene, I am at the terrace of my house, all alone from India’s side and there are 3 other Pak soldiers. In the end, I was stabbed to death. Lol. But I really end up laughing every time I remember this joke.

There’s another technical dream (for people who understand HTML). In my dream I wasn’t able to sleep and kept wondering why, even though I was quite sleepy. After a lot of troubleshooti g, I found out that I had not closed the sleep tag correctly, syntax error,you see {sleep} {sleep} 😀

Everytime I see a funny /dramatic dream, I want to write it down. I want to maintain a dream diary, but I am just too lazy for it. Do you have a dream diary?

 

Life – V2.1

Life ka version 2.1 is because I recently had a near death experience.
Went rafting with my sisters and jiju and hubby, over the weekend. And we were all first timers.
Let me describe the process for the benefit of the unadventurous lot like me who have never-been-there-and-done-it. 8 people go on an air filled raft, peddle the raft in calm waters and brave the monstrous waves that are encountered in the river on the way to destination. People supposedly get a high and feel adventurous when the waves rock your boat, and try to throw you into the icy cold waters but somwhow you ride the waves and survive it. Some people are pushed into water by the huge waves and enjoy it, others deliberately get down and have fun.
And there I am…. afraid of water, to the extent of being paranoid. And here again, I was (no prizes for guessing this) coaxed into doing this stupid activity by the ‘adventurous’ people around me.  Our adventure started when our raft-wallah decided to take only the four of us (me , my 2 sisters  n hubby..lets call them S1, S2 and H). The paddling was sad. We four were trying to do what ideally 8 people do. And when the rapids arrived, our boat rocked like a paper boat and warned of toppling over every now and then. We were thrown into our raft may a times but we somehow got through 3 major rapids. The fourth one was a monster though. In the middle of the rapid, a huge wave crashed into our raft from the right and the 2 people sitting on the right side were thrown on the opposite side. Before we had a chance to react, came another wave from the right, and all of us were thrown into the bottomless river. And what happened after this was nothing short of my nightmare come true.
We all fell down in the center of the rapid, unknown of the others. Later I came to know that S2 and H had fallen down together and had caught hold of the raft’s lifeline and moved out of the rapid together. S1 and I fell alone, holding hands of….hope. As soon as I tried to come up, our raft overturned by another wave hit me on the head and pushed me down furthur. Another wave swept me away in an unknown direction and other waves kept crashing and made sure I was under water. This continued for a good 20seconds before I began to reliase that I might never make it. The last time that i tried to come up….another huge wave crashed on me and water entered my mouth and I began to choke. After the last desperate and unsuccessful attempt, I had lost hope. All I had in my mind then was, “This is it. I guess this is how it ends. And this surely is my worst nightmare come true. All that ever happened ends right here. Why was I stupid enough to ever come here….” and darknes followed…..The next moment S1 pulled me out of water and I couldn’t believe my luck. I had been saved. We asked for help from passing by rafts. From there we saw S2 and H being pulled on to another raft. I heaved a sigh of relief. I was expecting a disaster. Fortunately my hopes were crashed.
Somehow finished the rest of our journey. Had drowning dreams for 2 days after that. Have resloved to learn swimming.
Before i sign off, 3 cheers for version 2.1. Hip hip hurray. Hip hip hurray. Hip hip hurray.