Words, promises and silences(Changing times-P 14) - Page 10

Ohh GOD , NICKNAMES🤣 (Chunnu, POCHOO,)😆

Wow!

i love this guy sam and the name he has kept for his girl

Am i the only one who didn't understand who Sam's friends J and D were? D toh I still can make a guess. Who is J now?

Originally posted by: .Maggie.

Am i the only one who didn't understand who Sam's friends J and D were? D toh I still can make a guess. Who is J now?

Originally posted by: Susegad

Oh yeah I completely forgot that I wanted to know this too.

I don't know who D is either😕

I was assuming they would be man's best friends
Mr. Jack and Mr. Daniels 😆

Sheeshji do correct me if I am wrong 😃

Originally posted by: dqno1

I was assuming they would be man's best friends
Mr. Jack and Mr. Daniels 😆

Sheeshji do correct me if I am wrong 😃

Wat an entry. Sheesh is back on the forum. 😛

WOW!! I loved sam's reply...it was cool...😃

Sheesh... you came, you read, you commented and then you wrote!!! It all felt like a dream to see the Jaguar back! Truly happy for you... Shaadmani (Khushiyaan) Mubarak🤗.. Mishti Love.

Nisha Ji, Aap mera Intezaar kar rahe ho🤗! After I read that I am actually scared!

I Just typed up my stupidly different response in my lunch hour today... I don't want to disappoint you but I know I don't have the Shakespearean power in me to write so well. So, I am just going to say... if you may, read at your will- I will be honoured.😳

Sheesh, when I first thought of a response after seeing Avi's, I thought to myself.. Avi has surprassed all excellence of writing a letter of such great love from The Maan Singh Khuraana we all can't get enough of! And then Shikha somehow made these simple letters of expressions which we all so well connected to, now a thing of another age, when she with ingenious added an unexpected response'. I then for the life of me knew that I can never write a letter that would remotely sound like that written by opposite side of our gender, and knew that probably if you would, you really could! And You have... Sameer's letter just made me double up and laugh so much, I actually miss the whacky and jalebi you! There is no need for this Sameer to Impress MSK, he in all his glory will happily give away his daughter to a guy who can make her laugh half the time; and the other Love ...hehee.⭐️

Shikha, since you invoked this thought in my mind, so this is for you primarily and then equally for all you loving commenters, who so well write, read and spread your magic on all us awed readers!

My Dearest soon-to-be Bahu-Bhabhi

I really can't trust my Jhalla little brother to write a response that is equally befitting or to even include the letter R of romance. I still wonder how this seedha sadha tambu happened to trap a Theeki but Mishrii kudi like you - Babaji ki lakh mehr hain humare aane waale khaandan par!

Besides the valid reason above, I saw Meer marching up and down the balcony trying to conjure a response which could impressively take on this Mount Everest challenge of reaching your parent's standards. You might have figured by now, that this Seedha looking ladka is the biggest Jalebi' inside and is right now probably penning down ways of buttering you up to find ways of impressing Khuraana Uncle. And, so I felt the need to put a few words of promises in places where Sameer's Male-words' and silences fall short.

After playfully snatching your letter off Sameer's hands and reading about your parents. I am joining this 'fan-girling' club with you. Haaaye, don't we all wish for such completeness, this compatibility; to wish love speaks for itself in those actions and to let its sweetness balm the bitter pains of compromises.

Unlike your mother and in the ways of those days, there is neither a need to seek for acceptance nor the assurance of being accepted in your family here. The surety of your need here is felt far stronger than you would know. Chutki and I bug Meer every other day to bring you over to our place after his day of work but the nakrebaaz he is, says that once you come here as the Bahu of his nawaabi' Khandaan ,we can spend all the time we want with you and so let him enjoy his numbered days of courtship!

Honestly, I am not quite sure why I am writing this letter to you. Those insecurities that were felt by your mother are different to yours. You saw a bare side of her, which she then clothed in love of her husband. But I want to let you know of something, to share a muse with you which might let you come to better terms with the compromises a woman makes.

The expectations from a 25 year old woman of that generation to ours, has not changed much. Honestly! It hasn't. You are still expected to marry, rear a child, shoulder responsibilities equal to your husband. If not by your 25^th year then very soon ; well definitely before you hit the big 30 figure! But what's different is freedom!

Freedom, what is Freedom? The power or right to act, speak or think as one wants. The state of not being imprisoned or enslaved.¹

The freedom of choice and speech for a woman to choose a spouse based on her expectations, to live a life on her on terms, disassociated from any obligations. That's the freedom that we women of this generation have been given, well some...not all! (You recently heard the Hoshiarpur case of a young girl obliged to get married by her family, then left stranded and betrayed by her estranged imposter husband on the airport en route to Canada!)

But would your mother have been happy if the freedom to not marry and travel the world was given to her? Yes, for sure! But, for how long, is the real question. Remember that song...

Kaisi teri khudgarzi, Na dhoop chune na chhaaon
Kaisi teri khudgarzi, Kisi thor tike na paaon
Ban liya apna paigambar,Tar liya tu saat samandar
Phir bhi sookha mann ke andar
Kyun reh gaya'2

She would have enjoyed the free-will for a while, and then missed the roots which seeded those growths of obligations out of love. Which kept her will grounded and even felt her left broken inside, when all she really was, was adhoori inside. The vows of marriage tied her life in a bow tie with her other half. Gave her a chance to understand:

Bandishein-e- zindagi bhi achi hoti hain kabhii;

Kantoun main hi Gul-e- mohabbat khil tey hai sahii

This closure that you searched for, and found in the elegant scrawl of your father, says it all. When the choice of freedom is not given by others, life gives it you in more beautiful ways than you ever know. Your father gave your mother this freedom to love and be loved; unbounded and unreserved.

You see, freedom is not just the choice to live your way, but it comes in the life you make in the compromises that has been made, in the pain that has been given to you. (That young girl from Hoshiarpur didn't bow down but stood up against her family, to bring the perpetrator to the courts of justice. Out of the betrayal given and the freedom taken from her, she still chose the freedom to rear the life inside her! - This is freedom).

Your mother might have thought herself as not selfless but spineless or a coward to say no to her parents when she was still averse to the concept of marriage herself. And yet she selflessly and selfishly chose her life.

As a woman of this generation, I stand parallel to where your mother stood once, waiting to become complete one day when that person comes by to make me his( Romanticism of the moment my dear Bhabhi!)

Yes, I stand alone here with choice.

The choice to see Meer and Chutki make their lives. To show those who didn't stand by us then that we have the same Yodha blood as of our mother who was once known as the Jodha of our Nanihaal. To give the same weight to the identity our Daijaan gave us by making sure Jodha Khan Fabrics' reaches new heights of success.

If Daijaan was with us, she would have asked for your hand in her old Nawaabi ways. But seeing those loved filled dreams in your eyes and anticipation of a happy-go-lucky freestyle of a life ahead in the eyes of your chosen man:

I stand at your threshold; with what little resemblance of a family we are, asking for your hand for my brother and arms open wide awaiting your arrival.

By the way, I haven't told Sameer that I have written a something for you, in response. So let the time tick tock on the clock and let him match your crazy head and whacky mind, as he should attribute them humbly to himself for even considering reaching the standards of the greats of Khuraana Uncle and Geet Ma (no pun intended).

Sincerely,

Your ever young Saas and Buddi Badi Nand!

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1. http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/freedom - Googled Freedom meaning

2. http://www.lyricsmint.com/2013/04/kabira-yjhd.html - Kabira Lyrics