In pursuit of a Prince (Chapter 1)

Ever since she could remember, she always figured her husband would be like one of those guys you see in American movies. Charming, suave, well spoken, well groomed, tall. Handsome wasn’t necessarily on the list but well-groomed, well-spoken and charming trumps good looking any day. She’d daydream about him brewing coffee in the morning; making breakfast on weekends, even cooking on weekdays sometimes. An Indian girl’s American dream! Oh wow! More than anything else, it was the cooking she really looked forward to. It wasn’t as if she was a bad cook or an inexperienced one, quite the contrary but she just liked the idea of being cooked for. A dream of sorts for her, we could say. So she dreamed and dreamed and dreamed about her perfect man and his amazing cooking skills or atleast the idea of him. After all, a girl can dream, can’t she?

As it is in all Indian households, when she was old enough (atleast by their perception) to get married, her parents began looking for alliances. They weren’t closed minded people, oh no they most certainly were not! They, in fact kept asking her if she had a special someone in her life. She kept responding “No yet”. She said she was waiting..waiting for ‘The One’. She told them that she wasn’t going to go looking for him but she would sit back and let him find her. She was convinced that match making activities and online marriage portals wont lead her to him. He was going to carve the path that would lead to her. She had convinced herself that this was how it was meant to be. But you can’t really explain concepts such as these to Indian parents, can you? So what do you do? You give in and you hope that they inadvertently end up creating the bridge that will lead Him to find you.

Being caring and loving parents that they were they listened to her entire monologue on finding The One. They contemplated and subsequently confirmed that she did in fact want to get married, but her reassurances just confused them more. But she said, she wanted somebody who could cook. Parents being parents, they didn’t think it was as critical a criterion while selecting a possible husband for their precious darling. And I mean come on! What are you even supposed to say? “Our daughter won’t marry you unless you cook?” That would just sound like our daughter can’t cook. People will just think we didn’t teach her anything. She will come across as spoilt. We can’t risk that! Oh no no no!

So they searched and they met and they introduced their darling to several lovely boys, but she didn’t show too much interest. She returned from each meeting with a new deal breaker every time. The first one was too obsessed with his work; the next one was too obsessed with his looks. The third one seemed to love boys more than girls, and the fourth one smelt funny. The fifth, sixth and seventh were either too educated, too laidback or still connected to his parents with an umbilical cord of sorts. No! No! No! This was not working and she did not want to do it anymore. None of them were right and none of them were Mr.Right. The one she was looking for was just lost, needle in a haystack…you think? Her parents thought it best for her to find somebody on her own. Disappointment turned into sadness and soon depression, and bordered on thoughts like maybe she was being way too picky than was acceptable, maybe she didn’t know what it meant to recognize somebody for their inner beauty? Maybe she didn’t even know what went into deciding what was right for her in terms of a partner? Nobody trained her on the art of selecting a life partner, so how could she possibly be expected to know? There needs to be a rule book on things like this!! Ugh..!! But even amongst all these depressing thoughts, there was one underlining feeling, actually more of a faith now that you think of it. Faith that made her believe, that she was going to find him. He’s literally right around the corner, and when she finally meets him, she’ll recognize him for who he is: The One.

To be continued…



Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning!

I am not a morning person! Not in the least! And you know how they say opposites attract? Well that can be a pain in your neck sometimes, because my husband is a morning person. I don’t just mean “a-regular-start-your-day-on-a-good-note-in-the-morning” kinda person, NO!!! He is a “the-sun-is-going-to-rise-in-10-minutes-and-I-really-can’t-wait-to-bask-in-the-amazingness-of-the-sunrise” kinda person.

I mean he wakes up ridiculously early, and goes for a run and when he returns, he is almost always in a freakishly good mood, full of energy, ready to make coffee and breakfast. I love him, I really do but I cannot be so bright and sunny in the morning, especially not on an empty stomach.

I am always hesitant to start my day in the morning and I don’t know how many times I have actually prayed for an entire day to be skipped 😦

But, I grudgingly get out of bed with lots of encouragement from my husband (God Bless him!)

But it’s technically NOT a “Morning” for me unless I have a plate of yummy food in front of me 🙂



And it becomes a “Good Morning” when I have a cup of coffee before going to work.. And I’m ready to start my day 🙂




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I recently developed a curious interest in this song- “Radioactive“. The more I listen to it the more it grows on me. Apparently considered the “biggest rock hit of the year” this song has an apocalyptic theme. Recorded by Las Vegas band Imagine Dragons, the music has some really nice undertones of electronic and some fantastic cryptic lyrics. 🙂
I like the way Imagine Dragons has tried to go with the alternate meaning of the apocalypse. It’s personally, one of the more interesting conversations I like to indulge in. Upon research I came to find that the Mayan version of the “end of the world” or the “apocalypse” was not LITERALLY the end of the world and all life. It could just have easily meant “End of the world as you know it“. That inspires further digging, to understand what could the phrase end of the world as you know it, mean???

It could be the upturn of our lifestyle, it could be the change in our views, perhaps a change in our beliefs, religious or moral. Perhaps the discovery of a new God, or the break down in the value of a currency. Perhaps even the discovery of more oil? Anything is possible! All of these things could effectively alter the way we think or the way we live. In either, situation, our life will have significantly changed. 😐

The best and perhaps the most logical thing to adequately explain the end of life as we know it could be a revolution. Imagine Dragons has managed to draw parallels of a revolution with the apocalypse. The sublime synonymity is fantastic and may not be fully understood by everybody even though ID actually (and very bluntly indeed) used the word “revolution“.

Even though they are an alternative rock band, I haven’t paid much attention to their music till I heard “Radioactive“. I sat up, I noticed and they now have a follower in me. Billboard magazine’s “Breakthrough Band of 2013” I’ll be waiting for more great music interwoven with fantastic lyrics.

Make sure you guys listen to this track once. Thanks for reading and please feel free to comment your views about the song and the concept Imagine Dragons chose to write about.

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By Imagine Dragons
I’m waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I’m breathing in…. the chemicalsI’m breaking in, shaping up,
then checking out on the prison bus
This is it…. the apocalypse
I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
I’m radioactive!!!
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
We’re painted red…. to fit right inI’m breaking in, shaping up,
then checking out on the prison bus
This is it…. the apocalypse
I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age
I’m radioactive!!!!!

All systems go, the sun hasn’t died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I’m radioactive!!!!
Continued Silence

Continued Silence