R-E-S-P-E-C-T

In our lives as single women, on the search of a the perfect man and then to become HIS perfect woman, we look at women in our lives who are comfortable in their relationship with their men.
What exactly is the cause of that comfort level, that respect which ensures a smooth relationship that defines myriad bouts of frequent temper, sole choice control and the reason for the utter devotion that would even shame a catholic!
A complete understanding of emotional blackmailing mixed with equal parts of complete surrender of your self in recognition of HIM.
Is this what I am supposed to transform myself to after I have found the man I am most compatible with. According to my D-bua YES. She not only has merged her identity with her husband, but is also programming her daughter-in-law to do the same. With her transformation underway, she has now set her eyes on me, the Bombay Girl who is in her house for three months. She has all the time in the world to fill my head with thoughts of what a woman's place in a marriage is to be like and how my manner of speaking, behaving and expression of thought should be curtailed because it doesn't suit the tempers of her GOD like male species in her house.
What she doesn't realise is that her 'wise words' reek of hypocrisy and the exhibition of the relationship between her daughter-in-law and her son, is reason enough for me to smirk at her every time she starts to talk about how nice it is they are happy because of her advice.
I may not be as 'happy' as them, but I assure you that mutual respect will occupy the top position in my relationship with my future husband along with love, trust and fidelity.
And I think we shall be alright even though my husband will have to put up with my independence and mood swings and thoughts because he chose me as his because of them :-)
X

No Sleep Tonight

I lay still on the bed, not even struggling. Just lying motionless on the mattress that I had laid down, directly under the fan, a necessity that would ensure a comfortable sleep from the Delhi summer heat at night.

Little did I know that it wasn't the heat that was going to keep me tossing all night, but rather the usual over speeding of thoughts that ran through my mind now, uninhibited and unstoppable.

There were thoughts of failure, what constitutes failing, what if people found out, then of society, my thoughts about society and people who judge(they can stick their views and opinions up their a#*!!), then just people, of finding the ideal boy, then right boy, then of friends, the close ones, the discrimination we make between our friends, then family, and how much family has done for me, and what I have done for family which bought me back to what I am doing now(waiting for a interview call !!) and this brings us back to the whole 'I hope I can live up to the expectations of me and my family, which leads us rightly back to 'what if I don't = failure.

No sleep tonight. (Damn it!!!)