THE CASANOVA’S WIFE
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This post is dedicated to my one and only loved ones so it deserves to be in Hindi..
Papa ka bin kahe khwaishein puri karna,
mummy ke haath ka khana,
dadi ke haath ka halwa,
dadaji ki yaadein,
kumar uncle ki kavita bhari baatein,
madhu aunty ke kisse,
sunny bhaiya ke palle practical hisse,
honey bhaiya se masti,
Isha bhabhi ke saath hasti,
Alisha bhabhi ke sang raatein kat ti,
krishna,Butterfly, Sanju, Pari mei meri saansein basti,
masi ka pyaar,
nanu ka dular,
mamiyo ki chatpati baatein,
bhai- beheno ki natkat sharartein,
vo kabhi na bhoolne vali himayatein
sab yaad aati hai ab vo
ghar ki baatein
door videsh mei na sathi koi,
bin kahe na sunta koi,
jhoot fareb ka pehra yaha,
ghar ke rishton jaisa ab
kaunsa dera yahan,
Ghar ki yaad aati hai
or aankhein nam kar jati hai,
jane vale to chale gye duniya se,
fir bhi unke yaadein reh jati hai ..
It took me 5 months to realise that writing confessions on my blog gives some sort of peace to me. My tired mind gets relaxed while writing it. The past two months have been a roller coaster ride. I hardly knew what the hell was I doing and where I was going. The non stop assignments, tests made me so busy that I didn’t even get a single minute to think like what the hell was I doing with my life.
The days in Canadian lifestyle have never been good for an immigrant. At times it is the never ending homesickness, the grief of losing your loved ones, the situations, managing finances, trusting wrong people and to add more, the jobless times. There are times when you feel homeless inspite of living in an apartment. Sometimes you are so alone in your class. You have a company of 39 more classmates still it feels lonely. Only at the time of in class you realise you have classmates as thats the time you talk to them.
In this one semester I guess I have lived those segments which I have never went through in my past 21 years. I ended up meeting wrong people at wrong time and made mistakes which could have avoided. I won’t say I am sad, upset or depressed. In fact a feeling of aggression hover over mind where I badly want to do soemthing but I can’t. I try to mend the broken pieces of my life but always end up breaking new pieces. Every time the struggles are doubled or tripled. When we were in school we were taught two things, “HELP OTHERS!” ” BE A TRUE FRIEND TO SOMEONE WHO IS IN NEED!” Well, thankyou my dear teachers for these two things but unfortunately in Canada the situation is reverse. Canada goes with three rules, “THINK ABOUT YOURSELF!” “NEVER HELP OTHERS!” “NEVER TRUST OTHERS, NOT EVEN YOUR CLOSED ONES!”
After going through a major down phase I realised this thing. Sometimes you learn by falling down. But what you learn from that downfall makes you. It is your life and you make the best out of it. The exam phase taught me one thing about teachers. They are generous in giving marks and adjusting the scores. These assignments actually saved us. Even in Canada bad things happen to Teachers. They are misjudged. Here also, our teacher was accused of something which for which she was not at fault. She was hurt and left the college. She performed the duty of a true teacher by conducting the exams. She could have left the job immediately. But she never did. When she hugged me and cried, that was the moment I realised, how dedicated she was. The whole semester she was telling us about the major assignment and she gave us extensions for that. After all that struggle and hardwork we got our grades but what she got? An accusation! I have never seen such a behavior and ached my soul. This incident actually made me respect her even more. Before going she told me, Surbhi, now you have a story to tell to your readers and here I am writing about her. I can only say, I will miss you Mila.
Today I was in my most bad spirits when all of sudden out of the blew my friend called me. She knew I was not in a good mood. And to make the mood light she asked me to tell everything what was going on my mind as she has gone through all those things in these 3 years so she can imagine my situation. I felt light after telling her my thoughts and made it lighter by telling her about her situations and how she found a way out. She made me realise that there is a way out to everything. Its just you need to figure them out and sort it in the best possible way. At times you have to put a major cut down on things you want to have and at times you need to sacrifice your sleep to earn something. Hard work pays off. She cited those girly examples which actually cor- related to the things. I felt a bit sorted in my mind while talking to her. So immigrants, if you ever feel in that situation, talk to a friend, listen to a song. For me its talking to a friend who has gone through so much and writing my thoughts out so that I can be at peace.
Parents are always with you. Sometimes you end up making mistakes but its parents who will listen to you, love you and give you the right direction. Your parents are your family and trust me, nobody will come to rescue you or help you when you will be in need. At times, you can manage on your own but then their are cases where everything can’t be managed on your own. Maybe its best to talk to them and tell them how you feel about them. Since you are away and busy, you can’t tell them how much you care about them, you can’t express your true emotions. At times you need to tell them the best things that has happened to you but back home its night and you have to wait for the morning. Now in morning you are late and you are unable to call them and tell them the news. Then the news become a casual story. And here comes the misunderstandings. Love is on both side but this stupid moron distance and time gap acts like an evil. Same goes with friends and relatives. The best taunts you ever hear is “You have gone so busy or you have forgotten us.” Nobody has ever forgotten you, you will always be there in the heart, its just the time and priorities which have changed.
I have cleared my semester1 and now one more to go. Things can be harsh and harsher but you should know that you are a fighter and you have to fight every battle alone and inspire yourself all the time because your parents, friends and relatives will never be there with you all the time. It is you and you only who has to work hard, make them proud and bleed till you succeed.
First of all, I would like to thank Penguin Random House Canada for sending me this beautiful book Fierce Kingdom by Gin Philips along with a surprise gift for the review. When I got this book, I was stuck with my final exams but now I am can’t wait to write about it. I finished this book in two days and it was a great experience reading this book.
The cover of the book is fantastic and the horses in the picture have unique significance but it reminds us of a circus scenario or some show. The color scheme is black and red which is appreciable.
The title Fierce Kingdom is an appropriate title as it matches the internal theme.
An electrifying novel about the primal and unyielding bond between a mother and her son, and the lengths she’ll go to protect him.
The zoo is nearly empty as Joan and her four-year-old son soak up the last few moments of playtime. They are happy, and the day has been close to perfect. But what Joan sees as she hustles her son toward the exit gate minutes before closing time sends her sprinting back into the zoo, her child in her arms. And for the next three hours—the entire scope of the novel—she keeps on running.
Joan’s intimate knowledge of her son and of the zoo itself—the hidden pathways and under-renovation exhibits, the best spots on the carousel and overstocked snack machines—is all that keeps them a step ahead of danger
The story revolves around the mother who tries her best to protect her son. A beautiful bond between son and the mother. It reminds us of Oedipus Complex where sons are attracted towards their mothers.
The crisp writing style of the author makes the book worth readeable. The third person narrative and descriptive writing makes it poignant. I really loved the way the author has portrayed the emotions of mother and the son. This book is a must read.
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I came back to my world after a long time and what comes as a surprise is the Liebstar Awards. I am nominated for this by Zeba Noor who is an ardent follower of my Confessions of an Immigrant series. Thankyou so much love for nominating me for this.
Thankyou so much Zeba Noor for this amazing nomination 🙂
As per the rules I will answer the questions one by one:
Why did you choose your blog’s current name?
The name Raga is my pen name and when I started the blog on wordpress I thought of this name and it sounded so perfect : Raga’s Voice where Raga is related to Raag in music and Voice is the voice that is from someone’s heart so Raga’s voice is a musical voice of a girl who writes from her heart and wants to share her thoughs with everyone.
What are your blogging aims till the end of 2017?
When the year started I had a lot of aims for the blog as I wanted to do some blogging marathons but after shifting to Canada, things changed and I started with Confessions of an Immigrant series so I would like to finish the Canada chapter by the end of 2017.
If you were asked to get a weird/unusual piercing on your body, where would you get pierced and (optional) why?
I hate piercings as it gives you a lot of pain. My friend had one piercing on her nose so I could guess how much it pains. But if I ever thought of doing so by mistake then I would try it on my nose only.
If you find Rs. 10,000 in a park, what would you do?
Well, first of all I will look around here and there is someone who is looking for it. If not, then I will go to the nearest police station and hand it over to the police.
What is the first thing you do in the morning and why?
This wierd but most of us do it. I switch off the my phone alarm and check the latest updates on my phone.
There is a flood warning and you’re stuck inside with no power. How will you pass the time?
Seriously speaking, my imagination ends here. I have no clue to what I shall do in that situation.
If you could have a super power, what it would be and why?
I would love to be invisible because I don’t want to be seen and found. I want to see others and know what they think about each other behind their backs.
What’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten while traveling?
The basic chips, snacks, mom’s mithi rotis.
How is your handwriting according to you?
According to me, I don;t have a good handwriting when I write very fast but when I am decorating it, then its appreciable.
What is the one technology you can’t live without?
What’s your favorite guilty pleasure?
Haven’t discovered yet 😉
Now I further ask my set of questions from the nominees:
Its been a while since I updated anything because I was going through major writer’s block. It was a phase when I decided that I would never write but then came some circumstances and situations where I realised I need to vent out my thoughts as it will dance in my head. We all know life is full of ups and downs. There are many things which I came to know during this phase.
So, finally I made my bus pass and I could travel anywhere using TTC bus pass. I went to Brampton for a reception of my cousin sister. I learnt one more thing that 102 A stops at Centennial College whereas 102 B stops at Markham Road while 102 D stops just before Progress Campus. I learnt it after taking some wrong buses. Guys trust me, travelling in a bus has been the biggest challenge for me. For two months I avoided bus because I had a phobia that I might get lost but when I boarded the bus, my notions were proved wrong. The system is great here. There is a button to stop the bus when you reach your destination, there is no conductor, you can either put the coins in the box or just use your presto or TTC bus pass. Moreover, TTC pass can be used in TTC subway too. You can get to know about the buses from Transit. So, from Scarborough to Brampton you have to change 5 buses. In Brampton, TTC doesn’t work, infact it is Zum 502 which is faster. But changing buses is not at all hectic. Everything goes in time but you need to be on time for everything else you have to wait for 15 mins or sometimes half an hour maximum.
Coming to the reception, it was amazing. The theme was white and gold. It was much different than any other wedding in India. It was the amalgamation of Punjabi and Gujarati families which was showcased beautifully. I liked the way the tables were set and the way the families were introduced. And the bridal party was fantastic along with the bride. In India, we don’t have speeches but here there were speeches from the close members of the bride and the groom. They were straight from the heart and reached the soul. Then there was couple dance, father- daughter dance, belly dance and cabre sort of performance. The most beautiful and pure segment was the father daughter dance. It was nostalgic, heart warming and I could feel the essence of love. In India, we don’t have this and I wish at that time I could dance with my dad.
A new interesting thing happened in my Canadian life. It was playing the role of an HR Manager and as a Lawyer. No, I am not switching professions, it was part of my assignments. For the first time, I wore western dress and dressed up like a professional. It was an amazing feeling. Plus, during arbitration, it was just like some discussion and I enjoyed this new phase of my life.
There was an event in college named Rangla Punjab where everyone was dressed up in a suit. The students danced for us, they had small quiz about punjab and many amazing posters were there about Punjabi Culture. Further, they applied Henna on some of the volunteers and I did too. The food was sumptuous as it was none other than Makki KI Roti with Sarson Da Saag along with authentic Lassi. I have a friend named Anjali who performed at this event. I feel so connected to Punjab and on that day I felt at home.
Now semester is coming to an end, things have been different here. The people I met 3 months ago are different now. Either they are disconnected and some of them are attached. People are unpredicatable here. Either they will be your closest friends when they need you and then slowly they will alienate you from their lives as if you never existed. The other side is, those who think wont be with you, they will do anything to help you and make you feel special. I came across these two set of people which has made me completely philanthrophobic. I can say people are like chameleon that change its color all the time.
Canada is a mystery and I am still in process of solving it. I realised today, your parents are your true well wishers and can be your best friends too. I miss everyone back home be it my friends, familia or the friends. These assignments have taken away everything. My inner peace is lost and I don’t even get time to introspect myself. I am around so many people but still I feel so alone and this feeling will never go away. I always feel that something is missing and maybe once I get to know what is missing, I can fill that missed part of the puzzle called LIFE. I just know one thing, I am strong and I know what is being weak.
I will be back with another new episode soon. Stay tuned and keep following me 🙂
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