Writing after a long time...

The earlier post is only a Ctrl+C Ctrl+V of something I had written long back. And this absence can be attributed to, among other things, my addiction.
Its been a pretty exciting phase in terms of professional life. I have changed my role and subsequently my team. From doing demand generation and bid management for a specific business unit, I have moved to handling the marketing for the entire Asia Pacific Geography for my company. Quite a move I must say, and this is when I am not usually easy on myself. New role, new team and new set of bosses and colleagues. Continuing the newness, I have moved to the corporate head office and as a result of that my traveling time has been reduced by 50%.

Bhai is getting married on 6th July. This time I’ll surely come back with snaps that will capture the essence of a Punjabi wedding.
Shopping is on full frenzy, and this is when I had promised mom that I’ll make use of all those heavy saris and dresses that are just lying unused (for the benefit of all – I got married 2 years back and have loads of beautiful not used clothing).

Home looks like a mini medical center, with Aman being down with Viral Fever the whole of last week. And the moment he got better it was Neha’s turn to grab the attention. Poor kid is down with a horrid acute case of tonsillitis. It’s not only difficult for her to eat but even drink.

There was a lot more that I wanted to write, but as I have said earlier too, things become irrelevant when mentioned beyond their time.

The Red and Cream Bangles

One thing that I really miss about "no longer being newly married" are the Red and Cream Bangles more commonly referred to as “the Churha”. Churhas are a set of red and cream ivory bangles that are slipped on to the wrist of the bride by her maternal uncle and aunt. These are traditionally worn on the day of the wedding and the bride continues to wear them for a few months some even wearing them for over a year.

My Churhas were exceptionally beautiful with an energetic shade of burgundy and were ornamented with exquisite stone work.

I wore them for over 9 months and they never failed to make me feel special. I live in Bangalore, a city where unlike north India you will not find too many girls wearing these. One extremely hilarious incident that I remember is when a colleague in office commented “Iya, I know your bangles are very beautiful but why do you wear them everyday??”

During those 9 months, I took it on as a personal agenda to educate one and all who bothered asking me about these bangles and in turn educated quite a few Bangaloreans as to what their significance was.

Now every time I look at a newly wed Punjabi girl wearing Churhas, I can’t help but feel nostalgic. Some things are meant to happen only once in life and wearing the Churahas is surely one of those.

Ps: Looks a bit incomplete, right??? Actually it is. I wrote this ages back and never posted. Today when I re-looked at this, I just wanted it to be on my blog. I am not going to add the anything more to the post as I am unable to get my thoughts together.