Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Army Officers wives- The unsung heros
I was browsing through google about army officers' wives lives and found almost next to nothing about it. I wondered the weirdness of it. Because Army is a part of our lives even if we are the 'civilians'. We hope to divest the very core of army officers wives lives. And it is very imporant that everybody should know about it. It is not easy to divulge the actual secret behind the smiles, the courtesies, the organization and the parties without some cynicism.
I am an Army Officer's wife and proud to be so.
Yet when i think about the baggage i carry along with me with the knowledge that its not actually a paradise to live in, i hesitate to say further. Let us leave the office to the officers and talk about their wives.
As a newly wed I had several expectations on being ragged to death. And with the stories i have heard about it, Medical and Engineering colleges seem rather saintly. This happened to a Major who had bought his wife in his unit and was welcomed by a 'jawan' (Posed by an officer). The Major was introduced to the wife as one of the jawans and was taken in the army truck (dhai-ton) to the OR quarters. The wife (now obviously scared out of her wits) couldn't stop crying. The army wives (posing as jawans wives) with saree covering their heads sympathized with her, secretly relishing about the plan accomplished. After a while the officer was let off with a grand dining in party where the newly weds are treated like royals. It is all related with a laugh and certainly the unit makes it sure that you never forget your first time.
One more incident where the wife is kidnapped by the bachelors and hidden in the No. 1 guest room, one more when the newly weds are greeted with a bullocart decorated in ballons and ribbons. The officer drags the cart and the wife, now outraged with humour indulges everyone with the right expressions. after all the unit just wants to be entertained themselves.
Say it luck, or perhaps my sweet face (lol ;) i was treated well with as little horror as possible. I was greeted in the No.1 gypsy and taken to the No.1 guest room and spent honeymooning there for the next two weeks. It was fun. The dining party followed. I wore my pink tasar silk feeling like a newly wed myself, sang a song for them without much a due. I was loved by all. Later on the popular of the unit, Lt. Col Dewan asked me to contribute something for the unit momento- a huge silver Golconda (where the AD unit was raised for the first time). It had to be something expensive. And down came my diamond ring. I was apprehensive, though having heard of the tradition. i asked asked to wish anything from the Golconda fort that was adorning the coffee table of the MESS. Obviously my heart was just fixed on my diamond ring and asked it out aloud. It was given back to me with a loud laughter around me.
Some days later on I was raided at one in the night by the bachelors. I made coffee, served them the freshly baked banana cake and after an hour was back to bed (cursig my guts off). You cant show too much emotions as a wife. You have to take it with a stride (everything!!).
So you see, there are traditions followed, some kidding around, some pulling of leg. But you remember these days and no wonder you have a smile on your face.
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Sonia KSingh
I am an Army Officer's wife and proud to be so.
Yet when i think about the baggage i carry along with me with the knowledge that its not actually a paradise to live in, i hesitate to say further. Let us leave the office to the officers and talk about their wives.
As a newly wed I had several expectations on being ragged to death. And with the stories i have heard about it, Medical and Engineering colleges seem rather saintly. This happened to a Major who had bought his wife in his unit and was welcomed by a 'jawan' (Posed by an officer). The Major was introduced to the wife as one of the jawans and was taken in the army truck (dhai-ton) to the OR quarters. The wife (now obviously scared out of her wits) couldn't stop crying. The army wives (posing as jawans wives) with saree covering their heads sympathized with her, secretly relishing about the plan accomplished. After a while the officer was let off with a grand dining in party where the newly weds are treated like royals. It is all related with a laugh and certainly the unit makes it sure that you never forget your first time.
One more incident where the wife is kidnapped by the bachelors and hidden in the No. 1 guest room, one more when the newly weds are greeted with a bullocart decorated in ballons and ribbons. The officer drags the cart and the wife, now outraged with humour indulges everyone with the right expressions. after all the unit just wants to be entertained themselves.
Say it luck, or perhaps my sweet face (lol ;) i was treated well with as little horror as possible. I was greeted in the No.1 gypsy and taken to the No.1 guest room and spent honeymooning there for the next two weeks. It was fun. The dining party followed. I wore my pink tasar silk feeling like a newly wed myself, sang a song for them without much a due. I was loved by all. Later on the popular of the unit, Lt. Col Dewan asked me to contribute something for the unit momento- a huge silver Golconda (where the AD unit was raised for the first time). It had to be something expensive. And down came my diamond ring. I was apprehensive, though having heard of the tradition. i asked asked to wish anything from the Golconda fort that was adorning the coffee table of the MESS. Obviously my heart was just fixed on my diamond ring and asked it out aloud. It was given back to me with a loud laughter around me.
Some days later on I was raided at one in the night by the bachelors. I made coffee, served them the freshly baked banana cake and after an hour was back to bed (cursig my guts off). You cant show too much emotions as a wife. You have to take it with a stride (everything!!).
So you see, there are traditions followed, some kidding around, some pulling of leg. But you remember these days and no wonder you have a smile on your face.
(c) copyright
Sonia KSingh
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
All because I didnt get up on time
Morning 9:00 a.m
A very upsetting day. And for the past few days Im not able to get up on time. Its like I just want to keep on dreaming and sleeping. Shall i blame it on the cold weather? I would like to. But I think its just laziness on my part.
Didnt make breakfast, lost the Rashion book, spent my day just searching the damn thing!!!
A very upsetting day. And for the past few days Im not able to get up on time. Its like I just want to keep on dreaming and sleeping. Shall i blame it on the cold weather? I would like to. But I think its just laziness on my part.
Didnt make breakfast, lost the Rashion book, spent my day just searching the damn thing!!!
Monday, October 19, 2009
ALL THE BEST review
I'm no expert but ALL THE BEST was really a funny movie.
It was great to see a comedy without Govinda taking the limelight and Ajay didn't do a bad job either. Fardeen Khan who works rather well with a multi starer project is interesting to watch too. The main lead is Sanjay Dutt and he makes the movie funnier with his expressions and queries. Mugda Godse was not at all...serious roles would suit her more. But after a long time you see Johnny Lever here and we really missed him as a comedian (So welcome back)
But I was rolling by the end of the movie.
Fav Scene- When Ajay Devgan has Bipasha's pic in his wallet and Sanjay dutt who has been told that Bipasha is Fardeen Khan's wife just looks zapped (lol)
'Prem Chopra' touch is awesome too.
So all in all go watch it and have fun.
All the best :)
It was great to see a comedy without Govinda taking the limelight and Ajay didn't do a bad job either. Fardeen Khan who works rather well with a multi starer project is interesting to watch too. The main lead is Sanjay Dutt and he makes the movie funnier with his expressions and queries. Mugda Godse was not at all...serious roles would suit her more. But after a long time you see Johnny Lever here and we really missed him as a comedian (So welcome back)
But I was rolling by the end of the movie.
Fav Scene- When Ajay Devgan has Bipasha's pic in his wallet and Sanjay dutt who has been told that Bipasha is Fardeen Khan's wife just looks zapped (lol)
'Prem Chopra' touch is awesome too.
So all in all go watch it and have fun.
All the best :)
Now is the NOT the time to get angry
Threw a luncheon at home and 'Bachelors' were supposed to come. They had self invited themseleves and didnt come on time. I was just so freaking mad at them yet i couldn't express it. And that was two days ago. Still, I feel that anger simmering inside me and making me damn restless. Oh, I want to just tell them a thing or two. And they just had stupid reasons to come late too. Two had gone shopping and the other one had over slept and the last one just ignored it all. Well i fed them like i would feed anyone just to finish the food that i had so carefully prepared. They spoilt my sunday and they spoilt my mood. And somehow the respect i would have for officers. Somehow i believe when people tell me that army is not what it used to be. 'Courtsey' is now a 'once upon a time' phrase. I want to curse, yell and swear but i want to be a lady and do none of these things. But still i dont want to simmer inside too. Its taking a toll on my mind. I'm born with a sensitive temperament and its a curse. Why can't i just forgive and move on? Though I know it will be better and I intend not to invite or let anyone invite themseleves in my home next time.
Well the only curse i can give them is that they get a taste of their own medicine sometime soon...
Well the only curse i can give them is that they get a taste of their own medicine sometime soon...
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Depawali celebrations in UNIT
Its in the air maybe that you feel so exhilerated when you get out of bed and know its the festival that is most awaited in the year- DIWALI :)
I didn't have a busy day- just went out to distribute sweets among the jawans wives, saw their quarters and came home. Then came back home to only go back to bed. Well, sleeping is festival for me.
yesterday was fun though.
A cracker show was organized at Vajra core and we saw beautiful displayes of rockets in the sky. Prior to that were several dances- Gidda, Bhangra, Naga and a amalgamation of different dances of different states. It was supposed to be fun but I seriously got bored by the end of it. Or maybe sitting for too long just tired my mind.
But I do miss home--
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The synonymn of a "Housewife"
I would like to tell you all that I have come to the conclusion that being a housewife is not at all glamorous. But that does not mean it does not have its own plus points. And i like to weigh my pros and cons. Its difficult to sit at home taking care of the house for your husband so that he comes to a beautiful home.
The morning begins with me lazying in bed, dreaming about waking up while my husband is already up by 5 in the morning, peering looks at me, hoping for me to wake up and go for a walk (which i promise every night I would and never do). He gives up and comes back by 7 from his PT and switches on the light (a signal that i wake up now). Hoping to finish my sleep later i wake up still thinking about the options for breakfast. Coming from south india has its own cons. I can only think of dishes like upma, Poha, dosa or the easy options like bread and scrambled eggs. Thankfully my husband settles for bread and eggs. To give it a wife-fy touch I add fruits and milk. He takes it all with a thankful smile. And honestly speaking, making breafast for your husband wins you points {more loving for later ;) }
Its 8 by the time he leaves and I laze about with the newspaper, browsing through the additional paper with a glass of warm water. I read a little and immediately turn to the sunsigns page. I believe in sunsigns and a avid reader of personalities (psychology did come in use). Then the 'bhaiya' who hovers around is given chores and my thoughts are far away from sleep now. The kitchen is clean, the living room dusted and the bedroom cleaned thoroughly now, i hover around him to make sure work is done. The 'safaiwala bhaiya' enters that saves me from hiring a maid (the uses of being in the unit life i guess). He does a good job (after all he is getting paid more than 5000 for just cleaning houses). Thats none of my business i know. Anyways now i tamper with my laptop, playing 'Farmville' and hoping to make money in the virtual world atleast. (seriously i need to get a job!!!)
the maid enters and the chopping is done and the dishes are cleaned. Then i begin my process of making lunch, hoping to finish it as soon as possible. The radio FM is loud in my LG LCD (i just love the way it looks) and then set to enjoy my cooking. By 12 i'm free and I get the clothes cleaned (thrice a week) and nowadays i'm quick about it. The Bigs ones goes to the 'dhobi bhaiya'. The Radio is still on, quite loud now and i'm sure the neighbours have closed the door firmly to keep the music out.
I wait for the day to over now and now the TV is on and i struggle with the Dish TV and see a movie half heartedly and tamper more with my lappie....
I get dressed for my husband now and its a treat to see his face at 3....
We talk, we love and thats just half of my day (it seems pretty long to me just writing it)
The morning begins with me lazying in bed, dreaming about waking up while my husband is already up by 5 in the morning, peering looks at me, hoping for me to wake up and go for a walk (which i promise every night I would and never do). He gives up and comes back by 7 from his PT and switches on the light (a signal that i wake up now). Hoping to finish my sleep later i wake up still thinking about the options for breakfast. Coming from south india has its own cons. I can only think of dishes like upma, Poha, dosa or the easy options like bread and scrambled eggs. Thankfully my husband settles for bread and eggs. To give it a wife-fy touch I add fruits and milk. He takes it all with a thankful smile. And honestly speaking, making breafast for your husband wins you points {more loving for later ;) }
Its 8 by the time he leaves and I laze about with the newspaper, browsing through the additional paper with a glass of warm water. I read a little and immediately turn to the sunsigns page. I believe in sunsigns and a avid reader of personalities (psychology did come in use). Then the 'bhaiya' who hovers around is given chores and my thoughts are far away from sleep now. The kitchen is clean, the living room dusted and the bedroom cleaned thoroughly now, i hover around him to make sure work is done. The 'safaiwala bhaiya' enters that saves me from hiring a maid (the uses of being in the unit life i guess). He does a good job (after all he is getting paid more than 5000 for just cleaning houses). Thats none of my business i know. Anyways now i tamper with my laptop, playing 'Farmville' and hoping to make money in the virtual world atleast. (seriously i need to get a job!!!)
the maid enters and the chopping is done and the dishes are cleaned. Then i begin my process of making lunch, hoping to finish it as soon as possible. The radio FM is loud in my LG LCD (i just love the way it looks) and then set to enjoy my cooking. By 12 i'm free and I get the clothes cleaned (thrice a week) and nowadays i'm quick about it. The Bigs ones goes to the 'dhobi bhaiya'. The Radio is still on, quite loud now and i'm sure the neighbours have closed the door firmly to keep the music out.
I wait for the day to over now and now the TV is on and i struggle with the Dish TV and see a movie half heartedly and tamper more with my lappie....
I get dressed for my husband now and its a treat to see his face at 3....
We talk, we love and thats just half of my day (it seems pretty long to me just writing it)
GOLDEN TEMPLE
ah to watch it glow in the night makes you meditative and somehow no matter how far you are from home, you are home...AWWA as i know it (the unpaid job)
I'm told about many intricacies of being an army officers wife. The duties, the theories and the responsibilities. I came prepared with the knowledge that I wont exactly be sitting at home and not working for anyone. There is AWWA (Army wives welfare association) that involves the officer's wives being actively implicate themselves with the jawans wives and their lives (be it personal or non- personal). You get to solely and publicly speak to them about hygiene, personal habits, house keeping, childern's studies. further education and the importance of participating in the central welfare association. I am still trying to get a hang of speaking when everyone stares at you as if you know everything. Women older to me look upto me and I have to act older to my age asking their welfare. Its touching to be treated thus. And no matter how nervous i feel as i get down from the gypsy i know that they have left all their house work just to attend the welfare meet coducted just before the central welfare. They dont get 'bhaiyas' like we do. Well this month was hectic though as i had to conduct RHQ, 4,5 and 6 bty welfare meets together and its difficult to handle so many women together who come more to talk than to listen.
The central welfare meet will be educational from now on wards. That means, no dance and songs...a lecture or speech, a quiz for kids, perhaps a song for entertainment and a few tips on health. I would be conducting mine in december and I know I have to have a lot of patience.
There is still more to say in this..so to be continued :)
The central welfare meet will be educational from now on wards. That means, no dance and songs...a lecture or speech, a quiz for kids, perhaps a song for entertainment and a few tips on health. I would be conducting mine in december and I know I have to have a lot of patience.
There is still more to say in this..so to be continued :)
Married Now and analyzing
It is beautiful feeling to get married. The pomp and show, the hesitantcy at the thought of being committed to one man forever yet somehow sure that you dont want to change your mind, the seven steps taken, a private laugh over the mantras you dont really understand and suddenly the thought of court marraige seems like a good alternative (or maybe being a Christian), the 'maang' being adorned by the red sindoor and the mangalsutra that becomes your signature locket forever now and the knowing smile on your lips that you made it atlast. Now we dont have to bear the long distance calls ever again. No mooning over the silent mobile and waiting for late night calls, no tossing over in the lonely bed now and no discussion over the next meeting ever again.
The process was marraige was no easy though. I had my doubts about being open to one man all my life. Somehow it eased me that I would be loved and I know i'm loved. Then comes the part where you compromise, adjust and learn. Its scary at first but you know it will only make you stronger. I had to learn many things after i got married. And being married and being an army officers wife is very different. Sex is not the only thing that paves way to the beginning of your married life. Here comes the part when you learn to glow under the glow of love and the day you loose the feeling, you loose yourself. Perhaps I'm talking what happens in the long run or rather what happens when you let responsibilities overshadow your love for your husband.
As OSHO says "Marriage is an institution that should be removed from the society because then you cannot love freely. a woman makes love because its a duty she fulfills and the man makes love because its a duty he fulfills". To a certain extent i agree and then I would come to the point where i would disagree too. Marraige is a binding institution. The key word here being 'institution'. Its not a college or school where you finish it in certain number of years, give and farewell party, shed a few happy tears and then say goodbye. Its not at all that simple. Rather I would call marraige a mirage. a Mirage of hopes, dreams and happiness. And you can achieve all this only with an open heart and a closed mind. Thinking too much would only disillusion you further. Without marriage, a relationship scatters because you dont work towards making things happen and you dont understand the meaning of being together out of bed. To share more than love, to share fear and dislikes, to share anger and wonder at being together. Osho mostly made me laugh. I admire his candidness and he could influence me if he wanted to. But i had to think about it. I'm a thinker. I had to analyze his words or go insane.
The process was marraige was no easy though. I had my doubts about being open to one man all my life. Somehow it eased me that I would be loved and I know i'm loved. Then comes the part where you compromise, adjust and learn. Its scary at first but you know it will only make you stronger. I had to learn many things after i got married. And being married and being an army officers wife is very different. Sex is not the only thing that paves way to the beginning of your married life. Here comes the part when you learn to glow under the glow of love and the day you loose the feeling, you loose yourself. Perhaps I'm talking what happens in the long run or rather what happens when you let responsibilities overshadow your love for your husband.
As OSHO says "Marriage is an institution that should be removed from the society because then you cannot love freely. a woman makes love because its a duty she fulfills and the man makes love because its a duty he fulfills". To a certain extent i agree and then I would come to the point where i would disagree too. Marraige is a binding institution. The key word here being 'institution'. Its not a college or school where you finish it in certain number of years, give and farewell party, shed a few happy tears and then say goodbye. Its not at all that simple. Rather I would call marraige a mirage. a Mirage of hopes, dreams and happiness. And you can achieve all this only with an open heart and a closed mind. Thinking too much would only disillusion you further. Without marriage, a relationship scatters because you dont work towards making things happen and you dont understand the meaning of being together out of bed. To share more than love, to share fear and dislikes, to share anger and wonder at being together. Osho mostly made me laugh. I admire his candidness and he could influence me if he wanted to. But i had to think about it. I'm a thinker. I had to analyze his words or go insane.
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