Friday, March 28, 2014

Nomenclature of myself

What’s in a name…
The first time I read Romeo Juliet I understood the question and the importance of my name. Though Romeo did say to Juliet that there is nothing in a name and you can call a rose by any name but I did not agree with that.

I always thought I have a pretty common name. Nabanita- a very common Bengali name and I was not really happy with it. After reading Romeo Juliet I asked my mom the meaning of my name. I never liked my name and so I never felt the urge to ask her why she gave me this name. When I came to know the meaning from her I liked the name. Don’t know whether it’s the meaning or the feeling I got after reading Romeo Juliet but I started falling in love with my name.

My name means- a lady with various new avatars. I loved the meaning and today I am proud of my name. I do not want to be Juliet or princess or Angel anymore. Romeo Juliet dies but they helped me to understand the importance of my name. I grew up and when it came to sign documents I started using my name as my signature without my surname in it. I was madly in love with my name by then.

I hate when people write the wrong spelling of my name. I even hate more when they pronounce my name differently. My name is my identity. Even though I am not a celebrity one day those who know me directly and those who know me through my blog posts, will recognize me. BECAUSE, I am what I am- mad, crazy, stupid, insane and cutely imperfect. May be I don't have the perfect them, but I love every imperfection  (if any) about it. It was given by my mom. She is no more with me, but today I treasure everything I got from her. Another and most important reason to love my name even more. Yeah, I am possessive about my name. Can't really help that.

I am simple. I am complex.
I am wise. I am stupid.

I am me. I am Nabanita.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Dear Wifey,

Why are you looking at me like that!!!???
Oh yes, I love this tie and I will wear this one today.
What?? You don’t think it is going with my shirt?
No, I like it and I will wear this. I don’t care about fashion.
No, I like your choice, but I like this shirt and tie too.
Nooo, I love your choices.
Okay, I won’t wear this... :(

The bed is untidy because I was sitting there.
Ohh yes, I like my music LOUD…. Yesss L.O.U.D.
No, I am not going to clean the toilet.
What!! No, I am not asking you to do this either.
I have work to do. I go to office.
Yes, You have work too but…
I did not mean that…
You do not have to handle your mood swing!!
I mean, ermm..no..of course yes... :(

I do not make sound while chewing...ermm Do I? :-/
I do know how to organize my wardrobe. It is not neat but I can find things from here.
I don’t like your hot pant or that low neck line.
I am not… I didn’t mean…I know you look great in those…in everything..ermm in nothing…aahh..hawt!! ouch!!
What!! Noo, I am not arguing…
I mean, Noo, you are wrong! No, right … but I just want to put forward a few points…
No honey, you are ummm yeah right... :(

Don’t look at me like that!
Don’t touch me like that!! It makes me…aahhhhh…mmmm
What!! I am not a pervert!!
I might not be the ideal “gentle”man  but I thought girls don’t like it to be gentle!
I DID not mean it that way…By girls I meant you…
Okay, this argument I mean conversation ermm discussion is not going anywhere…
I am getting late for work..
Bye honey.
I will be back on time.
I am still learning…
Trying hard…to be the BEST HUSBAND!
What!! Now you don’t like that either?? :(

I don't understand, what should I do.... :-/

Okay, bye munchkin!
Muahhhh 

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

HOMO- Sapiens

He heard his mom calling him again from downstairs. He knows everyone is expecting him in the hall but he couldn't move. He knows he needs to be there, after all it's his BIG DAY...His wedding..... He checked his mobile phone again. He couldn't delete the mail he just got. He closed his eyes.

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Hey sweets,

What’s up? I know you don’t want my messages or mails. I don’t know your number so this is the only way I have. I am not expecting a reply from you. I never intruded in your decisions and this time also I respect it. You know, there is that cute boy joined my office. I thought of taking him out for coffee but couldn’t approach. Saw your picture on Facebook on other day. Loved your t-shirt. Green suits you even though you hate it :-). Who was the girl with you? Is she the one you are dating now? You were surrounded by girls in some of the pictures. Never saw you like that so…… You know I almost cried... Well, No I did not. I am stronger than that.
After you left, I started working more. My event management company is now looking up. I know, you used to be the pragmatic one and I was always the emotional fool. And see, finally you made the fool of me. Never thought you will get married to any girl one day? Always thought, you could stand tall facing everything, every criticism on your way. Always thought, one day you will come back to surprise me again just like the old time…..
Saw your engagement pictures on Facebook, You were smiling. Were you? Really? How does it feel to be with a girl?

Don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss my hands playing with your hair. Don’t you miss our moments? Don’t you wear the blue shirt anymore? You look hot in that shirt, Always ;) ... Don’t you just wanna be with me? Would you call it off if I come in front of you on your wedding day?

Love.

P.S- Don’t worry. I am not coming. I still replay the moment we have shared. And also, I want to live again, collecting all the shattered pieces for that. Have a happy married life.


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He pressed the reply tab and then deleted it. He knows he has lost his love – the only love of his life forever. He couldn't be brave. He couldn't be a rebel. He accepted the fate his family decided for him. He accepted the girl they have chosen for him. He couldn't protest. He just couldn't gather his courage to do so......Because....

Homosexuality is still a crime.... 

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