Monday, May 16, 2005

P.G ; M.G

Don't you worry.Its just that MBA education puts you in the habit of complicating simple things by using scary abbreviations such as "P.G ; M.G " .This post is not about any economic models or corporate debts, rather its about grandmothers . So relax.

Now , as is somewhat obvious , my dad 's mother was my paternal grandmother , whom I shall abbreviate as P.G ( Daadi in Hindi).
And in keeping with my penchant for abbreviations , my mom's mom , or my maternal granny would be called M.G (Naani in Hindi).

Now , P.G 's dad was allegedly some pretty important guy who handled a lot of important legal stuff for some Raja Yashwant Rao Holkar ( i cant resist pronouncing that as "Khol Kar" ) .This holkar guy was a highly lazy and useless lad. So P.G's dad amassed a lot of wealth.He had a sprawling farm house with an artificial lake and real rabbits and ducks .He owned a couple of cinema halls which played black and white movies . And as is pretty obvious , his ego was as high as a eucalyptus tree.I have seen his photograph which hangs at my P.G's place. He looked grumpy , constipated and ready to whip out a hunter any moment. My dad recalls how he got mad when my dad , as a five year old , broke a flowerpot at his farm house .So that speaks fairly of P.G's dad attitude.

And my P.G ( daadi ) inherited her dad's ego along with his grumpy outlook . I am sorry to sound disrespectful , but this blog is the only place where I can be my disrespectful , unashamed , corrupt self , so kindly let me be. She had a ego huge enough to outweigh a blue whale and a jewellery collection huge enough to kill a blue whale under its weight.( Sidenote : I have nothing personal against blue whales). P.G had three sons , all of them had sound education . The eldest studied engineering at DCE , another at IIT Delhi and the youngest studied medicine at MAMC .Also , the youngest son grew up to be the father of a dashing and handsome boy .In other words ,he grew up to be my dad.But everytime I visited P.G's place , it sounded as silent as a monastery with the only talk being about education and our highly "respected" ancestory.

But if I felt P.G to be as dry as the Sahara desert , my M.G ( naani ) is the pacific ocean of "mamta and dulaar". Everytime I visit her , she feels I look as thin as some undernourished refugee from Somalia , even though in reality I am more like a burden on India's food reserves. She doesnt undertstand what an IIM is , but asks me about my studies with interest . She is too simple to understand what a cricket match is , but laughs to see me celebrating Sehwag's century. She is not educated at all , she doesnt know how to dial a telephone number , is embarassingly low on ego and religiously feeds "baajra" to sparrows every morning. At family gatherings , while P.G used to be surrounded by women in heavy silk sarees who looked like a walking jewellery store , M.G used to stand around shyly in her plain and ordinary cotton saree.

But both P.G and M.G taught me the same thing , in their own and disparate ways.

That before being a educated and rich person , try to be a good person. That more than the jewellery P.G wore , the cinema halls her family owned , the elephants who trumpeted at her "baraat" , I would fondly remember the stories M.G regaled me with , the way she exclaimed how thin I had become after the hostel stay , the compassion she treated even a street dog with .That its not about how much you own , but about how you make people feel.

And even though there is no point in writing what I would now , I would because I have to .I feel I have betrayed what my M.G stands for. All I want to be is someone who is more like my M.G .But after my breakup , there is one girl in this world for whom I am the most detested person . I have infused her heart with hatred and mistrust. Even though I never touched her , I feel I have violated her emotionally by making her dream the dreams I was too weak to turn into reality . And I don't want her to forgive me , because it is not her hate I detest. It is my own opinion of myself as a good human being which has degraded.More than for ending it , i am sorry for starting it at all . All I wish is that her hate is just against me , not against the concept of love , which may rob her of the love she may find from someone who is a better person than me .

Anyways , since this post has been a lot about grand "motherly" antics , I would take your leave with a "motherly " piece of prose , to be found below.

Once a pretty girl was happily drinking a coke in a restaurant when a cockroach comes out of the bottle of the coke.She screams and is about to squash the cockroach....
Cockroach : " No mom !!! dont kill me !"
Girl : "Bloody cockroach !!!! how did you imagine me to be your mommy ??"
Cockroach : " Kyunki main tumhari " Kokh " se nikla hoon "

42 comments:

rohit kaul said...

tht was sum outburst...neways i ws jst reading ur posts frm bfore tht event and after tht event..on the face of it everything looks normal but theres a small spec of pain which bcomes quite evident in ur posts...u have also changed the byline of ur blog....u try to hide everything but sumhow u r not able to lie...nice ppl often find tht difficult.....

she may find from someone who is a better person than me .

tht seems a very very remote possibility.....if at all it is a possibility...

take care
rohit
ps: u remind me of tht old jagjit singh song..

tum itna jo muskura rahe ho..kyaa gam hai jisko chhupa rahe ho...

Anonymous said...

hey abhi
ur past posts were a bit too general, like u were trying to avoid ur own thoughts, kinda fake attitude that u were showing to the world. better idea wud be to catch up with ur emotional dilemma.

Angel said...

I agree with Rohit Kaul about it being a remote possibility that she may find someone better...I also doubt that you even want to come out of this state of mind(dunno if its depression)...you have to want something to achieve it bro...

Anonymous said...

jeez...get a life instead of moping over her.....

Abhi said...

Its not that I am transforming myself into a devdas over wat happened.I have accepted it as a thing of my past which has nothing to do with my present or future.It was just that I want her to accept it too.and thers nuthing like im faking attitude buddies , i have a lot of other reasons to smile , and as i believe , one should not need a reason to smile.

Vidhi said...

u may want to forget wutever has happened, but never forget the lesson...learn from it and move on...

Anonymous said...

u r forgiven n forgotten, plz live a normal life ,dnt think about what u did, think about wat u r doing or wat u can do. . . .

if she really luvs u she wud just wnt u 2 smile n b happy n not live a life of guilt,

got it sofite. . . . .

panic said...

Turbulent teens...:D

Miss Sea said...

u mention ur MBA in every single post :P

When u said that "But both P.G and M.G taught me the same thing , in their own and disparate ways.", I thought that you would be dwelling on something positive about ur PG. I am sure there is loads that is good in her and what u can learn from her. I do not assume that you are ignorant of the fact. I just wish we could see some of that being written about too. I am sure ur MG sees a lot of good in her. After all, she wed her daughter to PG's son.
Think about it, if u haven't already .

I will skip the part everybody is commenting about. I don't know you enough.

Was reading an old RD issue. had this cartoon of a shabby guy sitting next to a hep woman in a bar. It showed the guy saying to the girl,

"The name is Bond. Vagabond."

:)

Anonymous said...

forget bout the past dude but do learn from it.btw nice post abt ur mg and pg.that joke abt bond by tipsy was really funny.

bunnu said...

abhinav tu us ladki ko abhi tak apni khopdi se nikaal nahi paaya hai..come on yaar...agar tu usko bhool hi gaya hai to no point in writing abt her in every 2nd mail..u need more of self thought than blogging ur thoughts to the whole world.

Anand said...

Nice post, save for the PJ at the end. The last post abt ur life was awesome. Apparently, you have nothing to do in office during ur suumers. And cos I am also bored, my blog is up again. :)

karthika said...

hey abhi,dont degrade urself..u have to move on with ur life and u better do..and u r one of the best guys i've met in my life ..i can vouch for that.

ANGEL_NIDHI said...

i had read the 2 posts that u deleted later... and every 1 here have the same point of view as i have.. ur only tryin to pretend that u have forgotten her.. and that its not hurtin u by u2 not bein together..

newayz i dun know u much.. but this is what i cud figure out..

that pg and mg stuff was written in the extra ordinaryly different way that u write.. so enjoyed it :)

nidhi :)

Abhi said...

Hey I have accepted the thing and its not like i am struggling around with any super guilt or anything.i believe in looking ahead n so i am.n wat i regret is gettin into it , not getting outta it.

@bunnu : abe im over with it bhai .i dint write this seeking any advice or adulation or brickbats.its not that i have to forget all this ,i have accepted it as a thing of my past n thats it.

@all of you : thanx fr hitting my blog.im just back frm Priya complex after a lot of pizzaz n this is the max i can write in my present state of sleepiness.

cheerio !!

Anonymous said...

replied :)
rohit

rohit kaul said...

OK boss....point taken...waise i dunno how r u gonna complete ur summer project w/o yahoo msgr?if ya need ne help do tell me...yahan NSIT mein kuchh ladke log hain..tod-phod wale :D :D :D..kaho toh memani ko uthwa de???
:D
adios
rohit

Archana said...

Good God!! Sometimes I really wonder "why people fall in love?"
But kuch bhi ho, I'm sure she will get over it too.....Nobody can hate anybody for a long time. Soon she is going to forget you and move on with her life and so will you....
It just takes time. One day, not far away, both of you will look back at it and just smile!

Btw, my P.G is also the same kind of a woman - egoistic and self centered. My M.G is a fantastic woman...she too shouts at our cricket team when they play bad though she does not understand one bit of cricket. Hmmmm...I love her!

Anonymous said...

can you say abhinav how I can delete some of the comments of my blog? some unwanted comments are just coming to my blog...plz help me abhi....

Abhi said...

@ archana :yea , even though i sounded disrespectful , i write wat i think , hence my opinion about my P.G. As for love .my 2 favorite hindi songs wud do:

jaane kyun log pyaar karte hai ( dil chahta hai)

pyar mein 100 uljhane hai, pyar mat karna( kyun..ho gaya na )

Abhi said...

@anonymous :u must hav guessed i know as a lotta "sensational" stuff n comments been happenin on my blog .but i dont really know it.all we can do is hide / disable ALL the comments to a particular post by using the comments setting at the blogger dashboard.dont know way to mess around with any single comment.

rohit kaul said...

mere comment ka jawab nahi diya
:(( :((....dil ke tukde aansoon mein beh gaye:(( :((

oye me repeating again...bolo toh memani sahab ko uthwa den??

adios
rohit

pan-cook said...

khamosh hai dil, bhari mahfil me chilanna nahi achha;
adab pahla kareena hai mohabbat ke kareeno mein.

Vidhi said...

rohit, it's 'dil ke ARMAAN aansuoon mein beh gaye'... ;)!

Abhi said...

@rohit :you got a reply from vidhi.( its soo wierd to cal her vidhi...i miss V ! )

@pan-cook:huzoor yeh kya keh gaye is nacheez ko ? kuch kareena kapoor ke bare me bola kya ?

@vidhi :thanx fr the correction.rohit its armaaan ,not tukde!

Raghavan said...

A nice post - No two Grannies would remain the same - fact of life - I had this feeling - If this girl were to post a blog, what she would write about you - Cant help or avoid this comment

Abhi said...

@raghavan : who knows , she might be posting it right now.she does write a blog i guess.

Miss Sea said...

can u pls start publishing feed? its an option in blogger settings..

Miss Sea said...

u do publish. sorry. last time i checked u didn't.

rohit kaul said...

okie dokie...i agree its armaan..but vidhi and vagabond i ws munching kurkure while typing this comment..toh socha kahani mein kuchh kurkure ho jaye :)

waise tukde bhi bura nahi lag raha :) :)

adios
kurkure muncher

Anonymous said...

but abhi I have seen'comment deleted by the author'in your post named'my daughters boyfriend'. what was that?
who is the author? is it the person commenting? if yes then how can it be done?
plz help me.

Abhi said...

@ anon : hey buddy , the author is the guy / gal / watever who had posted the comemnt . i guess he / she / it can delete the comemnt if posted after logging in to the blogger id.so u cant delete the comments posted by others i guess unless u hide all of em .

Raghavan said...

(:-:)
(:=:)
(:x:)
(:+:)

Abhi said...

thinkers of the world unite , and please decode the above comment for me.

rohit kaul said...

OK apne bulaya aur hum chale aaye....this is i think wat raghvan meant by his comment.

wwkkj899 sjks dkks90a jissm98080s ** jsk * djsjdjk sj*jdsjk....

thts all i cud decode...meebe others can help :) :) :)

adios
rohit

Anonymous said...

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raven said...

bhai dil ko thoda sambhal ke rakha kar. yahan wahan sab jagah deta rahega to kaise chalega

waise better get back to work before they sue u for expenses made on u during these 2 mnths.

am reaching joka on 7th most prob. tera kya scene hai?

and yes, i keep my blog secret just so i can write all that i feel there without posing a semblence of social decency for the world that reads.

Anonymous said...

I have never wrote any comment on your blog though am reading it for quite a long time and its for the first time am writing , u seem to be quite a nice person and persons like you really exist in this world , thats the gud part of world !

Abhi said...

@adi : i know.Kisi ko dil naiyyo dena.

@anonymous : thanx for thinking that buddy.And guys if you read my blog , do comment .Its good knowing people.

Anonymous said...

how can just by comments you can know people ?? as u said its good knowing people,well i dont have any blog thing, so knowing is almost imposible.anyways,roll number thing is quite interesting ,i too had to face little bit probs, cos of this name thing starting from v as such no name ever existed in my life from w,x,y, or z .

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Sri said...

Hi,

I have just started reading your blogs and i found this article about grannies so true to my life!!

My PG and MG are very similar to yours....Im kinda glad my PG is no more!!

Sri

PS:I think you must have gotten over the break up by now!!