Inspired by a 'mid-week humor' forward about what to expect from a North Indian wife versus a South Indian one, I bring to you, in association with QQ, *trumpets*, the travails of living with a North Indian Man. To give you - the rare but eclectic reader of this blog, a perspective - I am a South Indian tied into living with a North Indian and QQ a North Indian, as she claims, is trying to cope with a South Indian under one roof. Respecting chronology, I'd rather you read her valuable and as ever, true and heartfelt and bodily-endured insights & facts first. Then, if you are:

1. A North Indian gloating in pride


2. A South Indian angry and seeking revenge


3. An indifferent but curious seeker of the truth,

...read on.

A North Indian guy:

1. thinks anything in the liquid state is substitutable for dal and is meant to dip roti into - even sambar


2. has a family that can form a whole orchestra - with backups for each role, mind you, without any external support. E.g, tauji on tabla, mausi on mandolin, taiji on tanpura, bhabhi on baansuri and so on.


3. thrives on c-grade, double entendre filled- mithun chakraborty movies like gunda. - (while we're at it, check out the fan following for this http://gunda-faqs.blogspot.com/, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gunda_(film)) and gifts a copy of this movie to all near and dear


4. whose idea of a vacation is walking the narrow, dirty, filthy lanes of Benaras


5. thinks gourmet cuisine is kachori, jalebi and rabri


6. expects men in any part of the world to respond to the universal call of 'bhaiyya'


7. NEVER EVER covers vessels with lids - even if they happen to be in danger, lizard/spider-infested zone


8. comes with an in-built chip-on-shoulder as the fair-skinned aryan, being superior to dark-skinned dravidian


9. has a name that is as commonplace that it can be spotted on a wine shop, a butcher, a general store, a lorry transport office, all at the same time - in any remote part of North India


10. has a family in which women cry - in joy/in sadness/at weddings/at funerals (obviously)/at housewarming ceremonies/in illness/in family member's illness/at death in daily soap/at illness in daily soap..and so on
    and of course, my favorite about North Indian people - everything south of Bihar is 'Madras' and the natives, 'madraasis'

Its amazing how work, and what happens while you're at it, can impact your life.
After all, it is meant to be a means to make life more liveable, for what you get from it - monetary or non-monetary. But somewhere, it just takes over your whole being, almost possessing you. So much so, that you and what you want to be or do, cease to matter. It invades and pervades your system. It clogs your nerves. It dulls your brain. It breaks your heart.

It also makes you post miserable stuff like this.

If you're reading this, sorry for the rant. I'm in one of my 'who am I and what am I doing with my life' moods. Which is pretty much me, lately.

Work – what comes in between sets of weekends
Life – what comes in between sets of Work
Pay – what you put up with Life for
Holiday – what you need the Pay for
Joy – what you experience on a Holiday
Depression – the after effects of excessive Joy
Numbness – the hungover feeling after a generous dose of Depression
Ecstasy – a brief interlude succeeding Numbness, during Work, between two Holidays
Lost - Me, while writing this post
Confused - You, after reading this post