My dear readers,
By now you know about my disappearing habits. If I need a break or rest, I am unapologetic about it. But when I return, I always update you on what was going on. And this time, the reason was full-on dhamaka—mere chhote bhai ki Shaadi ho gayi! And just like that, life went straight into Shaadi mode 🕺🏽🎊💃🏽
It wasn’t an extravaganza-style Indian wedding, but trust me, I was literally a foot soldier. And yes, that’s why I was MIA.
Because let’s be honest—an Indian wedding is not just a wedding. It’s a mission. It turns you into a full-time foot soldier, lol. Especially when it’s your real younger brother getting married. I’m genuinely surprised I didn’t pull my own hair out. I was exhausted, overly fed, extremely social, and everything in between. Uff! Totally out of character for me. But girls gotta do what they gotta do. I’m still very much part of this samsara, yo!
Getting back into a routine after all this wasn’t easy—I’m sure you agree. Somehow, I managed. I restarted my workout routine and slowly returned to my healthy food habits after spoiling myself with way too many sweets. Honestly, I feel like I need a full detox now.
Writing, as always, remains a big part of my routine. Someone once said, “If you write a problem, you’ve already solved half of it.” As a regular writer, I know how true that is. Writing helps organize thoughts, clear the mind, and even find solutions to your own problems—no matter how messy they are.
Gosh, I could have started my routine on any day in between but somehow my mind kept telling me let's start on Monday. almost like my mind associate every new beginning with Monday. I love Mondays. I know most people don’t, but for me, Mondays feel powerful. A fresh start. New energy. A whole week waiting to unfold. I really don’t know why I’m blabbering all this, but hey—I just came back from mere bhai ki Shaadi, so please bear with me.
Did someone ask if my relatives asked me when I’m getting married? Yes, you’re right—they didn’t miss that golden opportunity. Honestly, people confuse me. They never want the truth; they’re far more comfortable with well-packaged lies. Marriage, to me, is one such lie—a social contract often disguised as a form of love. To me it’s just part of a system designed to produce more children, more taxpayers, and keep the cycle running, as if the universe truly cares about human survival.
Spoiler alert—it doesn’t.
The universe, or nature, doesn’t care. Humans will only survive if they stick together and live in harmony with nature. Otherwise, nature will simply push us out. Global warming is not just global warming it's a way of earth to purge then heal and recover with fresh start. The universe is nature, and nature is the universe—and we are part of it. Yet we behave as if we are against it, slowly killing it for our never-ending, stupid greed. I am hinting Aravali destructions. Well, why not!
I’m not against marriage. I’m against the idea of politically correct marriage—the kind dictated by religion, caste, race, status, family background, and endless checklists. I want to marry simply because I want to spend my life with someone. That’s it.
I struggle to connect with people who view others through rigid lenses like these. When you do that, you stop seeing a human being as a human being first. We categorize people, put them into tiny boxes in our minds, and forget their humanity. These different identities are powerful ideas in the hands of foolish people. To me, they are nothing but creations of the human mind. I choose not to look at people through these lenses—and if someone looks at me through them, it’s simply a reflection of their mind, nothing to do with me.
The mind is the most beautiful and the most dangerous thing at the same time. How we educate it is what makes all the difference.
Personally, I will never choose the system over people. Systems exist for people—not the other way around. If a system doesn’t serve people, it must change. If it doesn’t, people will eventually seek solutions elsewhere. And if no solution exists, rebellion becomes inevitable.
I used to call myself a rebel—not anymore. I’ve realized rebels are also part of the system. I’ve found a better way. What is it? Nah… I like to keep a few things to myself, yo!
Anyway, enough for now. Let’s take a small break. I’ll share my wedding-shopping adventures and life-in-Vidarbha experiences in upcoming articles. So stay with me while I cook up some spicy stories—savji-style—from Vidarbha.
For now, chio and happy Sunday! 😄✨❤️
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