TRYST WITH DATES (13-Feb-2020)
Tryst with Destiny was a landmark speech
delivered by Pandit Nehru on the eve of India’s Independence from Britain. Tryst with Dates is my eternal struggle with
the posit that Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. The fairer sex is pre-disposed to remember a surplus
of dates of their own and the people around them, its second nature to them. Men forget even the year; once my male
colleague asked me puzzled “are we now in the 21st or 20th
century?!”
My mother with her date-friendly memory rescued
me during my bachelor days. Now many
years after marriage, I am challenged to remember four birthdays and one
anniversary date in the family; and I know the path ahead is uphill when our two
daughters get married, then their spouse’s birthdays and their anniversaries,
oh…the growing list unsettles me!
My beloved wife and I completed our silver
wedding anniversary. I thank my stars that
we did not date too much before our wedding for she would have uncovered my
weakness; in an arranged marriage family members goaded me to put up a brave front to exhibit my
strengths to impress upon her. Ours was
a chat-mangni-pat-shaadi - a Dec 8th date when we met face-to-face
for the first time, followed by a Dec 10th engagement ceremony, followed
by a tie-the-knot ceremony on Dec 17th, all within a matter of 10
days! If you think I remember these
dates, it’s the art of by-heart and then do I really have a choice?
New into our life together, she wished me
on the first month anniversary; my logic went berserk for I always thought that
anniversary was celebrated once a year! Then
followed the second and the third, and now we have counted 300-plus, 313 to be
precise. Herein lies the build-up to my quandary?! During the initial days of marriage, it was a
fierce competition and one-up(wom)manship of who would wish the other first;
now with increasing age studded with innate genes I am only a ‘dream winner!’
During school days, history subject was my
bete noire due to its fixation with a galaxy of dates. My dilemma was evident from my younger days; once
I showed up like a well-oiled machine for a social studies exam and imagine my
disbelief when the question paper was handed over to me – general science! Rest as they say is history!
In my parents’ peer group most worked for
one company during their lifetime and it was easy to remember the work
anniversary date, but where does that leave us in today’s IT world where a
tenure greater than five years is examined under a corporate microscope. Did I hear three years, two?! Equally weak-kneed to imagine the plight of younger
generation in the habit of dating many boyfriends / girlfriends.
In a digital world, the smartphone pops up
the reminder dates and then social-media bails me out; I promptly wish my friends
and alleviate my predicament with pre-scheduled future wishes. In the case of God proposes and Man disposes,
new-age parents schedule their offspring’s introduction to this world with
precision. Then there are death
anniversaries. If we knew with certainty
our ‘bid adieu’ date from this world, then is that another addition to our tryst
with dates?!
Good One.. :)
ReplyDeletePacchi ππ
ReplyDeleteThank you....
DeleteAnd then you have vaara/tithi/nakshatra... I don't dare to even try remembering any of them...miss one occasion or a hundred, you get tagged nevertheless π
ReplyDeleteSo true......we need to avoid 'tagging'
DeleteGood one :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sri
DeleteSimple yet meaningful
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot sir
DeleteSuper!
ReplyDeleteThank you sir
DeleteHe he.... Where would we be without some social media app popping up to remind the D-ates π
ReplyDeleteBut don't worry. In future, some app will wish on our behalf too
That's absolutely true Vishalakshi......the over-dependence on social media and the long list of Apps is a bit too much to digest.....well changing times though....
DeleteThanks a lot
Nice article .Happy anniversary to you and Arati
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary Prassana and Arati .Very nice article
ReplyDeleteSujatha Visweswara
Thank you Sujatha... nice of you...
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