Poocha's blues

Chap 1 : Letter to Poocha

Dear Poo,

i dunno what to tell u.....my mishti-doi....:)

Thanks for listening.....umm...not so patiently though....but then again it was such an inflammatory subject that i like wanted to escape midway.....:))

If u think i'm good @ this , thank u for the compliments....takin a bow.....:))

Yes, i am good @ this stuff.....n even though li'l-Bij may seem like the maverick "Hitch"

i have some talent on my own .....i'm on the panel for some forums also ....the self-help kinds.....solely @ the request of the starter.....:))

Little did i know that i'll have to give advice closer home......i mean its reallly sad doin that.......I'm ur love ..........n its no fun bein ur love-guru telling u how to keep ur guy.

in fact it sucks.....coz then i feel like i'm spoon-feeding u...even imposing my thoughts on u.......which i never wanna do.....:))

So thats that......hope it came out well......i care 4 u....love u beyond measure but not this......pleaseeee...:) As in of course u can SOS me....

but u dunno wat i go thru......its killing....trust me....to keep urself aside n then talk to u from a 3rd persons perspective......noooooo....i don't wanna understand anything babe....don't wanna listen to no reason.....i'm thru ....i want u!!

Its really bad listenin 2 ppl's problems but u know wat.....its really tough wen ur dealing with such unseen under-the-table emotions in ur own life......i mean do u have any idea to hear ur girl tell u .....n try to give u covincing reasons to let u know....how bad she wants this other guy....takin him outta her life would burn her.....n that she can't bear to lose him.....

Sometimes i feel....y me??.....as in y am i in the triangle...(that dreaded figure in geometry).......and wat am i doin here....i didn't want this....why am i goin thru this.....i was pretty clear when i was goin in that my girl was single....then wats all this truckload of unwanted emotions doin here....do i need this....do i desrve this??.....

My fingers are goin numb even as i punch my helpless heart out in the keyboard infront of me.....teeth chattering ....reminding me of every moment of the pain life is ...the struggle the fight that life is....n that nothing is wat it seems.....

Pooh-bear's sad n lonely....:( Pooh needs a hug....:(

n most of all poocha...his- Poocha...

Yours as always,

Pooh-bear.

More of that coming up....adios amigos

Good-boy gone bad??

My bro Irishman, tells me about this rave he went to.......and that he was ashamed when he had to come back home to his "ultra-conservative parents" and how everyone went into silence-mode and there was the awkward-morning-after.....and how he felt sad that he had tarnished-the-family-name & not done justice to the value system in which he was raised blah blah(tragic quotes about how "life seems meaningless" true to his dramatic personality)......and went on to describe how he had been brought up traditionally according to sanskriti n parampara and had been a "good-boy" all his life of 21yrs and how he sometimes felt stifled and wanted to break-free but also doesn't wanna do it @ the cost of hurting/offending his folks.

This one goes out to him....(n other lost souls facing a gargantuan-dilemma the first moral-crisis of their lives)

Hi....Irishman,

that's a pretty common problem.....in fact our whole generation is caught in a wierd struggle between family values ...the Bharatiya culture thats awesome.....respect parents et al.....atithi-devo-bhava et al.....n on the other hand......pop-culture from banana-republics ...trying to market its idea of a McBurger eating cola-swiigiin bar-hopping generation where u have to drink to be "cool".......personally i think its crazy n just tooo wannabe.....to get wastedd!!.....get high on life instead!

But as u do realise that strain it requires both ur parents n u to break their shackles of conventions and accept who u are .........

Step1: first u have to accept urself that u are a guy who's ok with drinkin and also respects his family n cares about what they think.....

Step2: now that u have realised, u need to make ur parents understand that i may have a drink.....but that does not equate to the fact that i respect u less....and u do follow protocol, so i'm sure they'll understand. When i say this i do not saythat u roll-in-stone-drunk and expect ur parents to understand.......u know where to draw the limits between a tipple and a swig-too-many....:) catch my drift.....

Step3 : u n ur parents coexist mutually in a symbiotic society...where u can share ur feeling without inhibitions or awkwardness....like oops...what do i tel them...what will they think of me?...and the worst..... am i being a good son?.... n so on.

keeping secrets lead to miscommunication n suspicion. Had u told ur parents the first day that u drank yes they would feel bad, but u also would win brownie points for credibility n honesty.....not to mention respect.....:)

Which doesn't go on to mean that u brag-about ur bacchanalian-escapades @ the dinner table......but rather in a more subtle-yet-firm manner conveying that u know the difference between getting wasted and having "a drink"....and u hold ur family values in high esteem.

Be a bit sensitive and accomodate ur parents ...their initial jitters and uncomfortableness in talking to u....also telling them that u'd rather tell them bout having a beer than have it on the sly and fake that sobriety.