Three idiots reunion @ DC, Delhi

Oh my god, I will not exaggerate if I say I was dying to meet the another two idiots namely NTPC aka Anjali and the very museum like Handwash aka Shruti.Its been a long time that we haven’t seen each other. I resigned from HT in the first week of Dec. 2009, post which I met them in delhi just once before finally leaving for Lucknow , coz, I had to join another job so had to come back.

I had taken a full one week off. Although the visit to Noida, at my sister’s place was very objective as per my family. My Daa’d and my mom wanted me to see a guy so on the pretext of seeing another “Lallu” (that’s what I call all my perspective grooms), I also agreed coz I was dying to meet my remaining two idiots. We had spoken to each other for the ultimate rendezvous. Hey!!... Its gonna be lots of fun and full of masti..As I am a celebrity……hehhehe (just posing) so had to meet a lot of people . My two Bua’s family and some of my very close and kamine friends.

We decided to meet on Thrusday But there was one glitch, I had went on week days, although Saturday was also there but that was the last day. Anjali was fine as her status as of now is “Berozgaar” but madam Shruti had some problem as she had to go to office and to worsen the condition, she couldn’t ask for an off, specifically on Thursday as all the thursdays are suppose be the report submission day in her office.

We had to go to Shruti’s hostel at Mandi House to meet her as she threw a lot of (TANTE)tantrums stating that she can’t get an off. Lemme tell you one thing about this gal..She is so bad at convincing others especially two of us … she knew that we are not docile enough, but that day Anjali and I got surprised as she managed to convince both of us that she can’t get an off finally by any means. I had to do some shopping as I missed delhi’s shopping badly. So three of us decided that first of all Anjali and I will go to Shruti’s hostel for about two hours or so, will spend some time with her and then she will go to office and two of us will go for shopping. The plan was pretty simple, very much contradictory to our nature and our philosophy is that “mile to chutti nahi mile to ye lo GOLA”.

I badly missed roadside paranthe, chai, Maggie and needless to say fresh lime soda (salty) with my gang. A trifle from my side as well that I fast on all Thursdays, but as we often says “Exceptions are always there and Man changa to kathauthi me ganga”. I could find these two quotes apt for that particular day so that Thursday was an exception” as I didn’t fast.

Sad!! but no option left for us.. Anjali used to stay in pratap Vihar, Ghaziabad and I stayed at Indirapuram i.e. my place is on the way so I asked anjali to wait at a common place so that we could meet and board the metro for Mandi House i.e. Shruti’s hostel. As I was on the verge of crossing Kala Patthar a landmark, my vision got clearer. A madam fully wrapped in Red Dupatta covered herself as if like a Daaku hasina…..I couldn’t stop myself for hugging her tightly on the road ….U know one thing when u miss someone like hell and then u hug that person…it’s a divine feeling ..Totally out of the world….We were seeing each other after four months.Then we rushed towards Anand vihar metro station as we were getting very late. The reason was of course “I”….

U Know, there is a commonality in three of us, we three of us were forcibly single…that story we will share offline, sometime later…and another thing which was common in these two is “ZERO Balance” in their cell…….. they follow it strictly without no deviation. Bloody idiots saale ,./][>
We waited for ten minutes or so and we could see Shruti madam coming in, with her roommate Sania.….Oh my god …I was so happy that she had put on …hahaha…I was felling like a King, coz she always used to say “MOTI” to me…doesn’t matter even if I catch kwashiorkor(a malnutrition disease), she will still say the same to me. …aaahhhhhh it was a great moment…..finally we met……..three of us started observing changes in each other…Shruti and I have degraded and saali Anjali …oh goshh..m sure she had done a lot of homework on herself. She was looking hot…”Typical corporate types”.I was ok although Shruti couldn’t digest it…she started with her feeble objection handling dialogue that “mai to aise hi aagayi hun yaar nahai bhi nhai hun”.

It was a scorching day, but we stood under sun for five minutes. We kept on talking and no one noticed Sania, the other gal with whom Shruti came was feeling completely ignored. Generally we are nice people, but we did it again….. Wish we cud have a champagne to celebrate. doesn’t matter we had mineral water bottle. I opened the bottle and threw some drops at Shruti. Another problem, It was an auto strike in Delhi. So we had to walk down from Metro Station to the hostel.
The walk was really tedious as the weather was atrocious but Anjali and I acted like the opportunistic bacteria at that time and we utilized the 15 min walk in convincing Shruti to take an off. She kept on saying no and this time she was very adamant but we had strategy in our mind , we started off with confusing Shruti. A series of hit and trail methods were applied but what worked was “Emotional Blackmail”. I said very rudely to her “that’s how I mean to you, I have come form Lucknow to meet you and u bloody can’t take an off”. A lot of tonal modulation worked then she agreed but she said, " not sure". Somehow we dragged her from determined to the confused state .Anjali and I exchanged a winning nudge. The idea worked “If you can’t convince someone at least confuse them”.

After walk of 15 minutes, we reached the hostel, we saw a hefty and horrible lady, the warden, the looks were so deadly as if she is ready with the iron and is ready to give electric shock at Shruti’s ass. Well.. Shruti’s ass really needed it…Somehow we managed to get in for one and half hour. Now that was our turn the field had an elevation towards us and the ball was on the verge of moving into our court. The context was to convince Shruti for an off. We had thought of numerous plans but none got materialize.. The an idea’s bulb illuminated in Shruti mind and the excuse was the death of her religiou’s guru. To which she felt very guilty but lemme tell you the excuse was fucking awesome Man!!. and now it was the enactment of the script and she had to call her manager to tell the story..but the again the zero balance”. I am always the richest person as far as the balance was concerned as I had postpaid.

Finally we won as she succeeded in getting an off. Then we decided to go to the place where we have the Metro Route as that was an auto Strike, so we went to Janakpuri District Center. We started off with Roadside nimbu paani then we shopped a lot, ate, captured all good times. We spend money as it is going out of fashion…I exhausted my balance so we went to the ATM, praying to god that shruti’s salary is credited. Some of her salary got confiscated then and there. We had shopped everything right from tops to kutis, chappals, handbags, accessories and even decorative items. We left DC at around 6 PM. We all were getting late and the rush at metro station worsened the situation. I don’t know, why I had to go to Janpath now. But my friends never wanted to disappoint me so we decided we will just go for half an hour. We went there picked two tops from there and it was so late for Anjali and me as we had to go to Ghaziabad, but easy for Shruti as she had her stop after two stations only. Now it was a scene. We had 7-8 bags. We didn’t know whose stuff is kept in whose bag. Lemme take to to the scene.. We all were getting late we Continuous phone calls flashing on Anjali’s cell from Anuj, Anjali’s Bro, poor chap. Anjali kept on befooling him that it will take another 10 min while we didn’t even board the Metro and needless to say I was terrorized to see my cell ringing and it was my sister calling, who doesn’t entertain any excuse. We decied that one person will go to get tokens and the rest of two will arrange the stuff. Oh god that was hilarious and I could say so as I also witnessed coz I was the one who went for the token and I could see both of them sitting on the stairs with all the stuff and trying to sort which one is whose. So many people walking down the metro station looking at them as two rustics have got the first and last opportunity to shop. I got the tokens. We quickly got direct metro from C.P. to Anand Vihar. Shruti got down after two stations and we came home.

Such a memorable day. We meet to go depart again. I often say don’t expect friends when u grow old especially at office . We just get colleagues but I was wrong. I got my two favorite people.
Oh God!! I know… its just a compensation right in time for the irreparable loss that was caused to me.

Face of Surrogacy in India.....Lets salute all “TARAS”

Sabina and Tarun were happily married for seven years ..They had everything right in their life, the ample bank balance for all luxury, which one can think of………still a visible vacuum was there which was quite prevalent inside the walls of their house. They did not have a child, Sabina had three miscarriages in the last four years, She was advised by the doctor not to endanger her life and was strictly warned by the doctors against any such further cases, but the couple was dying to be parents. A poisonous feeling of being barren for the whole life was creeping in Sabina’s mind.The echos of cacophony of myriad dissonating emotions could be felt loud in their unsaid conversations across the corridors. Tarun thought for adoption but Sabina denied, as they wanted something of their own as bond of love and affection with a child comes only & only through your genes and your own DNA(s).

Then one of the common friends suggested them for the option of surrogate mother. That common friend seemed to be the miraculous messenger to the couple as now they have their own child. He is a grown up boy by now. The child has a nose and built like Tarun and Sabina feels great to see Tarun’s refection in him. Now the dining table looks perfectly complete. It’s a complete family now. Had Tara not agreed for bearing the child as a surrogate mother, the dessert of the couple’s life could have aggravated and we know only cactus breeds in the desserts. She gave them something for which they were yearning since long time. Something which can never be worded. Now Sabina could very much feel the most heavenly feeling of being a mother, which was almost not viable for her. Tara is not less than a God to the couple.A gift of motherhood from Tara to Sabina was like a full fledged rain in their barren life. Tara has the devout feeling that she could give the most beautiful and precious thing to the couple as a surrogate mother, and at the same time she got the payement for this so that she could touch some of the tentative equilibriums of her life as her family was undergoing a financial crisis. If we introspect, all such “Taras” should be amongst the highly respected women of the society.
We can relate to the depiction from movies namely Chupe-Chupke and Filhaal, wherin Preety Zinta and Sushmita Sen played the role of surrogate mothers. Although as far as this subject is concerned, the Indian cinema has withheld some of its pragmatic aspects. As in both the cases, the surrogate mothers didn’nt have a child already, wherin if we look at its legal aspect, Its mandatory for a perspective surrogate mother to have a child so that she has experience of delivering a baby and the affinity could be managegable with the second child.

As we know that surrogacy or surrogate means substitute which means using of a substitute mother in the place of the natural mother. So a Surrogate mother is a woman who agrees, usually by contract and for a fee, to bear a child for a couple who are childless because the wife is infertile or physically incapable of carrying a developing fetus. Often the surrogate mother is the biological mother of the child, conceiving it by means of artificial insemination with sperm from the husband. and the resulting embryo is implanted in the surrogate mother's uterus. Generally we can say that the uterus is borrowed for the development of embryo as the wife is not fit for bearing a child.It can be achieved by sexual intercourse, home artificial insemination and many other methods and techniques available at fertility centres.

When spoken to a few surrogate mothers, one of them said that they tell to their partners, some of them said that they do not disclose and tell the husband that the child did not survive post delivery. According to one survey conducted “With regards to whether or not the child should be told about his or her origins, 26 of them (77%) felt that the child should be told, while the remaining eight (23%) felt either uncertain or that the decision was not theirs to make. It is completely upto the discretion of the intended parents. None of them said that the child should not be told about the surrogacy.In India, according to the intended parents, the acquaintance with surrogate mothers banishes the very moment as soon as the child is handed over.

India has been identified as fecund market for surrogacy because of the comparitevely low cost. According to the report appearing in the website www.thedailybeast.com/blog, Indian surrogacy is now a half-billion dollar industry. Surrogate mothers in India cost considerably lower, about, a fourth of what it would cost in the U.S.The face of commercialized surrogacy is getting unveiled due to interference of legality and contracts. Its has been legalized since 2002 in India.

There are numerous circumstances and many complexities attached to it। Like any of the parties might withdraw post delivery one of the reasons could be that the intended parents wanted a baby boy and she is a baby girl even the surrogate mother mite withdraw on the basis of emotional grounds. Who will bear the cost if the baby does not survive immediately after delivery? What are the consequences if the surrogate mother dies during delivery? The Law Commission of India has submitted the 228th Report on “need for legislation to regulate assisted reproductive technology clinics as well as rights and obligations of parties to a surrogacy .”
“Mother” the name itself is sacrosanct then the question arises as to why surrogate mothers are not been respected in our society? People in India are not very much open to the idea of surrogacy due to social constraints and conservatism.

A tough valor is required to be a surrogate mother. As we say know, of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother. A gift of motherhood can never be surpassed. Lets not attach blue musings to surrogate mothers; A dead vegetation has flourished again with the onset of a new life. Kudos to all surrogate mothers.