I really don’t understand how can anyone watch these serials.Serials like choti bahu,Pratigya,Pavitra rishtey and many more.I agree people who are retired and want to pass their time by watching these serials. These serials producers are minting money.In some telugu channels a question is asked after the end of each episode and they will send one pattu (silk) saree for each winner chosen in a draw.I just hate to watch these serials.
The most common things i have noticed are :-
All the females wear cheap designer sarees/outfits
All wear high heels in the house
All the married females wear those black beeds chains
There is always a vamp who wants to spoil the relationship between a newly married couples.
All the actors go to sleep with their shirts tucked in.
All the stories revolve around the same plot.
There is always a granny in all the serials who holds the beads and does jap.
Most of the families live in palatial houses.
There is always a bahu (d-law) who is snubbed.
Each scene has a different back ground music. And this back ground music makes people run to the TV not to miss the scene.
Most of the actors and actress participate in reality shows.
I don’t know how much these serials reflect the society…..
PS:- This post was there in my drafts since long. Uma post made me to post this.
Last two years were tough.Good it happened it made me a better person and it made me strong to cope with the situations.I pray i won’t get to see those years again.Was stressed out too much.
Much was spent in a hope that husband will get a job he was desiring in hyderabad but we were wrong in that.He didn’t get proper opening and he got a better job in Dubai.We gave 2 years time for ourselves and now that company doesn’t want him to leave them.
But some where a decision has to be taken and we are here.A new chapter in our life and as people here say kids will just love this place and will get adjusted soon.
Living alone was only possible with my mom and my immediate family support. And i thank them all for the emotional and mental support.I should not miss thanking my house help and my building watchmen.They both were very helpful. Any time of the day they answered my call,be it getting medicine from pharmacy, accompanying me at night,looking after the kids when i am went out or getting me a pizza etc……Now they both are helping my mother the way they did for me.
During those two years my best companion were my kids off course husband used to call everyday. Pinkuda missed her bad so badly that in the middle of night she used to search for him on the bed.And when he was with us she never used to take him out of her sight.He used to give her bath,feed her,take her to school,change her dress etc…….But when he left us she used to be depressed and used to behave very strangely.Now everything has come to an end and she is very happy to be with her dad.Now she ignores him a lot cause she nows he won’t leave us and go to Dubai.I should say sorry to kids for going through all this.
Those two years people have written me off,my financial status was questioned but i never answered them because i knew all this were temporary and i always believe in Sunshine after Dark.
I love summer mainly because i can get up late,no need for the kids to get up early and rush to school.During this summer holidays i can do my work leisurely no need to hurry up.Will be cooking much as i have to feed the two always hungry mouths with snacks and cool drinks…Has to see that my fridge is always full with the mangoes and Taati Munjalu (Toddy palm fruit).Brought taati munjalu yesterday and within no time they got over.Taati munjalu is popular summer fruit in Andhra.They are known as Tari in hindi,Nungu in tamil more details are here.
Waiting for relatives and friends to give raw mango pickle.That is the one thing which i have not tried nor will i try.So uma waiting for my parcel of pickle and i am sure you will make an awesome pickles and podis.
The thing i hate about summer is the water.Last year too i ranted about by water woes and the picture is same as last year.Every day morning i crib of not getting water as we are in the second floor.People on the ground floor hoard so much of water which if given to me will last for a week.How much i crib the situation won’t change.For this i am waiting for the summer to get over fast and we get rains here so that water level increases and i get enough water.
House is in a big mess and uma will vouch for it.She might have got a shock seeing my walls with full of art work by Pinkuda.I am just waiting for her to stop scribbling on the wall so that i will colour my walls with my choice of colours rather than plain white.
Leaving you all with a poem written by Varunavi…
“”Deep in my heart when ever you cry ,
I get cry first in my heart.
And then in my face,
Please don’t cry….””