By The Riverside

[Guest guest]

We had a picnic sometime back. Picnics can be enjoyable when you have the

company of right people. Of course, the location also matters. Our  picnic had

 all the ingredients to create an atmosphere of revelry.

     A river skirts the place where we live. It is not a river with a torrential

flow. It is quite wide but the water flows only through a narrow channel in the

middle. It changes its form in monsoon with water gushing down the mountain

range it originates from. Otherwise, it just meanders along peacefully. 

     There were a lot of people. Many of them were with their wives and

children. Among all the games, Tambola kept everybody occupied the most. It was

a Sardar who conducted it. He called out the numbers in Punjabi with his

trademark humour. You can always trust a Sardar to spice up things. I think it

is appropriate for a researcher to locate the gene in Sardars where humour is

encoded. It would be possible if a Sardar himself undertakes this project.

     Plenty of beer and sundry drinks were on offer. It is a different

experience to drink beer under a balmy winter sun. Try it and you would

understand what I mean. Beach volleyball after having beer was pure fun. Add a

dash of fauji humour to anything and fun becomes FUN.

     A few persons could be seen sitting idly alone or in small groups, away

from the boisterousness. There were couples wading through the river. Romancing

your wife has its own charm. Looking at the couples frolicking in the river, I

remembered my wife. I could simply gaze at the  river zigzagging like

a big snake. I was reminded of the song O mere maajhi from Bandini.

     I found the river conveying a message. A river parallels different stages

of a marriage. Have you seen a stream rushing down a mountain? It is no

different from the excitement and passion a couple shares in their marriage in

the beginning. The stream changes into a river as it rolls down into plains. The

calm and relaxed river in front of my eyes was what (my) marriage is now.

Sipping beer by the river gave me an exalted sense of serenity. Using the

analogy between a river and marriage, can a man experience the same feeling when

sipping beer beside his wife? I will try it. Will you?

Bharat  

[Guest guest]

Interesting, that you compare your marriage with a river, I guess that

would be all the way till it meets the sea!

Ravin '82

On Fri, Feb 10, 2012 at 5:03 PM, Bharat Sharma wrote:

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> We had a picnic sometime back. Picnics can be enjoyable when you have the

> company of right people. Of course, the location also matters. Our

> picnic had all the ingredients to create an atmosphere of revelry.

> A river skirts the place where we live. It is not a river with a

> torrential flow. It is quite wide but the water flows only through a narrow

> channel in the middle. It changes its form in monsoon with water gushing

> down the mountain range it originates from. Otherwise, it just meanders

> along peacefully.

> There were a lot of people. Many of them were with their wives and

> children. Among all the games, Tambola kept everybody occupied the most. It

> was a Sardar who conducted it. He called out the numbers in Punjabi with

> his trademark humour. You can always trust a Sardar to spice up things. I

> think it is appropriate for a researcher to locate the gene in Sardars

> where humour is encoded. It would be possible if a Sardar himself

> undertakes this project.

> Plenty of beer and sundry drinks were on offer. It is a different

> experience to drink beer under a balmy winter sun. Try it and you would

> understand what I mean. Beach volleyball after having beer was pure fun.

> Add a dash of fauji humour to anything and fun becomes FUN.

> A few persons could be seen sitting idly alone or in small groups,

> away from the boisterousness. There were couples wading through the river.

> Romancing your wife has its own charm. Looking at the couples frolicking in

> the river, I remembered my wife. I could simply gaze at the river

> zigzagging like a big snake. I was reminded of the song O mere maajhi from

> Bandini.

> I found the river conveying a message. A river parallels different

> stages of a marriage. Have you seen a stream rushing down a mountain? It is

> no different from the excitement and passion a couple shares in their

> marriage in the beginning. The stream changes into a river as it rolls down

> into plains. The calm and relaxed river in front of my eyes was what (my)

> marriage is now. Sipping beer by the river gave me an exalted sense of

> serenity. Using the analogy between a river and marriage, can a man

> experience the same feeling when sipping beer beside his wife? I will try

> it. Will you?

>

> Bharat

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