Meet The Perfect Woman!

“Is perfect woman a myth, or a mystery, or both.’ In my thoughts, ‘perfection’ is a concoction of both that shrouds the minds of all. In this pursuit of perfection, some of us want a perfect husband, wife or mother-in-law. But when the reality hits us, the picture is totally different. Amid our high expectations of ‘perfection’, we miss out or deliberately ignore the attempts or efforts put in by the other person.

So much of gyaan around perfection, right! OK, let me introduce you to the perfect woman I know. Professionally, the world knows her as an award-winning advertising professional, but I know her as a woman who is balancing her ambitions and family. Meet Komal, my decade-old friend, who took the challenges of life in her stride and made the most of life.

Art is what inspires the talented creative professional in her. Ability to crack award-winning ad concepts is her passion and she excels in the same. But one thing that gives her immense satisfaction is her weighing scales going leftwards. Following a diet plan effectively during a day and losing weight is her added accomplishment. Her make-up comprises of a bindi, kajal and a lipstick.

But is it all that makes her a perfect woman. No! there is much more to her personality that makes her close to perfection in my eyes.

She got married nearly 2 years back to the person she loved in her workplace, and with all that came a lot of responsibilities, and now, as a younger daughter in law, she is fulfilling all her duties without fail.

Her day begins in the kitchen and ends in the same. But that doesn’t mean she spends the day in it too. After slogging whole day in the office, she comes back home, cooks the meal for her family, manages her nephew, tends her pregnant Bhabhi, and the list is endless.

Now, you must be feeling hers is just another story of a professional woman. How is she perfect in her life? Here comes my interpretation of perfection. She might be just another woman, but the fire in her makes her perfect for me.

While coming back from office, she never avoids going to vegetable market to source the best produce. And forget not! Even negotiate for the products and get a worthy deal. This is just a beginning. She is quite mature, understanding and cooperative in every sense.

So much I am influenced by her, that I feel she has left big shoes for me to fill post marriage. In fact, whenever I will feel down, I know I have Komal as my inspiration and my driving force up there on a next call, guiding me and helping me sort the mess in life.

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If I had a Time Machine…

 

Time is such a unique phenomenon. It has spanned millenniums, generations, dynasties, families. And still it is unstoppable. That’s the beauty of time – it never stops. But if it gives me the power to travel in time, I would prefer to go back to past, since I am one of those who believe in ‘Old is Gold’ phenomenon. While choosing the time, I would prefer the much heard glorious time of my family, i.e. pre-partition India in West Punjab.
Both my paternal and maternal side was from that region. Since childhood, I have heard a lot about the life out there. Both my Nani and Dadi used to narrate about their heydays during my childhood. In fact, these were one of the best stories of my life. Their possession of gold in heavy quantities, social stature and wealthy lifestyle always made me think; what if I get to visit this location and unearth the crude realities faced my families.
Besides looking at their lavish lifestyle, my main quest would be to find out more about their existence by my own observation. Which otherwise would be impossible, since I would not be able to see my grandmothers and grandfathers in their youthful days.
Would I have befriended them, or gave them insights to leave the place safely, before the attackers come and forcefully take out all the family members out of newly built Pakistan in 1947. Who knows, I would have even helped those in need by taking necessary items like food, clothing, tents to help those in need.
I won’t say that my presence would change the course of history, but that journey in past would swrite over weekend badge.urely bring me closer to my roots.
Where would you travel, if given the power to go back in time? Share your views with me in the comments section.

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