Strokes Of Pen

Indian weddings have always been famous. They are big fat Indian wedding, where everyone is invited. No one is left out. And, you always feel loved, full-of-life and enthusiastic while being a part of the grand affair. To provide everyone with similar taste, I had experienced so far, I ventured to be a wedding planner. ( Disclaimer : This story has been written as participation entry for Baggout competition:   http://baggout.com/blog/blog-contest.html?utm_source=blog_contest&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=contest2 . The topic was, " Your favorite celebrity is getting married and Guess What "You have been appointed the Wedding Planner". Your entry needs to discuss on how you would plan the whole wedding for your favorite star assuming that all shopping and bookings are done through Baggout.")

Returned from Chaliho Puja at Jhulelal Mandir, Sardarnagar, Ahemdabad, Gujarat, India, a few hours back. The reason you see stress on location is because I am worried. I am worried about the fact that Sindhiyat is losing its hold. Some time ago I was discussing about Chailo with my friend who lives in another state. I was shocked and surprised to know that my friend is not aware about Chaliho at all. I know modernism is good, speaking foreign languages is good but how can one  call themselves modernized if they are not aware of their own roots? While, I took that thought further and spoke to some of my other friends outside and inside India, the vagueness remained same. In fact, some of them even asked me, 'Sindhis mein Chaliho hota bhi hai?' Being born and brought up in typical Sindhi area, where every festival and occasion is celebrated with zeal, this came as a huge shock. Well, I maybe lucky in that department but the amazing thing was that my friends had all knowl