When I first started blogging (does that word exist?) I was doing it for myself. Just to keep a record. But when people started asking me questions like ‘why are you not blogging’ I was surprised (and flattered too!). It really amuses me that someone takes pain to read my gibberish. I’m not saying out of modesty, but there’s nothing very special about my life and I often write about myself. Anyway, this is a tricky situation as I have to be more careful while writing. Someone is watching!

The last time I wrote here was months back. Lots of things have changed in my life, in fact, some major changes. Everyday I get up and gulp down a pill which will be my constant companion till I breathe my last. Friends, here I declare that I’ve been detected to be suffering from hyper-tension (very unlikely syndrome for me as I never take tension; how can I do that when I don’t think at all?), in clear words, high blood pressure. Initially it was 150/100, but now clearly under control at 120/80. After all, the pill is there!

However, it was an accidental discovery. I visited a doctor due to an abdominal pain, which was later found to be caused by a stone in my gall bladder. It was discovered on March 8 this year and I hurriedly flew back to Assam to get it out through surgery. There, doctors refused to operate me as they detected my blood pressure to be beyond normal limit. Since then I’m on medicine and have been postponing my surgery as there is no pain now. Actually, I’m scarred of surgery! My cousin says that the Ayurvedic medicine he has given me will flush out the stone. Next week I’m going for an ultrasonography test and please pray to God that the doctor doesn’t find the stone inside me anymore.

Now the biggest news: I got married on April 30. It was a hilarious wedding where two cultures met, albeit with too much confusion. My wife is an architect from a Baniya family in Delhi. The reason why I mention her caste here would be better understood by anyone who knows how Baniyas are. Though my wife is very much unlike Baniya, her family members are true blue baniyas who celebrate too many festivals. So you can imagine how funny my wedding where both Assamese and Baniya rituals converged. It was held in Assam and my relatives were very much amused. They really had a blast. Till date we are a happy couple and hope to remain so! I believe God is with us and so are blessings of so many relatives. For the first time in my life I realized how much I’m loved by my folks, not only my parents and sisters, but even by cousins and uncles. Hey, don’t worry, it’s not that sweet. I have a horrible khudi too and anyone who knows my family can guess who she is.

These days I’m facing a serious identity crisis. I’m unable to decide if I’m an Assamese, a Jat or a Baniya. By the way, my landlord is a Jat and his family is my second home. So I have imbibed many of their traits and people in the locality I live in Delhi consider me to be one among them. Then come my in-laws. Initially they hated me, in fact, threatened to get me killed. It was not a blank threat as they are too powerful and rich and you know my can buy anything. But they later understood what a jewel I’m and everything ended happily. In fact, I’m their favourite son-in-law now and the kids ape me blindly. I feel like I’m King Khan. And believe me; people here in Delhi treat their son-in-laws like Maharaja. So, say ‘Your Lordship’ next time you encounter me. It has been three months since my marriage and I have lost count how many festivals my sasural has celebrated in these three months. You can gauge the situation when I tell you that DJ parties are thrown to celebrate birthdays and choreographers are booked in advance to teach dance steps. So, I’m happily enjoying my three-in-one life-Assamese in a Jatland with a Baniya wife.

Another significant changed in my life: I joined India Today. When I was growing up, there was no cable and India Today was my window to the world. When I came to Delhi I had only one dream- to join India Today. I’m immensely happy to fulfill my long cherished dream. And it happened immediately after my wedding. Now, that’s called lady luck. However, I would always remain grateful to my previous boss for my entry to India Today. It was only because of him I could achieve what I wanted. Thanks boss! I love you.

Are you still reading? Not even yawning? Please see a shrink.