Tuesday June. 5, 2012:

Diary Dearest,

          

          I can not stress enough on the last sentence of the first paragraph in the introduction to Diary of Memon Me (Me, Myself and Diary Dearest).

         

          Now I'm not sure if this is a universal phenomena or a phenomena at all, but when your sitting in the midst of over I don’t know how many million people from what not corner of the world and your are asked at point blank range, "kya aap memon hai?" (are you a memon?)….befuddled is only one of the words on a very long list along with confused, creeped out, dumb founded, and even slightly insulted.

           

          Like any sudden blow to the face….after the initial shock wears off, realisation dawns. And we remember the classic: "It takes one to know one."

   

          For the likes of new bees like me, its an important lesson to learn how to react to such curve balls. And for all the complicated social etiquettes in general society….a truthful answer with a smile is all it takes….that is that first you have to train to make sure the sudden seasons of rapidly changing emotions stay within your "Pandora's Box". One that I'm sure we all have.

           Moving on….now comes "name the category" part of your test. Its times like these which are best to check up on the you have general knowledge of your family tree….yours along with your granddad's -brother's- daughter's- son's- wife's, not to mention all the "-Walas" of the world.  There should be coaching classes that help young memons and many other groups learn about the categories and species of their respective societies. Yup, and seeing myself..there could be a lot of money to be made there.  

           Controlling how much of "the surprised" expression you give off when you realise that this fellow memon lady your mom is chatting up is your 7th cousin's mother's uncle's wife is critical. You don’t want to use up all you expressing emotions talent in one go..save some for when you find out that you both are "practically" neighbours..

           What happens after the little drop quiz karma happened to whirl at you? I honestly have no clue. From what I hear its stuff like "hum bhi pehle wahaan the." (we used to live there before too) Or "haan haan, bohoot congested hai" (yes indeed, its very congested)….which I am assuming is general small talk. But maybe there are hidden patterns and codes that I have yet to discover and decode.

            One of these "hidden codes" is the number exchanging at the end of, quite literally, the first meeting, the point of which I just never seem to understand. Is it just social protocol or are you really planning on "keeping in touch"? I guess its just another mystery one of the universe..perhaps one that can be solved as we learn more about our expanding realm of stars, galaxies, black holes and also; quite possibly, little green men.

            So to meet new people, going to pubs and "happening" markets is no longer necessary. All you have to do is get ready, after all…first impressions say it all, and walk down the street. Like I said we're all over the place. And if you manage to leave a lasting imprint, you might just end up having a solitaire on your ring finger. Ladies, don’t act too modest..you know exactly what I mean.
                                                
                                                                             And that's that,
                                                                                        Memon Me

Monday April. 30, 2012:

Diary Dearest,

      We jump with sheer excitement at being invited to someones house for what ever occasion. The women dance around with joy at getting a chance to dress up and show off. Though most of us don’t really need a reason, but that's a whole different book. The men brace themselves, after all accept it or not, you know you're going to end up being her dress up buddy/adviser and she yours, even if its an all ladies function. While the maid(s) on one end breathe a sigh of relief, on the other end  an outbreak makes hyperventilation seem like some kind of mutated contagious virus, being passed on from host to cook to helpers and back again.

    But lets face it, its human nature to jump and squeal with the pure delight at getting to eat possibly great food with absolutely no effort.

    And that statement right there has more flaws than this entire passage has grammatical errors.

    Firstly we must accept the fact that no matter how moneyed one is, the thought of a free meal and hospitality is always the most liberating of thoughts.

    But don’t get too excited, as the simple "Dinner Party" can very well be considered a war zone. Ladies, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Different ages have different uses for this multifunctional tool. For the "upper-middle aged", it’s the warm pleasure to "catch up", not to mention its their duty to society to  scrutinise the host, every hidden nook and cranny of the venue and the food.

    While some  of our so-very-mature upper crust are busy mentally dissecting away at living and non-living a like, others are prowling for the perfect daughter-in-law for their diamond of a son.  And this is where the dinner party morphs into both a cat walk/plat form to flaunt and a battle field to establish hierarchy between all the fresh adolescent.  But what ever is it, its sure to be full of all kind of  gossip, drama, silent showdowns, and honey laced insults.

    Moving on….being invited can be thrilling..i mean come on, nothing beats the mysteries of what all we'll have on our plates, literally and metaphorically speaking. And ambiguity is for all to enjoy, but of coarse for very different reasons, if you know what I mean.

 "Will the food be home cooked or by caterers?", "what will there be?" are some of the enquiries the kiddies use as sticks to poke your brains out. Then there is the ultimate "How is their food?". And that is when the host turns into a debutant chef of the hottest new joint, and guess what..ITS THE OPENING NIGHT!  Now this simple question offends even the invitees. Not to mention it leaves them befuddled and in serious doubt themselves of what to expect.

    So after the first round of appetising mingling comes the main course. I hope all my fellow eligible daughter-in-laws-to-be have already eaten or have something to munch on once you get to the sanctuary of your homes. Why you ask..? Don’t worry its not because the food is awful, not that that isn’t a possibility but because if you think you're going to get to stuff your face then you are seriously out of place. Eating the actual dinner is a balancing act for us young women. And do you have any clue how hard it is to eat like royalty and yet not come across as at all snobbish?! Although there isn’t any official protocol of table manners, your expected to show your own mix of memony elegance. Its an art!

    Basically if one wants to learn self-control and/or plans on losing weight, then all you need to do is dress up in all your blingy, shiny glory and get to the closest memon function.

                                                      And that's that,

                                                         Memon Me.

Me, Myself and Diary Dearest,

     

      Welcome to the pages of the very prestigious Diary of Memon Me. Firstly I want to clarify that I have absolutely nothing against memon. I am in fact, as I have recently come to accept, a true memon. And similar to how the song goes, I am hating it like I am loving it!! I'm sure you all have met a memon at some point in your lives, how could you not..we're all over the place!!

      As for Diary of Memon Me..? Well, as I go along my journey of the dos and don’ts of memon society…its nice to have people who can laugh both with you and at you when you decide on wearing your big black and red wayfarers to a memon engagement. ;)