I am tired of writing about me, my friends, and my memories etc. Now, I want to get rid off that silly word “Me” or “My” which features in almost 99% of “My” posts. Well, let “Me” tell, even “I” is synonymous to “Me” and “My”. So, “I” would strictly refrain from using these words atleast in this post.
A bit of fact and a bit of fiction is all what this post is dedicated to. A swanky little guy, excited about his first job, meets a woman who fits his definition of “Dream Woman”. Attracted to girls with a perfect match of brain and brawn, this guy took no time to put all efforts to be the most eligible bachelor in office. Trying to portray the best of a human being with no negative qualities, this guy was pretty sure to win this girl one day, but alas, life had other plans for him. One fine day, he came to know that the girl is hooked up to a much older guy and is getting married soon!! Of all the weirdest actions, this guy actually believed in putting a pack of condoms while traveling with her!! Not only that, with all due respect to the girl and her husband, this guy still cannot forget the only woman whom he loved. Whew!! Was it an effort to straight the records?? The character is not straight enough as it seems, there’s a lot more to it which people might tag it as an unusual piece of writing which a certain section of people adheres to.
“Anything for friendship” is what he believes, rather what he shows. And, certainly this particular chap knows all the tricks to hold people’s attention. Sometimes, people use to wonder, how come this chap manages to have so many friends, both guys and girls. People do forget that for this particular chap, everyone is an acquaintance who can be used when time comes. “Shrewdness” is often misunderstood as “Friendly”, and this chap enjoys all the accolades coming his way. Needs and Desires are the basic necessities of life and, not one person can fulfill everything, and this chap follows the rule religiously. Sometimes, those desires are fulfilled with a price, but, when “Enjoyment” is the only god you worship, you certainly cannot afford to be an atheist and restrain yourself from making your God happy with prayers, flowers and gift.
Meet this “Dude”, a term which he has glorified in all respect. May it be in terms of his dressing sense, the way he talks; the charisma of his persona has enthralled everyone. For him the best things in life are not legal. And, being illegal is not a sin for him when very few know about your moves. This “Dude” has had all the experience in his life and has sincerely enjoyed the dark nights, cozy bedrooms, scented bodies and everything which happens behind the corridors of sanctity. The perception of “best things” is definitely different for different people, but for this dude, “best things” are the human beings which possess the qualities to arouse you and take you to a different world.
Three characters, not necessarily a figment of “My” imagination but weaved in such a way that an interesting plot can be made. And, as per “my” promise, “I” have not used any of those words but still managed to hold your interest and ignite your curiosity to know more about these characters. There is certainly a striking resemblance in all these characters; they all know how to turn a fact to fiction just like “Me” who have not used “I”, “My” or “Me” but definitely these words have a favorable effect on those characters!!!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
REALITY Bites
I talk about men. Does that mean, women don’t hold my interest? Not really, I have always felt the woman inside me. All the qualities of a woman like compassion, jealousy, the extent to which they love, sacrifice. In fact, I respect a woman more than a man. Since childhood, I have been surrounded by women and have seen a gamut of emotions through my eyes simultaneously.
I didn’t have any friends till my graduation. I have always felt the security among women which included my mother, grandmother, sister and my aunties. Being in a joint family, youngest of them all and dominated by women, I have never really tried to feel like a man. I have experienced the extreme love and wrath of a woman. My mother has been the greatest teacher to me. Apart from my education, job, success, failures there was someone who taught me to be as compassionate as a woman, feel the pain of others the way a woman feels without uttering a word, being the epitome of sacrifice. In the process from childhood to adulthood, I never really felt to be a man and do all the things which are considered manly enough.
Yes, I do talk about men. And, being with a man makes me happy more than being with a woman. But, that doesn’t take away the sheer desperateness to understand a woman. I have been with a lot of woman and there’s always a mystery in their eyes. Behind all those backbiting, there’s always a mind who worries about others, in every bitter words, there is an exchange of feelings which only a woman can emote. I have always loved a man with the likes of a woman and loved a woman with a vengeance the way she loves a man. For me, there is no sharing in a relationship.
Yes, I do talk about men and feel secured when there is someone to support and take care of me as I have undergone the sheer pain and loneliness and craved for a shoulder which is strong enough to support me physically and give me a mental high. No, I am not in the midst of “Identity Crisis”, but it’s a “Reality Bite” of my life. It’s true that when I am alone, I am myself. And, infront, of those gazing eyes, I can be the best of person which resembles to the quality of a mother caring for her children or sometimes worst, which resembles to that of a woman’s jealousy, hatredness or sometimes ambitious enough that I instill the qualities of sheer determination, mental strength and sacrifice in myself. Behind every action of mine as a man, there’s a golden touch of attributes of a woman.
I didn’t have any friends till my graduation. I have always felt the security among women which included my mother, grandmother, sister and my aunties. Being in a joint family, youngest of them all and dominated by women, I have never really tried to feel like a man. I have experienced the extreme love and wrath of a woman. My mother has been the greatest teacher to me. Apart from my education, job, success, failures there was someone who taught me to be as compassionate as a woman, feel the pain of others the way a woman feels without uttering a word, being the epitome of sacrifice. In the process from childhood to adulthood, I never really felt to be a man and do all the things which are considered manly enough.
Yes, I do talk about men. And, being with a man makes me happy more than being with a woman. But, that doesn’t take away the sheer desperateness to understand a woman. I have been with a lot of woman and there’s always a mystery in their eyes. Behind all those backbiting, there’s always a mind who worries about others, in every bitter words, there is an exchange of feelings which only a woman can emote. I have always loved a man with the likes of a woman and loved a woman with a vengeance the way she loves a man. For me, there is no sharing in a relationship.
Yes, I do talk about men and feel secured when there is someone to support and take care of me as I have undergone the sheer pain and loneliness and craved for a shoulder which is strong enough to support me physically and give me a mental high. No, I am not in the midst of “Identity Crisis”, but it’s a “Reality Bite” of my life. It’s true that when I am alone, I am myself. And, infront, of those gazing eyes, I can be the best of person which resembles to the quality of a mother caring for her children or sometimes worst, which resembles to that of a woman’s jealousy, hatredness or sometimes ambitious enough that I instill the qualities of sheer determination, mental strength and sacrifice in myself. Behind every action of mine as a man, there’s a golden touch of attributes of a woman.
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