With all grandeur, people are excited about my marriage. Everyone is waiting for my marriage with bated breath, the reason being, me the youngest of my family, well-settled, MBA with a good profile and a not-so-bad salary. The who’s who in my family are extremely concerned about the kind of girl, for some, she would be a sari clad “TULSI” from Kyunki fame and for some, she would be a mixture of traditional and modern and for some, a village girl who would be extremely cultured and for my friends, well, some still thinks, I will marry the girl whom I used to love though she’s married now and for some, I will, the moment section 377 is scrapped in India. Bizarre, but true, there have been lot of “bull and bear” expectations set on my marriage sensex. The excitement barometer rises high, every time a cousin of mine gets married or I get a new job. The “MARRCONOMICS” clearly states that to have a family afloat, a boy should get married to a girl or vice versa, work a night with dedication and stay happily, clueless for the next few months till suddenly you hear a “cry” in the hospital chambers, and then you decide the goal of your life and the amount of money you need to make till you are 50 depending on the “CREATION OF GOD”. For every person, the plot is nearly the same except the “here and there” incidents added or removed in order to make the picture look different from others. Life is no less beautiful than a Yash Chopra movie where the guy and girl with certain ambitions at some point of time suddenly forgets everything to find their love, can go any extreme to have their love in their life, forget career and ambitions, what ultimate matters is a life filled with punchlines like “Love will find a way”, “Someone, somewhere is made for you” blah, blah, blah and who else other than my sister knows it to the core and then an extravagant Sooraj Barjatya marriage is set where the couple gets married and happily stay ever after, sad, but it doesn’t work for me. The fascination of getting married has still not got on my nerves not, because I don’t want to get married but because, I don’t want to get married at the cost of my dreams and ambitions. I have never built fences around my life and have believed to live it with the beauty of boundarylessness of life. A child is certainly a gift of god, but for me, not necessarily when it has your own blood running in his/her body. For me, marriage is as sacred as worshipping god but more than that even if you emotionally bond with a person with respect even when not married is more sacred than anything else. But, my dreams have no roof in the society for I would be tagged as an “Ultra-Selfish” person who doesn’t value the dream of his parents.
So, let the euphoria continues, let someone else’s dream be fulfilled, the one who would be associated to me on the marriage night, let the friends dance and have all the fun to see one of their good friends getting wedded, let my parents see their reflection in me and my partner, LET THE MARRIAGE MANIA continues……
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
9 to 5 of a LIFE..
9-5, a time which is important for crores of people, especially men who believe that a picture perfect life starts with going to work in the morning so that he could earn money and save something for his family and give his children a future that they would be proud of. 9-5, a time which keeps thousands of people engage in their work and forget their family so that they can build a future rememberable for their family. 9-5, a time which is important for every middle class man whose ego is hurt if they spend time sitting at home from Monday to Friday when the whole world goes to offices for work. I, myself, have been a victim for more than one month when 9-5 engagement was almost zero.
Never could I have imagined in my wildest dream that today morning I will wake up with news which would make my morning a mournful one. My cousin informed me that my uncle who was in his early 40s expired leaving his 12 year old daughter and wife alone in this world. For the past three days he was in coma struggling with brain hemorrhage. The last three days of struggle was in fact a struggle which started in his life when he suddenly lost his job in a small private company. Life was completely perfect until one day he heard that the company he was working for made losses and he was asked to leave the job. And, then probably after that, there were blurs which affected their picture perfect small happy family and what remained were humiliation, struggle and desperation. The job loss had already taken a toll on his health and he became incapable to fight with his own conscience which could have questioned his existence innumerable number of times. Though he had four more brothers and a well settled family to take care of him and his small family but it was not easy for him to sit at home and see the pity on others eyes. He has worked in worst of places so that he doesn’t find disrespect in his daughter’s eyes or the discomfort felt by his wife when suddenly someone questions the profession of his husband. Working day and night and cycling 10 kms everyday for a meager 3000 was not an easy task for him, where instead of respect for his good work, what came across was humility. And, mounting pressure and self hatredness built the plot for his death.
Today, I have nothing to say, nothing to express as myself have been through this when I was sitting jobless for more than a month. It’s not easy for a man whose family have some dreams attached to him, when other’s lives are directly connected to your survival. And, when your own survival flounders, what remains is an empty picture, an imperfect one which doesn’t fit your family, neither it support the dream of your children nor it shows direction to your own existence. 9-5 a time which has taken lives of thousands and still will take in the future. 9-5, perhaps a blessing for some and curse for some others……
Never could I have imagined in my wildest dream that today morning I will wake up with news which would make my morning a mournful one. My cousin informed me that my uncle who was in his early 40s expired leaving his 12 year old daughter and wife alone in this world. For the past three days he was in coma struggling with brain hemorrhage. The last three days of struggle was in fact a struggle which started in his life when he suddenly lost his job in a small private company. Life was completely perfect until one day he heard that the company he was working for made losses and he was asked to leave the job. And, then probably after that, there were blurs which affected their picture perfect small happy family and what remained were humiliation, struggle and desperation. The job loss had already taken a toll on his health and he became incapable to fight with his own conscience which could have questioned his existence innumerable number of times. Though he had four more brothers and a well settled family to take care of him and his small family but it was not easy for him to sit at home and see the pity on others eyes. He has worked in worst of places so that he doesn’t find disrespect in his daughter’s eyes or the discomfort felt by his wife when suddenly someone questions the profession of his husband. Working day and night and cycling 10 kms everyday for a meager 3000 was not an easy task for him, where instead of respect for his good work, what came across was humility. And, mounting pressure and self hatredness built the plot for his death.
Today, I have nothing to say, nothing to express as myself have been through this when I was sitting jobless for more than a month. It’s not easy for a man whose family have some dreams attached to him, when other’s lives are directly connected to your survival. And, when your own survival flounders, what remains is an empty picture, an imperfect one which doesn’t fit your family, neither it support the dream of your children nor it shows direction to your own existence. 9-5 a time which has taken lives of thousands and still will take in the future. 9-5, perhaps a blessing for some and curse for some others……
Friday, November 28, 2008
Experiencing TERRORISM through Closed Doors of MIND
Wednesday night was not a usual night for me, it was not a night for me to find comfort on my bed, it was not a night when my eyes slept with solace, rather, it was a night of fear in my mind, and it was a night of insecurity as I was staying alone. Though not in Mumbai, my heartbeat stopped for umpteen number of times seeing the terrorist attack on Taj in Mumbai. Enough has been said, enough has been done and enough has been tolerated in the name of “Jihad”, not anymore.
Seeing those images on television and reading headlines at midnight, what hurt me the most was, the terrorists were “young boys” around 22-25 who were used for this operation. This is the age where the boys have high aspiration and want to do something for themselves and rise high in their life, but it's sad to see guns in their hands and killing people mercilessly. Are we so helpless?? Don't we realize that in the name of religion, a lot has been destroyed including innocent minds which have been brainwashed to carry such activity? All these events in the last 2 days have impacted me a lot and I took some time to read the diaries of these terrorists and understand their psychology. Going through articles on web, I gained a lot of insight on how these innocent individuals are moulded and influenced to carry heinous crimes which they tag under “Martyrism”. One of the Jihadis said in his personal dairy is “The only education they undergo is RELIGION”. For them, guerilla war involved "sacrifice for Allah". I happened to come across a cathartic journey of a jihadi who was caught and kept inside a jail, where he has penned down his memory. As a teenager, he was being exposed to the extremists group and their ideologies. The only thing in his mind was “not to lead a normal life” like his elder brother whom he condemned saying that it was against “Allah”. His diary offers a chilling, fragmented, self-portrait of a young Muslim man not only disaffected with Western society, but with other Muslims unwilling to join in jihad. All in the name of Allah, this was the only way to go heaven. I also came across a letter written by a 21 yr old who was studying in medicine in Sydney and his decision to become a Jihad. He says “Western patients look at me as if I'm a frog. They don't wish to speak English to me. How can I spend five to six years with them? A disillusioned Ul-Haque wanted to take part in a jihad with the militant Islamic terrorist group Lashkar-e-Taiba (LeT), fighting the Indian Army for the freedom of Kashmir. And he would fight to his death to become a martyr. But after finishing the 20-day Ul-Haque decided combat was not for him and he returned to Sydney but was convicted 25 years of jail.
According to Mr. Sageman, Jihad process has four stages. The initial trigger is a sense of moral outrage, usually over some incident of Muslim suffering in Iraq, Palestine, Chechnya or elsewhere. This acquires a broader context, becoming part of what Mr Sageman calls a “morality play” in which Islam and the West are seen to be at war. In stage three, the global and the local are fused, as geopolitical grievance resonates with personal experience of discrimination or joblessness. And finally the individual joins a terrorist cell, which becomes a surrogate family, nurturing the jihadist world-view and preparing the initiate for martyrdom. Many Muslims pass through the first three phases; only a few take the final step.
It’s so true that “Hate is not inherited but taught and believe me these young jihadis are taught to hate and kept away from living a peaceful life. The thing which is taught to these innocent children in schools is “We, the Muslims are good and the rest of the world, the Non-Muslims, is evil. And therefore, Good and Evil will fight and Good will eventually win through human sacrifices.” which was not true, the dream of children were molested every night when they heard shootings, yelling and screaming from the streets and alleys. Atrocities and continuous atrocities on these children have left nothing other than hatred which takes human toll in the form of bombings, killing and a brutal set of events which end the “LIFE” of thousands with a fullstop.
Seeing those images on television and reading headlines at midnight, what hurt me the most was, the terrorists were “young boys” around 22-25 who were used for this operation. This is the age where the boys have high aspiration and want to do something for themselves and rise high in their life, but it's sad to see guns in their hands and killing people mercilessly. Are we so helpless?? Don't we realize that in the name of religion, a lot has been destroyed including innocent minds which have been brainwashed to carry such activity? All these events in the last 2 days have impacted me a lot and I took some time to read the diaries of these terrorists and understand their psychology. Going through articles on web, I gained a lot of insight on how these innocent individuals are moulded and influenced to carry heinous crimes which they tag under “Martyrism”. One of the Jihadis said in his personal dairy is “The only education they undergo is RELIGION”. For them, guerilla war involved "sacrifice for Allah". I happened to come across a cathartic journey of a jihadi who was caught and kept inside a jail, where he has penned down his memory. As a teenager, he was being exposed to the extremists group and their ideologies. The only thing in his mind was “not to lead a normal life” like his elder brother whom he condemned saying that it was against “Allah”. His diary offers a chilling, fragmented, self-portrait of a young Muslim man not only disaffected with Western society, but with other Muslims unwilling to join in jihad. All in the name of Allah, this was the only way to go heaven. I also came across a letter written by a 21 yr old who was studying in medicine in Sydney and his decision to become a Jihad. He says “Western patients look at me as if I'm a frog. They don't wish to speak English to me. How can I spend five to six years with them? A disillusioned Ul-Haque wanted to take part in a jihad with the militant Islamic terrorist group Lashkar-e-Taiba (LeT), fighting the Indian Army for the freedom of Kashmir. And he would fight to his death to become a martyr. But after finishing the 20-day Ul-Haque decided combat was not for him and he returned to Sydney but was convicted 25 years of jail.
According to Mr. Sageman, Jihad process has four stages. The initial trigger is a sense of moral outrage, usually over some incident of Muslim suffering in Iraq, Palestine, Chechnya or elsewhere. This acquires a broader context, becoming part of what Mr Sageman calls a “morality play” in which Islam and the West are seen to be at war. In stage three, the global and the local are fused, as geopolitical grievance resonates with personal experience of discrimination or joblessness. And finally the individual joins a terrorist cell, which becomes a surrogate family, nurturing the jihadist world-view and preparing the initiate for martyrdom. Many Muslims pass through the first three phases; only a few take the final step.
It’s so true that “Hate is not inherited but taught and believe me these young jihadis are taught to hate and kept away from living a peaceful life. The thing which is taught to these innocent children in schools is “We, the Muslims are good and the rest of the world, the Non-Muslims, is evil. And therefore, Good and Evil will fight and Good will eventually win through human sacrifices.” which was not true, the dream of children were molested every night when they heard shootings, yelling and screaming from the streets and alleys. Atrocities and continuous atrocities on these children have left nothing other than hatred which takes human toll in the form of bombings, killing and a brutal set of events which end the “LIFE” of thousands with a fullstop.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
ROCKSTAR LIFE
"I want to live a life for sometime; I want to live everything within no time
Living my dreams keeping aside my worries, I want to live a life worth a lifetime"
A little bit of this and a little bit of that, a little bit of everything is all I want, that’s what makes my life a “Rockstar Life”. Not everyone gets a chance to be a Bill Gates making million dollar fortune or not everyone is born with a million dollar fortune. Not everyone gets to live with their dream on a bigger canvas, not everyone gets the adulation from everyone. I do not know what will happen in the future but definitely know how I can build my present. I do not want to live by fears, do not want to worry for the unknown nor do I linger on what others think about me. I neither want to be a demure face nor do I want a face recognized by all. I do not want my boat to be tied near the sea shore nor do I want my boat facing the wrath of the sea. I do not want to be loved by all nor do I want to hate all.
A life of few days but a life of innumerable moments, moments of anguish and pain, moments of sheer happiness, moments of love and hatred is all I want. A life not so long or too short, life full of music and a bit of emptiness, life filled with ambitions and a bit of restlessness, filled with fun and laughter and a bit of loneliness is a life I crave for. Life surrounded by beauties and sometimes besides unprivileged, sometime playing with the children and serving the old ones sometime. Driving Ferrari for a day and walking on the roads filled with dust is a life that excites me, a night in a cruiser and a day in an island, trekking mountains and discovering places is a life that I want. Shaking legs in a discotheque with girls sometimes and sometimes enjoying the music of nature in a chilling night in a desert is a life that will make me happy. Sometimes chanting prayers in a temple and sometimes experiencing ordeals with my friends is a life to die for.
All I want is a “Rockstar Life”, sometimes full and sometimes empty. I will find a way to my life for I want my life to be lived with all its glory. Why to waste time in cribbing when there are so many things to do.
"I want to live a life any day, coz I will be a happy man some day,
Days passing like wind so soon; I want to live my life today"
Living my dreams keeping aside my worries, I want to live a life worth a lifetime"
A little bit of this and a little bit of that, a little bit of everything is all I want, that’s what makes my life a “Rockstar Life”. Not everyone gets a chance to be a Bill Gates making million dollar fortune or not everyone is born with a million dollar fortune. Not everyone gets to live with their dream on a bigger canvas, not everyone gets the adulation from everyone. I do not know what will happen in the future but definitely know how I can build my present. I do not want to live by fears, do not want to worry for the unknown nor do I linger on what others think about me. I neither want to be a demure face nor do I want a face recognized by all. I do not want my boat to be tied near the sea shore nor do I want my boat facing the wrath of the sea. I do not want to be loved by all nor do I want to hate all.
A life of few days but a life of innumerable moments, moments of anguish and pain, moments of sheer happiness, moments of love and hatred is all I want. A life not so long or too short, life full of music and a bit of emptiness, life filled with ambitions and a bit of restlessness, filled with fun and laughter and a bit of loneliness is a life I crave for. Life surrounded by beauties and sometimes besides unprivileged, sometime playing with the children and serving the old ones sometime. Driving Ferrari for a day and walking on the roads filled with dust is a life that excites me, a night in a cruiser and a day in an island, trekking mountains and discovering places is a life that I want. Shaking legs in a discotheque with girls sometimes and sometimes enjoying the music of nature in a chilling night in a desert is a life that will make me happy. Sometimes chanting prayers in a temple and sometimes experiencing ordeals with my friends is a life to die for.
All I want is a “Rockstar Life”, sometimes full and sometimes empty. I will find a way to my life for I want my life to be lived with all its glory. Why to waste time in cribbing when there are so many things to do.
"I want to live a life any day, coz I will be a happy man some day,
Days passing like wind so soon; I want to live my life today"
Monday, November 17, 2008
“WORD”ROBE Malfunction
This is something which I have been hearing since long, thanks to Shobhaa De, “Politically Correct” has been the most widely used term, in most impolitically places and no matter how conscious we are, sometimes, we are a victim of “Word”robe malfunction, a slip of tongue and we are in the midst of problems. The most prepared and the best speakers can be in the trap of a faux pas, sometimes it’s a choice and sometimes the impromptu situations act as a catalyst.
Well, I am not writing a “Robin Sharma” piece of article giving gyan to people, what I am writing here is definitely a piece of shit, it’s about the incredible and unstoppable people who do not even think once before making a public speech and call themselves the “Best of the lot”. It’s difficult to fathom my thoughts especially in this post as I have decided to talk about people who make all kinds of mistake in a conversation and mend the ocean of errors with one word “SORRY”. And, sorry, I am not one of them. Speakers and writers like me who always don’t like to be controversies favourite child prefer to generalize situations and people and then attack on them, for e.g, expose yourself to everyone and then tell “It’s aesthetic and if you have it, flaunt it”. I must say, good slogan for prostitutes and how can I forget the politicians. They have literally molested the beauty of words with their filthy talks and promises which is a bright example of “Wordrobe Malfunction in anonymity”. I am reminded of a girl, who had possibly a crush on a friend of mine and while in a discussion over a cup of coffee, she says , “Well, I am actually looking for a flat, so do Naman (name changed), possibly we both can share the flat”, ugh….I am not at all writing with a middle class notion in my mind, what I want to say is to be clear and precise, your intensions might be sacred enough, but your words are not. I have seen people going publicly declaring their love and affection for a person, then one fine day, they break up , which is quite common and when asked, they say “ It’s very private and it’s JUST a failed relationship”. Good going, youths should learn from these public figures how to f*** around with n number of people and tag it as “FAILED RELATIONSHIPS”. And, then there are people, worst among the lot who has succeeded in “Wordrobe Malfunction” and let me tell you they are proud of it. And, you can catch them everyday and have a sneak peek at their foolishness, you just need to switch on the TV and most important, you should have curiosity to know what’s happening around you and what appears infront of your eyes is a sheer farce, bold letters flashing on your screen one by one, filled with utter crap, no less interesting than an Ekta Kapoor drama. Well, I am not at all attacking Ekta Kapoor in this post, thankfully, two of the biggest bores on TV History (which was not when it started) have tactfully ended, and I thank her.
Well, I have tried my best not to commit “Wordrobe Malfunction” in my post and thankfully, I have succeeded in it. I am happy and gay about it….
Disclaimer: This is a post which is not to be taken seriously, not to be read seriously, and not to be talked about seriously, it’s only to be “UNDERSTOOD” seriously.
Well, I am not writing a “Robin Sharma” piece of article giving gyan to people, what I am writing here is definitely a piece of shit, it’s about the incredible and unstoppable people who do not even think once before making a public speech and call themselves the “Best of the lot”. It’s difficult to fathom my thoughts especially in this post as I have decided to talk about people who make all kinds of mistake in a conversation and mend the ocean of errors with one word “SORRY”. And, sorry, I am not one of them. Speakers and writers like me who always don’t like to be controversies favourite child prefer to generalize situations and people and then attack on them, for e.g, expose yourself to everyone and then tell “It’s aesthetic and if you have it, flaunt it”. I must say, good slogan for prostitutes and how can I forget the politicians. They have literally molested the beauty of words with their filthy talks and promises which is a bright example of “Wordrobe Malfunction in anonymity”. I am reminded of a girl, who had possibly a crush on a friend of mine and while in a discussion over a cup of coffee, she says , “Well, I am actually looking for a flat, so do Naman (name changed), possibly we both can share the flat”, ugh….I am not at all writing with a middle class notion in my mind, what I want to say is to be clear and precise, your intensions might be sacred enough, but your words are not. I have seen people going publicly declaring their love and affection for a person, then one fine day, they break up , which is quite common and when asked, they say “ It’s very private and it’s JUST a failed relationship”. Good going, youths should learn from these public figures how to f*** around with n number of people and tag it as “FAILED RELATIONSHIPS”. And, then there are people, worst among the lot who has succeeded in “Wordrobe Malfunction” and let me tell you they are proud of it. And, you can catch them everyday and have a sneak peek at their foolishness, you just need to switch on the TV and most important, you should have curiosity to know what’s happening around you and what appears infront of your eyes is a sheer farce, bold letters flashing on your screen one by one, filled with utter crap, no less interesting than an Ekta Kapoor drama. Well, I am not at all attacking Ekta Kapoor in this post, thankfully, two of the biggest bores on TV History (which was not when it started) have tactfully ended, and I thank her.
Well, I have tried my best not to commit “Wordrobe Malfunction” in my post and thankfully, I have succeeded in it. I am happy and gay about it….
Disclaimer: This is a post which is not to be taken seriously, not to be read seriously, and not to be talked about seriously, it’s only to be “UNDERSTOOD” seriously.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Of FACTS and Fiction!!!
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!!!
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!!!
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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