tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25117125158198320342024-03-05T14:54:10.980-08:00Read Minds - Write thoughtsIts my way to pen down things and invite views and thoughts for a mind talk. We all are work in progress and need views and opinions to take decisions. Treat this as a small outlet to quote your views down, read through other's views and enrich our lives with example-living. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-84885519768988607612017-04-20T22:08:00.001-07:002017-04-20T22:09:07.868-07:00Pain - It is yours<p dir="ltr">No darling<br>
I cannot take your pain away.<br>
No matter how much I wish to.<br>
No matter that it pains me twice as much as it pains you. <br>
I cannot take it from you. </p>
<p dir="ltr">People can intrude into happiness. They can intrude into anxieties. They can intrude into peace. They can even intrude into tears. They can intrude into every fathomable emotion. But they cannot, just cannot, intrude into someone's pain. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We were born with the agonies we were supposed to endure. And I don't know whether fortune or misfortune it is, that no one was born with the ability to take it away. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So I cannot take away your pain. I can, however, stay by you and endure it with you. I can, however, hold you and whisper to you infinitely that "You are strong, and this shall pass", without quite knowing if it helps. I can, however, just try to pass on as much strength into you as is possible through my bare hands and soul. I can just be there and hope, desperately, intensely, with all the ardour, that it would help. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I cannot take your pain my dear, it is for you to endure, but I can pledge my soul to yours, so you just know you are not alone and would never be. </p>
<p dir="ltr">#EmoFridays<br>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-66067641318042084482016-11-08T17:37:00.001-08:002016-11-08T17:38:47.245-08:00GOT vs Saas Bahu <p dir="ltr">When Ekta Kapoor decides to compare GOT with her saas bahu dramas, this happens to me.....</p>
<p dir="ltr">#GOTFandom #GOTIsReligion 😂😂😂😂</p>
<p dir="ltr">Dear Miss Kapoor,</p>
<p dir="ltr">First of all, heartiest congratulations for your success in spreading filth, narrow mindedness, superstitions, importance of irrational hatred, selfishness and all those negative emotions in a society which is already tackling to overcome these. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Second of all, for your kind knowledge, there is a difference between Indian TV content and your soaps. Indian TV also hosts programs like Crime Patrol, Savdhan India and The Voice India Kids. It has also hosted in the past programs like Sarabhai vs Sarabhai, Shrimaan Shrimati, Hum Paanch, Malgudi Days, Hum Log, Dekh Bhai Dekh, Ghutan, Surbhi, Circus, Kora Kaagaz etc. etc. You see? The difference? </p>
<p dir="ltr">You raised a pointless argument here by comparing GOT to your serials. However, I take it upon me, to open your eyes to a few things that might give you some, if not all, the answers you are looking for. </p>
<p dir="ltr">1) GOT is a medieval fantasy. Let me know if you wish to typify your shows as medieval fantasy too. If you wish to do so, you are going to start an altogether new argument. </p>
<p dir="ltr">2) GOT has been shot at scenic locales like Belfast, Northern Ireland, Malta, Croatia, Iceland and Morocco amongst a few others to make sure it abides by its genre of fantasy. The writer, directors, screenplay artists have brought out an alternate world for us to witness. Your shows have been shot in extravagantly filthy rich houses and bunglows with spacious lawns and 2 km long staircases, adorned with chandeliers and satin curtains and whatnot. And then you say you portray "common people"s emotions and your neighbourhood aunties' ways. (I don't know how many of us have neighbourhood aunties who wear 5 cm long earrings even when they sleep.)</p>
<p dir="ltr">3) GOT makers undestand the significance of background music. (It is generally used to enhance the effect of a situation, just to let you know, in case you don't.) They understand subtlety and stay away from creating music that denotes unnecessary drama, even if it is a fantasy, to make sure you feel inside the world. They do not have inappropriate bollywood/hollywood love songs playing in just to stretch the whole thing. </p>
<p dir="ltr">4) While Jon Snow was resurrected, the makers made sure of doing it before the body actually burnt. Unlike Mr. Mihir Virani. (I read you guys brought him back after showing his funeral pyre without making it clear whose body was burnt, if it wasn't Mr. Virani after all). </p>
<p dir="ltr">5) I strongly advise you to observe the women in the show. They sure are selfish and backstabbing like in your shows, but their purpose is political. They are either avenging their families or trying to win the iron throne. May I understand what do your women fight for? Love of a husband who has proven himself an infidel 100 number of times? Or creating impression in the eyes of a mother-in-law who treats her daughter-in-law like a piece of shit? Umm, what? Why is validation of a woman by someone other than the woman herself such an important part of your show? </p>
<p dir="ltr">6) Your women wear jewellery and make up and saris even while they sit at home and plot the other woman's "barbaadi". They cook and clean and watch out after their children. And the children unlike the normal children spit stuff like "paay lagu ba" etc etc to ensure they look respectful in the eyes of their elders. Not sure which "yug" are you trying to depict here. You have "ba"s who live for 100 thousand years to see their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren and great-great grandchildren and shit, without Melisandre's ruby necklace. Like, how?</p>
<p dir="ltr">7) Your shows revolve around who will pick up the fallen spoon, and whether Raj will eat the laddoos that Pooja had made, and whether Bajaj will leave Rashmi to be with Neha, and whether Ba will understand Beti's wishes, and aarrghh. In normal world there are far worse problems than these and I so wish you make yourself aware of all those and stop being so stubbornly unaware of the REAL world. </p>
<p dir="ltr">8) Your shows do not end for YEARS together. GOT ends where it has to and a new series comes after a year to ensure that the viewer's are not bored to the hilt and the screenplay writers also get some creative time to come out with their best instead of just stretching one scene to nowhere or showing same stuff 200 number of times under the pretext of effects. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And if you still want to compare your shows with GOT and typify it as a medieval fantasy, I am sorry, but I am unable to find an alternate universe in your shows. They are mediocre, unmagical and they do not, absolutely do not, add any value to a normal person's time except make them think that a cat crossing a road is a bad omen and that if a light burns out before you do the aarti then the person may not live long. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I suggest you watch stuff like GOT, FRIENDS, Grey's Anatomy etc very carefully Or if you want to get inspired by some Indian TV shows, then the ones I quoted above should help. If you wish to get some more inspiration, do call me and I will give you recommendations. We can then hope to see some good things coming from you instead of some irrational hate saga dripping like a snake's venom from everyone's eyes and mouth.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-79624545149515030942016-10-16T01:31:00.003-07:002016-10-16T01:31:38.575-07:00Something is wrong somewhere<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yesterday my paternal grandmother came to me clutching
Chetan Bhagat’s “Two States” in her hands and asked me how I felt about the
author. I said he is a very famous author in India but I personally am not a
big fan. She then went inside her room and didn’t come out till late evening.
At the dinner table, she told me she loved the book. She loved Chetan’s simple
writing. It helped her understand some words of English that she had never
known so far. She said she would like me to get her more Chetan Bhagat’s books.
I bought her all of them. </div>
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I am sure readers who are reading this have already judged
my grandmother as a mediocre because she enjoys Chetan Bhagat and the likes in
Indian writing. But I can’t. She is one of those in my life who influenced me
into reading good books. She has a reading career spanning entire Marathi
Literature – classics and contemporary and if she starts a literary argument
with someone, she has all the odds of winning. That’s the kind of knowledge she
has about reading. She has trouble reading English literature, so I definitely couldn’t
have recommended her a Kafka or a Shakespeare. (I am not a great fan of Shakespeare
but I do love Kafka’s writing). I had tried suggesting her Amitav Ghosh and
Arundhati Roy in the past. She did try reading them and found them slightly
cluttered with large sentences making it difficult for her to catch up. (I love
BOTH).</div>
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If you notice, I am trying to make a point here. I see
Chetan Bhagat/Durjoy Dutta haters crying foul over the way they write and
questioning the abilities of their readers. Every alternative post that I have seen
since the release of “One Indian Girl” is a shame post comparing Chetan Bhagat
to cruelest of things. I am wondering for a while now, whatever happened to
CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. Why do we have to bash a person up just because he
wrote something we didn’t like? Why do we have to judge someone ONLY on the
basis of the reading choices they make? Everyone is entitled to have an opinion
about everything. Everyone is entitled to express it publicly. We call it
freedom. And unfortunately we remember only till here. They call it selective
acknowledgement or memory or something of that sort. We forget we are
responsible for our expressions as well. There is nothing wrong in expressions,
but whatever happened to being responsible while doing that? Why do we have to
criticize each and every thing that doesn’t match our choice? Who decides who
is a better reader? Who decides who is a better human being? On what grounds
are these comparisons being made? Virginia Woolf decided that she didn’t like
Aldous Huxley because she found the writing “All raw, uncooked, and protesting.”
But Aldous Huxley is still read and adored by many who like it all raw and
uncooked and protesting. And no one judges this reading base. I read a few
comments on some social networking sites blaming Chetan Bhagat for writing about
sex unabashedly. Let me tell you I was introduced to sex in books by Sidney
Sheldon and yet, Mr. Sheldon has a fan base as well as critics. </div>
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When you bash a person up it shows who you are than who the
person is. Every writer has a way of writing. Every reader has a different
perception about different things. Not everyone is going to read everything
because we have choices. Books have taught me to be open to ideas and opinions.
They have taught me subtlety. Criticism is good if it is going to make a good
change. The critics we see today look like they derive some sadistic pleasure
by putting someone down and whacking them with hurtful words and statements,
till they are satisfied with themselves. And when it’s still not enough they go
ahead and whack the people who support them. Even those who are neutral and
want to spread peace are not pardoned in this hate crusade. I am sure people are
going to pounce on me for writing this piece but again as I said it shows more
about them and not about me. </div>
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Just a humble request to everyone out there – encourage people
because we do not know who is what, has come from what background, with what past
or present. Laughing at someone for making mistakes is not a sign of being
human. Monkeys laugh without giving a second thought. It is cruel. It is
dangerous. Writing hurtful things about others who haven’t harmed you in any
way, is shameful. Be kind to people even if you do not agree with their
opinions. Remember there will always be someone who wouldn’t agree with yours. Would
you like them to treat you the way you are treating someone else? </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-88608027984013691872015-07-02T10:07:00.001-07:002015-07-02T10:07:27.640-07:00News n jail breaks <p dir="ltr">After the Tihar jail break, as the Delhi police teams try to trace the whereabouts of Mr Javed, superintendent of Jail 2 Mr. M. K. Dwivedi is still wondering "Hamari jail mein surung?" :O :|</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-12429072822678155462015-07-02T10:06:00.001-07:002015-07-02T10:06:36.550-07:00Gay marriages - A Right !!<p dir="ltr">... Le Me to my Mommy : Wow Mom ! Same sex marriages are finally legal in US. This is a huge step towards a free and liberated human society. And it sure calls for a celebration. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Le My Momma : You first take a decision about ur marriage. And then celebrate about that. And please marry a guy for God's sake.. :|</p>
<p dir="ltr">#MomsAlwaysNailIt</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-64419531279465526032015-06-16T23:14:00.001-07:002015-06-16T23:14:02.527-07:00No no no school please<p dir="ltr">A new bag, a new uniform, diligently pressed, a new set of pens and pencils, scales, erasers, geometry box.. a new school teacher, some old some new friends, a new resolve, a new schedule... School reopening marks the beginning of many new such things... Mothers and Fathers dropping of their kids at school or helping them board buses...</p>
<p dir="ltr">So while I was just sitting in the window yesterday, I saw this Father coming to help his daughter board her school bus... It was her very first bus ride ever to school... I could very clearly see the tear in the Father's eyes as his daughter howled at the top of her voice... 3 years of being together... Days spent in her Father's arms.. suddenly when her Father is letting her go she might have some feelings like these inside her.... </p>
<p dir="ltr">" Why are you tying my shoe laces so tight Papa? Why are you giving me such a heavy bag? I don't want the new dress I was troubling you for..I swear on God that I won't nag... </p>
<p dir="ltr">I hate to go away from you Papa, <br>
Why can't you see?<br>
Am I such a burden Papa,<br>
you want to set yourself free?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Why did you give me so much love Papa,<br>
Just to become such a hard stone?<br>
In a place full of strangers, they look at me with questions, <br>
If you just had to leave me like this alone? </p>
<p dir="ltr">I hate to be away from Mum, <br>
And I know so does she...<br>
Then why isn't she stopping you Papa,<br>
Why can't she see?</p>
<p dir="ltr">I will be a good baby Papa,<br>
Give me little time,<br>
I will brush my teeth on time Papa,<br>
And I will sing all the new rhymes</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh ! Look the school bus is nearing us,<br>
No, no, no Papa,<br>
Please listen to me, don't do this to us...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Did I just see a tear in your eyes Papa?<br>
So you also don't want me to go,<br>
but you are still doing this Papa,<br>
Why, please let me know!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh ! I remember you told me last night Papa,<br>
That you want me to grow,<br>
You want me to see this world and you want me to flow,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Like a river, whose destinations are infinite,<br>
You want me to look at the world,<br>
With new eyes and new mind,<br>
You want me to unfurl...</p>
<p dir="ltr">I know you are hurt more than me Papa,<br>
I can hear your heart beating loud,<br>
And if you are doing all this for me Papa,<br>
Then I also want to make you proud...</p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter how hard it is for both of us Papa,<br>
I will do what you want me to,<br>
Tell Mum that I will soar the skies exactly the way she wants,<br>
And learn everything new.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As I board the bus, I see your tear drop, right on your cheek, it slides in invisibility,<br>
And I know that you will follow my bus with your bike, <br>
Till you see me inside the school all hale and hearty,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh ! You love me so much Papa,<br>
I swear I love you too,<br>
Wait for me till the evening,<br>
For me to come back and hug you... "</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-10543107341292769852015-05-10T01:36:00.003-07:002015-05-10T01:36:51.113-07:00Mother's Day<p dir="ltr">My mommy asked me a few days back, why is being a mother so hyped these days? She said "I am a mother since so long but I don't remember doing anything abnormal. Suddenly we have a Mother's day, a Matru Din, so many posts asking to be shared if you love your Mother. What is such a big deal about being a Mother?" I stared at her for about a minute trying to understand her question. Is she trying to tell me that being a Mother is a piece of cake? Did she just ask me why her role is being worshipped? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Uhh !! Naah !! My Mom isn't that naive. She is my Mom. There has to be something hidden in these questions. A hint of sarcasm ? A different question altogether? Before answering I thought I better read between the lines once. So I thought about an apt response, but you got to be careful when it is my Mom. So i decided to answer it with another question. Reverse psychology. I asked her, "Does it make you uncomfortable to be put in the place of Gods? Does it not make you proud of the fact that your work is being recognized finally?" Her answer left me short of all the words in the world. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She said, "Let us leave aside the days and all. For me my Mother is my responsibility till the end of my life. But you guys today, after an age, decide that your life is your own. You fly away to foreign countries to never come back. You leave your parents and shift to a different house because you think, we are an intrusion in your life. Do you seriously think we mean to intrude? I mean, weren't we who brought you in this world? So technically, weren't you who came as an intrusion in our lives in the first place? Of course we don't think about you that way. But then its just that considering this can't we have any say in your life? I understand that we get too touchy about certain things. Too emotional and even possessive at times. But don't you also get emotional and possesive for your boyfriends, girlfriends, spouses and every other individual that you like in the course of your life? Isn't it just fair if we feel the same for someone who has been our flesh and blood? Why does it then irritate you so much? And why are we thrown out of the houses when we need you the most? We taught you to walk, talk, learn, count, eat, laugh. We felt ten times more pain than you when it hurt you. We gave you all that we could even when we couldn't afford that. We gave up all that we loved just to make you smile. You kicked us, hurt us. But we stayed on. To get thrown out from your lives one day, when you find someone who would mean more than us to you. Why? And then you celebrate these days." Dumbfounded. I couldn't react. Then she said, "Don't you worry. I have saved enough for myself so that when I am old and cranky, I don't become a burden on you." And she just walked away. Well !! Stunned !! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Today I want to reply to all that, "Mamma, I don't know why did you even think like that. I don't know about others. But for me leaving you was NEVER an option. No matter how many relations come and go in my life. No matter how much cranky you get. No matter how many fights we have. No matter how many times you and me shout at each other. No matter anything in this world. You will always be with me. You have saved the money thinking I would leave you someday and you would have to take care of yourself. Now use the same money to splurge. Ask me for more if you want. Whatever you missed when you were young and I was your responsibility, do all of that. Wear funky clothes. Party hard. Pamper yourself. Love yourself. Travel the world. Go crazy. Let me hold you going forward in this journey of life. Let me love you with the same passion with which you have loved me till date. Give me all your sorrows and tensions and just go back to when you were a baby. I promise that even if you get on my nerves, I will not leave you. Ever. My life is your gift and its my time to give you all that back. I love you." Happy Mother's Day my Love.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">What awed me about the movie is the fact that mere one enraged woman wrecked lives of four men. She knew her strength is not going to work, so she chose brains, she chose endurance, she chose persistence. In a society where public toilets, bus stops, tree trunks have "Raand Saali" engraved on them, where 70 year old men talk freely about having a 25year old woman on their beds, this movie is a horrific depiction of the gross facts of the society we live in. What moved me to tears is the transformation of a pretty young loving girl into an emotionless expressionless avenger. Giving back what she got , jo karna tha so karna tha.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Jaha bijli pani nahi aata, vaha desh ka kanoon kaha se ayega" - is such a gruesome truth that one cannot ignore. And what is at the end of it all - Mati ka Palang. </p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-10490530226553433312015-02-18T00:35:00.007-08:002015-02-18T23:52:33.572-08:00Marriage Uh Ohh !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My Mom kept asking me why was I so skeptical about getting married. Although I always came up with various arguments, she kept pestering me and with her indomitable Mommy spirit always behind me, I took my first step and registered on a reputed matrimonial website a few days back. Proposals poured in but nothing that caught my attention until I got this one – (see the screenshot) and I saved it so that I could get a good laugh when I felt morose.</div>
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This one awed me for various reasons. The presuppositions of this groom’s mother about a girl, with whom her son is going to spend his life, wonder me to an extent that I had to share this. I would also like to share my reply to this preposterous proposal. (The phone numbers and the name have been hidden for obvious reasons). I would have loved to share the groom’s photo as well but I do not wish to (1) put anyone into embarrassing situation and; (2) kill people of laughter.</div>
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1)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal;"> </span>Apart from noticing the wrong spelling of the word “seperate”, I also noticed that you hold a completely wrong notion about today’s girl. We do not get married with the sole intention of separating a son from his parents. We intend to respect and care for our husbands’ parents as much as we respect and care for our own because we have been raised with basic principles of dignity and honor. We also expect mutual respect and if that is not given, we are educated enough to find our own ways of putting stuff in place. And not to mention, if your sons oblige to our insistence then you sure got to think about the way you brought them up.</div>
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2)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal;"> </span>Again apart from noticing the “differance” of opinion that we have in this point, I also noticed that you do not seem to be very keen on incorporating healthy changes in your ways of life. I do not urge anyone to follow and understand the way I have lived my life for 30-some years in my own home, but if I bring about some positive change in yours and you bring about some positive change in me, then I only think that is a good bargain. A good way of giving and taking the good amongst us, so that we become better than what we are. What is so wrong with that?</div>
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3)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal;"> </span>No dignified woman would like a “ghar-jamai” husband. I do not even intend to ask anyone (even if that person is my husband), to help my parents in any way. He helps them or he doesn’t, I do not judge him by that. I judge him by the way he supports me when I support them. My parents’ are my sole responsibility and when it comes to them, there wouldn’t be any compromise, because they have raised me with the same effort that you have raised your son, maybe more than that. So I don’t expect help from your son, NEVER, I just expect a matured understanding human being. (I can no longer point out spelling mistakes.. M kinda tired !!)</div>
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4)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal;"> </span>And I cannot agree more to this point. Why did you ever think that any woman in this world could substitute my Mother? And what made you ever think that I have a “fantacy” like that? Let me let you know that I would never give my Mother’s place to anyone. She is and always will be my 1<sup>st</sup> priority. What I expect from you, is to know and understand this one universal truth of my life.</div>
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5)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal;"> </span>I don’t know what makes you think that Indian girls today don’t like “kunku” and “mangalsootra”. We are as Indians as you are. We love those gorgeous accessories that are so involved in an Indian marriage. We would gracefully adorn them and make them a part of our appearance permanently. But then, what is so wrong with making them fashion statements? We are educated girls, working in multi-national corporate environment, where we require being presentable all the time. And even if we are not working, what is so wrong with being mere presentable? If the attire doesn’t look good with a kumkum or a bindi, what is so wrong with not wearing it? Would we become single again if we don’t wear it? Does wearing a mangalsootra and a dot on my forehead make me your daughter in law, or does the house, the family, the festivals, the relation that we share make me that? I would not be your son’s wife because I wear all this; I would be his wife because I would feel like being. And that feeling is going to matter till the end. Although let me tell you, your son just lost his chance.</div>
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6)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal;"> </span>I guess you are little weak in your numbers like you are with your spellings. ‘Coz you just missed the number “6”. Probably you left the Hindi version of it for your son, if you get what I mean – Pun totally intended.</div>
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7)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal;"> </span>Between two individuals who have decided to live their lives together, I do not believe in the concept of insults. I know there can be fights and some shouting and most of the times I agree they have to be kept within. But there can be times when the fights get intense (I am just being real) and sometimes they go to such an extent that they might find their way out of the walls of the rooms; and these are the times when parents and relatives are supposed to work the matters out. After all isn’t that what friends, relatives and parents are for? Not to increase the bitterness but to help two upset people calm down and sort things.</div>
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8)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal;"> </span>Oh!! Finally my prospective mother-in-law (who just missed the opportunity of having an awesome daughter-in-law) makes a point that I completely agree upon. Wealth can never be basis of any relationship. What makes a marriage a marriage, is two equal individuals, who bring their own set of values and principles, hear out what each other have to say, help each other in overcoming weaknesses and make better humans out of each other.</div>
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To conclude, I think you took your profession (Law) a little too personally. I now know why the “in-law” thing scares girls all over the world so much. Reading your laws of marriage, makes me cringe on the way you must have brought up your son. When I look at him in this photo, I feel nothing but pity. Let me also point out one typical trait of my personality – I don’t offend anyone, unless provoked. But you must thank your luck! You have just been saved! <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-77802620444541418782015-01-20T21:24:00.001-08:002015-01-20T21:24:35.214-08:00The balance we all seek....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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- this life. You don't know at all, the turns it would take and the heights it
would climb upon and fall from; you just have to ensure your safety belts are
on. If you choose not to wear them, be sure your reflexes are strong enough to
grab the sides the moment it takes a wild unpredictable turn; if you fail, you
are either mortally wounded or dead. Clutching too hard to the sides doesn't
let you have fun and loosening the grip frightens you to death. It's the middle
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-52343198112290194172015-01-20T21:22:00.000-08:002015-01-20T21:22:33.546-08:00The child within me....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #141823;"><span style="line-height: 14.5pt;">When I was
about five or six, I loved behaving like an adult. I stole Mamma’s lipstick and
roamed around with her purse on my shoulder, pretending to go to office and
getting tired and coming home and what not. I loved to be useful and
responsible, never knowing the real meanings of these. I just </span><span style="line-height: 19.3333339691162px;">couldn't</span><span style="line-height: 14.5pt;"> wait to
grow up. And now when I have grown up, I don’t know how to go back.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;">Where my bag used to be filled
with books and papers and pencils and loads and loads of mischief<span class="textexposedshow">, today my bags are full with documents and files and
laptops and notes and loads and loads of work. Where I could be friends easily
even with the butterflies in the garden, today I find it difficult to even
acknowledge a person sitting next to me. Where a deep night’s sleep was an
everyday affair, today sleep is just a formality.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;"><span style="line-height: 14.5pt;">I miss my
lovely self. The little innocent smile, eyes full of sparkle, little feet
running around and creating a ruckus, messed up hair and palms smudged in dirt.
No fear of falling, no knowledge of death, not knowing what winning or losing
means so nothing to be afraid of. Saying sorry and thank you was so easy then.
Because I </span><span style="line-height: 19.3333339691162px;">didn't</span><span style="line-height: 14.5pt;"> know what the big “E” of “Ego” means. No judgments, no
opinions.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;"><span style="line-height: 14.5pt;">I miss me.
I miss that little thing that imitated adults but </span><span style="line-height: 19.3333339691162px;">didn't</span><span style="line-height: 14.5pt;"> really have to bear
all the responsibilities. I miss the time when going wrong and making mistakes
was okay and not a very big deal – the time when my only priority was me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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can go back to where we came from. But we still have something that can be
amended - today. None of us can look and predict and define the events of the
next day. But we can see – today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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look into the mirror and venture deep into our eyes, to find out the small
child in us who still loves to live today. Let’s grab that favorite chocolate,
candy, ice cream and cake. Let’s look at the bird out there and smile. Let’s
hear the sparrow chirp and try chirping with it. Let us be unafraid to let
people know that we love them. Let us be easy with the “sorry” and the “thank
you”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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wishing that all of us find the child from within us and let it be there for as
long as we breathe, because life is easy if we take it easy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-14388610071377366752015-01-20T21:17:00.002-08:002016-10-10T10:28:09.163-07:00Yes !! I am a GIRL !! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #141823;">I am a GIRL. Yes i am a GIRL..Born in this country; brought up with values of respect, dignity, love,
nurture, sympathy and integrity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;"><span style="line-height: 14.5pt;">As the year ends, the voices of
the endless "me"s, I hear. I hear the "me", who was aborted
in the womb; then the "me", who was shot at point blank range for
standing up for what was right; then the "me", who was raped by those
six in the middle of the night, they thought they were being "men";
then the "me", who was manhandled at that temple, just because I
wasn't moving faster in the queue; then the "me" who was harassed and
tortured by a certain boss at a certain workplace; a "me" who was
burnt alive by my own people; a "me" who was taken advantage of and
left in the middle of nowhere; a "me" who was assaulted for merely
being "me"; and many more such "me"s. I hear them all, loud
and clear. I have heard them cry. I have heard them shout for help. I have heard
them screaming. Now I hear them walking. Silently. I hear their feet and I hear
their souls. Like words don't matter anymore. Like enough was said but not
enough was done. I see them vigilant, I see them stronger than ever. They are
all a bunch of "me"s. N we are moving steadily towards all of those
"you"s who have taken us for granted. Those who felt we can be </span><span style="line-height: 19.3333339691162px;">victimized</span><span style="line-height: 14.5pt;">; you better know that we have decided to stop playing a victim. We
have decided to stop being harassed and subdued and tortured and played with
and taken advantage of. We have decided to stop dying.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;">The next time you touch me
without my consent, I will not draw my hands back. I will ensure your hands are
ripped apart, so that you do not even think of doing that ever again. The next
time you tell me I can't do something just because I am me, I will ensure that
I do it right in front of you, so that never again would you underestimate my
power. The next time you grope me or try to assault me physically, I will let
you see my strength and make you go down on your knees and beg for mercy. The
next time you shout at me or try to take me for granted, I will make sure my
voice reaches its highest decibels so that never ever you use your power
against me. The next time you try burning me alive, I will ensure that I rise
from my ashes and destroy your existence to its core. The next time you play
with my soul or body, I will make sure you do that for the last time with
anyone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;">This New Year I pledge to bring
out the strong, powerful, undeterred and fearless "me" - the survivor
"me". In today's times, when the saviours fail to save, when the
legal and judicial system ridicule, when my own family abandons and leaves me
homeless, when my parents decide to kill me even before I come in this world,
when my companions stab me deep, when I am treated like a no one - I will show
the world who I am. I will not back down. I was brought to existence by the
Almighty with a heart full of love, to spread joy and hope amongst the
hopeless, to be a ray of sunshine. But just remember, the rays come from a
fireball - you try to suppress me and I will explode - and the destruction
thereafter would be just a consequence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;">All the "me"s out there - let's pledge to
survive. Beat all odds and triumph<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-67961349570538660062014-06-27T00:52:00.001-07:002014-06-27T00:52:35.597-07:00The Last Little Chapati<p dir=ltr>When I was little, I used to tag along with my Granny while she cooked. She knew I loved to cook, so she used to let me make the last chapati with a little ball of dough and helped me roast it. Those were delightful days. I felt like a big girl when I made the last little chapati.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Today, I am 28 n my Granny 84. Today, when I make chapatis for family, my Granny tags along. She looks at me longingly. I know she still loves to cook but doesn't remember any longer how to do it. So I give the last little dough ball and teach her how to. She makes it and is delighted because she helped.</p>
<p dir=ltr>I cherish these moments and wonder how life has turned the tables. I feel blessed because life gave me this opportunity. To give back a part of my life, to the people who gave me my life. And to my Granma who gave me my first lesson of the last little Chapati.</p>
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<p dir=ltr>One day when I found myself utterly depressed, my doctor recommended meditation. He advised me to pray and contemplate, and told me that my qualms are somewhere linked to my spiritual origins. I found this amusing and at the same time didn’t want to believe him. I thought this can be a faux solution and there is nothing that anyone can do, but tackle with his/her daily frustrations, only as and when the day comes. There is nothing like an eternal solution to this. There can never be a day when I say that “today” was perfect, that “today” was without any apprehensions, “today” was without any fears. I went on to be my own victim, transiting through the days as if I was being forced to live them. As if nothing I did, really mattered to anyone.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Until one morning when I was dragging myself on the roads, I saw a truck of mirrors passing by. Several mirrors flashed on me an image which I barely recognized. I didn’t know who this person was. While I looked at myself, I realized that I was losing touch with myself. I am talking less to my soul these days. I have aged prematurely and I don’t remember when I smiled last. I could see some dark lines on my forehead and my eyes were a little less than hollow. It couldn’t have happened in a day, I thought. And that is when I realized that I have been doing this to myself since years. I haven’t had a clue of what my own thoughts were making out of me. And then I happened to read a maxim that almost suddenly woke me up from a deep slumber. While I was surfing one day I got to read a quote from Rhonda Byrne’s The Secret “The truth is that the universe has been answering you all of your life, but you cannot receive the answers unless you are awake.” <br>
I felt my thoughts spin on a completely different path. I now wanted to get to know myself. I wanted to understand what I yearned for, what is the purpose of my life. A few initial days, I thought meditating would be the best recourse. However, that didn’t seem to be working. I often found my thoughts straying and it was a tough job to sit still for a long duration. But this time I was not about to give up. The sense of being was so powerful that I started looking for various ways of contemplation. I found out through a lot of research that meditation was not the only remedy. A person can look inside himself through various other ways like taking up a hobby that one likes, or taking a walk early in the morning, or talking to trees or pets. Hence I spoke to myself and concluded that what I can best do is work out. I started with a walk, then a jog and then sprinted across the country-side. I started feeling the difference since the first day. While I sweated out, I spoke to myself. I got to know I love certain smells in the vicinity. I realized that there are some beautiful birds which visit some places everyday and I started paying attention to the way they sang through their little beaks. Their eyes now suddenly were of meaning to me. After a few days of my jog therapy, I realized that I could hear my voice. I had started connecting with myself. And this had happened only when I learnt to connect with things outside me. “Paying attention” was something I learnt really mattered. Whether it is towards yourself, or towards someone you love, or towards the things that nature has to say.  Life had suddenly started to mean something. </p>
<p dir=ltr>I had heard of spirituality but had never thought that I could be interested in it. At the same time, I also wanted to connect with myself. I wanted to know the essence of my being. Now that I had begun my quest, I didn’t want to leave it halfway. I wanted the Universe to conspire to help me achieve it. Like The Alchemist, I wanted to be able to conquer my fears and even if I fell seven times, I wanted to ensure that I get up the eighth time. </p>
<p dir=ltr>When I started my journey towards spiritualism, I never knew that things as tough as these can bring an absolute sense of joy. Connecting dots was an enlightening exercise and I had started to believe in the concept of an after life and spiritual origins. While we all want to make sure that we find peace one day, we fail to understand the little nuances of being an individual. The anticipation of reaching the destination is so strong, that we fail to enjoy the journey. While we all want to bring goodness in our own lives, we fail to realize that goodness to self is called selfishness and goodness to others is called selflessness. It is then up to us to realize whether we opt for the first or the second one. While I kept all these things in my mind, it was still difficult to love selflessly. Material world is a big obstacle for anyone who is in search of real happiness. You may want to make things good for the other person, but because the world has become such a place, your motives can always be looked upon suspiciously. How on earth do you then make your world a better place! At such times it is important for us to understand that although we might want people to believe in us, not everyone would. Hence keep doing and keep walking. Don’t stop and look back to see what the result is. If you have been true to your heart, the result would always be in your favor. </p>
<p dir=ltr>The Great Lord Krishna (in the great epic of Mahabharata) has said in his well-known scripture Bhagavad Gita “Karmanye Vadhikarastay, Ma Faleshu Kadachana”. This means doing the best possible work from your side is what you can do and you have a right to. What you get in return is neither your lookout nor your right. .... (to be continued. ..)</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Naupada, Naupada19.190678 72.97153tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511712515819832034.post-12216380365207892282014-06-03T02:52:00.000-07:002014-06-03T03:02:23.191-07:00A curd rice thought - Being Suman....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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its so difficult to avoid feeling hurt, even if what hurt you was a very small
incident. See the irony of life - What we love THE most, hurts most, makes us
cry the most although that's the only thing/person who can bring us happiness.
Huh!!! That's a tough one.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br>
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<span class="apple-style-span">Life sometimes makes us cynical of all things we
believed in till we were hurt. For e.g. When one is hurt by love he thinks n
re-thinks hundred times before saying "I Love You" to someone else
again. He/She doesn't remain sure of himself. He/She stops trusting
people.He/She refuses to believe in good luck. All this as a cost of one broken
relationship. They say it takes years to build a relation but not even a moment
to break it. One shot of distrust and the relation and the people involved all
shattered into pieces. We try and mend it and</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br>
<span class="apple-style-span">another blow. How do we stand up amidst all this?</span><br>
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</span><strong><i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">"A
successful person is the one who lays a firm foundation with the bricks that
others throw at him".</span></i></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br>
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<span class="apple-style-span">Well.....Thats how we stand up. Ever heard of</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><em>phoenix</em><span class="apple-style-span">?? Its a</span><em>mythological bird</em><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="apple-style-span">which is
said to be reborn from his ashes. Guess what this represents? Us, Humans. This
is how one needs to stand tall. Broken doesn't mean something that cannot be
mended. We need to stand up from our own ashes. And grow up to become even more
stronger. Never ever regret decisions that you take. Coz good or bad, they
taught you the rightmost things you wont have ever learned had you not taken
them. Say thanks to God, yes, but say thanks also to those who came and left
your life on</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><strong>THE
RIGHT TIME</strong><span class="apple-style-span">. You learnt your lessons from
them. Dont hold grudges. They only make you negative. Learn from situations,
dont keep cribbing over them. Just remember. You need to learn and teach.</span><br>
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</span><em><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">"The
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I donno whats up with this..but I think I always try to channel my energies
towards the positive things of life. Let me be real frank here,. I was not even
an inch of this a year back. Call it
"coming-out-of-adolescence-getting-into-adult" phase of my life. The
transition created havoc or probably the havoc gave birth to the transition. I
am still not sure which way was it!!!</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">All u people might be aware of the Geeta Saar;
something one might spot in almost every hindu house. Now another question! How
many of us really believe in it? Or how many of us really believed it when you
read it for the first time? Not many of us, I bet. I DIDN'T.</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">It starts with,</span><br />
</span><strong><i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">"Jo
hua, acche ke lie hua,</span></i></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span><strong><i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jo
hai vo bhi acche ke lie hai,</span></i></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span><strong><i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jo
hoga vo bhi acche ke lie hoga"</span></i></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">When I read this for the first time I was 8, the
age at which I got the first shock of my life. The moment I read this line I
asked God, "What good(accha) did you do to us when u took away my
Dad?" He didnt reply. One thing I admire about this super-natural,
omnipresent and benevolent being is that He doesn't answer any of your queries
by words. He answers them through various situations he puts us into. Since I
didn't get my answer I refused to believe</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><strong>GEETA-SAAR</strong><span class="apple-style-span">. But gradually as my life started unveiling itself, I
started getting my lessons and they made me believe in the philosophy "Jo
Hota Hai Accheke lie hota hai".</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">The struggles that my Mom went through(and
survived) after my Dad are worth lakh flowers(more than that). I got to see a
living Goddess. I've honestly never seen a mother doing for a child what my Mom
has done for us. I got to learn my lessons from my Goddess. Whatever I am today
is just because of her. I wouldn't have been the way I am had my Dad been
there. I suppose this is surprising for you people that I can talk positive
even for a word as harsh as "death". But when you are left with no
options, this is how you need to deal with all calamities no matter how
dreadful they are!!</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">Thats how I started my learning process. I believe
strongly that every person in some or the other way has some things in life
which we can learn. Every person has his chapters and his lessons, his exams
and his results. Why not just forget about ourselves for a while and learn
something new from every person we interact with? Imagine how knowlegeable we
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