"Bada hua to kya hua, Jaise ped khajoor; Panthi ko chaya nahin, Phal laage atti dooor"
We all know that it's an old adage. But it teaches us a right lesson always. Here in this adage, Kabir talks about a date tree which grows so tall and its fruit grows far as well that it is very hard for us to reach up and get them. It doesn't provide us shade so travelers can't even take rest under it. They just look at and pass by. It just tells us that there is no use to be proud on anything of yours until or unless its unable to give happiness to other people and share their sorrows or not helpful to other people. Today using the same adage I want to talk about Personal Beauty. We all know that beauty doesn't need any kind of ornaments. It is a gift from God to Human being. The person who gets blessed by nature, He gets blessed with precious beauty. A beautiful person, who has beautiful personality, gives a different kind of impression on others. Everybody likes beautiful person. Every body wants to be beautiful to have beautiful impression on other people. Whole world's cosmetics are just working on to make women beautiful, but its true that you can buy things with money but can't buy real beauty. You just can buy things with money to make it true. But the Creator doesn't want any kind of change in his creation. It is true that you look like nice if you have white skin, but just having white skin is not everything. It doesn't have to do everything with your personality. And instead of that the person whose skin color is okay (neither white neither black) can have better personality than the person having white skin color. Everything that shines doesn't mean its gold. If people are successful, its not because they are physically beautiful, Its just of their intelligence, the way they understand, their own understandings, their knowledge and their positive attitudes.
We all know that Nature is like kind and smiling mother. Lets talk about Mother Nature.
A Parrot is a beautiful bird but parrot harms the farmer's field by eating his crop Ex. Maize. If we see a honeybee, what is its job? We get honey from this bee, but if the same bee bites you and then it makes you cry too. You feel so much pain.
If you think about a black bird you won't imagine that it is so beautiful, but when you hear cuckoo's voice it is so sweet. About snake, nature has blessed a snake with its own beauty with very soft skin, with beautiful colors on body but I am sure you won't like to imagine what if the same snake bites someone. Right? Your beauty is not a true beauty until you don't get to know what is a real beauty means?
You see ugly eagles flying in the sky, but they help us to keep our environment clean. It's amazing thing to see in nature. And this nature teaches us.
I know our appearance is important. Although everybody wants to be good Looking; are beautiful people always happier people? They must be having some problems with being very beautiful too! Don't you think so? Being attractive is like being rich- it can help you find happiness, but it doesn't always make you happy. Simply try to be an interesting person. For Interesting people have interesting faces, and interesting faces are almost always attractive. The pride of physical beauty, your skin color is not stable forever. People say Physical beauty is not forever. It's just a guest for 4 days. The beauty is what is in your inside, that is beauty and that will live forever. Beauty is in good things what you do. Your nice behavior with others, the way you understand a person, the way you trust a person, the way you love a person, the way you care, the way you share, your honesty and your self- confidence. It makes your personality so beautiful. One thing to remember: People will forget what you say; People will forget what you do; but they will never forget what you made them feel. You are unique, and your character is unique. Never feel any kind of lack in you. To live wonderful you have to feel wonderful!
Some body said so true that a beautiful woman is a diamond BUT truthful, Honest, trustworthy woman is a treasure. And finally I would like to say that Beautiful person is that who does beautiful, who says beautiful and who feels beautiful and helps other people to do the same!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Obsession or sacrifice
Hello everyone....
last few days have been very tough without my lappi :(
This article is written by one of friends. I found it interesting so thought of sharing it with you all. Enjoy and please do comment.... Adios!!!
When I was young I was told that I am a bird, a bird that has beautiful wings, who can fly and reach to the skies with those wings, and her every flight will be a chase to her dreams. And what if nothing of that sort happened, if I am not lucky enough to reach the world of my dreams… what if someone’s cruel obsession takes me to his world of dreams, not mine with my wings.
Moments break down sometimes, forcing our destiny to be ruled out. I lost one more wing today. Am I becoming weak??? I don’t know, but the fact I know is my former flight was fake. Fake as if someone else used my wings to fly, and left me as unusable piece of trash.
U know generally Americans just use and throw everything which is not dear but is useful, but here in India we use, use and use and when it becomes useless we don’t throw, we DESTROY. We destroy its influence & existence, so that the essence is not even smelled by someone else. We become the only owners. Owners of our self obsession, owners of our wicked pride, owners of a fake territory whose existence influence just our minds…
I never understood why is it such a big deal to destroy, either they are uneducated or they never understood education. Is ruling someone weaker is a sign of pride or we think being a human ruling no less than a human proves us to be more powerful.
Choices define a human. Everyone has a choice, either to be a saint, or bring the animal outside him, as bad as an atrocious. One thing is for sure being a saint won’t help you survive in this materialistic world. Being a middle path follower, you have to compromise… but here in India we follow the extreme path. Being an animal, animal which causes destruction, the only way for him to survive in this aura of extremism, or may be we don’t want to compromise. But what does such a destruction of a weaker soul provide us???
The simple and obvious answer is luxury. Luxury of being cruel, being an extremist, one of the kinds who rule around me. Well now it is becoming a little confusing, how does luxury come to picture, how are we causing any destruction? Now let me narrate u a simple story which may solve our confusion here.
I knew an old lady, she had a big family. A son, his wife n his children. The bride could never give her a son nor could she bring a lot of dowry to her home. She was sent out to work, to sell everything that she had, her physical strength n later our body…her soul. She was beaten with every possible weapon; she had marks of the cruel obsession of her family on every part of her body. And one day when she became useless she was burnt to death, so that someone else could take her place and her wings could be used for their flight.
It’s not just one story, I have many. When one girl fell in love with a boy, he borrowed her wings. She made his notes, she made his assignments, she taught him for his exams, she prayed for him and his family. She gave herself mentally and physically to him. When one day she became useless he stood up and said, “it’s over, I was always your good friend.” He used her wings took a long beautiful flight and destroyed them.
How can u justify such an obsession? Is luxury the only important criteria to lead a good life? I have a justification which that boy gave that gal... he said, “I have to leave you, because if we live any moment together you will fall in love with me, which I don’t want. I just want to live this relationship as it is, but you want to change it, I have to sacrifice this friendship because of your attitude.
SACRIFICE…. How in this world can u justify such an obsession with sacrifice? I read it somewhere that when we sacrifice something precious, we are not loosing it, instead we are just passing it to someone who needs it more than us.
Suddenly the meaning of this word changed for me. It seemed like this word is made just to narrate the stories of some cruel kings, so that we can hide their cruelty of killing innocents in this beautiful word sacrifice for his people, or may be so that our kids should appreciate the end.
How can we equalize our obsession of cruelty with a sacrifice? Yes we sacrifice a lot of things for our obsession, say for example that old lady in the former story, or a drug addict. But how can you justify our obsession with a sacrifice.
Its very simple, you can never justify anyone’s bad deeds, sometimes you can’t justify yours either. But when I chose to write about it, I had to give you the justification that I got.
And yes, not everyone in this world is a cruel animal. There are still humans left for us, to lift our souls from death. They say “nothing can be destroyed; it’s just a phase of life. If you want to move on, stand up and run you can do that any moment of your life.
No one can destroy you on this earth other than your own self.” One of this kind, I met some time back. He had a conclusion for this note, a conclusion which was not necessary but yes it was sufficient.
Generally a conclusion is ending the article in a sad note or in some motivating words straight from bible, but here conclusion is the cause behind such an obsession. Every human is not born animal. It’s his upbringing which forces him to behave that ways. May be he is not stopped of showing such a behavior, or may be this is the only behavior which prevailed around which later became his life, his true identity. It’s not his fault until he does not understand what he is doing, this behavior is his identity, and he can never loose it.
And if he knows that being an animal is a crime & still he follows it, then I would call him a living monster. And its written in GITA that when you find a lot of living monsters around, you are in kalyug. Yug of kaal...or the era of darkness..!!!!
last few days have been very tough without my lappi :(
This article is written by one of friends. I found it interesting so thought of sharing it with you all. Enjoy and please do comment.... Adios!!!
When I was young I was told that I am a bird, a bird that has beautiful wings, who can fly and reach to the skies with those wings, and her every flight will be a chase to her dreams. And what if nothing of that sort happened, if I am not lucky enough to reach the world of my dreams… what if someone’s cruel obsession takes me to his world of dreams, not mine with my wings.
Moments break down sometimes, forcing our destiny to be ruled out. I lost one more wing today. Am I becoming weak??? I don’t know, but the fact I know is my former flight was fake. Fake as if someone else used my wings to fly, and left me as unusable piece of trash.
U know generally Americans just use and throw everything which is not dear but is useful, but here in India we use, use and use and when it becomes useless we don’t throw, we DESTROY. We destroy its influence & existence, so that the essence is not even smelled by someone else. We become the only owners. Owners of our self obsession, owners of our wicked pride, owners of a fake territory whose existence influence just our minds…
I never understood why is it such a big deal to destroy, either they are uneducated or they never understood education. Is ruling someone weaker is a sign of pride or we think being a human ruling no less than a human proves us to be more powerful.
Choices define a human. Everyone has a choice, either to be a saint, or bring the animal outside him, as bad as an atrocious. One thing is for sure being a saint won’t help you survive in this materialistic world. Being a middle path follower, you have to compromise… but here in India we follow the extreme path. Being an animal, animal which causes destruction, the only way for him to survive in this aura of extremism, or may be we don’t want to compromise. But what does such a destruction of a weaker soul provide us???
The simple and obvious answer is luxury. Luxury of being cruel, being an extremist, one of the kinds who rule around me. Well now it is becoming a little confusing, how does luxury come to picture, how are we causing any destruction? Now let me narrate u a simple story which may solve our confusion here.
I knew an old lady, she had a big family. A son, his wife n his children. The bride could never give her a son nor could she bring a lot of dowry to her home. She was sent out to work, to sell everything that she had, her physical strength n later our body…her soul. She was beaten with every possible weapon; she had marks of the cruel obsession of her family on every part of her body. And one day when she became useless she was burnt to death, so that someone else could take her place and her wings could be used for their flight.
It’s not just one story, I have many. When one girl fell in love with a boy, he borrowed her wings. She made his notes, she made his assignments, she taught him for his exams, she prayed for him and his family. She gave herself mentally and physically to him. When one day she became useless he stood up and said, “it’s over, I was always your good friend.” He used her wings took a long beautiful flight and destroyed them.
How can u justify such an obsession? Is luxury the only important criteria to lead a good life? I have a justification which that boy gave that gal... he said, “I have to leave you, because if we live any moment together you will fall in love with me, which I don’t want. I just want to live this relationship as it is, but you want to change it, I have to sacrifice this friendship because of your attitude.
SACRIFICE…. How in this world can u justify such an obsession with sacrifice? I read it somewhere that when we sacrifice something precious, we are not loosing it, instead we are just passing it to someone who needs it more than us.
Suddenly the meaning of this word changed for me. It seemed like this word is made just to narrate the stories of some cruel kings, so that we can hide their cruelty of killing innocents in this beautiful word sacrifice for his people, or may be so that our kids should appreciate the end.
How can we equalize our obsession of cruelty with a sacrifice? Yes we sacrifice a lot of things for our obsession, say for example that old lady in the former story, or a drug addict. But how can you justify our obsession with a sacrifice.
Its very simple, you can never justify anyone’s bad deeds, sometimes you can’t justify yours either. But when I chose to write about it, I had to give you the justification that I got.
And yes, not everyone in this world is a cruel animal. There are still humans left for us, to lift our souls from death. They say “nothing can be destroyed; it’s just a phase of life. If you want to move on, stand up and run you can do that any moment of your life.
No one can destroy you on this earth other than your own self.” One of this kind, I met some time back. He had a conclusion for this note, a conclusion which was not necessary but yes it was sufficient.
Generally a conclusion is ending the article in a sad note or in some motivating words straight from bible, but here conclusion is the cause behind such an obsession. Every human is not born animal. It’s his upbringing which forces him to behave that ways. May be he is not stopped of showing such a behavior, or may be this is the only behavior which prevailed around which later became his life, his true identity. It’s not his fault until he does not understand what he is doing, this behavior is his identity, and he can never loose it.
And if he knows that being an animal is a crime & still he follows it, then I would call him a living monster. And its written in GITA that when you find a lot of living monsters around, you are in kalyug. Yug of kaal...or the era of darkness..!!!!
Monday, April 6, 2009
Wanted- A pretty,beautiful and Gori bride...
Till yesterday it was said and believed that marriages are made in heaven. Today's matrimonial ads make us believe that the sacred task of bringing bride and groom together is their social duty and they discharge it in most mundane way, i.e. charging rupees ten per word(or whatever the rates are). Pages after pages are occupied. They have also nearly exploded the hitherto believed myth that beauty lies in the eyes of beholder. These ads seem to be proclaiming from rooftop come to us, each ad of ours promises you nothing but pretty, beautiful and fair bride. I wonder the ones who are not so lucky as to be acknowledged in terms of superlatives where and how do they advertise. Come to think of it now that we have beauty parlors on every street do we still have the ones who can not be termed beautiful. I bet you mustn't have come across an ad wherein plain looking simple bride is looking for plain looking simple groom or vice versa.
Most of the ads carry a great lie with equally great impunity, that is, no bride is dark complexioned, all are fair. Reaffirming our faith-everything is fair in love and war nay marriage. This in turn has threatened the parents of genuinely fair brides giving them both, Sleepless nights. Indian ingenuity is unique, ads now carry the word GORI in all sincerity and connotations. Necessity is mother of invention. Bazaar is full of oils, creams, masks and what have you, guaranteeing ( no warranty please ) to make you so Gori that you become nearly yes nearly unrecognizable even to your most intimate friends.
On the contrary, groom may be as thin as matchstick or as grotesque as the one show in 'Before' photograph of a weight loss center but he is ever handsome in the wonderland of ads. As if this was not a lie enough we have icing to top, he is dark and handsome. Darker he is, more handsome and he-man he would be. I wonder, why they don't refer girls as dark and beautiful or dark and lovely. Our efforts to be Gora/Gori could be traced back to the days of British rule in India. To look like 'Masters', to emulate master is a deep rooted hidden desire. We do have sayings such as Handsome is who handsome does. Beauty is but skin deep etc. etc. which declare our policy of splendid isolation with regard to superficial and earthly concept of beauty. All this is forgotten as soon as the boy comes of age. He wants to marry only a look alike of latest masala film heroine. Actresses of so called off wave and art films are at disadvantageous position here too. They invoke sympathetic looks. Needless to say that one can not marry and live happily long on sympathy alone. In their bid to look and remain Gori the not so Gori ones are employing every possible device. Cream, cucumber, orange, lemon, pulp and peels. Cosmetic surgery is also making hay while the sun shines. Your nose can now be chiseled to give Cleopatra touch. Can ask for a beauty spot of the size and specifications one so chooses. Color of your eyes and hair can be changed to 'mera wala blue'.
The meaning of 'decent marriage' need no explanation in India today. Similarly, 'fair' has acquired fairly large usage. All brides are, fair, sweet, caring, pretty, lovely and last but not the least 'homely'.
All grooms are tall, handsome well-settled and earning four figures … could be anything in the range of one thousand to nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine. Not impressive enough ! the trend or shall I say going rate is five to six figures.
Marriage celebrations in hotels and marriage halls has taken the fizz away. Warmth, overeating and weeklong celebrations have given way to dieting, diabetes and dining, buffet at that, which is nothing but too many crows kaw kawing and jostling for too little.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
"Woman"
Born not from the dust of the ground, as man.Created in the Image of God. Molded by the tender, intimate hands of the Almighty, Himself. Quickened by His Breath. Alive with soul. Uniquely created for relationship with Man and God.
The 'crown of creation' bestowed upon 'Woman' cannot be measured by gold or gems. Her value far outweighs the most precious of them. Her virtues cannot be purchased. Her beauty, unsurpassed even by the most delicate of roses, cannot be captured on canvas nor molded in marble. Though many a gifted artisan has tried.
Her moods ever-changing as the ocean's tide. Able to only be understood by the God who created her. Woman. Most beautiful. Most glorious. Most creative of God's imagination, has been given the privilege to bear life from life. Creating from within the confines of her own sphere. Strength of iron flowing in her veins allow her to conquer agony. Overcome the rending, ripping pain that grips her as she expels life from her loins.
'Woman,' carries the burden of comforting. Soothing the fallen men. 'Woman,' unceasingly strives for the answer to man's disease. Compelled to stand at the side of a loved one as they pass from this life, to the land of everlasting. She stands firm in her vigil, never wavering from her duty. Bears the burden of going on. Alone. Facing uncertainties with conviction she will survive.
'Woman,' wears kindness and charity as ribbons of honor.
'Woman,' is proof that God extends forgiveness to a world lost in confusion and darkness. A woman's lips can bestow healing peace. The smallest of woman's hands can hold the hope of tomorrow. For in her arms is the security for today.
'Woman's ' need for man is only surpassed by man's need of ' Woman.' Without her, his life is incomplete.
'Woman,' initiates balance between the world and home. She establishes a haven of protection from the hurts and slings of this world. She brings Glory and Honor to the Lord she loves. 'Woman,' blessed, is smiled upon. Carrying His message of Truth. To witness of His Sacrifice. To love the unlovable. To embrace the unwanted.
Built within the deep substance of 'Woman' is a desire to overcome adversities. To always finish better than she began. To improve what sometimes appears to be desolate. A 'Woman' can bring order out of chaos. Build a home from a house.
A 'Woman' is able to take a scrap of material and make a dressing table cover. Or, take a dressing table cover and turn it into a 'scrap of a dress.' 'Woman' brings decoration to each environment she inhabits. Hand her a hundred rupees note and she can stretch it till it almost tears.
'Woman,' with a tender caress can make an ordinary person believe he is a 'king.' 'Woman' can be a Friend, a Lover, a Mate. She's a Daughter and a Sister. She's a Wife, Mother and Grandmother. All manner of persons in one lovely package. 'Woman,' - unique - no doubt about it, not another creation like her since the beginning of time. Created to meet life's needs. Created to overcome life's challenges.
Ah,Woman! What can be said of that which has already been proclaimed, 'Good,' by God Almighty, Himself!
A tribute to all the women from my side. Hats off to you!!!
:)
The 'crown of creation' bestowed upon 'Woman' cannot be measured by gold or gems. Her value far outweighs the most precious of them. Her virtues cannot be purchased. Her beauty, unsurpassed even by the most delicate of roses, cannot be captured on canvas nor molded in marble. Though many a gifted artisan has tried.
Her moods ever-changing as the ocean's tide. Able to only be understood by the God who created her. Woman. Most beautiful. Most glorious. Most creative of God's imagination, has been given the privilege to bear life from life. Creating from within the confines of her own sphere. Strength of iron flowing in her veins allow her to conquer agony. Overcome the rending, ripping pain that grips her as she expels life from her loins.
'Woman,' carries the burden of comforting. Soothing the fallen men. 'Woman,' unceasingly strives for the answer to man's disease. Compelled to stand at the side of a loved one as they pass from this life, to the land of everlasting. She stands firm in her vigil, never wavering from her duty. Bears the burden of going on. Alone. Facing uncertainties with conviction she will survive.
'Woman,' wears kindness and charity as ribbons of honor.
'Woman,' is proof that God extends forgiveness to a world lost in confusion and darkness. A woman's lips can bestow healing peace. The smallest of woman's hands can hold the hope of tomorrow. For in her arms is the security for today.
'Woman's ' need for man is only surpassed by man's need of ' Woman.' Without her, his life is incomplete.
'Woman,' initiates balance between the world and home. She establishes a haven of protection from the hurts and slings of this world. She brings Glory and Honor to the Lord she loves. 'Woman,' blessed, is smiled upon. Carrying His message of Truth. To witness of His Sacrifice. To love the unlovable. To embrace the unwanted.
Built within the deep substance of 'Woman' is a desire to overcome adversities. To always finish better than she began. To improve what sometimes appears to be desolate. A 'Woman' can bring order out of chaos. Build a home from a house.
A 'Woman' is able to take a scrap of material and make a dressing table cover. Or, take a dressing table cover and turn it into a 'scrap of a dress.' 'Woman' brings decoration to each environment she inhabits. Hand her a hundred rupees note and she can stretch it till it almost tears.
'Woman,' with a tender caress can make an ordinary person believe he is a 'king.' 'Woman' can be a Friend, a Lover, a Mate. She's a Daughter and a Sister. She's a Wife, Mother and Grandmother. All manner of persons in one lovely package. 'Woman,' - unique - no doubt about it, not another creation like her since the beginning of time. Created to meet life's needs. Created to overcome life's challenges.
Ah,Woman! What can be said of that which has already been proclaimed, 'Good,' by God Almighty, Himself!
A tribute to all the women from my side. Hats off to you!!!
:)
Most beautiful things about Women
March 8 is round the corner. As all of us know it is celebrated as the International Women's Day. Although I wonder sometimes that a day of the year is marked to remind us the existence and contributions of fifty percent of human race :P.
Women- one of the most beautiful and complex creations of God. One of my friends other day mentioned to me about the approaching 8th March. So I just thought what is it about them that they are the most favorite subjects of poets? Why is it that men have laid down their lives for women? From emotional to serious to confused; what is it that makes them so special? And thus began one of those thinking sessions (Yeah, I do sometimes exercise my mind here in IIT :P ). Finally I came up with 10 most beautiful things about women. And these are my own observations. So this is what I came up with:
1. It has always amazed me how wonderfully giving and loving women are.Their love is unconditional. If a woman says she loves you, no one else in this whole world can love you more than her. Although they get upset very easily but once they forgive, they really forget.
2. The most adorable thing about a woman is her blush. Oh my, my!!! It speaks volumes and conveys things which she would not openly admit to. It shows she more than cares and is crazy about you.
3. And blush makes me think about their smile. Now, when a woman smiles she really smiles. She smiles from her heart and speaks with her eyes. She has a tender smile, a loving smile which can make any man go weak on his knees.
4. Ever looked into her eyes? Just pause for a moment and look into them. They may be deeper than Mariana Trench. A woman speaks a lot with her eyes. And believe me if you can read her eyes, you can decipher any code or language in this world. It is one of those things which makes her more vulnerable and yet more beautiful than men.
5. This may sound a bit odd to most of you. But it is amazing how women can hear you out for hours. They never pass judgments. Never say you are wrong (even if you behave as the biggest jerk in the world). They criticize without wounding.
6. Now this one is my personal favorite. I love a woman when she loses her temper. She gets all fluttered and says all sorts of things which doesn't mean, is very harsh and then bursts into tears. Oh my God help me out here, who is being yelled at? :P
7. I know many of you will call me sadist for this but I think the most beautiful and irresistible thing is her tear. It is guaranteed to break down the hardest of resistances and melt the stoniest hearts. On the other side it also shows the breaking of all the barriers a woman builds up. When a woman is crying she is opening up completely before you and trusts you enough for it.
8. I'm really amazed at the endurance of women.If men were dished even half the crap some women are dished out every day we would raise a hue and cry. But women bear it all and come out smiling. They even manage to love the jerk who does it all to them.
9. I love the general “do-good” attitude that is an undeniable part of every woman. They are out to reform everyone. They will give you sermons on all your vices (by the number of ‘vices’ they list you will feel a worse insect than Satan will) and tell you have to reform to be a “better” person. And will be hurt if you don’t wanna change.
10. And finally when I come to think of it, there isn't only one single thing that can make you love her. It is a perfect mix that makes us men go weak kneed. The sensuality combined with care; naughtiness combined with nurturing; the vivacity coupled with quiet understanding. It is a heady mix and man; its very intoxicating.
Women- one of the most beautiful and complex creations of God. One of my friends other day mentioned to me about the approaching 8th March. So I just thought what is it about them that they are the most favorite subjects of poets? Why is it that men have laid down their lives for women? From emotional to serious to confused; what is it that makes them so special? And thus began one of those thinking sessions (Yeah, I do sometimes exercise my mind here in IIT :P ). Finally I came up with 10 most beautiful things about women. And these are my own observations. So this is what I came up with:
1. It has always amazed me how wonderfully giving and loving women are.Their love is unconditional. If a woman says she loves you, no one else in this whole world can love you more than her. Although they get upset very easily but once they forgive, they really forget.
2. The most adorable thing about a woman is her blush. Oh my, my!!! It speaks volumes and conveys things which she would not openly admit to. It shows she more than cares and is crazy about you.
3. And blush makes me think about their smile. Now, when a woman smiles she really smiles. She smiles from her heart and speaks with her eyes. She has a tender smile, a loving smile which can make any man go weak on his knees.
4. Ever looked into her eyes? Just pause for a moment and look into them. They may be deeper than Mariana Trench. A woman speaks a lot with her eyes. And believe me if you can read her eyes, you can decipher any code or language in this world. It is one of those things which makes her more vulnerable and yet more beautiful than men.
5. This may sound a bit odd to most of you. But it is amazing how women can hear you out for hours. They never pass judgments. Never say you are wrong (even if you behave as the biggest jerk in the world). They criticize without wounding.
6. Now this one is my personal favorite. I love a woman when she loses her temper. She gets all fluttered and says all sorts of things which doesn't mean, is very harsh and then bursts into tears. Oh my God help me out here, who is being yelled at? :P
7. I know many of you will call me sadist for this but I think the most beautiful and irresistible thing is her tear. It is guaranteed to break down the hardest of resistances and melt the stoniest hearts. On the other side it also shows the breaking of all the barriers a woman builds up. When a woman is crying she is opening up completely before you and trusts you enough for it.
8. I'm really amazed at the endurance of women.If men were dished even half the crap some women are dished out every day we would raise a hue and cry. But women bear it all and come out smiling. They even manage to love the jerk who does it all to them.
9. I love the general “do-good” attitude that is an undeniable part of every woman. They are out to reform everyone. They will give you sermons on all your vices (by the number of ‘vices’ they list you will feel a worse insect than Satan will) and tell you have to reform to be a “better” person. And will be hurt if you don’t wanna change.
10. And finally when I come to think of it, there isn't only one single thing that can make you love her. It is a perfect mix that makes us men go weak kneed. The sensuality combined with care; naughtiness combined with nurturing; the vivacity coupled with quiet understanding. It is a heady mix and man; its very intoxicating.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Things That Bug Me
When you go to a movie and in the intermission you meet an acquaintance whose opening line to you is "Hey what you doing here?” How in the world do you answer that question?.
Of course I am here to take my swimming lessons from the gatekeeper so that I can win gold for India in the Olympics. Watch the movie??? naah .... Wont I go to the swimming pool to watch a movie ..... silly.
When I go to the store to and see the new toothpaste cover.It is the same toothpaste I have been using all my life. It says 'New and Improved'.What the hell!! If it's new, then there has never been anything before it and so what you have been using all your life just wasn’t there And what do they mean by Improved? Was I putting my precious teeth to risk by using something which i wasn't suppose to use in the first place?
People who call on the phone at 4.30 in the morning and ask 'Did I wake you up’. Oh no!!! You didn’t, I am usually up at this hour cutting out my paper dolls.
The phrase "You can’t have your cake and eat it too". Now tell me one thing? Why in the world would I go out and buy or steal or beg for a goddamn cake and NOT be able to eat it?
People who stop besides you as you are soaking wet, drenched to the skin in the rain and say "It’s raining isn’t it “.Rain?? What rain ?? NO it’s NOT raining.. I am this way coz I forgot to
take my clothes off when I took the shower this morning.
People who ask, "Can I ask you a question?" DO you REALLY give me a choice here, what do you want me to say "Buddy you already asked me one "
Another variation to this is someone coming up to you and saying, “Can I ask you a quick question”. The question sure is a quick one, but the bugging thing is that the answer takes about half and hour.
People who point at their wrist while asking for the time. Pal, Thank you very much but I know where my watch is. YOU don’t have to show me. Come-on!!!!! Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?
Now folks I am a very calm and collected person, don’t usually get rattled by these trivial things it’s just sometimes that I loose my &#&*# top at these people with their ^@&*&@(@*^@) habits and their &^*&##& AND I GET BUGGED
Of course I am here to take my swimming lessons from the gatekeeper so that I can win gold for India in the Olympics. Watch the movie??? naah .... Wont I go to the swimming pool to watch a movie ..... silly.
When I go to the store to and see the new toothpaste cover.It is the same toothpaste I have been using all my life. It says 'New and Improved'.What the hell!! If it's new, then there has never been anything before it and so what you have been using all your life just wasn’t there And what do they mean by Improved? Was I putting my precious teeth to risk by using something which i wasn't suppose to use in the first place?
People who call on the phone at 4.30 in the morning and ask 'Did I wake you up’. Oh no!!! You didn’t, I am usually up at this hour cutting out my paper dolls.
The phrase "You can’t have your cake and eat it too". Now tell me one thing? Why in the world would I go out and buy or steal or beg for a goddamn cake and NOT be able to eat it?
People who stop besides you as you are soaking wet, drenched to the skin in the rain and say "It’s raining isn’t it “.Rain?? What rain ?? NO it’s NOT raining.. I am this way coz I forgot to
take my clothes off when I took the shower this morning.
People who ask, "Can I ask you a question?" DO you REALLY give me a choice here, what do you want me to say "Buddy you already asked me one "
Another variation to this is someone coming up to you and saying, “Can I ask you a quick question”. The question sure is a quick one, but the bugging thing is that the answer takes about half and hour.
People who point at their wrist while asking for the time. Pal, Thank you very much but I know where my watch is. YOU don’t have to show me. Come-on!!!!! Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?
Now folks I am a very calm and collected person, don’t usually get rattled by these trivial things it’s just sometimes that I loose my &#&*# top at these people with their ^@&*&@(@*^@) habits and their &^*&##& AND I GET BUGGED
Obsession with Slumdog!!
"Oscars are no Olympics", said veteran actor Kamal Hassan. Indian film fraternity in its search of Global recognition has always been in awe of anything related to Oscars. I don't understand why is there so obsession with Oscars. Oscar is just another award and not the only criteria to judge a movie or a performance. Many a times deserving nominees have not been given Oscars. But we Indians are so mesmerised by anything western that we do not leave any stone unturned.
Recently the Slumdog mania hit India harder than the recession. Though there is no question about the geniusness of A.R. Rahman as a Composer but people have been over zealous in their reactions to the event. A lot has been said about in favour and against the movie. Legendary actor Amitabh Bachchan and noted writer Salman Rushdie have slammed the movie.Their point is it shows India in bad light. Here I'm not very convinced with the arguments of these two personalities. Slums are very much part of India as the high rise buildings and duplexes are. But we have overlooked this very important part in awe of our ever growing GDPs and Salaries.
Personally i feel the movie was very well made and the idea was superb, but when i watched other movies that were nominated i found Slumdog nowhere close to the other movies. The Reader for which Kate Winslet won the Best Actress Award was based on an exceptional storyline. The subject was highly mature.Though the plot of Curious Case of Benjamin Button may seem highly unlikely but the quality was better than Slumdog. Another movie which was nominated was about a Gay person being elected to public office.Here let me make myself very clear that I'm not taking anything away from Slumdog. Danny Boyle is one of the most talented directors around and the performances in the movie were also too good.But still it was not close to other nominations.
There has also been much talk about Slumdog being Indian or a foriegn film. I would not get into this debate but I would like to put forward one simple question: Would Slumdog Millionaire have got same response globally, had it been produced and directed by Indians? I guess we all know the answer. As has been the case before many deserving Indian entries have not found place in final nominations.
But yet as Indians we so much undermine ourselves and are so blindly after foreign recognition that we do not trust ourselves. Why is it not that Hollywood people make movies and leave no stone unturned to get them nominated to say Filmfare Awards? Why are we so obsessed with anything that is foreign?
Recently the Slumdog mania hit India harder than the recession. Though there is no question about the geniusness of A.R. Rahman as a Composer but people have been over zealous in their reactions to the event. A lot has been said about in favour and against the movie. Legendary actor Amitabh Bachchan and noted writer Salman Rushdie have slammed the movie.Their point is it shows India in bad light. Here I'm not very convinced with the arguments of these two personalities. Slums are very much part of India as the high rise buildings and duplexes are. But we have overlooked this very important part in awe of our ever growing GDPs and Salaries.
Personally i feel the movie was very well made and the idea was superb, but when i watched other movies that were nominated i found Slumdog nowhere close to the other movies. The Reader for which Kate Winslet won the Best Actress Award was based on an exceptional storyline. The subject was highly mature.Though the plot of Curious Case of Benjamin Button may seem highly unlikely but the quality was better than Slumdog. Another movie which was nominated was about a Gay person being elected to public office.Here let me make myself very clear that I'm not taking anything away from Slumdog. Danny Boyle is one of the most talented directors around and the performances in the movie were also too good.But still it was not close to other nominations.
There has also been much talk about Slumdog being Indian or a foriegn film. I would not get into this debate but I would like to put forward one simple question: Would Slumdog Millionaire have got same response globally, had it been produced and directed by Indians? I guess we all know the answer. As has been the case before many deserving Indian entries have not found place in final nominations.
But yet as Indians we so much undermine ourselves and are so blindly after foreign recognition that we do not trust ourselves. Why is it not that Hollywood people make movies and leave no stone unturned to get them nominated to say Filmfare Awards? Why are we so obsessed with anything that is foreign?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)