An hour at the hospital

The past few days have been quite dull and uneventful. Being the novelty seeking person always on the go, montony in any form galls me to the core. Life is all about change and I strongly believe no matter how positive or negative the change seems to be, the final outcome is liberating. 

I landed in Bangalore after some three odd years. Started life afresh with a new job and a new set of people around. Life seemed on track and it actually is. Touchwood! I like my work and am doing well. Touchwood again! My kitchen and my drawing board have become my best pals. Yes, cooking and cartooning have become the love of my life off late. But like an unfaithful lover, I have started hunting for new grounds to keep my soul young and alive!

Yesterday, a friend of mine had high temperature and I had to take her to Apollo. Waiting for the much awaited Dr. Doctor in the lobby, I looked around. The only lively beings in that pool of stricken faces were small kids loitering around, completely unaware of where they were and what  for! Jumping and all excited they went in the doctor's cabin and howling and crying they came out…(Can somebody find a substitute for injections please!!!) I looked at a friendly and cheerful little face across the hall and said to my friend in a light hearted tone, "Yaar ek bachcha laa do, mann laga rehta hai". She looked at me and smiled. I knew what she wanted to say, "Tum Pagal ho, kuch nahi ho sakta tumhara":D

Had I asked for anything else that moment, that would have been granted. Hardly two minutes had passed when I saw the same cute little face smiling at me just beside me! No sooner had I smiled back than this cutie, who was happily seated on his dad's shoulders almost jumped on me. I had to literally catch him! He was all smiles. The moment I held him in my arms , he gurgled with delight,  hugged me tightly and in no time the two of us became the bestest buddies in the world:)

He refused to go back to his dad and even his grand dad who looked at me with utter disbelief, unwilling to accept what their eyes had seen! For the next one hour, till the time I was in the hospital, this little angel kept me engaged, sometimes playing peek-a-boo, sometimes strolling in the hospital with his little hands clutching my fingers tightly and his little feet trying to run. I don't have words to express the joy I felt from within, playing with this tiny 11 month old - Nobby! Never in my life had I prayed for someone to be in the hospital forever. But this time I did. I didn't want my friend to come out of the doctor's cabin so that I could spend more time with my new friend. I just wished I could take him home and keep him forever. But some things aren't possible:) Out came my friend and I had to bid good bye to this wonderful being. 


Did this end there?Nopes, that night, after ages I had levitation dreams, where I was with a tiny tot inside a big bubble, floating on calm waters, levitating, playing and the entire feel of the dream was that of joy, innocence, purity, upliftment and freedom! 

That one hour in the hospital made my day. And...night too:)

Then tragic, now comical moments:)

Few days back every TDH in school was preparing for the placement season. I had shock tremors run down my spine when I saw children taking notes and literally rattofying expected interview questions and then cracking the process! I tried to follow them and started flipping frantically through MBA books only to realize that just wasn't my cuppa tea! Worried, I went to an enlightened soul to show me the light(every achiever big or small turns into a counselor). I just could not assimilate the fact that four semesters, forty-five subjects could be learnt in 7 days. So what had they done?Simple, mastered any one of their favourite subjects:). Cool!!!Happy with the solution, I went through Corporate Finance and was on cloud nine the day I completed it! And what confidence! Nobody can stop me now. But how could I forget, I am HIS favourite kid, the chosen one(TCO). HE only knows in what ink and in what mood HE wrote my destiny! Following are the interview questions that were deal breakers:

Interviewer: What is your favourite subject?

TCO: Corporate Finance(I was waiting for this one!)

Interviewer: Ok, so let's talk about Banking.

TCO: @#$%&*!

So the next time I prepared four subjects(to be on the safer side). But then HE had a different plan for me...

Interviewer: Do you read?

TCO: (Can I say a NO to that?)Yeah...

Interviewer: You like history?

TCO: (Tempted to say NO, but that would be blunt and rude! Ask me about MBA you UKeP) I haven't read much but I enjoyed whatever little I read in school.

Interviewer: What did you enjoy? Ancient/Medieval/Modern?

TCO: (WTF! Kyu gadey murde ukhaad raha hai?) Modern.

Interviewer: Which dynasty Chanakya belonged to?

TCO: (Which part of Modern history will tell me that you ass*&^%) I don't know which dynasty he belonged to but he mentored Chandragupta of the Mauryan dynasty.

Interviewer: I never asked you that.

TCO: (Go to hell!) That is what came to my mind Sir, I am sorry...

Interviewer: When was the Battle of Plassey fought?

TCO: (I know this...)1751...No, 1757...No, 1751(F***)

Interviewer: You only said you enjoyed history.

TCO: My fault.

Interviewer: It's a shit job. You will go a long way if you do something of your own.

TCO: (That's why you are doing it. Suits you!)

Interviewer: You wanna say something or ask something?

TCO: (Yes, one question. When was the last time you smiled you narak ke gutter mein ladne wale pig ki intestine ke keedey!!!) The pre-placement talk was very informative Sir. You have already answered all my queries:) ( I don't want this job now even if you pay me double! Just pray we never meet across the table with positions interchanged, I will make your life hell!!!)

But today, looking back, I think I quite enjoyed the grill and the thrill:)

Can't think of a title

Have been up whole night, possessed by a thought that I had been struggling to keep away from. Downloaded some soulful music to lull me to sleep, but the idea backfired! Bloody human mind is so damn sharp, you just can't dupe it and so damn adamant, you just can't ignore it! If you tell it not to think about something, it will think about it more intensely! In an attempt to keep the rascal distracted for a while, I decided to scribble here. And now, I am tempted to write about the thought that has kept me awake but I won't. I won't let the imp have its way this time. I WILL NOT go overboard with my feelings today. End of this crap! Good morning, go back to sleep, it's Sunday anyways. 

Summers, Sohail and Shama and the Mango Showers !

She looks at the carton that reads, "Aamche baagetoon, tumche tablavar" (from our orchard to your table). The same story, every summer! Come May, come mangoes and all those sweet memories that once lived a golden period. Shama is instantly deported to the past...

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"You still haven't left? It's 7 o'clock already! Why do you have to always keep me waiting?" yells Sohail on the phone.

"I am on the way Sohail, just gimme 15 more minutes", replies Shama frantically. She's such a liar. She'll take another fifteen minutes to iron the sea green tunic that she carelessly left in the balcony to dry just an hour ago. Yes, she has to dry it, put it on, wear the minimal but quintessential make-up that Sohail adores and be at the apartment twelve kilometers away, all in fifteen minutes! She's always been like this. Doing nothing the whole day and fumbling the last minute ! But Sohail loves it. Everytime he would see her prim up in five minutes flat, he would say in a sing song tone,"Jaadu hai, koi toh jaadu hai !" and would plant a gentle kiss on her forehead.

But today she's late. Her mind wanders to think of some excuse that would pacify Sohail's anger and 'blink' God sends the Alphonsos ! She spots the 'aamwale bhaiya' by the roadside. Hastily, she stuffs her backpack with five of those irresistible intoxicating yellow fruit.

"Bhaiya, jaldi mein hoon, khule nahi hain, paise kal le lena!" and before the poor fellow can understand what's happening, she's off!

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"Thad thad thad", she bangs at the door. Sohail silently unlocks it. 'Thaddddddd...' and the door swings wide open. She's just not tripped. But now she's got the chance and chance par toh dance karna banta hai, that's her birth right:)

"I could have fallen Sohail, I could have broken my arm! And how many times have I told you to get the stupid door bell repaired? Don't you realize how bloody irritating it is to call you to open the door? And why don't you pick up the damn phone? " she says in her characteristic high pitched voice pretending to be angry. Sohail doesn't reply, just gives her his typical not-again look. 

Ooopsss, this didn't work! After all, Sohail knows every trick of hers.  She opens her bag with a fake pata-nahi-sab-mujhe-hi-kyu-karna-padta-hai expression. She takes out those juicy fruits one by one. With two mangoes in each hand, she walks towards Sohail. Now it's Sohail's turn. "Fridge wahan hai, yahan nahi", he too tries to pretend to be angry.

"Did I say you are a fridge? Main toh sirf tumhe bhog laga rahi thi. Just smell these Alphonsos once." She winks.

"I am hungry, haven't had anything after breakfast, can we have dinner?", asks Sohail in an irritated tone.

"You lay the dishes, I'll cut these mangoes. Man, I just want to eat all of them all at once! Can't wait any longer", she says her mouth watering.

Like an obedient one-woman man, Sohail spreads out the newspapers on the window sill. They always dine over there, fighting over small things and then looking out of the French window to convey their disagreements. They always eat from one plate, no matter how blood-thirsty they are for each other! 

After having just five morsels from the plate, Shama gets up, "I am done, now I'll have mangoes."

On a normal day Sohail would have said,"That's very bad Shama. Everytime you do this and then you trouble me the whole night saying, 'I am hungry.' " But today he's angry, he's really angry. He just doesn't respond.

She brings the chilled freshly cut Alphonsos from the freezer and shamelessly starts nibbling at them. 

"Ummmm.Heaven!"she says making all those faces while Sohail watches her with a mixed expression of anger and love. 

Two, three, four...she gorges herself with the mango slices. And then suddenly, "You wanna have some?" she asks. Sohail wants to say 'Yes'. 

"No," says Sohail.

"Aaaahhh ! I forgot. Mangoes aren't meant for you, you develop boils. Badddd, how can I forget that ugly scar on your knee!!! Sorry baby, you have one more chapati." she teases him.

"But one slice doesn't make a difference." dryly he mutters but ensuring he's loud enough to be heard.

"We'll have milk as soon as we finish this. That would balance it.What say?" she says acting more innocent than him. That said, Sohail pounces on the plate as she watches him guzzle the mango slices. She's happy with the guthlis(mango seeds). She just loves them. She had to eat those slices just to get him to eat!

Anger blows out like ash.They would have a great night. Fighting, crying, laughing, dancing and eating mangoes! Sohail and Shama...!

Time pass

I made this using MS Paint...Zuzu Vodafone...Tried to give the 3D effiect...:-)

You can paint wonders

Have you ever thought how effective and powerful a tool MS Paint is? Many sophisticated graphics application programs such as Photoshop are based on the same basic principles that can be learned using MS Paint. Don't have Paint Shop Pro? Don't worry, MS Paint can be as effective for drawing and editing pictures and cartoons. All you need to do is use the tool bar smartly. Numerous shapes, complex pictures can be drawn easily using the menu bar, tool bar and color palette trio. Add a bit of imagination and MS Paint will dazzle you with its capabilities !

Just to get the hang of things you can try out the following figures that I have designed especially for this post. 

Yes, MS Paint is neater than what you think. Just use the curves, the shapes, the eraser and the palette intelligently and you can paint wonders:-)

Ad-diction

Axecution

Here are few more creations of my idle head:-)
Have mailed them...hope to get a response...

Howzatttttt!!!!

Yeahhh,,,,World Cup fever has got me down...infact it has gone into my head and wreaking havoc this way :-D

All eyes set on the ICC World Cup 2011 semi finals between India and Pakistan in Mohali.

Nothing at all

Have gallons to say but words just aren't pouring out. Is it lack of inspiration? Not really because then I wouldn't be scribbling here. Lack of motivation? No, because then I wouldn't be so desperate to share. A niggling uneasiness...a medley of emotions...something tugging at my heart, dodging my brain...it's overwhelming, it's confusing...my mind wandering from down memory lane to the unexpected and unseen...picked up my paint brushes, but the canvas is as clean as it was. And now, after having blurted out 'nothing' in this post, I think I'll go out do sports...probably that would be a good vent. By the way, isn't this proof enough that I am yet another toddling wannabe writer on the block struggling to translate thoughts into some seminal piece of literature?;-)
Hats off to all seasoned writers...writing is quite a task and yes, very challenging!

Dhobighat : A Smart Move

Dhobighat has paved way for a whole new genre of elegant, intelligent and artistic movie making. I think the movie is quite a smart move by the veteran actor from a business perspective. Aamir is known for being very selective and so we get to see his movies once in a year or once in two years. Apart from a terrific performance by the seasoned actor, what a viewer expects in an Aamir Khan movie is the flavor of surprise...'what is it this time?' and the star lives up to this expectation by leaving a distinctive mark each time. In that sense Dhobighat is yet another feather in his cap. He's done a cameo role in the movie well a docudrama to be precise and this is the surprise this time.

Aamir has a huge fan following in all age brackets in India and abroad. No matter what the reviews are, his fans are bound to flock to the theaters. Such is the hysteria of an Aamir Khan movie. It might be difficult to say whether you like Dhobhighat or not but you'll definitely agree, it's different. The plot doesn't give the opportunity to Aamir to display his brilliance, but then does that really matter? He's a living legend of Indian Cinema and will always be which means that Dhobighat has no effect on his image and absolutely no negative repercussion on his future endeavors. With Dhobighat, Aamir has cashed in on his iconic image. It's a home production and what has been spent on the movie seems like peanuts and it actually is as compared to the revenues. Unlike his other mega budget movies wherein he pockets crores of rupees, the cash inflow from movies of this ilk is like an additional income. Further, with Dhobhighat, he launches his wife Kiran Rao as a director capable of making intelligent and unconventional movies which is again an icing on the cake. It's a win-win.

But the question now arises, can Aamir afford to gamble every time? One cannot overlook the fact that entertainment lies at the core of Indian cinema. Experiments can win critical acclaim, but to appeal to the masses, they have to be slowed down unless it is a particular segment they wish to target. And being the astute business man that he is, Aamir definitely has this in hindsight and we can expect more offbeat yet appealing products from his factory in the future.

Addicted To Love

Aaahhhhh!!!I am in love with 'love the way you lie'. It's a beautiful song that captures the madness, the high, the low, the torture that love manifests. Rihanna's ultimate lyric 'just going to stand there and watch me burn'  amalgamates beautifully with Eminem's schmaltzy lines. To write something so corny, one has to actually be madly and deeply in love. If you carefully listen to the lyrics, you will get a feel of a passionate but destructive love affair. In medical terminology, this kinda relationship is called 'addictive relationship' wherein the couple just can't end the relationship despite knowing that it is bad for them. In most of the cases, the woman is suffering from what is called 'battered woman syndrome', wherein she gets used to the abuse and pain that the partner inflicts but then one fine day she calls it quits only to get into the relationship again after her partner apologizes. He doesn't mean it, but he ain't lying either. The couple is caught up in a cycle of falling in and out of love with the each other. Such co-dependent and addictive relationships are more common than known in couples today. Em has done a great job. The mental state of the abuser couldn't have been put better in words. The abused too knows what sets off her partner and this gives her a feeling of control over him. Such kinda relationships are highly dangerous. It is like being on the zenith of love at one time and the abyss of depression at other. Rihanna's mind-piercing soul-touching sensuous voice accompanied by Em's rap, make the impact bang on! It's disappointing, such a stupendous effort couldn't make the cut in the Grammys. But you've gotta listen to this one guys...

The link-
Love the way you lie

and the lyrics-

[Rihanna]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that's all right, because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that's all right, because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie.


[Eminem]
I can't tell you what it really is.
I can only tell you what it feels like.
And right now, it's a steel knife in my windpipe.
I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight.
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight.
High off her love, drunk from my hate, it's like I'm huffin' paint.
And I love it, the more I suffer, I suffocate.
And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me,
She fuckin' hates me, and I love it.
"Wait, where you goin'?"
"I'm leavin' you!"
"No you ain't! Come back!"
We're runnin' right back, here we go again!
It's so insane, cause when it's goin' good, it's goin' great.
I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane.
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed.
I snap, "Who's that dude? I don't even know his name."
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again.
I guess I don't know my own strength.


[Rihanna]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that's all right, because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that's all right, because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.


[Eminem]
You ever love somebody so much, you can barely breathe.
When you with 'em you meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em.
Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah them chills used to get 'em.
Now you're getting fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em.
You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothin' to hurt 'em.
Now you're in each other's face, spewin' venom in your words when you spit 'em.
You push pull each other's hair, scratch claw,
Hit 'em, throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments when you're in 'em.
It's the rage that's the culprit, controls you both.
So they say it's best to go your separate ways.
Guess that they don't know ya, 'cause today, that was yesterday.
Yesterday is over, it's a different day.
Sound like broken records playin' over,
But you promised her, next time you'll show restraint
You don't get another chance.
Life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again.
Now you get to watch her leave out the window.
Guess that's why they call it window pane.


[Rihanna]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that's all right, because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that's all right, because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.


[Eminem - Verse 3]
Now I know we said things, did things, that we didn't mean.
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine.
But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me.
When it comes to love you're just as blinded.
Baby please come back! It wasn't you, baby, it was me!
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems.
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano.
All I know is I love you too much, to walk away though.
Come inside, pick up the bags off the sidewalk!
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball!
Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist at the dry wall!
Next time? There won't be no next time!
I apologize, even though I know it's lies!
I'm tired of the games! I just want her back! I know I'm a liar!
If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again,
I'ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire!
Just gonna


[Rihanna]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that's all right, because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that's all right, because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie...

Movie Review: Yeh Saali Zindagi

Jhatackkkk fatackkkk!!!Writer-director Sudhir Mishra serves a sparkling cocktail with this fast paced contemporary guns and roses story that not only gives the viewers food for the brain but also tickles them with raunchy humor. Irfan Khan once again steals the show with the trophy lady by his side.( Lucky he! Be it Konkana in Life In A Metro or Ilene in Rog or Chtraangda in Yeh Saali Zindagi, he turns out to be 'the' man for the betrayed and distressed damsels!)

Every character in the movie is a psychotic male or female driven either by power or by money or by love or by lust! And to add to the frenzy, they are more than a hundred in number which is quite a challenge for the memory! Replete with swear words, the movie proceeds with a series of fast paced events converging to a web of fraud, treason, kidnapping and desire. The catchy title song in the background in Sunidhi's sensual voice adds leverage to the narrative. The end however seems like a misfit in the sense that it becomes fairy-tale like with everything falling right in place leaving a happily-ever-after feel. The scene where the bullet misses the target, hits a pole from where it is unexpectedly deflected to a third party is quite dramatic and unrealistic(Would have been very normal had it been a Rajni movie:D). Every character has performed to the hilt. Arunoday Singh seems quite promising and Chitraangda, well this unconventional dusky beauty is here to stay in Bollywood. All n all , the movie is worth a dekko.

Just a helping hand: In case you are lost with the names...

Arun- Irfan Khan- Our hero
Priti-Chitrangda- Our heroine
Shaam-Vipul Gupta- The spineless guy our heroine seems to be in love with
Kuldeep- Arunoday Singh- Kidnapper and striving-to-be good man
Shanti-Aditi Rao-Kuldeep's wife
Mehta-Kallu mama fame Saurabh Shukla
Bade-Yashpal Sharma- The gangster in jail
Chhote- Prashant Narayanan-Bade's chhota bhai
Verma- The politician
Satbeer-Jungle fame Sushant Singh- The cop

Pyaari maa...Mumma!

"Enough! I am sick of it now", I scream and slam the door of my room, closing all the three latches one after the other. Sulking, I hit the sack. No amount of mollycoddling would pacify me this time. In a fit of vengeance, I swear, "Come what may, this time I'll have it my way, no matter how much it hurts you".

My mother keeps pleading with me to open the door. But I give a damn. After a few minutes of repeated banging, she heads towards the kitchen. It's dinner time and dad would be here any moment. I hear the pressure cooker's whistle blow. A minute later, another blow. A few more seconds, and this time it's a loud 'thud'. I spring from the bed, jump towards the door, my heart racing. I know what has happened but I pray that I am wrong. I rush towards the kitchen and as soon as I am about to witness what my eyes just refuse to see, I open my eyes wide open, "Thank God, it's just a dream!"

There are moments in life when we actually 'real-eyes' the importance of our near and dear ones. How much they mean to us and how incomplete we would be without them. I have always been a problem child for my parents. No, I wasn't a spoiled kid. But I have always had tough time expressing myself or better put, conveying myself the right way. Mom had to struggle, try everything to get to the root and understand what was on my mind. Today, almost ten years away from home, if there is anyone who can understand me, even without me having to say a word, it's my mom. And the dream I just mentioned was an eye opener for me. A realization, how much she means to me. It's such an irony, that people who care for us the most, who love us the most are the ones who are the first to be taken for granted by us. We do care about them or should I say we feel that we care for them. But in reality, we just think of them, miss them, talk to them and get on with our lives. This dream shook me. When I woke up, I was crying and I cried a river. That one moment in my dream when I felt that I had lost my mom, redefined me. "I am because of my mom and I owe my existence to her."

This blog is both a confession and a thanksgiving to my mom. And I get the inspiration to write about it from Sony's Jhalak Dikhla Ja dance performance by Sushaant. His mystical performance to the tunes of  A.R. Rehman's "luka chhupi bohat hui" created a pathos that literally gave me goose bumps and I could not help but open my heart writing this blog.

Since childhood, I have always been pampered by all except my mother. She is a tough lady. As a child, if there was anybody who could ever dare to slap me or even shout at me, it was my mom. And when she did that, I would run to my grand mother, crying, complaining (basically, creating a mountain out of a mole hill) and when she would scold my mom I would say "1 all". What a devil I was!

Being the elder of the two kids, most of the times I had to suffer for all the mischiefs that my brother did. I hated it when mom said,"The bigger you are growing, the smaller your brain is becoming" . But being the devil I was, I used to speak in my mind, in retaliation, "The older you are growing, the crazier you are going".What impudence!

In my early teens, mom suddenly became a trainer instructing me on everything that I did. I used to boil with rage when I had to make chapatis for dinner. Not that she was lazy or we didn't have a domestic help, but to imbibe in me a sense of responsibility and ingrain qualities that a typical Indian girl is expected to possess. I hated it, because that was 'prime time' on TV and I had to miss few of my favorite shows! I used to deliberately burn a few rotis, hoping that she would not like dad being served coal and carbon after a long busy day in office and would relieve me from the duty. How cunning I was!

But had it not been for her toughness, I would have been a complete brat. If there is a bit whiff of feminine touch to my otherwise tomboyish looks and ways, it is because of my mom. She has always expressed her love and affection in subtle ways. I never went off to bed without a lullaby. As I grew up, the lullabies were substituted first by bhajans then by  poetry and later by soft soothing songs. Today, if there is anything that gives me peace after my mom's embrace is music. She used to scold me but she was the one who used to fight for me with the neighbors...I was always breaking flower pots with my sixes and other kids were always cribbing for the balls that flew out of our compound into other territories to be gone for ever :-D

Be it the flair for writing, music, sports, painting, any thing, all comes to me genetically from my mom. She is the real owner. Her perseverance, her dexterity, her gumption are worth emulating. A beautiful lady, with a beautiful heart and soul, she is someone you can never forget. She is one amazing woman whose presence and absence are equally felt. No doubt she has a huge fan following:)

I am sorry mom, sorry for having troubled you as a child. Sorry for not having listened to you at times.Sorry for making you cry too but I promise, will never ever hurt you again, knowingly or unknowingly. You are my God, and will forever be!

Thank you mom for world so sweet
Thank you mom for food I eat
Thank you mom for world that sings
Thank you mom for everything

तू मेरी रूह में बसी है,
मेरा हर कतरा है तेरा कर्ज़दार
तेरा ही टुकड़ा हूँ
तुने ही मुझे संवारा है
ज़िन्दगी की मुश्किल राहों में
तेरी ही सीख का सहारा है
हर कोई चाहता है छीनना
नीयत है कहाँ बांटने की
लड़ झगड़ कट कर जीते हैं लोग
एक तू है जो देते थकती नहीं.

माँ तुझे सलाम!

Simple yet complicated !

She isn't dumb, she prefers to listen
She isn't a stoic, she cloaks her emotion
She isn't rude, she wants you to grow
She isn't harsh, she wants you to know
She isn't a loser, she wants you to win
She isn't passive, she's fighting a battle within
She is see through, but you can't take her for a ride
She lives in present, but can't leave her past aside
She laughs out loud, that keeps her alive
She seems stupid, she's just avoiding a strife
She builds a wall, she lets no one inside
Only to genuineness will she confide
She is in no hurry, the later the better
She'll wait a lifetime,
Someday, true love will find her!
















 

You still love us, don't you?

Shot 1
She: F***! That slimy yucky uuuwwaacckkk is back to his ass****ness!!!
He: Chillaxxx. Just ignore.
She: You know what, you just don't understand this. It's like a f***ing irritating mosquito zzzzzzzzzing around your ear. How long can one ignore it?
He: I get it...puke
She: What do you mean by PUKE? All you men are the same, ZOMBIES!
He: So what do you want me to do?
She: Why are you always asking me what you need to do, have you not figured it out yourself by now?I thought you understood me!
He: I am listening sweetie. I understand.
She: Ohhhh...I am so honored to have your ears at my service!"
<SILENCE>
He: What?
She: I think I'll go out for a while and pep myself up.There's just no point talking it out to you.

Shot 2
He: You back??
She: Hmmm...
He: You wanna say something?
She: You know what?You are right, I should ignore him.

Shot 3
She: Hello, how are you?
She 2: Hey, I am good. You sound very low today...Everything Ok?
She: <frustration> That bloody bone in the neck...He messaged me again... </frustration>
       <irritated> Why doesn't that blood sucking bugger just die? </irritated>
       <about to break> Why does he have to come back again and again? </about to break>
       <back to senses;musing nevertheless> He can never change. He never cared when we were together,   why now? </back to senses;musing nevertheless>
       <all tears> Why are things so difficult <silence> ................................. </silence> I am feeling much better  now </all tears>
       <gratitude> Thanks sweets, thanks for understanding </gratitude>
She 2: I am sure you are feeling better now:)
She: :-) Hey, I forgot, 25% off on Levi's. Today evening, what say?
She 2: Wow!! Done.And there's this new restaurant that has opened up at F.C. Road. Deal sweetie, we're meeting today:)

Gyan
Yes, we women are difficult, complicated, but then we are coded that way. Remember "Men are from Mars, Women are form Venus"? We have our own ways of shrugging off our anxieties.Yes, we cry, we cry and we cry and we need to communicate unlike all you men who find haven in bars and heaven in beer. But then that is how you are designed too. Thanks nevertheless for all the nothing you do. We need you;)