ALONE....NOT LONELY!!!!!

What is it about Indian Men and their fascination for that "LONELY WOMAN". I mean the moment these guys happen to see a lady sitting alone at a restaurant or going to the movies alone, they start building fantasies in that dirty head of theirs.Sometimes the desperation reaches such fever pitch that it is impossible to even wait by the road or walk alone without inviting unwanted stares.

Is'nt a girl allowed to have fun for at least one evening without being looked upon as a prey to those wild and hungry eyes.

Well, there are these times when i just want to hop by the nearest bazaar all alone to buy some girlie stuff , and probably eat at a fast food when i get hungry, but cannot do so without scanning the crowd around and how they might react to a girl sitting alone and eating her food.Dont know what these guys must've been thinking.In most probability their mind must go like this" Hey, poor girl, maybe she haz no one to give her company and needs a Man , maybe i can give her some comfort and......."

You are in greater trouble when you go out to the theatre alone, they somehow pity you.Why dont men understand that there are times when we girls would rather be alone than hang about like just another arm candy to our men.I agree hanging about your man can be real fun, especially when the other guys give you dat look of jealousy but then being on your own and doing your own thing gives you a different kinda kick altogether.Most men might percive this to be an attempt to show that we are available, but no, this is just a defiance to the societeal norms that a woman always needs a man around her to be safe, methinks, doing your own thing screams INDEPENDENCE.

A lonely woman just about brings in as much negetive attention as a "SINGLE WOMAN " would. I have experienced this personally.Before marriage, many stray encounters with guys through friends or friends friends would somehow lead to unwanted SMS after the brief meeting and these unwanted SMS(Short missile services) and other overtures would come to an end only after I may "accidently" mention in a conversation that I am commited.Now, after marriage, whenever I am introduced to someone at a meeting of getogether, the similar missiles of overtures are hurled at me untill I have to again"accidently" mention an anecdote which includes Ganesh and refer about him as "MY HUSBAND".Sometimes I wonder if I have to change my middle name to MARRIED....come to think of it, even mentioning you are married will not go down well with these sorts, one has to clearly mention"HAPPILY MARRIED".Why do they assume that if a girl is SINGLE, she almost always is AVAILABLE.Heaven help you if you are a divorcee, coz then they always assume you are an EASIER LAY.

Sometimes, I wonder if it is the fault of some of our Species who might somehow send out the wrong kinds of signals and allow some men to take advantage of their Status but after pondering over that I can only conclude that it is only Men to blame for their Perceptions, coz if a woman had to give wrong signals, she could do so even if she were married, so men have no right to generalize the entire fraternity of single women as "READY TO MINGLE".

I think Men have a long way before they evolve into finer HOMO SAPIANS, and understand that they should not make obscene overtures untill and unless they get the some kind of a signal.GROW UP MEN AND LEAVE US ALONE!!!!!!!!

COLLAGE

There are always phases in your life....Each phase is characterised by certain PEOPLE, HOBBIES, INCIDENTS, MOVIES, TV SHOWS, FASHION and LIFESTYLE which somehow magically transports you back in time........well i have crafted a beautiful collage drawn up inside that little heart of mine and put all the the memories into the upteen phases I can think of....and its funny that one always remembers the sweetness of a phase, the hardships are almost always forgotten......ISNT IT A WONDER!!!!!!!!!

PHASE 1: SHOLAPUR (nursery)......Pink Frocks with frills.....two ponytails on the head that made me look like a bunny......a pesky younger sister who pinched me always.........very beautiful mom with silky hair cascading down her shoulders..........dads head looked like a basket full of very curly hair ...........beautiful mom beating me every time i try to bully that pesky lil sister of mine..........Mom stiching frock for my sis and me......attendents from dads office...........lots of rabbits at home and seem to be myteriously multiplying day after day........

PHASE 2:PUNE (LKG to 2nd std) ....small matchbox sized house...........waiting for dad to return from his frequent tours so that he could bring the new frocks frm every tour(Still remember the "BOMBAY KA FROCK" and "DELHI KA FROCK")...........vists to Patna and the smell of grand moms lipstikcs and make up............visits to my patenal grand mom at Coimbatore and the smell of sambhar and her gentle eyes......extremely gorgeous mom doing her B'Ed and going to college by LUNA.................reluctantly waiting for the school bus every Foggy morning, mom trying desperately to make us speak in english when we were only speaking Hindi...............in awe of those stylish and good looking paternal cousins who were just back from KABUL.............went to aurangabad with dad when he was out on business trip and drank loads of apple juice(GOLD COIN) and slept on the restaurant table(GOLD COIN made me high)..............DADs official driver RIAKER and Sepoy BHUJBAL..............Paternal cousin Lakshman buying my sis and me BON BONs every saturday............Mom taking us to Deccan Gymkhana once a month (MOM.....I still remember those yummy sandwiches you fed us at deccan gymkhana....LOL ).............Little flower Convent school and the GRAND PIANO in the hallway ...... pepsi colas outsite the school, The school fair and pope and mother Teresa's visit.............., a new Black and white TV,................. Doordarshan and Indira Gandhis assasination, .................Amitabh Bachchan and Shashi Kapoor..........


PHASE 3: VISAKHAPATNAM(3rd std and 4th std).....very very spacious govt quarter and too much space,................. Kendriya Vidyalaya and mode of transport was cycle rickshaw, ..................Tata Rao, our rickshaw puller and Konda his wife a maid at our home, ..................The Charkravarties' sons Nirmal and Sukumal were our companions in the cycle rickshaw to school, Babloo and Bunny also companions in cycle rickshaw, ...................the district collectors son BUMPY who used to come home coz he had no friends to play with, .................very naughty sister always upto some michief of irritating FAT PEOPLE by calling them FAT on the face, ................GRIMMS FAIRY TALES, and moms puddings and jellys, ...............mom, her luna and the college she used to teach at AVN College,................Dads official car which was a big blue ambassodor and Anand Rao , his driver , ....................waiting for grandpas monthly visits to vizag...........chasing away "Rowdy Boys" from the guava trees in our compound and mom screming at them for breaking window panes while playing cricket,............ and ya our first colour TV,............... Buniyaad, Yeh jo hai zindagi, Nukkad and Vikram aur Betaal...dads greatest ceasure at the port of vizag which made big news then.....

PHASE 4: VISAKHAPATNAM (5th std and 6th std)....... MOM joining school and teaching higher classes,............... our favorite person NARAYAN who was like our second guardian, cooked for us , took us to "MUZIC" Classes and "SKATING" Classes and "SWIMMING " Classes, whom we loved irritating,.............. Lakshmi, our darling maid,................Kendriya Vidyalaya Waltair and lots of friends,.....naughty sister thinking and wanting to be the "naughtiest girl in the school" with a bunch of loud superbrat bunch of girls........................ Enid Blytons and Tintins, and sometimes Nancy Drews, ................dear friends Swechcha and Samatha,.............. enacting plays and getting dolls married,................. mom teaching us to make dolls, and embroidery,................Walt Disney, Broadway Musicals, War Movies.... family trips to Bhilai Steel Plant, Damanjodhi , Rajamundry, Kakinada etc....lots and lots of Rajiv Gandhi on TV .....................Mohd Rafi and Mukesh on the Tape recorder, .............................visits to grand parents at Hyderabad and wake up every morning to M.S.Subbalakshmis Suprabhatam....waiting for sundays to watch"ek do teen chaar", "Babuji ka baiscope", RAMAYAN, MAHABHARAT.....mom was away for 2 months in delhi for some cultual training and when she came back,.................... she fed us with all the indian history and culture knowledge, which i still cherish..............


PHASE 5: VISAKHAPATNAM(7th and 8th).......School annual day functions...."i hate boys" phase, coz suddenly i have discovered that they are dirty,............. wonder why only some girls are gifted with rotund shape on their chest while most of us are flat,.................... why have the same boys we grew up with suddenly started staring ,................ discovering fashion,........... dabble with moms make up kits,................. interested in clothes and left frocks far behind to make way for stylish jeans and mature looking Salwar kameez,................those "GITANJALI" dresses and "AASHAQUI" ribbons.............. crushes on Aamir Khan,............... Qayamat se Qayamat Tak,.............. Jo jeeta wohi sikandar,................. Dil hai ke maanth nahi, ................(Aamir...Aamir...Aamir...all the way)......4 new channels apart from DD......Star Plus and The Crystal Maze,..................... pesky neighbour boys who played tennis and broke our window panes,.................. a rich superbrat who wove many a stories about having a snow room in his house(well, met that superbrat years later only to find out he grew up to be a very sweet boy as i met him again at B-School)....................sista and me were staying at a friends when mom and dad were outta town and disliked the place coz the couple had an irritating college going boy who stared at us, so me and my sis poured GUM over his freshly prepared project report......Sachin Tendulkar has just been discovered......and looks like P.V.Narsimha Rao is the only non Gandhi Congress leader to hold the fort for so long........my darling grandpa passed away.......


TO BE CONTD.........

TO HOPE OR TO EXPECT?

Sometimes i wonder, how simple would the world be if there were no expectations attached to people.......but is it really possible to live a life devoid of expectations.....

I know, what i am saying is nothing new, but i am sure most of you will agree....Expectations almost always puts you inside a pressure cooker situation, be it expectations from your kith and kinn or yourself (aint it funny that you always put the most pressure on the people you love the most.......wonder why???)

Take a marriage for example.....marriage is mostly about giving, i agree.....but you are also entitled to dreams of yours too.....I know people talk about unconditionality and "give without expecting in return"....but my take on the philosophy is that afterall we are humans and it is only human to expect....expectation only brings in the hope that you need to keep the relationship alive.....oh...i used the word HOPE( a new dimension here)....Well EXPECTATION brings the HOPE or HOPE brings in EXPECTATION....

Living without expectation kills you.......or should i be saying living without hope kills you...ok...i think the use of HOPE probably makes more sense......here is where i probably reel out my understanding of the difference between "EXPECTATION" and "HOPE" (and no, i am not just spurning out definitions from "THE OXFORD" or "CHAMBERS")........HOPE according to me is that tiny winy wish that is born out of some corner of the heart......and when the HOPE becomes more determined and certain then it is transfered from that little comfortable corner of the Heart to the BIG BAD ZONE called the HEAD, then HOPE becomes EXPECTATION.....Expectation is when you start believing that that little HOPE of yours is going to come true........ and when you start working towards it....

Is it such a bad thing to turn your HOPE into expectation.....not at all, what is bad is how you react to failure of your expectations........
thats what hurts you, i guess...well i am no one to talk about the sportsmanship spirit coz i am very bad at it myself, but ya,a stable reaction would help you to bounce back.....

Well, you cannot have much control over your expectations from others, but you definately have an upper hand when it comes to your expectation of yourself, so it is best to only HOPE when it comes to others and EXPECT when it comes to the self

i would always say HOPE, for there is no life without hope, EXPECT(from urself) , for there is nothing better than setting ur own standards.........and finally if the EXPECTED turns out to be THE UNEXPECTED, take things in your own stride........

MOSAIC OF MEMORIES!!!

This is a Blog basically to salute certain things that will always be a part of me with lot of Childhood memories attached to them....and though they are mere non living objects ....just the thought of them can bring a smile on my face and a teardrop in my eye.......and a thankyou to the three most imp pple in my life whithout whom these memories mean nothing......THANK YOU MIMI, APPA and MEERA.....

The most memorable part of my childhood was that of Mom reading out pages from timeless Classics, novels, renting out few "all time classic movies", putting up some silly stage acts for parents and enacting the songs straight out of "THE SOUND OF MUSIC" , "MARY POPPINS"........Whew!!! those were the days....

I still remember those chilly nights when Meera, Mom and Myself used to curl up in a Blanket , Mom sitting between the two of us sipping her piping Hot coffe...and both of us struggling with our Hot Chocolates, all our eyes and ears on the book that Mom was reading.....That book has been and will always be the most important part of our Childhood memories....It was this GIANT BOOK OF CLASSICS, very pictorial, Hard bound Book of Classics (DAD had bought it during some official tour)...The pages so smooth and Glossy covered with the most beautiful paintings ever seen...and filled with 5 Classics in Original......Treasure Island, Robin Hood, Tom Sawyer, Heidi, Huckleberry Finn....taking us fro a journey through the adventures of Long John Silver through the Shearwood Forest and then to the banks of the MISSISIPPI and finally to the highlands of Swizerland...... Mom had virtually taken us to all these places and left us both starry eyed....

THE NEXT MEMORY FRESH IN MY MIND - The day the school vacations would start, Mom would neatly chalk out a timetable of activities for the day.She set out time for classic reading sessions, enid blython reading sessions, self reading sessions, music classes, skating classes, swimming sessions and finally the evening would be something to always look forward to, it was called"MOVIE TIME"....While the rest of our friends would be going to watch some telugu or Hindi movie in the nearby theatre....Meera and Myself would be only fed on Walt Disney Movies, Broadway Musicals and II nd world war movies.....some of the most memorable ones were, "MY FAIR LADY", "PIPPY LONG STOCKING", "CHITY CHITY BANG BANG", "DIRTY DOZEN" etc.....


Then came the times when we teamed up with our close friends and put up acts of playing Fairies and Witches in a self choreographed DANCE DRAMA, sang sweet SONG DANCE sequences like"SO LONG FAREWELL", "SUPACALIFRAGALISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS" to our parents just to entertain them......


The sweet memories of the MIDNIGHT SNACKING SESSIONS inspired by Malory Towers and St.Claires and the climbing trees and feigning as if we were child detectives in pages right out of "THE FAMOUS FIVE", or "THE SECRET SEVEN"....


GOSH!!!! Suddenly i realise, childhood for me meant a hotchpotch of all these things:

GIANT BOOK OF CLASSICS, "MY FAIR LADY", "PIPPY LONG STOCKING", "CHITY CHITY BANG BANG", "DIRTY DOZEN" "SO LONG FAREWELL", "SUPACALIFRAGALISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS" MIDNIGHT SNACKING SESSIONS

This wonderfull childhood wouldnt have been possible without MOM DAD and my little sister.......CHEERS TO THE GOOD OL'DAYS........

MUMBAI MAYHEM!

What a city?
It really amazes me how people manage to remain in touch with their human side in this city of ruthlessness.before coming down to mumbai 8 months back, i was tucked away somewhere in the corner of the beautiful city of bangalore which was probably my very last chance to see traces of human behaviour and hear the words "Thank you" and " sorry".
I mean, its like these words dont even exist in the local lingo in mumbai.
People here are so self centered and travelling by local trains is a nightmare for any newcomer to the city, esp.during rush hours.You find people so absorbed in themselves, they stamp your foot (of course by mistake) in the train and dont even apologise, worse still, if you look at them and politely tell them that he or she has hurt you, they glare at you as if you were coming from some uncivilized jungle.Being polite brings stares from people looking at you as if you have run away from the zoo.
Yeah..............the one common excuse that mumbaikars give for such behaviour is, the traffic, rush, no time..............but they cant be excuses for behaving human with a fellow human being.

And you have some RJ in "Lage Raho"wishing Mumbai a Goooood Morning, and telling them to watch sunrise, hear the chirps of birds, spend some quite time alone............how can you expect these people to enjoy such refined luxuries in life when people here cant even hear themselves breathe.

Yes, I know this is a city of contradictions....you have the richest and the poorest co-existing and all that crap people say to just put Mumbai above any other city, but let me tell you, it is the people that maketh the place........if the people are intolerent, no matter how much the city prospers financially, it is still crap.........

I think I have just vented out the bottled up frustration built up in 8 months about the city and its people........I can only hope that some sense prevails in these people's heads in the future..after all, even I have come to this place to earn my livelihood and seek shelter........that is probably one thing that mumbai gives to everyone........"Asylum".......so mumbaikars, let us show some gratitude for all that we have got........smile, say sorry if you have hurt someone.....say thank you next time someone gives you a something....Please!!!!!!!!!!!

MY BEST PAL

It was the first day at B-School(introductory session), Sixty of us(well a little more actually, counting a few parents), my mom and sister were there too, and i had already reprimanded them, asking them to sit in the other corner of the classroom. I was sitting in the first row, far left corner and the introduction started with me....went on to other mundane intros with a few boring pple trying to sound desperately funny and some inaudible bores.........just when I started zzzzzing away, heard a deep baritone voice, looked back and saw a hunk standing at the last seat at the far right(Intros over already????)He said"I would like to take the dias for the benifit of those sitting in the front".He narrated sme poem he had penned on Ajnabis or smething like dat.

his warm disarming smile melted me ...........when we broke for lunch, I found ma and sis going ga....ga...over the boy with the deep voice...i brushed them aside saying he was just a show off trying to attract sme attention..........asked them to look how the girls were swarming around him, he did it for dat..........I had no energy or inclination to be personally introduced to him then...........

Went to the girls hostel, I found girls going wild about his voice, smile, body, ass........and i was too arrogant to be bothered and comment, anyways, boys like that are only looking for a nice screw...........but couldnt supress pangs of jealousy when a girl would reel out an encounter with him.........
ok. what happened after that, lemme reel out in a nutshell,

1 week down - he introduced himself to me, but my arrogance told me not to respond, he only wants one thing

1 month down - he isnt that bad afterall, Hi-bye terms is ok

2 months down - some misunderstanding and "mooh pherna shuru"

4 months down - apologies, make up

5 months - do assignments together, study together etc,,,,,,,,

6 months- do lunch at the canteen and towards the end the shy guy (realized he was a shy guy afterall)manages to propose to me after a lot of pressure for classmates

We go out , do so many things together, walk by the sea, talk about living a life like this, like that, working like this, like that etc.....He was my best Pal


Today, when i see him when I wake up early in the morning, i see the same face that made my heart skip a beat five years ago.the difference, he was some guy then and now the same guy is my husband.

things have changed since then, we discuss different things now, our priorities have changed, we fight more.............sometimes we think why we got together at all, we are so different.......then we suddenly look at each other and just know why we are together............He still is my best Pal...
even today, one look at him can make my heart skip a beat..........oh!god let it be that way all through
Not everything changes with time does it

THANK GOD THERE IS BOREDOM

notice how boredom sometime brings out the best in you.....

here i am reffering to some of da hidden talents we discover out of sheer boredom.....somethings that we might normally never do during the course of our busy schedule.......and are forced into them just because we have nothing else to do.....

ok...lemme decipher what i meant in my case....i had never in the world imagined that i would be writing things..coz right from school i have been allergic to exams...essays.. and anything to do with books and papers....now, that i have quite a lot of time at hand in my workplace(Hey, at least i am being honest)....i started to pen down stray thougths...feelings...and BUDOOM!!!!....blogging happened.....stumbled across the land of BLOGDOM (if i may call it that).......just then a realization sruck upon me....hey, i am not that bad at writing afterall.....i write pretty decent (heres' where you guys should start being polite and say i write well)......


Just the other day there waz this colleague of mine who suddenly cribbing one friday evening....she said weekends are so boring without any productive activity....then she suddenly looked at the small mishty doi earthern pots kept aside after the contents were scooped out by us......with a glint in her eye, she said, lemme try out pot painting this weekend......when she brought the painted pots with a dull gold coating and solid black design, we were spellbound.......the plain earthen pots were transformed into beauties in two days....I asked her" and this beauty came out of boredom"...a prompt nod waz her reply....

Of course, now she is hooked on to it and it is no longer, an activity out of boredom, but she takes time out to do it........

My point is we dont pay attention to little things in the busy humdrum called life....it take boredom to bring out the real talented us......WHAT A PITY!!!

oooh....that brotherly feeling.....

Its all CRAP......well sorry for being so cynical....but my experience has brought me to the conclusion that calling some-one a brother or sister only gives them the lisence to flirt openly without being labelled.......

Well...... Frankly speaking...It only makes me barf when a guy sayz he haz "Brotherly Feelings" for me......whats that supposed to mean.....As far as I am concerned...there can be platonic and non platonic feelings towards the opposite sex.......but making a brother out of a platonic friend is making a mockery out of the relationship.......what are people trying to prove by giving any platonic relationship such a name ?

I think some of them are trying to scream out loud "Hey guys....I find the girl sexy and want to be able to flirt with her with no strings attached...wanna be able to touch her "here and there" without offending her or anyone else"......

Girls have a different philosophy altogether....they want to have a nice time and at the same time save their reputation.....notice, they will make a bhaiyya only out of a hot guy, to be able to hang on him for every pretext and still be concieved as pure, innocent and virginal....... so that they remain untouched good girls and can be married off to whosoever their parents wish.......

And then there are the relatively more civilized group who just wanna to say: Hey guys....I find the person interesting, but there is no possibility of falling for her coz i am not even remotely attracted to her....so let me clear my stance

I have seen couples who havent been able to carry on such a FARCE for long....During one rakshabandhan, they are tying Rakhi to their"mooh bola bhai" and applying tika on the forehead....the next Raksha bandhan, they are seen cootchi cooing and smooching passionately in da beach......

Come to think of it I dont blame them as much as I blame the society, by society I mean those "mean" people who love to make rules about etiquette and "propah behaviour".......They do not have the word "platonic" in their dictionaries.....they only think that one relationship exists between a boy and a girl..."SEXUAL"

I just want to say to all those over suspicious aunts and neighbours.." please give them a chance to proove that two people can be friends without wanting to sleep with each other".....

As for me if anyone comes up to me next time and says I am like his sister......i swear to God, I will break his face.......

OF BITCHING AND GOSSIPS......

I really wonder how some people find it so easiy to be the typical "Miss Goody two shoes" without a single bad bone about anyone in them.....
I mean, there have been phases when I have tried to get into Miss Goody's two shoes.....the act lasts for a month or two, and then I am itching to be out of them and back to my wicked bitchy shoes...it iz much more fun that way......

Sometimes bitching (lets call it Bad mouthing as it sounds more euphemistic) takes you to such a level of euphoria and destresses you momentarily, i think it is the perfect substitute for Nicotine esp. for non-smokers....(imagine having the corridoor bitching sessions at the smoking zone during your smoking breaks sans the nicotine).......Bad mouthing, let me clarify, is different from back stabbing......You are not harming anyone by bad mouthing him......it iz done mostly with a close circle and in most probability would never be leaked out.... again it doesnt amount to defamation becoz you are not saying untrue things about anyone in a public forum......ya bad mouthing is mostly repetive and you tend to repeat the same thing you did about the person half a minute ago.....it is just a way to giving vent to your frustrations without causing real damage.....so why not go ahead and indulge your senses.....

Just yesterday I heard Ganesh speak to his boss over the phone about their Business trip to Singapore and he asked him if he had finished his packing yet.....Ganesh smiled and said almost done and not to worry...such a beautiful smile on hiz face, i felt he was so happy to acompany his boss...as soon as the phone clicked on the other end of the reciever Ganesh almost threw his phone and started uttering some of the choicesed cuss words and said the idiot has given me all the extra luggage and .....this took me by surprise and I admonished him for such a behaviour.... he said, "now there, I have vented my anger and frustration, i feel better now and this will help me to smile at him which i see him at the airport".........so there you go...i discovered an entire new dimension added to the list of advantages on bad mouthing.....it helps you to be decent to the victim and not create a scene... coz you have already shown you anger in his absence.......

But yes.....bitching also has downsides to it.....too much of indulging into this can make an addict out of you....and any kind of addiction is bad......once you are an addict it is very difficult to reform yourself (plus, they dont have institutions called "Bitching Anonymous" yet)....And yes it affects you health...mental and physical....just like bad vibes and bad aura does......It definitely gives you momentary pleasure, but might be fatal in the long run......

I still remember, when my grand father used to be angry with someone as his driver or painter or gardner, he would just say things like "PROCRASTINATION.....CONSTIPATION.......ADDULATION........." out loud...and when i asked him why was he spurning out his vocabulary, he smiled and said..."i dont want to have bad vibes by using bad words...so I used high sounding words which dont mean anything bad....so that the pple who dont understand english think i am scolding them....but I havent paased on any negetive Vibes"......

So as I said in my earlier Blog " Too much Sugar is bad......but too much Venom is just as bad, if not worse........U needint be Goody two shoes but dont spit out too much venom either........So bad mouthing is ok as long as it is done in limits and under the leash............OTHERWISE U R IN TROUBLE BAD BOY

THE JET-SET AGE Vs THE OLD WORLD CHARM

have you noticed how most of us have stars in our eyes whenever we talk about "the good ol' days", talk about fewer amenities, lesser luxuries, less comforts, and much simpler lives.....and(most of all) much happier times.......

People with oh so perfect , la-di-dah lifestyle, are so clausterphobic in their well woven cocoonss that they long to break free......as for me, have you noticed that whenever you travel to the so called "modern" countries, the first five days are so amazing and a respite from the hustle bustle, dirt, chaos of India....but by the twilight of the fifth day, you are so bored with the perfection and comfort in our lives........It kills you (like sugar)...and you long for the heat and dust and actually start missing it........

Last month Ganesh visited Turkey and and he was still beaming after a 10 day long visit. Apparently, he was delighted by the refershing change after visiting the other developed nations of Europe.....what left him so happy was that the country side reminded him of India, with people pulling carts, crowded market places, the strong ethnicity of people in the way they dressed and what they ate, and the OLD WORLD CHARM added to the entire experience..........he was of the opinion that instead of taking a holiday to singapore, malaysia or any other country which boasts of its modernity and tourism attractions, it would be much more fun go to such countries where people retain ethnicity of culture and carry the OLD WORLD CHARM, I agreed with his opinion, that these places were much more romantic........

Wonder what is it that makes most of us loathe the comforts of the jet -set age which make our lives so much more easier.........There is always a wistfulness to experince something thats so raw, so unrefined , so not perfect, so ancient......

I guess it is just like the urge to connect with other humans in a much different level altogether........not through emails, blogs, mobile phones, but probably through personalized hand written letters, discussions, and calling on at friends' houses........

Okie...okie...I hear some people accuse me of being one of those few lucky ones to experience the "good life", so I can talk about longing for "the not so good life".....but let me tell you one thing.......I know that it is very difficult to live under poor conditions (though many people say that the conditions you live in doesnt matter, what matters is only how happy you are), I am not making a mockery of below poverty line........I am just saying that too much comfort just might kill you......SUGAR IS A SLOW POISON............

HAPPINESS QUOTIENT!!!!

Isnt it a real pity that when people can choose to be either happy or sad in life they more often than not make the wrong choices in life.Well happiness lies in our own hands, no one can make it or break it for us.It is a state of mind whose reigns are in the hands of our mind itself.

Methinks, a human being is not happy being happy.To get that extra something, spice, zing..he wants to be unhappy.look at me, I feel so bored when the going is good and always complain that I am so bored with the "oh so perfect" , "la di dah" lifestyle we are leading.I want something to brood about, crib about ,blame someone to feel good.Lets face it , all of us have that little bit of persecution complex hidden somewhere inside of us.

Actually I think unhappiness acts as a "feel good" kind of a morphine to the darker side of the brain.I am no scientist or doc, but my native intelligence and instincts tell me that we do have shades of grey that somewhere somehow seek imperfection.

Yes, this means we unconciously bring in unhappiness to ourselves and then crib about it and derive some kind of sadistic pleasure from it.

Guess, our love for imperfection explains our love for the sexy rather than picture perfect.well, I dont know about others, but for me sexiness is not exactly a picture perfect beauty, but someone whose imperfection might have such charm that it could win you over.

I prefer Sush's imperfect and soometimes foot in the mouth sexiness to Ash's picture perfect and too politically correct beauty.

So probably all of us are seeking imperfection in life as because of our perception of what we deserve.

Next time you are unhappy, remember to enjoy it, coz you brought it on yourself

" Where there is a will......

Well life has a funny way of teaching you a lesson and then rewarding you for the lesson you have learnt.

I have noticed one thing,whatever you try to do and however you do it , the result always depends on how passionatly you want it.

Be it getting into a university or a job or even looking for a life partner.I am not saying that your performance doesnt matter at all.Yes, it most certainly does, but if even an average effort is lapped up with total sincerely and passionate desire for the goal, life gives it to you.

I think life is a very fair lady.

I have noticed that whenever I have failed in anything, either I have lacked that burning desire to achieve my goal or I did not have enough confidence in myself, my performance being above average.

My Grand mother says"nothing is unattainable in this world, all you have to have is Burning Desire, Confidence in yourself and perhaps a very little bit of talent is enough and the unattainable is yours."

I tell all those people who have failed exams and lost their Life partners, "Just look inside of you, Pehaps, you failed becoz of your lack of hunger to pass or lack of desire for that special someone"

Yes, Life has taught me that where there is a will, there is a way.

ODE TO MARS

While Men consider us women to be the most engmatic, puzzling and intriguing creatures in the planet, I think one underlying quality that binds men all across the world is their SIMPLICITY.Experiences with my Dad, husband and other umpteen male friends of mine inspired me to pen this ode to the amazing Species.There has been so much male bashing going around that I thought I should say something nice about them..........So here I am................Well, I think men are much simpler than the complex creatures that we are........According to me , they know exactly what they want out of life and work their way towards achieving it.The three basic needs are, Power, Money and Sex (not necessarily in the same order)Unlike women, whose needs and wants keep changing according to situations, men have just the three goals to focus on.We spend a lifetime of bickering, Jealously and Gossip, but men are superior to us in this aspect.Their thought process is very simple and no malice attached to it.I think a man is never so jealous of another man just becoz he looks better than him,.They have no time for these inferior emotions.Call me old fashioned, but I just love the way a man acts all chivalrous(Chivalry is not dead, at least not yet) when there is a lady around.The way the get so protective and Responsible.Women of the world, you may love to hate me for this writing this peice, but, I wanted to see if I could write something in praise of the Clan, and realized that it was too short coz there is only so much to it.Now, I know why there and many more articles on Male Bashing.Wait for my next on Male Bashing............................will definately be a longer peice..................I am sure...........Sorry...........all those Men out there!!!!!!!!!I still feel YOU are amazing.........Yessss..............I also admire how men resist shopping........our greatest weakness......