tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30962524457552502742024-02-07T11:22:46.422+05:30Once a saint, Now a sinnerThoughts Uncensored ;)Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.comBlogger273125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-19348372459263995272018-03-08T00:16:00.001+05:302018-03-08T00:16:56.130+05:30How did we get here?<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have become a bitter person. I don't smile as much. I don't love that deeply anymore. That's the truth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I no longer trust anyone, I no longer feel the love, I no longer feel like I can speak my mind anymore without being judged. I feel trapped. Trapped by my own expectations from people, Trapped by my expectations from me. I wish we could change lives like we do with our clothes. The moment you are tired of the way of life, you could just go to a store and get a new one for yourself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The people I felt really close to have one by one let me down in one way or another. and I know it happens to every single person. I no longer feel I can connect with anyone. I am a friend to many, but no one is a friend of mine anymore. There is so much inside me that I want to say, but I cannot because I will end up losing something/someone for sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Losing my Dad has been more taxing than I ever thought it would be. I have spent considerable amount of time in my life fearing the loss of my parents and being anxious over it, before I actually lost my Dad for real. Life is tough now. I know there are people who have nothing and they still do not complain and I have most of what other people don't and I still am struggling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My Dad was my protective cover from the world. He always knew what to do in a situation. If I did not know how to go about something, he always had the answers. It is difficult trying to live without him. I have no idea how my mom is managing, how much pain she is going through. Like most of us in the family, she does a perfectly good job of hiding her pain to avoid hurting others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I want to go somewhere...anywhere. I have always been telling myself that I am happy..."Life is not a bed of roses, but I am happy". Today probably it is the first time, I don't feel like that. I am no longer lying to myself. I am VERY unhappy. I am bitter. I feel like life has been unfair to me. I feel like I gave so much love and I was shortchanged. I need to get out of this loop. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I no longer relate to this life I am living, neither to the people around me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I stare at the bright sun outside my window and wonder to myself -- How did we get here?</span><br />
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<br />Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-20527908241953369442016-05-25T03:36:00.000+05:302016-05-25T03:36:05.764+05:30It will get better.. <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is my shout-out to all those of you trying to sail through lives, sometimes wondering about it and sometimes just hanging in there. It will get better, people. It will.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have been dreaming about Daddy almost every day. It's like he leaves these secret messages for me every day and I try to make sense of them. Last night, he told me this - "This fear that you have, it is all in your mind. There is nothing to fear. It's all your imagination. There is nothing called fear for real".</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am trying to make sense of it, trying to get the context. I can't. But somehow I feel he is watching me, he is fixing it up for me like he always does.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh God! I miss him so much. When does it stop hurting? Worst is no one wants to hear it. Everyone wants to avoid you when you talk of death and dead people. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyways, not that someone listening to my ranting will fix my pain, but sometimes it is good to have someone to talk to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">People think if you are smiling, if you are getting on with your daily routine..everything is normal. Nope it never is. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some days I want to yell out to people, Hello!! I am dying inside, can you please save me? can you please stop this pain? The hollow that I have inside me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">May sound depressing..but I wait to sleep so I can see my daddy for real in my dreams. In my dreams, I can touch him, I can hear him speak..I can be there WITH him..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sigh!! It will get better.. Yes, it will.. someday</span></div>
Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-40847304229382777732016-05-19T02:08:00.001+05:302016-05-19T02:08:04.680+05:30Never Give up!<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hello! from the other side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am trying to pick up the pieces of my life together. How about you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Things have eventually started to go on reversal mode, not in full swing..but VERY slowly and VERY gradually. It also might be because I changed my perspective a little bit and I am taking even the smallest of positive moment in my life and making it into a bigger one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You always have to find a way to deal with life coz that's how it's always going to be. Something somewhere is going to go wrong and you cant just keep sitting over it and sulking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Also, may be now I am in survival mode. Can't say. But the moment I got to the last of the news that things are going down south, my heart started pounding and I told myself "See, now you have nothing to lose, so give it all in" and the survivor in me roared.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am glad this happened. A lot of people I am meeting these days tell me I am "daring" "strong" and all that.. but honestly it is just a facade. I still wet my pillows every night thinking about my father, every single day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes I am completely engrossed in something at work and it strikes me, I don't have my Daddy anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But yeah! I get up every single day with a hope to do something that would make him happy wherever he is. Sometimes I fail, Sometimes I succeed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The point is NEVER GIVE UP coz Daddy never did. He tried to live even when he was taking his last breath. He tried, but God had other plans. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">About my relationship with God, I am completely indifferent. God has hurt me..and she has to find a way for me and my family to heal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My heart breaks for my mom every day, she always had this spark in her eyes.. so much spunk..and it is all gone coz the man she lived for, is not around any more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anyways, I can go on for hours about how deep this cut is or how severe this pain is. It is not going to heal anything. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Take care..and Live it up coz all that you have is TODAY.</span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-68411242957163282762016-05-12T22:57:00.003+05:302016-05-12T22:57:24.321+05:30Negative - Positive<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don't want to sound negative and all but things are going down south in every damn way. So let's take this example, there is this simple task I do everyday - Take tomatoes out of my refrigerator for cooking. In past 2 years of doing that with this same refrigerator it has never happened once that I hit my head, but yesterday IT happened and it was so bad. My head still hurts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I sometimes feel like the Bruce in 'Bruce Almighty' but then I would never want to run this world and play God. I am sure that's a challenging task to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Slowly and Gradually, I am losing all the self-confidence that I had. I doubt myself too much, I feel too guilty for not playing the roles I am supposed to in others' lives the way I should, I blame myself for way too many things. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Everyone I meet tells me that I am overly-apologetic (more than the Britishers) and too hard on myself. Every single person...from my best friend to my swimming coach to my driving instructor. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You know somehow you get a feeling that you will screw up everything even before attempting to do it. THAT!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">May be I need a holiday or May be I need to give myself a break?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Where did all my confidence go? Where did the girl who always believed in herself go?</span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-28018556128098614082016-05-11T22:56:00.002+05:302016-05-12T00:14:50.757+05:30Dear God, We are breaking up!!<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Dear God, you know what? It's not funny anymore. You can't just keep doing this to me. You just cant keep ruining me like this, stalling me and making me suffer. This is just NOT done. Why is it that I have to lose everything I love, to actually 'live' through this life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This does not make sense. I can't be patient anymore. You took away the only man I loved the most in my life, My Dad and left me numb. I did not even bother to talk to you then. Now you are screwing me professionally and personally while I am still trying to pick up the pieces of my life. What's the point of this all? The point of having this relationship with you, when all I am supposed to do is keep begging for stuff to go this way, that way.. a relationship where I always have to be deep shit scared of what life will bring next..what you would send my way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This is not working. You cannot just do this to me anymore. Crushing each and every dream of mine beneath your feet. I won't take this lying down anymore. I am going to put everything I have in making things right. I always believed that we have a relationship where we understand each other. But I don't understand you anymore, and neither do you. How can you be so heartless and ruthless? How can you be so mean to me? What have I done to piss you off?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You can't just throw everything at me at once. I am but only human. I can take as much. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Either you have to right these wrongs or we are done. I know Daddy won't ever be back. That's okay. I will accept it some day. May be some day I will stop hurting like I do. I am sitting at my desk at work, on the verge of tears and writing this. This is my last call to save our relationship. I don't want us to go bad. But I can't help it anymore. You can't just keep sucking the life out of my life and expecting me to keep loving you. That's just not done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And before I go, I just want you to know..I really loved you. I think what we had was special. I don't know anymore. </span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-19571615882441982652015-10-27T01:37:00.003+05:302015-10-27T01:37:56.588+05:30Change is just around the corner.There are so many things on my mind right now. In a few days, I will make new beginnings. I am forcing this change upon me, because I want to move beyond my comfort zone and do things that challenge me. Nope, it is no mid-life crisis.<br />
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But I guess turning 30+ has its own side-effects. There are so many things that did not make sense to me earlier and now when I think about them I see clarity. I still don't think that I am anywhere close to being a grown up though.<br />
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I just hope that whatever change is coming my way, makes me a better person :)<br />
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Meanwhile, I have decided to cut-off a bit from people I have given the capacity to hurt me. I think sometimes when you give too much, it loses its importance and people stop respecting limits.<br />
<br />This is time, I take a step back and spend some time turning inwards. Loving myself.<br />
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Need good wishes. Hope you guys are all doing awesome.<br />
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Mast raho, Dilchasp Raho!!Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-89977999662797541592015-08-10T06:58:00.000+05:302015-08-10T07:09:53.970+05:30Honesty is NOT the best policy...<br />
You know, today I was just sitting and watching the kids play outside and I realized that the reason life is easier as a kid is coz you are born without any filters. You speak your mind and nobody really judges you. But then all these older people come in and they start teaching you --"Beta, don't say this...don't say that" I know! I know! all they want is for us to know is that sometimes we should not say a couple of things to avoid hurting other people, but then isn't that being dishonest.<br />
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I mean I myself walk on a very thin line when it comes to such stuff. I am a really sensitive person so I do understand that I have to think a 100 times to say something unpleasant to someone, so I would try to make it seem like a concern or a compliment or probably sugar-coat it a bit. But with people I really really care about, I just walk up to them and I am really blunt..It's like "Hello!! why are you wearing that brown lipstick,Ewwwwwww?" or "Hey! I think that guy is using you for money"..<br />
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Trust me, I never gained anything out of being honest and blunt & neither did I by being polite and sensitive. It's like people are stupid. They want you to be honest, but at their convenience. They want you to be sensitive but then they want you to speak the truth coz you know, "You are my friend" or "you are my family".<br />
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I am one of those stupid people myself. I just can't find a balance between honesty and being sensitive. And I know my husband is always at the receiving end coz of that. You can't choose one, it's a lot to do with timing I think.<br />
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All in all, in today's world, people do not appreciate honesty much. It's like "You know HKM, man!! she is crazy weird man!! she is just too honest man! not for this world..not for this world".. hahahahahaha..<br />
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But then, I like being weird..that's just me. I am this whole package and I am not for everyone. If you have me for a friend or for family, trust me to hold you back when I know you are jumping in a well or to slap you hard out of a stupid decision. Oops!! just metaphorically...<br />
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Like right now I wanna be really honest towards whoever is reading this. Guys!! you remember people who bullied you in school and college..or probably did not even know that you existed..?? Do you? and now how they want to be your bestest friends on every social media network. I am like what the hell, I know how evil you are..and have been and that's never gonna change... so why bother? <br />
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Also, people with no sense of humor, please steer clear of my blog..friends with me or not friends with me.<br />
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I am too old to bother with the justification shit..read it at your own risk...and if you get offended, please don't bother me with it...<br />
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<br />Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-8336507814934639942015-01-15T06:50:00.001+05:302015-01-15T06:50:45.446+05:30Kudi Punjaban in Amrika!!<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It's been a long time. Almost a year, that I have shifted base to another country. There does not go a single day when I don't miss my home, my country. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But then, sometimes there are certain decisions we HAVE to take. I have travelled across the world before too, but never made another country my home. This is new. It's more like I left a part of me back home in India.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">All my friends, my family and my life is there. Everything is so real and personal in my hometown. The golgappe waale uncle still recognizes me, after all these years. I was 5 yrs old when I first tasted Golgappe ka khatta waala paani. He always addressed me as "Gudiya". The chemist, the grocery store guy, the temple priest, the chowkidaar, the kirayedaars...everyone seems important now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I always was one of those people who wanted to get lost in a crowd, in a country where no one knows me...but this is real NOW. I miss home, I miss all these people and everything that irritated me about my house, my colony and my people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">At different junctures in life I have realized that I never am the person that I think I am. I mean I was supposed to be this loner, right?? But I guess I am not. I miss my dad's yelling, my mom's pestering to eat on time, my Chachu's constant taunts over my work-hours, the sachcha pyaar of my dogs - Happy & Rustam, the teasing and fights with my brothers, the gossip with my sis-in-laws.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sigh!! Yep, Amrika is a good country and all that..but Amrika ne dil bech ke buildings kharid li hain...Mere desh mein ab bhi dil zindaa hain...buildings nahi ghar hain :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I still remember almost a year back when I was leaving home, I secretly kissed the walls of my room and promised to come back some day, for real..for good.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The only thing I enjoy in Amrika is that I can walk from my house to the stores without worrying about some guy groping me, slapping me or molesting me. I know I will not be judged for I am a woman and I will not be type-casted the way I am back home. No country is foolproof, I know..but some are just better in some ways..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anyways!! THIS we will talk about some other day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mast raho, Dilchasp raho...and please leave your blog links in comments, if you read this. My blogroll is really old and most of you have updated your blog links.</span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-10563385169487099732014-06-10T04:48:00.000+05:302016-05-12T00:03:59.404+05:30Learnings from my marriage - v1.0.<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Can't believe I have been married for 1.5 yrs already or that I have known my Patidev (yep! that's what I call him at times *wink*) for past 4.5 years. Really, time just flies by.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">First of all, I think marriage made me grow up a little bit and sober down somehow. Being the typical front-bencher that I have been, I will mention what all I have learnt in the past 1. 5 years in bullet points :P *ting*</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have learnt to be a lot more patient. Now, I wait for people to finish what they are saying before I react. Earlier, on the basis of their first few sentences I would mentally sum-up my reaction and blurt it out..not anymore. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have learnt to "listen". Yes, this is an art and it ofcourse is important for every relationship.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have learnt to love despite difference of opinion.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have accepted that people won't change their core characteristics ever, so it is always better to make peace with it and be happy</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have embraced love that comes my way every day in different forms, sometimes as a song he hums while I cook for him in the kitchen, sometimes as a wink from him when we are in separate groups at a party, sometimes as a angry stare at me when I gobble up blackberry jelly in one go :P</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have learnt to value my mother 100 times more that I ever did. What would I have done without her? OMG!! she is my guardian angel and go-to-person for all the "how-tos" Always lending a patient ear to my ramblings about stuff.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have learnt to buy sabzi-bhaaji.. and grocery. I can now easily bargain over Dhania-mirchi with my local sabziwaala.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have learnt to share special dishes I cook, with my super-cook padosan cum friend.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have learnt how to install a LPG cylinder on my own, how to fix broken taps, how to extract 5 milk products out of 2 litres of milk..hehehe</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have learnt how the stereotypes of men and women were lame and all in my head, when he offered to do the dishes and share house-work with me.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I learnt that sometimes it is so fulfilling to do things to make someone else happy.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I learnt that traditions and rituals are so much fun.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I learnt that people will always return warmth with love.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I learnt that if you treat them as your parents, they will love you as their daughter.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I learnt that mother-in-laws are not devils as they are projected to be, they are sensitive, caring and loving just like every other woman you know..and just that they love their sons way too much and their lives surround around their kids, so you should not expect them to LET GO when you come into picture. They will always have wisdom to share and the secret to the happiness of the whole family. and How can you forget the funny stories about the husband's childhood..?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I learnt that there will be differences, there will be arguments, but it is not always necessary to stand your ground and fight for it. At times, a delayed reaction helps.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I learnt that no matter how much he teases you in person, he will always give a proud smile when he is out with you.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I learnt it is as challenging and new to me, as it is to him.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I learnt that me and him, we are a team.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I also learnt ki itti baat karne se nazar lag jaati hain (Courtesy: Mumma and Mom :P )</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mast raho, Dilchasp raho! </span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-87138671056121940442013-12-18T15:44:00.001+05:302013-12-18T15:44:19.378+05:30Enough is enough!<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There are some battles that we need to fight alone. Where we close in, go into a shell and detach ourselves from the people we love the most..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There are days where we wish we could just stay in bed, hide under a blanket and not do this life thing anymore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I know some days are good, while some are bad.. May be this is just a phase. But when you put your heart and soul into something and people still mistrust you, you tend to lose your confidence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It is difficult right now. I don't want to talk to anyone, just sink deep into a shell and find my way back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Feeling highly demotivated at work...it is just my inner something making me go own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Tired of this blame game and being misunderstood as a person I am not. Tired of explaining myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So I decide to turn silent and bitter for once...I decide to let my work speak for me..I decide to stop letting people in.. I decide to build the fence again...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Enough is enough... </span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-54261749620551923722013-12-05T13:01:00.003+05:302013-12-05T13:01:36.654+05:30Thank you<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sometimes when we work too hard, sacrificing on various aspects of life... and the end result is disappointing...it becomes difficult to stay motivated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Such is the time now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom says "There is always something good in the offing when you think it is all going down". I think she is right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">My project getting cancelled, Me being diagnosed with gallstones...all these things seem to prove her point right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">One surgery down, I feel better...Yep! I lost on some good opportunities at work, but it gave me time to strengthen my relationships, to spend a great deal of time with my loved ones and to realize who is by my side, when it is not alright.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Yesterday, on my birthday, I thanked God silently for all the good things in my life. Ya! I am still demotivated at work...but I know.. When we hit rock bottom, the only way is UP!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mast raho, Dilchasp raho!</span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-82442981337355506202013-06-21T10:17:00.003+05:302013-06-21T11:00:07.182+05:30The Key to a successful marriage...<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I had a lot of notions about marriage before I got married, but I have eventually realized that it is indeed an important part of our lives. Like those earlier transitions - school, college, job.. marriage is yet another transition.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It is huge for sure. I mean it is Part 2 of your life. There is a life you have before marriage and then there is one that you have after you find your partner. It is like doing life from scratch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Marriage is more than living with a room-mate (I have seen some cosmo-types sites suggesting that married people should stay like paying guests, Bullshit!). Like living with your parents, teaches you whole lot of patience. Part 2 of your life, teaches you another kilogram of patience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />You adapt to new people, new environment.. and so they do. But all in all, in our country the generic expectation is that the woman should adapt, but things are changing a bit with the men coming forward and making an effort.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">One thing I have realized is no matter what you do.. Manz and Womanz log, you MUST know basic household work, for the sake of your partners. Because when you live together, only one person cannot carry the burden of household work. It is ofcourse YOUR house and both of you would want to keep it tidy and a good place to live in, but yeah! you would need some skills.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Living out of the suitcase, most of my life, it came across as a big challenge for me. But with the patience and support of my partner, I learnt how to manage home and work at the same time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Guys, you MUST learn to cook, clean, wash etc.. like women do.. because with your gal working and travelling like you do, it won't make sense eating out everyday or living in a hellhole. Unless you want bigger bellies etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Another thing we gals need to learn is to SHUT UP sometimes. So you had a bad day, someone bitched about you, the maid did not turn up, there is too much politics at work, or you know that your partner is not right in conventional terms or there is something they said and did which is hurtful or there is something bothering you...Sometimes it is better to shut-up and wait, than blabber/react and make things worse.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">All I know of men, they are very conclusion-oriented beings. What means a 'conversation' to a woman, is a 'fight' to a man.. :P Since we women have a tendency to just keep blabbering about our day and major-minor issues, Men immediately jump in for our protection and start offering solutions, which we don't want. We can find our own solutions. All we want is someone we know cares enough to listen to us, don't we? and I think Men cannot get it.. since they are programmed to be the problem-fixers. This is what they have lived upto.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anyways, all in all, Marriage is pure fun.. because there is so much to learn and explore every single day.. about YOU, about THEM and about the relationship itself.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So like every relationship, you will have some good days, some bad days.. What matters is what you make of it.. I still don't understand why people crib about marriage.. You either do it or get out.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There is absolutely NO key to a successful marriage.. you just gotta be there, stop taking it too seriously and live it up :) :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Tab tak.. mast raho! dilchasp raho </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-12217931483252235422013-04-04T15:45:00.000+05:302013-04-04T15:45:17.235+05:30Tumhare haath ka takia...I managed to scribble this down at the back of my notebook...for my special...<br />
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Tumhare haath ka takia<br />
Aur sukoon ki neend..<br />
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Tumhari sharaarti hasii<br />
Aur mera jhoothi moothi mooh banaana<br />
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Tumhara mujhey daant-na<br />
Aur mera foot-ti hasii ko dabaana<br />
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Tumhari complaints ki lambi si list<br />
Aur mujhe tum pe aur pyaar aana<br />
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Tumhari bachchon jaisi curiosity<br />
Aur mera maath pe haath maar ke khud ko badaa dikhaana<br />
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Tumhara gusse mein mooh fulaana<br />
Aur mera tumhe minnatein karke manaana<br />
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Kabhi mera hi rooth jaana<br />
Aur tumhara bahaane se mujhey hasaana<br />
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Tumhara mujhey budhdhu bataana<br />
Aur mera tumhare saamne budhdu ban jaana<br />
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Tumhara har cheez mein mera khayaal rakhna<br />
Aur mera phir bhi tumhe har roz sataana<br />
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Tumhara pyaar karna par na bataana<br />
Mera iss baat par roz tumhein do baatein sunaana<br />
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Tumhara neend mein badd badaana<br />
Mera tumhe dekh ke mann mein muskuraana<br />
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Tumhara pyaar ek dum masoom<br />
Mera bhi hain thoda bachkaana...Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-68544497575855634422013-03-13T12:58:00.001+05:302013-03-13T12:58:34.851+05:30Just Married<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life has changed, for real. To start with, I GOT MARRIED.<br />
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If you have been reading me for long, you would know how scared I have always been of "marriage", but I guess as we grow up, our thoughts give way to newer thoughts..progressive ones, may be.<br />
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I can say I am in a happy space right now..and a lot has changed. The "Salman Khan" of the Mehta family is finally domesticated.<br />
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There are so many people who have been anchors to my love-story that resulted in marriage. Some of them are still in touch, Some of them are long-gone.<br />
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I am thankful to all of them...and to God, for having heard my prayers, my complaints..and my constant worries about the future of my then-relationship.<br />
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Not much to say right now, except that I have been a "Bridezilla" all through my wedding. Ask Arpit Rastogi, he would know. He was my official wedding photographer..and oh man! he has done such a wonderful job. Glad to have him for my friend... :)<br />
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Madhuri Iyer also dropped in to make me go through the wedding. Yeah! I almost chickened out a day before the wedding, but she asked me to shut up and carry on :P Thanks, love.<br />
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I missed Nidhi, Abhinav, Peter, Gaurav and Richa at my wedding.. but I know their good wishes are always there and so are yours... :)<br />
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I guess, I am here to stay now...<br />
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Mast raho, Dilchasp Raho! <br />
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<br />Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-63425361157118186552012-08-30T09:47:00.000+05:302012-08-30T09:47:51.818+05:30Yeh jo desh hain mera... <div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I know most of the people look at such blog titles and yawn to themselves -- One more patriot, One more post full of whining about how our country is going to the dogs, One more yap-yap..yap-yap...<br />
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I think what I am going to say here is more of a concern than a rant. I don't know who can fix it.. me? you? the government? the people of the country? or God?<br />
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I sit back in the AC cubicle in my Client office and as I read through the news items, I wonder how the poor is getting poorer and the rich is getting richer. How I strive to earn more so I can buy a better brand, afford a better house and a better life..while there are people in some place in my country who don't even have ek-waqt-ka-khaana.<br />
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How I so easily make a face to my over-cooked Cilantro pasta in a hotel and leave some on the plate...While there are thousands who would lick that plate dry coz they have not seen food for days, IN MY COUNTRY.<br />
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When you start thinking or reading or writing about such stuff, you feel so depressed about the whole thing.. but then this is how it is and I cannot make any tall claims that "Oh! I am so awesome that I will leave my comfortable cubicle and walk miles to help these people". I know right now, I won't.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
"I can't" is not an option coz if I am ready to renounce my comfort, I can do anything.<br />
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I just sit back here, like a hypocrite, sipping on my green tea and using the latest technology and social media to voice my "oh-so-sympathetic-views".<br />
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Man! that sucks.. I mean becoming this person.On days like these, I hate myself..I hate the fact that I am not doing enough for anyone anymore.<br />
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I had dreams of changing the face of the country and doing things for people, when I was in school, in college.. and then I got addicted to this life that I live and forgot all of them?? <br />
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I donno if people who are reading it are awesome or just like me.. <br />
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But I think, just sending a donation every alternate month through some online service to these people, is not going to help them. Things have to be fixed, at the root-level. HOW? I donno.. right now, I don't.<br />
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Just that WE, as people and as a country need help.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don't think the time is to stay mast and dilchasp... this is probably the time to take charge as a citizen and as a human being to at least create some difference. Coz my success is meaningless as a citizen, if the people in my country are killing themselves over poverty and starving to death.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Depress mat hona padke. Padna.. Sochna.. Bhool Jaana. Bharat Maata ki Jai!!</span></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-29411110100773558252012-08-27T15:47:00.000+05:302012-08-27T15:47:10.038+05:30About scars, professionalism and blah blah...<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The bandage came off today and let me tell you, there are some very gross marks on the hand, that are going to stay for some time, </span><span style="font-size: small;">the wound is still there but it is no longer an open wound</span><span style="font-size: small;">. I hope though, there are no scars left behind.<br />
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During this whole month, I came across different reactions to my accident. Some were heart-warming and some were completely shocking. I concluded people are not at all sensitive to someone's suffering, and not to the 'marks' when it comes to a woman.<br />
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I have started traveling for work again and it is difficult you know, to carry luggage with just one hand or even to manage "NOT TO" hurt myself in the public places. Simple tasks such as picking up the dinner plate all by myself are a pain with only my left hand at work.<br />
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This whole accident also made me see how people are not sensitive even on professional front. If you won't do it, someone else will - that is the mantra everyone follows.<br />
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It is sad that in the race of earning more revenues and all, we end up being insensitive to the people who are responsible for the growth of our business.<br />
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No calls from work at all, to ask if I am alive or not.<br />
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Worst of all is, people from work who pretended to be considerate otherwise, turned their backs. That is ridiculous, coz it is professional courtesy to call up people you work with.Isn't it? I am highly disappointed with it and let me tell you such an attitude has only one repercussion, the people who passionately worked for the business, take a step back and just do what is required and stop going that extra mile. <br />
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I think when someone says there are "Professional", they should really understand what that means, being ruthless or cold is not professional.<br />
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I donno how do we categorize such people.. but the whole point is, if a business does not respect the people that helps it in its growth, it cannot survive for long.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Baaki Chennai is too much of "Ghich Ghich Chip Chip"...but I live next to a beach and trust me, after all the shit I have been through in past one month, this one is a nice break where I have just me for company, I talk to the sea, the birds and sometimes to the beautiful starry sky..</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thank you, God. I needed this, may be. Although, I still miss my friends and wonder if they miss me too :)</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-85897984589492239532012-08-13T11:55:00.000+05:302012-08-13T11:55:16.683+05:30Pressure-cooker foot gaya.. BOOOOOOOOM!! :P<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, July 18 2012 is done with. There was a pressure cooker blast while I was cooking and almost everyone I met after that tells me that I am lucky to have survived with just my right-hand badly injured. People die in such accidents or get their faces or limbs disfigured for life :( That's pretty scary. Ni?</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To start with, I am better. I use my left hand 100% and my right hand 50% as of now. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Such incidents bring us closer to life, people and some realities. Like, I realized how my friends are few, how my mom loves me to death, how it is SOO important to stay fit and healthy, how it is so difficult to depend on others for basic stuff like "combing your hair" and how resilient I am as a person.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Surprisingly, I also realized that I have quite a threshold for pain. While my mom was screaming and crying at the top of her voice when this accident happened, I was just too calm even in pain, trying to calm her down. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Such a shock it was, the whole food over me.. hot..and our whole kitchen turned into a nightmare.. Tubelights were burst, crockery broken, stove broken, Chimney fell on my head. hehehe!! Now, when I look at all this, I feel so funny. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What a trouble-magnet I am...but then, people of my house should thank me for getting EVERYTHING new in the kitchen..I am still sad that I did not KILL Dad's 1950s mixer-grinder in this accident :P</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sigh!! no matter how much I joke about it.. it was a horrific thing..and I really pray that something like this never happens to ANYONE. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh! I forgot to mention the interesting visitors I got. Most of my relatives came up with -- <i>"Haaye! kudi ka mooh teh ni jalyaa? Vyaah kiddaan hoyeha aida?"</i> :P - -Lemme translate, my relatives were more concerned about how will they marry me off if I burnt my face n all. Amazing people.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">BTW, I have a funny and cute doctor to tend to me. He is such a positive influence. I still have bandages ON..but I am optimistic.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks to ALL of you for sending across your wishes and yep! one day at a time, I am getting better.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Much love.. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Mast raho, Dilchasp Raho.. </span></b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Footey kittey bhi pressure cooker, Tum Dhinchakk raho! :P</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I also know now that Every near-death experience instills a lil more life into me.</span></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-62226325763000064982012-07-24T11:08:00.000+05:302012-07-24T11:08:38.716+05:30Burnt...not finished yet...The pressure cooker blast happened while i was cooking, last week. With only my left-hand semi-functional, I want to write much, as in with pen n paper...there is a strong urge to blog, speak, share... as if I wont live to see ahead..Weird...<br />
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Can't type much.One word takes minutes. Waiting to heal. Just thinking, if I can audio-blog? Atleast, I can talk.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-8931761073752192202012-07-09T17:34:00.000+05:302012-07-09T17:34:29.486+05:30They told me so...<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It is said that people we meet all through our lives, make us the people we become. Today, I plan to blog about a couple of things that were shared with me, by the people I value... at different junctures of my life.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"Logon ka achcha kiya yaad rakhkho, bura bhool jaao, jeevan sulajh jaayega"</i> - "Always remember the 'good' someone has done to you and forget the 'bad', this would make your life simpler --- Dad</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-<i> "Ek chup, sau sukh"</i> - You don't need to respond to every argument or statement. Silence brings along serenity & happiness -- Mom</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"Ati ka bhalaa na bolna, Ati ki bhali naa chup"</i> - "It is not wise to talk too much, or even to stay silent for long. One should balance it well" -- My grandma</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"God always provide you with the much-needed jolt, if he sees you stuck in the dumps for long. You have to make a choice, either STAY in dumps and wait for the jolt, or Take a step forward and get out it"</i> -- My ex-room-mate and friend.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-<i> "Everything in life can be categorized under "Assets" and "Liabilities"</i> -- A friend and guide.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"There should be only one priority in your life. You"</i> -- My best friend.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"Never take undue advantage of people. That's just inhuman"</i> -- Dad</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"Love, because it is important to know to 'give without expecting much in return' in life" </i>-- Mom</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"The best way to end an argument is to ask yourself if the relationship is important for you or winning the argument"</i> -- Mom</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-<i> "There is one person you can always believe in, You"</i> -- Mom</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"Everybody leaves"</i> -- A man I loved.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"If it does not make you happy, it is not worth it"</i> -- Friend.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-<i> "Love madly, deeply and unconditionally. That makes you human. No matter how much it hurts"</i> -- A man who loved me.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"If they don't love you, let go"</i> -- A friend who loved me.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- <i>"A man who would not acknowledge his love for you, is not worth your time"</i> -- A gal friend.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">-<i> "Marriage does not need too much work, if you have Love by your side</i>" -- Mom</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Will keep sharing some more of these.. tab tak, </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Mast Raho, Dilchasp Raho!! </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-22296911958056259502012-07-08T23:05:00.000+05:302012-07-08T23:05:56.495+05:30Why?<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Why do we make it so difficult for people to just be themselves with us? </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Why do you have to pretend to be strong when all you want to do is kneel down and cry in the middle of the road coz you are lost? </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Why do you have to pretend to be happy, when all you want to do is sob yourself to sleep?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Why do you have to pretend to be calm, when all you want to do is find some random place to scream your vocal chords out?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">Why do we wait for people to fall flat on their faces, so we can have our share of laughter and that ultimate "I told you so" sort of satisfaction?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Why can't we just be humans to humans?</span></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-55530263476464727852012-06-19T18:34:00.000+05:302012-06-19T18:34:42.224+05:30Of men who are jerks, and women who cannot work!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>This post is dedicated to a prospective groom.You guys can stop frowning now. Yep! I had to budge in to parental pressure and meet someone ;) I am somehow feeling dejected that I could not share my blog-link with him, but considering the viability of internet, I am sure sooner or later, he will find his way to my blog.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dear Maa-da-laadla,</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">First of all thanks for reaching late at the venue for our supposed 'meeting'. I was secretly smiling to myself when you entered in a grand manner, that too 45 minutes late, like a conventional Delhi ka Punjabi mard.<i>"Hum ladke waale hain, toh hum kyon time se aaye?"</i> and not to mention, I am in love with your audacity to not even apologize to my parents for keeping them waiting. Dude, they are old and traveled 70 kms while you live 5 mins away from that damn place YOU chose. That's okay.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">By the way, is that how you dress up to meet a woman you are supposed to marry? :O Even that's okay. With due respect, your elder brother is quiet a lecher. Your sis-in-law should keep him in check. Irrelevant. Nice to know that his wife is a doctor and you guys stopped her from practicing coz she is a woman. I have utmost respect for men like you. <b>They should build a temple for you Gods.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">By the way, it is absolutely fine that you don't even have enough money to order coffee for yourself and your family.Oh! don't bother, my dad paid for it. Yay!!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have never met someone as interesting as you before.You are so cute and grammatically challenged that you don't know the basic difference between 'being traditional' or 'being conservative'. Sweet.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I understand you are traditional but frowning when I mentioned about my work-travel, was quiet a bad idea. I understand you have never left your <i>'maa da aanchal' </i>to explore the world or for that matter your own country, but that does not give you the right to ask me to stop doing that. I really liked your views on women and their approach towards their careers. For example, this one :</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He : <i>"I am traditional. In my opinion a woman should not give much preference to their careers after marriage, if they do, who will take care of home?? If a woman tries to be equal to her man, that breaks homes. I think she should sacrifice her career for the same.</i>"</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me : Do you think women should work at all in the first place, being a Chartered Accountant yourself?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He : <i>No. No. They should. After all sitting at home and watching saas-bahu soaps won't do them much good. So, for the sake of time-pass they can work.But they have to decide their priorities in life.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me : *secretly empties the coffee on his head* Oh okay!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My dear, your stupid thought process that men should NEVER cook coz they don't need to, the woman should not travel much, coz she does not NEED to and a woman should never be in a relationship before marriage... just blew my mind.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">What a saint!! I wanted to do a quick "paaye laagu" to you. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I don't understand how can a person as well-educated as you, raised in a Metro city, holds such a shallow opinion. Accordingly to you, a romance should be "platonic" between two people else that becomes a problem in marriage. How cute!! ;)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I am amazed how you brother almost puked his coffee out when he got to know that my sis-in-laws travel, as and when, for work and holidays.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I feel sad for people like you and for the person who is going to be with you and your family. You faketards, you want trophy wives to show off <i>-- "Humaari bahu doctor hain, MBA hain"</i>, but you won't let them LIVE or BE who they are. You people need someone to make babies for you and have sex with you for free, as per your wish.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">No malice in my heart for you. But you really need to come out of that shell and look around. The world is changing. Respect your women and they will love you unconditionally.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Wish you luck with your search for THAT woman. For now, I am glad I don't have to see you again. Else my coffee, your sarr, Saar!! ;)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Mast raho, Dilchasp raho! </b></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-1096612887964471772012-05-27T18:40:00.000+05:302012-05-27T18:40:59.037+05:30Na haathi hain, Na ghoda hain.. wahan paidal hi jaana hain...<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sab kehte hain ki I live in fairytales... in a world that is an illusion.. *shrugs*</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Frankly, I don't bother. I think any which ways, everyone is living an illusion. In my opinion, your life that is so filled with materialistic goals and all that jazz is such an illusion :)</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think my life is REAL. I am still in touch with the humane side of me...I still love people, I still smile for things as small as watching it rain..I cry at things as small as someone teasing me...I throw a fit when things don't go my way and then I take a 360 degree turn, and forget it all.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Do you do that? No? YOU MUST!!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I spent last night wide awake thinking about a million things.. with respect to my future.. my present and my past.. so much of hard-work.. that I forgot to SLEEP.. can you beat that? That was my warning bell!! I have been so engrossed in making things perfect for past one month that I forgot to LIVE for a while.. so.. this is it. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">God made us all humans...coz he thought we would be one...but somewhere in this whole illusive race we are running, some of us are not as human as we should be, anymore.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I know all this preachy shit has been said 100 times at 100 hundred places before... but our memory span is really short, so someone needs to yell it out to us time and again. Today, I am doing it for me and you.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">DO hell with work stress, how-to-make-more-money shit,when to get married, who to get married to and diets etc.. Go take a walk! Grab an ice-cream! Munch on bhuttas and chanaa.. and do stupid stuff.. like smiling at a cute stranger.. or just watching the serene ocean. Kyunki ek hi life hain, and I don't think ki if I make a couple of thousands more, mere ko koi special jagah milne waali hain marne ke baad.. Special yahan hain!! ABHI.. iss right now mein :P </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Isliye.. Mast raho, Dilchasp raho!! coz marne ke baad photo ke baaju mein apni salary nahi chapegi betey laal.. :D</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-55870949081635914192012-05-23T13:15:00.000+05:302012-05-23T13:15:57.100+05:30An ode to the Educated Illiterates (EIs) - Zara hat ke!<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Off late my experiences with the so-called 'educated' section of our society have been so disappointing that I am sure that instead of working towards starting a NGO to help the under-privileged, I should start one to educate the EDUCATED or the privileged ones.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am writing my MBA papers and this weekend while I was waiting in a queue at my examination center for my turn, a gal in her early-20s came from somewhere behind and stood next to me in the queue. I usually ignore such stupid tactics by the so called<span style="color: blue;"> EIs (Educated Illiterates)</span>, but Delhi summers get to you, can't help. As soon as my turn came, she forwarded her hall-ticket to the Exam head, I casually picked up that piece of paper, smiled at her and said,"Can you please tell me one good reason why you forwarded your hall-ticket when it is my turn?". She looked at me in disbelief, with that<b> titli-types</b> attitude. Kids!! </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The point of narrating this whole incident is that she was just one of those EIs. We have so many around us all the time, who don't care about what they have been taught all their lives in the posh schools they studied at. Education is supposed to be a powerful tool to be a responsible citizen and a human being, but it is sad that people take it for granted. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I hereby, I give a tribute to all those EIs I have encountered recently :</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">1. <b><u>The Mobile Phone leechs :</u></b> I understand your life sucks and all, and you wanna die...but please spare the other people who are walking or driving on the roads. If you can't let go of your cellphone while you are driving, stay at home or hire someone to drive you around as you yap yap on the phone.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">2. <b><u>The "Yeh sadak tere baap ki hain kya?" spitters :</u></b> They don't need a reason or a season. Be it a BMW or a Nano, Be it a corporate honcho or a sarkari daftar ka clerk, everyone competes on the road, for the longest range of spitting. If you ever look at them with disgust or tell them it's wrong, they will set you right.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">3. <u><b>The "Tujhey pata hain main kaun hoon?" rulebreakers</b></u> : So the netas, the middle class and the upper class, everyone wants their kids to study in the best of international schools...but the end result is always the same. This category suffers from an identity crisis despite all the education and facilities in life. They live "questionable" lives...coz inhe pata nahi ki yeh kaun hain ;)</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">4. <u><b>The "Yeh ladizz ki line hain" aunties and kudis :</b></u> Just for record, there is no ladizz ki line anywhere anymore. The last I heard Indian Railways reservation counters also abolished them in most of the places. These kudis/aunties form a ladizz ki line everywhere, coz 1. they are educated 2. they KNOW the rules.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">5. <b><u>The "Budhdhe marega kya?"yo-yo generation :</u></b> When I was in school, we were taught that one should respect elders, and trust their judgement in life. What we see on the roads, in public places, in homes is completely opposite these days. This category of EIs, need a "Buddha hoga tera baap" dose from our awesome grandpas and uncles. They donno that desi ghee ke paranthe still have an edge over Burgers :P</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">6. <u><b>The Over-smart queue breakers </b></u>: No matter how long the queue is, these people always have the audacity to walk up to the front and pretend like they belong their for the past 4 hours. Jai ho! </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The whole point is... There are many kids who crave for books and studies, but they have to work at the age of 7 itself to earn for their family and here, we have kids who travel in AC cars and udaaofy maa-baap ka paisa but don't realize the importance of what they have. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If this is what our kids are doing after education, it is better to give a chance to the people who really value education, the kids who want, but can't get.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
I am sure all of you have met some or the other kind of EIs in your lives. Feel free to add your experiences and categories in comments. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Note : AD gave me this idea of starting an NGO when I was rambling about this wonderful queue-breaker Chikita!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-1928047853795038772012-05-19T23:31:00.000+05:302012-05-19T23:31:27.344+05:30Flush of Thoughts - 19.05.2012<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Quiet easy to sit back and count what I have done for you, what all you have done for me. Quite difficult to realize, the moment we started counting, we lost what we had.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Quiet easy to blame people for all the bad that happens to me, Quite difficult to accept that it was all coz I made certain choices.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Quiet easy to stand in a corner and criticize those who are making an effort for a change, Quite difficult to be the change.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Quiet easy to dream, Quiet difficult to live most of them.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Quiet easy to imagine, if I were you or You were me.. Quite difficult to be YOU, to be ME.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Note : Apparently, some chikita has become such a fan of the nonsense I blog here, that she has copied the content of some of my recent posts and posted it as hers. Thank you, wonderful woman. Much love.</span>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096252445755250274.post-32841735784860564532012-05-08T13:53:00.000+05:302012-05-08T13:53:47.027+05:30Let's diss Aamir and Satyameva Jayate!!<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So Aamir's Satyameva Jayate touched many hearts, and not to forget resulted in too many heart-burns. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sometimes I feel sad for all of us, what have we become? Such cynics, such pessimistic souls...that when someone tries to persuade us to THINK, we slam the person. Why are we so insecure that we always NEED to find a motive behind someone's deeds always?</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We are insecure people.. with a thought process "If I could not, how can he?".. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I don't have too much time to go and pull ears of the people who are dissing SJ or Aamir, for that matter. I have a simple thing to say, this guy Aamir, he had a choice...to take up a KBC or Dus ka Dum if it was ONLY about money, but he made THIS choice. He chose to bring forward the same old issues that many in the country are fighting about, because he knew that in a country where no-one bothers even about the problems of their neighbors, STAR-POWER helps!!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I appreciate his choice and <span style="color: blue;">I would like to tell a certain Taslima Nasreen that instead of spending her time and energy on questioning why people did not react when so-called common people/activists talked about such issues on televsion?, she should acknowledge that a person who could have easily earned his money from a game show, decided to put in his effort and time into something meaningful...even if let's assume for a second, his MOTIVE was fame.. but does Aamir really need any more fame?</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He has not promised a change, He has not promised that he is going to make this country a better place to live in. All he has done is taken a step forward to make people AWARE. He is trying to reach out to people. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So instead of throwing shit at him, Look inwards for once. Did you ever pay attention to any other Zindagi Live or Salaam Zindagi before? Nope. You hardly did. This man has enough money and fame to enjoy as much as he can..so if he has started something as significant as this. Let us sit back and contribute in our way, just by watching and acknowledging the issues so we can accept that <i>"YES! This is my country and atleast I won't let it rot more".</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We live almost all our lives with such thoughts when someone tries to shake or wake us up <i>"Saala bakwaas karra hain, nautanki, chal beer uthatey hain, Sunday manaatey hain"... "Picture kon si lagi hain yaar?"</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Baaki, as I said once, <b><span style="color: blue;">UNLESS IT HAPPENS TO YOU, IT'S ALL NEWS!!</span> </b>So nobody bothers about female feticide or dowry deaths or rapes or whistle-blowers being killed, unless it happens to them or someone close to them. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">So, Mast raho, Dilchasp raho.. bas thoda Satark aur Jaagruk bhi :)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">Thanks Sakshi and AD for posting on this :)</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899821466517313609noreply@blogger.com10