tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61852181485726440962024-02-08T21:24:47.148+05:30Dusty Paintings, Tainted Mirrors!Behind every dusty painting there is a ravishing art work, behind every tainted mirror there is a beautiful reflection. Behind everybody's life there is a beautiful story, a soulful poem!Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-3413452823557636022016-11-18T19:36:00.003+05:302016-11-18T19:36:44.910+05:30When winter is here...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>I stand here
at my balcony<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>With breeze
caressing my hair and cupping my cheeks.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I close my
eyes and think of you<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Of all the seasons
in a year, winter is the cruelest I think<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>It makes me
realize how much I miss your warmth<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Your arms
around my waist, your chin on the hollow of my neck<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>My arms
around the guitar, I play the worst tunes in the world<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You are the
only fan I’ve got. You are also my lifeline, do you know?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I would wait
and yearn for that moment when you would kiss me<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But oh! The torture
of small talks and your boring little games <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You would
stall to make me long, just so I would make the first move<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But oh my
darling! You know I can be cruel. You know I can wait forever.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>For I know
you cannot wait and you know that is my bait<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I would sing
all our favourite songs and you would sing along<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>What magic
do you have in your voice?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>What sorcery
you play with my mind?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Slowly and
stealthily, you would pull me closer. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>We would
dance in the darkness and twirl around.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Close enough
to feel your quick breathe on my neck <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>With apprehension
filling my head and with heart pounding in my chest<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I would lean
on yours and listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You would lift
my head by holding my chin; you would make your way to my lips<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>What goes on
in that silly head of yours everytime I pull away when you want to kiss?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I wish I
could get into your head and sit in the middle, unravel all the secrets you are
hiding from me<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But oh baby,
if you were here right now. I would kiss you until we run out of breathe<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I wouldn’t wait;
I wouldn’t play your games. I would just kiss and get it over with<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>This
distance between us and the things we could do. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Oh! This
winter can’t get any crueler than this.</i></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-89348076672764828582016-01-14T18:16:00.000+05:302016-01-14T18:16:13.880+05:30Dearest Dad, You should know why!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A letter to the only man who I think deserves an explanation on something very crucial atleast according to him. Maybe there are few girls who would agree with me. Maybe there will be many who think I am wrong. But here it is, a letter to my old man on one of the important decisions I have made in life.<br />
<br />
https://theglowwormsite.wordpress.com/2016/01/14/dearest-dad-you-should-know-why/<br />
<br />
I have moved my blog to wordpress and will be writing there going forward. Please bear with me once and follow me there, will you? :)</div>
Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-35950192004368861552016-01-10T17:09:00.003+05:302016-01-10T17:09:46.964+05:30Bajirao Mastani - Movie Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Recently, I had to painfully sit
through one of the probably worst bollywood films I have ever seen. One more bad
decision because I was depressed! Damn me! This film will likely top the list
permanently because I have quit watching bollywood movies once and for all. The
extravagant set, the beautiful costumes and the dresses that I would consider
wearing for my wedding and... Otherwise there was nothing very remarkable about
the movie. The movie is a fiction work on Bajirao Peshwa about whom I have
studied during my history classes from what I remember he is one the invincible
and strongest commander-in-chief. But how Sanjay Leela Bhansali chose to show
him in this movie? An ordinary man who was stuck between the women he loves and
a mother who will not approve any decision he makes. A man who is capable
enough to rule an entire empire and march further was not aware of the
traditions of his neighbouring provinces. </div>
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Ranveer singh, did complete
justice to the role that he was provided with (should I mention as usual here?)
Priyanka chopra while looking elegant and not particularly gorgeous had grown a
bit older for Ranveer Singh. She mostly seemed like his elder sister or maybe I
am still stuck with the after effects of Dil Dhadakne Do. I would prefer not to
talk about Deepika Padukone because the woman has only disappointed me all the
time with her acting skills or the lack of it. Why and how does she always
manage to keep a face that is very suitable for a funeral? It seems like she
just attended one everytime in most of her movies. Someone should remind her of
the fact that she is an actress and not just a model and one of the things that
are expected of her apart from looking pretty as a doll is to act. Maybe we
should move on from her because I don’t know about others but I am getting a
tad bit bored of seeing her in all the movies bringing the same face and hairstyle
over and over. I would love to see some fresh faces, faces that could act. Bajirao’s
mother, Tanvi Azmi on the other hand reminded me of Leela’s mother, Supriya
Pathak from Ram-leela, only that Supriya Pathak was really threatening and
commanding for her role. </div>
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Now, that I have ranted my heart
out of the main actors. The plot itself reminded me of another Ram-leela except
that Deepika is the mistress this time. However, Ranveer continues to fight
with his family to accept her as their own, duh! And they both die towards the
end only that in Ram-leela I didn’t know Deepika also got shot because she didn’t
react at all! It is highly torturous and annoying (apart from the movie itself)
to see Mastani accept to every stupid condition posed by Bajirao if she decides
to live with him. A man who constantly abandons her by putting his own and his
wife’s needs ahead of her irked the feminist in me! </div>
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The dialogues were very pleasing
and romantic and oozed love out of it. While deepika failed to deliver it, we
could atleast get the sense of the beauty in those love struck words. The songs
weren’t impressive. What’s the deal with this Pinga song? Inspite of constant
disappointment for nearly one and a half hour I had my hopes high for this
song. But when the song finally came up I went like, “Come on!” They did not
compare this song with Devdas, Madhuri and Aishwarya from Dola re! Trust me,
there was nothing great about this song and it is an insult to that song that
they actually compared this one with that! It’s sad how they portrayed Bajirao
towards the climax , like he’s gone absolutely mad because he couldn’t get to
his mistress. (I really loved Peshwa when I was a kid.)</div>
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Half an hour through the movie
and I decided that I have grown too old for movies like this because I am
highly intolerant to repetitive plots, gorgeous doll faced actors who cannot
act to save their lives and movies that make absolutely no sense. As bad luck
had it, I didn’t get my pop corn because of the long, unwinding queues and the
staffs that cannot take orders properly. If you are in Chennai, please, please
don’t go to Palazzo at the forum mall, you might die of suffocation! </div>
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So, what was the take away from
the movie? </div>
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Stop watching bollywood movies
and do not waste the money on movies that you can use to buy delicious food! Food!!</div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-63104287712884895542015-12-08T18:58:00.001+05:302015-12-08T19:02:49.982+05:30The Night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>The bright stars above the dark sky</i></div>
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<i>The gleaming lights on the streets at night</i></div>
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<i>With the cold winds singing the ears</i></div>
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<i>The lovers cuddle and share a kiss</i></div>
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<i>The children tuck down in their blankets</i></div>
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<i>The old ones mutter a prayer</i></div>
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<i>The crickets chirp their familiar tune</i></div>
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<i>As the number of grunting motors go down</i></div>
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<i>A pair of gloomy eyes wandered around</i></div>
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<i>The misty surrounding, the dew drops falling</i></div>
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<i>And out comes the darkness behind the veil</i></div>
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<i>Creepily and stealthily, sheltering the evil</i></div>
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<i>And the silence looms around longer than expected</i></div>
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<i>Thus beginning the evil's clock!</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-39820881517700764642015-11-24T09:53:00.000+05:302015-11-24T09:53:26.641+05:30Stand and Fight or Shut Up!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear Aamir Khan,<br />
<br />
I have always considered you to be the no-nonsense guy. But you made me reconsider that decision when you got into the mud and joined the pigs over the “I am the superstar” fight. I have always respected you for the movies you make, for Satyameva Jayate (although I ignore the fact that you compel people to cry with your acting skills).<br />
<br />
This morning I read an interview by you where you have mentioned that your wife wants to move out of the country because she thinks it is not safe for her child in India. I do not have great respect for your wife and have always considered her to be an idiot. Congratulations on joining her in being an idiot.<br />
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No offence or maybe I mean to offend you, either way I have few things to ask you. Why do Indian celebrities or Indians in general, especially people like you and Shahrukh Khan think it is a prestigious thing to get humiliated by a foreigner? Why are you such cheap attention seekers? Go there, get insulted, come back and make a drama. Every single time you enter US, they know who you are and what you do in India but they humiliate you at the immigration just because you have a Muslim name. It appalls me that you don’t want to change that impression about you there but want to leave the country where you are celebrated.<br />
<br />
Is your wife so dumb to realize that she is in a nation where both you and she can make a difference? Where you can convey a message and it will actually have an impact on the people? Did you see a video that was shot immediately after the Paris attacks?<br />
<br />
A kid tells the journalist that they should move out of France because there are armed men here to which the father says that they cannot leave France because France is their home. He is a simple father of a child that is the age of your own child. He is not a celebrity like you. He didn’t want to leave inspite of the possibility that his child might suffer trauma because of what he saw. He wanted to stay and fight. He didn’t want to leave his home.<br />
<br />
What happened to your patriotism? Is satyameva Jayate only for the sake of media? A show that will gain you popularity, is that what it is? Why are you supporting people who are returning their awards? What will it actually do to the nation, to the poor, the flooded roads in Chennai or anything? How will it make a difference to a common man? Can you please explain? I am asking you because you are supporting them.<br />
<br />
You make big talks that there is no Muslim terrorist/Hindu Terrorist but only terrorists, can you make people realize it? The world realize it? Especially the countries that slap you with the label “Muslim” and put you through humiliation in the name of checking. Don’t tell us that you are going to run like a coward and don’t show your child as an excuse. You are a bad example to him. Be ashamed of it!<br />
Please teach your child to be strong for him, his family and his country not run away because something trivial happens here. Ask your wife to read about how immigrant mothers or mothers in general lose their children to ISIS. Does she read much? I am asking this because she still believes somewhere is safe. Teach him righteousness, virtue and to fight against the evil. Teach him to be strong and stand up for what is right and what he believes in. Teach him what you tell us in the movies or your satyameva jayate, I won’t bother watching them anymore.<br />
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And if possible, keep your wife away from your child because she is teaching him the wrong things like run away if there is a problem. She wants to go to a place that is safe, please tell me where is safe?<br />
<br />
You are a hero and sadly in a country like India what a celebrity says make a difference. So, try to make a difference or shut up. Don’t create this foot in the mouth moments for yourself.<br />
Maybe Arvind Kejriwal feels proud of what you spoke. God knows what he felt was amazing about what you spoke but just in case no one told you, a celebrity fighting to eradicate the issues of a country claiming to leave the country is pure hypocrisy. This is intolerance according to me. Now tell me, why do you want to leave your home? What do you call a man who is running away from his family or home because he wants to be safe?<br />
<br />
An upset fan who is not your fan anymore.<br />
<br /></div>
Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-41109501744679166062015-11-17T15:39:00.001+05:302015-11-17T15:39:07.038+05:30The dilemma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>More broken
you are than I am</i></div>
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<i>More torn up
your soul than mine</i></div>
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<i>More love
you have than me</i></div>
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<i>Less
realization you do than I</i></div>
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<i>More
distance I put between us</i></div>
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<i>The closer
you get and make a fuss</i></div>
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<i>More I run
and hide from you</i></div>
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<i>Faster you
find and trap me in</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i>Farther I go
so you won't come</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
<i>Faster you
come and smile at me</i></div>
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<i>A weakness I
will regret for life</i></div>
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<i>You rip my
soul and mend it again</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i>You make my
life so unstable</i></div>
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<i>Happiness is
what I prefer over you</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
<i>I hide, I
run, I cringe and scream</i></div>
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<i>It hurts to
stay and it hurts to smile</i></div>
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<i>You don’t
see my heart oozing blood</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i>Go away and
never come back</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
<i>For life is
once and I can’t cry anymore</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
<i>I can’t beg
and I won’t lie</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
<i>You are the
be all and end all of my life</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i>Come here
and stay with me</i></div>
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<i>But make a
promise to make me smile</i></div>
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<i>Come in the
night and cuddle with me</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
<i>Swear to me
that I can see your eyes in the daylight</i></div>
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<i>Come here
and love me</i></div>
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<i>Kiss me like
you mean it and Love me like it’s not lust</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i>No! No! I
don’t want you to come</i></div>
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<i>For what’s
stake is my happiness</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
<i>So, go away
and never come back</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
<i>Until you
can love me like you did</i></div>
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<i>Go away and
never come back</i></div>
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<i>Even if you
can love me like you did.</i></div>
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<i>Go away and
never come back</i></div>
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<i>So I can
experience happiness </i></div>
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<i>Go away and
never come back</i></div>
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<i>For I prefer
being happy over you!</i></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-75220841371127806522015-10-28T20:16:00.000+05:302015-10-28T20:16:01.950+05:30I am an alien!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">Dear Humans,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I wait at the
queue in a departmental store and <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>the queue doesn’t seem
to move for a long time. Then I see this woman running around picking stuff and
dropping it at the trolley by the billing counter. This kept going on for a
while and I lost patience. I asked the lady at the counter what was going on
and it seems like this woman who is running around like a headless chicken has
forgotten few things which she is picking up now while we wait for the princess
to be done. I pushed the trolley aside and asked the lady to bill my stuff.
Immediately, this woman came running claiming her position in the queue. I told
her that she can finish her shopping and get back to billing. She seemed
extremely offended and picked a fight with me. Noone who waited in the queue
supported me. I know I was not wrong. But apparently, I was told that I am the
indecent person. Somehow people always
find pleasure in bypassing a queue. Is this lack of patience or common sense or
should I say arrogance? And the people who waited in the queue before me why
haven’t they stood up for themselves?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US">I am writing
this letter to solemnly swear that I am an alien stuck in this planet. I don’t
remember what happened and why I was left behind but I hope my extended family
and friends miss me and send a search crew to find me because I cannot live in
this world anymore. A world where man slaughters man and calls it survival of
the fittest. A place where I cannot live life the way I want to without being
judged. I cannot take this pressure of pleasing the strangers I don’t even care
exist. A world filled with lust, hatred, and hypocrisy. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This is not the
world I remember and I don’t want to live in this planet anymore because many
men believe that they live in a feminist world and women think most of the men
are misogynist. We live in a world where we speak a lot about equality but
women always get run over or side tracked by men on the road because they don’t
like women overtaking them and women expect to get special privileges over men
because she is a woman. We talk about not judging people but cannot stop
wondering why the girl next door comes late and why a man drops her everyday.
We fail to understand the fact that being gay is not a choice. We constantly
say, “Live and let live” but we do not approve what others want to do with
their lives. A society that constantly expects an individual to seek their
approval before doing something. Where vegetarians constantly justify why being
one is perfectly normal and why not being is a sin. While non-vegetarians
constantly bully vegetarians saying we kill the plants like they kill animals.
It is food for God’s sake and just eat whatever you feel is appetizing! </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US">A place where
killing a fellow human being for war or their own purpose is perfectly alright.
Countries and a council that call punishing someone who shattered the lives of
people barbaric while they fail to think of how barbaric these assailants were!
Where fair talk is only a myth. Where religion of our choice has become a crime
while selling it or killing people who don’t want to follow that religion has
becomenormal. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US">This is a place
where accepting the fact that you love someone is always misused and taken
advantage of. When a man says a woman that he is love in with her or when a
woman says a man that she is in love with him, most of the times the other
person takes advantage of it. People love unambiguity even if it makes them
want to break their head. Where humans don’t respect each other, where they are
ready to slaughter their self-respect in the name of love. Where the beautiful
feeling called love is raped in to satisfy lust! </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This is a planet
where social media decides the beauty of a person. Where nothing is private and
nothing can be hidden from the outside world. Where I think I am constantly
monitored by a thousand eyes, scrutinizing every detail of my life because they
can. This is a world where I don’t have a place to hide in my own house. Where
mobile phones took over humans sitting opposite to us. Where you are constantly
expected to be available inspite of your shortcomings. A place where you have
to push your friends and loved ones aside to come up the ladder because
survival of the fittest! </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This is not the
world I know. This is not the world I used to live-in. In my world, there was
peace and there was love. There was no social media and I was not constantly
craving for likes and opinions to regain my self-esteem. I did not beg people
to stay in my life because I didn’t have to. They were not acting or playing
around for their benefits. They were them and I was me our world met at one
point where we met whenever we could. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Yours truly,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US">A Frustrated
Outcast!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US">P.S: Just in
case you are wondering, No, I am not available for research!</span></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-67856585448709090262015-09-09T13:25:00.002+05:302015-09-09T13:25:07.753+05:30The Rise and Fall of a Writer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What is the first thing that
comes to your mind when you hear or see Chetan Bhagat? A man who writes stuff
about IIT, things (not) to do in IIT, girls, boy issues, s**, s**, s**, and
more s** and beeeeeeeeppp. My best friend is not a reader. If you take him to a
bookstore he will carry your bags and stand in a corner with the security guard
but I saw him indulging himself in one of the books written by Chetan Bhagat.
It was The three mistakes of my life, I guess. I was just staring at him in
surprise. He told me that he is not reading the book per se, apparently he’s
read all the books written by Chetan Bhagat and he is just looking for the
erotic stuff in it. “This guy is great at emphasizing that” exactly what he
told me. There you go, a very good reason for a non-reader to read! Now, you
cannot deny the fact that most of you have read at least one book by him,
atleast glanced as you walked along the bookstore. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I am a member of Chetan’s
Bhagat’s Facebook page. I had liked the page many years ago. For the past few
months, whatever update this man posts all I see is hate comments. I like to
read the comments on a post it gives you a perspective on other’s perspective
(In other words, I must get a life that’s interesting). They ask him to stop
writing, stop judging dance shows, stop writing scripts. But what if the man
actually likes to do these things? While I agree that his books are not great
and well aware of the fact that we are in a democratic, free nation where we
can express what we feel, we do not have the rights to bash a person like this.
It all started when the writer meddled himself up with Aamir Khan for 3 idiots.
He changed his statement on and off mostly because I think he didn’t want to be
a part of any controversy. He then made a mistake of writing Revolution 2020 I
have absolutely no idea what he was thinking when he wrote it. It is a huge
disappointment. Now he’s written another book, “Making India Awesome” I don’t
know how it is and believe I will never know. When this update was posted on
his facebook page the hate comments started pouring in and when I noticed the
pattern it was normally based on the previous comments few people didn’t even
bother to change the words. They then ask him not to judge dance shows. Tell me
something, in India can you tell me one program where you can see a judge who
has in depth knowledge in what they are judging? Actors judge cookery shows,
they always win a crore in crorepati. Now the funniest part is that the same
actor who won a crore would have blabbered nonsense in another interview.
Suddenly when she entered the sets of crorepati she is enlightened with all the
knowledge in the world. How does that happen? But we don’t care about it we
still sit and watch these shows. Then a writer judges a dance show and all hell
breaks loose! What is wrong with you people? The writer personally wrote a
message saying these comments disturb him and I do understand how it feels to
be trashed on a forum like that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I like him. He changed Indian
writing and like I said he made non-readers read whatsoever the reason. He has
a good sense of humour and he respects women. I have respect for this man
because when most of the men of this generation stick their tail between their
legs and run behind their mothers this man stood up to the girl he loved and
married her. I have read his books. I liked the books one night at the call
center and 2 states. But will I read his books again? Now? No! Because they are
just not my pick. Plus, I like to see a writer evolve out of his first book. There
was a time when I saw 2 states on the stands I was the first to run and grab
it. Honestly, that was one of the happiest moments of my life. Will I do that
now? No! I wouldn’t risk investing my time or money on his books. I expect
quality and something that will make me feel refreshed. I don’t want IIT, love,
mess ups and s** everytime I read a book. I have moved on. But I won’t sham him
in public or post hate comments on his facebook page or anything of that sort.
I will simply not read his books.<o:p></o:p></div>
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All said and done, I think the
country will be a better place to live in if we have a reason behind the
hatred, if we think before we talk, if we don’t blindly follow a man’s word. You
like it or not, he’s set a trend and I can name authors whose books after
reading, I seriously considered writing to them asking for a refund followed
his footsteps only to fail miserably. Oh wait! They have a fan following too.
Their books scream “I want to be Chetan Bhagat too” through and through. Maybe
he doesn’t interest a set of people anymore. But there are folks who still love
him. I have written an e-mail to him appreciating him. In the e-mail I told him
that I want to be a writer someday. I got a response the next day itself and he
wished me luck for becoming a writer. I know writers who make a mockery of
those who want to be writers. “Everyone wants to be a writer these days”
exactly what they say. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I think this man deserves respect
more than anything else. You loved him once and now you hate him fine, but why
hate someone you don’t even know? Think! If you hate him for being civil you
are a moron. If you hate him because everybody else hates him, again, you are a
moron. If you think his job is to write and he cannot judge dance shows. Well,
then I think you should stick to your profession alone and not take up any other
activity even if you get paid for it because your job is to do what you are
doing now. If you do not prefer his books anymore, leave the book and the man
alone. More importantly, un-like his Facebook page and save your time! <o:p></o:p></div>
</div>
Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-30767427675564308552015-08-31T21:32:00.002+05:302015-08-31T21:32:53.250+05:30The man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I heard his muffled footsteps on
the staircase. He was coming to me, he was looking for me. I am controlling the
impulse to bolt the door because it’s important not be disturbed because I am
reading. I am reading my favourite novel, “The time traveller’s wife”. But here
he is standing infront of me with his huge belly. I would never prefer having a
man like that on my bed. He is drunk and clenching a cigarette carelessly in
between his lips. He shuffled closer to me I sat there looking at him steadily,
loathing my fate yet again for the 100<sup>th</sup> time that day. Oh no no, I
have not had 100 men in a day. That would tear me off, literally! He fell and I
smile at my own joke. The timing was impeccable. “What are you smiling at? You
slut” He asked. I smiled again. It only irritated him more. The smell of sweat
and alcohol filled my room. How I wish I could get rid of him. I sigh when he
almost fell over me and started kissing me on my lips, neck and everywhere
possible. The smell of him was disgusting. I wanted to puke but no, I need him,
I need the money and so I stay. I stay as his huge belly gets on top of me and
presses my body. I feel the heaviness and the pain. And there we were done. He
did not even remove my clothes and he was getting ready to leave. I lay there
on the bed the pain still not gone. A drop of tear rolling down my eyes as I
see the silhouette of the huge figure leave my room cussing how boring it was.
I laugh at my fate now, mostly at his words.</div>
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I have had all kinds of men the
ones who want me on the top, the ones who just want to play with me but not the
actual sex, the ones who would just ask me to strip and masturbate and then the
ones who would masturbate on me. I have had the kinds who just want to talk how
they would do me. I have had men who come but do nothing, they watch me remove
my clothes and want me to sit naked infront of them as they talk about life.
How I wish I had a man who would change this for me! I wonder if there would be
someone who would do this. I wish I had a man who would come to my room and
change the meaning of sex for me. Who would rid me of the pain and show me the
path to ecstasy, the elixir. Where do I go find a man like that? Now, I don’t
have the luxury to be choosy here. Afterall, it’s my living. Like the huge
bellied man called me, I am a slut. I sleep with men for a living. I take it
when they physically abuse me and pay me more. I take it when they hurt me and
pay me more. I have to act like I like it when they exploit my body and my
feelings because they pay me more! The house pays me more when I strip infront
of 100 men in the room. They bid on almost 500 women who stay in the house
making a living out of prostitution. Men still get to choose who they want to
be with. They have an upperhand in everything. They can hurt us and simply pay
more. And there is a part of the world that is screaming for equality while
there is another that is debating that we have already secured it. Funny isn’t
it? </div>
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Oh! I said I have had all kinds
of men, haven’t you started guessing my age yet? You wouldn’t! You are busy
concentrating on the indelicate parts of this narration. You are concentrating
on the words that would arouse you! Why do you care about the age of the woman
who is writing it? But I am still going to go ahead and tell you my age. I am
at the age where every woman craves to feel a man inside of her, where she is
curious to explore the parts of a man, to know what excites him, to know what
turns him on, to know what makes him moan. I am at the age where hot men turn
women on. Where women can make a man follow her like a puppy and make him dance
to her tunes! Actually, my mother says a woman is capable of doing anything.
How ignorant of her! In my world, men are capable of anything. They can make or
break my world. If they think I am boring, ugly, not interesting or
uncooperative I am out of the game. In my world, if I am quick, witty, and
brainy or have a mind of my own I am out of the game. Do you even know a world
like mine exist? </div>
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I did meet a man I fell in love
with. Oh! How stupid of me to fall in love? I must be mad to say things like
this. But I did fall in love. He had come to the house one day. He thought I
have beautiful deep dark eyes like the black hole. I don’t know what that
meant. But I liked the fact that he felt that there is something mysterious
about my eyes and he loved my long tresses. He said, he would love to hide
under the shelter of those long tresses. Oh well, he was flirting with me. Men
rarely flirt with me like this. It was subtle. I smiled and he smiled too. I
asked him what he liked to do and he said he just wanted to talk. Now, I have
come across such men too. <i>Oh! The chatting
type.</i> I tell him. He guffaws and holds my hand. <i>What do you want to do? </i>He asked. I looked at him surprised. He
returned the same surprised look. I smiled and said, ‘If you want to chat I
want to chat too, if you want to kiss, I can kiss, if you want me to remove...’
he placed his long, slender index finger on my lips and shook his head.</div>
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‘I asked what do <i>you</i> want to do?’ he smiled again and
held my hand. </div>
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<br /></div>
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My stomach lurched and I was
surprised by that question. Noone respected me as much! I have not met a man
like him. I told him that I want to talk too, that I want to know more about
him. He told me that he was a software Engineer who lived across the street and
that he sees me every evening sitting by the balcony reading books. ‘I love
books too. They are my companions. I have a huge library at home. You should
come see someday’ he said inspecting the room and the bookshelf sitting in one
corner. </div>
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‘Are you allowed to come out of
this dungeon?’ he asked looking around. </div>
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‘No. Although I wish there was a
way. I want to see this world’ I told him hoping against hope that he would
take me out of this place. </div>
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‘hmmm...The kite runner, And the
mountains echoed, The book thief, Kafka... wow! You’ve got quite some taste’ he
said running his slender, manly fingers through the spine of the books.</div>
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‘Why are you here?’ I asked
bluntly trying to tie my hair.</div>
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‘Don’t’ he signalled me to stop. ‘I
paid to spend this night with you and you are supposed to listen to me so don’t
tie your hair’ he said and I laughed. He came closer and my heart stopped for a
tiny second. He sat facing me looking at my face without blinking. Light brown
eyes, lengthy eye lashes, pink lips, sharp nose, a couple strands from his hair
dangled over his forehead, his broad shoulders and chest, he was very handsome
but... ‘Oh my God!’ I yelped as he came closer to kiss me.</div>
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‘What?’ he looked startled. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
‘You are gay, aren’t you?’ </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
‘what?’ he looked puzzled!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
‘You are gay!’ I asked holding
his shoulders only to see him laugh hysterically. He laughed for a good 5
minutes embarrassing me. I admired him.</div>
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‘You look gorgeous when you are
confused, do you know that?’ he asked moving a strand of hair from my cheeks. I
blushed and felt it. A man, the man who made me blush! He told me that he loved
to play with the codes, pages and pages of complex codes that are used to build
various products that is used in various places to do various things. He spoke
about his parents, his brother and his ex girlfriend. He told me how they broke
up and tears filled his eyes. I asked him what I could do to make him feel
better and he asked me to just sit with him, holding his hand. I did. He held
my hand tight and told me that he had a passion for music and his guitar was
his life but how much his father hated him playing guitar. He said he is a
rebel and showed me a tattoo that read “Freedom” He asked about me and what I
liked. He did not ask me how I ended up here or why. He asked me about my
family. We spoke about everything under the sky he liked most of the things I
did. The silence of the night, it’s darkness, the sky, the beautiful stars, the
rain and a hot cup of coffee. He told me that he loved long bike rides and that
he would take me on rides. How I wish!</div>
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He told me that he could paint
and showed me his paintings on his mobile phone. He showed a portrait of me
sitting in the balcony reading a book. He then showed many portraits of me
smiling, crying, waiting, anticipating the expressions on face differed from
one portrait to other. For a minute, I thought he was a magician. I was
astonished and ran out of words. ‘I look beautiful’ I smiled.</div>
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‘I started drawing you to pass my
time and then I think I eventually fell in love with you. Do you want to come
with me?’ he asked me casually tucking his phone in the back pocket of his
jeans. I laughed. I laughed and then I cried and laughed again. He looked
confused.</div>
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I knew I was falling in love with
him. How silly of me to fall in love with a normal person. He is from an upper
middle class family with a proper upbringing while I was pushed into this
business to beat poverty. I lost my parents to fate and famine. I lost myself
here and now I am losing myself to him. As night fell and dawn set in. He pulled
me closer and kissed my lips that many men have kissed a million times. But
this kiss felt different. This kiss had passion, longing and...love in it. Was
this even happening? I tried to wake up but no I was awake. I heard the door being
knocked. We looked at the door. It was time for him to leave. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
‘Will you come with me?’ he asked
me holding my hands.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
‘I am...you know who I am!’ I
said my tears brimming my eyes.</div>
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‘I do and I want you to be with
me, as my wife! I am sure about this.’ He said and the knock at the door became
louder.</div>
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‘I belong here not with you. Your
family will not accept me. I don’t even know you.’ I cried trying to smile.</div>
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‘You don’t belong here and I know
it. You know it too. Let’s talk as individuals first! Come with me! I promise
you. I can give you a better life!’ he pleaded. I ran and opened the door.</div>
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He stood there breathing heavily.
I was not sure if it was anger or sadness. He looked me in the eyes as I lowered
my gaze to the floor. ‘I will come back’ he said as he left the room. I shut
the door immediately. My heart racing him to follow him like a puppy, my mind
asking me to calm down I stood there torn apart hoping he would come again. I
ran to the balcony and saw him leaving the house as he turned to see me I
looked at him. He smiled and waved to him. I smiled. I will come back he
mouthed. I was not sure if he will come back but I knew he fulfilled my wish. I
finally met the man! </div>
</div>
Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-71801694917395806742015-08-24T12:22:00.002+05:302015-08-24T12:22:44.702+05:30I am OLD and Single!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I chose “old” and single as a
topic because in a country like ours, being in late 20s is old unless you are
Rahul Gandhi and being single when you are old is a sin even Rahul Gandhi was
not spared (I am glad!) The potential problems we lot face is just
unexplainable (I have come to fall in love with the word potential because of
my old manager. That’s for another day). The older generation cannot understand
why I am still single when I am already too “old” to bear children? Why I am hanging
out with so many men late at night when I should be hanging out with my husband?
Why I plan on solo travelling and other crazy things when I should actually be
running behind my kids and taking care of my husband. Then comes our generation
who thinks that best friend I am going out with or tag on facebook is a
boyfriend of mine. That I should keep an open mind and many such annoying
things.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Here’s a fact, I don’t want to be
single and I don’t want to compromise either. It’s complicated; deal with it or
how about <i>“It’s none of your fucking
business”</i>. So here I am sitting and hatching eggs while the right person
comes along (or got hit by a truck). Growing old as I stay single has its side
effects. I am losing my mojo! I have lost interest in flirting or should I say
lame flirting? This is how my flirting sessions go -<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Hi!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Hi!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>What’s up? <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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This one throws me off; call me old fashioned or an idiot but this question
is really vague in all sense. What’s up? Ceiling, sky, fan, light and many
things (I am letting your imagination work here) but seriously, what’s up? I
blink for a good 5 mins and type –<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘Nothing much. Going on’ I asked some of my good friends who understand
my dumbness on what I should reply to what’s up? They said I can tell how my
life is and how things are going on in general. So ok, my answer is
appropriate. Then –<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>How are you?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I thought I just said what’s up!
<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Yes but how are you?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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OK, I cannot handle this. I stop responding. I honestly feel I am not
made for small talks. If, what’s up and how are you and howdy are the same why
are you asking them in 3 different ways? Clearly, you don’t know how to take a
conversation or I don’t know how to answer the same question in 3 different
ways. Sometimes when I am too bored or in a good mood, I take control and ask
about their interests most of the times it is uninteresting (Watching TV or
internet – that’s vague (again)) or something vague (again and again!) Plus,
watching TV or internet is not an interest! So anyway, few of my friends ask me
to be less of an ass so I pick watching TV and ask about movies and series I
watch. Most of the times, they have no idea what I am talking about (and they
call themselves a book worm or a movie buff!). So to bridge the difference, I
again let them take the lead and they come up with, “So what are you doing?” <i>Well, I am doing a lot of things now but
mostly stuck with you and looking for ways to get rid of you</i>. I stop
replying and conveniently move the person to my friend’s zone. Honestly, in my defense,
I will not get offended if the man does the same to me, to each his own. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then there is this matrimonial site. For 7 years now, I am not able to
solve the mystery of what traditional with a modern bend or down to earth yet
open minded mean. How are down to earth and open-minded related? In between,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Hello, men! You are annoyed with
us giving preferences. I would like to tell you that we are super annoyed with
your vague statements like above and Height – 5 feet 2 inches to 5 feet 5
inches, weight – 50 -65 Kgs, Job – Must, should have completed MBA or hold a
Master degree (frankly, I would prefer holding something else (pardon my
perverted mind!)) Should be willing to contribute to my housing loan (So you
couldn’t take another loan to pay your housing loan and decided to get married)
now what are these? Are they not preferences? Oh right, you are men! I forgot.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I have had matrimonial requests from men who are 56, beat that. That
was when my mother decided to delete my profile from the site (Thank God! You
proved your existence. Finally!) Then there are these utterly shameless men who
always think that I am single so obviously assume that I am easy and available.
And then I have deal with men at work and everywhere else who always see me as
a prospective bride or again naturally assume that I am available for sex. I
tried an experiment and told these men that I am committed and they all stopped
talking to me (speak of decent men and friendship, meh!).<o:p></o:p></div>
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To all those useless people who asked me to try the dating sites. I am
sure you would have used those too and I tried it too because friends! So now
that I have tried and tested it, I want to ask these people who use it only one
innocent question, “Seriously, have you ever considered getting a fucking life?”
Let me break the bubble for you, you are not going to meet your soulmate there,
you are not going to meet a decent soul there forget soulmate (If I have hurt your
feelings, I deeply apologize but screw these dating sites and go do something
useful!) I came across so many sex-deprived men there. I couldn’t handle for
more than 2 hours.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, here are the facts out on the table. I have laid it off neatly for
you to know. I am going through a lot as a woman who is single at this age. I
am love deprived and sometimes (read all the time) crave for a man who will be
by my side thinking of ways to put up with my craziness and love me for what I
am (I am assuming he did not get aborted in the womb, that will make me sad and
put in depression for the rest of my life. But you get the point and I will try
to be an optimist.). I don’t want him to see me as a bank that will pay his
personal loan or someone who will serve his parents or someone who will be that
traditional Indian bahu! I just cannot be! And I can be old and single and
crazy but I cannot be old and married and boring. I will break the wedding and
ask the man to fuck off because I have very low tolerance, wait… no tolerance
at all to bullshit and boredom. So I am asking you nicely to mind your business
and I am very rarely nice in this regard!</div>
</div>
Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-8137457719767080822015-07-26T13:47:00.001+05:302015-07-26T13:47:39.118+05:30What happens if I am going to die in a year? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am superstitious. Ummm.. well, I
am basically cat on the wall. There was a time when I didn’t believe in these
things and then came a time where I was forced to believe in superstition
because the incidents that happened in my life made me believe it. Whenever
someone tells me that they want to die or wonder how it is to die I ask them to
shut up. I think it shouldn’t be told because you never know. There have been
times when I think what if I die tomorrow? How will my friends react to it? Will
the person I am dating right now think he missed someone awesome in life or
will he be relieved? Will he start dating another girl immediately? (If he does
I will haunt him as a ghost) You know... Stuff like that. Anyway, stop judging
me now and read on.</div>
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So, if I had only a year to die
what will I do? What will anybody do? Try to fulfil all their wishes, tick everything
on their wishlist. I am sure they will get all emotional and cry. I know I will
do that too. Actually I will cry so much and rant so much that my friends would
wish they could die before me. But I don’t want to get too mushy! Once I complained my best friend that he never
asks me about my life. He told me, “All I had to do is say a “hi” and the
entire set of events that happened in the time we didn’t talk will be infront
of me. Thankfully you don’t know about your past birth otherwise I cannot
imagine my pathetic situation” When I am going to die he cannot complain
because I am good at blackmailing and emotionally torturing people. So here is
my golden opportunity. I will torture him everyday (which I already do. But it
will be a privilege to), every minute of the time I have to live <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span></div>
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I will hitchhike to Ladakh, Sikkim
and Kashmir with my pretty, loveliest girlfriend who asked me to write this
topic. (Disclaimer: I am not a lesbian and I can vouch for her as well). I
might probably get my lazy ass out of the couch and start writing my novel and
get it published. Then throw it on the face of everyone who criticized me and
the way I write, like choke on my novel! I will use my sorry state to gain
sympathy and meet all my favourite people in the planet. OK, before that I will
make all my friends fly down to Chennai and spend a weekend with me. I have few
hot friends who are single in both genders so they can find their matches in
the get together. How benevolent of me!! (Now I know you guys wish I die! I won’t!)
So then I will publish a message on social media sites for Benedict Cumberbatch
and Jensen Ackles saying I have only a year to die and would love to meet them
and spend a day with them <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span>
I am sure it will work!! :D </div>
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I am selfish and if I am going to
die in a year I will take all the money I have saved so far and spend them on
travel. I will get dead drunk and call all the assholes I have met in my life
one after another. I will use the choicest abuses to scold them and probably
the entire generation for creating a disgrace like the assholes. I will go on a
bike ride to some far away land with my favourite person where its’s only me
and him and our feelings. I will ask people to speak the truth at least now
because I am going to die and I don’t want them to speak stuff over my grave.
Sadly, I won’t have a grave and I have donated my organs. Chances are that, I
might not be able to hear you. Trust me, if you don’t say it when I am alive
and even think of it when I am dead I will come and haunt you in your sleep! </div>
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As I write this, I think knowing
that you will die after a year is not such a bad thing (kidding). I can get my
friends to stop reminding me how demanding, stubborn and annoying I could be at
times. I can make them be with me when I don’t want to let them go. I can meet
Benedict Cumberbatch (What an optimist I am!) and basically get everything I
want and make people smile because no matter, what a pain in ass I am I know my
friends will miss me badly after I die. Afterall, who can talk for hours
together and not bore you? :P Though I wish it never happens and you all have
to put up with me for years to come. I love your faces when you are irritated
with me! :P</div>
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<i>But I have promises to
keep,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And miles to go before
I sleep,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And miles to go before
I sleep.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Frost<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-20646022773868828732015-07-21T20:54:00.000+05:302015-07-21T20:54:00.830+05:30The answers my love!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>A love built
on trust and hope</i></div>
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<i>You and me
in a cloud of dreams</i></div>
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<i>I hold your
hand and grin ear to ear</i></div>
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<i>A feeling of
conquering the world</i></div>
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<i>I am in
love, to the world I scream</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i>Your little
lies, your hidden love</i></div>
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<i>You joke
around, I catch you long</i></div>
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<i>To be with
me and feel my love</i></div>
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<i>Blithe and
mirthful I tell you how</i></div>
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<i>It isn't so
hard to read my own mind</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i>It's you and
me in a cloud of dreams</i></div>
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<i>I read your
mind and your love for me</i></div>
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<i>You ask me
how, I was careful you say</i></div>
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<i>I chuckle
playfully, you wince defeated</i></div>
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<i>You would
have left me dying in pain</i></div>
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<i>You wouldn’t
be around if otherwise</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i>But here you
are looking for answers</i></div>
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<i>The answers
you already know</i></div>
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<i>Stop waiting
for it is going to be in vain</i></div>
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<i>I have
stolen your heart and locked in a box</i></div>
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<i>A box I have
locked in my heart</i></div>
<br />
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<i>My heart to
which you are the key</i></div>
</div>
Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-67478678883858931442015-07-20T21:11:00.003+05:302015-07-20T21:12:13.368+05:30A letter to my love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear love,<br />
<br /></div>
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I have been meaning to write to
you for quite sometime. I apologize for ignoring you every now and then while I
was caught up with various other things that were unimportant yet seemed so
important at that moment. I remember you sitting in a corner yearning for me to
come back to you, to hold you in my hand, to relieve you from the hold of the
mark. The first time we met it was a small library at the end of my locality.
The smell of old papers was so addictive. I sat there every evening travelling
from one world to another, knowing great people to those who did not exist but I
lived among them watching them laugh and cry, break hearts and conquer the
world. I felt empty when you weren’t around me. Such is our relationship. We
have come a long way from what we used to be. It is not easy to leave you
behind for the guilt with kill me and separation will rip my soul apart. </div>
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<br /></div>
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When I was returning home today I
decided that it is going to be just you and me. I will spend all the time I
have with you – Just you and me in a room, the lamp, the glasses, the
artificial cooling and the words. I did. I have already spent 3 hours with you
and the world seems so surreal now. When our eyes locked the world was
oblivious. You seduce and take me to places so deep and dark, profound and
enlightening. You taught me how to love and play with words. You taught me how
to write in a way that will make people fall in love with my words. Everything seems
to heal the moment I reach home and take you in my hand. </div>
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When you are with me I walk on a
thin line which I always slip and fall into a world so magnificent. I meet
different people and get to know about the lives they lived. When my friends
tell me that I am an Alice in wonderland I blame you because you were the one
who taught me about fairylands. I want to have a huge room filled with you. To
float in your scent, to swim in your words, to travel worlds with you and get
lost in your tales , to cherish your presence and feel ecstatic every minute
will be a dream come true. </div>
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<br /></div>
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You are a part of my life. You
are a part of me. I am what I am today because of you. I make new friends
because of you. I talk to the men I like because I know you. No matter where I
go, I will always come back to you. You never make me feel alone and you always
make me feel special and eternally grateful to you for that. I love you and I
will never stop loving you.</div>
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<br /></div>
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From,</div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
A person who is doped in your
love and never wants to recover!</div>
</div>
Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-70788037063519316852015-07-19T13:54:00.004+05:302015-07-19T13:54:44.460+05:30A tale with the stars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Constellation, Shooting stars,
star wars, starship troopers, The fault in our stars these are few things that
comes to my mind when I think of stars. I am not much of a star gazer, umm I am
modifying that statement a bit, I am not a star gazer. I don’t care they exist
just like they don’t care I do or maybe they do. I love the moon though. I
stand in my terrace and stare at the moon for hours. Coming back to stars
because I am determined to talk about them today, aren’t they cute little,
shiny things in the sky. They are like these stones in a dress, diamonds in a
necklace. They remind me that no matter how dark the times are one should not
lose their glitter for that’s who they are! The first time when I read about
constellation I was eager to connect the stars and see the kite and the polar
bear. I dragged my mom up to the terrace and we connected the stars. I did that
every night afterwards until I got bored which was pretty quickly.</div>
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I had a best friend in school. I
am horrible at staying in touch with people so obviously we are not in touch anymore.
But when we were the closest, thickest friend in the planet she tells me, <i>“look at the star and make a wish, if it
shines brighter your wish will be granted” </i>(I always tell her that’s BS)
She is a girl who believed in fairy tales, wonderland and many such things.
Eventually we started believing in them together. I still believe in those not
sure about her though. They say marriage changes a person. Nevermind, back to
those shiny little ones.</div>
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So, I had a huge crush on this guy at school. We
Kept looking at each other at every given chance. We align our desks in a way
that we can look at each other whenever we want to. It was pretty obvious that
he was interested in me. Everytime he saw me my heart would skip more than 10
beats (I am not exaggerating), it thumps out like they show in these cartoons.
Oh! The butterflies in my stomach flutter their wings and fly up to my throat
making me feel funny. But I loved the way it made me feel. Now, I realise its
dopamine, meh! Nevertheless, it was a beautiful feeling then. </div>
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<br /></div>
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So, after 3 months of continuous
staring sessions he picked the courage to come and talk to me. He called me for
a chat near a park at my locality. We didn’t have coffee shops then and the
kids didn’t carry a lot of money (atleast we didn’t). He told me to come after
sunset. It made me suspicious but anyway I went (You know girls!) The park was
situated surrounding a water tank that supplies water to the entire town. It
was quite higher than the ground level. When we went upto the tank the wind
blew stronger and we sat next to each other at a comfortable distance. Silence
filled the air and thickened with every passing minute. ‘I love this place’ he
said finally. I smiled at him. He had beautiful skin, his glasses shined from
the street lights, the long eyebrows and calm brown eyes, wind ruffled its
fingers through his thick, straight hair. I was in love and I wouldn’t have
cared even if he said that he loved the gutter or my chemistry teacher (Oh! I
detested that wretch). I would have still smiled. I realised after few seconds
that we were just plainly looking at each other. ‘Why?’ I asked as I stumbled
over my own words. ‘Well, because it is quiet, lonely and you see..’ he pointed
towards the sky. ‘those little glittery things in the sky?’ He laid over the
cement surface of the tank still looking at the sky, ‘I love to see them for
hours and hours’ Silence again. I just looked at the sky for a brief minute and
looked at him again. It wasn’t easy to keep my eyes off him.</div>
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‘What’s with them?’ I asked.</div>
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‘Aren’t they celestial?’ he
smiled. ‘Look...’ he pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around my shoulder
like he’s known me for years. I was only a breath away from him. My heart jumped
and sat infront of me, gathered it’s legs and wrapped it’s arm around it and
batted it’s eyes. I calmed my breath down as he continued, ‘See that big bright
star right there?’ he asked pointing at a star that was bigger than the rest.
‘That’s my brother’ He said. </div>
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‘What?’ I guffawed bewildered. There
was silence long enough to make me feel like an idiot. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
‘Well, he passed away a couple of
years back. So one day I was sitting right here crying, missing him. This one
shined brighter than the others. I thought he was communicating to me. That’s
him!’ He broke the silence again. His eyes were moist. I leaned on his
shoulder.</div>
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<br /></div>
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‘Look, there is a smaller star
right next to your brother. Looks like, he found a girlfriend too! Say hi!’ I
said after sometime. I was in heaven! He laughed and his eyes shined brighter
than the stars. </div>
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Among various things that this
amazing guy taught me he told me that the people who leave us, whom we cannot
be with anymore are in the form of stars. They shine brighter everytime we miss
them. They don’t die, they simply become stars. Otherwise, I don’t care they
exist! </div>
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Keep glittering! Live on <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-56402307116935976752015-07-06T15:42:00.002+05:302015-07-06T15:42:43.713+05:30Before and After<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>The sweet whispers</i></div>
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<i>The sensuous kisses</i></div>
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<i>Your unconditional love</i></div>
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<i>A diary full of broken stories</i></div>
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<i>An incomplete poem</i></div>
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<i>A page smudged of tears</i></div>
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<i>A chapter of us together</i></div>
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<i>I wish it strolled for pages</i></div>
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<i>But here it ends, here it ends</i></div>
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<i>Coz you didn't break my heart</i></div>
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<i>But ripped my soul!</i></div>
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<i>You didn't break the promises</i></div>
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<i>But tore who I am</i></div>
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<i>Now, there is a before and after to me</i></div>
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<i>The before died and the after dying</i></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-78412393461121307712015-07-03T10:51:00.003+05:302015-07-03T11:11:13.783+05:30To the dog lovers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Disclaimer: An incident that
happened this morning made me write this blog. An old lady was chased by a lab
while the owner kept saying he (the dog) won’t do anything. The old woman was
afraid anyway and I understand her. With that being said, this blog is blunt
and rude. Read at your own expense and don’t blame me for hurting your little
dog-loving heart. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Hello Dog Lovers,<o:p></o:p></div>
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For years now, you have been
tormenting us with your “If you hate my dog, I hate you” posts. But I don’t
really think a strong message has been conveyed from us non-dog-lovers that
says, “Hey! we are cool with you hating us for not understanding your dog!” I
thought of giving our perspective (piece of mind) to you all so you can
understand how the other side of the river is. There are reasons why we don’t
prefer your precious four legged beings around us. To list a few:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> 1) We
like dogs too but when they are maintaining a considerable amount of distance. We
think they are adorable and cute from a distance and respect our private zone!</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">2)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Licking,
snuggling, cajoling – we do that with humans. We simply don’t understand why we
have to let your dogs snuggle/lick us because we should stay in your house or
need your friendship.</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">3)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Being
licked by a dog is disgusting. Period!</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">4)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">We
don’t and won’t share our bed with four legged creatures because we don’t like
it. We like to sleep with pillows and humans around us. You have a problem go
sleep in the dog basket with your dog.</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">5)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">It’s
a dog. “It” is a dog! So stop forcing us to call it her, him, baby, darling,
ninnu, neeno, whatever and no we won’t see it as a human being because our
brain cannot function that way. You have a problem deal with it!</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">6)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Dog
hair in food, couch, bed or my hair, your hair, not cool! OK, your hair, your
wish. We will give you that too much.</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">7)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Pug,
Lab, german shepherd, this, that, blah and blah. We see it as dogs. Tiny dog,
lengthy dog, tall dog, grumpy dog. Stop looking at us like we are illiterates
or you can we don’t care. We still won’t learn the dog breeds. They all look
the same!</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">8)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">If
your dog is running towards us, we WILL DEFINITELY run. We are glad our survival
instincts are intact. So you better tie it if you want us home. Don’t let it
run towards us and ask us to deal with it or live with your dog and leave us
alone.</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">9)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I
won’t share my food with your dog. Period!</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">10)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Dogs
have ticks. They do and they spread lyme disease. I am not going through all
that because of your dog. I am paranoid and I would like that to be respected.
Just like how you expect me to respect your feelings towards your dog.</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">11)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Please
don’t let your dog loose where people are walking, old people and kids and let
them sniff around. Maybe you are proud of your dog sniffing around strangers
but dude! We see them as monsters and why is it so difficult for you to
understand that?</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">12)</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Dogs
howling are absolutely not cute! It is annoying. It doesn’t bark sweetly it
gives us a headache, it is LOUD!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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I used to love dogs, hug them,
play with them when I used to be a kid but then there was a time when the dog
went mad and almost bit me. Maybe dogs have mood swings too and hormonal issues
for all I know. I don’t care anymore. But after this incident and many
incidents of dog chasing me I started getting averted towards them. They are
cute and all that but no! They scare me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It would be nice if you stop being
barbaric and understand that there is a world where there are people who are
scared of dogs for various reasons; there are people with different
perspectives and preferences. So stop being an ass with us. It would be nice to
understand us first before asking us to understand your four-legged creature
and your love for them. In our defence, we understand your love for it but we
just don’t want you to force it on us. It has to happen and trust me it will
never happen. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, if you need respect please
learn to prioritize and keep the human love and dog love separately. If you are
going to insult us if we ask you to tie your dog when we are around or keep
them away from us we will leave! Because just like how you don’t understand why
we don’t like them, we don’t understand why you cannot be understanding!<o:p></o:p><br />
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From,<br />
A non-dog-lover who seeks respect!</div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-1172037428397118862015-06-28T14:15:00.004+05:302015-06-28T14:15:53.653+05:30My Kind of Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">As I sit here at
the coffee shop at my favourite mall. I see screaming infants, whining kids,
happy kids, angry kids and mothers consoling them, distracting them, cajoling
them. I then see a mother feeding her baby a bowl of farex. She is telling him stories
just like my mother would have told me when I was a baby. I see husbands
walking ahead of their wives and the wives running behind to catch up with
them. I see couple walking together leaving their mother behind. She stands
near the escalator afraid to get on it but the couple is already in the 1<sup>st</sup>
floor. The chuda on the girl’s hands say that they are newly married. Why would
the mother accompany them if they are newly married? Why should they bring
their mother if they are not going to take care of her? Wouldn’t it be easier
for them if they had told their mother that they want to be left alone.
Wouldn’t it be easier for the mother if she understood or rather independent? I
see a bunch of girls an<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>d boys sitting next to me. They
are probably school kids, girls trying to impress the boys and boys trying the
same. They laugh and giggle. They exchange secrets, whispering into each
other’s ears. I see lovers. I see a couple opposite my table; I can say they
are on a date. The girl is all decked up and the guy was trying to keep it
cool. They were smiling and blushing; trying hard to keep the conversation
going, trying hard to impress each other. I see people. Everyone trying hard to
hold on to what they love, what they want and then I wonder why? Because if
they love you, you don’t have the hold on, if you love them, you won’t feel
insecure.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> I don’t know if love needs impressing. I don’t
know if dates are my thing. I am not sure how I would feel with the man I love
around me. I might feel a bit nervous and mighty secure or atleast that’s how I
want to feel. I wonder how it would feel when the man I am in love with holds
my hand and kisses me. Will my heart jump out of the rib? Will I sweat because
I am nervous? I will close my eyes and hold him tight and closer so he wouldn’t
disappear or if he is melting I would know. I want to melt in his eyes. Will I
look into his eyes or shy away and look at the ground? A love that doesn’t
require efforts, someone I know for years. Someone who can understand my
silence and tears, someone who can fix me after a long, tiring day, who’s arms I
can melt into, with whom I can be myself. Who doesn’t notice my flaws and makes
a big deal out of it. Who understands I am a mess most of the time and learns
to wrap pieces of me I would leave everywhere because I am hurt, happy, excited
or dying in bits. Someone who understands, someone who will be there and near
my heart even if he is miles away. His voice should be my sunshine. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">That’s the type
of love I yearn for, not the type of love that makes me nervous because I don’t
know if he likes me. I don’t want to feel apprehensive because I am unsure what
he is thinking when I have a mess on my plate or because I am holding the fork
in the wrong hand. I don’t want to wait for him to tell me that he likes me. I
should just know without him telling me. A love where we fight for each other
and not fight for what we want as individuals. A love that will not
demand.Where we will put us ahead of us. A love that is not so draining and
exhaustive. A love where I am not constantly thinking how to make him talk to
me.A love that understands if we don’t talk for a day and not a love that would
fight for not giving time for each other.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A love so
surreal, a love so magical.A love that doesn’t require make up, but accepts the
flaws.A love that should let me fly and not weigh me down. That’s my definition
of love. That’s the type of love one must have.</span></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-66279417846044078042015-06-18T18:26:00.002+05:302015-06-18T18:26:14.217+05:30Gliding Towards 30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I reach my 30s which I am sure
is going to be as beautiful as my twenties I cannot stop but look back and see
how much I have changed. Every heartbreak, tears, pain and hurt led me to
exactly the person I am today. I am an introvert and come as a very rude person.
I still am an introvert and that hasn’t changed. But the rude quotient has
reduced. I guess! Life has changed for good. I learnt to live without the
things I have craved, longed, yearned. I understood that people are not going
to stay in our life and it’s ok. I also found that those who belong to your
life will eventually come back. My aunt is like my second mother. Being an
introvert and a single daughter I had issues making friends. I still don’t have
a vast group of friends and I am soul that walks around with trust issues. This
woman is someone I would trust with my life. I run out of words everytime I try
to tell someone how much she means to me and the love I have for her. Few years
back, we had a fight and I hurt her. I knew I was right and I would still stick
to it. Hell! I would stick to my entire life but she couldn’t take the hurt. We
stopped talking. She was out of my life for years. I didn’t bother. No, that
would be a lie. I did miss her. Every now and then, I used to wish she was
around but I always stand by what is right so I let her go. Last year, we made
amends. Now we are back to the same old happy aunt and niece. I tell her
everything about my life and she tells me about hers. She came back because she
belonged to my life. I made no effort. </div>
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I made peace with my past. What’s
done is done. Thinking that if I had done it otherwise is not going to help. I
learn from my mistakes and move on. I guess that’s life. You don’t get a second
chance but you always get a chance to change yourself and straighten your
mistakes. </div>
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Advices are always free. People
give me so many advices on how I can find a man for myself. The fact is that I
don’t care that I don’t have a man in my life(I am not a lesbian). I have
better things to do than to flirt with a stranger on a dating site. When the time’s
right I am sure I will meet my prince charming it can happen even tomorrow, who
knows? I understood that the idiots who tell me that I have no direction when
it comes to love life are losers. </div>
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Those who show off like they are
the happiest people in the planet are the most sorrowful souls. They are “showing
off”. I stopped paying attention to what these people tell me. It could be
about their life or a valuable piece of advice (according to them) to me. I don’t
listen to them anymore because clearly they should sort out their life first. </div>
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People hate you when you tell
them the truth. They also hate you when you are happier than them. For years, I
have been thinking that there is something wrong with me because of which many
of them in my life left. I eventually understood that they cannot handle me or
my attitude. I like to be independent. I like to be happy even if the world is
crashing down because I am going to be 30 even before I could realize. It is
not going to long before I turn 40 so waste a day or an hour being unhappy or spending
time with negative people. So I chuck them out of my life. It helps because
what matters at the end of the day is not the number of friends you have but
the ones that would like to see you grow and smile.</div>
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Interests change. For the past 3
years, I have written a lot. But I don’t feel the need anymore. I don’t feel
the need to publish everything that I want to write on a blog because when I go
through what I have written so far there is a load of shit. There is no
competition here and they are not distributing awards. Even if they are, I am
not participating. These days I stick to my journal. I like to keep it personal
and close to my heart. I feel bad about not publishing a blog frequently but I
would trade the immense pressure I feel when I don’t write with this. These
days I am doodling a lot. I draw a lot and cook too much. I cook my own lunch
and dinner. I spend more time with my family. It might sound stupid but when
you want to be something the universe will conspire so if it is my destiny that
I will become a writer someday. I will. I don’t need a blog for that all I need
is a good plot and a publisher who will like it. </div>
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Today as I rode the streets in
the rain I was immensely happy. I didn’t have the reason. I was enjoying the
climate and the ride. Late 20s has taught me to love life with the
imperfections and without the people and things that I thought I cannot live
without. It has given me contentment. I can’t wait to grow older!</div>
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I am in a relationship with
myself and I cannot stop falling in love with me everyday <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-64331550217568350342015-06-08T15:56:00.003+05:302015-06-08T15:56:56.734+05:30Inspiration<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So this is the third word document
I have opened to type something and I still don’t have anything going on in my
head. I don’t know what to write and it aches. Every cell of my body aches to
know what I was really good at once is slowly going away from me. I was going
through the Humans of New York blog today and I read a story by a woman who
wants to be in musical theater and auditions a lot. She tried to satisfy her
parents and started working more than auditioning. Now she is afraid that she
is changing, falling into the routines that she is happy with but is not really
very all that exciting. When I read that I thought maybe I am falling into
something like that. I have typed a para or so in almost 3 documents so far and
everytime I reached 200 or 250 words I lost interest in writing any
further. I don’t think it is writer’s
block I think it is laziness and lack of interest. I am pretty happy with my
monotonous life and don’t care about changing it. Just becoming the typical IT
professional I have been telling others not to be. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then I thought maybe this is only
a phase in life but you know what? I have been thinking this from the beginning
of this year. Laziness has caught up with me. Once someone I know asked my age
and I told him. He said, “Whoa! You are old!” Apparently, he was flirting with
me and when he wanted to take it to the next level he was taken aback to know
that I am 4 years elder to him. I am in my late 20s and if that is old! I don’t
know what to say. Infact I was a little sad that I am maybe “old”. Then I met
this old man who came to deliver a courier to my house. He delivered the
courier and asked for some water. I asked his age out of curiosity and he told
me that he is 75 years old and he is delivering couriers because he doesn’t
want to sit idle at home and depend on his son. Then I read an article about
Ritu Kumar, the owner of a famous clothes brand store and learnt she is 72
years old. I then met this man who is 65 years old and runs a 45 Km marathon. I
also heard that he is the fastest running man in the entire running group. I
saw my own mother making paintings and selling them online. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I always want to be a fashion
designer, have my own brand but till today I don’t know to stitch a straight
line. I have a sewing machine though but I don’t bother stitching. I meet many
people who want to do many things just like me but they don’t because they are
busy tangled in the routine. In the ifs and buts they make in their brain. I
remember telling one of my friends that writing is like meditation to me. When
I write my brain shuts out the world. It doesn’t allow me to think the things
that I don’t want to think yet go over and over in my brain, it helps me
concentrate. Today I am struggling to do what I love because I let life take
control over me. So maybe we should breakfree, maybe sometimes we should force
ourselves to do the things we once enjoyed because slowly and secretly life is
taking control over you and engulfing the person that you used to be. Fight
life and decide your path. Don’t let life choose it for you because if people
who have crossed 60 years can do it we are too young to give up and take the
course that life chooses for us. Inspirations are always round the corner we
just need those special pair of eyes to see them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-30505033045412149582015-05-25T16:37:00.002+05:302015-05-25T16:37:47.629+05:30Being Single (sinful)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My birthday just went by and made
it official I have grown old and still unmarried and irresponsible and
absolutely hopeless (according to others, in my version I am always awesome!). I
am still unsure of what I want to do with my life. One day I want to become a
zumba trainer, a writer the next and maybe a fashion designer another day
because hey! It is never too late for anything! My parents don’t care what I
want to become as long as I don’t rant to them about what is happening with my
life. But right now I know they have an urgent need of seeing me as a wife of
someone. But they absolutely understand and never force the idea of marriage
into my head. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now, my relatives, I don’t know
they existed until I grew “old” they are extremely concerned that I am not
married. I am a product consultant at a very reputed IT company and needless to
say IT, consultant and MBA mean big money. I can take care of myself and my family
and my relatives family too if they want me too. I am not bragging here but I
am just trying to make a point that I am well settled. So this uncle of mine
says I should compromise on my needs. I asked what type of compromise. He said
you should not expect a good looking guy. I asked why and he stated the
obvious, looks fade. Blah! Right, but I am not interested in having a man who
is bulky and has a super big tummy that bloats infront of him as he walks or
imagine having ahem.. sex.. with him.. yuck! Plainly disgusting. Let’s not even
think about it. But ok, he wants me to compromise on the looks because I am
growing old. I should not expect the guy to be independent. Yea, no error
there. You see, there was an alliance and the son’s father wants me to financially
support his son because he has a housing loan and I have to contribute towards
it. First of all, this was a criteria the old man brought up while speaking a
marriage alliance. He had the audacity to say my mother, that her daughter
should work even if she wants to quit her job because his son is in debt.
Speaking of pandavas betting their wife our men might still do it! So my uncle
said he does it for our future. But shouldn’t that decision be made by both of
us rather than I get married to him and start contributing for his loan from
day 1. So this old man, did not think that I am the only daughter of my parents
and maybe I would like to support my parents after wedding! But hey! I am a
woman and men decide what a woman should do. So basically, I have my relatives
asking me to compromise over my needs and settle for something lesser,
something I don’t deserve because I am too old to lay conditions. But the same
relatives don’t want to compromise on the needs of their children because they
deserve better. Hypocrites!?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I then have these annoying
friends who will not stop suggesting that I start looking for men on dating
websites. That I should start seeing new people, I should try out relationships
and I could get involved casually. Then there are men who assume that I might
have sexual needs and start suggestive conversations with me. Then there are
these useless people who are of my age and travel in the same boat as I do but
just not as composed as you go around bragging about a dating life that don’t
exist. <o:p></o:p></div>
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To all these idiots, maybe I
enjoy being single. I might remain unmarried for the rest of my life I am sure
it is not going to affect your life in anyway or maybe I might actually find
the type of person I am looking for. Maybe I am not wise, intelligent, clever
or however you want to call it. But I am happy, contended and having fun with
my life. I am doing what I want to do and I am not afraid of the consequences
because I take risks and I don’t regret. Maybe you should stop compromising and
start living. Maybe you will end up being happy like me. Maybe you will find
love someday.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-55826354702119810782015-04-17T19:17:00.000+05:302015-04-17T19:17:01.448+05:30Beautiful?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I saw this ad by dove and I am
totally in love with it. Beautiful is a great word they say in the ad. But
everyone chose to walk through the average door. I am sure I would have walked
right through the average door too. But what is beautiful? The way you look?
The way you tie your hair? Iron it, curl it, tie it up or let it loose. Is that
beautiful? Your nose, your eyes? That cute yellow dress you wear? What defines
beauty? </div>
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DdM-4siaQw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DdM-4siaQw</a></div>
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Beautiful is a beautiful mind
although it sounds extremely clichéd. It is the mind. The way you look at
things that the glass is not half empty but half full, appreciating the little
things in life although there are a lot of things that makes it insanely
imperfect and annoying. It is living life like there is no tomorrow, learning
to let go of things and people when you know they are not going to bring you
any happiness. It is speaking your mind and going up to the person you love and
tell him that he is slowly turning your life beautiful and this world a better
place to live in because of him. Beautiful is realizing your dreams and where
your heart lies, listening to it every now and then and believing it speaks the
truth.</div>
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It is having faith and believing
in yourself when the entire world is crashing down. It is screaming the world
that this is who you are and you are not going to change a bit because others think
you are wrong. It is standing up to yourself and for the people you love. It is
telling the truth although it hurts. It is the courage to stay away from that
one person who is bringing you down although you love him/her to bits. </div>
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Beautiful is courage, family,
love, being loved, giving love - more and more of it, friends, the right ones,
following your passion, straying from the routine, being strong infront of the
world and breaking down when your loved one hugs you, a kiss on his forehead
when he is asleep, that smile when he smiles with his eyes still shut when you
climb on him to cuddle and sleep, laughing out loud, smiling, crying, counting
stars, being quiet and everything that makes your soul happy is beautiful.</div>
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This moment when you think you
are happy no matter how many reasons you have to be sad. You choose to be happy
because walking down the road with your mother after a late night dinner at a
local restaurant, kulfi in your hand and both of you deliberately walking the
road zig and zag not bothered about the world. That very moment you make a
choice to be happy, you are beautiful. </div>
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Beauty does not lie in the eyes
of the beholder. It lies in how you want to see yourself. It is how you choose
to live today.</div>
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Stay beautiful, stay strong! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-54201079106849525222015-04-12T17:30:00.001+05:302015-04-12T17:30:16.932+05:30Where are you?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>A broken poem, An incomplete song,</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>A tainted photo that is close to my heart</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>A symbol of love that I keep for you</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Waiting for signs of you coming for me</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>When I feel lust I hope you are here to quench it</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>To see the sweat drip down my neck and kiss it</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I am waiting for you to sweep me off my feet</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I am hoping to find my world in your eyes</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I am longing to feel that one long hug </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I am waiting to listen to your heart beat</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I am craving to feel your lips on mine</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>The burning passion to make love with you</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>It never ends, no idea when it began</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>You are the curve that will complete my circle</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>They say a million things, my knight in shining armor</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I dream about you every single second</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>For you, I collect poems and verses</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Where are you? come and listen to them.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I hear you are searching for me too</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Can you send your name in the wind?</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I will tell them a million times</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>And kiss your voice that travels miles to meet me</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Can you send me your musk through the breeze?</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I will lock that in a bottle and treasure it</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Can you find the way as quick as you could?</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I am tired of the treasure hunt</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I don't need clues I need you and your warmth</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I sing a song day and night only for you </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Can you follow the song and come to me?</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Do you know the pain of love?</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>If you do, come here and heal my pain</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Beware when you enter my door it is one way </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>There is no way to go back, Cast your spell on me</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I will protect you in my heart and give you my soul </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>All you have to give me is love.</i></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-11588123481692144522015-03-22T20:54:00.002+05:302015-03-22T20:54:30.301+05:30A friendship and A Virgin!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It
was the New Year ’s Day. The Dusty floor was sticky here and there because of
the wine and vodka that had spilled during the house party last night, condom
box lying by the foot they cuddled in one blanket as the sunlight crept into
the room and on his face through the gap in the window. She squint her eyes to
look at him sleep blissfully. A friend for life, a friend with benefits, a friend
who wouldn’t judge her choices and a friend who cares about her, someone who
will not tie her up in the name of commitment. The relationship they shared
cannot be explained nor did they seek a meaning. They were in love, a love
beyond commitment, a love not so ordinary and futile. A love that is strong
that it let them choose their own path yet bring them back together in the
haven called friendship. She looked at his face up so close. The innocence
while he slept and even otherwise. She smelled his manliness as she kissed his
cheeks. He smiled with eyes still shut yet he looked blissful and divine. She
climbed on top of him and planted long wet kisses on his neck hearing him moan
in pleasure. His eyes still shut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
little phone blinked at equal intervals. It was not the call that distracted
her but the name. The person who was trying to call her after 3 long years, she
bit his ear a little. He smiled again. She got up to pick the phone and he
pulled her hand and made her fall on him. She laid on top of him pressing her
breasts against his chest and whispered in his ears, ‘Give me 2 mins, baby! I
will be back’ she kissed his lips and licked them with the tip of her tongue.
He did not let her go, instead he pushed her down and laid on top of her
kissing her neck and slowly caressing her breast making her lose herself. She
tried to push him but the attempts were futile. She smiled and asked him to
leave her for only 5 mins. He laughed and bent to kiss her neck. She screamed
in pain. He laughed and turned towards the wall pulling the blanket all for
himself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">She
dialed the number again from her call history looking at the mirror to see a
bruise near her neck. She kicked him when she left the room. As the phone on
the other side rang she expected that she would be nervous but she wasn’t. She
acted normal rather she was normal. No excitement, no happiness or there was
happiness a bit of it, like crystals of salt on the rim of a glass of
margarita. He finally picked the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘Hola!’
she took a deep breath as she walked towards the balcony wearing his t-shirt.
The cold breeze made the tiny hair on her thighs stand up. There was silence on
the other side. She waited for him to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘I
miss you. I am sorry’ He said, no pleasantries exchanged. He hit the crust,
directly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘oh!’
she said briefly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘I
want you back in my life’ he said ‘as a friend’ after a pause.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">She
guffawed. ‘I have enough friends! But if you say so! Happy New year’ she wished
still wondering where the wild side of her vanishes everytime, every single
time someone who hurt her in the past came back to her seeking apology. She
never understood why she took them back only to ruin herself a bit more. A very
close friend of hers once told her that she has a huge heart. She took him back
too, after he ripped her apart. Her best friend who is sharing her bed right
now calls her stupid. She believed him. She is stupid rather a self destructive
sadist!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘Does
this mean we are friends now?’ He asked gleefully at the other end reminding
her of what he said when she told him yes the time they decided to be in a
relationship. “Whoa! Are we a couple now?” He had exclaimed jumping from one
post to another at college.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘If
you say so’ she smiled and realized he wouldn’t know she did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘Where
are you right now? I want to meet you immediately’ he asked which reminded her
of the man who is waiting for her to come back and make love with him. She
smiled again because he called it making friendship for calling it love made
both of them nervous.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘Listen,
I am at a friend’s place and I cannot meet you right now. But I can meet you
for dinner!’ she said positively fiddling with his mobile phone that went off
last night. They agreed upon meeting for dinner. She dropped off the call and
went back to making friendship with the man she loved in a weird way for that
moment. She told him about this friend with whom she tried being in a
relationship but they broke up because he was still a kid. He listened to it
intently while sipping his cup of coffee at the balcony.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘Should
I tell him that we are living in the same apartment and sharing the same
mattress?’ She asked biting her lower lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘You
are not allowed to say that and also about us emptying boxes of condoms every
weekend or on a stressful night. But yes, you can tell him about my greatness’
He winked. She pouted. He read her mind like no one else did. It scared her at
times. When they had sex the first time on the cold floor of his terrace under
the bright and twinkling stars he made her promise that this whole thing will
be their little secret.<i>‘It is for your own good! We live in India remember?’</i></span><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
had told her. She pulled him closer and kissed him wildly and passionately. He
lifted her a little above the ground and returned her passion for the kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">In
the evening, she wore her favourite yellow dress that ended at her knees; she
covered her neck with the scarf to hide the hickey given by him the night
before. She wore his favourite perfume so she can come back and they can have
long, dirty and wild sex the whole night! They never tired each other. She wore
the bracelet that she considered lucky and a beautiful diamond stud that her
mother gifted her for her birthday. She wore the boots and arched her eyebrows
posing like a model. He clicked a pic of her and gave her a kiss. She rolled
her eyes for her lip gloss was gone again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘You
look sexy this way’ he said slapping on her butt and snatched the lip gloss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
dropped her at the 5 star hotel in his sport bike. He had asked her to be
careful and ring him when she leaves the hotel. Her ex was waiting by the
entrance wearing a crisp coffee brown shirt with a formal white pant. She smiled
and thought that he never changed a bit. She adjusted her long lustrous hair
that</span><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">he</span></i></b><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">liked;
that she used to wrap her naked body when she wants to get</span><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">his</span></i></b><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">attention
from the video game. She gave him a hug and withdrew quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘God!
I am hungry! What are we eating tonight?’ she asked him still adjusting her
hair that she thought was a mess. He was looking at her intently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘God,
how did I miss you? You look gorgeous and you have lost a lot of weight. You
look very sexy’ He winked. She somehow felt irritated when the “sexy” comment
came from him. She just smiled in return.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘So
who is the guy who dropped you out? Why did you come in a bike?’ he asked as
they went into the pub. She ignored his question. The pub was themed based on a
library. There were huge book shelves on the sides of the wall. Couples and
friends sat on the table whispering conversation. The bearer attended us and we
placed our orders. I ordered a martini while he ordered whiskey on the rocks.</span><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Never
changed!</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">She thought. They discussed about work, life in
general and the things that changed in the last 3 years. But every now and then
he kept insisting to know about the man who dropped her. They had their
drinks while discussing about his plans of moving to US for the nth time. She
had listened to it when they were in a relationship and it was really exciting
then. But even after 3 years it seemed like he was only planning. That night he
proved her that few people neither grow up nor change. It seemed like he was
falling for her all over again but she cannot reciprocate the feelings. She had
moved on. She cried, got hurt, scraped her knees and now she’s walked far away
from the place she fell that she had even forgotten the way back to the place
she fell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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had their drinks and decided to take a walk around a beautiful fountain in the
hotel. The moon was full and bright making the stars shy away in a clear sky!
She kept looking at the moon every now and then. She asked him to look at it
too but all he could do was to stare at her. At her beautiful shadow falling on
her own face making it more beautiful, he grabbed her by her waist and kissed
her slowly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">She
smiled and told him about her best friend. But she was careful not to reveal
the things that should not be revealed. She told him about how they met, how
they got into a fight and how the fight turned into a beautiful friendship that
led to weekend outings and their first getaway in his newly brought sports
bike, about how much he love bike rides and how much he cared about her. She
told her about their cooking ventures, the epic failures and the best baked
cake, their first homemade cocktail that tasted like pee. She told him how she
helped him talk to the girl he liked. She told him how much this friendship
meant for her and how they never developed feelings for each other inspite of
being with each other for so long. When she told him the stories one after
another she realized the tonnes of memories she had bagged in 3 years with this
amazing man she wakes up to everyday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘So
you stay together? Why don’t you stay at a hostel? Much safer, isn’t it?’ he
asked after saying so many beautiful things about their friendship. This turned
her off yet she put a smile on her face and told him that she will not feel
safer anywhere than the place she stayed at right now. He didn’t seem to care
about what she told him. Now that he knows about this man who was so close to
his ex girlfriend and that she has spent so many years with him under the same
roof, he was concerned about something else. And so he said, ‘you know what? I
am saving myself for my wife. I wouldn’t stay with another girl unless I am
sure I want to marry her and stay with her every night!’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘What
does that mean?’ she asked her voice turning sterner with every word she
uttered. She was sure she didn’t want to be in a relationship with this man
anymore and she was sure she was talking about the relationship between her and
her best friend. It infuriated her. Because behind every word uttered by him he
had passed a judgement about her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘I
am sorry to ask this but are you a virgin anymore?’ he asked quickly. Her anger
danced at the brim of her eyes in the form of tears yet her lips curved
upwards. She was urged to spit on his face but she slowly moved away from him,
releasing his arm that was around her waist and suddenly she laughed out loud,
louder with every step she took away from him, attracting a couple who were
coochy cooing near the fountain. She clapped her hands and smacked her palm on
her forehead. She laughed louder and ran away from him towards the sea that
reflected the beautiful full moon. He ran behind her and finally caught up with
her when she stopped to feel the waves touch her feet. She kept looking at the
moon, her hair flowing in one direction, her eyes glistening like 2 beautiful
diamonds. She hugged herself and did not mind him standing next to her. She
stood there in silence for a very long time which threatened him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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something’ He finally asked after gathering all the courage he had.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Homemade Apple', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">She
turned towards him with that subtle smile on her lips, hair falling all over
her face making her look like a ravishing angel that just landed on earth,
boots in one hand, feet still waiting to play with the waves she said ‘You will
never know’ she turned towards the sea again and never looked again to see if
he was still sdtanding there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-50517622349544979172015-02-05T20:32:00.002+05:302015-02-05T20:32:24.152+05:30Hello Men, will you stop being such assholes?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear Men,</div>
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I don’t like to give great speeches
on feminism or women rights. I have always tried to stay away from those talks because
I always believed that men are sensible enough and they do know how to treat
women the way she should be. Like, just another human being on earth who would
like to co-exist in their own ways. The men in my life let me do what I want to
do and I have always lived under their protection so I didn’t know how the
outside world was until I had to go through certain things in the past few
months. I am not generalizing but I think men who are sensible enough can
understand what I mean in this letter. </div>
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I have been driving to office for
the past few months. I ride a scooty and sometimes I try to go by car. I mostly
take the scooty because it really helps me swim through the traffic faster. So,
the problem starts the moment I hit the road. I have been ranting about this
everywhere for quite sometime now. Men don’t like it if I overtake them. They
get annoyed and there were many instances they tried to run me off the road. They
want to overtake me even in the narrowest path, they threaten to run me off or
they arrogantly come through even the little space they get or they wouldn’t
stop honking I don’t know for what joy! Now I don’t understand why they do it!
Initially, I had a really positive thinking (read stupid) that they think that
scooty is going to take time to overtake a bus or car so they try to overtake
me but no even if I travel in 60 (which is the max speed I could reach with my
tiny beast) and if he travels in 40 I should go behind this a$%hole. If I
overtake him he gets annoyed to no end and tries to prove that he is “THE MAN”
Tell me, why this ego? I know I am a fairly good driver and not dumb as few
girls I have come across myself. So what is wrong if a woman overtakes you? Why
do you end up harassing her and threatening her until she lets you go so she
can feel safe? Would you do this to the woman in your family?</div>
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Secondly, I went to a temple
recently. This temple is THE masterpiece. I even wrote a blog on how
magnificent the architecture is. So this temple has a museum, a very small one.
My mother and I were looking at the old paintings in awe. This man who is
supposedly the one who takes care of the museum called me to show a painting. I
went to see it, he explained me the theme of it and his hand was continuously
rubbing against my waist or back. I moved and somehow he managed to touch me. I
was disgusted to no end so I stood beside my mother. We moved on to the next
painting and again he stood next to me and somehow this man who is the age of
my father wants to touch me. I left the place. But after going out I thought he
should be taught a lesson. I went back in and asked him if he enjoyed touching
my back and waist. He swore that, that was not his intention and it was a
mistake. I smiled and asked him to think if he would accept it if the same
happened to his daughter. I want to know, what pleasure you get in just
touching a girl who is the age of your daughter? Do you ever think of your
daughter when you do such things or is it because you assume and are confident
that someone somewhere is not and will never do something like that to your
daughter too?</div>
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Everytime you hurt your wife
listening to your mother, do you ever think that the girl who is your wife now
also goes to work, helps you financially and she has left her family and
priorities behind for you? Will you do the same for her? Would you accept if
your father treated your mother the way you treat your wife? Do you ever think?</div>
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Like I said, I don’t like to
preach on how men should behave. I don’t want to do it because your mothers
were supposed to do it. Sadly, she failed or you are failing her. I don’t want
to get emotional and ask you to see your mother or sister in every woman. But before
seeing woman as an object or before seeing her a competitor who is killing your
ego I plead you to think if you will accept it if the same thing happened to
the women in your life? Would you consider it acceptable? If your answer is
yes, please go ahead. Inspite of all the short comings we are trying to
co-exist. We are looking for ways to prove ourselves. I know life is not easy
on you. Trust me; it has never been easy for us at all. All I request you is,
live and let us live too. Please remember, we can get egoistic too, we can run
you off the road too and I can proudly say that I have done it with my scooty
to many men trust me I take no guilt infact I am very happy I did that. So yea,
we could do it too. We just don’t want to or we are still scared but if you
continue doing this we will give you a taste of what you have been doing to us.
Stop being assholes!</div>
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From an extremely frustrated and
disgusted woman.</div>
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Gayathrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06838231299848792788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185218148572644096.post-17943877176872437822015-02-01T18:27:00.003+05:302015-02-01T19:04:28.588+05:30Tanjavur Periya Koil - A magnificent piece of art! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is a good thing that I
decided to travel from this year. I get to tick few nearest places that I always
wanted to go. Last weekend, I had gone to Tanjavur a place that is almost 500
KMS away from Chennai. This place is magnificence personified in the name of
temple - Tanjavur Bragadeeshwarar Temple. Throughout the travel I couldn't wait to reach there. The moment I reached there, all I could do is gasp! It took my breath away and I wished I had more than a pair of eyes. :)</div>
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The moment I stepped into the temple I cannot stop wondering why this
temple is not a part of world wonders, to me it is the 8<sup>th</sup> wonder.
The type of architecture and imagination that’s gone into this temple that was
built centuries ago is probably only an imagination for an architect these
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This temple is built by Raja Raja chozhan who is a very successful emperor of the Chozha dynasty. I must admit that I have developed a huge crush for this man ever since I visited this temple.</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Travel to discover the world, travel to discover yourself :) It surely does change you in many ways!</span></div>
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<b>The entrance :) </b></div>
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<b>Stone statues around the temple.</b></div>
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<b>What you see below is the flight (Gopuram) of the temple. The topmost part is built of one stone. The speciality of this flight is that it's shadow falls on it's own. :) </b></div>
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This is supposedly a tub to store water is what my mother told me so as her baby I trust her. So yea, water storage tank or whatever.</div>
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Look at the ceiling! :)</div>
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<b>Lone pillar</b></div>
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<b>One of the entrances into the temple.</b></div>
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<b>Barrel used to fight the enemies then.</b></div>
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<b>Found these 3 cuties there <3 b=""><!--3--></3></b></div>
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And my favourite and famous Tanjavur thalayati bommai (their heads shake when touched) :)</div>
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