A letter to Santa
Dear Santa,
you know it very well, I never believed in you as a kid, 'coz there was nothing I wanted to ask you for, so happy was I with all things tiny, small, big or say, slightly bigger in life.
If I couldn't get my favorite ice-cream, I relished a cheaper one with equal, rather even more, excitement and pleasure, valuing the fact that atleast I got what I love the most: an ice cream.
I wore what I loved to (the bright and happy colors, the cartoons, the fairy-dresses...anything) or rather, what my loved ones wanted to see me in. The terms "fashion" or "style" never existed in my dictionary and what others would say or think, never mattered.
I was happy with all the people around, their negatives never troubled me, 'coz as a matter of fact, I never saw any. All the things, all the people seemed nice, pleasant souls. No one looked fake, probably 'coz no one was or maybe 'coz my innocent eyes were blind to anything bad, back then.
Everyone was a friend. Even if someone fought, a patch-up was the next step by default. So pure our hearts were, so forgiving, so kind: so god-like.
...and so so many other things. It was such a nice life. Such a happy life, 'coz happiness used to be so cheap, so readily available: in an ice cream, in a new dress, in mumma's stories or papa's hugs, in a new toy (no matter how cheap it might be) or simply, in a smile! And that too, a smile that had nothing unpleasant veiled under it.
It was everywhere, happiness was everywhere.
Actually, life wasn't as happy, as my little eyes saw it to be.
How? 'Coz I was innocent and my pure heart never allowed me to be dissatisfied with life.
Whatever I had was good enough and even if I wanted something, my parents' assurance that they'll get it for me was just enough! I trusted them and they trusted my trust.
So I never believed in you, 'coz I had no reason to !!
***
But life's different now, or I have made it so, okay, knowingly or unknowingly. Today, there is no count of the things I'd want to ask you for and the funniest part is, I still won't be happy. Not as happy as I used to be, then.
I've grown up from being a kid. Grown up in age, in height, in IQ but unfortunately, not in innocence, not in contentment, not in happiness. While I grew up, my innocence kept dying and I became meaner, greedier and more and more dissatisfied, always wanting more and more and more...!
So this Christmas, condemning what my common sense suggests, the grown up me WANTS to believe in you, as a last hope.
And as I CHOOSE to believe in you now, I want you to ask for: peace, in my heart, my mind, my life and my world.
So that, I can be happy with whatever I have.
And so that, I don't have to ask you for anything more.
Will you fulfill my first wish for you, Santa?
Please?
Or shall I keep a note asking for the same under my pillow, tonight? :)
In anticipation, with love
Sugandha
you know it very well, I never believed in you as a kid, 'coz there was nothing I wanted to ask you for, so happy was I with all things tiny, small, big or say, slightly bigger in life.
If I couldn't get my favorite ice-cream, I relished a cheaper one with equal, rather even more, excitement and pleasure, valuing the fact that atleast I got what I love the most: an ice cream.
I was happy with all the people around, their negatives never troubled me, 'coz as a matter of fact, I never saw any. All the things, all the people seemed nice, pleasant souls. No one looked fake, probably 'coz no one was or maybe 'coz my innocent eyes were blind to anything bad, back then.
Everyone was a friend. Even if someone fought, a patch-up was the next step by default. So pure our hearts were, so forgiving, so kind: so god-like.
...and so so many other things. It was such a nice life. Such a happy life, 'coz happiness used to be so cheap, so readily available: in an ice cream, in a new dress, in mumma's stories or papa's hugs, in a new toy (no matter how cheap it might be) or simply, in a smile! And that too, a smile that had nothing unpleasant veiled under it.
It was everywhere, happiness was everywhere.
Actually, life wasn't as happy, as my little eyes saw it to be.
How? 'Coz I was innocent and my pure heart never allowed me to be dissatisfied with life.
Whatever I had was good enough and even if I wanted something, my parents' assurance that they'll get it for me was just enough! I trusted them and they trusted my trust.
So I never believed in you, 'coz I had no reason to !!
***
But life's different now, or I have made it so, okay, knowingly or unknowingly. Today, there is no count of the things I'd want to ask you for and the funniest part is, I still won't be happy. Not as happy as I used to be, then.
I've grown up from being a kid. Grown up in age, in height, in IQ but unfortunately, not in innocence, not in contentment, not in happiness. While I grew up, my innocence kept dying and I became meaner, greedier and more and more dissatisfied, always wanting more and more and more...!
So this Christmas, condemning what my common sense suggests, the grown up me WANTS to believe in you, as a last hope.
And as I CHOOSE to believe in you now, I want you to ask for: peace, in my heart, my mind, my life and my world.
So that, I can be happy with whatever I have.
And so that, I don't have to ask you for anything more.
Will you fulfill my first wish for you, Santa?
Please?
Or shall I keep a note asking for the same under my pillow, tonight? :)
In anticipation, with love
Sugandha
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The God Of Inside
A nightmare, some may say, for all its might.
A horrific prisoner, in it saw I
In the heaviest of chains, was she tied.
The crime what was, I do not remember
As a matter of fact, it doesn't even matter.
It was a castle, oh so majestic!
With every brick, laid so artistic.
Stood there gentlemen, all clad in black
Staring at the guilty, with eyes ready to attack.
The guilty however, seemed unafraid
The key to freedom, as if with her laid.
'Imprisoned for a decade, the guilty stands now!'
The guilty seemed unmoved, with traces of a faint smile
The men frowned, their attempts to scare her going futile.
'Your one wish?' muttered one
Frustrated at it, being a custom.
The guilty grinned, for the wait was going to cease
And the men'd know, how she was still at ease.
'My one wish, sir,' she finally begun
In their places the men shifted, eager to listen.
'is to see a photograph, of all my loved ones
and be made to listen to music, my soul on which runs.
'Done with that, my eyes thou blindfold
Ears too, shut from noises of the world.
'Tie me then in chains, the heaviest thou may find
Lock me up in thy prison, the scariest ever for mankind.
'And after a decade, when the punishment is well over
Free me out! Again in the world to rover.'
The gentlemen glared, taken aback by full surprise
More at her confidence, than the wish that seemed least wise.
But, 'the wish' that it was, the deed had to be done
Photographs were brought in, enchanting music was put on.
The last free moments, thoroughly the guilty hence relished
The jury grumbled, for though mystic, her wish couldn't be banished.
The rite was done, everything else followed suit
Blindfolded, made deaf, she was shown the cage's route.
Ten years passed by, in that little dark chamber
A decade of aloofness later, they didn't expect her to be sober.
But lo! what they saw, was least easy to swallow
For once they thought, if she was someone to hallow?
The still alive smile and a face so at peace
Least matched her health, that had grown very weak.
'How?!' the prison-keeper mighty exclaimed at her
'How did you pull it off, as if in all leisure??!
'For years I have seen prisoners, come in and go,
Never came one, whose sanity the jail didn't blow!
'Then what is the divine power, that you apparently possess?
For the shock is real gripping, may I confess!'
The guilty, now free, smiled even wider this time
Amused at how ignorant they were, of a power so divine.
'Well...', finally started she,
'My power, I promise, is also possessed by thee.'
Everyone exclaimed, was it a magic they too could perform?
'WHAT power but?' the saner of them asked with a frown.
'Love and music,' the reply came clear and loud
Raising many brows, showing signs of utter doubt.
'Before being jailed, riveting music I had listened
And gotten my ears shut, from the noises that'd surround.
Its harmony empowered me, all the while I was imprisoned
And hence, protected from any unpleasantness around.
'The pictures of my beloved that I last saw, I never let go
From eyes that saw nothing but darkness, and them.
So there wasn't one moment with my spirits getting low
For the power of LOVE didn't let me give up in the long run.
'For music runs my soul,
"Love" runs me as a whole,
And with the two's eternal guiding light,
Saying this all, she left the place
Happy smiles, still adorning her face.
While the men gaped, in utter surprise
Realizing how the 'god of inside', had belittled in their lives.
The prison-men are 'us', giving up at life's testing times
While the power we pray for, in us actually resides
Love, music, or any other it maybe.
But being the lead myself, 'music' and 'love' struck to me.
But being the lead myself, 'music' and 'love' struck to me.
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Love story?
"Can I talk to you for a while?" he asked her nervously. A bead of sweat prominent on the forehead.
"Umm yeah sure. What about?" she spoke in her soft, sensuous voice, mesmerizing enough to render any sane man speechless.
"Ah well actually... I was... wondering if I... you... I mean, you and I... you know... uhm uhm..." no matter how hard he tried to look and sound less nervous than he actually was, he failed pathetically. Inside, he was only cursing the moment he had decided to talk to her finally, after many days of staring, wondering, imagining and fantasizing.
"Uhm, am sorry but I can't understand you?" she spoke so beautifully! Her gorgeous blue eyes looking deep into his face with great intensity and expectation. As if desperately waiting for something magical to come out of the moment that she had waited for, for the past many days.
He seemed lost in thought, apparently weighing all possibilities and then trying to decide whether to do it or not, to tell her or not. What would she say? he was going mad thinking.
She, on the other hand, looked calm, at peace. Her beautiful face, gifted with sharp features, ocean-like deep blue eyes and skin as pure as gold, showed no expressions. It looked to him as if she was not so interested, but she was only pretending. She was a girl, afterall. How could she give herself away! She had to act innocent and unaware.
"Hello?" she interrupted his line of thought, a little strongly this time. For how long could she hold back her eagerness, afterall.
"Oh yeah am so sorry! Haa!" he took a deep sigh.
The wait was driving her crazy. And irritated too.
I know what you want to say, I know why you're sweating so badly! But don't be so nervous dear that you find it difficult to say those words! How'll I say my 'yes' then!!, she spoke in her thoughts. Impatience was taking over her.
She hoped he'd find words after that long sigh.
"Natasha, this is something I've been wanting to talk about, with you, for the past one week. No, two weeks rather," he spoke at length this time. But still didn't speak anything of relevance. The stats were what she was least interested in.
"So?", not once did she forget to act ignorant, as if she knew nothing. She was a girl, afterall.
"Yeah so, this is something of great importance to me. But I don't know if it'd be of any worth to you too, or not. Nevertheless, I'll say it, for my peace of mind."
"You know, there are some feelings, which if not spoken at the right time can give us a lot of pain later. The sooner we share them, the better it is," seemed like the deep sigh had helped. He knew what he had to say. And that he HAD TO SAY IT to her, then and there.
"Yes you're right. And...?" her hopes were at an all-time peak now. She was only glad to be sure that he will say it this time.
"And... well this goes back to the time I first saw you. Two weeks ago, on our first day of college."
Their first day in college, how could she forget it! She had come along with her elder brother, to complete all the formalities left for admission. That time, she and her brother were standing clueless about where to begin with. Having arrived late, they had missed all the instructions and everyone seemed too busy to help them. At that very moment 'he' had made a hero-like entry, as if en route to winning the girl by first impressing the elder brother, Hindi film style. 'He' got them the forms, told all the instructions, even helped her to fill all the details.
With his helpful gesture, he had already begun to make her miss a beat or two. She had observed him carefully ever since, and he only looked more perfect. A tall, confident personality with a great smile and an extremely polite voice. Brown short hair, smartly but simply done up, a very fit athletic build, as if made for and from all day of footballing, an impressive attire with an even more impressive way of walking and carrying himself. She knew that very moment, she'd love to be his, forever, if only he felt the same.
Ever since, every single day their eyes had met, smiles had been exchanged and she had become more and more sure of him having something special to say to her, which he had not been able to gather enough courage for.
Nevertheless, she had eagerly waited in great desire, cherishing every moment they spent together on the first day, that was still as fresh as now, in her memories.
But she didn't show it. She was a girl, never forget that.
"Oh yeah! The first day.. I think... uhm... I can...very very faintly remember it. Yeah..." the actress in her continued, "what about it?" the latter half came out stronger, with a part of her curiosity showing up, till she composed herself again.
"Hmm the first day. You remember, you had come with your brother and I was the one to help you both in completing all the formalities?"
"Hmmm..." she was trying to recall if she looked good that day or not. He, no doubt, was the best guy in class. Could she have made a good impression on him, in her lovely pink dress that she wore that day? She knew she had all the beauty to make a man go mad. What could be wrong? Nothing!
She assured herself, that the day was hers already.
"Okay so right from that day I've been wanting to share this one thing with you, but I always feared what'd you say, what'd you think about me? Thousands of thoughts have somersaulted in me since then and I've been going half mad seeing you everyday and remembering it! You know, 'coz of this one thing, you're the one person on my mind every night before I go to sleep?!" he had said a lot. A lot for her joys to break all bounds.
It was partly unbelievable for her since it hadn't been too long, but she was confident of herself and more than that, her desirable personality. Being the best two in class, she always knew they were made for each other.
"Okay and what's the point?" she tried sounding rude, as if reminding him of her worth, that who he was going to get was no ordinary girl.
"AND THE POINT IS..." he spoke loudly, the final words very ready to pop out now, "that I love, I love..."
"Excuse me?" she was puzzled.
"I just love that tee your brother wore that day! ONE HELLUVA exotic, rare Chelsea jersey. Can I get it? Please!? In exchange for just about ANYTHING on Earth?? Or at least let me know where did he get it? Could I meet him? Could he get me another one? I'd die for that peace of marvel. Please help me, you know, I'm CRAZY about SOCCER! Like... like... MADE FOR IT!"
So it wasn't for nothing that she had been able to associate his healthy build with football that day.
"SO?" he was over excited.
"So?" she stood there, feeling cheated. As if someone had ditched her before even getting committed. Worse, she couldn't say that.
"So will you help me? Please!" his excitement was intolerable for her.
"Don't know if you're getting it or not, you're definitely getting one thing right now," she yelled.
His face showed a question mark
And next,
-- her slap was unbelievably hard.
"Umm yeah sure. What about?" she spoke in her soft, sensuous voice, mesmerizing enough to render any sane man speechless.
"Ah well actually... I was... wondering if I... you... I mean, you and I... you know... uhm uhm..." no matter how hard he tried to look and sound less nervous than he actually was, he failed pathetically. Inside, he was only cursing the moment he had decided to talk to her finally, after many days of staring, wondering, imagining and fantasizing.
"Uhm, am sorry but I can't understand you?" she spoke so beautifully! Her gorgeous blue eyes looking deep into his face with great intensity and expectation. As if desperately waiting for something magical to come out of the moment that she had waited for, for the past many days.
He seemed lost in thought, apparently weighing all possibilities and then trying to decide whether to do it or not, to tell her or not. What would she say? he was going mad thinking.
She, on the other hand, looked calm, at peace. Her beautiful face, gifted with sharp features, ocean-like deep blue eyes and skin as pure as gold, showed no expressions. It looked to him as if she was not so interested, but she was only pretending. She was a girl, afterall. How could she give herself away! She had to act innocent and unaware.
"Hello?" she interrupted his line of thought, a little strongly this time. For how long could she hold back her eagerness, afterall.
"Oh yeah am so sorry! Haa!" he took a deep sigh.
The wait was driving her crazy. And irritated too.
I know what you want to say, I know why you're sweating so badly! But don't be so nervous dear that you find it difficult to say those words! How'll I say my 'yes' then!!, she spoke in her thoughts. Impatience was taking over her.
She hoped he'd find words after that long sigh.
"So?", not once did she forget to act ignorant, as if she knew nothing. She was a girl, afterall.
"Yeah so, this is something of great importance to me. But I don't know if it'd be of any worth to you too, or not. Nevertheless, I'll say it, for my peace of mind."
"You know, there are some feelings, which if not spoken at the right time can give us a lot of pain later. The sooner we share them, the better it is," seemed like the deep sigh had helped. He knew what he had to say. And that he HAD TO SAY IT to her, then and there.
"Yes you're right. And...?" her hopes were at an all-time peak now. She was only glad to be sure that he will say it this time.
"And... well this goes back to the time I first saw you. Two weeks ago, on our first day of college."
Their first day in college, how could she forget it! She had come along with her elder brother, to complete all the formalities left for admission. That time, she and her brother were standing clueless about where to begin with. Having arrived late, they had missed all the instructions and everyone seemed too busy to help them. At that very moment 'he' had made a hero-like entry, as if en route to winning the girl by first impressing the elder brother, Hindi film style. 'He' got them the forms, told all the instructions, even helped her to fill all the details.
With his helpful gesture, he had already begun to make her miss a beat or two. She had observed him carefully ever since, and he only looked more perfect. A tall, confident personality with a great smile and an extremely polite voice. Brown short hair, smartly but simply done up, a very fit athletic build, as if made for and from all day of footballing, an impressive attire with an even more impressive way of walking and carrying himself. She knew that very moment, she'd love to be his, forever, if only he felt the same.
Ever since, every single day their eyes had met, smiles had been exchanged and she had become more and more sure of him having something special to say to her, which he had not been able to gather enough courage for.
Nevertheless, she had eagerly waited in great desire, cherishing every moment they spent together on the first day, that was still as fresh as now, in her memories.
"Oh yeah! The first day.. I think... uhm... I can...very very faintly remember it. Yeah..." the actress in her continued, "what about it?" the latter half came out stronger, with a part of her curiosity showing up, till she composed herself again.
"Hmm the first day. You remember, you had come with your brother and I was the one to help you both in completing all the formalities?"
"Hmmm..." she was trying to recall if she looked good that day or not. He, no doubt, was the best guy in class. Could she have made a good impression on him, in her lovely pink dress that she wore that day? She knew she had all the beauty to make a man go mad. What could be wrong? Nothing!
She assured herself, that the day was hers already.
"Okay so right from that day I've been wanting to share this one thing with you, but I always feared what'd you say, what'd you think about me? Thousands of thoughts have somersaulted in me since then and I've been going half mad seeing you everyday and remembering it! You know, 'coz of this one thing, you're the one person on my mind every night before I go to sleep?!" he had said a lot. A lot for her joys to break all bounds.
It was partly unbelievable for her since it hadn't been too long, but she was confident of herself and more than that, her desirable personality. Being the best two in class, she always knew they were made for each other.
"Okay and what's the point?" she tried sounding rude, as if reminding him of her worth, that who he was going to get was no ordinary girl.
"AND THE POINT IS..." he spoke loudly, the final words very ready to pop out now, "that I love, I love..."
"Excuse me?" she was puzzled.
"I just love that tee your brother wore that day! ONE HELLUVA exotic, rare Chelsea jersey. Can I get it? Please!? In exchange for just about ANYTHING on Earth?? Or at least let me know where did he get it? Could I meet him? Could he get me another one? I'd die for that peace of marvel. Please help me, you know, I'm CRAZY about SOCCER! Like... like... MADE FOR IT!"
So it wasn't for nothing that she had been able to associate his healthy build with football that day.
"SO?" he was over excited.
"So?" she stood there, feeling cheated. As if someone had ditched her before even getting committed. Worse, she couldn't say that.
"So will you help me? Please!" his excitement was intolerable for her.
"Don't know if you're getting it or not, you're definitely getting one thing right now," she yelled.
His face showed a question mark
And next,
-- her slap was unbelievably hard.
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From the core of a music-touched heart and soul....
I had been wanting to post something new here so badly! Ever since my exams got over, I've been wondering what to write, not that am short of topics, but that am too full of them!
And then as I was just catching up on some of my favorite music, I got re-touched by my most favorite song ever, 'The Carnival of Rust' by Poets of the Fall. I heard it once, twice, thrice and many times again, like I always do with my most loved pieces of music. Then I remembered the first time I heard it. I don't know how, that particular day I had just stumbled upon it's video and as I was seeing that video, I knew I was seeing something TOTALLY OUT OF THIS WORLD. But unfortunately, I still lacked the understanding to interpret it.
Today, after an year or so, I saw the video again and tried looking up its meaning somewhere on the net. And what I found was a forum discussing this video as the most most magical video ever (true like ANYTHING!), but not easily interpretable(again, true like anything!!). But still, what I got to know was just enough to touch the very core of my heart, making every atom of me say, "Oh. My God. Too true!!".
And I share it here. It's one of those music moments, when nothing else seems to own my soul more than even myself. So it'll be a really kind gesture on your part if you could see the video once, listen to the song calmly and then match the meaning of it am giving below. I have a soul that THRIVES on music, so I can connect it with. Hope you do so too.
Do tell if my feelings could reciprocate to or not.
This one post and the meaning behind this, makes me regret the last one. Couldn't have said more.
- THE VIDEO AND THE SONG- "The Carnival of Rust":
- THE BEST INTERPRETATION OF IT I FOUND ON THE NET:
"It signifies our obsession with Gimmicks and how we are never patient enough to stick around and see if what we just did will turn into something that will make us happy.
The woman in the mask pays attention to Marko (the singer) only for a brief time, then is drawn away by gimmicks and shiny things, forgetting him even though it could have been the best thing for her. Someone touches your heart , revives you and finally leaves you without any attention.
And why she leaves you ? 'coz she has found herself a new toy , 'coz she had been tricked by worthless , but shiny Pelf , presented by devils masquerading as angels... AND LEAVES HER REAL LOVER ALONE... "
In my words....
The world has been depicted as a carnival with all sorts of exciting things around. The lover stands caged, yearning for the woman's rain of love in this 'carnival of rust', crying his soul out, but the masked woman is pulled towards all the superficial glories around, symbolized in the video by the games, toys, riches and magic shows. Smitten by this superficiality, she wants to experience everything looking so beautiful and attractive, greed seems to take over as she is restless and wondering what all to try and what not (depicted by her looking at the limited amount of money she has.....like we want to play all games, but don't have enough resources for it). Hypnotized by the fake beauty of the world, she doesn't realize, that her real happiness lies in love, in that soul helplessly craving for her.
While for the world, she is a just another nobody, like a customer at one of those stalls in a carnival. They call out to her, try to impress her, try to show to her that her happiness lies with them but once their purpose is solved (the money is in) she is a nobody for them again. And all the while, her lover is yearning for her attention, wanting to give her all the happiness, which she is striving to find in all things superficial and fake.
And when she realizes that she is still not happy, not at peace, is still incomplete and none of the riches (symbolized by the doll she wins as a prize) can give her true happiness and peace, she looks back to search for her lover, but he is gone now. Forever. It's too late.
The video is plain MAGIC, not just 'coz it's conveying the most important but forgotten lesson of life very very aesthetically, but 'coz it's not just another girl-boy affair, it's philosophical yet mystical, with a symbolism drawn between the world and a carnival, as it's backbone.
CLASSIC.
:-)
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Do women really go for successful men only? Even if yes, SO WHAT!
- With the hope of being read by calm, thinking minds, who can understand what all I'm talking about, and what all not.
- And with all the guts to least care about being misinterpreted.
"They say, behind every successful man is a woman. But that's 'coz women go for successful men only. It's true friends..."
it's not me saying so. It was a message, a forward, that said so, on my phone one day. And for a change, the feminist streak of my mind didn't revolt against the idea. Rather, the first mental response that flashed was—"so what?".
How do I sound? Mean? Selfish? Greedy? Or shameless? Well, if indeed it's one of these adjectives, I couldn't care less. Seriously.
For I fail to understand, IF at all it is so indeed, what's wrong about it, huh? No, a man's success alone IS not and MUST NOT be what makes a girl (let's talk "STRAIGHT-forwardly" :P) fall for him. It should definitely not be the first thing you (a woman) should look for, in a man. And it, most certainly, shouldn't be what the two's love is based upon, 'coz if that is how it is, then it isn't even 'love' in the first place. But, to keep it as one of the factors under consideration when planning for the future, to be practical and not "blind":is it wrong? When talking in context of serious relationships, hoped to turn into something bigger, like maybe, marriage?
According to the construct of our society, a girl is supposed to part from her family, her parents and home—where and with whom she grew up, forever one day. After that, it's her and her 'new family', that have to be together for the life ahead. More specifically, the man. The husband.
And no matter how highly we might speak of woman-empowerment, of their progress and stuff, one fact is undeniable—a family and its lifestyle, it's still hugely controlled by the man himself. Neither the male ego/self-respect, nor our age-old 'tradition', approve of a household with a 'house-husband' and a working lady. All in all, a LOT depends on what the man does. Or earns. Which probably and inherently, imparts the "practical" streak to a girl's psyche.
With that said and told, anything more remains unspoken? Is it, thus, not fair enough for a girl to think about her future when making such a significant decision of her life? What's selfish about it? It's only practical! It is known from hear-say, that after a certain number of years of wedlock, relationships are no more defined by the mushy-mushy teenage concepts of attraction, affection, care and prettiness. They delve into a form lot less fantastic than that.
Marriage—an association of two people, their body, soul and mind, their families and most importantly, their lives. And it's not the guy who has to change his way of living (which is how it has been since more than two decades), who has to leave his beloved family behind and live with another one all of a sudden, it's the girl who has to do so. A small sacrifice, is it?!
Marriage—an association of two people, their body, soul and mind, their families and most importantly, their lives. And it's not the guy who has to change his way of living (which is how it has been since more than two decades), who has to leave his beloved family behind and live with another one all of a sudden, it's the girl who has to do so. A small sacrifice, is it?!
That is all what I mean. There's much against girls that guys say everywhere, always bringing their honesty and reliability under the scanner. From what I have observed, men are way too rash about such decisions in their teens or twenties. While after marriage, with every flying year, their once 'I-will-die-for-you' spirit of love eventually fades away. Women, on the other hand, are a lot more selective, choosy and careful prior to marriage. Which turns them the villain for the ones they don't pay heed to. But after marriage, as caretakers of entire households, they are a lot more dedicated and responsible. Observation, nothing else.
I wish someone could take note of the mound of sacrifices that make a girl's life before cursing women, for influencing their decisions about relationships and commitments on the other one's status/salary/lifestyle/whatever you may call it. If no one else, then your mom. Afterall, she was a girl too, some time back. And your sister. What kind of a guy would you want to hand over her life to, the day her life's most important decision lies in your hands? This one question, can help you think like a girl, and understand her psychology.
I wish someone could take note of the mound of sacrifices that make a girl's life before cursing women, for influencing their decisions about relationships and commitments on the other one's status/salary/lifestyle/whatever you may call it. If no one else, then your mom. Afterall, she was a girl too, some time back. And your sister. What kind of a guy would you want to hand over her life to, the day her life's most important decision lies in your hands? This one question, can help you think like a girl, and understand her psychology.
That says it all, probably. But I must add, that yes, there's a line to it. A line that differentiates 'practicality' from 'greediness'. And a girl who knows how to stay within that line for good, won't look at a man's success/wealth (they both need not always come together, afterall) as the first priority. She won't fall for him only after being lured by his lavish lifestyle, 'coz as a matter of fact, that isn't what "falling for" is all about, actually. No doubt, a pure relationship has to be about love, care and understanding, first and foremost.
No doubt, the man deserves to be loved and respected by his woman, not for his success or wealth, but for how highly he places her in his life.
No doubt, the man deserves to be loved and respected by his woman, not for his success or wealth, but for how highly he places her in his life.
....for in the end, it's got to be about love and love alone. Otherwise, it's a farce, a deception.
PS1- Only the sensible, serious breed of people qualify to be considered in this post.
PS2- I speak with -NIL- experience. So I automatically become forgivable for anything awry. :)
PS2- I speak with -NIL- experience. So I automatically become forgivable for anything awry. :)
"She" and "he". And love.
'She' has got something to say about her 'The guy':
He-
- shouldn't be perfect. Else I don't deserve him.
- shouldn't be complete. Else what will, I do in his life?
- should be ambitious, driven. 'Coz am not.
- should be emotionally stable. 'Coz am not.
- shouldn't be too short tempered. 'Coz I am.
- should be honest. Again, 'coz I am.
- should be understanding. More than I am.
- should be mature. More than I am.
- should be caring. But I'll be more.
- should be sensitive. But I'll be more.
- should be loyal. Like I will be.
- should be faithful. Like I will be.
- should feel for me like am 'made for him'.
- 'Coz with that alone in his heart, all that said above falls dim.
Why I wrote this? The message?
A little self hypothesis, about 'true love' and relationships.
I wonder, the reason why god made every one imperfect, was to leave scope for them to be completed by some-ONE, who'd be imperfect too. But the two together, would fill all voids.
There have to be some traits or interests, too similar and some, too opposite, a few absent in one but present in the other, and a few, absent in both.....and so on....for the two to strike the right 'balance' in their relationship. And lead life happily. Ever after. (clichéd as it may sound)
And hence, an imperfect "SHE" coupled with another imperfect "HE", would together create perfection. Would create symphony.
The symphony of life.
Of love.
True love.
Says,
thanks for reading...
:-)
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Memories
Memories.... snapshots of the loveliest (or the ugliest) moments of life, that created a huge impact on our internal self, 'once upon a time'.
When someone said, "there are some things that money can't buy", he was talking about memories only, I guess. 'Coz nothing can ever be more priceless than these pieces, that when brought together, complete the most puzzling jigsaw of life, called LIFE itself! We cherish them, value them, but don't want to let go of them, ever. Not just 'coz they give pleasure, but 'coz they give definition to the phenomenon called, "growing up".
How many of your "firsts" do you still remember? How many of those 'mind pictures' have faded or begun to fade, and how many are still, as good as new?
Here's a small attempt to re-realize, how the price of these priceless bits, is no much less than that of life itself. How some things can bring tears in eyes at any point of life, irrespective of how long it's been. Yes.
These are a few of my memories, my "firsts" I still can picture happening, in the backbone of mind, as good as yesterday. This post ain't for me, this post is only BY me, but FOR you. All that you've to do is move down gradually, one by one flipping the yellowing pages of records that our mind, heart and soul have been striving to keep together, since oh-so long.
1. Your first crush?
2. Your first day at school?
3. The first time you were able to ride a bicycle without falling, without the supporting wheels, or the supporting hands, of dad?
4. The first greeting card you drew yourself, for someone important?
5. The first time your parents said to you, "I am proud of you my child" and really meant it?
6. The first time you braved to go up on the stage in front of an audience? Maybe to narrate a thirsty crow story or sing a Humpty-Dumpty rhyme?
7. The first moment of pride, when everyone clapped for you?
8. The first time you hit someone?
9. The first time you were slapped for a mistake that wasn't yours?
10. The first time you failed in an exam?
11. The first time you came first? In any kinda competition?
12. The first time you felt cheated? deceived? maybe by a close one?
13. Your first/worst moment of embarrassment?
14. Your first/best moment of victory?
15. Your first/best noble deed ever?
16. The first time you were laughed at. Maybe 'coz of a silly question?
17. The first time you broke down. In front of somebody. Anybody?
18. Some special, unforgettable encounter with a stranger?
19. Your first/worst ever accident? Maybe just an escape by chance?
20. The first time someone made your heartbeats run faster? Made you nervous? (you know what I mean.....)
....you see, it's a never ending list. You may like to add more or delete some of the points, as per your will. But that's not important. All that I wish you would do is, sit for a while, in calmness and patience, and recollect as many memories from the past, as possible. They don't have to be your firsts only! They just have to be- memories! Once you are able to just step on that line I want you to take, for the next few minutes, you'll soon see yourself walking the rest of it, on your own. Simply speaking, from one node to another, as you'll pass from one sweet-little-nothing (or everything) of the past, to another, you'll sense yourself getting drenched in the droplets of the heavy showers that follow.
Trust me, it's more beneficial than what you can even think of. If you could see it through my eyes, you'd be able to see yourself growing up over the years, learning from various mistakes, falling bad but still getting up all the time, loving and being loved, caring and being cared for, laughing and being laughed at, as a child gazing at the world in utter amazement and as a 'grown-up' telling yourself to 'take care, be mean if needed, 'coz the world is full of scavengers'.......you'll see, LIFE! Not your life or my life, but life as a whole!
What more can I say. I'm so enthusiastic. My mind is getting flooded with numerous such instances from my own life. But I want YOU to do this. Yes, please do this. If you feel like (if you can overcome your usual laziness) share here, for all of us to recollect similar anecdotes from our own life. It has the power to bring precious-as-pearl smiles, tears, sighs and emotions. I'd only LOVE to read from you, if you allow me to :)
And if you want me also to share these (or more) pieces from my life, tell me about it. I really wouldn't mind it. Infact I'd be only happier, if my readers care about it.
PS- How did I sound? Stupid? Lost? Preachy? Over excited? Or, all of these?
I don't know. It's just a fantastic feeling to be able to (or okay, try to) drive others, my beautiful readers, into a line of thought that I've ALWAYS been hooked onto. My sister jokingly calls me, "yaadein taazu". I need just ONE reason/point to trigger the process I just described above, am always on the verge of it. Might be a little pakau for some, but who cares!
The thing is, of you liked it all, TRY IT!!! And I wish you let me know if any sensation went down your spine/heart/mind etc. If you could feel your own memories fill you with enlightenment. If you too realized, the greatest of all philosophers lies within ourselves, waiting to be brought out in the light.
Did I forget to mention, it's a very healthy and intelligent mental exercise too? :-)
When someone said, "there are some things that money can't buy", he was talking about memories only, I guess. 'Coz nothing can ever be more priceless than these pieces, that when brought together, complete the most puzzling jigsaw of life, called LIFE itself! We cherish them, value them, but don't want to let go of them, ever. Not just 'coz they give pleasure, but 'coz they give definition to the phenomenon called, "growing up".
How many of your "firsts" do you still remember? How many of those 'mind pictures' have faded or begun to fade, and how many are still, as good as new?
Here's a small attempt to re-realize, how the price of these priceless bits, is no much less than that of life itself. How some things can bring tears in eyes at any point of life, irrespective of how long it's been. Yes.
These are a few of my memories, my "firsts" I still can picture happening, in the backbone of mind, as good as yesterday. This post ain't for me, this post is only BY me, but FOR you. All that you've to do is move down gradually, one by one flipping the yellowing pages of records that our mind, heart and soul have been striving to keep together, since oh-so long.
1. Your first crush?
2. Your first day at school?
3. The first time you were able to ride a bicycle without falling, without the supporting wheels, or the supporting hands, of dad?
4. The first greeting card you drew yourself, for someone important?
5. The first time your parents said to you, "I am proud of you my child" and really meant it?
6. The first time you braved to go up on the stage in front of an audience? Maybe to narrate a thirsty crow story or sing a Humpty-Dumpty rhyme?
7. The first moment of pride, when everyone clapped for you?
8. The first time you hit someone?
9. The first time you were slapped for a mistake that wasn't yours?
10. The first time you failed in an exam?
11. The first time you came first? In any kinda competition?
12. The first time you felt cheated? deceived? maybe by a close one?
13. Your first/worst moment of embarrassment?
14. Your first/best moment of victory?
15. Your first/best noble deed ever?
16. The first time you were laughed at. Maybe 'coz of a silly question?
17. The first time you broke down. In front of somebody. Anybody?
18. Some special, unforgettable encounter with a stranger?
19. Your first/worst ever accident? Maybe just an escape by chance?
20. The first time someone made your heartbeats run faster? Made you nervous? (you know what I mean.....)
....you see, it's a never ending list. You may like to add more or delete some of the points, as per your will. But that's not important. All that I wish you would do is, sit for a while, in calmness and patience, and recollect as many memories from the past, as possible. They don't have to be your firsts only! They just have to be- memories! Once you are able to just step on that line I want you to take, for the next few minutes, you'll soon see yourself walking the rest of it, on your own. Simply speaking, from one node to another, as you'll pass from one sweet-little-nothing (or everything) of the past, to another, you'll sense yourself getting drenched in the droplets of the heavy showers that follow.
Trust me, it's more beneficial than what you can even think of. If you could see it through my eyes, you'd be able to see yourself growing up over the years, learning from various mistakes, falling bad but still getting up all the time, loving and being loved, caring and being cared for, laughing and being laughed at, as a child gazing at the world in utter amazement and as a 'grown-up' telling yourself to 'take care, be mean if needed, 'coz the world is full of scavengers'.......you'll see, LIFE! Not your life or my life, but life as a whole!
What more can I say. I'm so enthusiastic. My mind is getting flooded with numerous such instances from my own life. But I want YOU to do this. Yes, please do this. If you feel like (if you can overcome your usual laziness) share here, for all of us to recollect similar anecdotes from our own life. It has the power to bring precious-as-pearl smiles, tears, sighs and emotions. I'd only LOVE to read from you, if you allow me to :)
And if you want me also to share these (or more) pieces from my life, tell me about it. I really wouldn't mind it. Infact I'd be only happier, if my readers care about it.
PS- How did I sound? Stupid? Lost? Preachy? Over excited? Or, all of these?
I don't know. It's just a fantastic feeling to be able to (or okay, try to) drive others, my beautiful readers, into a line of thought that I've ALWAYS been hooked onto. My sister jokingly calls me, "yaadein taazu". I need just ONE reason/point to trigger the process I just described above, am always on the verge of it. Might be a little pakau for some, but who cares!
The thing is, of you liked it all, TRY IT!!! And I wish you let me know if any sensation went down your spine/heart/mind etc. If you could feel your own memories fill you with enlightenment. If you too realized, the greatest of all philosophers lies within ourselves, waiting to be brought out in the light.
Did I forget to mention, it's a very healthy and intelligent mental exercise too? :-)
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