The author of this blog stopped writing here long time back. The posts published here embarrass her now. And hence, there is very little chance that she is going to write here again.

This blog is hence declared to be in a state of COMA.

Once upon a time when we were innocent

In the barren lawns of a plot under construction, stood a cart. Around half a dozen little children were frolicking around, in the little space that the cart had to offer. While their parents—all daily wage earners—were sweating it out in the cruel heat of June, laying bricks, carrying loads of cement on their weak shoulders that rested on under-nourished bodies, and were doing all other jobs that any construction laborer would, these children were too happy to have found some sort of a treasure. To me it all looked like some dangerous tribal people had found their food for the day—a healthy man—and were taking good care of it, feeding it and decorating it, so that the meal would turn out to be a delicious one. Spooky. 

Thanklessness: A vent-out

NOTE: However directed it may seem, this little piece of rhyme goes out to the shamelessly thankless folks trending these days. If you've ever felt the world is losing out on the priceless emotion called "gratitude", read this short piece. 
She doesn't seek money, she doesn't seek fame
The best of all worlds, too she doesn't claim
In life all she wants, is what she truly deserves

"I want to write a novel. But I don't have a love story."

How many of you have sworn to 'do something different' every single day and digested the "resolve" with the next bite of your meal? How many of you have aggressively cursed our country's grade-based-racist education system à la '3 Idiots', everytime a nerd who, according to you, badly needs to get a life, stole away the limelight? How many of you find it hard to get over old school-memories, for the simple reason that those days of knickers and lollipops were when you last stood first, even if it was just a primary-school

Double–Standards

Double–standards no longer mean being, who you actually are not. 
They're now more about NOT admitting that you are, who you actually are not!
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The gods who serve- Mothers

We all know what our moms mean to us. And why at all they do. There are these weird times of introspection when I place myself next to my mother, wondering if I could ever match up to the divine lady's spirit of life. Her sacrifices, her feelings, her selflessness, her unbelievably immense care for family ... et al. There are times when I make losses due to my careless mistakes, financial or others, so many times I do, and she has the patience to shrug it off all with a "leave it now.

"Woman—a Complement, or a Commodity to Man?"- Exclusive guest post

Here is a fantastic article by an amazing friend of mine, the well-known editor of one of the most popular news satire websites of the country, News That Matters Not. A superb writer, Tanay Sukumar, the man himself, giving that rare voice of support with this piece, to the plight of all women who have to see their self-respect suffer everyday, at the hands of immoral and unethical attitude of several men. This one's a must read. Trust me. We don't treat our ladies well. And you, the man, are a very ignorant and narrow-minded fellow, doing awful injustice to the other gender, if you agreed to the previous statement just by considering what the daily newspaper barks out about the way the society treats women. Oh, the newspapers have bypassed those stages of evolution when only the minor and the medium of all offences possible to a woman's modesty would make news—today it is just the extreme that makes news and gets recognised. But the rest that goes on, are unfortunately, offences, all the same. The society is plagued with a bundle of other daily blunders that we subject our ladies to, without ever caring to care, and caring to realise; if ever caring to realise, then seldom caring to mend.

Stats in play

I am not writing in this post...anything, really, you CAN take a deep sigh of relief. Just felt like sharing a few snapshots of this week's stats, as given by blogger– the only ray of hope for the writer in me, given the low amount of feedback readers like to give. (Sigh...)
Thought you might find them interesting! Or ...well, leave it. :P
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"Love at first sight". Blah.

"For me, it was like love at first sight. The first time I saw her, I was like, wow! she's HOT!"
This is what John Abraham had to say on 'The Simi Garewal show' post his "amicable" break-up with Bipasha Basu, if a recent Newspaper magazine's story is anything to go by, that is.
Take a bow, Mr. Abraham, for you deliberately, or not so, made a statement that, at least in my eyes, is enough to put all debates at rest, debates that have been going strong for centuries together, on the possibilities of "love at first sight" existing in this world and if existing, being credible enough to be termed as "true love". That the phrase "true love" itself is a much debated and talked-about one, and certainly not well defined, is a different matter altogether.

Justin Beaver voted as the best voice. Female category.

In a one-of-its-kind survey carried out by Peepal's magazine, Justin Beaver easily beat all competition and was unanimously (and anonymously) chosen as the favorite voice of music lovers all over the world. In the female category. Ahem.
The survey, carried out on thousands of music lovers had put on poll a collection of numbers by various artists from across the globe, both male and female. Those participating in the survey were made to listen to each of these songs and vote two of them as their favorites, one each for the female and male category. They were not told who the songs were sung by as the survey had the objective of not letting the singer's popularity interfere with the choice of genuine music. The participants had to simply submit in serial order, their two favorite songs (one male, one female- from what they heard) as part of the poll. 

Knowing people...

Ironically, the people who understand us best are either the ones who know us to bits, or the ones who don't know us at all. 
Like they say, little knowledge is dangerous, even if it is knowledge about people.
Says,
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Study finds, Paris Hilton’s dog leads a life way better than 98% of the human population

Before you read: This post, written by me only, was originally published at/by News That Matters Not
Los Angeles: 
UFO (Unidentified Fraud Organization), numero uno in releasing the silliest survey results of the world, have found in their latest survey, that Tinkerbell, Paris Hilton’s chihuahua dog is not only the luckiest among dogs and animals across the globe, but is also leading a life way better than at least 98% of human population.

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