A matter of difference

In this world, when the urban living is all about equality between a man and a woman, I would like to underline the difference between a man and a woman,
Isn’t she too special to be called an equal :P?
I mean, she can be a mother, a sister, a friend, a daughter, a wife…all at the exact same time. We all know he is all that too, but well, can he be all that at one time! No!! He will escape it and instead say, “I need some time alone please! “ :P

She works as a top management official in an MNC, but she never forgets to call her son to check if he has had his lunch on time. He instead knows his wife is taking care of everything…he just need not bother!

She is at home, tending to her in laws, attending regular guests, serving them snacks and tea, looking after her kids, their studies, their health, their food, he is there, he loves her, but he can live without thinking about all this because his wife is taking care of everything!

She is just married, ambitious, successful and smart. She has returned from office, exhausted and hungry. But still she has the love and the energy to make a nice meal (moreover what her husband likes) for both of them, no doubt he can take her out to dine or help her in the kitchen, but can he take charge and let her rest? Can he manage to cook the whole meal after his hard day at work….every single day? Instead he just knows she is there, to take care of everything.
There is a huge difference, between how a man thinks and how a woman thinks…..it’s only a wonder how she takes care of so many people around her, and manages to keep all of them happy. She forgets her happiness in the process, but smiles through it all. A woman takes care of your emotional needs ….
In a wife, hides a mother.
In a mother, hides a friend.
In a friend, hides a sister.
She is more than words can explain. She is a woman.
I am not saying that men are not capable, but it’s just that they don’t have it in them….maybe god wanted it that way…
My message to all the men who know such magical women is ...

Tell them how special they are...
Express yourself…
Don’t bottle up your feelings in your heart thinking there is no need for it to be told…
Say it aloud instead!
Say it again and again…is there any harm in it?
All you can do for her is this!
She will take care of everything else! Isn’t it?

Inspiration

I generally dont watch reality shows, but when it comes to Dance India Dance on Zee Tv, I watch it whenever I get the chance and the time! Just day before yesterday I watched this amazing performance of Khushboo and Salman, they performed as handicaps, one of her leg was folded and tied up and one of his hand was tucked and tied inside his tshirt. They danced flawlessly. To watch them was too overwhelming, not just because it was a beautiful performance, but because the deep harsh reality of life was also portrayed strongly!
So, I want to write a post about a boy I met some months ago. My father in law was admitted to a hospital, while visiting him, I met a 20 year old boy, his name was Ramiz, he had met with a terrible accident. He worked in Mac donalds, in Mumbai and lived in Mumbra. While travelling home one day, he fell off from the racing local train and lost both his arms. Mostly he was on sedatives to stop the sensation of pain which he would continuously feel, but when he used to be awake and fortunately without any pain, I and Amit would chat with him, he spoke with so much confidence and conviction, that we would be totally amazed! One day we asked him what he loved to eat the most, with bright smile on his face and candid words spilling out from his mouth, he announced, "Maharaja Mac Chicken Burger!!" We all laughed together looking at him, and then told him that the next day we would gift him the same for lunch, he was elated and agreed!
When we gave him the burger the following day, his father obligingly smiled at us. Then opened it and fed his son lovingly. We wanted to pamper him more, nothing we did was enough for his inspiring soul.
Before saying goodbye to Ramiz, Amit gave him his visiting card and told him to call anytime he needed anything, he agreed and beamed.
We never got his call, he had his self respect in place though in most people's eyes he was very much pitied. I will never forget him. He taught me a lot, whitout even knowing it himself.
Thankyou Ramiz. May god bless you!!

f R i E n D s !!!

Every day when I come home from work, tired, exhausted and stressed, I am still happy at heart….guess Y?
Because its time for F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It’s the best time in my life!!
My blues become pinks…..:P


When I see Rach (I love her the best) whine (very stylishly :P) the millionth time!


When Ross acts excited over the smallest thing in the world as if it’s the ultimate!!!


When Phoebs sings the most irrelevant songs making them awfully interesting!!

When Joey acts stupid without knowing it himself, three times in the same episode!!

When Mon goes crazy with her cleaniliness maddness every 2 minutes!!!

When Chandler (My Favourite)cracks his eerily funny jokes and freaks out big time if no one laughs!!!

They are my friends, I love them and I adore them, they make my ordinary

day extraordinary ….absolutely effortlessly!!!

Does it happen to you!!! :P (I bet it does)

Life mends itself sometimes.....

On one hot sunny day, She was returning home from college, singing aloud in her heart , her list of favourite songs and dutifully window shopping, just when she saw a school class mate standing at the bus stop, she remembered the day she had harshly shouted at him, warned him not to ever talk to her again, embarrassed him in front of her whole class! Why? Because he had developed feelings for her!! She had been rude, but it was her age which was at fault. She had been only 14 then! Now it all came back to her and she felt sorry for this guy, he was obviously no more her friend and she was seeing him after 5 years!!
As she approached him, she made up mind to be cordial with him, she halted and said hi, smiled at him, asked him how he was doing in life, he was obviously taken by surprise, he answered giving her a slight smile. The she said goodbye and started walking again. She was feeling nice that she had repaired something she had never thought she would. Though she did not intend to be friends with him again, she at least had cleared her slate of life! She was nearing home now, a little tired and hungry…the thoughts of what must be cooking at home popped into her mind, and suddenly she heard his voice from behind her. She turned around, he was standing right in front of her, sweaty and panting, breathing heavily. She looked at him totally puzzled, finally he spoke, “Thankyou for talking to me!” He smiled at her and turned around, became invisible in the crowd, she stood there, like a statue, she was totally amused! She walked towards home….with an unfading grin on her face!

Somethings are never forgotten, because they just happen, you dont do them.

breathe a little....

a dream is born....
a desire thus born.....
time passes...
efforts shine.....
pride knocks.....
dream is nearing.......
finally it is there......
to be rejoiced ....
but, it is forgotten....
for another dream....
hearts sinks.....
cribs forever.....
things mess up......

the dream was never lived....
the dream which was so special...
now down in the heaps....
of a cluttered mind....


dream a dream....
live a dream.....
take a breath....
smell the freshness....
sense the joy around....
then march ahead...
to dream again....
dont stop dreaming....
but also, breathe a little....
be happy...a little...
smile a little.....

I Hate Goodbyes!!

Since a couple of days I am feeling low, first because my parents went back to Mumbai after their stay of a couple of days…this time they didn’t stay much, as my dad has to leave for Lagos soon….no time on hand….a very quick visit!!! Second because my neighbour also shifted to Hyderabad.
I know we have to face it….and it will be better….but today I am feeling low……I want to go home and get under a warm quilt and doze off to sleep for as many hours as I want instead of working my A** off in office!
Its one of those days…..when the world becomes gloomy to your eyes…..to your soul…..its a phase which will pass …..but its like….I want to live this phase too…..remember it……so that I can live the brighter days with more joy than ever….
I know maybe I am getting haywire with my thought….no control….no meaning…..
Felt like sharing the feeling (whatever it is) with all of you!!!

Fear or Faith

I read Aditi’s post about devosanal atyachar; I was helped to write this post. Thanks AS :P
We moved to Chennai, away from home, but always proud of the fact that we got a house in a very posh area, Adyar. We were so thankful to the fact that everything was so near by, be it grocery, bakery, malls, etc. Though I am not a very religious person, I was grateful (more grateful were by parents and my in laws that there was a beautiful temple right in front of our house ;P) that due to the temple it always felt safe, there was security for the temple, there was a liveliness around the area. Whenever my parents or Amit’s parents praised our house, to anyone and everyone….the temple was the highlight of it all!! They were in awe of it.
Just a few days ago, it was the temple’s 15th birthday, that’s when we realized we were actually older than the temple :P . Earlier we had a notion that the temple was quite old! Well there was this huge board put up right next to the gate of the temple. It listed the time table of the ten days celebration programmes which would be held right in front of our house! I knew what was coming because as it is the temple celebrated innumerable days, by blocking our path to enter our home, we had to request the police to let us go inside the blocked “Temple Zone” explaining him with all sorts of actions that we lived inside! But this time it was even bigger than anything happened before. The following day I returned from office on my scooty to notice the Temple zone area extended till the end of our street. I somehow managed to enter inside, but to my amazement what I saw was ….there were thousands of people sitting right in front of our building gate. Some were sitting on chairs; others were sitting with a mat on the road. There were policemen patrolling everywhere. There was no way that I could ride my scooty inside my building! I asked the policeman, he instructed me to park it anywhere I could find place outside the Temple Zone! I got really upset. Well but I had no option but to listen to him, I parked my scooty at the nearest spot I could manage to grab and walked towards my building….I saw a plasma screen and a projector put up outside the temple for the people who couldn’t fit in inside the hall…a woman was singing classical songs loudly ….as I reached the main gate….there were people standing near the gate, some were sitting on it, some were taking support of it to stand. I went near them; no one even realized I intended to go inside! I requested in a very stern way (I know it was less of a request : P…but I had returned from office, also I was holding 3 carry bags, in which were vegetables and some grocery, helmet, my Tupperware Tiffin kit and my purse, it was getting heavy to hold minute by minute)
I reached the third floor, exhausted and irritated, unlocked my home…kept the bags on the sofa, drank some cold water, and called Amit to let him know….so that he got prepared for the situation he was going to face…:P What I strongly feel is people are welcome to celebrate anything and everything as long as they are not causing any inconvinience to anyone. Also, I am not against being religious, but going over board over anything is a bit too much……what I most of the times observe is that people visit temples more because of the fear in god than the faith. God is a friend not your boss who will give you promotions and perks if you are good to him…….god is more than all this….he is also inside your home….inside you too….if you wish to see him….you need to peep inside you ….not outside…