The Woman in your Life

Got this email from a friend and colleague- Thanks Neo:)




Very well written................Its awesome.. girls def u should read and feel proud.. guys read and understand


Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;


Who is earning almost as much as you do;

One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are;


One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen


One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;


One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;


Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

But not many guys understand this...

Papa Kehte Hain

Heard this in a crowded Airport Lounge-

Son, someday you will make a girl very happy, for a short period of time. Then she will leave you and be with men that are tens times better than you could ever hope to be. These men are called musicians....


It is not the "right" or "wrong" of the statement that caught my attention- but the conviction in the voice-the conviction that stems out of years of belief and experience...the faith that moves mountains........

Macavity: The Mystery Cat

My FAV poem-wish I had a cat like this...sigh.....


Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw -
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air -
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Mcavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square -
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair -
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair -
But it's useless to investigate - Mcavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
`It must have been Macavity!' - but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long-division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spaer:
At whatever time the deed took place - MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

From Uncle Sam's Kitty

So Uncle Sam caught hold of me yesterday-

" Why do u always write fiction-55 with unhappy endings

" Well, er, um I guess I am usually sad when I write them"

"That is no reason- you should be able to switch off and think of variety, Art for Art's Sake"

So Uncle Sam in his great magnamity has shared some of his Fiction -55 pieces , Uncle Sam is unavilable for comments, you can give your comments to me instead-

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He left at 7 - a dark night in Wintry Delhi ..?He had been neglecting studies and acting suspiciously of late - going without notice for hours altogether but this was the limit! Tonight he will be questioned .. As the clock struck 10 and tempers mounted, a familiar voice came on the radio.

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She woke up, startled by the noise of a car driving off – next to her, the bed was empty, left warm by its tenant; she sighed and dozed off; no different from the others she thought.
She woke up, startled by the noise of a car parking …

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She woke up, startled by the noise of a car driving off – next to her, the bed was empty, left warm by its tenant; she tensed – her parents had told her to be careful with guys in the city - and sobbed hopelessly .. until she heard a car parking …

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The noise woke her up; she gathered her slippers and rubbed her eyes - damned rats or the cat after the damned rats. She took her hairbrush and stepped through the kitchen door to see him standing at the stove – making tea. Errr.. I’m sorry I forgot your name from last night.. she blurted

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Don’t push him – he’ll fall .. he shrieked, but Mamma said, not to worry dear, he won’t! But Dad was anxious, the branch his son was on was too tenous and quite high for his age when the inevitable happened

He flapped his wings furiously even as he fell and gained flight

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He kissed everyone just as he had thought, he collected the award with the right pose as the cameras clicked, the thank you speech was a resounding success and he walked back to his seat with elan as if it he received them all his life!! After all 5 rehearsals did count…

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He forgot the kisses he meant to give, he held the statutte too tightly on stage, he fumbled with his speech and went back to his seat thinking - all those preparations from the past 6 years were futile. Such moments deserve their spontaneity.