Am tired of-
1. Big huge, blunderous Phone bills for calls I haven't made
2. Being called a "Bubbly Cheerful Ever Smiling Gal" at work- Hello am much more than that
3. Being told to lose weight- Dont want to interfere with God's Scheme for me:)
4. Huge credit card bills-gosh why do they have to be so treacherous
5. Having to be politically correct
6. Not having enough money- just how much is enough:)I wonder......
7. Not getting enough time to spend with someone special
Well that's all I can think of now- it feels good to crib :)
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Do Women make worse Bosses
It's a question that came to my mind- after reading to a lot of tales about women in power in different Industries and Functions- Are women in power and responsible positions obsessed with proving their mettle? Do they go on a overdrive leading to discontentment within their teams?Is it because they are still a minority that they suffer from insecurities ? Look at the examples below-
Pooja Bhatt- Director and Producer of Indian Feature Films- Nearly every movie that she produces/directors gets noticed because of some controversy with the staff-either the actors or the Film Crew- the nauture of complaints are nearly the same- Bad Behaviour, not keeping promises in terms of roles, remunerations, petty behaviour like chopping of roles etc etc. I am not sure though if this is a publicity stunt- if it is- it is quite a juvenile one which obviously doesn't seem to be working- given the box office results of her films
Ektaa Kapoor- Another one in the same or rather similar industry- She is the queen of Indian Television - and she demands attention apparently like a queen in ways that would put Cleopatra to shame.Apparently she dictates her staff about which informal gatherings they should attend or they shouldn't attend, replaces cast on minor disputes wihout any heed to contracts etc. Her recent appearance on a popular Chat Show with her "yes" Men in tow- kind of validated all the rumours- If I had a production house and was surrounded by cronies who say "yes" to everything I say- I would have drowned in embarrassment
Kiran Bedi- She has always made news for various resons and has always made us proud also. But at the same time there have been lesser known reports of her subordinates not being happy with her, her high-handedness has always been a corridor discussion in the IPS Cadre. What's more she is highly unapologetic about her behaviour and insists on it given the fact that she is the face of Indian Police Service( which is no mean feat by any standards of course)
There are numerous other examples from the corporate world that I keep hearing all the time-one in my org- a very simple one but very indicative
In a org that prides itself on being one of the first to introduce the "first name" culture- my female boss manages to get many of her reportees to call her "Madam" and is quite happy about it:)There are other 9 Directors in the org -all of them Male- have never heard anyone of them doing that- Even Gates answers to Bill:)))
Of course these are very few examples and I would be quite happy to know about instances contradicting my assumption:))
Pooja Bhatt- Director and Producer of Indian Feature Films- Nearly every movie that she produces/directors gets noticed because of some controversy with the staff-either the actors or the Film Crew- the nauture of complaints are nearly the same- Bad Behaviour, not keeping promises in terms of roles, remunerations, petty behaviour like chopping of roles etc etc. I am not sure though if this is a publicity stunt- if it is- it is quite a juvenile one which obviously doesn't seem to be working- given the box office results of her films
Ektaa Kapoor- Another one in the same or rather similar industry- She is the queen of Indian Television - and she demands attention apparently like a queen in ways that would put Cleopatra to shame.Apparently she dictates her staff about which informal gatherings they should attend or they shouldn't attend, replaces cast on minor disputes wihout any heed to contracts etc. Her recent appearance on a popular Chat Show with her "yes" Men in tow- kind of validated all the rumours- If I had a production house and was surrounded by cronies who say "yes" to everything I say- I would have drowned in embarrassment
Kiran Bedi- She has always made news for various resons and has always made us proud also. But at the same time there have been lesser known reports of her subordinates not being happy with her, her high-handedness has always been a corridor discussion in the IPS Cadre. What's more she is highly unapologetic about her behaviour and insists on it given the fact that she is the face of Indian Police Service( which is no mean feat by any standards of course)
There are numerous other examples from the corporate world that I keep hearing all the time-one in my org- a very simple one but very indicative
In a org that prides itself on being one of the first to introduce the "first name" culture- my female boss manages to get many of her reportees to call her "Madam" and is quite happy about it:)There are other 9 Directors in the org -all of them Male- have never heard anyone of them doing that- Even Gates answers to Bill:)))
Of course these are very few examples and I would be quite happy to know about instances contradicting my assumption:))
Monday, August 20, 2007
The Wonder Years
Today I came across several of my school friends' profiles in Orkut- and for a good twenty minutes my mind drifted back to the past- to those wonder years- when life was lived for its own sake-without any deadlines or purposes .....One of the benefits of living in a small town is the high visiblity and familiarity with each other. The school years-the large part of it spent in girlish leisure, discovering the joys of growing each day- I remember the first time I read a mills and boons in class 9 I think- i went to sleep dreaming of knights in shining armour....
There was this other incident I remember when I got a prize for embroidery and needle work- when I barely could manage to sew buttons on my shirt- it was the first time I won something which I did not deserve - the sinking feeling in my tummy did not subside- learnt a very important lesson that day- its important to earn success in order to be able to enjoy it- the sense of accomplishment doesnt come easy....
Exam results, competitions, debates, quizzes, petty quarrels, sharing tiffins, planning picnics-all those seem to be a part of an alien world now....Maya, Monika, Ananya, Tanushree-some of close friends then- are now completely out of my orbit- likewise I am for them....Maya fulfilled her dream of becoming a doctor, Monika is a banker, Ananya and Tanushree are homemakers and I drifted into the corporate world....and thus moved apart our worlds- once friends for forever...now good thoughts and memories in each other's hearts...
Such is Life.....
There was this other incident I remember when I got a prize for embroidery and needle work- when I barely could manage to sew buttons on my shirt- it was the first time I won something which I did not deserve - the sinking feeling in my tummy did not subside- learnt a very important lesson that day- its important to earn success in order to be able to enjoy it- the sense of accomplishment doesnt come easy....
Exam results, competitions, debates, quizzes, petty quarrels, sharing tiffins, planning picnics-all those seem to be a part of an alien world now....Maya, Monika, Ananya, Tanushree-some of close friends then- are now completely out of my orbit- likewise I am for them....Maya fulfilled her dream of becoming a doctor, Monika is a banker, Ananya and Tanushree are homemakers and I drifted into the corporate world....and thus moved apart our worlds- once friends for forever...now good thoughts and memories in each other's hearts...
Such is Life.....
Thursday, August 09, 2007
The pic
Against the backdrop of the setting sun and the shimmering lake-both of them stood...
And the moment was captured for ever- One standing gaunt, the years of experience lining his face, The other-a younger version, looking ahead with a humility that comes with realization of the twists of life.........
The writing on his T shirt stood out conspiciously-Santosa Island
How things get mixed............
And the moment was captured for ever- One standing gaunt, the years of experience lining his face, The other-a younger version, looking ahead with a humility that comes with realization of the twists of life.........
The writing on his T shirt stood out conspiciously-Santosa Island
How things get mixed............
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Somebody Else's Kids-3
The problem that Ginny faced that nearly everyone she interacted with- forgot or ignored the fact that she was not quite like everyone and needed care and understanding- and that included me as well
So often we pay attention to visible disabilites- blindless, limps, deformation of limbs etc.
She had a brain malfunction- I dont quite remember what its called now
All I remember is she couldnt read remember or recognise words and letters
Dumb, Lazy, unfit, slow- these were some of her prep school teachers had labelled her
Failing in every test...her spirit never failed
Finally they brought her to me- Now I had 3 of them
So often we pay attention to visible disabilites- blindless, limps, deformation of limbs etc.
She had a brain malfunction- I dont quite remember what its called now
All I remember is she couldnt read remember or recognise words and letters
Dumb, Lazy, unfit, slow- these were some of her prep school teachers had labelled her
Failing in every test...her spirit never failed
Finally they brought her to me- Now I had 3 of them
Thursday, August 02, 2007
The Difference Between Men and Women
I just HAD TO share this!!! It's NOT written by me but whoever wrote it did a brilliant job.
Let's say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"
And then, there is silence in the car.
To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.
And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.
And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
And Fred is thinking: ...so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
And Martha is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.
And Fred is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.
And Martha is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.
And Fred is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty...scumballs.
And Martha is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.
And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...
"Fred," Martha says aloud.
"What?" says Fred, startled.
"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...oh dear, I feel so..."(She breaks down, sobbing.)
"What?" says Fred.
"I'm such a fool," Martha sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."
"There's no horse?" says Fred.
"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Martha says.
"No!" says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.
"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Martha says. (There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)
"Yes," he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
"Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?" she says.
"What way?" says Fred.
"That way about time," says Martha.
"Oh," says Fred. "Yes." (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)
"Thank you, Fred," she says.
"Thank you," says Fred.
Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.
The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, ex-pression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.
They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.
Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?"
And that's the difference between men and women.
Let's say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"
And then, there is silence in the car.
To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.
And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.
And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
And Fred is thinking: ...so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
And Martha is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.
And Fred is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.
And Martha is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.
And Fred is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty...scumballs.
And Martha is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.
And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...
"Fred," Martha says aloud.
"What?" says Fred, startled.
"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...oh dear, I feel so..."(She breaks down, sobbing.)
"What?" says Fred.
"I'm such a fool," Martha sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."
"There's no horse?" says Fred.
"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Martha says.
"No!" says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.
"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Martha says. (There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)
"Yes," he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
"Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?" she says.
"What way?" says Fred.
"That way about time," says Martha.
"Oh," says Fred. "Yes." (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)
"Thank you, Fred," she says.
"Thank you," says Fred.
Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.
The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, ex-pression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.
They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.
Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?"
And that's the difference between men and women.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Someone Else's Kids- 2
Ali-the other boy in my school- For want of a better word I use the word "school" its more like a care centre...
Ali-Ten, Brown, strong, with a vocabulary that has a expletive added with every 3 words
His file read-" Refugee from Bangladesh, illegal migration, 6 months back in a family scuffle, witnessed his mother stabbing his father with a knife, she is currently in custody as a undertrial"
While I droned about the ten commandments, Ali sang a hindi song in his childish voice......
Ali-Ten, Brown, strong, with a vocabulary that has a expletive added with every 3 words
His file read-" Refugee from Bangladesh, illegal migration, 6 months back in a family scuffle, witnessed his mother stabbing his father with a knife, she is currently in custody as a undertrial"
While I droned about the ten commandments, Ali sang a hindi song in his childish voice......
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Someone Else's Kids-1
"We did it when I was thirteen , he told me I couldnt get preganant...."
The little girl standing in front of me- 14, shy, catholic and pregnant, thrown out by her parents, brought to the institute and put under my care
She traced a small red mark on her arm- "I didnt like it much -it was painful"
I have often wondered how do big things of life fit in small discussions......
The little girl standing in front of me- 14, shy, catholic and pregnant, thrown out by her parents, brought to the institute and put under my care
She traced a small red mark on her arm- "I didnt like it much -it was painful"
I have often wondered how do big things of life fit in small discussions......
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Message for my Guardian Angel
Paging for U- Where Art Thou....
I have landed myself in a mess again...
As my friend P told me- " Since the last 5 years that I have known u, Your ability to create virtual and real messy situations all around u makes me laugh as well as intrigues me"
Well that's an honest opinion....
If I were to rate ur performance rating -you would have been on ur way out....
On second thoughts - Had u done your job properly- Life would have been so bland....
For eg- I wouldnt have landed up at Howrah station at 10.00pm to catch a train scheduled at 9.50 pm and see it moving out of the platform right in front of me and me stranded there
Or I wouldnt have tried to help A and landed myself in trouble with her current boyfriend and my close friend S who is his ex-girlfried( such a small world!!!!)
Or I wouldnt have written a cheque for 5 Lakhs for my landlord when I owed him Rs 5000, what happened next is a nightmare-best forgotten
Well Well Well the list is endless.....
Currently I have gone and put my foot in my mouth again...so pls come back...I am putting u on a Performance Improvement Plan- consider this as your last chance of redeeming yourself in my esteem...
So long Buddy- Stay Happy.....
Regards
Mishi
I have landed myself in a mess again...
As my friend P told me- " Since the last 5 years that I have known u, Your ability to create virtual and real messy situations all around u makes me laugh as well as intrigues me"
Well that's an honest opinion....
If I were to rate ur performance rating -you would have been on ur way out....
On second thoughts - Had u done your job properly- Life would have been so bland....
For eg- I wouldnt have landed up at Howrah station at 10.00pm to catch a train scheduled at 9.50 pm and see it moving out of the platform right in front of me and me stranded there
Or I wouldnt have tried to help A and landed myself in trouble with her current boyfriend and my close friend S who is his ex-girlfried( such a small world!!!!)
Or I wouldnt have written a cheque for 5 Lakhs for my landlord when I owed him Rs 5000, what happened next is a nightmare-best forgotten
Well Well Well the list is endless.....
Currently I have gone and put my foot in my mouth again...so pls come back...I am putting u on a Performance Improvement Plan- consider this as your last chance of redeeming yourself in my esteem...
So long Buddy- Stay Happy.....
Regards
Mishi
Monday, July 16, 2007
Comfortably Numb-2
No one asked me what I want,I have got used to being unasked
Life continues to pass by through several years, experiences, moments, critical situations- all of these I scale through carefully ministered instructions.....
Controlled, clinical peace....
Comfortably Numb Again
Life continues to pass by through several years, experiences, moments, critical situations- all of these I scale through carefully ministered instructions.....
Controlled, clinical peace....
Comfortably Numb Again
Sunday, July 15, 2007
An Ode to Long Distance Love
A long distance love can be lovely,
There’s passion and romance,
You can meet in new wonderful places,
You can wine, you can dine, you can dance.
Leave regular life far behind you,
No work and no phones and no bills,
This is the time for just playing,
No cleaning up messes or spills.
After the fun is all done,
Go back to your life and be you,
Stay in your boxers or sweats,
Be a slob, ignore the shampoo.
Yes, long distance love can be lovely,
When you plan it, the romance is there,
But the rest of life just isn’t bothered,
What a great way to spell love affair!
A long distance love can be lovely,
There’s passion and romance,
You can meet in new wonderful places,
You can wine, you can dine, you can dance.
Leave regular life far behind you,
No work and no phones and no bills,
This is the time for just playing,
No cleaning up messes or spills.
After the fun is all done,
Go back to your life and be you,
Stay in your boxers or sweats,
Be a slob, ignore the shampoo.
Yes, long distance love can be lovely,
When you plan it, the romance is there,
But the rest of life just isn’t bothered,
What a great way to spell love affair!
Comfortably Numb
It was the moment of truth, the realization hit her like lightning...
But the feeling was familiar- a sense of deja-vu,
It didn't hurt anymore- She has become Comfortably Numb
But the feeling was familiar- a sense of deja-vu,
It didn't hurt anymore- She has become Comfortably Numb
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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...
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........
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........
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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!
Sunday, July 08, 2007
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.
" 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-
....................................................................................
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.
....................................................................................
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 …
....................................................................................
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 …
.....................................................................................
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
.....................................................................................
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
....................................................................................
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…
....................................................................................
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.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
To my Friends
RT Called to advise me on the most imp decision of my life
PP mailed to say sorry
SB1 has become a imp part of my life
BS is single handedly responsible for my huge long phone bills( i hope he reads and recognises his identity:))
PJ and I call each other to check if the other is alive
SD is my best gal pal
RP my new female pal
SS Another alpha pal and colleague
SB2 calls me at weird hours to know my views of one night stands
GG threatens me with dire consequences if I dont call him every 3rd day
AM the crazy dude who thinks the world is crazier
So many friends -from different stages of my life- each of them has shared a part of him or her with me, and I have shared a part of me with each of them.....each of them responsible for contributing to how I am today.....an intersection of time, place and destiny resulted in me knowing each of u....Thank You friends for being there physically, emotionally, unconditionally for me...What would I do without you........
OH God forgive me when I whine
I have wonderful friends-And the world is mine:)
PP mailed to say sorry
SB1 has become a imp part of my life
BS is single handedly responsible for my huge long phone bills( i hope he reads and recognises his identity:))
PJ and I call each other to check if the other is alive
SD is my best gal pal
RP my new female pal
SS Another alpha pal and colleague
SB2 calls me at weird hours to know my views of one night stands
GG threatens me with dire consequences if I dont call him every 3rd day
AM the crazy dude who thinks the world is crazier
So many friends -from different stages of my life- each of them has shared a part of him or her with me, and I have shared a part of me with each of them.....each of them responsible for contributing to how I am today.....an intersection of time, place and destiny resulted in me knowing each of u....Thank You friends for being there physically, emotionally, unconditionally for me...What would I do without you........
OH God forgive me when I whine
I have wonderful friends-And the world is mine:)
Friday, June 29, 2007
Hopes & Dreams
Do we always get what we deserve
Do we always deserve what we get
Here I am -trying to make a home out of nothing
From fragments of hope
And binding them together with Faith
I left my dreams somewhere far away
And lost a part of me- A part that was beautiful
I am mid-way and can't give up
It's the need and necessity that pulls me on
Somewhere this will end, Oh the Futility of it All
Someone waiting forever for someone who never comes home....
Do we always deserve what we get
Here I am -trying to make a home out of nothing
From fragments of hope
And binding them together with Faith
I left my dreams somewhere far away
And lost a part of me- A part that was beautiful
I am mid-way and can't give up
It's the need and necessity that pulls me on
Somewhere this will end, Oh the Futility of it All
Someone waiting forever for someone who never comes home....
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Why we "shout from the rooftops"
My friend asked me- "Why do you women need to shout from the rooftops about your independence and maturity -and the fact that you don't need a man to make you happy. Who's asking anyways and who's interested in what you women do".
Had this question come from a lesser man I wouldnt have given a damn to this thought, but he is one of the few guys I have met who don't carry old stereotypes and can accept mistakes without mincing words..so that set me thinking...and here is what I think could be the reason for what he calls us "we shouting from the rooftops"
1. We don't shout from the rooftops- to start off with- it's just that we are more vocal and verbose about our opinions-and why not- we think our opinions are not opinionated meaning they are not biased or based on seeing one side of the picture. We have been oriented to be neutral, level headed and truthful in every aspect and don't see the reason to hold back our views
2. The fact that we focus more on the man-woman relationship issue is because this is a huge grey area, with loads of things undefined especially in the urban scenario.While urban women have moved a lot and evolved in terms of their thought processes, perception, values etc, somewhr the urban young man is lagging in his ideas, most of them have used their education to enhance their employability , not their EQ. Most of them r still struggling to bridge the gap between what they have
seen as a part of growing up and NOW
3.Its also a fact that its no use "casting pearls before a swine"- In other words we also would not have wasted out time, effort, energies if we felt that it is falling on deaf ears or ears who can't understand or take it- So guys its actually a credit and a compliment to you- we think you can take a slightly bitter pill and accept a different side of the same story
So my friend if you are reading this- I hope I have been able to answer your query-If not .....please let me know your views....and let's take this further- nothing like a coffee and a discussion with an intelligent man:))
Had this question come from a lesser man I wouldnt have given a damn to this thought, but he is one of the few guys I have met who don't carry old stereotypes and can accept mistakes without mincing words..so that set me thinking...and here is what I think could be the reason for what he calls us "we shouting from the rooftops"
1. We don't shout from the rooftops- to start off with- it's just that we are more vocal and verbose about our opinions-and why not- we think our opinions are not opinionated meaning they are not biased or based on seeing one side of the picture. We have been oriented to be neutral, level headed and truthful in every aspect and don't see the reason to hold back our views
2. The fact that we focus more on the man-woman relationship issue is because this is a huge grey area, with loads of things undefined especially in the urban scenario.While urban women have moved a lot and evolved in terms of their thought processes, perception, values etc, somewhr the urban young man is lagging in his ideas, most of them have used their education to enhance their employability , not their EQ. Most of them r still struggling to bridge the gap between what they have
seen as a part of growing up and NOW
3.Its also a fact that its no use "casting pearls before a swine"- In other words we also would not have wasted out time, effort, energies if we felt that it is falling on deaf ears or ears who can't understand or take it- So guys its actually a credit and a compliment to you- we think you can take a slightly bitter pill and accept a different side of the same story
So my friend if you are reading this- I hope I have been able to answer your query-If not .....please let me know your views....and let's take this further- nothing like a coffee and a discussion with an intelligent man:))
Monday, June 25, 2007
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