Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Love ... the word....
Monday, June 28, 2010
forever young
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Incessant in Anticipation
surreptitiously mine
annals..
Monday, May 31, 2010
Jack of ALL Masters
Its for the 1st time i realized the importance of Jacks!
I had always, very proudly quoted "women are incredible multi taskers would they be called some sort of jacks as well .At least I would like to believe so . So Being a jack is not bad right?. now that i am not comparing which one is good, a Master or a Jack . Let me just express my inkling towards which is one is better , Or should I frame the question the other way, which one out of the two would you like to be? A master, or a Jack who is the master of All Masters .AND ALSO....when do you become a Jack ....? someone has go through the stage of being of master of that "one thing" in order to become a jack . is it ? Or Jacks always are the Jackals.
I hope the latter assumption turns out to be a personified truth. Being a "master" means being the fish which swims like no other , being the "master" means being the cheetah who runs the fastest , its means being the Peraguin Falcon ,unbeatably flying fast .
But Being the "Jack" Means being the Loin KING !
Have jacks always been the ones who have never had any stories , who were part of all stories but were no the hero’s ? Are they always the all rounder’s who only have the big Climax without apparent built up !
Friday, May 28, 2010
The Making !
I read yet another parable , elucidating how to follow dreams . like always it starts with a frivolous child who has no aim and aspirations , not the topper , stuck at wrong places at wrong times , hated and ridiculed by every one , and one day his life changes.
A friend, an acquaintance or an event makes them realize that there is one thing that they are good at , and they don’t put much thought into it. They start following it .
That one thing at which they are better than others, is so easy to be pointed out ,as that’s the only thing everyone thinks, they can do the best .Not sure if they would outshine others , but at least they are not bad at it like for all others things . So they nurture and hone this talent and land being successful in life .
The other stories are of those precocious children who are gifted . Who are the child prodigies and have no stopping in life, nothing is difficult for them, they are gifted , and they start teaching the world before learning from it. These ones are worth listening but have nothing much to learn from their stories! They are gifted children, and its just a simple "wow" with which you read and its all over after that .
Never have I encountered a story of a person who since child hood was good , not even average , but was "good" . Things were difficult but hard work was the key and they made it happen , there was not one thing that they were good at ,there were many .They made it possible eventually when they were asked to do .they can follow any dream if asked to follow . they are the ones if you put a finger they would get it !
They do, do well ,is it ? But never make stories , they are never as shocking for the world, as other counterparts are, they are just always good . They were always performers .They might cut every impediment with sword of hard work and always managed to move on . But my point is that they never make one of those allegories.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
M high
Thursday, May 13, 2010
If You Could Format Life.....

Friday, May 7, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
The Nemesis
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Hollering Out?
Vagaries of life , facets of moods,
I ferret out happiness , living a life of a buffoon.
I should think how I can innervate felicity .
I end up concentrating , how to belittle melancholy .
No matter how much I restrain ,
I would not be irascible.
I am told things that don’t mean a fleck,
To act sane is totally implausible.
I know I am right , but I don’t want to hurt .
I know I can control , but I want to blurt.
May be something is in my mind that tells me that someday I might teach.
I try harder every time , but I loose every time .
I don’t loose because I am incapable of putting my point forthright , I yearn .
I don’t win because teaching dosn’t guarantee , where there is inability to learn .
I start my day with a positive thought ,
Yet I open my eyes in the world around me in fracas .
I despise the figments of my lacerated imagination .
I want them to go away, But even if they do stay ,
Please don't meddle my lucid cognition .
Saturday, May 1, 2010
what is required?
Monday, April 26, 2010
Exhibitionism of women
I don’t know if I should hate the experience . but I hated the sight , I hated the time when I was thinking what might be going on in the minds of the parents of the girl .
The parents with their daughter have travelled long distance to meet the boys family , almost ready to accept proposal .They come in with the optimistic attitude but the attitude changes eventually after they see the reactions of the prospective boys family , the reactions they get to see are not bad or offensive but yes, not optimistic as much as with what the girls family had arrived . and from that moment onwards I start feeling the awkwardness in the air .
How can the her parents act like that , what makes them act like as if they are selling a product . I am not angry but I am feeling pity on them. they don’t deserve it , that feeling should be of being proud , the girl says "yes" to the proposal may be because of the parents pressure,her dad has retired and is not keeping well . I felt yesterday she has no power or a stand with BA , MA and all higher studies in best possible education modes , she is still helpless , in no way can she say no! though she is being asked by all, but it’s like well rehearsed! she just cannot be expected to say "no"!

She has to accept ! she says “whatever is good and you think is right for me shall be my decision”. I hate the exhibitionism of women in order to get them married, she could not speak but of course burst out into tears sitting in front of about 15 people , a timid girl , being gawked at by all but the perspective boy. parents trying to push and strike a chord . “ of yes she can talk” of yes she can cook “ oh she can dance ! Wah! Why can’t she speak for her own self. May be if she does she would be thought of as too modern and if she doesn’t she looks like a commodity that is being sold .and on top of that if there has been no conformance from the boys side . the girl’s parents are almost broken .
It’s like they stand nowhere after crossing a distance of miles in hot summer afternoon . trying to smile even at a time they are scared to hell and then going back with no positive sign at all..
I hate it. i am disturbed and I feel helpless as I can’t do anything about this antediluvian process which can never be changed .
I respect women for leaving their life behind their parents their studies their room their friends their books their dresses their relatives their life their dreams , and stand there to be accepted and taken into a house where she knows no one !just for the sake of being taken!
The way she used to talk to parents she can’t now may just on phone . it’s more like a dog when its left for a day home when his owner goes out to work . he has no choice but to go.. he doesn’t know where is he being left , he just trusts his master . he believes no one is going to hit him there … he just believes the day school would as good as home , he would eat drink play just like home… he doesn’t ask or question just stays there for the day sitting there at the corner finding out that nothing is alike.
Worse in the case of a girl. She stays there for life .
I was a staunch feminist . but after this event may be I feel no one should have a girl child , because what the girl has go through at this stage of life (I know it’s a part and parcel of life , but still)and primarily because parents don’t deserve to behave the way they do just to give their daughter away !!! It’s a big insult for the daughter to see them that way! Peace Out!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
A holy predicament !
