I woke up this morning to the biggest smile on my face....I attribute this mostly to my hormones and sometimes(mostly) to my oh-so-"giving" boyfriend...So with the blush and smile not showing signs of fading,i realise its times to brush....my glow in the mirror says a different story(whole other post for that)....STORY?!!!..sheesh this A.D.D is getting the better of me.....
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The idea behind this post was born thanks to Anthony Weiners fall from grace...For those who have no clue:Congressman/sexter Anthony Weiner‘s beautiful wife Huma Abedin is the latest high profile woman to be stunned to learn that her husband had a shocking sexual double life...Also with news of Arnold's "love-child" doing the rounds and how can we forget President Bill Clinton famously "did-it", denied it on national television and then capitulated publicly when then mounting evidence became overwhelming.... or our very own Shiney Ahuja??..So,Why do people(mostly men)CHEAT??..And why do women play God and "stand by their man"??....

Lets not critisize culture here....Lets maybe try and get into a CHEATERS psyche....
We all know what “it” is --- the breaking of the seventh commandment: "Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery".....Cheating is more than an action—it's an attitude...Here are the ingredients that go into a cheater's psyche:

1)The more women I have, the sexier I feel.

2)Men aren't designed to be monogamous.

3)Sleeping with other women gives me breathing room in my relationship. It's like a vacation.

4)The other women don't mean anything. I don't see why my wife/gf is so upset.

5)A real man can satisfy more than one woman.

6)I do whatever I can get away with.

7)I have a right to be myself, and this is who I am.

8)It's easier to run to another woman than to face problems with my wife/gf.

9)It's my wife's/gf's fault, really. She doesn't satisfy me.

10)I am open-minded, and I can't help it if other people, including my wife/gf, aren't.

I am not saying every cheater harbors all these attitudes....No cheater does..They make it part of themselves...So,why again???.......
Let me explain(god i sound like a 70 yr old with all the experience and grey hair....P.S:i'm just 22)....Cheaters normally cheat with "less-attractive" counter...It has nothing to do with one’s look. One’s look will not deter a man who is going to cheat...Cheating for the man is about excitement, building up their ego, enjoying the chase and just plain mixing things up(i mean fluids as well)!!!..These men who are in powerful positions now, like Congressman Anthony Weiner or Arnold Schwarzenegger may still feel powerless or small inside — like how they felt growing up...These guys are still driven to prove that they are big men, and they can do that by conquering women, as well as conquering other status symbols. ...So no matter how beautiful the woman, it’s not enough.... Once they’ve conquered the woman by marrying her, the satisfaction goes away.

Now these guys may also be so impressed by their own power and celebrity that they feel “entitled” to cheat....And finally, in the case are some of these shocking cheaters, like Jesse James and perhaps Anthony Weiner — they cheat because deep down they are so insecure they can’t believe they actually “landed” the wife they have.... They can’t believe she actually loved them....So they decide like Jesse James that their wives must be faking their feelings. ..And that entitles them to cheat....

Relationships have got to be more erotically passionate...One of the reasons why i don't like calling marriage an "institute"....makes it seem like jail!!.....Adultery or Cheating somehow seems to have these erotic secrets that otherwise lack.....One needs to feel that desirability and erotic passion to hold on.....The thought of cheating irks when they lose their identity as a man/woman....Women especially cheat on grounds of these cause they become a wife/mother etc...and lose their "desirability....So when a man comes along..they regain it ,because he relates to them as someone desirable and beautiful...


So, if you have thoughts about cheating....Get from your partner what you got or you think will get from them!!!...Be absolutely brutally honest(my boyfriends seen my horns!!!)...One wants to be treasured ...One want to be "made-love" to....One wants their entire body being appreciated(even if it means hit the gym to gain that)....One wants to be complimented and returned the favour(even in bed!!)....And you'll be turned on just by a stare.....

Its been a rough day...Like really....not cause i was jabbing teeth or working with a hacksaw(could really use one on my boyfriend today)....but simple cause i was ALONE...i think its more to do with my female hormones at this time of the month...they turn me anywhere between happy and horny in a matter of seconds....and no!!!...your not happy when horny and alone....

So,in times like these i turn to my very faithful yet falsified networking sites...i'm there everywhere...from facebook...to myspace..to twitter....to et cetera ...et cetera...When I first joined Facebook in the summer of 2008, my intentions were strictly voyeuristic.... I read other people's posts, spent hours perusing photos and even "checked in on" (read: stalked) a few exes and their current significant others... It's hard to resist.... I was not, however, inclined to report on my minute-to-minute goings-on: I drank beer... I changed my bra... I took a breath...cleant dog poop...I bought see-through lingerie... It seemed like too much information to disseminate to my growing number of "friends.".....But, before long, like every other user , I got sucked in. Facebook became a part of my daily—even hourly—routine.....I called it a healthy addiction until lately i realised that it does act as a digital anti-depressant of sorts providing us with both self-affirmation and mass-voyeurism..but blurs images so deep that your so far from reality....far from a hug and a kiss...from "friends"...The reason we gravitate towards the social networking even when we are looking to be left alone is because it's no fun to be left alone, alone....

We don’t tell the truth in social networks, but this doesn’t mean we lie.... There is a whole spectrum of ‘untruths’ from selectively updating your status, through over-emphasising elements you choose (and under-emphasising others) to plain untruths (saying you enjoy reading Magical Realism, when really your favourite book is a trashy biography)..... We do this because we want to present ourselves in a way that we want others to see us. ...Online there is a real opportunity to build the personal brand, and so we are all becoming marketers – marketing ourselves....So does this actually matter? Should we all try to be truthful and accurate in social networks.... The truth is that it probably doesn’t.... Whilst social networks are being used as networks of individuals, we are all doing the same thing – we know we don’t upload all photos (probably not those from that party, for example) and so will expect others to act in the same way....Not every user is as enthusiastic and unguarded as I tend to be..... A Facebook page is a fair mirror of its creator........ My shy friends shun photographs and avoid frivolous applications, while my extroverted friends festoon their pages with gewgaws, pass along viral videos and movie quizzes, and inundate me with gifts and pokes (like taps on the shoulder) and superpokes—whimsical announcements that a friend has (virtually) serenaded you, kissed you, or trout-slapped you, and so on. Admittedly, this is inane. ...It is also, in a word, fun.....

Social networking is all of the above and more.....more since it can sink you more into depression cause you cant be anymore ignorant about the world(read:successful friends)...Its a vicious cycle you get engulfed into...and becomes part of you routine like having breakfast....Social Networking is Ironical in it’s name because it doesn’t bring people closer but creates big gaps in relationships with people who really matter the most in our life Parents and Family... Spending lumps of time sitting in front of computer screen is not going to get you friends but living with them sharing happiness and spreading the joy does that.... Facebook, Twitter etc. are good but not better......I have no right to tell you waht to do and what not to do, i can just say… as a friend that Social Networking Websites are great, Facebook is ultimate and Twitter is like your virtual world but excess of everything is bad! don’t use SNS like mad men!
I remember a time when i was playing more than 17 social games including Farmville and update my status even at 4 in the morning.......
I'm just saying get a tad bit real...whilst letting your alter ego get their bit of gratification...

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Mirror Mirror on the Wall...Whose the failure among us all....ME!!!....Its happening again...you cant control it....slipping off your hands while tearing you apart...Not cause its effecting you.....but the people around you...Their pain you wish could be erazed.....
Your alone,technically you really are....Your hiding those tears strong behind you cause when they start there's no stopping them....flood-gates OPEN!!!...They just don't STOP!!!
STOP!!!..You wanna scream it loud....Just fucking STOOOPPPPP!!!!.......I want the steering wheel....The remote...The time machine...The escape....The Drug....THE END!!!!
The "End"...I love romancing it...The idea of no expectation...nothing to look forward to..nothing can hurt you no more...your numb...nothing worse can happen...Its finally "Happily Ever After".....
The happily ever after you've always craved for...That you NEED, DESIRE and LUST!!!...Its your ultimate orgasm....No more miss fairy-tale...No princess....No prince charming....No white gown with a long train....No kiss to seal the deal...NO...NO...NONE-EVER......
EVER wondered why i write???....Its my escape....My antidote...My Ecstasy....You cry with tears....My Pen bleeds....Its bleeds my heart...My soul...My Pain!!!....
PAIN you don't wanna tell anyone about...pain you wish you could share but cant...pain thats eating you alone...pain if shared wouldn't be judged....just a listen...A hug....Maybe try UNDERSTANDING...maybe NOT...
Understanding is difficult....I'm yet to understand life...I guess LIFE is something one cant understand...,rather one doesn't need to....
LIFE i wanna give up on you.....Stop conflicting my mind...I just wanna give up on you....I tried going parallel with you....But your ways are too dark and gloomy....Your the wicked witch of my fairy tale....WITCH....no no...rather the BITCH....
FUCKING BITCHES.....my ego...my attitude...my attributes....all bitches...I built them to protect me...not destroy ME...NOT ME!!!!....
ME??....Who am i???...Daddys little princess??...Mommys' big pain???....Sisters big hug???....The bitch of high-school???.......The humble stranger you wish you knew???...The wannabe bimbo???...The foul mouthed drama queen???....The slut you'd wish dead???....Or the PROTECTIVE friend???....
Why dint i PROTECT myself enough??....ENCLOSE myself...A cocoon so no hurt can seep in....Nothing can hurt...Actually i did....or i tried....But they always have loop-holes....They always know their way around it....They always WILL.....
WILL i be remembered???.....and for what???...The bad example you give your kids???....The one you'd wish not to be born off???....A friend to be made unknown..??....A girlfriend never to be owned??....A WHAT???....I know these answers....These answers make for a good read.....
ANSWERS for this life....answers to god....Answers to yours and mine....Just Answers....The last i'll remember is these answers....Just answers...Just answered MIRRORED............

Humans are said to be the only creature in God’s creation gifted with free will. I’m proud of this privilege, knowing I’m a child of the Divine. But as the years pass by I discovered a disturbing truth about my existence in this life. Much to my belief that I act according to my volition I was mistaken.

The starkest truth I have come upon is that I am no different from the inferior creatures living in this world. With the enlightening methods of science, man has proved itself to be largely similar to other species thriving in this world. I found myself sharing the same universal instincts common among organic forms—I seek recognition, I thrive for status, I defend my territory, I protect my space, I select a mate, I rage, I fear, I destroy. The system of survival I am nevertheless subject for compliance.

Despite these discoveries I’m stubborn to accept such insulting revelations about my real nature. Instead I run to the covers of my ego, proclaiming that I possess gifts no lower creatures have. Thankfully, with the light of science, man has regained its superiority. The ability to conjure a future, the capacity for imagination, the gift of creativity, the genius of improvised communication and the genius to do unimaginable wonders (plying god if I be allowed to use this notion of man), has all been exclusive of man.

Still, for the most part of my life, I have lived like a zombie. Unconsciously I’m living an identity completely different from myself. I’m under the spell of a strange force that guides my every action and influence all my decisions in life. Invisible strings are manipulating my thought and body; I am a slave of my mind.

From the day I was born, nature has weaved unto my being the necessary attributes to maximize the chances of my survival. My parents were my first vision of authority; home was my first source of experience. The “systems of survival” wired unto my brain has instructed me to mimic any perceived authority figures and adopt as valid all their discretions. As I emancipated, belief systems have also been hard-wired to serve as guide for my appropriate bearing.

Now that I’m halfway of my life I felt a conflict within myself; I sense something has been left behind, a little voice within me begs for liberation. It has dawned on me that I was not in control of my life. I have been living in the shells of my physical realm and not within the depths of my soul. I am a puppet of circumstances surrounding me.

In an effort to gain understanding I have ventured every school of thoughts man has established. The school of religion has always been sacred to me until I discovered its conflicting virtues. I believe in one God despite the many names man has labeled upon Him. What confused me though were the demarcations brought about by religion throughout the history of mankind; religious wars have spilled the blood of the innocent millions, all in the name of one God. I have come to believe that religion has been contaminated by the corruptible man. And so I have let go of my religion because I believe that God resides in the heart of man, not on any spiritual identifications. I need not know His name, labeling has been the means of my mind to gain understanding of things, and I resolve to not label anything that is beyond my understanding. God is love, and all He does is love.

My disappointment of religion has brought me to another school of thought: philosophy. It’s amazing how man can tap the infinite if he can liberate himself from the shackles of his preconditioned lot in life. I have gained the wisdom of awareness; I have learned more about my true inner self. Still, being of limited understanding, I cannot find the caveat I was searching for.

Finally, I seek answers in the reliable arms of Science. I was heavily convinced of its power in proving the state of all things. It has shed some light on the complex nature of the world I live in. I oftentimes referred science as the sorcery of the modern times because it has the power to create something out of a seeming nothing; and it can even interfere the natural flow of nature—science have erred in this application. Even street magicians employ the wonders science to fool their unsuspecting audience.

Unfortunately science has limitations—just as every thought systems that spawned from the minds of man—and it has made a mistake in claiming sole authority of deciphering reality. Science has enabled my appropriate use of cynicism because it served as my tool in validating questions of objectivity.

With all my efforts for enlightenment I have settled on the fact that the ultimate answer will never manifest from this existence. I came to acknowledge the limit of my own understanding. The reason for my existence is not to find meaning but rather to rediscover my true inner self. Only then will I be the embodiment of the meaning I am searching for.

My perception of life has been the creation of my mind; I respond to life according to the conditions of my past: and since I was brought up in struggle and lack, the world as I see it adopts the same. My greatest question is: why did I allow it? Why has my consequential identification took precedence over my true self? Why have I followed the scripts of my mind and the betrayed my inner self.

But burdening myself with these questions will gain me nothing. Instead I accepted what was, and with the realization of my awareness I have for the first time took the steering-wheel of my life. It was never easy; my mind has become my enemy. The more I defy the blueprints of my mind, the harder it is to maintain my sanity. The mind controls the body but the will manifests the soul, and the will is more powerful than the mind. With this wisdom I have learned not to resist my mind and enforced my will to shield the mind’s influence over my actions.

There is a very thin line between life and death. I have realized this when a long friend of mine suddenly died. It is a mystery why people take life for granted, believing it is for eternity, unless they are nudged by tragedy. Most of my life I have complained; most of my life I have dreamed; most of my life I have embraced the vices of envy, jealousy, hate, judgment, prejudice, laziness and comparison. It is unfortunate I have allowed myself to wallow on these things that have degraded my soul.

Life I discovered is about living, not complaining; it’s about learning, not resisting; it’s about accepting, not denying; it’s about discovering our divine self from our life-imposed identity. Everything in this world will unfold as it should and I have little or no influence in it. However I will rest at night knowing that I hold the choice of what will I become.

Limited editions. Limited writers. Limited rights. How do we combat that? When the right talent is not in the right place. Movements, quits and hop-skip and jumps all over again. It becomes a cycle, a habit, an addiction. Even thinking and actions get restricted. A better way to improvise it…..let’s think, but not limit our ways. Thinking beyond imagination, looking beyond the reality and yes, the connection with words, circumstances and people.
How often does this take place? In my case, yes all the more. It starts with ignorance, negligence and rejection, humiliation a long way. Battling goes on in the mind. I can’t express, I hold back and I’m short of ideas. My thinking power reduces. Not because I can’t or don’t want to. It’s the suppression of dominance of experience over the amateurs. Taught great things, discussed and arriving at a point of decision is the final approval. I have no say, I can’t think better than this. Why a ‘NO’, just because I’m not at the level of superiority? Crap. My idea is better, why there is no way to extend and elaborate on it. Yours is all said and done. Innovation is far too long, I’m talking about the newness and ways of exploring the same thing. Execution is difficult, not impossible. I need words of acceptance and appreciation for the spontaneity I express. It’s about observation, vocabulary or just my imagination. Could be just anything.
I have although no connection or it’s not my job. But I need to communicate and contribute. It’s the way I feel, I think, I behave. The purity and genuineness of thoughts is what is lacking. Even if I’m wrong or the direction isn’t correct, I need an explanation of not being considered. I believe in sharing what I have and so exchange of ideas flow. We always tend to focus on our strengths, and lose focus on our weaknesses. A break through is needed. Why follow the system and rules, when those who have made it have no idea why it exists? It’s a question of we are not what you perceive, we have areas of concern that need to be brought so that we don’t get accumulated and jammed where growth gets stagnant. Rising above the expected; expectations lead to disappointment. Is this destiny or what I deserve? I don’t believe in luck or co-incidence. It’s just my faith in the Almighty that has worked out well. A plan in store, one direction I’m going to follow.
Battered from all sides, I’m the victim, the culprit and the savior. I’m managing time and always assure myself that all is going the right way. I didn’t want to disturb the cycle nor wanted to get into conflicts with the mind. Is it going to take place? God knows. And yes, how can I take it forward with the limited resources I have. I quit. I change. I suffer and live with it.
It’s time to change the perspective or wait for the right time. I’m confused, not directed and lose the opportunities that come my way. I get dragged into things I wouldn’t have done just in order to satisfy the gaps in my life. Frustrated need of the hour. Could be anything. And lose sight of the travel plan. That replacement isn’t perfect nor is it good for the yearning soul. Its effects are reaching out really fast and I’m left behind lost in the crowd of strangers. They can be friends, I doubt trusting them, I have become less sensitive to the needs that hurt me the most. I escape, run away and shape myself in a way that there is no hope for limited souls.
Yes, the conflict continues and waiting patiently and praying is what I can do for now. I start working towards that goal with the resources I have. How long is it going to take? Bitterness and all that criticism good up to a certain level, then it gets monotonous and I lose interest. Limited again by interests, span of life is limited, and so it makes me go weak and give up. Pay heed and listen to what I have to say. I need an acknowledgment for the doing all that thinking and writing! I have logic, thought and connection and all that is need in me to reach there! I don’t want to be the best or get ahead of you. So don’t be insecure, be glad to know I’m in your league and a true follower of you. I aspire for unlimited (w)rites simply because it has no substitute. It stands on its own! The license to think and write, I believe we all have the freedom to our writes!

i know i know its been forever..but its much easier to maintain a journal than type thoughts that come faster than my speed.....(tht doesnt mean i type at snails pace)....
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.....its been a season of weddings and happiness and lots of its....which brings me to the over-rated yet under-talked "LOVE"......well actually not love-love........more like the aura and magic that it brings arnd it or so to say....

i was 5...barely able to read my words phonetically right...and i was introduced to the beautiful world of fairy tales...no it wasnt my mom...!!!!....i picked CINDERELLA off the library rack for its enchanting cover....as i read it...i dint contemplate being her but i did contemplate happy endings...always happy endings.....NO PRINCE(ok maybe a prince)...NO CASTLE(a mansion)....NO CROWN(shiny black sedan)...all i took from them was 'HAPPILY EVER AFTER'........
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OH that first kiss!!!...that almost magical cure to every evil....it takes so many first kisses for us to realize that its the magical start to every evil....yet still we refuse to believe that there's isn't one of that kind for us...and that when its found...it'll last longer than others....
The cynic in me pauses and falters every single time...

“Romance” is subtly touted in our culture as the ultimate experience in an intimate relationship.?Romance is idealized in movies and books as the ecstasy of being “in love.” We can’t get enough (hugely profitable grocery counter tabloids) of which “stars” are currently “in love” with whom. And, it often does not matter (really) if the are married. Oh gosh, to be like that, to experience that. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?....

... Romantic movies are often called “romantic comedies.” Ever wonder why they are so funny or why they should be? Or, at the other end, romantic movies are tragedies (Romeo and Juliet). How about the smaltzie “Bridges of Madison County” where the woman and man (Clint Eastwood) never get at the huge “emptiness” in their lives? Ever see a “real” romantic movie?.....


.... Romance is for mating. Sex (sexual union) is often the bottom line. The “chemistry” described in “romantic love” we are finding, is truly that – raw chemistry. Studies now show (just read this last week) that those “in love” have a high concentration of specific dorphins (chemicals) in their bodies. These are the chemicals found when animals are in “heat.”.....

...I also believe that we run into 2-3 people in our life-time?where we experience this “chemistry.” I have no idea why this happens. There appears to be some attraction, based on a huge number of factors that stir our juices – literally. Interesting. But, doesn’t mean that I must jump into bed with this person. Maybe some animals do, however...........
.... A person seeking romance is?often someone?looking for a high. They want? to feel good. They expect they should feel good. They believe they should jump on something that feels good. They want the pill, the drug, the retreat, the experience that will take away their pain, their emptiness, their loneliness and make them feel good. Of course, it is only temporary. The nagging pain continually emerges and their eternal search for quelling the storm within seeks a new substance...........

So, should you forget the cards, the notes, the special events I plan secretly for him/her, the I love yous and be cold, frigid and distant?......Maybe not....we love the high it gives.....the buttons it pushes....the memories it makes...and the passion it surrounds....


And for the fairy-tales....This time the princess saves the prince and does all the fighting and they live "HAPPILY EVER AFTER"........

I know its been forever that i wrote,its just that I suck at writing until i am thoroughly "INSPIRED"..which is almost a rarity!!!

Morning papers are a joy!!....i almost wait for the 'sexpert' column at Bangalore mirror...I am no pervert...its just that people have very funny problems when it comes to sex...and its almost ironic considering we have the largest population !!!...

So where was I,(I confess to A.D.D!!!)...MY MORNING PAPER..On the eve of xmas i read this article about how pubs were truly jingling their ka-ching as x-mas was nearing....its not like i genuinely had a prob(its not like anyone would care if i did)...i just felt like we christians were responsible for peoples drunkenness or for their urge to gulp beer down their gut until they cant feel the presence of any grey matter..I know we promote wine!!!but wine has far more relevance to us than what my non-christian majority in india can infer ....the only time my family drinks wine is at the altar in a very sacred moment ...Its just sad to see how misunderstood we are as a minority...

SANTA....this is a topic i love!!!..i loved him as a kid and as i grew up i got more expensive gifts which almost met my growing demand and dissatisfaction ...until my parents had it and CONFESSED( P.S : I already knew that 3 yrs ago ...its greed)...it never hurt me he wasn't there...it just hurt that i wouldn't get presents anymore..and that's the same with every kid(christian or not).....as kids we equate Christmas to SANTA and as grownups its to PARTIES ,UNLIMITED BOOZE & Girls in dresses with dropping necklines and higher hemlines..Baubles, tinsel, snowmen and the sound of piped carols, wherever you are in the world, there is no getting away from Christmas....

We've sort of mentally removed CHRIST out of CHRISTMAS.... most people are so busy trying to be politically correct that they are afraid to admit the real reason for the celebration. It seems like most individuals are more preoccupied with the man in the red suit and whether he makes it through their chimney on Christmas eve than anything else....Its all about SALES...Wearing something that would make heads turn...BIG AND MORE BIGG Xmas Trees...Parlour visits...Push-up Bra's...Fluffier Cakes...Red Green And White.....Jingle Bells...Air-Kisses..BIG TURKEY..PRETENTIOUS SMILES..Tailored Suits et-cetera et-cetera !!!

The above activities aren't wrong...Nor do i despise them...I'd be a hypocrite if i did...Its just when all this happens minus CHRIST himself...You'd probably think I'm fussing way too much about Christmas...Have you ever wondered, what’s the big deal about Christmas?
The “big deal,” of course, is first, “the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us” (John 1:14). If we are to believe the biblical account, God became “incarnate” – took on human form, leaving the realm of heavenly perfection to immerse Himself in the world of flawed, sinful humanity.


Second, this baby – Jesus, the Son of God, whom Hebrews 1:3 describes as “…the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being…” – grew not only to become a great teacher and example, but ultimately the Savior of mankind, willfully dying for our sins on a cruel, torturous cross. “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8).

And there’s a third reason: The first coming of Jesus more than 2,000 years ago was just the prelude, a promise of His second coming. He told His disciples, “…at that time they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near” (Luke 21:27-28).
So Christmas morning, as we sit near lighted trees and open festively wrapped gifts, we should pause to reflect on the real meaning of Christmas: not Santa Claus, not gifts, but Christ.
We celebrate because Jesus came – but we also celebrate because we know He’s coming again!
The universality of Christmas is not by human might or power, but by the spirit of God Himself, whose son's birthday, is celebrated that day. However, some factors are making the celebration of Christmas lose its spiritual meaning, as the season of divine peace and joy. These are its commercialisation, politicisation, poverty, wars, social and physical insecurity. It is good that both Christians and non-Christians celebrate Christmas. At least, let's have one thing that keep us all together - a reminder that we are all of one beginning irrespective of race, colour, location, belief, and orientation.

Its a Sacred Day in our life's ...Its a time for forgiveness and a time for sharing..BOTH happiness and food....So if Mallya does a great job promoting his brew during Xmas and Hotels come out with Offers you cant say No to....Its not cause of Christmas...but cause they just need a reason to....

MERRY CHRIST-CENTERED CHRISTMAS!!!!

“Home sweet home,” you say to yourself as you step into your apartment. You are pretty soaked from the walk home in the rain(not the weather..ITS STRESS). Who knew it was going to be sunny in the morning, suddenly snowing at noon, and raining by the afternoon? “Damn ,” you mumble, as you take off your shoes and jacket quite lethargically...hopelessly rather ....

You’re glad to be home, because it was just one of those laborious and stressful days in the work when nothing seemed to go your way.Your mom called about your Dad's health getting critical by the day.Your wife is pregnant for the 3rd time or that new girl at work "STOLE YOUR THUNDER"..Or your ex-gf has moved on(with a much richer guy) or your ex-bf found a sexier material to do every night....
It’s just one of those days.

And now you’ve got the munchies.

You walk towards the fridge and open it.

”Crap,”
”I’m out of beer.”

You stick your head in closer and scan the other parts of the fridge, including the freezer, hoping to find some other beverage or food that will be the remedy to your overall unimpressive day.

A few of things you see:
1) Leftover pancakes from this morning’s breakfast
2) Leftover salad from yesterday’s dinner
3) Big slice of chocolate cake
4) Pie that was given by your ever-so loving neighbour
5) Leftover Chinese food from god-knows-when
6) A tub of vanilla ice cream and a packet of sausages

“Score,” you say as you reach out to grab your food of choice. Because you know after you finish eating it, you will feel that much better – or at the very least, feel that much fuller.


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Over-whelmed !!!!....thats exactly what i am...Trying to figure out what i want???...And when something that i wanted is happening,why am i not over-joyed..exactly the way i imagined??

There's a little secret here...I listen to back-street boys and westlife and boyzone when over-whelmed...its not like i feel better but maybe i just start imagining circumstances where i'd be happier in...They are my secret-pick-me-up songs....

I'm feeling heavy and helpless...and i'm probably the best to camouflage it...and none,not even my self acclaimed know-it-all mom will see through my restlessness....i finished brushing my hair,chewing my nails and swallowing them,waxed my legs and tried every dish i hadn't tried before from "NIGELLA'S COOK BOOK"....She's like my saviour in times of distress or when i wanna cry and never find a shoulder to...sometimes all i require is a hug....and when i dont get it(which is way too often..thanks to the double coated shell around me),i run to find the same comfort from food....

Comfort food i describe as something that can be relished all by myself..without the guilt of not sharing..and i'm filled with heavenly gratitude!!!!INSTANTLY!!!!!.....
It can be something as simple as bread with warm(comforting)full cream milk and castor for some crunch....Or as elaborate as cooking some biryani just to give you that sense of achievement when you especially feel worthless and love-lacked...

I know none are remotely interested in my food for thought...but there's nothing more loyal(not even your dog) than food...cause it turns out just equal to the amount of effort you put in...Now thats the kind of math i get(without the x's and y's)...

Picture it: you’ve just broken up. Eyes red from crying, you listen to "One is the Loneliest Number" on endless repeat; no matter what the season, every time you step outside it rains. In a daze, you stumble through your kitchen, and inexorably you are drawn to the freezer; to the third drawer down; to the ice cream. Of course the slightly freezer-burnt Mint Chocolate Chip tastes good, it always does, but with every creamy bite, you find yourself thinking—for the moment, at least—that everything is going to be okay.

This all too familiar scenario is tied into a grand human tradition: comfort food. The fact that we seem to gravitate towards certain foods in times of grief is nothing new.The point is, our bodies clearly physically respond to comfort food, meaning your craving for Mac n’ Cheese after a funeral isn’t just in your head. People do a lot of unhealthy things trying to cope with pain and loss, from self-harm to drugs; in the grand scheme of things, eating some extra fat can’t be that bad, particularly when your body is telling you to. So when the need arises, don’t sit sadly in the rain or make good friends with a bottle. Instead, head to your freezer, grab that ice cream,bake a cake or try something new from that dust gathered cook book and indulge for a while!...

<>My strife to become fair and beautiful as wanted in the matrimonials started right at my mother's womb...Obviously i dint do the struggling(lucky me)....milk with saffron ,cherries,plums and everything my great grand-mom thought would make me "lovely" was pushed through my moms gut..cause everyone would be rather upset if i turned out dusky like my dad..its not like my parents cared.....they loved me from the moment i was conceived and i would be more than just "skin and hair"....

I was born comparatively fairer than the rest in my family...maybe 'twas the milk after-all....but all my super lovely and far more beautiful sister heard was "you've got great features...wish you had a little more colour(white is not even a colour...."...
Is it like every mans fantasy to sleep with a blonde ???...or why else would it be so over-rated...this i dont know...Every-one is shallow....even the super rich who do not want to endorse fairness creams but are going paler and paler by the day,thanks to all the procedures they can afford....They are society hypocrites who not only want to take a stand but also cant do without it otherwise.....

This is a sort of racism..Why are we being judged by attributes that i'm born into??..I'm indian,I'm short...I am particularly proud of myself and need not be questioned....what i can otherwise be questioned are choices that i have made over the years..and these are things you can judge me by...why judge my assets when you can judge my personality..we're just one hollow judgemental society that finds negativity every-where....

Young men are no less at contributing to this kind of racism...they want a fair-saree wearing-hotshot-model material as their wife since the time they realize that that its testosterone that runs in their blood....even porn sites are filled with white-naked-women....whats with all the over-obsessed nature that drives them to become so shallow that they want a white-skinned-whore to a real true "COMPANION".......

I sometimes even blame DISNEY for this unwarranted desire...every princess....every fairy...every-one of them is "SNOW-WHITE"...LITERALLY!!!...and they find a loving man of their dreams who fights against all odds to have her((BULL SHIT))...What with fairytales like sleeping beauty talking about “who is the fairest of them all” and Snow White and Barbie dolls becoming role models for little girls...I'm yet to find girls owning duskier barbies'. Right from our childhood the message is clear, and in later years it is only reinforced in many ways.....Its all fed in the sub-conscience....just like how we know good and bad...we also know who is better.....

Have you ever heard of a man going under the knife to get his butt right..or his arms trimmed....its always a women getting a boob job OR her hymen fixed OR face-life OR Liposuctions....The number of procedures are infinite and they some-how only cater to women cause we're standardized to mere sex objects...And what makes us think we're never "GOOD ENOUGH"....growing up i always thought i had a BIG NOSE(i still think i do but a different one)....Try putting Angelina jolie's lips and Jennifer Anistons nose and Drew Barrymore's cheek together....They look almost Spastic!!!...We're in a way challenging GOD's artistic and creative skills.......

I have nothing against the "FAIRER SEX"....or against those who use fairness creams...cause i use one myself(great sun-screen)....it will only help you sustain a tone that you already have and wont make no miracles happen.....but i feel horribly pathetic for those who are ashamed of being dusky and try rub their skins white just for "FIT IN" and be more desirable.....Strangely, how educated or affluent you are has no bearing on this prejudice.....Look anywhere and everywhere, there are blatant and subtle reinforcements that only fair is lovely....

Tomorrow is INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY...And being the cynic that I am ,I care less about yet another day to make your pockets lighter...And all this erky "FEEL-GOOD" makes me want to hold a "MAN" by his collar and tell him that we dont require a WOMEN'S DAY when there's isn't one for a MAN...I mean whats with all the stupendous amount of un-wanted ,un-deserved and un-necessary attention ???....

Throughout history women have strived for equality. The informal slogan of the Decade of Women became “Women do two-thirds of the world's work, receive 10 percent of the world's income and own 1 percent of the means of production” . Throughout the world the disparity of rights for women is immense.

The inequalities between girls and boys are evident prior to children beginning elementary school. Girls are made aware that they are unequal to boys as soon as they start. Even different behaviors are acceptable for boys than for girls, for instance. Every time students are seated or lined up by gender, teachers are affirming that girls and boys should be treated differently. Girls are praised for being neat, quiet, and calm, whereas boys are encouraged to think independently, be active and speak up. Girls are socialized in schools to recognize popularity as being important and learn that educational performance and ability are not as important.

"Girls in grades six and seven rate being popular and well-liked as more important than being perceived as competent or independent. Boys, on the other hand, are more likely to rank independence and competence as more important"..

I can even argue the above....Well, GOD made Adam and Eve...totally different...He expected them to be different and have certain strengths and weaknesses...And i feel neither have it easier...But some-how men put themselves as GOD...be it work...or Home..Here respect comes out of pity more than it being well-deserved....."She's a lady driver...let her pass"...or "She's a LADY-CEO....how cool is that??"......or "For a girl your a great player"...I DONT WANT PITY....I just want to be appreciated ..and not in comparison to anyone...just plain APPRECIATED!!!!...How hard is it for so-called over-rated "MEN" to get the hint ???....well, it is hard since all they have is brawn and little or no-brain...from when did just being physically stronger make then own everything??..even the title of being the "HEAD OF THE FAMILY".....

Women on the other hand love indulging themselves in this kind of self pity..Even me!!!..They have a more polished word for it...its called CHIVALRY!!!!...So its ok if he slapped me to shut me up...cause i wouldn't have otherwise...or, Its not called "RAPE",he's my husband after-all and all he wanted was to make some love.....OR...His work he so stressful that he comes home and abuses me in-front of our kids.....ITS ALL JUSTIFIED..!!!!!..CAUSE HE'S GOT A PENIS AND I HAVEN'T!!!!.....

There is one set of standards that apply to men, and another set of standards that apply to women. This is evident in the home, workplace, and society in general. The problem of men and women not being equal can be traced back to the Declaration of Independence. The Declaration of Independence proclaimed that all men are created equal. There was no mention of women being equal, only men. At the time of the drafting of the document, the men had all the power. The document was even drafted by a man. Women were confined to the home to take care of the domestic housekeeping duties. Look no further than the home to see the first sign that men and women are not equal. The traditional role of the man was to work and the money he made would be used by all in the household. The traditional role of the woman was to stay home, take care of the children, clean the house, and cook. Because society has always associated money with power, the person bringing home the money had the power. The man often makes the final decision on all household matters because he has the money.

The workplace is another place where men and women are not equal. The most obvious sign starts at the top. Look at the CEO of the corporation. The majority of CEOs are men. Women serving as CEOs are a rare sight. Another sign of the unfairness can also be found in the lower ranks. Men are often applauded for being assertive and giving orders. By giving orders, men are taking a leadership role. Demonstrating leadership ability is a quality that employers often look for. On the other hand, women who are assertive and give orders are not well liked in the work place. They are considered as bitches by men. For women to be well liked in the work place, they have to be subordinate to the men. The salary of men and women who do the exact same work differ.

Secretaries, nurses, and maids are associated with women. Corporate executives, lawyers, doctors, politicians, and construction workers are associated with men. Society as a whole has also contributed to the problem. It starts at the hospital when a baby is born. Boys get blue blankets while girls get pink blankets. Toys are targeted at either boys or girls. Toys that are targeted at boys include trucks, blocks, guns, and soldiers. Toys that are targeted at girls include dolls, kitchen utensils, and doll houses. Boys are raised to be aggressive, tough, dominant, and daring. Girls are raised to be passive, emotional, sweet, and subordinate. The pattern continues on through marriage and beyond. A clear example of male dominance can be seen when a woman gets married. The woman would change her last name to that of the man's. She also loses her first name in some instances too. When a piece of mail is addressed to both parties, the name reads Mr. and Mrs. John Doe. The woman's name is not mentioned. Another example that men and women are not equal are the terms used to described the sexual habits of men and women. Men who are promiscuous are considered studs, macho, and manly. Men often boast about the many partners they have had. Women who are promiscuous are considered sluts, whores, and prostitutes. Women tend to hide the number of partners they have had. If a man has sex before marriage, he is getting experience and exploring his options. If a woman has sex before marriage, she is not considered pure, a quality often desired by men. There is clearly a double standard for men and woman for the same type of behavior. The problem of inequality between men and women started with the Declaration of Independence. Society has lived with this inequality for many years. It's impossible for society to change overnight. The problem will not and cannot disappear overnight. A lot of progress has been made over time but, more time is needed to finish what was started.


This can go on forever and we can only land up with dust until change happens at the grass-root level i.e home..until then all this is just HOLLOW TALK...!!!..There'd be EQUALITY only if there's just wasn't any talk about it and people would look above the differences....Thats one day i know i wont get to see in this life-time of mine... Till then..I dont need no compliment...or your money....nor do i need your crappy chivalry....i am complete as myself and need no big chested hairy man for it......

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