Mera Marad

Now now some may find this bold. But when its truth its not bold you know its only stark.:PWell now that i have grabbed your attention with the headline let me tell you its got everything to do with men:P

It all began many months ago when the maid at my place would talk about her husband as "mera marad aisaech hai" .Its exhilerating you know. Il tell you why.



I finished my blah blah at mica with a lotta delhi crowd. Now the tu's became tum's nd aap's which was another intresting experience of its own. We went to Watch Jessica.and then we heard"tu " after real real long. And holiness appeared in our eyes. I acme back home to mumbai after my stint at amdavad. My maid has this inherent conversation about her man everyday which has become an addiction with us too.We ask her sometimes why he hasnt done anything funny.

Her tales range from hitting him when hes drunk to slapping him in a theatre when he leches. She laso went to a bar and dragged him back home to cook once. I am so proud of her. Sometimes me and mum think does she even cook But her conversation is worth the fun:P

So her lingo happens to be treating him like an object of affection , with varying usages and nuances. Mind you shes proud of him. Sometimes we beg her not to give so many details:P:P

Coming back tot he point sometimes usage of such kind sis exhilarating cause you know you dont have to respect someone only cause they are expected to? I wont kcall an oldie aap if i dont respect him. The use of abuses also is another research paper on its own. You may mean more dirt and be sweet like a lot of people i had met. Or simply abuse and not mean pyaar se. Theres a beauty in coldness here. Its ensures you than when your arse is on fire youre alone. But then you can run along with others for sure:)

Anyway her usage of the word marad reassures a sense of territory which a lot of couples like to do. men and Women have different ways of doing them.She blatantly puts forward het husband as her property , her muse , her leisure and her punching bag. Im sure shed spit and fight in a cat fight. So dear cats and their ahem whiskers look for the next posts where we shall discuss cat fights and dog fights.....

 

im sorry i have drifted the topic again. I just feel like a stream flowing. I shall stop giving titles soon to my blogs:)

Promiscuous Girl ?

pro·mis·cu·ous http://img.tfd.com/m/sound.swf (pr-msky-s)

1. Having casual sexual relations frequently with different partners; indiscriminate in the choice of sexual partners.

2. Lacking standards of selection; indiscriminate.

3. Casual; random.

4. Consisting of diverse, unrelated parts or individuals; confused: "Throngs promiscuous strew the level green" (Alexander Pope).

Now Now dont you wonder how dictionaries seem to have an OPINION! look at point 2: Lacking. 4.Confused

You know i have grown up learning english and telugu and hindi eventually.I just feel i must have looked u meanings and gobbled the dictionaries opinion a zillion times. And then i think am i a by product of the powerfuls point of viw? Is my view point already biased? You know like destiny. Do we write it? or are we destined to realise that we write it? whatever!

I think a secret in life which no baba Ramdev or sri sri ravishankar will tell you is "NEVER ASSUME"

Dont assume a prostitite has no ethics.

Dont assume your teacher is not gay

Dont assume your maids dirty

dont assume your leaders are sane

dont assume your enemies are evil

dont assume your friends are selfless

Lotsa things. Ask every question of every word to yourself before you gobble it. cause once you do gobble it ( and the bias if any ) there is no way you can realise if the thought of yours is raw or influenced by something else?

Please be unassuming. That my dear readers is the manna of fairness and sane living/dying/

P.S : Another unassumingly hot video:P

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J3vgcE5i2o

The black Veil

A line between sight and vision

Dark triumphs or bright inhibitions
A cloth representing transformation
Hiding insights as a secret version.



Deceive it thus for their eyes that see
Obstructing notions and preconceived fantasies
Their eyes conspire for what they cannot see
Frame insults for minds weird and free.

Faces become strange
When the layer falls in place
Obscure realities shine stark
When this simple black veil leaves its mark.

First condition for true Love: Space!

I know it sounds ironical.Or Maybe it doesn't.



You know loving someone does not mean staying with them 24 7( Read:SUFFOCATE! ). It doesnt mean knowing every step , every move , every flirtations they do:P ( Read : The latter shall be dealt subtly:P) It doesnt mean scrutising , watching and dealing. It means to let go. to do things at your own Pace. Like you would have done it when you were single. But then youd ask why fall in love if youre so cool with yourself ( I read the sarcasm readers:P ) You know that is the most beautiful part. How special it feels to have someone ( friend/boyfriend whatever ) with whom you can be yourself. Its relaxing and beautiful.

I am with him when he runs,on his path.I wont say im holding hands and sacrificing this that for him and crap. Believe me no one can love somone if you cant respect yourself enough.I run on my paths. And yes sometimes we have to adjust so that we run seeing each other or knowing each other are fine. Then i pray for crossroads not to see him but to know how he has done and if he needs my comments nd critisicm :P ( Read: Im with a Critical Taurean:P ). Then there is this beauty of knowing someone and seeing how he/she has grown. Its as if you made the clay pot an dleft it and some natures rain has colored it beautifully,naturally and you realise that pot is not what you made. But then it belongs to the entity that unites them.

I Think when i and him and friends and so let each other have space its a gesture to say " I respect your individuality".I Love you as a lover/as a friend for who you are and not what you have done for me. Something Like that. How unconditional is that.

Id like to remind that many times staying with  a person habituates people to help etc. The true challenge is to do that and feel that with no pressure.I have seen friendships/relationships crumble because of this. They dieOut. They fade. They get Bored. Its a challenge to to be yourself and be a part of your love/friendship without compromising on nothing. And that is not impossible.

Im still learning.

 

Why Pulse Kills

When you listen to it ringing in you ears you dont know how to take the speed of it. How slowly it climbs into your veins while it scintillates your nerves with a soothing dope like chocolate.
Music they say has the power to swipe out all that dirt off your shoulders. And all that layers off your skin. Sometimes all that voids in your head. And sometimes even all those Blacks in your Heart. And then there is this air that you breathe.Which changes.When you listen to true acts of passion. Like a simple voice and some strings and the craziness of Purity.

Im talking about Pink Floyd Pulse concerts. I havent watched on ein real except a Roger Waters concert a While ago. But when i U tube Pulse even today its racens my pulse. The sheer awesomeness of it. The sheer simplicity that Kills.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyqgjCKm9nQ&feature=related

I Have seen people go beserk. Crying. Laughing. Unable to express , acknowledge acts of purity if i may call them. Oh Pink Floyd is a league Apart in their cutthroat simplicity. Sometimes the lesser the words , the slower the chords is killing!!!

Anyway this is another euphoria moment for me while i blog about them. I cant write enough!
One of those very few times when i know that the what i write about is much more than what i feel about what i write:)

Sexy back

Watch your Back
it burns it hells
Watch your back
when you are a kill

Watch your back
when you are right
watch it more
if youre a minority fight

Watch your back
when you dare
watch it to show
You stand your own way

Its a sexy Back all right
Its generally out of sight
It emerges when the cowards are in
to scheme behind your Thick Skin

There are many i know
Many i Choose to ignore
If Only wasted is their time
Why their own life was not worth a dime.!

Incredible Indiyah!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0-z1zZ7ad0

Touching.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ed-EwgJfoCk

How incredible is that:)

A Farewell.

I sometimes get surprised over how Things change and how we change. Its like running to an ocean while each layer of cloth seems to peel off while we get closer to our nakedness while we run free into where we belong.I always thought ill cry that i shall leave now. Leave my "Maayka":P I Feel cold,impervious. Maybe its a rush of extreme emotion that my cold capricorn moon mellows and a rush of anticipation that my Cancer Sun arises.


I always believed that when you take a straight path somehow there are no crossroads. But then once you take one crossroad there seems to be one at every other end.And then when you begin to anticipate for straight lines there are more crossroads. And when there is a straight line you'd miss the crossroad!
I remember mys elf saying"There are cross roads everywhere"! and find myself incomplete if i dont see one.

Aum Namah Shivayah

Aum:The three parts of Om (A-U-M) encompass the three states of waking, dreaming, deep sleep, the three levels of gross, subtle, causal, and the three levels of conscious, unconscious, subconscious, as well as the three universal processes of coming, being, and going. Absolute silence beyond the three levels is the silence after AUM. It also refers to Tripura, the one who live in the "three cities" as in Mahamrityunjaya Mantra, as well as the light referred to in Gayatri Mantra.

IPL Auction : Sold Off Sold Off!

10 Teams
350 Players
New Teams In
First Time Live Bidding
Sourav "Dada" Ganguly Unsold
Gambhir,Yusuf,Irfan , uttapa seem to be on fire
But again its just a game
After all Indian Fame
Many Monies
Show Starts
One India

Mandira Bedi Topless ?

Ok she went topless.Shes 38.She changed cricket for good or Bad. Shes Bold. Sometimes sensible. Sometimes Topless.
Its a new twist to Indian Near 40 Actresses. does life end post marriage , Break up and Kids? Maybe not.! The 30s were the new twenties for men.The forties are the new sixteens for women Now.



I have no comment on her artistically toned body(with or without photoshop not my problem:P ). But i want to wait and see if the minuscule/nonminsicule indian mindset of socially "empowered" men and women criticize/praise this I want to wait and watch this time while everyone Comments , pokes and hush talks.
Its like that accident on the road where Hundreds gather to see what happened. few gather to help. Few volunteer to report. Fewer volunteer to steer the path free. And like a gust of wind we will forget and take our roads again.
Anyway Heres her topless. A good shot. And a furore for sure:)

Blistering Barnacles for The Father of Innovative Curses!

He Inspired me. Taught me the Right Path. Ingrained freedom and expression. He furthermore helped me innovate in my verbal adventures. he put forward a path of learnings and encouraged me to tread on them enabling and motivating me to explore and mix match all those nitigrities into phrases conditioned by my self perception and impressions peering out of the walls of deep sarcasms and ego's.


Captain haddock it is! The father of all innovative curses. I remember huddling over the WC reading Tintin and his adventures because Mum wouldnt let me do it with all that homework pending. I also forgot TV for a whle while i got lost in his fantastic world of amusing , scintillating , inspiring , awe striking curses. My My!
What a Man!
If only he was Humane enough to give a guest lecture at MICA:) (institute of mba ) Maybe wed call it
" Innovative Verbal Two way Communication Flow Strategy" or maybe " The sociology of curses and language" or " Human Resource Best Practises for the superior boss ( when your not one ) or " Strategic Negotiation"!

Impatient..

I v seen some ads around here. Subtle. Extreme. Stark.Passive.Ingenious. Boring. Filthy. Off the Mark. repulsive etc etc
but there is one very old ad i kind of like for its sheer mixture of the right combinations of ....elements:P
This is one of Them.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5FLWg9zt7I

Worth Fighting for?

Sometimes Life is not about the decisions , lifestyle , spirituality , happiness or satisfaction. Sometimes small issues can shake your own self belief. Something as simple as " Worth fighting for?" can send tremors within your seismic life.


I swear it kills you when you are on the brink knowing what your "worth fighting " for quotient is. Will you take everything from the inside and throw it away as a trade off for your stand to fight for something. Sometimes when people die they remember what they fought for. cause it represents your soul stand. It allows you to peek into your limits.

aamchi style

When i first came to MICA i was apalled at the number of delhites. ( No Offense? :P ) Id still say it. I kind of had a polarised view about dem growing up in aamchi bbay. I was like "dude" and kept calling all my friends cribbing.I was so biased. Kind of like saying that:) My first impresiions were strong and repelled.

Well then all the team blah happened and i was like not bad. I managed to become very good friends with them too. And i Realised theres no them. Its just like siblings in a joint family where all are different. But my my perceptions are so different. Our rudeness is confused for arrogance. We are simply used to state the practical Facts. Our attitude is taken as whacked up. Many other things.

When i go home no matter what time i Reach if anyone comes to pick me up id puke myarse out. Id be like "Dude areyou crazy?" Sometimes when i havent found a way back home at 1 and call dad reluctantly ( Remember he has work the next day id be spoiling his sleep ) hed say Pick a rick:) And then it makes me smile so bad. ( Of course hell be worked up till im home ) You know. He wants me on my feet. And after some time its like Take care lady. grow Up! I love that feeling. I can never thank my parents enough for raising me independent . Coldness came with my own thinking. I remember the times when the only effective conversation i have had with my mom was when I Travlled...and so on.........But all this induces a sense of ...sense.:)