One false rupee note doesn't make the entire stack counterfeit
Neither is bath water thrown away with the baby in it
Simply wait
It's a healthy trait
Believe there are good people out there
Who'd accept you as you are
Be the kind of person you wish others should be
Forgive hurts..set 'em free
Let go of EGO
Let your anger not show
Be humble and willing
It doesn't cost a shilling
Apologize though none your fault
It's like adding meat to salt
makes hearts tender
when evil you don't render
Be ready to wash her feet
She'd go white as sheet
Be kind, be generous...
lavish with your praises
Now rest assured..
you are the HAPPIEST person on earth!
It was love at first sight.
At least for him.
He had seen her in the canteen.
She looked so attractive.
Breathtakingly so.
But she was dark..
and plump.
Oh how!
Yet he found himself falling head over heels over her.
In love.
He gazed and gazed.
But she didn't seem to mind.
In fact she held centre stage.
All men, why, even some women stared at her.
A complete show stopper.
She was.
Finally he summoned enough courage.
He took his first step.
Not good..not good..his thoughts interrupted his walk.
He quickened his pace.
In total disregard to his inner voice.
He walked up to her, took a deep breath..
whispered in a low, deep voice..
'will you be mine?'
She seemed to smile at him seductively..
without another thought, he quickly took her by her waist..
and downed the luscious kala jamun in one huge gulp!
I watched as the boy extracted juice from several sugarcanes held together in a tight bundle, with a big sliced lemon hidden somewhere in it, as we waited at the shop yesterday afternoon.
Thick, greenish, delicious juice flowed free the first time he put them in.
He inserted them again.
And again.
The juice kept coming, though less by now.
I thought he would stop now. He didn't.
I watched amazed as he kept putting the shattered, withered, shredded-to-bits cane back and forth till finally no more juice ran out.
His companion poured out juice into medium sized glasses, sprinkled some masala and crushed ice on top, and handed them over to us with elan.
It's the most refreshing drink, I must say.
I pondered over the process this morning.
The poor sugarcane was subjected to the most inhuman treatment under shabby conditions. Yet it didn't protest.
I wonder why we do, when God allows us to go through similar situations.
If we could only keep our eye on the end result, that of being a refreshing comfort to many..
wouldn't we gladly yield to His ways in our lives?
Would we?
They look better than girls..for the simple reason..
they aren't piled with makeup.
I have seen sharp featured, fair women so made up that they ended up looking like ghosts.
Look at women in TV serials. Not one of them has the courage to appear with nude face. Look at women you see at parties..they look so unnatural.
Without makeup you can't recognize them.
Every woman wants to look the best among her lot,however old she gets. She can't age gracefully.So she botoxes, she does a nose job,a lip job and what not..spending thousands but ending up looking more miserable.
But a man applies only powder. No kajal,eyeliner,eye shadow,mascara on him. No blusher..no lipstick..he doesn't need look-good tricks..doesn't need concealers..he dares to expose blemishes,concentrating on his strengths instead,of course he may do facials..but he still saves money, he looks natural..he's himself..he's secure..he likes what he sees in the mirror.
So a guy,I opine, is better looking than a woman!
Married for so very long
taught me one little song
'I may fret, I may fight
But hubby is always right'
Two are better than one
the battle's already won
forgive any harm done
before setting of the sun
Marriage is very good
when each by other stood
through poverty and riches
good health and sickness
Two keep each other warm
in trouble are at calm
no kind of evil storm
can ever against them form
Any three fold cord
without Him as the Lord
can never marriage make
someday it will break
If you aren't married
in spite of having tarried
don't rush in like a fool
just keep your head cool
Better for you to wait
tarry long for your mate
he'll come, whichever state
charging through your gate
First of all, I apologize..
just for the fact that I'm a FEMALE.
My parents screwed their nose in disgust...especially my dad...on learning 'chokri hai'!
He disappeared somewhere for hours after that and wouldn't talk to anyone for days after 'I' happened..
(Mom disclosed this to me years later!)
Brother, three years older to me, is definitely more preferred..he's so smart! He can always think better, study better..etc etc
I have to learn cooking, sewing, cleaning the house..(for I'd finally end up in my future hubby's home!)
If I get good grades in school, oh..that would be attributed to the fact that my classmates were all dumbos!
I have to have bodyguards..read..my dad/brother/worried mother...accompanying me everywhere I go as a kid and eventually as a teen too.
Becoming a teen is a nightmare come true.
For now I must STOP behaving so kiddish, but be mature.
Suddenly?
I must be ALWAYS dignified when outside, must not smile at boys..why..I shouldn't even crane ..sprain..my delicate neck to gaze at them.
I might be polluted!
My teeth shouldn't be seen while smiling.
Gosh!
If I had a dimple..Oh goodness..I'm done for!
Then I mustn't smile altogether!
Western clothes are revealing..too tight..
so forbidden!
(How come sarees aren't? May I ask? especially the lowest cut, bare-back fully visible blouses, with navel revealing, sexy body hugging, tightly worn sarees worn by Indian women at functions..why..even on the streets?)
Salwar kameez is best, according to them...but chunni must be always in place..shouldn't move one inch to the left/right.
Now managing a fluttering chunni in public is like dealing with a misbehaving rowdy on a crowded street.
Half my time goes in checking if it's in place, that I can't concentrate on anything else!
I shouldn't talk loudly. Not a sign of true woman, they say.
But if I speak in low voice, none can hear me..and when I get zero in my oral exam my parents scold me badly.
Crowded places terrify me. Men stare. They nudge.
If I wish to pass, they wouldn't budge.
Sight of a fishy looking policeman scares me even more.
What should I do? Who should I be?
Am utterly confused.
If I get a job, it's 'sheer fluke' they say.
'A woman's place should be always at home'.
On being promoted...'oh..she slept with the boss!'
Marriage makes things worse.
Monster-in-law..sorry MIL makes life hell for me.
She wanted a 'very fair' bride for her son in the first place..
but now she says,'she hypnotized my son!'
If I cook well, she's jealous..
if I don't, all hell breaks loose!
If I keep myself trim, she's unhappy(because she's fat)..
otherwise she calls me 'moti'!
Now I'm seventy..
MIL has gone to be with the Lord..thank God!
I'm old and wrinkled, hubby, even more.
Kids are grown and flown.
I'm alone all day..(he spends more time out than in)..maybe with his drinking buddies!
I wonder..was my life worth all the trouble..
what if I were a male?
An Indian male..
A life replete with frills and thrills.
I sincerely apologize for being an Indian woman!!!
He has no name
definitely no fame
He walks not with a swagger
but a profound stagger..
our humble road digger
No arc lights on her
none honor does confer
not really a beauty
but facing nitty gritty..
this policewoman doing her duty
With no wealth untold
of silver and of gold
living on penury
with pants frayed at knee..
our very own dhobi
Without pedigree
of course no degree
washing, swabbing
chopping, cooking..
is kantabai's calling
Never had a vacation
having no vocation
hunger..in it's very throe
living with plenty of woe..
they're our real HERO!
He's winsome..
he's handsome
hefty, he's brawny
witty, he's brainy
His belly's not a pot
He exercises a lot
with washboard abs
he looks just fabs
At gals he won't stare
whatever they may wear
has eyes only for me
this I can clearly see
He's not a momma's boy
isn't too coy
doesn't draw a sword
but wins without a word
He's the strong silent type
still my tears he does wipe
if a ruffian comes my way
he thrashes the light off his day
He dislikes my grumbling
as if his whole world's crumbling
he commands, he'll reprimand
he's manly,not shifty sand
He's slow, he's deliberate
won't judge, won't berate
he's my sweetheart, my life
and I..his doting wife!
"The state of a system at a given time is described by a complex wave function," the bespectacled, curly haired, paunch bearing professor of physics continued, while the class was lost in a variety of different endeavors; Raghu throwing i-luv-u chits at the sweet young thing sitting nearby; two girls in deep conflict about which outfit to wear for tonight's party; Mohan munching on a paper bag full of freshly roasted peanuts; poetic Ravi gazing out at nature's beauty through the class window; some guys and gals in a group discussion about birds and bees and Nitin staring absently at the professor, his eyes glazed, wondering where he was.
"The Schrödinger equation describes how wavefunctions change in time, playing a role similar to Newton's second law in classical mechanics..." The boring man ranted on and on.
Six consequences of his complicated 45 minute lecture- Rejected Raghu, now in deep dejection; the two show stoppers decided to wear as little as possible to get maximum attention; much -farting Mohan fled to the safe havens of the loo.. birds flew, the bees stung, the group dispersed; Ravi's day dreaming reached new levels as he watched his heart throb sway along the corridor.
Nitin, the the only one to pay some attention, had a chalk thrown at him by the irritated professor!
