After all these years I am still not used to being stared at. What’s with most of the men, why do they have to stare? Agreed and accepted every time they see a new lady they have to check her out, it’s got something to do with their basic nature I believe. Just like they check out new gadgets, cars and the likes women fall in the same category so just check them out. But why doesn’t it end there, why does a man have to stare at a woman whom he happens to see every day, here I am talking about guys at the work place.
At my last job the process I worked in had about 700 people, mostly guys. And for some reason mostly all of them had made staring at girls their hobby. Worked there for 18 months, there wasn’t a single day when I didn’t freak out. I am sure most of the girls who worked at this place now have an attitude issue either they think they are too good to be true or they think they are freaks or circus clowns. I happen to move from one end of this thought spectrum to the other depending upon the positioning of my stars. There was this guy who would keeping staring even when his girlfriend was with him and the girl instead of slapping the guy would look daggers at the being stared at girls. If slapping doesn’t get the results girls do get in touch with me for some really good 3rd degree methods of torture.
Like it isn’t enough that single women have to deal with such men, they have to deal with some over zealous and concerned married women and obscure married men too. This married people have a major issue at hand which if not addressed soon can get out of control. They pester every person who is single to get married more if the happy single happens to be a woman. It’s the ‘why me?’ syndrome, they want everybody to suffer. Some how being married makes them think they are wiser, what’s the connection, don’t ask I don’t know, ain’t married yet.
All these well wishers advice me to get married as soon as possible, I wont get a nice guy once I am over the prime marriageable age. I don’t want to break the illusion so I don’t tell them nice guys do not exist, they never did. Met one such well wisher the other day, she wanted to know when I planned to get married, I said I don’t know, need a guy to get married don’t I, at least the last time I checked the criteria had not changed. She wouldn’t listen to me, told me one has to get married, I asked why, with the, I know something that u don’t know enigmatic look she only repeated that one has to get married.
I have always wondered about this, why so much pressure to get married and that to in a stipulated time frame, like if one gets married at the age of 50 for the first time it’s unacceptable. I think the reason is sex, since our society doesn’t acknowledge pre marital sex, its important to get married and that too at an early age. Does it ever cross their mind that there is more to marriage than that? That somebody might be seeking a companion and they haven’t found one yet, so lets leave them to their own devices and not make it our business to advice them. I mean if sex is all one wants then there are enough people who will oblige. Marriage to me is more than that. To all those wise enigmatic people who make it their business to advice the unenlightened singles I have only one thing to say, ‘Reclaim Your Lives Guys’, if you don’t have any bright ideas go buy a Tata Safari.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
All For A Pay
Boss and Ganju were supposed to go for a client meeting today, but for some unfathomable reason Boss opted out and made me a Bakra to accompany Ganju. Thankfully I was informed about this yesterday, I refused to go, Ganju tried emotional blackmail. She said ok then I will go alone if you don’t want to come with me. In spite of myself I felt sorry for her and decided to confront boss.
Went to his cabin and fortunately at that moment remembered that the boss pays my salary so instead of confronting him, just informed him that I cannot possibly go as I have loads of work. Boss said ok ask Ganju if she will go alone, I looked at her she was in tears, so I relented and agreed to accompany her.
Anyways I was going so thought might as well impress her clients so wore a saree. Reached office to find it closed had to wait out until somebody came and opened it, meanwhile two girls from the neighbouring office started grilling me they wanted to know if something’s special today I said no I wear clothes everyday.
Boss came and opened the office, Ganju came in a little late and then we left for the meeting. Took a cab from Bhandup to Malad, that’s like travelling from Mumbai to Pune (at least on this route the roads are good and you are glad that you are getting out of Mumbai) Once the meeting started as usual Ganju was in the limelight (after all its her client meeting) and I was just occupying a chair and every time the firang client looked at me I feigned interest and would nod my head. Like acting dumb was not enough I had this great urge to relieve myself. Once the meeting was over that’s exactly what I did. I came back to only find that another guy had come in and was carrying on with the meeting I just waited outside and chatted with some HR people.
After another hour Ganju came out, we managed to avoid the Malayali HR guy who wanted to take Ganju to the canteen for lunch and went to a good restaurant nearby and had scrumptious meal. Wanted to come back to the office and go off to sleep, but instead wrote this post.
Now Ganju is gone home and I am still in the office trying to catch up with the day’s work. All this because of the timely reminder yesterday, of the source of my monthly pay. :D
Went to his cabin and fortunately at that moment remembered that the boss pays my salary so instead of confronting him, just informed him that I cannot possibly go as I have loads of work. Boss said ok ask Ganju if she will go alone, I looked at her she was in tears, so I relented and agreed to accompany her.
Anyways I was going so thought might as well impress her clients so wore a saree. Reached office to find it closed had to wait out until somebody came and opened it, meanwhile two girls from the neighbouring office started grilling me they wanted to know if something’s special today I said no I wear clothes everyday.
Boss came and opened the office, Ganju came in a little late and then we left for the meeting. Took a cab from Bhandup to Malad, that’s like travelling from Mumbai to Pune (at least on this route the roads are good and you are glad that you are getting out of Mumbai) Once the meeting started as usual Ganju was in the limelight (after all its her client meeting) and I was just occupying a chair and every time the firang client looked at me I feigned interest and would nod my head. Like acting dumb was not enough I had this great urge to relieve myself. Once the meeting was over that’s exactly what I did. I came back to only find that another guy had come in and was carrying on with the meeting I just waited outside and chatted with some HR people.
After another hour Ganju came out, we managed to avoid the Malayali HR guy who wanted to take Ganju to the canteen for lunch and went to a good restaurant nearby and had scrumptious meal. Wanted to come back to the office and go off to sleep, but instead wrote this post.
Now Ganju is gone home and I am still in the office trying to catch up with the day’s work. All this because of the timely reminder yesterday, of the source of my monthly pay. :D
Friday, September 23, 2005
Communication
With the arrival of internet and email services postal services are no longer a much needed means of communication at least in cities and among the educated population. The only time now I see a postman is when he visits us in Diwali for Bakshish. Godolphin’s last post about things we miss made me ponder what if computers become a thing of past some day, then what? What will be our mode of communication then, will technology evolve much more or will it be our minds.
Just a vague hypothesis, if we stop relying on technology and start using our minds to communicate. What will it be like if we communicate through telepathy? When computers where invented they were few and far, not everybody could afford a personal PC. Internet cafes started sprouting like soaked beans. Emails was a new idea, people were not really comfortable with the machine. Even I was scared of computers and would prefer sending mails and cards by post or courier. But eventually the craze caught up and here I am trying to tame this stupid machine, which is always one up on me with its new errors and viruses. My point is we are now comfortable with this machine, its part of our lives now, just like a toothbrush, we do not miss the old services only remember them once in a while nostalgically.
May be someday communicating through computers would be passé and we will be dependant only on our own resources. We will be able to send and receive messages instantly, not that we cannot do that with computers. But both the parties involved have to be accessing the computers at the precise time. Whereas if we transmit a message through telepathy the moment you have thought of it, there in a few seconds or minutes its been received and you don’t even have to type it. Not everybody has access or can afford to buy a computer same way not everybody will be evolved enough to use their mind for communication. Hence may be we will have Kiosks or cafes where people with highly developed and channelled minds will be at our service to transmit messages. Postman’s in an entirely different perspective. And no cost involved, the hardware is already there our mind functioning as processor, memory and hard disk. No tension of servers crashing or virus attacks or mail boxes full of spam. Uninterrupted transmission to any part of the world or should I say Universe.
Just a vague hypothesis, if we stop relying on technology and start using our minds to communicate. What will it be like if we communicate through telepathy? When computers where invented they were few and far, not everybody could afford a personal PC. Internet cafes started sprouting like soaked beans. Emails was a new idea, people were not really comfortable with the machine. Even I was scared of computers and would prefer sending mails and cards by post or courier. But eventually the craze caught up and here I am trying to tame this stupid machine, which is always one up on me with its new errors and viruses. My point is we are now comfortable with this machine, its part of our lives now, just like a toothbrush, we do not miss the old services only remember them once in a while nostalgically.
May be someday communicating through computers would be passé and we will be dependant only on our own resources. We will be able to send and receive messages instantly, not that we cannot do that with computers. But both the parties involved have to be accessing the computers at the precise time. Whereas if we transmit a message through telepathy the moment you have thought of it, there in a few seconds or minutes its been received and you don’t even have to type it. Not everybody has access or can afford to buy a computer same way not everybody will be evolved enough to use their mind for communication. Hence may be we will have Kiosks or cafes where people with highly developed and channelled minds will be at our service to transmit messages. Postman’s in an entirely different perspective. And no cost involved, the hardware is already there our mind functioning as processor, memory and hard disk. No tension of servers crashing or virus attacks or mail boxes full of spam. Uninterrupted transmission to any part of the world or should I say Universe.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Fair is Beautiful
When is this perception going to change, I hope in this lifetime (nahi toh main kunwari hi reh jaoongi) I don’t want to go through few more reincarnations only to be born again in India to find that I still do not qualify as beautiful. Mommy tells me, you meet so many guys, why don’t you find somebody (to get married that is, nobody is lost here). I say but mommy I am not beautiful cause I am not fair, she will never agree to this according to her I am the prettiest girl in the world, love her for that. Alright lets not sidetrack lest this post becomes a melodramatic mother daughter love saga.
I tell mom but mom nobody likes a dark girl, haven’t you seen the Fair & lovely, FairGlow, Fairever, Freschia, Vicco Turmeric ads and the latest entry from Shehnaz Hussian’s kitty. (she i.e Shehnaz Hussain desperately needs a makeover, how long can somebody go around looking like a henna haired bear) Mom will argue but you were born fair. Mum it’s been decades since I was born thanks to the exposure to the harmful rays of the sun I am now melanin challenged. If only you had barred me from stepping out of the house and not allowed me to hop around like a tomboy today I would be pale as death, but at least fair and beautiful. Even if a guy would like me his mother will reject me outright, what if her pota-potis are born dark, nopes she cannot take such a risk. Aakhir aane wali generations ka sawaal hai.
In the face of such conclusive proof that only fair is beautiful mom doesn’t argue anymore.
I tell mom but mom nobody likes a dark girl, haven’t you seen the Fair & lovely, FairGlow, Fairever, Freschia, Vicco Turmeric ads and the latest entry from Shehnaz Hussian’s kitty. (she i.e Shehnaz Hussain desperately needs a makeover, how long can somebody go around looking like a henna haired bear) Mom will argue but you were born fair. Mum it’s been decades since I was born thanks to the exposure to the harmful rays of the sun I am now melanin challenged. If only you had barred me from stepping out of the house and not allowed me to hop around like a tomboy today I would be pale as death, but at least fair and beautiful. Even if a guy would like me his mother will reject me outright, what if her pota-potis are born dark, nopes she cannot take such a risk. Aakhir aane wali generations ka sawaal hai.
In the face of such conclusive proof that only fair is beautiful mom doesn’t argue anymore.
Friday, September 16, 2005
55 words
It was dark and lonely she felt somebody following her. She hastened her steps, but the feeling persisted. She hid in an alley, waiting to catch her stalker .......... still waiting ....... there is nobody. She is relieved. She comes out and starts walking leaving her fear behind. Courage joins her it was following her all along.
Abducted Floater Found in a Mangled State
DISTRESS NEWS SERVICE
16 September, 2005
Theft of a floater was reported on Wednesday evening. The floater belonged to Bhagya and was stolen by a dog from outside the Yoga classes she attends. She had to go back home barefoot, her trauma did not end there. Next day morning the floater was found in an extremely mangled condition and was thrown away without her permission. She has written to the Corporator of Lake Town, who has promised her a committee will be set to investigate the matter. Police have dismissed involvement of any gang of dogs; they have proof to believe that this is the work of a lone hungry dog. Similar incidents have been reported earlier too and residents of Lake Town feel the security measures taken by the police are not enough. Dim a friend of Bhagya’s said, it is very unfortunate that the floater was stolen and then found in such a bad state, really unfortunate. Kathy on condition of anonymity said that this was bound to happen someday. Ganju another colleague of the victim (Bhagya) was too excited to comment. Please observe two minutes of silence in solidarity for the lost floater.
16 September, 2005
Theft of a floater was reported on Wednesday evening. The floater belonged to Bhagya and was stolen by a dog from outside the Yoga classes she attends. She had to go back home barefoot, her trauma did not end there. Next day morning the floater was found in an extremely mangled condition and was thrown away without her permission. She has written to the Corporator of Lake Town, who has promised her a committee will be set to investigate the matter. Police have dismissed involvement of any gang of dogs; they have proof to believe that this is the work of a lone hungry dog. Similar incidents have been reported earlier too and residents of Lake Town feel the security measures taken by the police are not enough. Dim a friend of Bhagya’s said, it is very unfortunate that the floater was stolen and then found in such a bad state, really unfortunate. Kathy on condition of anonymity said that this was bound to happen someday. Ganju another colleague of the victim (Bhagya) was too excited to comment. Please observe two minutes of silence in solidarity for the lost floater.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Tiff
Had a tiff with the BEST Bus Driver today. After waiting for 15 minutes a bus for my route came, there was already a bus at the bus stop hence this bus had to stop behind it, so I got in from the front door. The driver stopped me and rudely said, "yahan se kyun chadh rahi ho", I said aapne yahaan pe bus roka isliye yahaan se chadh rahi hoon.
My answer only made him more angry, he said,"Toh main kya bus aage wale bus par chadhaoon, I said, Maine kab yeh kahaan, mujhe peeche tak chal kar nahi jaana tha toh main yahaan se chadh gayi, apka kya nuksaan ho gaya"
Well no need to say, my attitude did not go down well with him. He raised the danda that stops people from getting in or out of the front door and said, "Aap utar jao aur peeche se chadho, I said, Main utar jaungi par aap Bus nahi bhagana. I got down and he brought the bus to the bus stop and stopped at the right place, the back door exactly in front of me, I got in.
If this incident had happened may be a month back, I would have meekly alighted the bus, ran to the back door to get in from there praying that the bus should not start, but this time I stood my ground. Have I become confrontational, Dim thinks I have. But I think I have only stopped taking crap from people.
My answer only made him more angry, he said,"Toh main kya bus aage wale bus par chadhaoon, I said, Maine kab yeh kahaan, mujhe peeche tak chal kar nahi jaana tha toh main yahaan se chadh gayi, apka kya nuksaan ho gaya"
Well no need to say, my attitude did not go down well with him. He raised the danda that stops people from getting in or out of the front door and said, "Aap utar jao aur peeche se chadho, I said, Main utar jaungi par aap Bus nahi bhagana. I got down and he brought the bus to the bus stop and stopped at the right place, the back door exactly in front of me, I got in.
If this incident had happened may be a month back, I would have meekly alighted the bus, ran to the back door to get in from there praying that the bus should not start, but this time I stood my ground. Have I become confrontational, Dim thinks I have. But I think I have only stopped taking crap from people.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Heart stops going ummmmmmmmm
Pulse donot read this post, cause I have dissected Salaam Namaste's story. Don't tell me I didnot warn you.
Watched Salaam Namaste yesterday, its an enjoyable movie, all colourful and lovely. The first part is very funny and thankfully the second part wasn't dragged too much, though Ms.Ambar does shed few tears between screaming at the top of her voice and dancing in the middle of the night on the streets.
Saif is good like always, though his character Nick is referred to as jerk several times in the movie, I wonder why. Is it his fault that Amby changes her decision and he doesn't. Their relationship is based on mutual understanding and wants. Unfortunately she gets pregnant and in the beginning both agree that abortion is the best way out. But then Amby changes her mind about the baby, she wants it and he doesn't and then starts the tirade about how insensitive and unsupportive Nick is. He does the dishes and cleans the house how much more sensitive do you expect a guy to be, who doesn't even want to be in that situation in the first place. Awright from a woman's point of view maybe he is insensitive, but only because he is angry, if Amby can be angry cause he does not understand, then he has a right to be angry too, cause he feels she does not understand. The fact that he is around while most men would run away makes it clear that he is supportive though in a denial mode, but he will come around and he does.
She is against getting an abortion maybe because the baby is in her, its a life thats growing in her and she feels it and is unable to end it. But the case is not the same with him, he cannot feel like her cause he is not able to understand the transformation she is going through.
So it only shows how important it is to get our priorities right before getting into a relationship. Everything in life comes with a price tag, sometimes much higher than we expect. Once we get down to paying, the heart stops going ummmmmmmmmmmmm.
Watched Salaam Namaste yesterday, its an enjoyable movie, all colourful and lovely. The first part is very funny and thankfully the second part wasn't dragged too much, though Ms.Ambar does shed few tears between screaming at the top of her voice and dancing in the middle of the night on the streets.
Saif is good like always, though his character Nick is referred to as jerk several times in the movie, I wonder why. Is it his fault that Amby changes her decision and he doesn't. Their relationship is based on mutual understanding and wants. Unfortunately she gets pregnant and in the beginning both agree that abortion is the best way out. But then Amby changes her mind about the baby, she wants it and he doesn't and then starts the tirade about how insensitive and unsupportive Nick is. He does the dishes and cleans the house how much more sensitive do you expect a guy to be, who doesn't even want to be in that situation in the first place. Awright from a woman's point of view maybe he is insensitive, but only because he is angry, if Amby can be angry cause he does not understand, then he has a right to be angry too, cause he feels she does not understand. The fact that he is around while most men would run away makes it clear that he is supportive though in a denial mode, but he will come around and he does.
She is against getting an abortion maybe because the baby is in her, its a life thats growing in her and she feels it and is unable to end it. But the case is not the same with him, he cannot feel like her cause he is not able to understand the transformation she is going through.
So it only shows how important it is to get our priorities right before getting into a relationship. Everything in life comes with a price tag, sometimes much higher than we expect. Once we get down to paying, the heart stops going ummmmmmmmmmmmm.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Tanhayee
Akela pan mehsoos hota tha apni tanhayee ke bina
Kho gayi thi main zindagi ke mele mein
Mushgul rehti thi kaii jhamelon mein
Bhool gaii thi tanhayee ka aalam
Sochana chod diya tha akele mein
Ab phir se saath jud gaya hai tanhayee se
Tanha Dil khil utha hai khushi se
Khud se ab tanhayee mein batein hongi
Suljhenge sabhi maslen aasani se
Umeed hai saath bana rahega tumse
Varna yeh safar katega mushkil se
Kho gayi thi main zindagi ke mele mein
Mushgul rehti thi kaii jhamelon mein
Bhool gaii thi tanhayee ka aalam
Sochana chod diya tha akele mein
Ab phir se saath jud gaya hai tanhayee se
Tanha Dil khil utha hai khushi se
Khud se ab tanhayee mein batein hongi
Suljhenge sabhi maslen aasani se
Umeed hai saath bana rahega tumse
Varna yeh safar katega mushkil se
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Mere Ghar ke aage Mohabbat likha hai
"Mere Ghar ka seedha sa itna pata hai
Mere Ghar ke aage Mohabbat likha hai
Na dastak zaroori, na awaaz dena
Mere Ghar ka darwazaa koi nahi hai"
Aisa mera ek ghar ho,
kisi jheel ya behti sarita ke kinare.
Jaha pahadon ki chaav ho aur aasmaan ho chath.
Suraj ki kirano se ujala ho aur suraj ke dhalne se andhera.
Aisi jagah mera ek ghar ho.
Ek Ghar jo pyaar, Mohabbat se bhara ho
Aisa ghar jo dharti pe jannat ho
Woh kitabon aur sangeet ka aashiyana ho
Aisa mera ek ghar ho
Phoolon aur paudhon se ghira hua ek ghar
Chand, sitare jahaan se nazar aaye aisa ek ghar.
Pyaar aur Mohabbat se bhara aisa mera ek ghar ho
Mere Ghar ke aage Mohabbat likha hai
Na dastak zaroori, na awaaz dena
Mere Ghar ka darwazaa koi nahi hai"
Aisa mera ek ghar ho,
kisi jheel ya behti sarita ke kinare.
Jaha pahadon ki chaav ho aur aasmaan ho chath.
Suraj ki kirano se ujala ho aur suraj ke dhalne se andhera.
Aisi jagah mera ek ghar ho.
Ek Ghar jo pyaar, Mohabbat se bhara ho
Aisa ghar jo dharti pe jannat ho
Woh kitabon aur sangeet ka aashiyana ho
Aisa mera ek ghar ho
Phoolon aur paudhon se ghira hua ek ghar
Chand, sitare jahaan se nazar aaye aisa ek ghar.
Pyaar aur Mohabbat se bhara aisa mera ek ghar ho
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Isolated Living
Recently my friend Mumu’s fiancé has been looking for a house to buy. Finding a decent house in Mumbai that fits your budget is a difficult task for anybody. It has been more difficult for my friend as she is a Muslim, wonder what that has to do with buying a house; well it does, even in a cosmopolitan city like Mumbai.
When they would contact some builders, he would assure them that he has some nice flats that they will like, the moment they gave their names suddenly the flats would be unavailable. Some of the housing societies very candidly refused to sell them flats stating with a sweet smile Sorry No Minorities. A very frustrating experience for this family, they are nothing but a normal middle class family, which pays their taxes like every other person and don’t make much fuss about who their neighbour is. Are we so narrow-minded, intolerant and discriminating that we take away the right to dwell in a place of our choice on the basis of religion.
Even when we were looking for a house, the first question the broker asked us was are you guys vegetarian or non-vegetarian. When we said that we are non-vegetarians, he straight away told us that in that case it won’t be possible to get a flat in some of the locations we were interested in cause it’s a Gujarati locality and they wouldn’t want meat eaters among them. My question is if we are such bigots then why do we leave our villages, which is made of people of our own communities and settle down in different parts of the world. If we do make other parts of world our home, than what right do we have to impose our beliefs on to others and who are we to discriminate or decide who will stay where.
Another of my friends who happens to be from the same minority faces a similar dilemma. Theirs is the most secular (I can’t use that word without flinching ) family I know. My friend and her sisters would wear bindis, they celebrated Raksha Bandhan and Holi just like any other Hindu family would do, not only that my friend would even accompany me to temples and their entire family would participate in Poojas and other religious festivities. But things changed after the 92 – 93 riots, their house and belongings were destroyed and they moved to a Muslim dominated locality in the far suburbs. Not only has this caused them inconvenience in travelling and access to services like hospitals and good schools, their lifestyle has changed drastically. My friend and her sisters have to now cover their head whenever they go out, they do not go out anymore in the late evenings. Very recently I asked her why don’t they shift back to wear they lived earlier, to which she said…….. peechle baar jaan toh bachi thi, agli baar woh bhi nahin bachi toh. So now they make do with a conservative lifestyle, even though they do not like it.
I am not being spiteful about any one community or religion, I am only wondering what makes us discriminate or think that we and our practices are superior to others? And in the long run where will such demographic shifts based on caste, class, religion lead us. No matter how educated and modern we would like to think we are somewhere the discriminating behaviour is deep rooted in our psyche.
When they would contact some builders, he would assure them that he has some nice flats that they will like, the moment they gave their names suddenly the flats would be unavailable. Some of the housing societies very candidly refused to sell them flats stating with a sweet smile Sorry No Minorities. A very frustrating experience for this family, they are nothing but a normal middle class family, which pays their taxes like every other person and don’t make much fuss about who their neighbour is. Are we so narrow-minded, intolerant and discriminating that we take away the right to dwell in a place of our choice on the basis of religion.
Even when we were looking for a house, the first question the broker asked us was are you guys vegetarian or non-vegetarian. When we said that we are non-vegetarians, he straight away told us that in that case it won’t be possible to get a flat in some of the locations we were interested in cause it’s a Gujarati locality and they wouldn’t want meat eaters among them. My question is if we are such bigots then why do we leave our villages, which is made of people of our own communities and settle down in different parts of the world. If we do make other parts of world our home, than what right do we have to impose our beliefs on to others and who are we to discriminate or decide who will stay where.
Another of my friends who happens to be from the same minority faces a similar dilemma. Theirs is the most secular (I can’t use that word without flinching ) family I know. My friend and her sisters would wear bindis, they celebrated Raksha Bandhan and Holi just like any other Hindu family would do, not only that my friend would even accompany me to temples and their entire family would participate in Poojas and other religious festivities. But things changed after the 92 – 93 riots, their house and belongings were destroyed and they moved to a Muslim dominated locality in the far suburbs. Not only has this caused them inconvenience in travelling and access to services like hospitals and good schools, their lifestyle has changed drastically. My friend and her sisters have to now cover their head whenever they go out, they do not go out anymore in the late evenings. Very recently I asked her why don’t they shift back to wear they lived earlier, to which she said…….. peechle baar jaan toh bachi thi, agli baar woh bhi nahin bachi toh. So now they make do with a conservative lifestyle, even though they do not like it.
I am not being spiteful about any one community or religion, I am only wondering what makes us discriminate or think that we and our practices are superior to others? And in the long run where will such demographic shifts based on caste, class, religion lead us. No matter how educated and modern we would like to think we are somewhere the discriminating behaviour is deep rooted in our psyche.
Friday, September 02, 2005
It's a Calling
Finally I have realised the purpose of my life. It happened yesterday, in the office as I was dozing off, as usual after lunch (sometimes I doze off before lunch too), the realisation dawned on me. If my blog could inspire somebody to create a blog, then imagine my potential to inspire people in every aspect of their lives. Then and there I decided what my future course in life would be, no I haven’t decided to join English Speaking Classes, I have decided to become a Spiritual Guru.
I think my Grandmother had foreseen this possibility when I was born, hence she named me Bhagyalaxmi, think about the impression such a pious name will have on all those not so evolved people seeking my blessings and wisdom. I can go by the name of Shri Shri Shri Shri Shri…………. Bhagyalaxmi Devi or Mata Karunamayi Bhagyalaxmi. I can already visualize myself in Saffron colour figure hugging gown, of course with time the colours and patterns of the gowns will change.
I am sure of my success as a Spiritual Guru, in fact I feel everything that I have done in my life was to prepare myself for this cause. Years of experience in service industry has taught me virtues like patience, sacrifice, service with a smile even though I would want to do the exact opposite. In my new role all I will have to do is keep smiling and hug people at random, not a difficult job, especially considering the money I will make. Why Random hugs? Well, a hug from Mata B means all your problems solved, if everybody’s problem gets solved who will come back.
I think my Grandmother had foreseen this possibility when I was born, hence she named me Bhagyalaxmi, think about the impression such a pious name will have on all those not so evolved people seeking my blessings and wisdom. I can go by the name of Shri Shri Shri Shri Shri…………. Bhagyalaxmi Devi or Mata Karunamayi Bhagyalaxmi. I can already visualize myself in Saffron colour figure hugging gown, of course with time the colours and patterns of the gowns will change.
I am sure of my success as a Spiritual Guru, in fact I feel everything that I have done in my life was to prepare myself for this cause. Years of experience in service industry has taught me virtues like patience, sacrifice, service with a smile even though I would want to do the exact opposite. In my new role all I will have to do is keep smiling and hug people at random, not a difficult job, especially considering the money I will make. Why Random hugs? Well, a hug from Mata B means all your problems solved, if everybody’s problem gets solved who will come back.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)