1. I wont ever…EVER force them into a career option of my choice…dramatically speaking, “live my dreams through them.”
2. Keep them back at home…forcefully during school trips.
3. Restrain them from talking to people of the opposite sex.
4. Force them to study…if they flunk, let them learn from their doings.
5. I won’t impose any particular style of dressing or impose a certain haircut.
6. Disallow late nights. (Not every night shall be a late night though.)
7. I WON’T peep into the monitor while they read their mails.
8. Read their diary in case they keep one.
9. I won’t act crazy if they turn out to be gay.
10. Hinder their freedom.
11. Freak out if they use words like, “sexy” and “hot.”
12. Limit their phone calls to “2 in a month.”
13. Discourage individualism, wildness, weirdness or craziness.
14. Restrain them from hugging their friends. Duh!
15. Snatch away the pleasure of living like hippies.
16. Disallow piercings.
PEACE
Sunday, May 2, 2010
This too Shall Pass.
It was a phase in life...so beautiful..but as painful
All the cherished moments have been locked, saved in a special corner deep inside
No more do i feel the agony curbing me down,
Not that im numb to it..but have learned to face life with it
There are days i feel myself breaking...moments of sheer agony..
But i know...like all the other sorrows in life...
This too shall pass...this too shall pass..
All the cherished moments have been locked, saved in a special corner deep inside
No more do i feel the agony curbing me down,
Not that im numb to it..but have learned to face life with it
There are days i feel myself breaking...moments of sheer agony..
But i know...like all the other sorrows in life...
This too shall pass...this too shall pass..
17 Things I would have loved to Say on my Grad-day. :D
1. We know we’re supposed to tie our salwars above what “you” call the waistline…but our comfort level matters a little more than your concerns, thank you.
2. We’re not supposed to apply kajal “before” coming to school, but not a day before that chore. Be thankful we’re on time, we have trouble enough catching the bus in the morning…how do you expect us to sit and remove eye-make up???!!!
3. We say “sorry”, to you teachers, just to appease you.
4. The fact that we talk in class does not mean we’re gossiping. Most of the time we’re bitching about you, “dear” teacher.
5. Passport size photographs are supposed to show our bright and beautiful young faces. How do we make you understand that Vaseline is “NOT” making up!
6. In continuation with point 5. We apply Vaseline and lip-balms in winters. That’s not… NOT make up! Else half the guys on the planet would be gay!
7. We say “hi” to our acquaintances in Columba’s. They’re NOT our boyfriends!
8. There’s a definite place (by current standards) and length (again by current standards) for the skirt. It’s a “skirt” and not a ghagra for heavens sake!
9. We smile; you say we giggle during the class. We don’t; you call us grumpy. Kindly decide and tell us at the earliest, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?”
10. We surely have a life beyond the walls of the classroom and boundaries of the school. And also, the fact that we own a cell phone “does not” mean we’re guy-ing (c’mon! you’re smart enough to guess what I mean!)
11. Our running in the corridor, sitting without crossing our ankles, calling each other by sir-names, giving hi-5’s, and giving birthday bumps (tired. Add the rest yourself) does not mean we’re “unladylike”. Go refresh your dictionary.
12. I will hug my male/female/others, friends. That does not make me gay/committed/other.
13. Hey! The fact that you’re sexually frustrated for so many god forsaken reasons does not mean you’ll vent it out on us!
14. Our sense of dressing “outside” the school is a matter of personal choice. Keep your opinions to yourself.
15. The fact that we re-tie our hair in the class room does not men we are beautifying ourselves. We’re doing you a favor by looking presentable by “your” standards. Respect that.
16. Thanks by the way for removing the hair band. They sure were a pain in the butt!
17. Let that poor (a synonym for what you’d call “privileged”) student council live! Credit them for all the work they do. They deserve it more than many (not all) of you put together.
Issued in C.J.M. INTEREST.
2. We’re not supposed to apply kajal “before” coming to school, but not a day before that chore. Be thankful we’re on time, we have trouble enough catching the bus in the morning…how do you expect us to sit and remove eye-make up???!!!
3. We say “sorry”, to you teachers, just to appease you.
4. The fact that we talk in class does not mean we’re gossiping. Most of the time we’re bitching about you, “dear” teacher.
5. Passport size photographs are supposed to show our bright and beautiful young faces. How do we make you understand that Vaseline is “NOT” making up!
6. In continuation with point 5. We apply Vaseline and lip-balms in winters. That’s not… NOT make up! Else half the guys on the planet would be gay!
7. We say “hi” to our acquaintances in Columba’s. They’re NOT our boyfriends!
8. There’s a definite place (by current standards) and length (again by current standards) for the skirt. It’s a “skirt” and not a ghagra for heavens sake!
9. We smile; you say we giggle during the class. We don’t; you call us grumpy. Kindly decide and tell us at the earliest, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?”
10. We surely have a life beyond the walls of the classroom and boundaries of the school. And also, the fact that we own a cell phone “does not” mean we’re guy-ing (c’mon! you’re smart enough to guess what I mean!)
11. Our running in the corridor, sitting without crossing our ankles, calling each other by sir-names, giving hi-5’s, and giving birthday bumps (tired. Add the rest yourself) does not mean we’re “unladylike”. Go refresh your dictionary.
12. I will hug my male/female/others, friends. That does not make me gay/committed/other.
13. Hey! The fact that you’re sexually frustrated for so many god forsaken reasons does not mean you’ll vent it out on us!
14. Our sense of dressing “outside” the school is a matter of personal choice. Keep your opinions to yourself.
15. The fact that we re-tie our hair in the class room does not men we are beautifying ourselves. We’re doing you a favor by looking presentable by “your” standards. Respect that.
16. Thanks by the way for removing the hair band. They sure were a pain in the butt!
17. Let that poor (a synonym for what you’d call “privileged”) student council live! Credit them for all the work they do. They deserve it more than many (not all) of you put together.
Issued in C.J.M. INTEREST.
Point Blank
It’s quite strange how life can swing you from utmost misery to a cup overflowing with joy. It’s even hilarious. Sometimes you give some people so much love and you’re taken like some old piece of rag, what’s worse is that you continue to love. And you finally call it a shot not because you don’t want to love them but because you want to save yourself that sliver self respect and dignity. It’s actually hilariously strange and ironical.
Look around for that handful of people who do not treat you like that, (I quote an elder) “public property that can be picked up and dropped off at any time they feel convenient.” They actually are a handful, value them.
And of course there’s no dearth of those #$%^ ^&%%$% !@@#$%^& who’ll never realize the fight you put up for them, the things you go through and the value of “YOU”. Your love of course is understandable (I know coz I’ve been there) but dude, a shift in priorities is a high time demand of the situation. I’m sure there are many out there hurling hurt remarks at you, but you just can’t avoid them due to various reasons (e.g. relatives-the irritating kinds). But there are those you can stop adding to your list by “acting” intelligent. They are those who’ll never believe your truths and when it comes to lies… (May be you haven’t said any) well, no comments.
I have gained yet another piece of knowledge, an ounce of wisdom- give it your all till it hurts, and the moment it hurts…stop giving altogether. Point blank.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
DROWNING IN THAT CUP OF SORROWS...
Amidst this infinite darkness of cold loneliness,
High on the fiery flames of frustration,
Drenched in the downpour of hatred,
Beguiled by the tricks of one's emotions,
Soiled with longings,
Breathing pain...agony,
Trying to stay afloat in this sea of sorrows,
Trying hard to reach out to that sky of hope,
But drowning further down...
Deeper and deeper and deeper down...
Saturday, March 27, 2010
To That Missing Pinch of Happiness.
you can so not count on people these days....its a cruel , selfish world..everyone's actions have motives behind it, and all these motives happen to be so fuckin selfish..from parents to siblings to your dates....all!
and people are so skilled- they can portray themselves any which way they want to and leave an individual so confused as to what next..? what will be the next face i encounter, is this the same person i knew not so long back..?
how life and people can change in a jiffy!how all that's planned can come crashing down..
and your inheritance is pain...
it becomes a part of daily living for some... an ingredient (as indispensable as salt) in the pudding of life
whatever happened to that pinch of happiness that we all crave for?
and people are so skilled- they can portray themselves any which way they want to and leave an individual so confused as to what next..? what will be the next face i encounter, is this the same person i knew not so long back..?
how life and people can change in a jiffy!how all that's planned can come crashing down..
and your inheritance is pain...
it becomes a part of daily living for some... an ingredient (as indispensable as salt) in the pudding of life
whatever happened to that pinch of happiness that we all crave for?
MY CREED (Modified)
God made me, i was no accident, i was in god's plan.
And he doesn’t make junk....EVER.
I was born to be, a successful human being..
That’s what i thought...But now its an altogether different story...Here’s how it goes now a days:
I had talents potential, yes..
Was surely one of a kind...
Then came along 12th...
Ruination was knocking my door, without my realization of the same..
And now that I've realized...It’s to no avail...
'Coz my universe came crashing down after the history board...
Terms like "hell" and "damnation" define what i earlier called...Well...
"My Life...”
And he doesn’t make junk....EVER.
I was born to be, a successful human being..
That’s what i thought...But now its an altogether different story...Here’s how it goes now a days:
I had talents potential, yes..
Was surely one of a kind...
Then came along 12th...
Ruination was knocking my door, without my realization of the same..
And now that I've realized...It’s to no avail...
'Coz my universe came crashing down after the history board...
Terms like "hell" and "damnation" define what i earlier called...Well...
"My Life...”
Demons in Disguise
Life makes such tempting offers…beckons with such charm. The temptations arrive in packages, in the form of material pleasures, those sweetly sinful indulgences and the most dangerous of all incarnations- HUMANS.
Materialistic pleasures, so selfish they make us…creates such cravings… forces us to plagiarize and become who we aren’t. All this so we’re not ostracized from that surrounding that we long to be a part of. And we go to such extravagant extents to make sure we “fit in.”
Sinister indulgences, those tempting…tantalizingly tempting things in life that we get ourselves into. Its wrong, shouldn’t be done, we should run the other way on the mere thought of it…but, again a tempting offer that life gives, and the fallen angels that we are, we “indulge” in those contravening pleasures of life…
But… when it comes to humans, believe me, I have but just an iota of trust left within for this specimen. There seem to be just a handful, a miniscule number of them that I trust. Its ravaging to watch those whom you want to trust, play with words and skills to make you feel like a puppet in their hands… and please, the fact that I haven’t called out on your lies doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed. Hello? Not all of us are dumb wits! So, back to the point, humans-innocent and beautiful looking creations of the almighty, but seething with deceit and warmongerings (if that’s even a word) are to date in my experience up to now, most dangerous. They all act in collusion.
Here’s a modified saying to end the note with:
All the world’s a shit hole.
And all the men and women merely diggers!
acknowledgments: a note of thanks to:
abin- for helping with the title
to all those alive 'coz it illegal to kill you, thanks coz you prompted my imagination to come up with this note.. :X
Materialistic pleasures, so selfish they make us…creates such cravings… forces us to plagiarize and become who we aren’t. All this so we’re not ostracized from that surrounding that we long to be a part of. And we go to such extravagant extents to make sure we “fit in.”
Sinister indulgences, those tempting…tantalizingly tempting things in life that we get ourselves into. Its wrong, shouldn’t be done, we should run the other way on the mere thought of it…but, again a tempting offer that life gives, and the fallen angels that we are, we “indulge” in those contravening pleasures of life…
But… when it comes to humans, believe me, I have but just an iota of trust left within for this specimen. There seem to be just a handful, a miniscule number of them that I trust. Its ravaging to watch those whom you want to trust, play with words and skills to make you feel like a puppet in their hands… and please, the fact that I haven’t called out on your lies doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed. Hello? Not all of us are dumb wits! So, back to the point, humans-innocent and beautiful looking creations of the almighty, but seething with deceit and warmongerings (if that’s even a word) are to date in my experience up to now, most dangerous. They all act in collusion.
Here’s a modified saying to end the note with:
All the world’s a shit hole.
And all the men and women merely diggers!
acknowledgments: a note of thanks to:
abin- for helping with the title
to all those alive 'coz it illegal to kill you, thanks coz you prompted my imagination to come up with this note.. :X
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