Sex defies logic

Sex is the biggest selling factor for almost all products. Health, in my judgement, is still only the second best selling factor. We have naked ladies spewed across televisions, billboards, magazines, and what not.. so much so that we seldom do not tend to reflect back on them as anything out of the ordinary.

So what makes the advertisements based on sex so lucrative? Obviously, the first reason could be that sex = 'pleasure'. So it is pleasurable for men and women to watch and sense the passion and pleasurable instincts that can be brought to the screen by simple suggestive moods, poses, and details. But, I reckon that is the only reason. Because look at babies. We all tend to coo and awee at babies, and we cannot help but get attracted towards the 'cuteness' factor. Isn't that a pleasurable instinct?? I can fairly agree that not all of us are crazy about babies but yes most of us cannot ignore them either. So, apart from pleasure there is something more that these advertisements provide.

Now let us look at the demographics of the audience. The majority of the buyers are still women despite the fact that most of the sex selling ads have semi-nude ladies in them. Now men have a lucrative factor that makes them a worthy buyer, they like sex, and they want sex. When they see sexy ladies, they want to know what that sexy lady wants from them and fantasize about having them. When it comes to women, it gets a little complicated. Women seldom give importance to what they want. They are sometimes more worried about what others want from them. I am not generalizing, but I speak for myself. I would love to be selfish to my needs, but not at the cost of knowing what others may need from me. When women see and notice the semi-nude ladies, they also tend to feel a responsibility in knowing what men want, and subsequently what men would look for in a woman like her.

So, I may be bold as to say that men are not the only ones who fantasize about 'women', but to an extent women fantasize about other women too. I guess women also want to know what men want and how they can be the next subject of attraction. So the formula for selling sex as a factor of 'want and need' is a success with both men and women. And so my next question would be how did a 'taboo' subject like sex become such a big mass media selling factor?

Our society for ages have not been addressing sex in the public until recently. I am not saying we were prudent before, we still have age old 'kama-sutra' and such pornographic tales and escapades happening for centuries. But, correct me if I am wrong, pornography is not equivalent to sex. Pornography tends to devalue the act of sex by turning it to a pure physical pleasure product. While ads still do not show or portray pornography in them, they are taking the sexual nuances and interweaving them in a passionate and attractive package that makes us interested. Even back then many such hush-hush topics were involving sex and the affairs of our neighbors or kith and kin. But, they remained hush-hush and never really became a public topic to discuss such as politics, movies, or cars. I think for many ages we just took it for granted that sex is purely meant for reproduction and therefore any pleasure or passion derived from it is just an 'add-on'. When society started to realize that passion and pleasure could sometimes over-ride the need to reproduce, it sprouted to an increase in need for prostitutes and affairs.

So, if my understanding is correct, as civilization progressed we began to understand that comfort, luxury and pleasure are not just subject to our lifestyle, but they can actually become objects of desire that we may covet, buy, or achieve in due course of time. So everyone became a master of his own pleasures, and the person attaining pleasures became pleasurable in the eyes of others as well. If you saw someone driving a Lexus, or BMW, and if you owned a Toyota Camry, you could be eyeing the old lady with the BMW convertible and think 'damn, u lucky old.." Similarly when men start having affairs with many women, the other men had only two choices: either join the clan of men and enjoy the pleasure, or become a mere spectator and enjoy hearing and seeing it, as a mode of indirect pleasure. Women also started to have similar thoughts by this time, because I am sure they must also have wondered what makes those prostitutes so lucrative, and also to understand that men's needs have changed and therefore they should start becoming more assertive about their looks. So I guess the rules of attraction changed just then..and since being prostitute was looked down upon, even though now it is considered fashion, it is still a taboo. Preferring to be attractive became a prerogative and therefore they started including the tactics of the new rules of the sex game, while still maintaining their integrity of being an upstanding citizen of society.

When media became prevalent, it was not long before people making ads started catching up on to the trend and realizing that if prostitutes could make money out of their act, then they could take the tactics and make money with just subtle hints and still remain safe because they would have merely scraped the surface. Take Axe for example. They base their soap on the pure instinct about passion and attraction. No one cares if they eventually get women because of the soap, but they dwell on the possibilities after looking at the ad and so the trend catches on. Take the example of perfumes, women saying fragnances are important to the look and feel of their body, gives every woman the want and need to want to possess those powers of attraction. Take Haagen Dazs icecream.. they portray icecream as an aphrodisiac for passion, enjoy a sexy night with icecream.. is a lucrative offer.. because it is pleasure to the eyes as well our taste buds. I mean.. the subtlety of this subject gave the media clan a powerful hand in approaching taboo subjects without getting scorned upon by the society. Even now sex and adult jokes are easily the most popular and considered most hilarious.

On the whole, the only thing that makes me wonder is.. when we as people are finding a subject taboo and yet still we are tempted to approach the same subject again and again in every walk of our life; it tends to make me believe that we are no different than babies. When you tell a baby oooh dont touch that.. the baby will get distracted for a short while but still come back and try to touch it again and again. It defies logic.. but that's how our human nature is. Why the media is using sex as a selling factor when it is an awkward subject to talk about in public, is an enigma..and it defies logic.. but I guess only our brains can tell us why we are the way we are.

An Indian short story...

It was a bright sunny morning in Mohandas Nagar. The birds on the trees were chirping in an orchestral fashion. The Deepkumar residence was bustling with activity. A beautiful mansion with five rooms, a beautiful corridor, a back-lawn and a room full of people which consisted the Deepkumar joint family. Neena Aunty was seen decorating the steps of the house with a traditional rangoli marking the official start of her daily chores.

She shouts "Raghuu..." as she goes in. Raghu, her oldest son is the most serious and stern personality to say the least of the lot.

"Yes Mamaa. I will be at the bus stop to receive them well ahead of time. Cash for the Sabziwala is kept in the second drawer".

"Oh.. I know where you always keep them, now run along and don't forget to give them a warm welcome smile, or even a hug". Neena sure made Raghu cringe and all he gave back was a nod with a frown.

As he got in to the autorickshaw, the auto driver cleaning the glass spoke in a local dialect "what a beautiful day it is.. isn't it?"

"Yes.. Ramu kaka, my brother's family is visiting from Mumbai. So off to the bus stop." said Raghu.

Ramukaka hid his smile, knowing Raghu from his teenage years, they were no longer just a driver and client, but it goes much more than that. But, neither character is one for showing their overly affectionate side. Yet they have stayed true with each other all this while. As great friends, Ramukaka always makes special reservations only for Raghu's family.

The scene at the bus stop was one of major chaos. The bus had arrived and Karapchand Deepkumar got down with his wife, his two sons Rohit and Meeth. Ramu kaka stopped the auto closer to the bus, not minding the "no-autos" sign as he knew the town and the townspeople very well.

"RAGHU" Karapchand shouted and waved his hand. Catching Raghu's attention, he came along and both brothers exchanged pleasantaries. They hurdled into the autos as Ramukaka had already arranged with his fellow auto drivers and headed back home.

At the house, giggles and loud talking could be heard as all the cousins had come over to join the reunion. Of those, Neena Aunty fondly hugged Deepa who was a young meek girl, naughty as a kid, but had grown up to be a fine young bride. She promised Neena Aunty that she will be staying until the end of this month. Honking horn sounds of the autos woke everyone up from their trance and the welcoming party was a sight to see. Karapchand overwhelmed and excited got down and hugged and exchanged pleasantries with everyone. The 'aarti' was brought out by Neena aunty and Karapchand gave out coins to Rohit and Meeth for putting on it.

Rohit said "Oh no Pops.. I got this one." and took out a wallet jingling with coins and notes.

Karapchand chuckled and said with pride "Yes, yes, I know. You are now a working lad who can handle your finances all by yourself".

Meeth snatched both the coins from his dad saying "Aah.. but I am still not! So any spare money is more money for me!"

Everyone laughed and Neena Aunty ruffled both her grandsons' hair, especially stopping at Rohit, saying "with every growing year, you are looking more and more like Raghu". Rohit tried his best to not show his embarassment and Meeth's eyes were grinning. But, taking this moment a bit further, Deepa stepped in and said "yes yes would you look at the resemblance!" If it were young years, Rohit would have by now chased Deepa around the house for this, but now he has immense respect for his cousin sister since she got on the stage as a young bride. He could hardly recognize her then..and even now he still can't believe how mature she looks.

"Come on in everyone or we will be late for lunch" echoed Raghu's voice and everyone barged into the house in anticipation.

As the luggage was brought in by Ramu kaka and friends, Rohit said "oh, give me that suitcase. I need it for my trip to South Park." Deepa exclaimed "Whattt.. but you just arrived!!!". Karapchand's wife sighed saying "yes. who would have thought vacation was a non existing concept in today's corporations. He says he has to attend this class held in Southpark."

"Its a seminar and you know that I really want to go, right?"replied Rohit.

"Yes yes I know.. now you be careful with your suitcase and keep it separate from the rest of the luggage" said his mom rolling her eyes before going to help others in the kitchen.

After lunch, the family dispersed in the huge house, women primarily occupying the bedroom and men lazing around in the hall. A burst of laughter was heard and in came Tamanna with her drenched churidhar scolding Meeth all the way.

"Why do you have to do this everytime??"

"Why do you have to fall for this everytime???"mocked Meeth right behind.

Giving high-five to Meeth was Sahil who calls himself Superstar Sullivan for some reason. His sense of humor is unbeatable and gets even stronger when he partners up with Meeth.

Rohit and Deepa joined them, as Tamanna and Deepa were best of friends and not to mention classmates from 1st grade.

Rohit said "whats the plan now?"

And Tamanna said "well there is a huge Thai expose in North cross Avenue, and people from all over the world will be there". "Especially lots of foriegn girls", she added with a chuckle.

"Well, then what are we waiting for. Let's Go!" exclaimed Meeth.

"Not so fast bro, I need to check my train schedule." said Rohit as Raghu came by. Raghu gave the ticket to Rohit saying "The train leaves at 3 :00 PM sharp, so you may want to be there on time."

Just then Rohit's mom exclaimed "But, son you haven't packed your bag yet."

Rohit discarded his mom's concern saying "oh mom, I can take care of it as soon as I come back!"

Off they headed to the Thai expose, which was completely unbelievable. People from all over the world had gathered. Music was heard miles away from North Cross Street. As Rohit and Deepa were walking, Tamanna barged in from behind shouting "Rohiiiiit.. can you please tell this annoying bro of yours to get off my back. I can't bear the PJ's anymore..Arghh!"

Giggling and giving high-five's were Meeth and Sahil. Sahil made his funny face and Meeth burst into laughter. "Now, guys aren't you both getting a lil old for this pitter patter?" voiced Deepa.

"Yeah agreed. Meeth, listen to what Deepa Mami has to say" said Rohit and giggled along with Meeth, Sahil and Tamanna. "Aah not you tooo!!!" exclaimed Deepa.

As the five entered North Cross Street, their eyes went wide with surprise. "WOW" exclaimed someone one beside them. They couldn't believe how beautiful it was. Huge Thai dancing dolls like skyscrapers, each one very beautifully articulated stood before their eyes. After spending quality time looking over each and every artefact in display, they snatched their icecream and started to head home as it was close to 3 PM and Rohit decided to bid adieu to Tamanna, Sahil, and Meeth saying that he had to return home sooner in order to get packed and ready to go to the railway station. Deepa volunteered to accompany Rohit back home and help him get to the station as well.

As the two entered home, Rohit's mom was waiting in the doorway scolding "how long have you taken. I told you that I could have packed your bags." Rohit ignored his mom and went straight to the suitcase. Deepa followed him saying "Don't worry. All moms can never accept that their kids have grown up. It's a flaw in their job requirement you see." Hearing this, Rohit chuckled and resumed packing his suit and other clothes into an old airbag. Raghu entered then saying "Ramukaka is waiting for you outside with his autorickshaw near the Banyan tree." "Nandini, isn't there any other airbag other than this old one that you could have given to Rohit" quipped Raghu to his wife. Deepa exclaimed "Dad.. it's just a three day seminar. He will not need anything bigger than this." Rohit agreed saying "Yes, Uncle. It is a call-center L&S internship, and with so many people around, no one is going to bother about even their clothes."

Deepa insisted on leaving Rohit in the station, and Raghu informed that Ramukaka will always be with them. As both Deepa and Rohit came out they found no sign of Ramu kaka or his auto. And then from nowwhere, Ramukaka came from behind saying "Didnt Raghu Bhaiyya tell you that I was waiting by the Banyan tree?" Deepa exclaimed "Sorry kaka. No time for this. Step on the rickshaw.. its almost 3 PM!"

The station was overly crowded and as Ramukaka got down with the heavy airbag, Deepa and Rohit were already heading to the line in front of the Booking counter. When Rohit got his chance in front of the counter, he realized he had already missed the train as it had come 10 minutes early. But he had trouble asking the man for more details. So he came out and called Deepa saying "hmm.. could you like explain to him that I need to reserve my ticket in the next train." Deepa hurried in and asked in the local dialect "When is the next train?" The man checked his register and said "3:15 PM" Deepa looked at the watch and it showed 3:11. "Oh Gosh, please give the ticket. Can we catch this train?" she asked. The man replied "Yeah you should be able to." Deepa and Rohit rushed to the platform with Ramukaka carrying the bag right behind them.

The platform was filled with people, many of them from the Thai expose. It was 3:19 PM and the train was late. Deepa insisted Ramukaka that he go back to the auto, as in a hurry he had parked in a no-parking zone. But Ramukaka refused saying "I have given my word to Raghu Bhaiyya that I will not let you children out of my sight." Sounds of the train's siren came loud as it approached the station. Initial commotion on the platform died down into gasps and exclaims of confusion as the train pulled into the platform slowly. Each compartment had been blown in with only ragged broken structures standing in place of the compartments. On top of each of these blown structures were men in dirty filthy khaki uniforms holding what looked like guns. The train pulled to a halt. The platform was almost quiet now as the man with bloodshot eyes holding a gun spoke in loud banging voice "Nobody Move.. if your life is dear to you."

More men climbed out of the torn apart train holding guns on to the platform. The bloodshot eyes man said "I want everybody to just stay put and hand over all the jewellery and money on to a pile in the platform and leave the station quietly." After a second of silence the reaction was a mixture of fear, alarm, anger and all put together. Three brave men came forward and said "you are not going to just get away with this. Tara Singh brothers are not cowards." The leader with bloodshot eyes, as he looked like one, calmly came to them and said "I am impressed that you are brave.. brave enough to die for others.." and three gunshots filled the air with smoke as all the three brothers stooped down and fell to the floor instantly dead.

Nobody spoke and the only other sound that could be heard was an eagle's wail far away, along with a woman's slow sobs as she removed her jewellery one by one..

It was starting to grow dark, Tamanna, Meeth and Sahil were munching on popcorn discussing their best moments at the Thai expose. Tamanna exclaimed how she loved the moving doll fashion show that changed costumes automatically. Sahil exclaimed that his best moment was running from the Icecream walla ; he ran away with his icecream.. calling himself Superstar Sullivan trying to impress the German babes that he indeed was treated like a King in his hometown. Meeth and Tamanna chuckled at Sahil's goofy ways. "So, Meeth.. what was your favorite moment?" "Mine?" said Meeth.. "mine is yet to come.. like right now.." as he put popcorn on Tamanna's head. Insulted and angry Tamanna removed the popcorn bits and entered into an area that had chains on the gate with a "NO TRESSPASSING- Closed for Work" sign.

Meeth changed the subject saying "Hey.. isn't this our playground where we used to play."

"Yeah.." said Tamanna, "But now.. with all the trees, it looks more like a Jungle Park to me. Some hotel is going to be built here I guess." Sahil went behind one of the trees and said "look on the bright side.. we can now play hide and seek and actually have a place to hide!" Both Tamanna and Meeth chuckled. Meeth said "Ah.. but Tamanna can't hide her big head that easily."

"THATS ENOUGH! Now you have gone too far.. Arghhh" shouted Tamanna chasing behind Meeth. Screeching of Tires and a loud crash on the gates tied with chains caught their attention. A huge limo like car had braked at the last moment very harshly. One window had crashed into the chains causing it to break halfway.

"LEAVE HER ALONE! I said I am coming with you, right?" shouted a young man's voice from inside the car. Muffled voices of men could be heard and the car screeched on its wheels as it sped away. A woman with a gagging cloth in her mouth could be seen from broken side of the window with armed men around. Meeth exclaimed "That's Rohit's Voice!" and simultaneously Tamanna cried in alarm "And that's Deepa, my best friend!"

"They have been Kidnapped!!!" exclaimed Sahil as Meeth and Tamanna gasped in horror!

It is up to these three to save them. Will they be able to? How will they?

Tune in to know more next time!

Midnight Snack - Nibble of Thoughts

While a few years ago, I would find myself sitting in the same spot.. gazing at my dinosaur aged computer PC.. munching away on a bag of whatsoever leftover snacks I could find in the pantry..while the gentle snores of family members can be heard; I reminisce walking in stealth mode under a tip-toeing spell to the restroom in da middle of the night..and those gentle clicks on the keyboard keys..with multiple windows open.. ok so.. before i get lost in this maze of flashbacks..let's flash past those young teenage days to the now.. much more boring.. yet still finding herself in confusing situations..woman of today. While somethings never change, some things end up changing us instead! So here I am..gazing at my sleek laptop LCD screen..(which still feels like a dinosaur compared to an iphone/tablet)..and instead of munching on high-calorie sorts.. I'm nibbling on high-quality thoughts!

It was a lazy summer day and after all that movie watching, eating good food, a mid-day slumber was nothing short of bliss! But wait, don't all the good things come back and bite us in our asses? Think of it the same way, you let yourself enjoy a relaxing day..and you end up like me with restless nights! Yes, there have been nights like these before.. but I never ventured to see an ounce of reasoning in waking up and blogging my thoughts, I just rolled over to the other side and snored away to glory! What makes it different now is of course a handy laptop that stays on almost 24 hours..and the fact that I am all the way on the other side of the universe...stripped away from family..and busy making my own family with my Mr. Right! I haven't put into words how I happen to meet Mr. Right or how I decided he was indeed Mr. Right.. well the fact is no, I didn't really decide.. obviously that's not why I married him.. I married him because he was my Mr. Love..and in love there is no right or wrong.. there is only.. love! My everyday is spent in experiencing how much of my love is right for me..and wondering whether I am making it wrong for him! Hehe..So while my thoughts are muddled, my fingers still seem to want to keep typing on!

You know how easy it is sometimes to talk for hours about someone you may have met just yesterday, or about something that happened just last night. Well, if you are like me, you would have heard every single torrid detail until you realize that you might as well have been there in person! But, despite this instinsic capabilities, there are certain major ordeals in life when you may seem to be scrambling for words.. My life is just like that! There is just so much emotion, passion and deep feelings involved with this person I call Mr. Right..that so many times I sat down and tried to jot down my thoughts..and every time I felt like I was sounding like a hallmark greeting card! The thoughts and feelings I have for him.. is just so.. mystical... strange yet familiar... new yet reminiscent.. full of happiness yet pinch of fear and sadness..ugh! why is it soo hard??

Sometimes I wonder if the fact that the relationship with him is an in-explainable phenomenon that makes it a real worthy one. If you are like me, a Scorpio, we have this tendency to always analyze every person like he is a test frog and want to dissect every single aspect and action to tag a right emotion category. While I have conducted several tests..so much so that I could be called the PhD of annoying questions, I have never been able to decipher just what it is about him that makes me want to come back and dig in deeper and deeper. We Scorpios have a dangerous capability of never sticking to one thing for too long, and we can.. mind my words.. be easily 'bored' due to our over-excited colorful personalities. But hey, that didn't stop me yet.. and God knows why, I believe that this is exactly why I have not stopped being me as well! Because somehow by strange set of circumstances, filled in with fairy-tale romance like storyline.. I have finally been able to shrug off the odd quirky self-doubting personality to pave way to an understanding loving person..which believe it or not.. never knew I had it in me!!! But..when it comes to describing my life with this Mr. Right.. I describe it the only way I know that justifies it strongly...and that is.. FUN! Yes, there is never a dull moment.. all the drama, action, comedy, and tragedy is in-built in me, and therefore my relationship..with him!

But he is different....I have come to realize.. he is very unlike any person I have ever known.. yet still has that oddly familiar streaks that makes him much more lovable. Maybe that is how it should be.. you should not be in that comparison mode at all..because that would make your Mr. Right at some panel equivalent to the other choices. And in my case, he surpasses everyone a mile or couple of hundred miles at stance. I am aware of how some people have this annoying habit of always trying to compare their siblings, their little ones, or their loved ones to the ones of their neighbor's and come up with some kind of a psychological checklist. I say.. BullSh*t. You know how much it annoys you when your parents may do it, and if you are a self-righteous parent or wife/husband.. you woudn't dare to venture into that misconstrued avenue. And I for one completely stand by my understanding that no one should stoop as low as to think life is a contest where you send your loved ones on the stage to see who can win with the most votes! Even if the rest of the world might applause you, that is a Big Time No-No and Boo's from the relationship point of view. Relationships are not social bait, they are your personal fate!

So while my fingers kept typing on, I have come to realize that it's ok. It's OK if I need not be able to decipher my Mr. Right.. because he is.. the most prized Enigma of my life! And I also realized that it is allright to not be able to express every bit of my feelings about my relationship.. because one can never see the whole picture of the world while we are still in it. And I for that matter prefer it that way..because it keeps me looking forward to every waking day..and gaze upon him with all the love and humility..knowing that I have just nibbled his surface..and I have my entire lifetime to learn and love every single moment spent with him.

Marriage - Institution or Prostitution?

I am fully aware that the title is sounding very scandalous as it is, but a shocking statement is befitting the state of affairs in today's society. I always like to start my post by posing a question and this time around I shall do the same. Ask anyone you know what is the most important thing that he would like to have? While I have not researched the answers prior to writing this, I can give a fairly good guess that the top two answers that are most likely to be popular are "love" and "money".

By now you must have realized that I have a tendency to psycho-analyze every single event or thought, that I come across and today's topic is merely another agenda. The way I look at these two answers, love and money, are that one symbolizes independence while the other dependence. Let me explain. Everyone of us have dreamt of how we will live luxuriously. Even if we achieve a certain amount of luxury, money is still a prized possession no matter which class of society you hail from, rich or poor. So what makes money such a lucrative possession? If you think about it in layman terms, I believe the single fact that money can give you the independence to spend it the way you want, buy things that you want, or go to places that you want, explains plenty. So a simple equation of having the utopian control over how we want to lead our lives is the epiphany of how much money we tend to have. So we could say that in a distorted way, Money in today's generation is a signature of our independence. Period. I can hear people saying material things aren't everything, but let's face it.. money is and probably will be the only most important asset any human in this world would covet or fight over. Now moving on to our other answer, every single human has a natural instinct towards feelings and showcasing them upon one another. A person looking for 'love' is necessarily a person looking for someone to depend on, to bank on when times get rough, or when times get happy or sad. Even a person having the independence of money will not be able to substantiate his stand without the dependence of his co-members of society. To be specific, a person achieves many things, but he can never achieve love, he can only earn it. And in order to earn it, you need to depend on someone to give it you. So, this brings us to the next equation of how love is the true form of dependence. While sometimes love can be bought, as in the case of prostitution, nevertheless we humans rely on this dependence and we strive on it all our lives to find that true soul who can provide it to us for free.

I believe a positive harmony of love and money, where independence meets dependence and together they form an 'union', is when a marriage is born. It becomes an institution when we give ourselves guidelines such as love each other until we die, be there for them through sickness and health, and most of all learn to be selfless in sharing our love and money. But this kind of utopia is currently non-existent. Every person has a selfish reason to be with someone, and although we may do acts of love and sacrifice, not all marriages are an equal equation. There are unbalanced marriages out there that are striving purely on 'tolerance'. When the tolerance level decreases dangerously, the equation breaks and divorces into fragments. While we see the negative aspect of this positive union, what if from the starting there is a disharmony of love and money where one buys the love from another through money. Well, don't we see this happening a lot nowadays? So many celebrity marriages, and sometimes even your friends and relatives tend to make a decision to marry someone based on their social standing and jingling fat pockets. Are they any less than prostitution??? Why not! Now, I know prostitution is an ugly word and not everyone wants to use due to its context of 'sex'. But, if we consider sex to be an act of love, we can call love as a derivative of sex in the terms of prostitution. I think nonetheless of what we believe, we do see a huge imbalance of how people mix love and sex and money to make an ugly affair of their lives. Almost all the marriages that end up in a shipwreck must have started in disputes related to money, and the selfishness towards asking a price for all the care and affection that we provide.

In olden days, men tend to scrutinize women for their role in society to the extent where it was considered prestige for a woman to be wed, no matter how old or how bad her relationship with the man is, and a woman who is unwed was considered an outcast. So many women would have felt it a boon to be married in the first place, and therefore they were pretty much happy with their place in the society, to be known as someone's wife. That may have been enough then, but that is not the case today. We, women are looking for self-worth and identity. We need the independence of doing what we want and the dependence of being associated with a man. So when we find a lot of marriages breaking up, we tend to see a pattern in how dissatisfied the woman could be if she finds herself a mere shadow of someone else' personality. So the institution with guidelines have broken down today and are no longer valid. Every person is on his own and he/she soley becomes responsible for their happiness or wreckage in this life. Not to say that men dont play a part in marriage, I just wanted to give a woman's perspective. If a woman marries a man only to eat off his assets and just be an eye candy to be showcased everywhere, I believe it is the man who has become the prostitute. He is being used for his money and his love is no more valuable than himself.

I know that for ages we have come to realize that marriage is one of the most significant event occurring in a person's life, but whether we really do understand the concept of love and money and how their integration can easily lead a marriage from an institution into a prostitution is my food for thought for the day.

Crash & Burn - Whirlpool

Many times a day I often find myself contemplating a lot on ifs, buts, whys, and hows trying to explain the quantum of haphazard events that circle our life of unpredictability. I believe it was just this weekend that I watched a movie (for the nth time) with John Statham in lead, but it wasn't the rippling plot or his adrenalin rush action that spotted my eye this time, it was something different. It was the mention of Chaos Theory and how certain random events in life unfold in such a way that there is a symmetric causative equation in the end that can explain each and every action for the reason to follow one another leading to an end result. While anybody reading or hearing this for the first time might find it confusing..please don't let it go above your head. Maybe if you could look it up in Wikipedia, you might find some substantian explaination that will explain this without sounding too chaotic to our sensible brain. Nevertheless, my everyday contemplations have never yielded in me coming up with substantial evidence to prove that the chaotic events in my life are in fact result of a well-thought out theory with reasoning behind every random event. Perhaps I haven't mastered the the art of uncovering the mysteries of life.. but even If I did.. in the end would it be enough to make me believe it is the reality? After all, my basis of reasoning would be based on a mere 'theory' as opposed to a confirmed fact. It could very well be a fact over fiction dilemma. But, let me spare my thoughts on what I believe to be a clue to realizing when Chaos enters our life and just how do we go about it without being caught up in the whirlpool of emotions.

First thought that comes to my mind that is a causative reaction to a Chaos is 'regrets'. Yes, it is an ugly word that is not often mentioned in any successful person's life. But, yet we cannot omit that there comes that phase of life where every corner you turn, you seem to find another reason to regret an action that you did, an event that occurred, or worst missing out on an event that you realize could be life-changing. Why oh why do man have the fallacy of falling in the trap created by our own minds, where we suffer through the idiosyncrasies of seeing what we believe as opposed to be believing what we see. Of late, I find myself trapped in this labyrinth and when it proves to show no opening to let some air in, the suffocation of our regrets can actually cause our brain to stop functioning, and hand over all sensibilities to our betrayed heart. I often wonder if we believe Chaos is not part of our life, and we chose to be ignorant would our lives be any different? Would we have finally mastered the art of control over what we perceive and not to let any single ounce of doubt to seep into our sponge-like brain? It is hard to say.. because just as we speak, we may have doubts about whether this whole Chaos theory will ever really work in real life. You may find yourself conducting extensive research in your past events, and jumping to conclusions that all happens for a reason and that there are no alternative realities in life. True, we are facing a cold faced truth.. a fact that has been known for ages. We live and die only once and we do not for any reason have any inclination to believe that we parallel perform in different realities, thereby making our reality a mere channel in the intricate labyrinth. As lucrative as that may sound, we again fall to our favorite enemy, the element of doubt. We inhibit our minds to believe what we feel is right, and what will make us in return look right as well. The fallacy of man is his own selfishness. If you think we don't need a blogger like me pointing out any such strong contradictions about mankind, then you may remain to be a mere spectator. But, if you are like me, who wants to see past the pink rainbow, then perhaps it might be clear to you that we as humans are meant to crash and burn from time to time.

So who says that we don't necessarily see that happening to anyone else around us.. How many times have we sat in a bar, at home, or at the park and wondered.. why me? why only me? Why not the drunkard next to me, the dumb idiot whom we call a boss, our very own best friend whom we are jealous secretively. Are we not competitive by nature? And don't we let our competitiveness show from time to time, when it comes to resulting degree of happiness, Money, status, promotions.. we all will in a jiffy point our fingers to the other person and say.. she got it. why didn't i. And just like I am pointing fingers, someone might be pointing one at me as we speak. Why do we choose to not see the alternative reaction.. that we might be subject to the same harsh reality as someone else? Why must our reasoning hinder us into understanding that justice, only where we are involved, is not prevailing? I will tell you why.. it is because of how we are trained to think. We are intrinsic in understanding that all men are equal, but we all have the inhibition in believing it. We often tend to believe that we are either lesser or more important than the one next to us..and this leads us to always see the other person with a competitive nature. And you know what happens when a person who is on top of the game, suddenly slips and falls way behind in the pile? That person, God Forbid, loses his sanity and literally fights his way back to the top.. or lurks in the bottom cursing and swearing at every person who climbs up in front of him. And more often than not, I have been finding myself in the bottom of the pile, when no one or nothing has pushed me down there. So I am sensing some faux pas.

Could it be that instead of a reaction coming from an exterior motive, there is actually an interior demon that is causing someone like me to really believe that we are in the bottom of the pile, when all we have done is just perhaps stepped down two or four steps? What I have come to realize is that if I start believing what my inner giant wants me to believe, then I end up in a Chaos. And while every single time Chaos Theory can be uncovered with an end result, in my case, more often than not the highlights of the chaos theory itself tire me out, and the end result is never promising enough to make me believe it is reality. While on the other hand, if I chose to reject the perceptions my mind is playing with me, then it results in a different alternative Chaos Theory, where every single previous action has resulted in unleashing this inner giant that is playing mind games. So where do I stand? Many a times the questions I ask lead me to only more questions.

The only way I have been able to come to an understanding is that Crashing and Burning is an essential part of my cycle of events. I don't know and probably should not care too much about how others work, but my lessons in life are hard lessons learnt. So what If I have to feel like shit from time to time to make myself understand that the Chaos Equation is truly being chaotic. Maybe creating more chaos in a chaotic situation is just my way of finding a clear indication or reasoning to see the truth beyond all. Truth of the matter is in the end of the day, I cannot let go of the truth that I believe is true, which is that I am unique. I was and always will be. So, it remains to be seen if I compete with my inner demons, or the exterior dust particles. Every whirlpool will lead us to a final path.. and although mine is on overdrive, I cannot but see the light in the end of the whilrling tunnel called life.

Vanity Fair Temptations!

So Alas.. I find myself at the cross-road junction where everything I know, and everything I am is going to be challenged by.. who else? Me..

Have you ever thought how some small frivolous matter tends to get to you in more occasions than not.. and not entirely because you perceive it to be important, but because others perceive it to be? Maybe all that will make sense once I get these e-tangled thoughts off my..chest..no.. laptop!

Let's start at the very beginning..the engravings on the wall once upon a time spoke volumes in early man's cave times.. perhaps the first form of advertising of one's thoughts..by scribbling nit bits on cave walls with charcoal chalks. I am not quite sure when this psychological rebellion started..but people evolved and started realizing that one's thoughts were unique to one, and therefore any and every brilliant or stupid thought that flies across our brains should be shot and displayed.. like a proud road-kill. But, little did we know that after 75 million years, we as a society will be basing our lifestyle and success out of the public standing in other's people's minds, twitter accounts, facebook likes, and oh yeah did I miss something out Orkut probably...in any case in another 2 minutes or so some other new brilliant Mark Zuckerberg-like Harvard Student would have invented some kind of a new socializing website.

At first, I have to admit.. even before any of these current maniac social websites came into place, it was the ancient e-mail and chats that were king and queens of internet communication. Perhaps, I have to be frank here... I have held my place throughout the evolution of facebook.. focusing on showcasing my thought process every freaking possible way. But who would listen or chat all the time? Heck, I had so many hot flashes of surging thoughts that I quickly jumped on to the blog-wagon to make a name for myself out here. But did it prove to be enough? For a while, yes. You got the immense satisfaction of documenting your travel, reviews, and vote on special occasions to favorite Fashion Faux Paus.. etc! So when did the joyful ride come to an end?

Precisely the time when we realized that we have vain injected in our veins everyday.. when we log on to facebook/twitter.. update our statuses, comment and likes on ppl's albums.. post new photos and boast about that latest vacation you took.. and let's not forget.. checking our iphone/laptop frequently for updates and notifications! Pfhhhffft! It is pureeee madness out there. It's a Vanity Fair of the worst kind..and do u know where it starts to get deadly.. it is when we cannot realize a life without those bulging 'Vains', let alone deprive ourselves from it.

Look around you... almost every single person is soo consumed by his own life and what other people think about what he ate, when he slept, or what work/study he does.. that there comes a point in life when we feel like everyone's paying us just enough attention.. to let us know they are there, and inviting us to acknowledge and thank them in return with some more attention!

When will we say enough??? Will you??? Will I??? or the even more obvious question. Why should I???

While we mull over these questions, someone has already overtook your status' popularity, by posting some funny pic with like 100 extra likes! What I have come to conclude by end of this Vanity Feud.. is that people are not going to change. As long as fame and popularity are emotional goals people seek, as long as we know it is free of charge to show off that we are happy and oh-so-much-in-love or in success.. and as long as 'i-wanna-be-better-than-you' attitude lives on.. facebook n twitters will live on!

Now I come back to the question I posed in the starting of this monologue..These tweets n Wall Posts are frivolous matters in the bigger scheme of things.. yet still we tend to dwell and spend eternity in perfecting our profile pages. We are no longer part of the e-world where we use socializing websites to build relationships and share our happiness and sorrows.. now we have come much further than that to an eerie cut-throat competiton world.. where Facebook feeds our ego..and we feed it back with our status updates.. it remains to be seen who will have the last laugh.. the Vain in our Veins or the Vanity Fair's reigns!

Reminiscence just might be this year's Renaissance

It was one of those days.... when nothing seems to give you the inner peace that we all crave at the end of the day. Perhaps all human beings are built in such array of natural capabilities that hinder us to truly experience one prolonged emotion over a period of time. So forlorn as I was feeling, a little nudge in the right direction can sometimes just bring a new breath of fresh air into our very essence of life. It was one of those days.... when I missed being heard, not necessarily by the numerous agents around me, but by the very special agent hidden deep inside me.... my conscience!!!!

So I return to the only outlet known to tech-savvy people(like me and you), who are still not fully consumed by Facebook/Twitter/MySpace. To that ancient source that was inspired by my ancestors who decided to document their thoughts, opinions, secret desires, and treasures in a well thought out manner latter materializing into a form of 'personal diary', now having evolved into 'blogger's blogs'.

We apparently have come to accept the fact that without history, no present is possible. And without understanding our past, we can simply not take a bold step ahead into the future. So, rewinding back to the past how many ever months that I was absent from blogging, I only have one word to explain the journey - simply eventful!

If I could start somewhere, it would probably be from the time I waited with bated breath for the summer, as it promised some changes in the air. There were too many options trudging me from side to side, but one option stood far out my reach, and that was to build and exceed my knowledge for a brighter future. As disheartening as it may sound, it was the first indication of a change in the horizon, and it came as a welcome surprise to be enrolled in a paid-day-to-day work atmosphere in the corporate world. As inviting as the jingling of coins in my pockets were, the essential beauty of my heart soared tremendously as a new wave of excitement and optimism kissed my life and floored me with a drizzling sense of achievement.

But no new heights can be achieved, without facing some downfalls right in it's eye. It was testifying to keep on holding to the sense of achievement, when other challenges entered the horizon demanding for attention. Nevertheless, chaos revealed it's ugly face and a change of priorities butted it's way in just like an unwanted guest would into our peaceful abode. But humanity brings to us the compassion and the ability to alter ourselves to adapt. I was no longer interested in revolving around myself, and therefore started to look out for a 'sun' to revolve around. But like they say Rome wasn't built in a day, and by no means a new leaf can be sewn in a minute. To avoid the chaos from applying any further damage, a change of scenery became evident.

If I could have just died and gone to heaven, well, I pretty much would have felt the same way as I felt the minute I set my foot on the glorified enchanted land of magical beauty, the State of Florida. It was every woman's desire, every man's peaceful kingdom, every couple's retreat, and every human's deepest imaginations come alive! Inspired by all the theme parks, the natural beauty of the sea creatures, the land animals, and the clever tricks, I was humbled to know that my sense of chaos is only music next to such vivacious beings. Fantasy met reality when Dreams Come True paraded into our life in the Magic Kingdom and our faces were animated with glee and satisfaction throughout the journey sponsored by Disney. When it came time to see the adult side of the State, the southern most tip of the most happening beach in Miami, brought to the plate some Pizzazz. Renewing the vows in a comfortable home away from home, we resumed our journey far into Space only discover that we are no more than a spec of dust in the galaxy of stars meterorites, asteroids and blackholes. While a total meltdown of inner chaos was likely, a sense of inner peace took over as smooth as the Dolphins to lift our spirits. Our animated adventures further took us to a land full of movies, where we became the stars and directed, produced, and starred in our very first movie -" Life after 2 years" (if only we could have named it that way) So all movies had to end and titles had to roll, so we rolled with the punches as we swept our memories into our Digicams and headed back to base.

Eventually, a romantic shuttle launch was anticipated, but didn't quite take off in time. So, we decided to take this opportunity to mull over the simplicities of our priorities and decided to stick to a strict plan of action as opposed to the string of chaos that usually follows us wherever we go!!! By all means, a good natured work out and technology innovations were the glue binding our mission in place. So, without further ado, a "Mission Impossible 2" soon followed us through the rest of the remaining days. It is still in motion, and the picture may seem gloomy at times, it definitely gave the sense of purpose - another achievement to be engraved in our medals of sweet memories of this year!

But, the year is not over, not by any means.. So, a simple four-day break, thanks to Mr. Turkey, proved to be as eventful as the rest of the blogging bits put forth to you till now. Few moderate changes to our living habits, through some innovative purchases have been undertaken. Luxury follows necessities, and among the few gifts for choiced family members, a treat to our eyes were the black-n-blue favorite, a blue ray on a Black Friday. Feast to our eyes and ears soon followed with feast to our mouths, ofcourse including continuing baking needs for future feasts to come.

Finally what have I thrived to hear after all, was just simply the melody of harmony. When All is well and all ends well, a new beginning seeks for a recollection of the past, and no new boundaries can be passed without illustrating the events leading to it. Now at the brink of dawn, a new stream of challenges have arisen. Will it be the story of the hunter becoming the hunted, or will the day breaker be a deal breaker? For now, it is best to assume, we never know when we have succeeded best, but only that any man who seeks for the best, very often gets it. I can only pray that success will not come any faster than I can ready myself to endure it..

so here goes nothing for the sake of something....wish me luck!!!! Peace out!

Reality sucks...but not in the Fantasy World!

There comes a day in everyone's life, when a morning cup of coffee, drizzling raindrops and loud TV noise does not affect your mood as much as it used to. A simple incident like not getting an e-mail from your Boss regarding your appraisal, or not receiving that coveted job appointment letter can bring disarray to, what would otherwise be, a perfect Sunday morning.

So, here is a similar incident which perhaps could put in perspective as to when we start noticing the subtle changes in our mindset from the ringa-ringa roses innocent emotional youth to a hard-hitting rock n roll dont-care-wtf mature adult. Probably the day you decide to make simple changes in your daily decisions such as opting for a cup of tea, instead of a sinful caramel latte, or those excited shouts of 'yipeees' to be replaced by 'oh-i-sees' or perhaps like in my case, spending a long weekend watching reality-based hard-hitting 'tear jerker' movies instead of Dreamworld fantasy action-packed-romances.

Movies are not just entertainment, not if they have a social message or awareness underlying the quiet but impacting Documentary-type movies. Few years ago, I would have probably spent half a minute of my life watching promos of these. Without doubt, a tempting PRINCE OF PERSIA: SANDS OF TIME & ROBIN HOOD would have proven to be great alternatives. What action, what drama, what fighting sequences, what animation, big big names.. yes. But, not the sort that will keep you awake long after the world has bid its goodnite.. wondering what would it be like...to be in the shoes of the lead of a pathological liar yet a genius like THE INFORMANT, or of a simple next-door girl who sees the ugly side of Journalism in PAGE-3, or of a Bulky Giant who is gentle at heart with a 'don't-u-lie-to-me' Sandra Bullock Mama in THE BLIND SIDE.

One thing is clear. All these movies have a point to prove..and that is..true stories are never going to just die without their moment of glory. Every person dreams of a life that involves being true to themselves and their conscience. No matter what we try, our World is unforgiving and it is going to stand against us at various points. The way Matt Damon could not believe how his other-wise perfect life went spiraling down to a path of destruction, doesn't give up hope even after nine years in jail, or how Konkana Sen from Page 3, who had a point to prove that celebrities lead shameless high-class shallow lives that will always overshadow the few good samaritans who have to fight for their share of real journalism, or how Big Mike proved a point that good people can not only make a real difference in a person's life, but even in a nation's future. These are all true characters, with true feelings, who have been beaten down several times by the world..and yet they stood tall..not giving up for who they are and what they believed in..and that is the lesson that opened my eyes to reality today.

Agreed, that we all have our moments of ups and downs, but the only person who can get up and dust the knees and keep walking is u and me. The moment we realize that to change a system, we need to be in the system and lead our lives not with just passion, but with smartness to know when and how to use our strengths is what reality is. Although in reality I learn't all this from a movie industry which is after all just fantasy.

But, in my world... after the end credits started to roll, fantasy decided to give me after a long time 'reality-check', please!

Vain-in-time's Day!

DISCLAIMER: If you are reading this post, embrace yourself.. Its going to be a worse sequel than "Men are from Who cares..and Women are from Watevers" book :P
NO! I'm not a Dragon breathing fire.. n YES! I'm Married n YES! I did enjoy the perks of a beautiful Romantic Valentine's day by throwing a party at my place!
Oh and YES!YES!.. my husband is not a fictional character of ma imagination.. he's full of flesh n bones..also some IT Brains.. who went old-school with me by giving me a Single Rose Bouquet the Day before and on Feb 14! & Ofcourse who cud forget Yum Chocolates.. oh and NO! Im not selfish gold-digger, i gave him two "hand-written-poemed" Greetings!

Phew! Now that we got the good salad part out of the way... lets get directly to the Meat! :P

Inspiration for ma blog, comes from a newly wed Brotha's blog post (Click Here) about his Valentine's Day.. n he asks all the right questions.. Would u get a look at that.. finally a Man who brings a new perspective to the age old tradition! Give it up for the Dude! He said it..n He said it all..n.. I couldn't help but clean the cobwebs in ma blog to write this post!

So, u ask a passerby and he will tell u.. Valentine's Day = Love, Love, Love!

It is not so much about what is Valentine's Day.. as to Why do we celebrate a day for Love.. when everyday is meant for Love.. right? I mean.. we are so caught up in the formalities.. that I bet half of the people celebrating.. wouldn't know the answer for "Who is valentine.. n Why do we celebrate his death day" !!!!!

Yes.. shocked as you may be.. Valentine.. was not a romeo type lover.. he was actually a Saint - a Holy Priest..n He got martyred on supposedly that day! Now.. who or which playboy in the Mid 14th Century decided to do something lovey dovey on this day to get the ball rollin... no one knows :) But History says He was working against the Roman Catholic Church (which was an undermined empire of it's own centuries ago) and made secret marriages happen which was against the law! (see more about it in Wikipedia)

But.. you know what this tells me about Human psychology. We often don't have much insight, but just go with the flow! Someone got the ball rolling... n now its a widespread National Holiday! Now, with the weird historical aspect aside, Valentine's day is all about romance & love! What better way to express than with a cuddly stuffed animal :P For Pete's sake, some God-damn hunter named Teddy would have run out of ideas to express his love for his matey.. n so would have stuffed his roadkill with straw n been like. Yo Woman! Here's Ted-die-bear.. Boy, would that be a sight to see! I bet she set him straight wit her shot gun rite then n there! :P

N Yes...All this coming from a person who received last year a Big Teddy Bear wit a Heart pillow in da middle(like the countless ones u might hav seen tat describes "cuddle" in more ways tat anyone can imagine!) Well, there u have it Boys! If u were scratching your head wondering where do women get the bright idea of 'cuddling'...well, blame the Teddy Bear's Ancestry!!! Well, Romantics do admit that what makes this world go around is "LOVE". (but that was before Beer was born :P after that the definition changed for men obviously..thus giving birth to Devdases!)

Ok. I know what you must be wondering...that I'm totally bashing the spirit of Valentine.. well Bless his Soul...Ain't Love a Bitter-Sweet Tale always? So we come to our main focus..(the inspiration from ma Brotha's blog)

THE TEDDY BEAR addiction!

All women love Teddy Bears..(exceptions who r hiding their teddy bears behind including).. now that said n done, what do women like in them the most? It is soft, cute and good to cuddle with.. I actually think these qualities are those that women don't find in men necessarily! So the thrill of getting a teddy bear, I believe is actually the thrill of having a Man daring enough to accept that he ain't got any qualities tat a Teddy Bear do...n are willing to satisfy the curiosity of women by giving it to them! It is the only missing piece in the jigsaw puzzle! Any day.. a man holding a teddybear is way cuter than a man growing as much hair as one!

N Yes..when it comes to choosing between saving a teddy bear or you..the world is goinna chose the teddy bear guys! You can have this from ma personal experience! A few posts below u may see a "My BELOVED TEDDY" (Click Here) It was a priced possession.. and my bro..(sibling rivalry of course) always made me go mad with anger when he kept punching the poor teddy! N When my mom was summoned hearing my screams.. she would actually side wit the Teddy bear.. n my bro would sneer.. "even a teddy bear got more love here!" Hehe!:P

Why Women love these stuffed toys when the thought of hunting would scare the hell out of them? Well, Why do Men love holding on to the remote like a lifeline while watching TV? If I knew the answers, I would be in VENUS.. n if I told you.. You would be in MARS! So until they find a planet breath-able for Mankind GO FIGURE!! :P

Love is in da air.. or is tat infactuation??

Many people can't make out the difference between a crush, infactuation and Love. Here r my interpretations

-Crush is the initial stage of liking someone as in admiring them and wanting to be like them or with them.PS: u may not need to know the person at all, infact one meet is enough.

-Infactuation is when u get to know a person and things r in dating stage and ur pretty excited about this person. U want to know more and more about this person, a sort of obsession/intriguing feeling.

Lust: When all u have in mind is physical, with little emotional thoughts in background.. but well, intentions r pretty clear as to wat is wanted!

-Love-> for simplifcation i split it into two types.
1)Its a love that makes u see the person as cute, adorable, and lovable and huggable. U feel nice n warm around that person and feel like hugging them n just adoring the feeling with them. Very caring and affectionate protective feeling.

2)Its a love that goes further than the first love, where one person finds the other irresistible, always wanting to be with the person, kissing and hugging and much more. A very satisfying passionate and possesive feeling.

NOTE: difference between 'protective' and 'possessive'

As nothing makes things clear as examples, i give u a few for the above.

Crush - The new guy u spotted around the corner, and u run into him couple of times. A pic/person u came across on Orkut and u frequent their profile often.

Infactuation- Feeling after dating a crush/someone couple of times. Or U been scrappin for few days/weeks with this person in orkut. U wanna move to gtalk/yahoo or even wanna call the person.

Lust: Generaly most guys hav prob with confusing this with luv, n girls confusing the lust of men for love! Girls,try practicin celibacy n tat will test his love (if its jus lust or not). General eg is one-night standers or party-goers have "fun".

Love - first type
Close friends, friends u just dont wanna part with..can be of diff genders and feel as close as bro/sis, gf/bf, and godfather/girl etc etc.. but jus still friends.

Love-Second type
Couples, flirting dating ppl, husband-wife, bf-gf


I know these are Some basic terms and examples that we often see, but what i realize is most fail to recognize properly. Most guys/girls confuse infactuation with love or love with lust n we know the outcome then very well !!
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Dedication: Its time for a 'slow dance number' thats soulful n meaningful for me at this point.

...Tadpaaye Mujhe Teri Sabhi Baatein
Ek baar aye Deewane
Jhoota hi Sahi, Pyaar to Kar...
...Mein Bhooli Nahi Haseen Mulaaqaatein
Bechain karke Mujhko
Mujhse yu naa Pher Nazar...
...Roothega na Mujhse, mere Saathiya ye Waada Kar
Tere Bina..
Mushkil Hai..
Jeena mere mere Dil Mein...
..Zara Zara..Behekta Hai..

Quote of the Day:-
It is really easy to Die for Someone.. but very hard to LIVE for someone..

That's all Folks!

Signing off,
Lovologist Div$ter

Letter to Amitabh Bachchan

Well.. I am not sure how I should be addressing you under this circumstance, but let me make a humble start by saying Hi Mr. Bachchan

I am not quite sure if you get a chance to read all the comments that are posted here, but i sure hope this one is read at some point. :) The thought of Earth Hour had me wondering.. what is the current situation with Nature and Humans. It is almost as if they are on opposite ends, each trying to tip the scale by showing how much more powerful they can be over the other. As I surfed through the History channel ( which shows mostly documentaries on our planet and life in it), I was pretty mesmerized to see soo many shows that were titled "mega disasters" Global Warming and more and more speculations about 2012 DoomsDay prophecy. To top it all, movies like Day after Tomorrow, the Day the Earth Stood Still, have just brought to the masses..what the scientists have been proclaiming all along - the sequence of events leading to Nature's Abnormalities.

I don't know if you have seen the movie "Crack in the World" taken way back in 1965.. it is a classic about what Human beings are doing to this Earth. It only made me surprised that even after 44 years we are still making movies on how much harm we are doing to our planet. While Earth Hour maybe a small measure to create awareness, what is more important is a global change of mindset. I mean..what good is it.. if a person follows Earth Hour this week or every week.. but doesn't indulge in a consistent reduction of wastage of electricity?

Pls be aware that I am not questioning the authority of the motion Earth Hour..but simply trying to stress the importance of the aftermath reactions of people! That is what is most important..don't you think? With this in mind, I think every person should take it upon themselves to commit to doing One activity atleast that is in sync with "go green" initiative. Even then.. it is such a slow process..while on the other hand the rate of repletion of global resources has not reduced but is only increasing at an alarming rate.

To conclude, as a 23 yr old who is a Major in International Economics with a dream of pursuing a career in United Nations at some point in my life..I only want to make people aware of this psychological notion.. It is very easy to react (when you get inspired by Earth Hour you act on it)..but without any exterior motive, a motivation coming from within making you act on it day by day...well..that is what this Earth wants. Doing good to Earth, is not a favor.. it is a Duty! The day we understand that.. will be the day Humans and Nature can find some measure of Harmony.

Philosophicaly, I just realized..how easy it is to destroy..but how difficult it is to create. 2 mins to cut down a tree..but 20 years for it to grow strong.

Our Mindset is everything.. May peace be restored to this Dark Age..and may we bring brightness to this Darkness(Ignorance of our duty) through the lamp of our Mind-set!

Signing off,
Divster

Its been more than a year since my last post... I have let down a lot of blogging friends and readers who have from time to time often commented casually that I should continue blogging and writing...My retort was that life is too busy for me now and I do not have the time to sit back and gather my thoughts to write them down as a blog post.

But now my fingers are twitching with excitement... because only while writing this do i sense what all i have missed. Writing purely is a passion..and for some people it becomes a necessity a way to give an outlet to all the thoughts in the other realm. While for some people like me it is a way to show my creativity, my passion for exposing what is not known.. sometimes even to myself.

So here I am back to regain my blogging experience, which I believe I will find it intensely satisfying.
So...Goodnight Sleeping...Good Morning Blogging!
-D

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