Ready Boots?

You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!!!

Nancy Sinatra's song is definitely worth a listen. With the Snowy Christmas around the corner.. I say, get those boots out and walk over your worries and enjoy the fun-filled holidays ahead!

MERRY XMAS EVERYONE!

If eyes were made for seeing, then Beauty is it's own excuse for being.

Both are enticing but which one is more appealing to you?
Answer with reason is appreciated...

( I Really Request everyone to chip in their views on this.. bcause i have a suprising thing to disclose in the end of this week.)

Update:
I am sure you must have guessed this by now, but this is nothing but a small test that is closely linked with 'first impressions'. What you see at a glance in those jampacked few seconds is registered. And after gazing for sometime, some sort of impulse is sent to your brain to make the decision that this is the pic i like more. There has to be some 'x' factor that allows you to make that decision right there. You dont know the backdrop or the personality.. so what you see is what you get literally. So in a very crude way, you just gave away what you find pleasing for the first impression of any girl that you would definitely prefer!

As for girls, this is essentially telling you the kind of person you would prefer to be. If I am right we often admire others traits. Even though your personality may not match exactly with what you admire to be, this small test here tells you what is the most appealing way you would like yourself to be percieved as.

I agree that its a false setting where you know that it is some yana gupta and not some unique girl you have in mind. It would be quite natural to say that 99% of it starts from connecting with her outlook.( i leave 1% to those lovers online or long distance bloggers who read or hear but dont see first ) Yet still, your connection with any woman starts somwhere. *Remember i say only "starts" not the essential deciding factor*

For more personalized answers, look in the comments section please.

PS: I want to thank everyone who chipped in their views and choice!!! This is only my view. It may not be necessarily true. But, the point here is that I want you to be aware of your natural instincts. Hehe...on an ending note: A moment of glance.. forever in trance... :)

Why Men Die Young

BMW (Bharatiya Motor Wehicle)

I was just talkin to a friend of mine. And I happen to casually ask the one question that every single male loves to answer. "which car do you like?". My friend was no exception to this, as he replied "Car?(like he cudnt believe that I just took the name of the GOd's given blessing to man.. no, not woman but car!) He continued "....hmmm i dream about buying a bmw one day .....a convertible one at that" After a few seconds of silence..(Which i expect was his time to be alone with his dream million dollar car and the convertible and the girls and phew! i need to catch breath). After this eternally long moment jampacked with imaginative vroom vroom sounds.. he returned back to earth and said.."hmmm high hopes eh ?" I said nope not at all. Its then that i let the cat out of the bag and said "i got news for u.. BMW is COMING TO INDIA!"

Yup guys! I just watched the news a fortnight ago and we have Jayalalitha, Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu, exchanging the memorandum with the Vice President of BMW. BMW will be having its own suppliers by 2007, near Chennai. From what I could grasp from the news (which by the way was in Tamil), It seems BMW wants to go global and they find India as a great prospective. They will be assembling BMW locally in the Mahindra City. They say this is the third Foriegn Car to set up a local assembly plant near Chennai after Ford and Hyundai. It seems quite a natural choice, owing to the sea-port location of our good ol Madras City.

My friend obviously squealed with delight (i know i know thats very childish, but this is cars.. and cars are the 'technical babies' for men) and said , well it seems my dream of getting that car is getting closer. I agreed. I mean, heck, even if they sell an auto with a bmw sign stickin on its nose, i would buy it. My friend retorted "yeah, even a cycle would do for me".
Now this is what i call a typical Indian mentality. Cmon, we need to keep up the standards man! I mean if Karunanidhi was in power, before you know he would be posing in Kumudham releasing his new book with a bmw cycle along with each and SunTv will broadcast this as the primetime news (and thankfull forget all about Bill Gates visit with the CM). Well, such is the case with 70 yr old poets in political parties. He will produce an IT minister like Dayanidhi Maran(or Moron) who will bring BillGates to Karunanidhi's house for a talk (on God knows what? new software for karunanidhi's poems?). This will be flashed all over in the news... of course they will conveniently put the happenings of the video on mute (u cant afford to listen to Karunanidhi's translators having difficulty there with Bill Gates.. but nevertheless all say cheeese!)

All said and done, I am happy to note that we are attracting some good quality cars. I know, i know, bullock carts are the best anyday. But all i wanted to say was Buckle Up people, your ride on bumpy muddy Indian roads are going to get smoother. :)

PS : Oh and for lots of reasons, i decided to leave out the name of the friendly freund of mine. He asked me if i was going to disclose anything personal about him. I said nothing personal, just his biodata, cv, maritial plans, bank account numbers etc etc... shhh dont tell him!

The Tables Turned (books remain unturned)

As you know, I am being lulled into the world of exams. Here's my chance to portray something that I feel I can relate with during this time. This is a poem called "The Tables Turned" by the famous William Wordsworth, who was christened as"The world's supreme poet of Nature"

Up! Up! my friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double
Up! Up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun, above the mountain's head,
A freshening luster mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife;
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher;
Come forth into the light of things;
Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless -
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfullness.

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore that Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things-
We murder to dissect

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.

-William Wordsworth

nice talking. see you soon everyone. Bye!

Update:

This one goes to EVERYONE and especially to Sp.
I want to write a special thanks to my Dearest dearest Shak.((HUG))

"What lies behind us and
What lies in front of us
are all tiny matters
compared to what lies
Within Us" - Ralph Waldo Emerson

And you have got it in you
to be successful.

Hugs, Divster

Teenage Blues

I rushed into the kitchen to open the microwave, only to find a brown yucky thing in the place of my so-called delicious lunch! The whole kitchen was filled with a strong burnt stench. Oh boy, this will surely catch my mother's sensitive nose. I quickly cleaned up the leftovers of my once called 'food' and got the dishes done. What? What was that? I think i heard some grumbling. There... I heard it again. Realization lit up my face and made me smile at the crazy situation. It was just my hungry stomach grumbling a bit too loud. I searched for some sort of eatable inside the fridge, but seems luck just wasnt on my side today. Sigh, I brushed the sweat from my brow. Could this get any worse?

I sat down in the living room in my favorite sofa with my legs stretched out. Here I am a 16 year old young woman who is on the verge of losing any hope of a bright future ahead. My pensive mood sent me back to the happenings of the past few weeks. I groaned. Lord, it had been long ones indeed, filled with misery. It all started one month back when I moved into this new double-storeyed appartment in Baltimore with my parents. It was a huge change from where we had lived earlier. We have moved around so much that I practically have to think twice before I answer where I am really from. Too many things have been happenning too fast.

I had to go to a new school and the first day itself i made a great impression on the girls of my class; that too with a prize winning act of clumsiness. I had tripped on my latest heel shoes and spilled coffee all over the desk. I was a little too glad when finally the teacher assigned locker numbers. I stared at my locker key. It read '13'. Whatever hope I had of having a better day evaporated in the air at the sight of this unlucky number. As I was emptying my books from my bag into the locker, i banged my locker door ... into this boy's head. He turned around and stared at me with blood shot eyes. I was a nervous wreck. Quickly apologies came pouring out of like the gurgling Niagara Falls. I bet I must have sounded as pathetic as I felt. He didnt seem pleased by my manner, but was polite enough to accept the apology and walk away. The bell rang right then and there ended my first, not to mention, worst school day ever. Late that night, my mother stopped me during my supper and made sure she made me listen through the long lecture about 'how responsible I should be since I am now grown up and blah blah blah..'

My first day in class was a memorable one! I hit it off with this quite jovial looking blonde girl. I felt a smile inside my heart and thought about how friendly she was. Little did I know that she had put a big "I am a slut" sign on my back. Only after a blue-eyed girl dragged me into the girl's room and said "you should watch your back" did I realize the sticky note behind. I guess she was a bit too late for the advice! The rest of the week went off with me getting adjusted to the new schedule and attending classes. The young man who's head I had played locker-football with didnt dare to talk to me. As for the jovial blonde girl, I found her sneakily glancing at me, everytime I passed by, and laughing hysterically with her group of pretty friends. My mom, looking at me that week-end asked if anything was wrong. Should I confide in her? Even If i did what do I tell her? Suddenly tears were clogging my throat and I bit back the strong urge to cry and replied "nothing.." in a creaky voice. "I have lots to study ma, I have two class tests coming soon!" saying this I quickly stepped into the safest and the most secure place in the entire world, my bedroom.

Soon I got busy with the daily schedule and tests. I got my first shock when I checked my physics score. I had nearly failed in physics with a mere 67, which is so not me! I faced my dad that day with a teary face. His grim expression said it all. My mother, on the other hand, did the full talking. I could hardly look at her face with my sore big red eyes. I thought maybe I am not as intelligent as I used to be. My old school is so different and I am not used to this new pattern. As I laid back on the cushions in my bed that night, a fear clutched my heart that refused to leave me in peace.

Meanwhile, the only social activity I did throughout the school was to talk to the blue-eyed girl who came to my rescue the other day. She was indeed nice and very friendly. But, she had a part-time job that she rushed to every single day right after school. So, I could not spend any amount of time hanging out with her outside of school. My physics lessons were becoming harder. My physics teacher told me that he would be reconsidering my score only if He sees some strong signs of improvement.

I was returning home yesterday when I realized Mom had left for a meeting and wont be back until late. I searched for the spare keys that I always had but couldnt find them. Alas, panic stricken I rummaged through my entire bag, but couldn't find it. What am i going to do? How was I going to answer my parents?? I waited on the doorstep with my bag. Time ticked off and it was already 2 hours past my usual supper time. I saw my dad coming and he was shocked and not to admit angry at my irresponsibility. I bore through the whole session. Mother played her part very well too. This was the last straw. I fled to my room and wept my heart out. Is it possible for God to make my life any better? I crawled into my bed and stayed there for a long time staring at the ceiling. I hardly slept last night and now here I am with my foul-smelling burnt lunch! The door bell startled my deep thoughts. MOM!

There she stood in the kitchen. She is for sure going to kill me this time. I wanted to burrow my head into a rabbit hole right that instant. I could not pick up enough courage to look into her eyes. I kept staring at her feet. Silence..engulfed the room. It tempted me to finally to look up. I expected an angry face with glaring eyes. But, the face was filled with a strong emotion. Not anger, but.. concern. "Why didnt you call me? I would have told you what to eat.You must be hungry. I will fix you something right now ok?"

I stood there shell-shocked at her calmness in the situation. I suddenly realized what being a mother is all about. I had been too busy with my needs that I lost touch of my loving self. I instantly gave her a tight hug. "heyyy.. what is this" she exclaimed and tried to brush my arms off. I laughed and planted a plump kiss on her cheek.

Later, the feeling of euphoria was soon forgotten at the sight of dad. He was still upset with me about losing the keys. I had dreaded his company since then. He walked into my room and put something on my table. The clunk sound made me look up into his eyes as he said "I got you a new set of keys. Please be more responsible this time". "I will.. papa", I whispered and this time I did mean it. He walked off and I wondered how both of my parents have not been themselves today. Probably it is ME who must have lost touch with their real selves. It was 8 pm and I hardly have time to study for my physics and history tests. I started doing my physics and slept around 3 am.

I woke up, next morning, staring at the radiant sunshine creeping through the window. Somehow, I felt good today. It was a nice feeling that I had not had for a long time. I reached school in time. My blue-eyed friend came along with excitement written all over her face.
"hey.. Guess what? i am having a month leave as the owner's going to be out of town! I am looking forward for both of us to do something after school." My urge to share this excitement with her was too strong and we both giggled and fantasized about all the things we would do together.

I felt my stomach churn as I sat for physics. I got busy doing my answeres as soon as I got the paper. I finished 10 minutes before and realized that I had known every question and had done my best. Finally, it felt good to be smart once again! I walked out feeling proud of myself. "Boy that was easier than I thought" said someone right behind me. I turned around and stared at this familiar person. It was none other than the boy who had banged into my locker. I nodded at his statement. I couldn't resist myself and asked " I hope your head is better after the violent bang". He looked up suprised. A slow grin started on his face. "It has been long forgotten. Maybe you should hang around and remind me more often" I blushed and joined in his laughter. "Hey, do you want to go over history with me?" he asked. "Sure, I will meet you in room 15 in five minutes" I replied a little excited now. He gave a wicked grin and his eyes twinkled. I could feel his smile unraveling its way into my heart. The warmth spread to my eyes and it twinkled in return. I realized that life isnt that bad after all. I smiled to myself and walked towards my locker.

* First of all, thanks for reading uptil this point. This is a something written by me when i was 16.. and I am not quite sure what propelled me into sharing it with you. But, this is pretty much related to my incidents of real life obviously with a bit of exaggeration. ;- ) *

-divster

songs of the Veek

This Veek has been amazing. Emotionaly very up-lifting. Exciting in every way i cannot fathom was possible...
here are the songs.. that hav been my favorite for long.. and are the songs that i am in the mood to sing. The two songs below are both similar in meaning.. but very different in the music cateogory. One is an old 80's hindi pop song, while the other one is an R n B Soul song.

The slow beat of this song and the general appeal of this song makes me tap my toes. Very soul uplifting i thought. So here is R n B/Soul song called "Happy" sung in the sweet voice of Ashanti thats available online---> here
Lyrics go as below

Boy you fill me with so much joy
You give whatever it is I need
My love is here to stay won’t ever leave
So glad that you fell in love with me

My love is so good
That I wouldn’t be without you babe
Couldn’t see me without you babe

All my life, I’ve been searching for ya..
Everyday, so glad....... that I found you boy
All my life, I’ve been........ feeling for you
Everyday, I’m soooo happpy....... baby

I’m so happy that I fell in love
I thank god, he sent you from above
I’m so happy that I found someone
I thank god, he sent you from above

Alll my life.... i've been.. searchin.. for ya...
Im sooo happy baby...

The next song is a legendary first ever pop song to be made in Hindi Cinema. From movie qurbaani sung by Nazia Hassan, here is My all time favorite "Aap jaisa koi" available online ---> here

Aap Jaisa Koi Meri Zindagi Mein Aaye
To Baat Ban Jaaye, Haan Haan Baat Ban Jaaye ...

Phool Ko Bahaar, Bahaar Ko Chaman
Dil Ko Dil, Badan Ko Badan
Har Kisiko Chahiye Tan Ka Milan
Kash Mujh Par Aisa Dil Aapka Bhi Aaye
To Baat Ban Jaaye ...

Maein Insaan Hoon, Farishta Nahin
Dar Hai Behak, Na Jaun Kahin
Tanha Dil Na Sambhlega Pyar Bina Yeh Tadpega
Aapsa Kahan Hai Dil Aapko Hi Paaye
To Baat Ban Jaaye ...ahaan baat ban jaaye...

Dun kno why i didnt see it before....
 both just strike the right chord! mmmm....

-divster

Testimony - Friends Forever

Ther's no better way to put this but say it with this song..

"now i wonder... if i cud fly.. into the sky
do u think time.. will pass me by..
cause u know i'd walk a thousand miles
if i cud just. see u..tonight"

Girl, this is ur sista talkin. Mez dedicatin this post to u solely. Guess wat? Today of all the days, tonight of all the nights.. i remember a precious gem, a trustworthy friend like u. Gosh.. is it really almost a year since we had our last strawberry sundae together? Yah.. the walk and the strawberry double scoop was the best we ever had! U know what.. i kinda lost interst in havin those strawberry stuff anymore...Well, wat to do.. goin into BKing n ordering it.. just doesnt feel the same... if u know wat i mean.

Hehe, U knw wat.. along wit u comes tons of memories! Where do i start with? Silver Tie Stalker? Evil-moment-when no one was available?Jersey boy? Sandwich guys? Burst-the-balloon Guy?Lawyer dance? Balloon football gang? Karaoke time? Computer lab fragrance? history proff? English proff n his wife? Late-for-play? Cinderbabe and Lovelybabe? Mary Kate-Ashley roles? LOL, we were a menace.

Girl.. all this is makin me smile so much.. that my cheeks hurt! But, when i think of how fate intervened.. and we were separated like this.. makes me wanna ask for another boon from God to giv me back the sister of my heart. U kno, the last time we met.. we kinda knew.. that it was going to be the last... didnt we? Although.. it wasnt sure.. we smsed each other at the same time.. and expressed our best wishes for the future. Instincts were so high between us! it was almost as if we were twins.. and our heads and hearts were linked at birth. It was so strange at times.. to be sending message.. while receiving them at the same time. But, now it all sounds like bliss. I mean.. if we hadnt enjoyed those little precious moments.. i dont think we wud be lookin back at them.. and smiling right?

I still remember how we were like soul-supporters. Remember the Church.. and the miracle that we had.. when we picked up the Bible verses. Those little moments brought us together so much... i think winter or summer.. we were walking and talking.. and somehow.. we felt so carefree.. tat the world didnt really matter.. as much as sharing it with each other mattered. I somehow miss that bonding. I know essentially we havent lost that bond.. and its only a matter of time... But, i believe that... those extra mintues we spent to be with each other.. is what helped us build such a strong friendship in such a short period of time.

These are words from my heart, dearest. Luv and affection need not be asked.. it will be given.Happiness and Eternal Success will be urs always.... and i will wait for eternity if i have to.. to share them with you.. and be there for u when u need me the most. My heart aches to think.. that i cudnt be there when it was ur accident. I cudnt be there when u wanted a shoulder to cry. I cudnt be there telling witty jokes to cheer ourselves up.. and i cudnt be there to shed tears with u.. knowing that i m failin miserably. Somehow.. every single affliction in our life was shared so perfectly.. we didnt hav to speak.. we cud feel each other's vibrations and thoughts. We never got bored at any point. Even a normal day seemed eventful.. bcause of the hours of spending with each other. I think.. everyone knows.. just how thick friends we are. It was such a short few months.. and yet the memories r stretching for years. I miss u like hell somtimes.. but somehow always knew that returnin home wud be the best thing for u. Even though it rips me apart.. to see u leave the world and dreams and goals that we shared together.. that we saw together. U know what, there's none comparable who can yield this kind of bonding.. like u did.
This is why i pledge my eternal friendship and love for my sista.

"Forever together, never apart
Maybe in distance.. but never at heart"

-divster

Its in your eyes

Its in your eyes...
I can tell what ur thinkin..
my heart is thinkin too..
its no suprise...
i've been watchin u lately..
i wanna make it with u...
( English- Album:Fever - Artist:Kylie Minogue )

In ankhon ki masti ke...
mastaane hazaaron hai...
In ankhon se vabaasta...
afsaane hazaaron hain...
( Hindi - Album:Umrao Jaan - Artist:Asha bhonsle )

Kannalanae enadhu kannai...
naetrodu kaanavillai...
En kanngalai parithikkondu...
aen innum paesavillai...
( Tamil - Album: Bombay - Artist:Chitra )

Koi akh-nal-akh leraa kay..
tay peend-beech-bhertu paawan...
mundiya de kuriya di gal ban gayi...
oh ban gayi.. gal ban gayi.. ban gayi...
hoi mundiya de kuriya di akh lar gae
oh lar gae, akh lar gae, lar gaee..
( Punjabi - Album:Girls - Artist:Sukhbir )

Worship-Detailed study

Worshipping God as form of Nature is what Hinduism is all about. Idol worship is still worshipping God through the form of idol. Here's how it all came about...

Initially, ppl who lived worshipped Nature and its forms. This is called Sanadhana Dharma. These ppl worshipped Sun, Nature, Animals, Trees.. everything. Were there any temples during this time? No. becase these ppl were essentially nomads. They never stayed in one place. But, as they become more learned and culture started to take its form..they learnt to cook food instead of going in search for it. That is when colonies started forming.If u wud just notice, every single village, town (no matter how small it is) has a temple. Infact, it is just the other way around. Every single temple was built first, and the colony was established around it! When ppl gathered together to settle down in a colony, they first built the temple.

What do u notice the first thing abt any temple? It is vast, with huge walls. There is an outer boundary and then an inner boundary after which the real shrine is found.
In olden times, temple had better architecture than any home, because it was supposed to be the main social place for the folk! Ppl gathered in temple for all festivals. At times of calamity like floods, ppl took refuge inside the temple. It was big and it cud hold all the ppl of that village! It was like a fort! The belief that God protects us is what led to idols kept in this temple. If u notice ur grandma making savories for puja, u see her take a small block of da paste and make a triangular formation on the stove. Then she starts cooking! What is the concept? We believe nothin starts witout God's blessings. Same goes to temples. U build houses in a colony, not before building one for God.

Now, why the need of havin idols worshipped in temples, when we worship nature?

I already told u y having a form of God in temples was important. All idols r only carryin concept. Was ther sumthing special abt that stone? Yes, there is.
Idols are made out of "Panchaulagam" (five metals) The main three are gold, silver, copper.. and the rest two i dun remember, but it changes frm temple to temple. The idol was made and kept inside the shrine by chanting mantras. This is to invoke the God, who is everywhere in everywhere form, to also be in this form. Nowadays, idols r made out of stone. But, the power of the mantras r such that the stone after its kept in shrine is considered holy. The idols also had 'abhishekams'. Wat for? It was to have the mixture of all that milk, coconutwater, curd etc pass thrugh the five-metal-bound idol.. tats supposed to hav immense nutrients to it. U can notice in sum temples the abhishek water is sweet, sum a bit salty n so on.

No temple was started with rules and regulations. As colonies developed and muslim kings took over, muslims arrived. Then later on Christians. I believe, for sure ther must hav been sum kind of hassles which pushed the ppl of the temple to put up rules and regulations..(for the sake of safety). Each temple has its own rules and regulations (based on what circumstances it had to face..)

why some temples in karnatak and kerala (that were quite old) regained the customs of men removin their shirts??? See, i dont know the real meanin behind it. But, here's a gud way to look at it.

If u guys know how namaskarams r done by men and women, then u do notice that its different. Men were told to lie fully on the ground and his chest and forehead shud touch the floor. For his chest to touch the floor, he has to remove the shirt. This is how the old custom started.
While women were told to bend down and touch only their forehead to the ground. Never shud the chest or the womb touch the ground. Both were considered very sacred due to the motherly meaning. The womb is often referred to as 'garbam'. If u notice, all temples hav this very most inner room where the idol is kept, and that room is called 'garba-graham'(graham=house). So u see, women were thought of as quite sacred and holy then.

As culture developed, just walkin out and prayin to Nature with all the distractions around was not possible. The meditation atmosphere was no longer present in the houses. So, the temple was the main meditation centre! We all can study sittin at home, but now we have schools and institutions. Why? Bcause studying there in that atmosphere creates the mood. Same concept. Now doctors ask u to do yoga, to take mornin and evening walks. Hinduism never preached this. It was understood to visit temples in mornin and evening. It was understood to do the namaskaram on temple premises (as part of yoga).

No, the temple is not just built for the sake of 'worship' It was built for the society! Jus like Hinduism is referred to as a way of life, temples also play a part in our lifestyle!

-divster

WoodCutter Story

ek woodcutter forest mei tha. and as the usual story goes.. the woodcutter ka axe falls in teh well.and he prays to goddess.. oh goddess .. this axe is everything i have got. please hand it back to me..

so the goddess appears.. and the goddess says..what do u want.. and the woodcutter says.. i want my axe back..so the goddess goes in.. and comes with a gold axe... He says.. No this is not mine.She goes back in and comes with a silver axe..He says No its not mine

she goes back in and comes with the iron axe of his.. he says.. yes yes thats mine.the goddess says.. i am very happy.. that u passed the test that i put for u..u may have all the three axes

after many centuries.. the great great great great great great grandson of this woodcutter lives in india.. and chops wood. so like that one day he goes to a forest.. with his wife......when his wife falls into a well.

he prays.. Oh dear God.. my wife has fallen.. please come and rescue her.So the same goddess arrives.. and she says.. yes what do u want? The man says.."my wife fell down please bring her back.so the goddess goes in.. and comes back with madhuri dixit

the man looks at madhuri dixit and then looks up at the goddess ...and then he says..'yes yes, thats my wife' ...the goddess is shocked and says.."why are u lying like this "

the man says.." Well goddess, if i say no. u will go back down and come with aishwarya rai ..

and if i say no again. u will go and come back with my wife.. even i know.... even i know the story about my great great great great great grandfather... he got all three axes in end! yahan pe ek biwi se kaam nahi chala sakta.. agar aap mere ko teen teen biwiyaan denge.. to mei kya karoonga???"

Dedication 1

My personal fav
cause of
that color of hair..
i luv the waves..
I also diggg those
earings..
desparately want a
pair of em!

-divster

Simple

Simplest pleasures of life come in the simplest forms..
Giv me strawberry . give me chocolate.
and i will be happy for the rest of my life...

Blooming thoughts

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden. - Claudia Ghandi

This quote reminded me of the ancient symbol of romance... the beauty of flowers... the red red roses... the blue blue violets..sigh sigh sigh.. all movies, novels would automatically link flowers to the new blossoming love! There were times.. when a single flower used to speak volumes..Indian movies specially! We would hav those ever-romantic movies of the 1980's where the two lovers are singing a duet together running around trees and they wud show both of them lookin at each other with those passionate eyes.. and then two tulips in a garden wud be shown leaning close to each other..(on-screen kissing of flowers suggesting humans r also.. in the backdrop) To make things worse they would even show blossoming flowers at every moment the lovers' eyes meet. Talking to flowers.. singing with them.. personifying them.. has been so common.. We have songs in hindi.. like.."phulon sa chehra tera.. kaliyon si muskaan hai" (ur face is like a flower.. ur smile blossoms like them) Or we have tamil and hindi version of a famous song..'anware bhanware jo hole hole gaaye.. /poo pookkum osai athe kekkathaan aasai..'

I think Indians r still connecting flowers to the symbol of love. I even remember few years back me and my friend were having a veryy "important discussion".
"Valentines' day is coming.. do u think ajay will give you ...?"
"(blushes) oh i dont know.. I think he wants to.. But im so scared..."
"But, i think he is nice.. and he just might give you.... the Red rose"
"(GASP) Oh god no wayyyyy.. i wouldnt know what to dooo... i prefer the yellow oneee"
"Oh i hav a feelin he is goinna be givin yellow ones to many friends.. prachi including.."
"But.. prachi already practically hates me.. and now what if the red rose makes it worse?"
"Well. we always have a white rose.. for peace. give her one, and tell her to stay away from ajay cause he is all urs"
(giggles)
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Coming back to the present..I was having a talk with some locals out here. Invariably, we were talking about flowers.. (in thise case for decoration of something). When my mom pointed out.."u know i hav seen some local guys here.. giving flowers to their love-partners only on specific days like fridays or so.." The other two girls nodded negative saying.."oh i dont know.. but usually today not many guys prefer giving flowers n all to girls.." I butted in saying.."Oh lets not forget not many girls prefer it either.. i mean why wud u wait the little time u spend with ur bf trying to get flowers.. they wud aim higher dear.. like diamond rings " Now this wasnt my personal opinion.. but its what i hav noticed in general from girls around here. They are too linked with the thought of looting their bfs.. that they hav noo time for flowers..:P (ok im being biased). Even if the girl wanted to sacrifice that opportunity.. for something less expensive..the truth of the matter is.. there is probably no flowers in sale for the young lovers! The biggest flower markets are situated right outside the graveyards! Unfortunately...we have a pumping huge old age population.. that its scary! Most of the really old ones happen to live alone in government given places. The bus that i take from the side road near my house goes to the main metro station. But the other destination is the graveyards. So u can imagine .. how many old ppl get on the bus with flowers. Most of them can hardly walk! I am so afraid.. that they might not live till they reach the graveyard. Some of them look like a walking talkin mummy going to cremate themselves. Almost all flower shops(the less expensive ones) are storing flowers for this purpose mainly.

So situation is such in this side of the world, that u can imagine.. a guy giving beautiful set of flowers to the girl.. and she screams.."no no no. wait till im dead!"

Delta Burke:If you want to say it with flowers, a single rose says: "I'm cheap!"( or in this case "I'm dead?")

Marketing exists everywhere!

I sat down meekly in my marketing class ready for another row of discussions on different strategies of marketing. Only to find our teacher ( a young 25 yr old lady) distributing this handout... (The whole class was filled with giggles and gasps from the girls and very serious-thinking looks from the guys still burried in the paper trying to read it again and again..wont blame them.. they probably wud not hav gone past the sexy girl part.. LOL)

You go to a party and you see a sexy girl across the room.
You go up to her and say
"Hi, I'm great in bed, how about it?"
That's direct marketing.

You go to a party and you see a sexy girl across the room.
You give your friend a tenner. He goes up and says
"Hi, my friend over there is great in bed, how about it?"
That's advertising.

You go to a party and you see a sexy girl across the room.
You give your friend a tenner.
He goes up to a group of gossips, and says
"Hi, see my friend over there, he's great in bed"
That's P.R. (Public Relations)

You go to a party, you see a sexy girl across the room.
She comes over and says,
"Hi, I hear you're great in bed, how about it?"
Now, that's the power of branding!

p.s. Please substitute "girl" for "boy" where and if applicable. ( hope u know who u are.. if u r not sure.. then u know that marketing is not ur subject! )

R u tryin to be on someone's good books again?

Ah Bummer.. Not another day we set out on our biggest conquest of life. What is the difference between living your life as an animal.. and living your life as a Human? Human life is far more complicated.. and far more under pressure. Pressure? Yes, pressure of living up to your own expectations and the one of your neighbor's.
I dont know why.. but i get sick of waking up every single day to the same scenario over and over again. Probably if Sun had parents, relatives, school, exams, love life, friends.. then it would also be thinking at dawn.."shucks.. not another day again. gotta wake up the world.. gotta let them bask in my glory.. not like they care abt me.. i go back home in the night.. and its like they already have enough replacements.. tubelights bulbs what not.. and the light that i give to the moon.. makes it the 'romantic symbol'. Damn.. life is soo unfair.."
Yah.. now isnt that something we get to see every single day in our lives too??? How often do we sit around and think.. Gosh, life is so unfair. Quite often i guess.
I am not tryin to sound down. There is just another way to look at it. If you have been flying high for too long.. then coming to normal.. seems like coming way down.. Thats perhaps the only logical explaination for everything going on around me.
Yes, after turning 20 recently.. i realized the first lesson of my adult life.."never get too excited abt anything. Be sober always.."
All those things that gave me high :
Friends.. Yah, we luv them either too much.. to let them go often. And we find ourselves in the costant tug of war of time we spend with them and the favors we do or they do. I used to do just anything for anyone.. but now i am gettin sober. I will help.. but i wud understand that there is only this much i can do. I am humbled by my limitations.
Love.. Yah, the sweet roses blooming around you.. givin you the thrill coursing through ur veins. I realized.. that we luv the ppl around us way too much to let them scold us. cause when they do then it hurts too much too. Love.. i guess is what is stopping u from kiling me.. and stoppin me from killing u.
Probably, even after this revelation i will continue to wake up to see another day of chaos and a constant struggle to be in the good books of everyone (including my own mind). Does it ever end?

Dus Bahane karke le gaya dil...

Heaven And Hell --- The Real Difference

A man spoke with the Lord about heaven and hell. The Lord said to the man, "Come, I will show you HELL." They entered a room where a group of people sat around a huge pot of stew. Everyone was famished, desparate and starving. Each held a spoon that reached the pot, but each spoon had a handle so much longer than their own arm that it could not be used to get the stew into their own mouths. The sufferring was terrible.
"Come, now I will show you HEAVEN," the Lord said after a while. They entered another room, identical to the first--the pot of stew, the group of people, the same long-handled spoons. But there everyone was happy and well-nourished.
"I don't understand, " said the man. "Why are they happy here when they were miserable in the other room and everything was the same?"
The Lord smiled. "Ah, it is simple," he said. "Here they have learned to feed each other."

-Ann Landers

Did you Know?

That... In olden times it took approximately 6 months for a person to go from south to the north of India or vice versa. When people set out on foot for walkin through the terrains and plains to reach the other..lets say around the starting of october..and when they reach their destination its almost march. Yet, they didnt know the time scale then too well. This is the reason why.. when in south we have Maha Navratri (nine nights) festival.. in North they celebrate Raam Leela. South celebrates RaamNavmi six months later in march while.. in this time.. North celebrates Vasant Navratri.

-Divster

Daddy luvs me

Abhishek Bachchan_______________ Amitabh Bachchan

Dad: Isnt he adorable? (pinch pinch)

-Divster

Taj Mahal.. Epitome of Love

Books say that Taj Mahal is the highest epitome of Love... built by an Emperor Shah Jahan.. showing his never-ending love and devotion to his beautiful Queen Mumtaz.

The real essence of the love of this Monument is Truly Evident.. in this song called "Ek Shahenshah ne Banvake Haseen TajMahal" in the Hindi Movie LEADER (1964) acted out by the ever-green Legend Dilip Kumar and ever-green Beauty VyjantiMala. Sung by the melody queen Lata Mangeshkar and Majestic Mohd. Rafi Saab. The beauty of the song is that it is actually based on a Classical Raag "Lalita Gauri". Raag Lalita-Gauri is a union of the two ancient Raags Lalit & Gauri named after the manifestations of the Divine Mother of Shakti.This Raag showers on the listener a pious stream of devotion and fills them ith a soul drenching spiritual experience.This raag is one of the most difficult one to be sung.. and I believe Lata has done pure justice to it. Even Rafi paled in comparison to Lata's expertise of striking the perfect tone of the raaga.

Lyrics are equally mind-blowing. Moves even the heart of stone...
Ek Shahenshah Ne Banvake Haseen TajMahal...
Saari Duniya Ko Mohabbat ki Nishaani Di hai.
(An Emeperor has given this entire world a symbol of Love
by making the beautiful TajMahal)
Iske saaye mei Sada Pyaar ke Charche Honge
Khatm jo Hona Sakegi Wo Kahaani Di hai...
(In its shade will remain forever the praise of Love
Providing us.. with a never-ending story...)

I honestly tell you people.. this song is what made me see Taj Mahal in a whole new way. It just completely made my mind and soul sing.
Listen to it now.-- > Click Here <
-Divster

Up in the skies

This is a poem i wrote somtime last year. Am still wondering.. as to what posessed me to write this powerful one. But, here is where I am putting it down. Found the pic that seems to fit it well.




up in the skies i see a rainbow.. a rainbow flying high up in the sky

Down in the earth i frown ... a frown on my face dunno why...

Dried in the autumn i feel... an endless wait, my heart feels dry...

tired with waiting i sleep.. a tender sleep comes over as i ly...

Dawn comes n goes... no sense of time, no reason to try...

Drifting away in my thoughts... thoughts of my dear beloved and I

mindless i go in my path... a path that just cant reach you, oh my...

Devastated i realize... blinded and emotionaly abandonned, i cry...

Deep down i know... i know you are not flying back to me, still i try...

to find my place in this lonely world... lonely it will be, without u & I

Drenched in sorrow i look up last time... last time before i say goodbye...

Dusk has set in, dawn has gone... will i be gone so soon? i sigh...

smiling in your memories... i see my own soul fly high and vanish in the sky



-Divster

Singing by not my Choice

Well.. obviously one of ma greatest passions in life is music. Nothin can ever change it.. bcause im born in it and i swim in it and find myself surviving in it. But this post is not just about singing in general. It has always been encouraged to write songs you prefer to hear, your favorites etc. But, here i am going to talk about the songs I DONT prefer to hear.. and i dont find them anywhere close to favorite...Let me see.. what kind of girl this makes me....

I thought of this post.. when i heard this song.."Tide is high.. but im holding on.. Im goinna be ur Number 1.." by Atomic Kitten. Infact, the firstfew times i just enjoyed the beat.. and the song was melodious.. no doubt abt it. Hehe, the video on the other hand.. had one of the girls in Atomic kitten shownn pregnant.. dancing.. And i was like..shocked! Wat the hell.. becomin jumpin jackal in your 6-7 months pregnancy (yes, it did look that big...). That just irked me.

But, then when i downloaded that song and heard it i was like.. i hate this! its like.."every girl wants u to be her man.. but i'll wait right here till its my turn. Im not that kinda girl.. who gives up jusss like that..." i was like stuffing my mouth with a pillowww to not sock the system. So much for dignity. U wait around for the loser to look at you again.. wow sooo nice. Ur actually helping out all those 'self-sacrificing women in love' to commit suicide in it further!

The next on da agenda is this latest song alwayss annoying me on the radio. Its by these latest gang of girls called PussycatDolls. Coy name.. with an even more coy song! "Dont cha wish ur girlfriend was hot like me.. Dont cha wish ur girlfriend was freak like me. Dont cha baby" First when i heard this song i was like.. sheesh... wat kind of a song is this??? Then i saw the video.. and gotta admit.. i did liek the rhythm and dance of it. no doubt it is quite catchy..

But then i heard this song fully.. and i laughed out loud. Its like.."i know u like me.. i know u do. And in the back of ur mind.. I know u shud be home with me. Lets keep it friendly..You have to play fair...See, i dont caree.. But i know she aint gon' wanna share" LOL. I actually got addicted to hearing this song on the radio..(yah..tat happens). And i had to bang these lyrics on my head so that i get out of singin that annoying song during class. Seriously, the guy moved on and had his new gf. U still got hots for him.. heck.. not till sharinggg..brrr. well.. how about..' why dont cha forget him baby.."

I have this feeling.. that im goinna look at this post later on and laugh out loud. This is invariably from the teenager inside me. Well, i guess there has got to be something like this that will remind you of what your teenage life was like.

-Divster

My fav riddle..

There is a Blessed Saint who visits the temple. There are three separate shrines in the temple.. each having a pond in front of it. its a custom for him to keep a fixed number of flowers in each shrine(same number for each shrine) the magic of the pond is that the number of flowers you immerse in it gets doubled.

So the saint one day takes some number of flowers...
1)immerses in the first pond..flowers get doubled
2) keeps the fixed number of flowers for the shrine..
has some flowers left over..
3)goes to the next pond.. immerses the flowers again.. gets doubled.
4)keeps the fixed number of flowers for the second shrine..
has some flowers left again..
5) goes to the last pond.. immerses the flowers. gets doubled.
6) and keeps the fixed number of flowers for the third shrine..
walks out with NO flowers left in hand.

Now the riddle is..
1)how much flowers did he carry in the starting?
2)how much is the fixed number of flowers that needs to be kept in each shrine.

-Divster

Pathway to Heaven

Sigh.. this sure seems like one..but isnt. Not, when you're late to class..and you're walking down this hallway in my school... one-word: Never-ending. In my experience.. on a hard day walking through this corridor alone.. still gives me shivers..
brrrr...

-Divster

Where do we stand, woman?

Woman.. What is it to be a woman? why are we born as women? I really need to know.. bcause this world is soo huge.. but yet the world for a woman seems still so small..

Do not find me annexing issues of feminism or male chauvinism. But, this is my pure senti-mentalism. I wonder if a woman has got things going better for her after all??? Obviously the rhetorical question has the most obvious answer YeS. Comparing to ancient times, we will all agree that women didnt have any say in most of the decisions made at home.. and lets not forget no chance of establishing a career of her own.. or no hope of having any other goal in life except for handling/taking care of the family and making the kids and themselves self-sufficient and successful.

But now.. we have girls all over the world.. filling up lots of prestigious positions.. leading countries.. leading several fields. Yes, clap clap clap. All this is the exterior world. What about the interior? Does the woman feel the essence of her freedom truly?? does she?? Talk about the way a girl is brought up compared to a boy. Talk about the ulterior motive of having the girl child getting wed first. Talk about entrusting the motherhood and its continuing responsibility solely still in the shoulders of ours.Yes, this is still there. We are encouraged to see the world.. the massive land of opportunities.. but we are said.. nevertheless, this is what we plan for you. Now.. its up to you.. as to how much u can manage to do.. beyond this 'plan'.

Do i sound as if i am vexed about having to be unfairly treated compared to men? Heck no. I dont see any open criticism in this area. But, the fact is that it is in-built in the culture. You are born in this culture.. u are 'expected' to understand that you are a girl.. therefor you are different.. whether u like it or not. All hopes and dreams of having to carve their way out in this life.. having to stand up for what career they want to pursue.. and how much effort they want to put in.. receives applaud in this world. But receives crude remarks, smirks, and antagonism from the social circle immediately around us. Even our family and husbands and in-laws and the relatives.

Earlier, we sat inside the house. with our eyes downcast.. knowing that this is the little world around me and there exists nothing but this. Its not the position of women in society that needs to change. Its the position of women in the mind of the ppl in the society that needs to change... Until then.. we sit outside.. with the entire universe sorrounding us.. with our eyes downcast... i am afraid we are still the same women we were inside the house.

-Divster

This week's dedication

There u go.. choose.. one.. which one? Earings.. or the necklace one?
(lets hope vivek oberoi, her bf, isnt lissenin to this.. :P)

-Divster

Sister of my Heart

'Final Touch' said Anju as she took from her school-bag a black eye pencil and - yes, a lipstick. From where? But I didnt ask. I was learning that my cousin had her secrets too. In the damply lit Jenana bathroom we changed into the bright kurtas that lay light as wings on our skin.

We darkened each other's eyes with inexpert fingers and outlined each other's mouth with the lipstick which was rich maroon quite unsuitable for young girls. But we were reckless by now, giggling as we loosened our braided hair to fall in waves around our flushed faces. When we turned to the mirror to admire ourselves, I was shocked at how grown up we looked, as though we had crossed over a threshold into the house of adulthood. As though there would be no turning back.

'Oh Sudha', Anju breathed. 'You look stunning. People will be lookin at you instead of watching the actresses on the screen.'
'Don't be silly', I replied, giving her a little push. But I was pleased. We stuffed our uniforms into our school-bags and went to get our tickets.

We are lucky: we have good seats with an un-obstructed view of the screen, and though the theatre is crowded, there is an empty seat next to mine where I thankfully drop my schoolbag. I had been nervous about who I would have to sit next to. Whenever we went to the cinema with the mothers, they sat on the outer edges, buffers between us and the world. For a heartbeat, I miss their protective presence.

But the hall is so fascinating with its high ceiling and cornices embossed with plastic flowers, the rich red velvet of its stage curtain, its aisles that give off a sweetish smell like that zarda that women chew after meals. And the people. Even after the start of the film, which is marvellously romantic and sad, just as I had imagined, I cannot stop watching them. The light from the screen casts an unearthy glow on their rapt faces, wiping away lines, lifting away years. As they smile, or touch a handkerchief to their eyes, they appear strangely, heart-catchingly innocent. And yet so mysterious. Even Anju, in the seat next to mine, emotions flitting like moonlit clouds over her face, seems like someone I do not know at all.

Then a male voice says.."Excuse me, is someone sitting here?"

Just my luck! The last thing I want is a strange man sitting next to me, ruining my pleasure in the film by whistling or making crude kissing sounds during the romantic scenes. I've heard schoolmates complaining of such things. Maybe I can tell him that a friend is sitting here, that she just stepped out for a moment?
But when I look at him, I know i need not worry. 'How could u know, Madam Experience?" How many men have you talked to in your lifetime? Anju would ask later. As it happens he got us into an awful lot of trouble. Sometimes you just know, I would tell her. And the trouble we got into was not his fault.

In the pearl light of the theatre, the man's - but he was not much more than a boy himself - eyes glimmer, dark and bright in turns. His smile is at once open and apologetic. His hair tumbles over his forehead. Charmingly, I think.
"Awfully sorry to disturb you, but I think this is my seat." He holds out his ticket towards me, pointing to the number. The cleft of his chin can break a girl's heart.
I lift my schoolbag from the chair. To keep myself from smiling I stare sternly, fixedly at the screen, where the hero has just boarded the night train. In a moment he will see the sleeping heroine and fall in love, unequivocally, irreversibly, in the way of true passion, world without end.
But I can't stop myself from looking just once out of the corner of my eye.

He is intelligent, I can tell that just by how he holds himself, his body relaxed yet alert. Probably a college student from St. Xavier's maybe. Or Presidency. Open at the throat, his white shirt is very clean and smells of mint. And when, heart pounding, I raise my eyes a little higher, his lips are smiling. At me.
How long do we look at each other in that cinema that is neither in the world nor out of it? How long do we remain suspended in that timeless opal light that gave us strange permission? I dont know. I must have glanced at the screen from time to time, though I had long since lost track of the story. ( The heroine is weeping as she reads a letter. Then she is dancing- is it at her beloved's wedding party? She throws a glass on the ground and it shatters, but she keeps dancing, her feet smearing with blood, but the pain is less than that which tears her heart. And then it's the end of the film, with her in his arms --but how did that come about? )
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They say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. Their gaze is a rope of gold binding each to the other. Even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. They can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again.
That is why, in families that kept the ancient traditions, girls were not allowed to meet men until the moment of auspicious seeing, shubho drishti, when the bride and groom gave themselves to each other with their eyes. It wasn't as Anju said, to keep the women ignorant and under control. The elders in their wisdom had done it to prevent heartbreak.
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"Sudha' Anju shakes my arm urgently. 'Sudha, what's wrong with you? Let's go!"
I try to focus on her words, but her voice comes from somwhere far away. I start to say something reassuring to her, but instead I find myself smiling at my - yes, foolishly, possessively, I think of him as such - my young man.
"Come on" says Anju, and now I see that her face is tight with worry. How ironic that she, the valiant one who has initiated this adventure, should be afraid just when my own timidity has disappeared. 'Let's go, we still have to change into our uniforms. If we dont hurry, we will never be able to get back to the school gates before Singhji arrives."
"Ok" I say. But all of them -- Singhji, the nuns at school, even the mothers with their inevitable anger -- belong to another universe, one that has nothing to do with me.

The young man speaks thoughtfully, musingly. 'Sudha' he says, and in his mouth my name takes on a sweetness, an elegance I never thought it could possess.
Anju draws herself up. "Please move out of the way so that we can get past" she says in her best grown-up voice.
"Yes of course", he says, courteous withought being apologetic. As Anju pushes past him he says, "Sudha, I'm Ashok, Ashok Ghosh. What is your full name?"
Ghosh. The word tolls inside my head like a warning bell. I can hear my mother saying, in her most disapproving patrician tones, What? A lower-caste man? I squeeze shut my eyes, willing her voice to fade.
"Sudha, stop, don't say anything. Anju cries, abandoning sophistication. "We dont know who this man is, what he might do, whom he might tell." She claps her hand over my mouth, but I move it aside. Ashok. The One who Banishes Sorrow. I know he'll never use the knowledge of my name against me.
"I'm Basudha Chatterjee", I say and I smile my most enchanting smile for him.

Anju's trying to pull me towards the door. The hall is almost empty and her voice echoes as she says, "Come on, Sudha. God, am I sorry I suggested coming to the cinema."
"It's OK, Anju don't worry" I say. A great tenderness fills me. Because she is my sister. Because she wants to protect me from harm. Because she is the one who brought Ashok and me together.
"DONT WORRY!" Anju's voice is brittle with desparation. "Don't worry she says. How can I not, when you stand here like your head is filled with cow dung instead of brains? Someone is sure to see you talking to a strange man, and then what will we do??" She yanks hard at me.

"Wait" Ashok extends an arm as though he would stop me. I wonder how his touch would feel, his fingtips electric, but warm also, like summer rain. But he hasn't forgotten the proprieties completely. At the last moment he fists his hand and jams it into his pocket. "Don't go so soon. Can i buy you a soft drink? Can we talk? Even a few minutes ----"
"No" says Anju angrily. "Is your head filled with cow dung too? Didn't you hear me say we would get into trouble at home if anyone saw us here with you? Please, just go away."
"Atleast let me call you a taxi"
"We're going to take the bus" Anju says as she pushes me to the door of the jenana bathroom. I look over shoulder at Ashok's fallen face. I wish I could tell him not to worry, we will surely meet again. But there is just enough time.....before Anju slams the bathroom door...... to say "We live in Baliganj"

"How can you be so stupid?" Anju bursts out even before the echo of the door fades. "You're acting just like one of those silly lovesick girls in the film. The first stranger you meet, just because he happens to sit next to you."
"Not just happens, Anju. Nothing Just Happens. I know ---"
But before I can say more, the door to one of the ladies' stalls swing open.

"GIRLS" says a familiar voice. "Girls is it you? I thought i recognized your voices, but then I thought, No.. not possible. What are you doing here? You should be in school, isn't it so? And what's this I hear? A man? Sitting next to you?" The large billowy form of Sarita Aunty emerges from the stall. She shakes out her sari pleats and stares at us, google-eyed.
"What are you wearing? And look at that STUFF on your LIPS! Like women of the street. Goodness, I had better take you home right away. Oh, just wait till your mothers hear of this!"

And, enormously elated Sarita Aunty grips our arms and holds on, as though she is afraid we might dissolve magically into the ammonia air of the bathroom and deprive her of the season's best gossip story. Her steely fingers dig into our flesh all the way home...

- by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni--- Book : Sister of my Heart

( This indian Author's style of writing is so real and vivid. No fancy words.. but just plain english expressing the traditions of marriage.. and how two sisters fall apart due to their different choices.. and how they come together due to their ever-strong bond of love. )

-Divster

To my inspirator...

This post.. is dedicated to the one.. who inspired me to be here enjoying my blog and others' as well. They say it takes only a glance to change everything. Thats literally what happened. It took only a glance... and one word Amazing. Here's to the unknown.. yet wel-known inspiration of my blog. (Applause!)

Best Regards

-Divster

First woman in space

Why am i not suprised???
(grunts)

-Divster

Good Luck Mr. Gorsky

On July 20, 1969, as commander of the Apollo 11 lunar module, Neil
Armstrong was the first person to set foot on the moon.

His first words after stepping on the moon, "that's one small step for
man, one giant leap for mankind," were televised to earth and heard by
millions. But just before he reentered the lander, he made the
enigmatic remark "GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY."

Many people at nasa though it was a casual remark concerning some
rival soviet cosmonaut. However, upon checking, there was no gorsky in
either the Russian or American space programs.

Over the years many people questioned Armstrong as to what the "good
luck, Mr. Gorsky" statement meant, but Armstrong always just smiled.
On July 5, 1995, in Tampa bay, Florida, while answering questions
following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26-year-old question to
Armstrong. This time he finally responded.

Mr. Gorsky had died, so Neil Armstrong felt he could answer the question.

In 1938 when he was a kid in a small Midwest town, he was playing
baseball with a friend in the backyard. His friend hit the ball, which
landed in his neighbor's yard by the bedroom windows. His neighbors
were Mr. And Mrs. Gorsky.

As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs.
Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky.

"SEX! YOU WANT SEX?! YOU'LL GET SEX WHEN THE KID NEXT DOOR WALKS ON THE MOON!"