Woman

F.W.Bain in his book, The Digit of the Moon, described of the creation of woman.
'In the beginning, When the Divine Artificer came to the creation of woman he found that he had exhausted his materials in the making of man and that no solid elements were left. In this dilemma, after profound meditation, he did as follows : he took the rotundity of the moon, and the curves of the creepers, and the clinging of tendrils, and the trembling of grass, and the slenderness of the reed, and the bloom of flowers, and the lightness of leaves, and the tapering of the elephant's trunk, and the glances of deer, and the clustering of rows of bees, and the joyous gaiety of sunbeams, and the weeping of clouds, and the fickleness of the winds, and the timidity of the hare, and the vanity of the peacock, and the softness of the parrot's bosom, and the hardness of adamant, and the sweetness of honey, and the cruelty of the tiger, and the warm glow of fire, and the coldness of the snow, and the chattering of jays, and the cooing of kokila, and the hypocrisy of the crane, and the fidelity of chakravaka, and compounding all these together, he made woman and gave her to man'.
(source: Discovery of India by J.Nehru)

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Nothing more is left to say but, a feeble attempt I am putting in here with a sense of gratitude to all women, related or unrelated to me:

Sneh sagar ka shrot hai tu,
Mamta ki amar kahani hai,
Tu prem ki aviral ganga hai,
Jo nirmal, kalyani hai.

Shabdon me teri seema ko,
Vyakt nahi kar sakta main,
Gagan-dhara sab jhukte hain,
Na tera koi sani hai.

God me le kar ke apne,
Manavta ko tu seenchti hai,
Swarth-rahit tere prem ka kayal,
Sansar ka har-ek prani hai.


Nari Shakti ko koti-koti naman!!!

A Straight(ened) Crime

A gentle breeze tried to dismantle the poise of her silky tresses... flowing freely with river-like equanimity, rolling down her cheeks to the chin, covering her face, in a measure, to give her a appearance of a shimmering moon, waxing and waning with the moments.

Standing astounded at a distance, there, He was adamant to perceive a glimpse of the ethereal beauty in its entirety and here, the divine veil of her mane was persistent to prevent her from the wicked glance of the world.

As he was gasping in amazement, she stood up and passed by him. A delicate deflection of her neck and he felt the touch of silk brushing against his face.
He fell flat on the floor. A brutal assassination by Straight Hairs!!!

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The preliminary and necessary condition to qualify for the above description is "Girls without Curls" and the sufficient condition being an adorable face with enough amount of grace. And of course, vital sta'tistics should conform with universal code. So, Please think before you dream.

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Months passed...breeze was still blowing...but the charm was lost. Heavenly tresses were battling hard for existence, eventually losing it out to the cruel curls and He, the worshipper, turned atheist.

One day, she asked, "Sweetie...Valentine day is coming..what you gonna give me??"

[Girls, generally, want a question in reply to the above question and co-incidentally boys do understand this fact.]

He answered plainly, "What do you want??"

She asked with a feminine exaggeration of expression, "Baby...you love my hairs na??" and looked into his eyes searching for affirmation which was long lost.

[Girls, generally, have a habit of asking a question where the simple answers can do.]

A curt reply followed, "hmm...so...".
"Just see..how unruly they have become...I wanna get it straightened again", she finally made her point.
"Okay..let's see...", he sighed and said with an artificial smile.

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Budget for the Fiscal Year had been proposed.
He had reasons to be happy for he could save now INR 2000 annually with the new tax slab being enforced. He could see the faces happier and eyes brighter all around when suddenly a girl, his colleague, caught his attention while flaunting her new hairdo.

(Please note that, this season new hairdo essentially means straight hairs).

He went up to her and showered heaps of praise on her hairstyle but his ulterior motive was to know the cost of it.
With an irritating giggle she started explaining the every minute detail of this so (un) important event of her life.
At last he felt his ear-drums are failing him...his vision got blurred...his heart skipped a beat...and he uttered in a state of disbelief..."Sorry...come again!!!"

The giggling girl said,"Yes boy!! It cost me 10000 bucks."

He calculated, under his breath, that his saving of coming 5 years would equal the cost of Her hair-straightening.
He fell flat on the floor. A brutal assassination by straight hairs!!!

P.Ss.
1. Staggering budget involved in the "Crime" led me to write this one.
2. No offense meant to girls who are wearing the described coiffure. Seriously.
3. Guys ...Please stop fidgeting with such a costly ITEM (read hairs) before you have to pay the price.

Friday Fracas

Dec 31, 2010
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ME: Enough is enough. My decision is final. I am going to put an end to all this and let me tell you very frankly I can't bear you anymore.

I was expecting a reply in fact I was in need of reply.

SHE: (Silent)

ME: How can you be so indifferent after ruining my life. You know what, once I would have been caught with you,my reputation had been groveled to dust. And if my family comes to know about our relationship, I am finished. Why should I put my life in jeopardy??

SHE: (Silent)
This time I could see her melting, tears in her eyes and in her eyes I could see myself burning with anger.

ME: Damn you!! And Damn your silence!! It's fine with me even if you don't utter anything. Even I don't want to hear your nonsense.
And I resolve not to see your face again ever in my life.

In the fit of anger and disgust I shoved her around while I was walking off the room. She fell down on the floor.
She was still silent. She was broken. I could see her eyes pleading me not to leave her like that. But I had made up my mind.

I was in retrospective mood throughout the week.

Jan 1 ,2011
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ME (to myself): Nothing wrong. It's okay but aaa...I could have been a bit gentle at least,I shouldn't have pushed her.

Jan 2,2011
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ME (to myself): Hmm...She didn't deserve that much of scolding. I could have said it in a better way.

Jan 3,2011
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ME (to myself): We will not meet ever again...what if I happen to see her by chance?? What will I do??

Jan 4,2011
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ME (to myself): I think I'm missing her. What's wrong with it after all we shared a long relationship.

Jan 5,2011
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ME (to myself): She never persuaded me into her life. It was I who chose to be with her and How happy I was when I met her first time.

Jan 6,2011
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ME (to myself):Uff...Now I realize that it was all my fault. Probably I should see her one more time..... just to say sorry for that day!!!

Jan 7,2011
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I summoned her once again. She came silently without any sign of protest. A spark of joy ran through my nerves as I saw her. This was one perfect scene of assignation.
She was looking as beautiful as when I saw her first time. I looked into her eyes as sparkling as when I looked into them first time. We came closer.We were close enough to smell each other. Her aroma was blocking my mind. I was losing my senses.
Lust....I was feeling lustful. Love was being overpowered.
No more could I admire her beauty,her eyes,her fragrance. I was ready to devour her.
The last thing that I remember Our lips being locked adding fuel to the flame of devouring passion.
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Is it finished?? Really?? How can it be?? I am yet to speak.
Remember, Who I am???
I am "SHE" silent so far. Your story-teller "ME" is in my grip right now. He can't speak a single word as of now, even if he manages to do so You'll not be able to comprehend what he's saying.
Such is my power. Such is my strength.
100 times has he taken the vow not to see me again but as you see his all efforts going in vain.
He thinks he devours me every time but it is I who commit the every crime.
I devour him, Of his senses, Of his body, Of his soul. Someday I'll devour him of his Life.
Little He Knows that I am a PROSTITUTE who was, who is and who will remain VIRGIN.

Only He Knows What's His Life Without Me.
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P.S.
1. Dec31,2010 and Jan7,2011 were Friday and I am a software professional.
2. Remember the tagline "What's life without Royal Challenge."
3. You can go through the story once again.

Dedicated to my friend who puked whole night along riverside in such amount that Orrisa Govt. had to issue the order of cleaning the river.

Today is FRIDAY....I think!!!

I believe.....

Since the day I came into existence I believed in everything because I understood nothing. The years passed by in moments and I kept on believing. It was one fine morning when I witnessed the soft iridescent rays like pearls falling in my courtyard and filling my heart with an unbridled kind of joy and wonder...how soothing it was...it was the first time I tried to think and it seemed me that it is going to be like this always ...but as the moments flew, the softness was lost to cruelty...the rays were no more like pearls ...they were like penetrating bullets. Should I believe anymore in what i was believing???

The story was not over yet...what the world called evening, it was my shattered beliefs...darkness was trying hard to prevail and it succeeded eventually...and then darker and the darkest came and with this, came fear that filled my heart and I analogized the darkness to fear...it seemed that it was not going to be over but then I woke up and saw the pearls again...

The biggest dilemma of my life that what should I believe?? The day...the night...the sheen or the dark....???

I didn't understand the dreams but that didn't keep me from dreaming...I saw what-not with my eyes closed...I was everything that I would have been liked to be in my dreams and I believed in them until eyes were wide open confronting the reality....What should I believe...what I see with open eyes or what i see with them closed??

I believed in beauty and I believed in Love...everytime I saw something beautiful I fell in love...One day I saw a girl...mesmerising pulchritude she had...and the next obvious thing was me falling in love with her...whenever i saw her, i fell for her once again...one day I saw her in an ambulance ...out of curiosity i rushed behind the van and when they were taking her to the emergency ward i got a glimpse of her face and what i saw left me perplexed ...i felt like hating the same girl i used to love and the only reason was that she had lost her beauty due to some acid attack...no more was I a believer of beauty and no more i believed in love...

Life went on...I thought this world to be a lovely place...calm..serene...and i was happy to be a part of this world but no longer could I believe it as I heard a deafening sound and I saw the flesh and blood scattered all over...There were fleshes of my own people...but I couldn't recognize it...and it was a day when my heart bled and washed out all the belief that i had....

Now...I don't believe in days... nights... dreams... beauty... love... serenity... humanity...

I believe neither you nor myself.

I BELIEVE in nothing because I UNDERSTAND everything...

Happy Jack, Sad Jack....

A very bright morning it was….I woke up at my usual time and got ready for the class and as I stepped outside my hostel, the weather seemed welcoming me …..the sky seemed electric blue & my mood was violet operating at higher frequency… and life seemed so easy...anyway I was already late for class and as I reached the entrance of my classroom , the teacher welcomed me with her complaining glance but even this glance seemed sparkling as if she was saying ..”Oh …here you are….I was waiting for you only”….next class economics …usual boring lectures & stuffs but even it seemed like a rhyme & I enjoyed it thoroughly….classes over and we were back to our daily routine which included some useless talks , some aimless stroll and some pointless comments but destiny couldn’t tolerate me with a happy-face & I bore the burnt for some nasty remarks although it was not meant for what it was supposed to…I was still happy but shocked slightly and with a postprandial walk my mind started an analysis of events and as it was being analyzed step-by-step, my steps were getting heavier & heavier…..

The next day morning seemed gloomy...I woke up much before my usual time feeling restless and despite this I was late again for my class, again same glance of same teacher but this time I glared in retaliation & a usually interesting lecture seemed quite boring…
No more talks, no more strolls, no more remarks that day. Even a friendly prank infuriated me and suddenly I felt like all alone with an uncontrollable flow of negative vibes around me.

These two days helped me a lot to understand a minor and probable part of the abstruse relationship between my mind & my heart. Human actions & behavior are outcome of a closed loop system that consists of mind & heart. Here the mind works as a processor and heart works as a feedback element(with gain>>1) and intricacy lies there that mind handles the technicalities of a matter and heart takes care of emotional part…and when you get positive signals(that comes from an act of affection, love, care, praise shown by someone) as an input to your heart then this gets amplified several times(as gain>>1 for this feedback element) and a stronger positive signal results as the output and this output gets added(positive feedback) to the signals ready to be processed by mind and output of mind results in a high intensity of your action and you feel energetic , happy, lively and everything seems at its place….but when you get negative signals as an output from your heart which ,in turn, comes from the output of mind part as a result of processing some bad human behavior, then this negative signal gets added(negative feedback) to the already present signal and it results in a reduction of intensity of input signals and when mind process this weak signal , the output results in a reduced intensity of your action and you feel enervated , sad ,depressed and everything seems like falling apart…and such feelings , generally ,continues for a bit longer as it gets processed again and again by this closed loop system until you get a strong positive feeling or feedback ….and this is how our mind and heart control our actions and behavior and simultaneous working of mind & heart on the same signals results in an expected or unexpected, good or bad, acceptable or unacceptable human actions and behavior.

The only way out to never get into such kinds of negative feelings to convert this close system into an open one and make our mind & heart work independent of each other.

Let the mind handle the technicalities alone and make your heart strong enough to take care of emotional part alone. Probably, this theory will make the world a bit happier.

Statutory Warning....

“One classic regular please…”, I ordered ……My life is not so regular in itself as this brand of cigarette is regular in my life ….why do I smoke??

Everyday I burn my solemn promises to myself not to burn my lungs…..but why??

I don’t know why …….probably it teaches me the theory of life….it teaches me the way to live my life.

My favorite brand pipe is between my lips and as I light it up there starts my life burning from one end.

With my first puff, I forget everything else , I feel like on the top of the world and I get the same feeling as my life starts unmindful of the sufferings of this cruel world.

Afterwards my life starts to move at the same pace as my burning pipe…it all depends on my capacity that how much I can live & how much I can inhale………

With every single breathe my life & my cigarette both are getting shorter….but I can’t stop breathing & I can’t quit smoking.

For now my cigarette is between my fingers as I am talking to my friend but it is still burning…….still getting shorter ….same with my life ..no matter if I am not interested in it , it will move at its pace…….it’ll go on without waiting for me to take interest in itself as my cigarette doesn’t wait for me…

I inhale up to my capacity and with my last puff I let out a cloud of smoke….and….i watch it going up in the air …and….the ashes lying down on the ground…..pretty reminiscent of my life , there are times when I want to go up ,I want to socialize , I want to share my happiness and there are times when I want to be alone , I am sad , I don’t want to share my agony , feeling dejected……the two sides of my life like “smoke & ashes”.

Now I am left with nothing …I am finished with my cigarette but the part of cigarette from where I hold it , is still in my hand …my cigarette ends here….and my life..i m finished with my life …death is embracing me …my life ends here……….

With each puff I enjoyed my cigarette ….With each breathe I enjoyed my life….

That’s the philosophy of life……my cigarette conveyed me.

My literal tribute to my cigarette ….

“I have noticed some nasty lines written there that cigarette is injurious to my health ,to my life, to my existence…..but I know that my life , my existence is far more injurious to the existence of cigarette….one cigarette just takes 72 seconds of my life but in that 72 seconds I take the whole life of a cigarette…certainly I am more injurious………….

I WILL BET MY OWN EXISTENCE TO SAVE YOUR EXISTENCE…..”

This thought of mine is dedicated to one of my friend very close to my heart but closer to classic regular.

p.s.-smoke at your own risk.

One Missed Call....

But pappu can’t dance salaaaa……..oh my god….what the hell can I do if pappu can’t dance ..I was muttering out of sheer frustration till I realized that this is my new ring tone.
I squinted into the watch ….GOD..it is 2.15AM & someone is calling me at this time ..
Who the hell invented this devil gizmo & if by chance invented then what the hell any need to provide it with missed call facility….u must have discrete choices , either you can call or you can’t , nothing in between……..ANYWAY it was all over now and I could do nothing except uttering some hard swear words & surely I would not have such a wide spectrum of thoughts & of course some really bad words if it would have been a day-matter but you know I was in the sleep of just & really I never compromise when it comes to my sleeping….after such a long process my eyes were wide open & I just tried to get into the call details ..it was some unknown number….I was confused & you’ll think why I was confused on this silly matter , now the explanation that I will provide is , as I call it , “MISSED CALL MENTALITY”.
WE all are almost very dexterous in giving missed call & then giggling over our this devilish act but you know , that who receives it , gets some arduous job of thinking what to do next….should I call back or just ignore it .
I am talking of receiver mentality as many times I am on the other side …Giving example of myself , I don’t even bother to give a better look or a second thought as soon I sniff that it is from some known to me ….and if I have nothing to do at the moment except just lying on my bed and gazing interminably to the roof as if it is my soul-mate then only I can even think of giving a call , of course a missed one & that too of such a short duration that it will vanish as you’ll winked at it (my apprehension-people are getting smarter to convert a mean to be missed call into a long time chatting without caring about slightly less smart people)….
But it was a missed call from an unknown number so I was very curious…don’t get it wrong please.. I am not that curious but my curiosity finds its root from the mentality of a college going but still single & ready to mingle boy…….Isn’t it possible that this call have some relation with girls …oh god…may be …very much possible …it gave me a kind of sensation & I just again flipped through call register ..got the number and dialed it back …my heart was beating like anything and I was expecting eagerly for a dulcet tone…number not in use …I just wanted to throw my phone but my eyes saw something horrible like my papa glaring at me on my thought , I stopped even thinking.

“Fortune favors the brave” ….adage seemed the most meaningful at that moment & I started again but in vein…..number not in use….I thought who the hell is this who just bought this number to give a missed call & that too to me ..”am I the chosen one”….

THIS missed call made my life hell but somehow I made my heart a bit tougher but then suddenly again the screen of my mobile flashed same number …I almost jumped over it and pressed the button with my legs shaking vigorously….a lady sounded on the other side & that too in a quite euphonious manner ………………….giving me the details what should I do if I want to change my caller tune ……yes my friends ..it was from the customer care service…….hell with this service ….they even didn’t care for such a hopeful heart …for what the hell they are paid …& who the hell are they to give me suggestions on my caller tune …...again there was nothing left to me except my all-time friend “my self-designed swear words”….I banged back to the real world……& with a dim hope of getting a missed call from my “THE MOST WANTED “ one.