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!!!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
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.
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.
*********
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.
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!!!
*********
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.
*********
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.
*********
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, January 14, 2011
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.
*************************THE END*************************************************
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.
*******************************The End. Really.********************************
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!!!
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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
--------------
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
--------------
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
-------------
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.
*************************THE END*************************************************
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.
*******************************The End. Really.********************************
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!!!
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