Archive for December, 2008

Embracing 2009

Wednesday, December 31st, 2008

I wish to end 2008 on a positive note. I am copy-pasting some wonderful, inspiring ‘self help’ excerpts.

Kindly skip the post if you think ‘self help’ content is misleading, didactic or repulsive.

Daisaku Ikeda

The worst mistake you can make when young is to give up on a dream, to not challenge yourself for fear of failure.

It is impossible to have absolutely everything go your way all the time.

Almost everyone agonizes over some aspect of his or her personality. It is foolish to become obsessed by such things and succumb to feelings of self-hatred and unworthiness.

Being attracted to someone can be wonderful. The question is: Does he or she inspire you to realize your future goals? Or is that person your central focus, overshadowing all else? A healthy relationship is one in which two people encourage each other to reach their respective goals while sharing each other’s hopes and dreams.

If you allow your love life to consume your time and energy at the expense of your growth, then you’re just playing a game. And if you’re always playing games, then your life will be just that, a game.

Robin Sharma

Life wants you to win. Most people get in their own way and sabotage their success. They let their fears keep them from greatness. It’s a gorgeous life you have in store for you. Just go out and get it.

Every step gets you closer to your dream. (So, I’m dropping another letter to SRK :P )

David Schwartz

You’ve got to expect some unpleasantness on any job.

No person is all good and no person is all bad. The perfect person just does not exist.

Emotionally Induced Illness- Looking and looking and looking for an illness often actually produces illness. Refuse to worry about your health.

Conquer the crime of self deprecation. You are better than you think you are.

Folks who are more concerned with the square footage of your home or the appliances you have or don’t have than with your ideas and conversation are inclined to be petty. Select friends who want to see you succeed, those who breathe encouragement into your plans and ideas.

Email

Bosses are generally hung up on being always right. No boss can be creative if he is surrounded by people who can’t dare to contradict him.

WISHING ALL MY LOVELY READERS A ROCKING, PROSPEROUS, PRODUCTIVE MAGICAL 2009!

You all are wonderful people. God bless you all!

Spurned In Love

Sunday, December 28th, 2008

A PURELY FICTITIOUS STORY

She wakes up with a start and breaks into uncontrollable sobs and withdraws into deep silence. She speaks about the tragedy that befell her. (’She’ is a jilted girl, a fictitious character and here is what she has to say…)

His professional life was rocking, but, little did he know, his personal life was floundering. One fine day, he hurled a volley of expletives at me and disappeared like he never existed. I just meekly stood there. Just stood there!
I met him five years ago. What followed next was a whirlwind of coffee meets and eventually, love blossomed. Sparks flew and the two of us became inseparable. Both of us were incorrigible romantics; we ran up huge phone bills, we met everyday. Our chemistry was just sizzling.
Our romance provided enough fodder for gossip mills. To fuck with gossipmongers and mischief-mongers! They will always be what they are.
He just breezed his way into my heart. He became my universe; my epicenter. My life revolved around him- just ‘him’. I didn’t care two hoots about ‘self improvement’, ‘self growth’, ‘self respect’, and ‘self esteem’.
I laid my heart bare to him. I hadn’t the slightest clue what I was getting into. It took me a while to realize that he had been double timing me. Our relationship went through tumultuous phases. Things reached a flashpoint when he finally dumped me. The trauma that followed, the self-inflicted emotional/physical torture I went through and the snide remarks from him- it all haunts me till date.
Such love stories are dime-a-dozen, I know, but I am still dismayed by the unexpected turn of events. I feel like my soul has been ripped apart.
Living in limbo: My life has come to a grinding halt. I am still struggling to pull my life back together. The scars refuse to heal. I feel jaded and worn out. I will never be enthused like before; I will never be able to start life anew.
With each passing day, my life only gets murkier. I continue to live with troubled memories. I am still nursing my wounds. And no! I cannot move on!
I gave it my all. I don’t know how we fell out of love!
I don’t know why longstanding romances go kaput! Perhaps, good moments don’t last for eternity. Perhaps, all relationships come with an expiry date.
This is the tragedy of my life- Spurned in love! Abandoned in my darkest hour!
I’ve cried buckets, I’ve spent sleepless nights. Now, I will NEVER give anyone the license to hurt me, to walk all over me, to dump me again. To fuck with love!

Fair Is Not Lovely

Friday, December 26th, 2008

“Use a bar of soap to wash away the dark skin that’s keeping men from flocking.”- A fair friend’s advice to her dusky friend.

“Look beautiful. Here’s how you can lighten your skin tone,”- screams a silly Television commercial.

HLL’s ‘Fair & Lovely’ vows to transform an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan! – WTF!

Remember that disgusting ad where a dark-complexioned girl dreams to be an airhostess? She is cursed by her parents for being a girl; a dark girl at that! Mademoiselle uses a fairness cream, and, lo and behold! There she is, a girl transformed with fair complexion, a smartly dressed airhostess who takes her parents to a swanky hotel for a cup of coffee. – WTF!

Why are we Indians obsessed with fair skin? I am yet to read a matrimonial ad that says: “Dusky and Lovely”, “Dusky and Beautiful”, “Wanted a dusky, good looking bride.”

Most people everywhere place a high premium on good looks; and good looks = fair, or so it seems. I don’t understand why sundar (beautiful) is synonymous with gori-chitti (fair).

This mindset is appalling, and, I am ashamed to say that some of my own relatives have this maniacal fair skin fixation.

Moreover, the Indian advertising industry perpetuates stereotypes, especially when it comes to selling fairness creams.

Incidentally, as per media reports, Aishwarya Rai-Bachchan recently refused to endorse a skin-lightening cream. Kudos to her!

Freelance Advisors

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

I am sure nobody enjoys unsolicited advice and unsolicited counseling. I just hate it when people assume you need help and are forever ready with ‘quick-fix’ advice. By ‘people’, I mean those who are just ‘acquaintances’- the hi-bye types, those you ‘dislike’ to the core, and those ‘meddlesome’ types.

“If I were you”, “had I been in this situation”, “I think you should…”, “I suggest…”- all this claptrap is bloody pissing off.

It’s not annoying if the advice is coming from a good friend, a genuine well wisher, an experienced person, a stranger who really wants to help or genuine people who genuinely care.

Unsolicited opinions are just not welcome- but freelance advisors seem to know it all.

Why can’t people resist the temptation to advice?

I especially avoid those ‘insecure’ people who have somehow convinced themselves into believing the jhoot that they are living life to the fullest. They presume you are unhappy and launch into an unending, sermonish chatter on how you should start to live life to the hilt. This is merely a projection of the speaker’s own feeling of failure and inadequacy.

P-S: Thank you all for commenting on my previous post. I am sorry I could not revert to your comments.

Are Marriages Really Made In Heaven?

Monday, December 22nd, 2008

Well, Aditya Chopra’s ‘Rab ne bana de jodi’ is a case in point. The beautiful Taani is all set to marry her paramour, who, unfortunately dies in a bus accident and she ends up marrying the simple, not-so-good-looking Surinder Sahni. Different as chalk and cheese, the two succumb to accidental matrimony.

Move over reel life. Here’s a piece of irrefutable real-life evidence. My own cousin was set to marry her fiancé until she called off the engagement and eventually got married to someone else. She is blissfully happy today. She was destined to marry my jiju!

Another cousin tied the knot last year. One year into marriage and she is already contemplating a divorce. Now this makes me wonder- Are ALL marriages made in heaven?
There are certain aspects that demand attention before walking down the aisle; before taking the matrimonial plunge! I’m sure my cousin gave it enough thought before she embarked on the road to matrimony. Perhaps, not ALL marriages are made in heaven!
My best friend was slated to marry her boyfriend until the sissy dumped her. Today, her parents are frantically looking up matrimonial websites. Was she dumped because her marriage was already fixed in heaven?
“More marriages are breaking up now than ever before. There are more divorce applications than marriage registrations. There are so many stuck in rotten marriages because they are bound by kids or other reasons best known to them. There are so many who feign happiness in unhappy marriages,” opined a friend recently.
In such a scenario, does the age-old marriages-are-made-in-heaven concept hold true?
Are ALL marriages made in heaven? If yes, why do such marriages disintegrate?

Crazy Matrimonial Ads

Friday, December 19th, 2008

I am rolling on the floor with laughter. I want to share this email with all of you.

Disclaimer: I am NOT responsible if you forget your basic grammar after reading this.

I want very simple girl. from brahmin educated family from orissa state. he is also know about RAMAYAN, GEETA BHAGABATA, and other homework

My wife should be as ‘Parwati’ as in Kahani Ghar Ghar Ki and as Tulsi as in KSBKBT.I want a girl with no drinks if she wants she can wear jeans in house but while steping out of house she should give respect to our cast.

I pradip my family histry my two brother two sister and fater&mothersister complity marred


Hi sweety. My colour is black,but my heart is white i like social service

My Name is Shekhar , I am single i don’t have female, I am not a good education but i working all field in bangalroe.. if u like me u welcome to my heart…when ever u want to meet pls visit my resident or send u letter.. Thanks yours Regards Shekhar

ssc failed three times and worked with privated ltd company which not paying salary at present.

I want one girl who love me or my mother. she love me heartly or she have a frank she’s skin colour ‘normal’ not a black or not a whitey. I Think the main think is heart if your heart is beautiful then you are beautiful. but i am not a handsome guy or not a good looking. but my Mom say that Iam a good guy. My father already expired . THE CHOICE IS YOUR. Bye

I am very simpel and hanest. i have three sister one brother and one parent. i am doing postal sarvice and tailor master. my original resdence at kalahandi diste naw i am staing at rayagada dist


Hi i am very cool nature. OK my hobby is see TV and NEWS OK 1 have car and 1 BONWL OK my mother also good OK my faruet world is

My name is muhamad and i am unmarried. pleaes you marrige me pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes

Hello. Myself Shankar. I want pretty thin long bride. I of 75 kilo. Height 5.8. if u weight in between 45-50 and has long height call me.

Letter To Shahrukh Khan

Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

Today, I went to Mannat (Shahrukh Khan’s palatial bungalow at Bandstand, Bandra, Mumbai) to deliver my hand-written letter to him. Mahendra, his security guard patiently heard me out as I tried my best to convince him, to convey my message to Mr. Shahrukh Khan.

I don’t know if my letter will ever find its way into Shahrukh Khan’s hands but I know I’m feeling wonderful about myself today. This is by far the wackiest, craziest thing I’ve ever done. It’s my dream to interview him and this is the least I could have done.

As you all know, I love him like mad and I can go to any extent to profess my undying love to him. I have written the letter with utmost honesty and sincerity and I hope baby pie acknowledges the same. I sincerely hope my letter finds its rightful owner and that it’s not ripped to shreds.

The letter reads:

Dearest Shahrukh,

YOU have always inspired me to dream- DREAM BIG. Ever since I got into film journalism, it has been my dream to interview you.

I tried getting in touch with your PR, Karuna. The snobbish woman refuses to revert to my calls and messages. Unfortunately, when someone does things the ‘right’ way, their hard work and sincerity is not rewarded. I was forced to come down to Mannat to get my letter delivered to you. I sincerely hope this letter reaches you.

I know successful people are inaccessible but I also know successful people don’t laugh off dreams and ideas.

I am a freelancer and I am looking forward to meeting you at the earliest. My contact details are as under.

Thank you!

P-S: I find moustaches repulsive but I fell in love with Rab ne bana de jodi’s Surinder Sahni every time he appeared onscreen; every time Raj said, “Taani partner.”- It sounded like Swati partner :P

The Gateway Rally

Monday, December 15th, 2008

CALL BACK THE BAR GIRLS. MAY BE THEY CAN PROTECT US

“DESHMURKH” A FILM BY RAM GOPAL VARMA. STARRING: YOU KNOW WHO

RAJ THACKERAY’S BANDHS, R.R PATIL’S CHOTI BAATEIN, NAQVI’S LIPSTICK AND POWDER, DESHMUKH’S TERROR TOURISM, ACHUTANANDAN’S DOGS- NAHIN CHALTA HAI!
DOGS AND POLITICIANS ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THIS RALLY

I AM AN INDIAN. THERE IS ONLY ONE ‘SENA’ THAT I BELIEVE IN- THE INDIAN ARMY

MISSING RAJ THACKERAY. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?
A TOKEN TO THE LEADERS OF THE WORLD FROM THE CITIZENS OF MUMBAI
WE WOULD PREFER A DOG VISIT OUR HOUSE THAN A POLITICIAN

MR. CHIEF MINISTER. INSTEAD OF TAKING RAM GOPAL VARMA FOR TAJ TOURISM, IF YOU WOULD HAVE SHOWN THE TERRORISTS ‘RAM GOPAL VARMA KI AAG’ THEY WOULD HAVE ANYWAYS KILLED THEMSELVES
NAQVI THE BASTARD
DONKEY, DONKEY, OLD AND GRAY,
OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND GENTLY BRAY.
LIFT YOUR EARS AND BLOW YOUR HORN,
TO WAKE THE WORLD THIS SLEEPY MORN.
ACHUTANANDAN THE BASTARD
A-CHUTE-A-NANDAN
CM OF KERALA
A-DOG-HIMSELF


HI RAJ. HOW MUCH DOES YOUR AUDI COST? STOP FOOLING MY MAHARASHTRIAN BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND MIND YOUR OWN ‘BUSINESS’!

JAIHIND

Standing At The Crossroads Of Life

Friday, December 12th, 2008

There is a crossroads moment in everyone’s life- Mine has arrived.

I have never felt so challenged before.

I am DYING to get my hair rebonded. It’s going to cost me a bomb. (Somewhere between 7k to 9k considering the length of my hair. Prices vary across salons and depend on hair length.)

I speak with candour so let me also add that I know it’s going to royally **** my hair after the initial 2-3 months of gloss and glitter. The chemicals smell awful and I am prepared for a grueling backache coz you’re required to sit for at least 6 hours while others pull you hair at leisure. Not to mention the crazy amount of chemical they use. I am confident it’s going to fracture my already fragile hair.

Moreover, I’ve heard of women suing hairdressers for bald patches and other side effects of hair rebonding. Somehow, I am confident because I’ve got it done twice. So I am mentally gearing up to face the worst.

But I swear! I have never been so confused in my entire life. It’s a matter of life and death for me. I am literally standing at the crossroads of life. I also understand I have a SERIOUS hair loss problem and rebonding is only going to worsen it.

But what the hell! Tomorrow, on my deathbed, I don’t want to repent that I didn’t get it done because I feared sporting a bald pate. No wonder they say- Life is a gamble- Risk it! And our very own Farhan Akhtar says- apne jitne bhi armaan hai, pure karle tu. Zindagi milegi na dubara- ROCK ON!

I have this mad straight hair fixation. I just can’t help it. But I hear a faint voice… “Swats, you retard! You know the disastrous repercussions of hair rebonding. You are not even married. And wigs look awful.”

I think I’ll ignore this voice.

For the uninitiated, hair rebonding is when your oh-so-delicate hairstrands are put in between two metal plates of electric styling device. (Ceramic iron). Your hair would be pulled rod-straight using heat. To reset the bonds and stabilize the strands, a neutralizer is applied.
This treatment restricts me from washing my hair for at least three days. I can’t clip my hair, tie a rubber band or wear any other accessories in my hair for three days. And I am not allowed to sweat. (And I’m such a work-out fanatic my God!)

It requires a hell of a lot of maintenance. A regular touch up, an anti-frizz shampoo and a conditioner coupled with a huge list of do’s and don’t’s.

I am otherwise very decisive. In this case, however, I guess I’ll take a month to decide the best course of action.

Whatever be my answer, wish me luck people!

Amen!

Disability Fails To Cripple This Hero

Thursday, December 11th, 2008

“I used to lock myself in a room and pray to God to give me arms and legs, to make me normal. He never listened to me. It took me a while to realize that if a miracle didn’t happen to me, maybe I was a miracle myself.”


This is the story of NICK VUJICIC- Born without limbs- No arms, no legs!
Doctors have no medical explanation for this rare deformity. Nick is used to curious stares and now he smiles back at anyone who stares at him.
“The law in Australia didn’t allow me to be integrated into a main-stream school because of my physical disability. God did miracles and gave my Mom the strength to fight for the law to be changed. I was one of the first disabled students to be integrated into a main-stream school.”
“I liked going to school, and just try to live life like everyone else, but it was in my early years of school where I encountered uncomfortable times of feeling rejected, weird and bullied because of my physical difference. Then I started to develop attitudes and values which helped me overcome these challenging times.”
“I want to become financially independent by the age of 25, through real estate investments, to modify a car for me to drive and to be interviewed and share my story on the “Oprah Winfrey Show”! Writing several best-selling books has been one of my dreams and I hope to finish writing my first by the end of the year. It will be called “NO ARMS, NO LEGS, NO WORRIES.”

I couldn’t keep from crying. And I am sorry if I have moved any of you to tears. How could I not share this extra ordinary success story!
Whenever I feel the blues, I turn to my cupboard. Nick looks me in the eye and inspires me in more ways than one.
Disability Fails To Cripple This Hero!
Kudos to NICK VUJICIC!
For more info, kindly log on to http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/ And do check the video on YouTube.
Cheers!