bye bye blogspot

Finally I think its time to make a move.
This one seems to be a better one!

PLIGHT

Came across this matrimonial and was pretty amused by her parents' wits! (and she being a silent spectator to her online-sale!)

"....Her partner should be an IITian graduate with masters degree from USA and he must be from AGARWAL family. Well, there are lot many things about my daughter for which our family is proud of. An IITian Agarwal with masters degree can surely be a perfect match for my daughter."

My first reaction was- son of a bitch! Selling off his daughter or wat And I could anticipate the 'numaish' of that girl clad in a saari, serving tea 'n snacks to some IITian's parents and they agreeing for 'it'; much to the rejoice of her proud father- proud now, since they have finally done their duty in 'the best possible way'- I mean getting such a "good" groom must be surely the best way! After all being in IIT or IIM would have, for sure, inculcated mannerisms, grander, beauty and most importantly compasion & commitment in him. Who the hell cares, say for example, about his nature.

Family background and some hushed up asking around and 'spying' on the guy is enough for such parents (as if they can do more!) when it comes to "unburdening their obligations" - the girl being an obligation - their so called obligation - which, half the time, they themselves make an obligation by not letting her be truly independent, so much so as to be able to chose a good guy as life partner. But alas how can she when she hasn't ever been even allowed to meet guys, always studied in girls schools and was never let free when in college.

And her so called good culture and her traditional values are limited to some smart-ass tricks and frivolities like listening to parents killing your own wishes and desires, being good at studies and make a good (read richly paying) career, being able to maintain the household nicely, marrying Mr. Right, albeit right according to her parents, and then keeping everyone in her 'sasural' happy and literally blindly worshipping the man tied to her 'pallu' most of the times without asking her own genuine interest and choice.

No nothing like that I am totally against arranged marriages like this. I'll gladly go by my parents choice too, what all I would ever need to ensure is that she is my choice too, that we are compatible enough and mature enough for each other - before marriage getting to know each other, helping out in each other work, sharing day-to-day lives, going out and knowing each other makes it a not at all an arranged marriage but a "love-marriage-with-arranged-girl" [and I wouldn't mind making out too ]. Purely arranged ones are like tying you onto a dog (or a bitch as the case might be!) assuring you it'll protect you and look after you - and without telling you how long its canines are and how mad is the dog (or the bitch) and that there is no cure (like those 14 injections) when this one will bite But then we don't listen much about the biting phenomena since it is slowly but surely fed to us (by parents and social fabric) to "live what you've got" and not even trying to find your better half yourself

. . . . and my only concern for these scopeless fellas (who need someone else to find them their better halves) is that- marriage must be a biiiig adjustment, sacrifice and commitment- and very unfortunately its all left for the girl to do :( She should adjust, commit and sacrifice, she should change all over, she should familiarise herself with the culture/rituals/values of her husband's family, she should get accustomed to new ways, she should uphold their honour in the society, she should have a past like a clean slate, she should slog all the day at home making adjustments and pull her ass up the wall at office if she is a working women and nothing like a career-ambitious wife exists (barring a few exceptions here 'n there). At most its child birth, till she can afford to work independently all on her own - imagine wat goes if she is transferred and he gets a transfered in a job...... and the shit continues to hit the fan.

Bullshit why don't they get a paid maid to work and some paid one to fuk

Surely You're Joking my F.R.I.E.N.D.

A message left in by a friend..... and I am seriouslly thinking of giving up on watever meagre studies upon which my life is thriving by! by the way I am wondering where those specs might have gone (lost in my 10x12 room!) since I did away with them 4 years back!!

"chal bye dear, happy time studg, maggu meri jaan, kaise lagte ho yeh imagine karti hoon yuhin sitting seriously studg, with a book and a pen, memorising something, with ur specs on, do nahi char aankho se book mein ghur te hue. wow kya scene hai"

I am TWO

I am the number 2 I am friendly _

what number are you?

this quiz by orsa

MIT Weblog Survey

worthwhile survey!
Introspecting and I am sure would be something fruitful and important when MIT is giving these resources to it! the good thing being it hardly takes 10 min :D

Read here about the survey. Awaiting the results impatiently :D

We are still together!!

mailed in by a friend, written in remembrance of long lost mother

She can't live without me,
I can't live without her,
However, I am still alive!
It only means that we are still together.

Ours' is the relation like that of the soul and the body,
What's the body without the soul????
However, my body is still functioning well!!!!
It only means my soul is still within me,
It only means we are still together,
It simply means her soul within me.

My kinda girl

also something like this apart from being blah blah blah. . . .

She's A Little Too Good For Me by Bryan Adams

She got the brains - she got the looks
She knows all the right people - reads all the right books
She's got my name - she's got my number
But what she see's in me I sometimes wonder

She's a little too good for me
She's gonna change me if I let her
She's a little too good for me
But I'm getting better

I'm just a guy - I'm just me
I'm happy with my feet up on the table - in front of my TV
We're worlds apart - we're night and day
She's dinner by candle light - I'm just a take-away

She's a little too good for me
She's gonna change me if I let her
She's a little too good for me
But I'm getting better

She's says I do something to her
All her friends say I'm a loser

Birthday Colours !

a fwd. mail . . .
It said my B'day colour is Navy Blue and this is what Navy Blue stands for:

You are attractive, and love your life. You have a strong feeling towards everything. And very easily distracted. Once you get angry at someone, it's hard for you to forgive them.


Wow! that was one helluva description of myself

Too much on her mind

was rummaging thru' the blogdom and came across Ithilwyn's blog; has a passion to write, very organised writings and touching too! Oh and by the way she is the featured blogger on blogdrive lately :)

Here is her latest post {wrote my heart out in much better way than I could have}

Too much on my mind.

Okay, I need to vent a bit. Or something. Maybe it won't really be venting, but I need to express myself here in order to organize my thoughts.First of all, there is a scene in this one movie I like, Center Stage, where one of the ballet instructors tells a rebellious young student that when things get tough, she needs to come back "here" (placing her hand on the practice bar). That practice room was a place of safety, of serenity. That's what journalling is for me. It's like my home base. When things don't go well, or even when things do, this is where I end up.Writing has always been so essential to me. I've kept a journal since I was ten! Over the years, I've learned to express in my writing what I am unable to get out in any other way. It is the outlet for all the things I want to say but can't. It's also my catharsis. I don't express my emotions often...at least I don't think so. I keep things bottled up, and while those who know me well can tell when I'm upset about something, I don't broadcast it to the world or even talk through things with the people who do notice. Instead, I come here, or to my paper journal, and I write about it. This is how I deal with my feelings, whatever they are. Here I can process through things and deal with them without having to worry about offending anyone (typically, though it has been known to happen) or getting any really weird advice or even good advice that I'm just not ready for.Maybe it's not such a good thing, this internalization of everything. It makes me seem strong without really being strong. It makes it difficult to really open up to people and be honest with them about how I feel. It makes me avoid confrontation. There are so many times that I feel hurt or angry, and I just let it pass. Typically, I just get over the feeling, move on and forget about it. The benefit of this whole process is that I can move on and not hold any resentment or regret. It makes me wonder if it's really all that bad--to be able to let go of the petty things and work past them without upsetting anyone but myself. (I guess I should insert here that I do know how to deal with confrontation when necessary, when it's a really big issue. I'm just always concerned about rocking the boat if it's something that is just me, just something I need to deal with and surrender.) Writing is always my prefered way of dealing with anything, whether it's simply working it out in my journal, or writing a note or email to someone. I can say things in writing to a person that I'm just not comfortable saying in person. Granted, a lot of what I write does not come anywhere near this kind of depth, but the only way I can get to that depth and feel comfortable sharing that way is to build and develop this method of communication over time.I know that I need to work on being able to actually talk things through with people. I know that it will eventually be necessary to formulate words, to be able to speak what I'm thinking. But for now, the best way to really get to know me is to read me. This is me. It's at least the way that I see myself, and I can't be more honest than sharing with you the image I have of me.

Things to learn from dogs !

from personal convictions, fwd. mails and random websites...
their apparent triviality makes them all the more beautiful for me to live up to them.

* Never pass up an opportunity to go for a ride in the car.

* Allow the experience of fresh air and wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.

* When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

* When it is in your best interest, practice obedience.

* Let other's know when they've invaded your territory.

* Take naps and stretch before rising.

* Run, romp, and play daily.

* Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.

* Be loyal.

* Never pretend to be something you're not.

* If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

* When someone is having a bad day, sit close and nuzzle them gently.

* Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

* Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

* On hot days, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree.

* No matter how often you're scolded, buy into the guilt thing and pout...run right back and make friends.

* Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.