tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118656880174581662024-03-13T09:49:09.315-07:00Love Life & Memories..A blog which is made of all the experiences faced in life and relationship. A trial to share the answers of the things which keeps bothering in our minds when we are romantically involved with somebody, who keeps us alive.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-71482475802306796962014-03-27T23:19:00.002-07:002014-03-27T23:19:19.389-07:00Mom, I am Gay! (One Act Play 1)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(The stage has a setting of
two rooms; one, the draw-in room with a small dining table, and the other half
of the stage has a setting of a bedroom, with a bed, a cupboard, and a study
table.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Raj is running inside the
house to go to his room. He has a roll of paper in his hand. His mother is
present in the room, with a pooja thali and a small bell in her hand; she is
ringing it. Raj runs past her and get inside his room.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ma: “Arey Raju Beta, why are
you running inside the house?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Raj didn’t stop to answer
her, and went inside his room. His mother leaves the stage. Raj sits on his
bed, and slowly unrolls the paper that he has been carrying in his hand.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj (reads aloud to
himself): “The verdict of Supreme Court turns against the homosexual citizens
in the country as they have been criminalised under section 377.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Raj keeps staring at the
newspaper)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj (thinking): “So, am I a
criminal as well?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Ma knocks on his door, Raj
hides the newspaper under his pillow.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ma (comes inside the room
with the pooja thali in her hand): “Raju, what happened Beta? Why were you
running? Is everything okay?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Ma puts a vermillion mark
on Raj’s forehead, and gives him two cubes of sugar from the plate in his cupped
palms.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj (clearing his throat):
“Nothing Ma, was just running late to school. I was about to get ready.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ma (pats his shoulders and
smiles): “Mera Raju Beta, such a hardworking lad. Come on, get ready quick. I
made your favourite aloo parathas today.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Raj smiles and hugs his
mother. Ma gets a little worried now.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ma: “Is everything okay,
Beta? Tell me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj: “Nothing Ma, I am a
little worried about my studies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ma (kisses his cheeks):
“Whatever are the results, however is your studies, you are never going to be
less of my son. Don’t be worried, Beta. We will always love you and accept you
for what you are, and what you would become in the future. And I know, my Beta
would never let me down.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Ma leaves the room with
smile. Raj closes the door behind her, and breaths heavily. He takes his school
uniform out of his cupboard, and throws them on his bed. He sits on a corner of
the bed and gets lost in his thoughts.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Lights shift to a part of
the room behind Raj, where an adult and a small boy are seated on the bed. His
uncle, Gopal, is smiling at the boy, and giving him chocolates, and slides his
hand inside his pants. The boy smiles and chuckles)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Boy: “Hahahaha, Gopi Uncle,
its tickling.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Gopal: “Does it feel nice?
Tell me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Boy “Its tickling.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Gopal: “Raju, don’t tell
anyone about this, its our “big boy secret”. Okay?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Boy: “Okay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ringing. Raj comes out of his thoughts, and reaches towards his phone. He reads
the message, looks at the time and starts getting ready for school.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Raj is in his school
uniform and comes out of his room. His mother is arranging breakfast for him on
the dining table. Raj looks at his watch, and feels troubled.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ma: “Beta, come and have
some breakfast.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj: “Ma, I am running late
for school. Can I eat them later?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ma (smiles): “Okay, but let
me pack some for you. Eat during your tiffin break.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Ma takes a tiffin box and
puts the aloo parathas inside, and gives it to Raj. Raj puts the tiffin box in
his bag, and leaves.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Evening time<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Raj is back from school,
and is studying on his table. He is staring at the book and is thinking.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj (to himself): “I never
liked boys in that way, maybe that shows that I am not. But what about Gopi
Uncle? Why did I like it in my childhood, what does that mean? Why is the
government doing this? Now, they are going to put in jail. Ma and Papaji would
die out of shame. What do I do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Papaji enters the room, and
Raj is unaware of his presence. He clears his throat to talk. Raj turns back
and is startled.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Papaji: “What happened? Are
you okay? You seem to be tired and worried.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj: “Nothing Papaji, these
math sums are killing me. I have my first board exams in a month, and I am a
little worried.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Papaji: “Its okay Beta, you
will do well. Come at once for dinner; study afterwards.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Raj and Papaji leave the
room. They go to the draw-in room, where the food is being served by Ma. They
all occupy their seats, and start eating. Papaji pulls out the newspaper to
read. Everyone is silent.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Papaji: “There now! Justice
is done to our culture. These homosexual freaks are now decriminalised. They
should be banned from the country.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Raj starts sweating, and Ma
is eating in silence.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Papji: Now Shukla’s son will
be behind bars for his madness. The other day, I saw him holding hands and
walking with another man in the community park, and kissing him on his cheeks.
When I told Shukla about this, he said that he doesn’t mind his son being
different. Now let me see where he hides his so-called “different” son.
Shameless people, huh!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj (timidly): But Papaji,
they too are human beings, and they too have feelings. They have rights.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Papaji: “Don’t speak, Raj. I
know much more than you. I have seen the world much more than you did. Don’t
try to be too smart with me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Ma looks up from the plate.
Raj gets frustrated.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj: “But Papaji…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Papaji (angrily): “Shut up,
Raj! Stop arguing with me. Finish your dinner and get back to your studies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Raj gets really angry; he
takes a deep breath, and gathers all her strength to speak.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj (looks at his mother):
“Ma, I need to tell you something.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ma (without looking up from
her food): “Quit it, Raj. Your father is right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Raj: “Ma, I am gay!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Papaji looks at Raj and is
shocked. Ma gets up from the chair with an exasperated face with her hands on
her chest)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-31872411680637484202014-02-19T04:31:00.003-08:002014-02-19T04:50:04.448-08:00Odour-Captures of My History<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Are you mad, do you get high by its smell?", is the question that my mother asked me when she found me smelling my new textbooks. When I was a small girl, I used to open my new books, and take a deep breath, digging my nose deep in them, and feel relaxed. The smell of the books make me feel happy about a beginning: beginning of a new session of school, beginning of a new book, beginning of a new story, new characters, beginning of a new syllabus, everything. Today, when I smell my new books, it takes me back to those days, when I was a little girl, sitting on my bed, curiously going through the books, to see how different my new course is going to be, and how much I will have to study. With the new books, came a new responsibility, of studying harder, being grown by a year, and trying to behave accordingly.<br />
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Smell has been an enchanting sense for me, as I am blessed with the skill of recalling smell of different things, and get lost in the time that it belongs to. I miss the smell of the fresh cow dung, waiting to be picked by my Maami in my Granna's house in Assam, which brings the memory of the fresh and soothing mornings of my summer vacations in my childhood, I miss the odour of the wooden chulha, which reminds me of the delicious sweets that my Granna makes when I used to visit her. I miss the smell of moss, which brings the mud trails and my endless ventures in the farms with my cousins. I miss the smell of my Dad's fart, which of course was disgusting, but now its lack brings his absence around me, a void in my daily routine of him farting next to me, and laughing like a small kid, as if he had just accomplished the most naughtiest deed of his life once again. I miss the smell of my Mom's skin, which reminds me how close she used to hug me, to rock me to sleep, how close I was to her for a moment, and how far I am from her today.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLOk5-Sxx0aVvFDM1-8oE0TXfoDZg2nABOujd56H-xtEm0D_xqW3sS81Odfjqm6eW6_9Gxg5RGrSM92e2VfIjXJoCppTIGqe9VQZewkDLc_yl7R7x1RpXJ7zj6H_yAkl47MMsMx4Ju10WW/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLOk5-Sxx0aVvFDM1-8oE0TXfoDZg2nABOujd56H-xtEm0D_xqW3sS81Odfjqm6eW6_9Gxg5RGrSM92e2VfIjXJoCppTIGqe9VQZewkDLc_yl7R7x1RpXJ7zj6H_yAkl47MMsMx4Ju10WW/s1600/images.jpeg" /></a>Odours and odours, they are like captures of memory in my head, which brings me to the joy of remembering the best things of my life, and reminds me how distant I am from them this moment. Life just goes by, and all it leaves behind is memories, sheer thoughts of absence of something in your life.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-68113553994916670422014-02-17T02:54:00.001-08:002014-02-17T02:54:13.023-08:00Love is a Test, a Life-Long Test<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you are in love, there are moments when your lover looks like the best thing that has ever happened to you in the world, and the best part of your life is happening now. But after some time of you being with your partner, something seems to be missing, something seems to be out of place. After few months of being together night and day, you seem to observe the beautiful show that your lover has been putting on so far, being so calm and patient, it seems to be fading away. It brings me to a question, is there a right time and age of falling in love?<br />
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When I saw Meera being happy with Sameer, and the endless list of gifts, surprises, dates, and romantic small nothings that they both shared, I envied them so much, I envied Meera so much. So young, and they look to be much better than us adults. But after few months of all these lovey-dovey days, Meera started to whine about her love life, that she hardly has time for herself, that Sameer had changed, and now is such a different person, and so on. I thought maybe she is too young to date and understand the complexities of a relationship, and hence I advised her to finish her high school and then date anyone, ever. But these days, I am facing the same problems with my long term boyfriend, who is pursuing a Masters degree with me. I wonder, am I too young too to understand a completely different person, or is it just not the right thing now to be with him?<br />
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With the time withering by, and the life changing our thoughts everyday, every moment we emerge as a new person, a new individual. And this is what we need to care about when we are in a relationship with a person, that we are changing as much as he/she has changed over time. This is the foundation of a relationship, understanding. When you go along with a person in a journey of love, care, marriage, and family, you need to know that this is what it takes to be happy with your partner, an understanding that the person living with you is loaded up with more qualities that makes your temper go high off the roof, than the ones which makes you melt down to the ground. A peace with this very phenomena is what would bring peace in your relationship.<br />
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Meera understood this fact in a bitter way, and since she loves Sameer a bit too much, she is working out on the compromises with Sameer. Sameer too is taking initiatives to understand what Meera hates about him, and is trying to control his habits to keep her happy. And do they live happily ever after, well, only time knows<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-7587112591248148322012-07-26T01:01:00.001-07:002013-01-19T08:54:38.788-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>We Need To Talk!</b></h2>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It just needs three words to start a romantic relationship
and then end it completely. If you know what I am saying. “I love you” is a short sweet
phrase that would gear up a new life but “Its over now” can crush
everything into pieces. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Why do people go through breakups? In my life, I went
through only one painful break up that almost killed me. I always wondered, why
is that he just found love in some other girl even after such a beautiful relationship!
Why is that we didn’t give a shot to save it. I kept blaming myself for all this
mess. Maybe we are too different we got tired of adjusting or maybe we were not
meant to be together. May be this all happened for my own good. After a year of
that breakup, I could clearly see that it absolutely was for my good. In fact,
it was the best thing that ever happened to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Have you ever wondered that what makes people just walk out
of a relationship so easily and move on with their lives? Why is that they just
walk away and find someone new to romance with. How could they do that and get sleep at night?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I tag such people under the category of cowards. It sounds a
little rude, but I found that the secret behind all the successful married
couples is that they have the courage to mend things and live with it. Who doesn’t
have flaws, some you can have a control on and and you can't help with some, but that nowhere
says that you should start finding a new partner who possess those missing qualities.
What if they lack other important qualities which you desire, will you dump them again?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Those people who keep jumping from one partner to another don’t
have guts to face a real life with them. They are so adamant that they won't adjust
even a bit and sooner when things start to be practical and a little different,
they will run away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If you have the guts to be committed and face whatever
comes on the way, you are a real hero. Being into any kind of relationship needs
a lot of courage, guts and bravery. After all, “Break-up” and running away is the favourite activity of cowards.</span></span><br />
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<b>Waiting <span class="GRcorrect" grphrase="bf6310a7255bd6e82579364b322c55bf07435671" grtype="null" id="GRmark_bf6310a7255bd6e82579364b322c55bf07435671_waiting:0">waiting</span> and waiting....</b></h2>
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How it feels to keep waiting for something you want to happen at the soonest in your life. Waiting for your crush to ask you out, waiting for a good news in family, waiting for your husband who is yet to return from his office etc. <span class="GRspelling">etc</span>. Sometimes, waiting can turn out really depressing and sad. Have you ever felt that what if the moment you are waiting for is never going to happen in real life?</div>
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I suck at waiting for anyone, anything in this world. Trust me, if you ask me to wait for you, then you are going to regret it. I have always been hyperactive and impatient. When I used to read chapters from Ramayana, I used to wonder that how the hell Ram agreed for the fourteen years of exile. Fourteen years?? I could finish my schools right from kindergarten to high school in fourteen years! How could someone be so patient and calm? I don’t believe in waiting, I feel it’s a waste of time. I would rather start the journey than wait for my mother to get dressed and half an hour extra for the accesories and make-up. Am so sorry, but I am just like that.</div>
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I would say that I avoid waiting to prevent the clouds of negative thoughts, gloominess and depression. Walking fast doing and any kind of activity keeps me engaged and keeps my spirits high. Window-shopping is the best example to be mentioned here. I like to go around and see things and dresses and then try them out. Then I re-think about the visits, budget and quality after trial in at least seven outlets and decide that which "one" is worth buying.</div>
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People like me, who are like an Express train (giggles) like to do things quicker. We end up having so much time left in a day to invest in leisure works or to polish our skills. You got 20 minutes in your schedule with no work, why not read a blog or a book or shop something online. Why not see the reviews of the latest cosmetics and bath products, or apply a face pack on your face and just relax. See, who knew that walking fast in the market to shop groceries could sa you so much time!</div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">In the end, I would like to say that it’s good to be patient, but it's not bad at all to be impatient like me. Who knows how much time we gotleft in our life. Let's make the most of it, by not waiting for thhings to happen in our life.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-38517405257870063902012-07-02T03:09:00.000-07:002013-01-19T09:13:49.669-08:00The Monsoon Of My Dreams...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I don’t understand the relation between rain and emotions.
Many of us plug our headphones and listen to the best of the romantic songs and
stare at the cold raindrops falling from the sky, imagining us standing with
our darling love out in the open and kissing each other. When I imagine myself
in that position, believe me, my heart skips many beats. Some of us just feel
an urgent need of warm and spicy treat to our watering mouth. Chai and Pakodas,
as we Indians crave for in the monsoon. Some of us drop few tears remembering
the void of love and the loved one in our heart and life. </div>
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I was never fortunate enough to enjoy a monsoon romance in my
whole life. Monsoon, I don’t know, what it does to me, suddenly I turn into
Shakespeare falling in love. The picture of me walking with him in the rain,
dancing slowly in the cold drizzle and looking into each other's eyes, how perfect is that. Mmmmm, I miss him.</div>
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In a relationship, of any kind, comfort is the most
important factor. When do you know you are not comfortable with that person?
Well, I’ll give you just one tip; I found that it is when you are not able to
meet his or her eyes. When I look into someone’s eyes, I don’t understand, but creates
an unwanted bond between me and the person, which forces you to be honest,
speak the truth and be bold enough to face them. Hence I stare away, looking at
the hair, or the people in the background, the color of the dress they are
wearing but I still manage to get people’s attention and have a comfortable
chat. As being a little different from my Indian family, my mother and me have a
lot of differences and unfortunately I end up doing what she thinks is
inappropriate for me. It makes me feel right until I face her, and then the
clouds of guilt and fear surrounds my mind. So I never had the courage to look
into her eyes. But it becomes a problem when you are with the love of your life
and you are unable to look into his or her eyes. It has happened to me in the past, so I do
have an idea how it feels.</div>
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But he is not like
others. I can look in his eyes and suddenly I can feel the world around freeze at that moment, I feel the bond between me an him and I can see how much he trusts me.
I never lie to him, except for that I had breakfast in the morning (giggles).
Hmmmm, love..makes my life so beautiful…!!</div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">And it rains! Blessings are showering from heaven. But
alas, even today I just have to dream about my perfect monsoon moment. And soon it shall come true.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-55849911579194159772012-06-24T22:32:00.001-07:002012-06-24T22:32:41.055-07:00Trichotillomania: Hair Loss From Pulling Your Hair | MedIndiaSomething i wrote recently for the website am working in..<br />
<a href="http://www.medindia.net/news/healthwatch/trichotillomania-hair-loss-from-pulling-your-hair-103081-1.htm#comment">Trichotillomania: Hair Loss From Pulling Your Hair | MedIndia</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-44205525307575881092012-06-22T02:12:00.001-07:002013-01-19T09:30:28.405-08:00Life Just Stopped!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Life becomes like
stagnant water in a pond sometimes, which never seems to move anywhere. I feel
the same when I see my other friends and my boyfriend going to college happily,
telling me they got admission here and are gonna join on this date and so on. I
feel like I am never going to come out of these blues and my life will never
move anywhere good. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> I know this a temporary feeling, but it
makes my days look like years and my heart just keeps sinking to the bottom of
the cold and dark ocean. You get used to the gloominess and you start thinking
that this is your fate and you were born to be like this forever.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> My boyfriend is doing a lot to keep me
happy and stress free, I keep talking to him and tell stupid things but
suddenly now, I have nothing left to say. Whatever good is happening in my
life, it is in his presence. When he is not there, nothing happens. So I am
always quiet after half an hour of telling sweet things to him and then I find no words or no topic to talk on.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> He says, ‘Babe, no matter what happens, always
be prepared for the worst and you would feel less pain when things don’t turn
out to be happy in the end. Expectations are like a cobweb in one’s life. The more
you expect, the more you would be disappointed.’ He’s probably right; hence I have
accepted this sadness as my life from this point. If things turn out to be
happy, then I will be the happiest girl in the world. But if it doesn’t, then I
will probably have no tears in my eyes. I know I sound crazy, but this is the only thing which is runing in my mind at present.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-19046096629672160932012-06-19T06:58:00.001-07:002013-01-19T09:35:15.521-08:00The Balance of Good Bad and Horrible<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The Universe is in perfect balance, nothing is imbalanced here. Life is a collarge, a painting, in which all the elements and colorsfit in perfectly. The good times are always followed by the tough ones. Similarly, when we are going through the hard days, we should hope and have strength to look forward for the happy days.<br />
Whenever I am sad..I just pray that it goes off soon and I get to live happy again...I just don't give up dreaming big and happy things. It might sound like a lunatic, but even if I am in the biggest trouble, I will dream of window shoopping, going out for the nicest food and the PJs' I crack, and what not.<br />
Never stop dreaming, and always keep dreaming about the happy moments. As I said, you need to be ready for the tough times, but you need to have plans to make the best of your happy moments. They should be the ones you should be peaceful. Live all your happy moments to the fullest, only then you will be ready to go through the sad ones. Stay happy! <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-49086673057159772652012-06-16T04:05:00.000-07:002012-06-16T04:05:14.559-07:00Life Goes On And On:<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There
is one universal thing about life, that it never stops. No matter what happens,
life goes on and on. We live and we die. And we become memories. And even then,
things happen which affects the way we are being remembered. In your funeral,
if the coffin is too small for your body…oh shit! One new problem…and one more
new story..one more thing to be remembered about you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When
was the last time you were dying to time travel and see the future? Patience is
so important but at times, we lack it. When I was getting into a new
relationship with this awesome guy from my college, I couldn’t wait to see
where it is going. Now I have failed in one subject during the finals of my
college and I have put it again for re-checking. And am doing whatever possible
to just kill the time and see what is the result. God tests our faith in Him
and He wants us to learn to be patient and have super strong faith on him. But
as the time passes by, I am seeing myself in the situation where I am standing
as a failure and I have to struggle through all the lessons in that chapter
again. More than that, I already got into one of the most prestigious colleges
in town and now just because of few marks, I am probably gonna loose it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As
I said before that when life gives you lemons, you need to be brave and
shameless too. But I also said that God wants us to have super strong faith on
Him. if you feel like time traveling and going either to the past to rectify it
or to the future future to see the results, remember, we have to learn to be
patient now. Or we are gonna face similar problems again.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-28647542167443478042012-06-15T23:53:00.002-07:002012-06-16T01:12:16.716-07:00The Turning Point:<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial;">I</span><span style="background-color: #999999;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> never imagined how my life should be until I saw other
people enjoying life..big cars, designer dresses, designer shoes, lot of money
and so on. I thoug</span><span style="font-family: Arial;">ht these things are like the most important things in one’s
life. Why do we study so hard, of course to get educated and get a good job? We
work hard for our better future and happiness. I was blind. I couldn’t live
those dreams and it was killing me from inside. I started weaving dreams that
one day I will finish my studies and I will get all I want. Silly me. But when
I got into the worst relationship in my life…and got educated that I have to
learn how much and whom to trust. I realized that in life, it’s not important
that you live in a hideous apartment then a hideous family.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"> All those songs,
which say how the girl kept a relationship alive and let her guy, win all the
fights even if she is the one who is right, I can imagine the pain and tears
you have been hiding so hard. I cannot say that I have done the biggest thing
in the world by coping with a bad relationship and break up..but for me it was
a huge turning point. I realized that how stronger I have become. I got to
learn one more thing….when life gives you lemons..you just don’t need to be
strong alone..you need to be a little brave and shameless too!</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: xx-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-53055333788073350812011-09-03T01:28:00.000-07:002011-09-03T01:28:54.339-07:00How Strange Life Is<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVFNNsrzxMSot5p_0PQV02g5BW0sdplJgTVlR7lZiaiUVxMbUD6gPmVqQuojbT4I-mO0rVgoB_3YOPPJ6KWnCEyq6x34DjwnGoy1gj-KX5jTyTwaqHiXfspRvRSO3JCnJ6oCHmghj-bpx/s1600/missing_you-t1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVFNNsrzxMSot5p_0PQV02g5BW0sdplJgTVlR7lZiaiUVxMbUD6gPmVqQuojbT4I-mO0rVgoB_3YOPPJ6KWnCEyq6x34DjwnGoy1gj-KX5jTyTwaqHiXfspRvRSO3JCnJ6oCHmghj-bpx/s1600/missing_you-t1.jpg" /></a></div>I started getting proposals in my school from fifth standard. Making a girlfriend or boyfriend was so thrilling and adventurous for my friends. But i always used to wonder...what is the difference between best friends and boyfriends? What do they talk for so long in sitting away from friends,where do they get so many topics to talk for so long. Why do they like to spend time away from all the fun with friends. When i fell in love,I got answers for all. A couple can talk non-stop about so many things,if they are best friends. There should be no wall of hesitation, fear, shyness, or anything between two lovers. Me and my baby boy are just like one soul in two bodies....but it hurts a lot when your better half gets bored of you..isnt it.... :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00169477087428976225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711865688017458166.post-55760036052807945772011-08-29T22:38:00.000-07:002011-08-29T22:38:41.376-07:00The Beginning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Their is a beginning to every thing which ended,just like my beautiful relationship. When I was a teenager, I felt something stupid about all the love songs, then i met him and suddenly i realise these songs cannot be true..they are not enough to express my feelings..and then when it ended...i realised that only true songs are the sad songs expressing the pain of not being with your lover anymore...so basically..it wasnt a relationship which made me understand meanings of these songs and poems...it was a break up...<br />
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