WOMENS DAY--

Jeez,whats so special abt womens day?why is it so unique and special to be a woman?half of the world is woman already.
being woman is just a fact.ur a woman becoz ur not a man.its a genetic accident.the sperm that gave birth to me was the strongest and won the battle and happened to hv XX chromosomes...that made me woman.
once born a woman,i am trying to make the best of it.
all these women who are wishing each other and pretending to be happy about being a woman..if given a choice,wd choose to ba a man,anyway...so what the hell?
being a woman is all pain and no gain.there is no advantage that is speciafically designed for women.
joy of motherhood?why?isnt fatherhood a joy?infact,fatherhood is the pure joy,becoz it comes without any burdens.
society makes us believe that we are considered godesses...MA this and MA that....is there even a choice?who wants to b a MA?let us just live peacefully the life of our choice.why shd we take responsibilities for other lives when we dont even get to take it for our own's?
we are idiots,sentimental fools and emotional preys and we ourselves celebrate it all today.....
HAPPY WOMENS DAY!!!

things that keep me alive,
make me alone.

GOODBYE...

funerals come in different moods and shades.
the way,smiles have many grades...sad faces have grades,too.
i hv a habit of observing the sad faces n guessing its relationship with the diseased.
somehow,death dsnt seem 2 be an end to me and it dsnt make me sad.
so i fake it under social obligation and its fun to see,who fakes it better than me....
its usually the lady,who is incharge of the water and tea department on such day.
easier to keep working than continuously fake....
everytime,she makes tea...her face is relaxed and everytime,she serves it to someone...it changes...
there comes a mask of long face,sad eyes and habitual wiping of totally dry eyes......
i dont mean to say,she is happy...she is just going thru the moment....waiting for it to get over...
here opposite of not being sad,is being bored....
i know,funerals is an important ritual in the grieving process.....but why cry?
just doesnt sit well with me...
death doesnt only indicate..a life ended,but a life lived as well.
it also makes u aware of all the lives that are still alive and it renews ur lease on life.
feel it,hold it tight....and live it,while u still can.

MISSING...

i missed u a alot yday......just wanted to hear ur voice...or see u smile.
i was neck deep in work and still missed u.
it happens many times but some days are worse than the others......
i cannot pinpoint the reason......it dosnt happen when i am sad or happy.......
it has nothing to do with me feeling lonely....
i miss u out of the blue and then,it lasts many hours or a whole day.
i am miserable and i think i like it.....
i dont communicate in that phase coz i am beside myself.
its funny and a phenomenon utterly unlike any other in my life.
u seem to creep up on me...slowly and silently....gripping my day firmly.......
leaving me unable to shake u off....
and believe me,i try....a lot.
i wd love to know what triggers it,....may be then i can make it go away......
or may be i dont mind it so much...hence i dont try 100%.
ur like an old,soft blanket...warm and safe....n i love being enveloped...
as i cant meet u,this is as close to meeting u,as i can get.
anyways,the days that i miss u,i wonder why?....
n then the days when i dont,....i wonder,when again?

luck is where opportunity meets prepartion.

life ends when u stop dreaming,
hope ends when u stop believing n
love ends when u stop caring.

HACHIKO.....

there was a professor who used 2 travel to work by train...
one day,he found a puppy,wondering on the platform...he picked it up n tried 2locate its master,but cdnt.
then he took it home n named it HACHIKO.

hachiko adored his master....everyday he wd accompany the professor to station n wd wait for him to return home by 5pm train...
one day the professor died in the middle of the lecture.he did not come home that day by 5pm train.
hachiko waited n waited....whole evening n night....
when family realised,they went 2 bring it home.....but it wdnt bulge.

he remained in his spot days after days.....a clean,well fed n loved puppy,became street dog,waiting for his master....eventually,he was known around the station n many regulars fed him food n kept him going.

hachiko waited full 9yrs.for his master n died in the same spot,still waiting.
there is a statue made after hachiko,to remind us of the loyalty n belief.
hachiko believed that his master wd always come back...even though,the whole world told him otherwise........it never gave up hope n never ran away from his schedule.

they say,hachiko's life changed forever,after his master died.....
but who knows,whether for better or for worse?
may be that waiting gave his life a purpose.....may be the warm house n food,but without hope n his master..... felt like jail...... n this street life had atleast the hope.