The Other Woman!

  This is an official entry for Stayfree held by Indiblogger

Days  when  I return back late from my office I peep outside my bus to have a breath of fresh air. As my  bus slowly passes through the main gate of a famous  IT company, the sight of beautiful young gals leaves me mesmerised. They are one like me,you and any other gal reading this article.They are prettier than me and hundreds of other simple looking gals. They would have had a rosier life than me ,you or anyone else. One look at them and you find nothing amiss. A second , closer look at them would be  anything but pretty. Their faces painted with heavy make  up, garish gaudy clothes with a plunging neckline with their ample cleavage on display waiting on the main roads for prospective clients. As my bus moves on I am always haunted with hundreds of questions running through my mind.

I  have always wondered what their lives would be like. How uncertain the next morning would be for them. Whether they would be alive or end up being battered and bruised by their clients. Whether they would be abused and treated as a machine working for the money that their clients spent on the pimps.

What surprises me is the hypocrisy of the men in our country; they want the ladies of their houses to be fully dressed, wearing mini skirt is still a taboo at many places but they wouldn’t mind displaying their masculinity to a fragile sex worker for a night of enjoyment ; rather to satisfy their lust. The men in our country get away with excuses that it is the improper dressing is the reason they  are provoked to rape but little do they admit to the fact it is the thought that is more wretched than the act.

One of the worst professions that woman have been into so far. Age no bar , sex no bar is something this profession follows studiously. Minor gals are forced into this profession , sold by their own families .Every single day hundreds of gals are pushed into this profession and no one knows what happens to them. They are lost in the crowd somewhere.No one is bothered about them nor the client ,nor the trafficker, no one!!

Read this on a site –Source Internet and couldn’t agree more to this.

"If it wasn't for men you wouldn't have prostitution," said Myers. "They think it's a joke, she's having a ball. No she isn't! They think they didn't do anything wrong – 'My wife is pregnant and I deserve to have my needs taken care of.' Well fuck your needs! And fuck the things you do to us, things that would have you arrested if you tried to do them to a date. Women need to be taught that their body isn’t an offering or a sacrifice."

Whats more depressing is the appalling work conditions ,the way they are subjected to torture and harassment.They are forced to satisfy 15-30 customers in a single day. Apart from being a symbol of lust for the customers,they also have to bear the brunt of the customers. They are forced to drink,smoke ,beaten black and blue ,forced to have banned drugs which have deadly side effects.No one speaks for them. No one raises a voice for them even when India is one of the biggest markets  of flesh trade.The risk of transmission of sexually transmitted diseases is also very high in  this profession.Sex trade is a viscous circle.Having read books, articles on them ,I can easily conclude their life is no less than hell.

What I think has to change is the current working conditions, they must have a voice to speak for their own rights, make this profession legalized, give them equal respect just like any other normal working woman. Because it is because of them that the number of rape cases is still under control .its because someone somewhere   sacrifices their body just for few bucks. Awareness should be created on a large scale to prevent sexually transmitted diseases. Usage of condoms and educating about the use of the same, and  reasons why must they force their customers to have protected sex must be spread .Their children must get a chance to have a different life. The govt must do something about their education and well fare. They must introduce some kind of grants for these kids so that they lead a better life. Strict action and stringent laws must be enforced against people involved in the human trafficking racket. Medical checkups and vaccination programmes must be conducted on a large scale in the red light areas. Police harassment should be dealt by the government. They should have the right to choose the clients that they wish to have rather than being forced to sleep with any jerk. No one  knows whether they would return the next day safely after an entire night stint. Their safety should be taken care of.  Rehabilitation of minors who have been forced into this profession must be increased. They must be encouraged to start a new life on their own by involving them in the small scale industries.Last but not the least they must not be treated as an outcast.

Reading Hashi’s story made me write this article.( http://news.yahoo.com/bangladeshs-teenage-brothels-hold-dark-steroid-secret-024639562.html) There will be thousands of Hashi who have been pushed into this profession, and hundreds who would be prospective Hashi. The thought that gals are a burden to the society has to be changed. The thought that woman are a mere sex symbol has to be changed. The thought be changed,the act  be changed...Castrate the ones who force themselves on minors who are yet to know what all this mean.Make changes in the law such that no trafficker is ever let out free .Set an example in such a way that people tremble out of fear everytime they think to sell off their daughters for few pennies.

   And for normal citizens - BE ALERT! if you find any such case in your area of human trafficking or forced prostitution raise your voice against it.Be the Change to see the change.

Kyunki Sas Bhi Kabhi Bahu thi – Ha Toh??

  This is an official entry for Stayfree held by Indiblogger

 I know this is a weird headline to go for the topic “Time to Change”. But then this is exactly something that I want to change. I hope you  have got the idea by now. If no, Please continue reading.

I seriously get pissed off with the male dominance in our society.We talk about equal rights to woman, woman liberation ,empowerment etc et c all the words that can be put up together from the dictionary. But then we see nothing put up into practice.

We want equal rights for men and women but even today woman cant dress the way they want. We talk about liberty but still woman aren’t free to walk alone or be alone in the cities.We talk about  woman empowerment still everyday a girl child is dumped because of the only fault that the baby is a gal. I donot blame the male society alone here , woman are equally responsible for this state of the society.We woman give birth and we ourselves be a mute spectators to our child being dumped ,aborted or killed just because the child was a girl.being a mute spectator doesnt make  you a saint, you are equally a partner in crime.

TV, newspapers , internet etc are a medium to reach people. Its  a medium via which we can spread  a message to the society. If used in the right way ,these mediums can change the society,can change the outlook. I watch a  lot of tv soaps, shows etc on television like most of the people do. I have always wondered why it is always the woman whos being shown oppressed ,depressed,suppressed.Why only woman being shown tortured gives a lot of TRP’s .Surprisingly most of this soap operas are watched by the community of house wives.Kyunki sas bhi bahu thi – ha toh? just because a mother in law underwent torture and hundreds of marriages ,the new daughter in law too should undergo the same? Why is it always that a woman is shown  tortured by her in laws,her hubby on screen?Why is it most of the times a woman is shown betrayed by her husband.Why isn’t it vice versa? Why is it that woman are always shown to be weaker section of the society?Why is it woman are shown weeping and silently bearing the torture of the society just for the sake of her family.?Wny doesn’t a show garner trps where a woman is shown a strong character and doesn’t bend down to the rules of the society? Why is it shown that a dark skinned gal is unable to find a suitable groom?Why do shows like SAS BAHU AUR SAZISH sell like hot cakes? Why a dadisa(grandma) or a Ammaji kind of character who keeps her daughter in laws to daughters under her control become famous?WHY!WHY??WHY?Its the mentality that sucks! It’s the outlook that’s gone wrong. And the most surprising fact is Most of these shows made by woman producers and directors.Why making a woman weak in reel life or real life give an unexplained satisfaction or contentment?

I believe this is a thing which may have happened ages ago or may still be happening in  a lot of places. Why cant we bring about a change in the outlook of the people by bringing up shows or advertisements where woman are not being treated as a substance, a sex symbol,rather woman are depicted as a symbol of respect. Every house owns a TV color or black and white .People in India follow the television trends or the movie trends or whatever is shown on the big screen blindly. Egs of that are during the shaktiman days,people tried to enact and jumped from their roofs. When we live in such a  TV frenzy world,why not use the medium in a  proper way.

One thing I would love to change is the way the TV portrays woman.I would want woman to be shown as a strong character not  the ones who bend down to the torture of their inlaws or husbands.I want a character to be etched out which fights against the injustice done ,which sets up an example for the millions of woman watching these shows.I want a change in the characters that the makeup clad woman play.I want those characters to encourage woman  not to remain silent and fight back against the injust ice done to them.I want TV to reduce the male dominant serials to be brought down and come up with shows which shuns domestic violence rather propagates it.

We do not want reel life villains to come into life and give birth to real life ones every single day.We want our society to be a heaven to live in. We donot want our coming generations to be racist- the one who shuns dark skinned gals,rapist- the generation where in every gal wearing a mini skirt becomes entitled to rape,wife beater- the generation where thrashing a girl gives a lot of relief to the male ego,murderers- the generation which aborts evey gal child being born.etc.

This is the right time to bring in the change Pen is mightier than sword and so  I have used this medium in the smallest possible way to bring in the change. What are you waiting for?

 Wanna be the change you wish to make..Go the Stayfree way

Let Your Parents Grow!

 

 Kids moving out of their homes to pursue further studies is a common thing.Its more of a status issue these days. Its become more of a necessity to send the kids abroad to pursue further studies. So staying away from parents and home to pursue a career is also quite normal. But when your mom moves out of your home to pursue her career ? What is it that happens? It may be normal too or there may be people with this kind of stories but for me it was for the first time. It took me some time to realize and get in terms with the fact that at the age of 55 she would lead a life on her own miles away.

My mom got transferred to Delhi and moving with all bag and baggage to the capital at this age was both emotionally as well as physically taxing. When the news of her transfer came in ,we tried to pull in all strings to stop this transfer. But unfortunately nothing worked in our favour.And mom finally had to move in to the Capital city.It was a totally new thing for me to start all new without mom in the house.Right from cooking to cleaning everything was like something totally new.i wouldn’t say new but then handling all the responsibilities both in office and home was a challenge in itself.Before my mom was about to decide,she asked me whether you can manage without me.I did give a thought to it and I was in a dilemma .I knew I could handle  the responsibilities,but still I felt somewhere I wouldn’t be able to commit to it totally.i thought whether to say a yes or no to this question. But then I wondered,all the 24 years of my life my mom handled these responsibilities without a word of complain just for my career ,my life. And for me it was just a matter of few months. Immediately I was like I will take care of it ,not an issue.

My mom moved into Delhi and there was a total role reversal. Delhi being famous for its notorious activities had given me enough sleepless nights but then assurance from my dad and mom that she was in a safe locality gave me some relief. Somewhere I had started being a mom and treated my mom as my kid. I found that there was a total role reversal mentally, emotionally. I am someone who always cribbed when my mom used to call me every 4 hours to check in how things are going on. Now its me who does the same and every call makes me realize why I was wrong. My mom used to check out whether I had my lunch and breakfast when she was here. Now its me who calls her up and checks what all stuff she had during the day. Once she is out of the office, I call her up to check in whether she’s reached her hostel safely. I get pissed off when she doesn’t give me a call. I have stepped into her shoes ,though they don’t fit me that well am still trying to carry on with it. These days I am the one who’s advising what she is supposed to eat and what she’s supposed to avoid. This is something  I never did when she was here in Mumbai. The distances between us somehow made me connect to her more .I now understand why it’s difficult being a MOM!

SOURCE-GOOGLE

 

Back here my mom was never interested in internet, emails. Rather she was against me being on GTalk and other social networking sites for a long time. But these days, much to my surprise the change in the location and staying away from the family has also brought a positive change in her and she has become more aware of  the new things that have come up like Face book, Gtalk etc.The first mail from her surprised me as well as broke me down. It was great to see my mom  being all changed and tech-savy. It was also nice to see her live a life full of freedom. She is getting a much deserved vacation .She has become more of an independent lady being all alone in a unknown city andcarefree.I see her grow every single day.I somewhere feel when our parents get old, they become more like kids and we are the ones who boss around.Today am proud of the fact ,that braving all odds that she has gone through in the last one year she has been there to regain her lost position and has been doing great .I believe whenever you get a chance like this ,where your parents want to move forward in life,where they want to learn something new ,do something new don’t be a hindrance for the same. Don’t put in your dreams on their pedestal to growth. Its very rare when you get to see your parents grow .I would say let them grow, encourage them to learn something new, specially Moms who have spent all life being in the four walls of the kitchen. 

Encouraging them to learn something new could be anything from teaching them to drive, enrolling them for a computer course,a new language, getting apart time job for them, hooking them up to some games ,getting them enrolled for yoga,encouraging them to write etc  as per their interest Let age not be a barrier.You too can join with them to make them feel better. If you know of any dreams that your parents couldn’t pursue whatever reason it may be, see to it you get them fulfilled .They deserve a break from the routine ,they deserve this atleast for giving the life you  are living now.

Book Review: Another Chance

This review is a part of the Book Reviews Program at  BlogAdda.com

 Another Chance is  An engrossing book by Ahmed Faiyaz  on fragile urban relationships. The author has thrown light on how delicate the modern day relationships are,one which cannot withstand the time and tide. The author also tries to portray the restless search for love and constant assurance of care, insecurity that the young generation is a victim to, via his protagonist Ruheen Oberoi.

In the author’s words the book is about :

This is the story of a depressingly gorgeous woman, Ruheen Oberoi.
A fragile beauty brought up by her indulgent Nana in Shimla. A woman stalked by a violent, obsessive son of a powerful minister. A woman married to a junkie in London who spends his days on a Playstation. Her passionate lover, Aditya Sharma, a successful Brand Manager trying to strike the work-life balance, wants another chance with Ruheen in Amsterdam. So does her old flame and best friend Varun Shetty, a recovering alcoholic in Shimla, finding meaning in life. Malika, a seductress wronged by her cheating ex-husband, wants Ruheen’s Aditya instead.
Who gets another chance? And with whom?

The main protagonist Ruheen Oberoi comes across as a person who is weak at heart and someone who takes all the decisions emotionally rather practically. Ruheen Oberoi meets the love of her life Aditya during her college days but doesn’t have the courage to fight her ex maniac boyfriend who is all set to destroy Aditya. Ruheen disappears all of a sudden and settles in with her Nana who has been her sole caretaker all her life. In shimla she meets Rohan  a junkie with whom she settles down in London against her Nana’s wishes and ends up having a married life filled with domestic violence and harassment.Ruheen manages to escape from the claws of Rohan and shifts to Amsterdam where she comes face to face with the love of her life Aditya Sharma who persuades her to give their relationship a last try. Both settle down in Mumbai and get busy with their fast paced life. Unable to get  along with Aditya’s hectic schedules which leaves no time for her ,Ruheen leaves Aditya and goes back to Shimla where Varun Shetty her old flame gives a new definition to her life.Now its for you to read and know whom Ruheen  spends the rest of her life with.

The best part of the book is its written in a simple language and it keeps the reader engrossed till the end.I craved for more and more till I reached the last page.The characters have been etched out well and somewhere it connects to all of us at some level. The cover of the book Is designed in a superb way.

Now comes the negative part of the book.There are some grammatical mistakes and spelling mistakes which should have been avoided .The usage of Hindi expletives should have been avoided .I seriously didn’t like reading those expletives in the book.  

Overall its worth reading and you can buy this at Flipkart.com!

A perfect Coffee time Book!

Overall Rating : 3.5/5

Kahani Thodi Filmy hai - Love En route!!

This is an official entry for Expedia  held by Indi blogger.

Life is a journey and we do end up bumping into all kinds of people , some good some bad ..Some end up leaving  their imprints in our lives and some we wish we never met. Some influenced us , some took us the wrong way . In short  it’s a lesson that you learn whenever you end up knowing someone new. We may also end up having bad experiences meeting up wrong people but then the best way to deal with it is to keep the best experiences that you had with them and chuck off the rest .These were the last lines of the book I was reading in and finally shut the book only to board my train which would take me from God’s own country to Mumbai.

Boarded the train with n number of suitcases and other stuff I barged into the AC compartment and finally settled down. Needless to say , the luggage comprised of sack coconuts, murkku (an Indian snack),kappa, banana chips, jackfruit  etc etc..all the specialities that kerala and  keralites are  envious about.And  they were all ordered to be brought by my mom ,her friends and everyone who enjoyed free cargo service..phew!! I sat down cursing everyone who  had insisted in getting all those stuff..Finally settling in with luggage I started reading the book again.“Don’t trust everyone blindly. Take your time to know people “… went the lines in the book .Suddenly a man in his twenty’s  sat next to my berth and settled in with his luggage.I  thought of giving him a smile but suddenly remembered the lines in the book and thought of going against it. I buried my face in the book and went reading again. The journey went  with both of us busy in our own world.

I finally thought of getting into a conversation with this fellow because there was nothing much to do about. I looked up to get into a talk with him when I realized he had dozed off. Time passed by and finally during the night time I got a chance to talk to him. I found him a bit reserved and introvert types and thought why I had even started talking to him. I felt as if I was better off myself. Finally wishing him good night I tried sleeping. But then I just couldn’t sleep because I was simply worrying about  my luggage, my laptop. Early morning at 4 my train reached my destination- Kalyan .I struggled with my luggage and finally felt relieved to have got it all with me. Boarded a cab to my place and finally reached home.”Madam 200 rupiah hue “ said the taxi driver as we reached my  place.”Arey ha baba deti hu…ruko to sahi!”I replied irritatedly as I kept searching for my purse.And suddenly I realized I had left my purse back in the train. Luckily had a few change in the other bag ,so got rid of the driver with the cash in the other bag. 

Crossroads of Life-google!!

I  regretted the fact that I had been careless about my purse.But I thanked my stars ,for the purse didn’t have too much of cash .I tried to recollect what I had seen last in my purse and I was sure there was nothing valuable  apart from a sim card , few visiting cards and 100-300 bucks. I planned not to tell to my parents or rather anyone about it because I dint want them to be worried about anything.As soon as I reached home, I slumped on to the bed only to be woken up at 10 am by my dad asking me in a tensed tone whether I had lost my purse. I  was shocked how they had learnt about it.I wondered what to reply.I was like “err..yeah..maybe.” and my dad was like ,”MAYBE????Look Rema(my mom) how careless our kids are”. I cut short the family drama that was about to unfold and asked him how he had learnt about it. He said someone had called up Anuj,my cousin in Bangalore and informed him about the purse and he had called us to inform about the caller  and purse .My dad went on,”Anuj being a nice guy immediately called us and he has given us the number of the caller.The caller had insisted anuj to get us to call him and take the purse from him”. I took the number from my cousin and wondered whether to   take pains for 100-300 bucks. Still I was curious enough to know who had taken so much pains to call up my cousin in Bangalore and how he had managed to get hold of the number. On calling him up he sounded  like a true gentleman and our conversation went something like this

Mr.X (as I would love to call him sweetly):Hello!

Me : Hi.This is Chitra.I had lost my purse in the Kanyakumari Express and I got your number from mr.anuj you called up in Bangalore.

X: hey hi ! I tried a lot to get in touch with you.

Me: Oh Really?!! it wasn’t needed though .I don’t think there was anything precious in itThanks anyways!

X: Oh yeah there are a few things.There are two photographs of yours, your fee receipt,your doctor’s visiting cards,your medical bills,your sim card,Anuj’s visiting card,your beauty parlor card,200bucks etc etc

Me: Oh!!quite a lot of things.I wouldn’t have wanted it back except formy medical bills.Can u just send it across

X:Where do u stay?

Me: dombivli. You?

X: Oh OKk!! I never come there..I stay in Andheri .

Me: I would prefer letting the purse go rather than coming all the way to andheri.

X:Hmm!! Ok I would come to Thane if you could catch up.

Me:Done !! 

We decided the venue, time and day and finally we hung up.I wondered whether he had actually called up people for my purse.Much to my surprise,the entire week I was flooded with calls from people asking me about my purse.I was surprised and embarrassed when my doctor called me up to enquire all was fine. I wondered what a fellow he was. So honest! I was impressed by the honesty. I thought of getting him a token of appreciation so that he never stopped doing such acts of honesty and kindness.

On the decided date , I met him at the venue .I was moving impatiently wondering who it would be.i tried calling him once and he had said he was reaching in no time. Finally got a call from him saying he had reached the spot.On turning back  , I saw a man in his twenty’s with his back turned towards me.I went upto him and said,”Excuse me! Are u..?” He turned back and I was shocked ,rather surprised to see the same ‘reserved’ guy in the next berth. He appeared more handsome now . I gave him the token of appreciation which he wasn’t ready to accept. After much coaxing he finally took it and bid me good bye. We stayed in touch after this episode through messages and calls.His honesty had floored me and to top it his charming looks and nature.

I had indeed met the best person who had influenced me with his honesty .I had indeed met someone who had left imprint in my life in the first few initial minutes of our meeting.It was destiny? Don’t know but then I don’t regret losing my purse even once coz Its been 5 years now and Mr.X is now my fiancée. Yes!!

i met the love of my life enroute .It was indeed a memorable journey so far!

My friend Nikhil….

Please note: There can be spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes but then this post focuses on the feelings more than the technicalities

Mr. Shetty be proud of the fact that you found a place on my blog ;) So just half an hour left for the last day to begin.. Hmmm…!!!

I still don’t remember how we became friends and how we started interacting .I think the project dinner played a catalyst. I never thought we could be good friends rather I never tried being one with you. I never thought giving you a smile...and I believe I too would have topped the list of gals whom you wish to slap once in your lifetime. And I regret it now.. it would have been great had we known each other a bit before than we did now..But then we have our entire life ahead. . And as u always say..”cancer se thodi na marne wala hu”…

I have always found you as a practical guy,very practical but then there have been instances I have seen the softer side of your personality. You have been a cute friend to me. And  I have always loved your sense of humor. You act stupid at times but then  I can bear your stupidity because you are completely worth it..One incident that I would always remember all my life is the way the you wiped off coffee from sandy’s hair and dress..That was one cute moment..now I know you would be like..”Me cute??? NAH!!!”.But then that was actually cute .. One thing I can’t forget to mention is you are straightforward and you don’t care about what people think about you .And that is the most impressive quality about you…That is one thing I like about you…ya just one thing :P hehe!!There is a caring side to your personality too. As also I found you too a bit emotional. You are someone who dreams big and aims to achieve them .I hope all your dreams are fulfilled  and you have a great future ahead.

Soulless Monsters!!! :P

Things  that I am going to miss right from tomorrow: 

1.  Our coffee breaks : they are going to be incomplete without you.No one can fill in your place and your absence would leave a void which cant be filled up.. And yes we have to look out for a new translator from tomorrow :P 
2.     The long walks after 8: Bearing sudhir’s traumatic life experiences alone are going to be be difficult with out you. :P And then we are the proud achievers of titles or rather epithets like “Heartless people”,”Perfect examples of Bad Listeners”, ”Soulless monsters”. Now achieving such titles  alone wouldn’t be that great without you being around.
3.  Our online chats: This is the very foundation of our friendship. I am going to miss this the most..But if you continue chitchatting no matter where you go I wouldn’t mind much…
4.    Me feeding you cakes: You have been my guinea pig heheh!!! Jokes apart..getting things for you have always been a great pleasure and they have given me a feeling of contentment…
5.  Your’s and sandy’s conversations and your and Miss H’s talks(not writing the complete name ..because her omnipresent bro may be reading this too :P:D) 
6.  And your message “Online??”

I am going to miss you loads nix J You are someone with whom I can comfortably discuss stuff and  my share of problems. Many don’t know that we are good friends and many may wonder why would I miss you but then this is a bond that I couldn’t share with many in the workplace. So that makes it even more special. It’s been great knowing you and I would always regret why we dint become friends a year back or few months back.. even though you would say “be thankful for the time spent and don’t regret the times we didnt “ I am someone  who wouldn’t come and tell you all this on your face about what I feel  so thought of expressing it through words..

I wish you all the best in life and hope you have a great great life ahead..

And hope to be friends forever  and hope we stay in touch  J Wish you all the best…

Love And Be Loved




Love is life. This is one feeling which everyone must  experience atleast once in life .And the best part of love is ,this is something that everyone can afford to feel be it rich or poor .Everyone gets a taste of love in their own sweet way. I too have experienced it. I see love in the smallest of the things .Its not always necessary that love means physical love .It can be purely emotional ;it can be between two friends ,two animals etc etc.Love is the most noble feeling ever known.

Some of the things In which I see  love:

Love is when I was born and my mother wept

Love is when my parents left me for office and I wept

Love is when I used to study late nights and my parents used to check whether am sleeping

Love is when I used to be a ranker and my dad just placed his hand over my head without a word from him.

Love is when I bowed down to them for their blessings during exams

Love Is when my parents wait for me to reach home till date.

Love is when my mum calls up during a busy day to know what I ate.

Love is when my mom feeds me even today just because am getting late

Love is when I wait endlessly for that one special person to message and my X2-01 vibrates.

Love is when I wait for the day to end to have the conversation with the special one

Love is when you talk to hundred people of the opposite sex but still get the awesome feeling only with that special person.

Love is when you are fast asleep after a hard day’s work and  someone just puts a warm blanket on you just to make u feel comfy

Love is when I cook terribly and someone says “It’s yummy”

Love is when you are reaching home late and your friend texts you “Reached?”

Love is when someone tells you your imperfections is what makes you special.

Love is when someone lets you have the bigger share of the pie because you so so want it.

Love is when we both smile at each other and think of forgetting the last night fight.

Love is when someone hugs you and tells you were missed the most.

Love is when your sister cleans up your entire wardrobe no matter how many times you leave it messy.

Love is when no matter how many new friends you make, and you still miss someone.

Love is when someone’s boring talks too sound interesting

Love is when that one special message lightens up your mood.

Love is when you get Good morning’s and Good nights from your closest buddies.

Love is when you act stupid and still someone says, ’Go ahead am there with you”

Love is when we both sit silently andstill understand everything

Love is when I see a dumb and deaf couple interacting beautifully ,where I struggle to make people understand with my speech.

Love is when a special needs child does something out of the box and is happy to see their parents smiling.

Love is when your pet refuses to eat something when you are not around.

Love is when your cat refuses to sleep anywhere but on your stomach.

Love is when I wake up in the morning and the first thing I do is to check out my Nokia –X201(my closest buddy who knows my share of secrets) for the one special message .

Love is when I look the worst and still some one texts “you are beautiful”

Love is when I see an old couple spending time with each other.

Love is when you wait for that special person to reach home even when u stay across the oceans.

Love is when someone tells you , you have it in you even when the entire world goes on criticizing you.

Love is when someone says you mean the world to them.

Love is when someone says you are missed the most.

Love is when someone says they look forward to your messages and calls  .

Love is when someone says you are one of a kind and awesome at that.                              

Love is when you keep a gift hidden under your dad’s suitcase and wait to watch his excitement hiding behind the door.

Love for me is all of these .These smaller joys of life  keep me sane.I love the smallest things of my life. They make my life worth living. Everyone needs a hug ,a pat including your pets at the end of the day. Love Is something that can only be felt and not described or shared. Most of the time we ignore the small joys of life for the expensive ones like having coffee with your sweetheart in your balcony rather than the CCD’s ;having a romantic dinner with your wife at your place rather than being in the crowded expensive hotels, playing with your dog, telling your close ones what they mean to you once in a while etc etc.Being loved makes me happy happier happiest. Like someone has rightly said

There is only one happiness in life—to love and be loved