The G- G A P. . .

Of course i m talking about the Generation gap.

The narrow ridge between parents and children is widening day by day.Parents keep a follow up with their children till their teenage....but once they cross their sweet sixteens,they just grow out of control.Whose fault is that? Are parents not able to give their children enuf tym?? Or do kids offlate demand more space.........

And talking of space,how much space is feasible in a parent-child relationship???

I believe,its more about understanding each other,than the matter of space.Kids obviously need to develop more understanding towards their parents.But kids are kids. And more importantly parents need to understand their kids.Their needs,their problems,their point of view.

I suppose there should be more interaction between parents and children and parents should be less judgmental.If the child demands sumthin, try understanding his point of view and necessity rather than clean denial. That myt lead to giving rise to children criminals.............lol

Anyhow,by the age of 20,an individual is in a state of developing himself.These are very crucial times. Why don't sum parents understand that they are not their 5-year olds anymore.Scolding them or suppressing them will seriously not help.

What i see all around are kids doing stuff outside the knowledge of their parents.Kids will do what they have to.If u suppress them,they will do it secretly,without their parents' knowledge,but they will.The only way to stop them taking the wrong path is by talking to them,in their language,explaining them,in their terms.

Parents need to understand and adapt that having a gal/boyfrend is normal and so is having a break-up.Tyms are changing and the only way to go hand in hand with the generation is change with it.......

The BEST Ride!!

I m running late. There's heavy traffic.I run around  vehicles,tryna cross roads,reach the bus stop.In the era of inflation I avoid the thought of travelling in a rick.I reach the bus stop.The sun shines bright over my head making me sweat......sigh.

I see a fleet of buses coming my way.Its not the bus i wana board.I step back.The bus approaches me in an attacking manner as if demanding its own space like a lion roaring at me,pouncing its claws on me.I step farther back.People rush into the bus.The bus loudly pulls away.

I see another bus coming in.Its the bus i hav to board.But it duznt seem like the driver wants to take the effort of hitting the brakes to let me in.He enjoys driving the bus empty(well,almost)!
I threaten him with my false suicide attempt standing right in front of the red suicide machine.Hurray! He hits the break.*sigh* My life is saved. I run and get into it.

I go past the fat conductor who is sittin in the backseat counting dirty bills given to him by passengers. He is so occupied with his job,he doesn't even notice me.
I search for a 10 rupee note.The fare is 6 bucks.I expect him to have 4bucks change. He expects me to have 6bucks change.Oh! Humans and their expectations.Expectations always hurt.....

I call out to him once,twice,thrice.I am losing it.I yell over the roar of the bus.He spares me a lazy glance through his thick glasses and again resumes his counting business.My destination is approaching.I have to go.
He finally takes pain to get up.Lazily,walking like a hulk,he approaches me,throws a dirty look in my direction.I ignore.

I hand him the 10 rupee note.He asks for a 1 rupee coin.I search inside my bag.I find a 2 rupee coin.I hand it over to him.He examines it carefully.Learns its a 2rupee coin.Hands it back to me.Give me another of his dirty   looks.I ignore.He mutters sumthing under his breath.I ignore.Puts his hand into his bag full of coins.Brings out 2 2rupee coins. Throws them into my hand like he did a big favour giving me the ticket and I didn't deserve any bit of it and neither the change.I ignore.

I see my destination nearing.I walk to the gate.The driver glances at me.Grumbles a bit.With too much effort,hits the breaks almost throwing me out of the bus.I balance myself and get out of the bus.Thanking God for the brilliant BEST ride I just had!!

Being Woman!

Women-such an important and integral part of the society. Over centuries men have loved women,lusted them,protected them,fought over them,fought with them,abused them and molested them.

 In India women have been subject to unspeakable atrocities and injustice. Women-always considered the weaker sex,have evolved as nothing but slaves or rather entertainers to men. Men put women to slavery,prostitution and such unspeakable tortures.

Women-no matter what,were barred from education,luxury and by far an independent and just life.Widows had no place in the society.They were supposed to be killed the moment her husband died.Till centuries,der came the very prevalent female genocide.Women or rather girls were killed the moment they were born for the mere crime  of being born with the 'Y' gene.

Women going through menstruation,were considered like a curse.Where on all times,women were considered "Lakshmi" become some dark shadow while going thru periods.Not allowed to enter the kitchen,temple,or touch anything in her own house.Whats her fault??

Today,where we stand face to face with our future,the past still happens to claw on our backs. On one hand where women are pledging as prime-ministers,there are women who are still being beaten by their husbands,being burned down for dowry,getting raped,being sold,and in many cases being killed.

What has changed over years for women? I say nothing.There are places where still a woman cannot walk alone without being eve-teased or called out.Women-are a great object of desire that unfortunately leads them to brutal violence and crimes.

All these crimes against women,and we are still silent.All women are still interested in is buying jewellery and expensive saris??? Raise your voice women. You have been suppressed all these years only because you never revolted.It was due to this submissive behavior of women at those times that the entire womanhood suffers today.

Remember,if a woman can give birth to a man,she can do anything and everything a man can do.You were and are in no way less than a man.Women dont need men,Men need women.Think over it.

And as for all the men reading this,tell me what do you think women are to you??   

BFF turned BF ! ;)

Was reading a blog by a friend n juz got inspired......
So here i am.

Well,2 ppl of opposite sexes cannot remain friends.This is what the world says. I,personally believe that a guy n a gal can make great friends,in fact,best friends!! Most of my own frenz are guys. N my best frend is a guy as well. But sumhow sumwhr wen ppl are very close,they might experience sum kinda sexual tension,but not always ha. Sexual tension may arise only if feelings are dat strong. But chuck dat yaar,i dnt wana b givin u guys gyaan on a topic dats not my PHD. lolzz

Anyhow,best frenz often make good couples,no great couples. Many a tyms it happens dat 1 of them falls for another and duznt confess the feeling fearing dat u myt end up losing the frenship. But guys, wen ur in love,the world can tell. N besides,ders no point hiding the feeling.Cuz love,like any otha feeling,is 2b felt n not feared n suppressed. The more u try to suppress,the more it reveals itself.
N if he/she is dat good a frend,he/she will understand u.

Anyhow,dats wat happened in ma case.V wer d best of buddies........... N of course,every1 else thot v wer in love.V myt hav been,but v wer 2 busy goin crazy.V luvd each othaz company n wer totally compatible types. But d good old "i-think-he-is-in-love-wid-me" wala feeling dawnd upon me.......aaaaahhh.
Never mind.It eventually turnd out dat i accidentally happened to confess my love to him......
N he confessed back.(well,that was a lot of effort.lol)

So,the bottom-line is best frenz make very good couples.Dnt worry,ur best frend knows u better dan u.
N u can b the best of frenz eve after confessing ur love to him/her.

Trust me,its d best thing to happen:Fall in love wid ur BFF!!

(P.S : Hope u guys know,BFF is Best Frends Forever!!)

Not that PINK!

In contradiction to the good old theory "PINK is for girls BLUE is for Boys" i wud love to declare that "I m a GIRL n I hate PINK!"

Supposedly gals wer born wid a pink spoon in their ink mouths,Or is it dat gals cannot think beyond Pink.
For gals,its like there cud b no better color than PINK nd if they cud,they wud have painted the world PINK! SOS!!!

Okay,lemme give u an example of how a perfect PINK day of a PINK colord ga starts:
She wakes up by the call of her PINK alarm and rises from her Pink bed.She pulls off her pink covers n steps into her pink slippers n walks across her pink room to her pink-framed mirror.Thankfully,her face is not Pink (yet)!  She goes to her pink bathroom and probably has a bath with her pink beauty soap (that will make her beautifully pink!) and cum wrapped in her pink towel.
She'll go to her pink wardrobe n think for a long time which pink dress to wear.After dressing up in Pink,she'll again take a long tym to comb her hair wid a pink comb n decorate them with pink accessories n put on a matching pink nail paint on her perfectly manicured nails.........
Anyhow,after a lot of pinking,she'll again pick up her pink fone n put it in a pink handbag n ride off on her pink scooty to her college! There,she'll meet her friends who'd b dressed in similar shades of pink n they'll exchange Pink pinch( Oh sorry! Same pinch). They might even compliment each other on their cute choice of pink dresses n matching accessories........
After gettin dun wid college,she'll check time in her pink watch and look for sum green notes in her pink wallet! Oh!a different color,after so long.jokes apart.If her wallet agrees,she might go shopping for more pink clothes,shoes etc
Well,dats quite a pukish PINK day!!

On that note, I am happy to not fall in the PINK line..........n HATE PINK!!

MoVing On..........

LOVE-a myth,a fable,an illusion.............

All of us must have at least once fallen in Love.For sum of us,its painful in the start,for sum,in the end...but it brings as much pain as joy.
So,wen u fall in love,dey say gravity ceases to exist.......n its a free fall.......n u juz keep fallin in dat endless well........till dat 1 person holds u.......
wats worse is,wen ders no1 to hold u....u juz fall n fall n hit ur head hard n den cum to senses.....dat wat ppl around wer yellin was indeed true.
D realisation hits you so hard,dat sumtyms u cry,sumtyms u laff.....n sumtyms get stoned.
Either ways,u hav to cum outa it!

But wen u are falling thru the well,the world seems a lie.....it all happens so fast.....n ur mind is stuck up on dat 1 person,who is ur saviour,ur everything,n u believe he will cum n save u from all the pain,not let u down,prove the world wrong,but he never cums,n u wait.............
wait............
n wait..........

Waiting is again one terrible thing.U wait till u fall n till all ur dreams n  beliefs are shattered! Waiting 4 him is like swimming in the mid sea expecting the shore to show up in search of life..........

I dunno how many of u guys must have found happiness after a long wait,but i didn't!
nd hence i advice Dont wait.Its juz a waste of time.U cud do so much better wid ur life dan wait 4a loser who cant figure ur signs............
Life is all about taking chances.Be Brave n tell dat loser dat u love him 4 watever the crap-head he is,cuz Love is not a crime.N d loss is his...............

Loving is not a waste of time,but waiting 4 sum dumb to realise dat u love him n love u back is a waste.
Cuz Love duznt require ages.Its as simple as dat:either he loves u or he duznt. Time ain't gonna change dat.

Mumbai meri jaan..........

I was born n bought up in Mumbai.A city I proudly call my home..........
Mumbai-the city that neva sleeps.Mumbai is known for its undying spirit,especially,at times of crisis n calamities..
Mumbai-is a lifestyle in itself........People of all castes,trades,religions n languages reside here together as one.
There might be differences in their thinking,traditions,rituals,but their hearts beat as one.

Mumbai is not only the name of the city.Mumbai is the collective name of its people,their feelings,the way of living........Mumbai is a spirit,an undying ever-strong living.

However,life in Mumbai is not very easy.Its like some prison.........once entered you are trapped here for lifetime.Trapped-out of love.There are thousands of people who migrate here every month,every week,every day,every hour,to make a living,chase their dreams,or to simply live!!

N Mumbai-with its open arms welcomes all.N once they come,they never leave.........simply cuz they dont want to.Simply,cuz its addictive!Simply,cuz no matter where you go later,you are sure to miss Mumbai.Cuz its not juz a city,its a civilization!

The spirit of Mumbai has been saluted by many.N it deserves it rightfully.No matter how big the calamity be,Mumbai or rather,the people of Mumbai have always stood strong,fought as one,helped each other stand n recovered!
Maybe this quality of Mumbai has attracted more threats from inhuman organisations.Mumbai has been victim to maximum number of terrorist attacks.But as always it has looked the terrorism into face,stood strong,and smiled back with confidence......

Maybe its this quality of Mumbai that has led the authorities to go so careless.But it is we,the common people who have to suffer.It is us who loose their loved ones.It is our heart that bleeds.Just because we are strong and retract back to life,it doesn't mean that we are not affected.We are human in the very bone and flesh.We do get hurt.We do bleed.We do cry.Its just that we have learnt over time to wipe our n other's tears so that we can see the clear picture n fight back.

Just because we recover the fastest,it doesn't mean you can hurt us,slap us anytime you want.
Mumbai is our city,our soul,in a way,our motherland.We are not going to sit and watch the terrorists rape our mother.Every single attack on Mumbai or elsewhere in the country is a slap on the face of the authorities.Its high time you wake up.

As,to the people of Mumbai,
Salaam Mumbai!!