TRUE LOVE

Let me tell you a story

long ago,there existed this creature on planet earth.It was the most peculiar creature.It had 4 hands,four legs,two heads and two sets of reproductive organs.The gods came to fear this creature as this creature was invinscible in terms of strength,brain power and most importantly itsself-reproductivity..this creature did not require dependence of any kind and was capable of vanquishing the gods.One day god decided to weaken this creature as it threatened their position in heaven and so they hit the creature in the most tender part of its body..the one, it had only one..the soul..and so the creature seperated into two bodies each with 2 hands,two legs,one head and a set of reproductive organs.This creature was weaker..and depended on the other to survive..together they would be as good as when they were a part of the same body.Hence the gods decided to exile these creatures on planet earth in such a away that it becomes impossible for them to ever meet.This is how the gods maintained their position in heaven.This sacrafice was made to restore god its strength and power.The gods continued to live content in themselves that nothing will ever threaten their sanctity ever again.It took years,months and ages before those two halves would meet and when they finally met their souls reunited to create an unbelieveably strong power.Seeing this the gods did not part them again,taking mercy of their souls vulnerablity and the pain and thirst it underwent in finding its own other half...the gods allowed them to live together in peace and helped them create newer life on this planet.Their creation did not have the same strength and intelligence or even a complete soul but that was because their creation would grow to discover the other half of its soul and this is how life moved on.

As you may have guessed that those two halves of that creature were the make of a man and a women and their creation was a complete human being.The look for real love was this hunt for the other half of our souls,which like ages ago was exiled.If you are looking for true love then it would take that painstaking effort of years..the yearning of the soul..and the sacred comittment to love and devotion to the purpose...and only then will the voice of your soul be heard and god will reunite you with your other half.

Hence if love is what you are looking for..true love of the kind which will make you feel like you have attained nirvana..or an ultimate peace of mind and soul..it will take you years of effort and knowledge,bruised and tired body...but ultimately your goal will reach you to your destination..as the gods remain in the heavens because of our faith,prayers,sacrifices and devotion..and its them who will ultimately reward you..

when prophet was asked to sacrifice his son ,whom he loved so dearly,,,the god were testing his ultimate level of devotion ...what he can do to attain gods mercy and love on him...when he free d his heart of its ultimate bondage with his son..and agreed to sacrifice his son..the gods blessed him..and replaced his son with a goat..

true love should never die but struggle and sacrifice is required to attain it as its the most precious reward of all...

put a rear glass on yourself

      dear love,

so its been four months since we broke up and i just wanted to let you know how very free and happy i am.Its like a life i never had..a life in paradise.I am just writing with my chestnut coloured hands..yes guess what my dark hands..the one you used to despise wen we were together.freeing my self of a racist pig like you has possibly been a larger achievement in my life than the job i bagged as a young excecutive only few days back..nd guess what they actually went by my brains instead of my breasts and the curvature of my ass..

i still sometimes wonder how it was possible for me to have made such an imbecile act like faling for a guy like you..and actually staying with you..i guess dose brown eyes and those well tonned hands really gave away..but guess what now i can afford many such pretty boys like you..wanna know where you lack your bones..sweety its right in your spine..wanna know where you lack substance?..look down..you'll get your answer..its a wonder how men like you lure every girl with that false image of being independent and free thinking..wen probably your mom was getting beaten up at home by your dad..or even worse obeying to all your dad's commands like a slave..if marriage to someone like you is this..den i prefer remaining a bachelorette..yes bachelorette himbo(him-bimbette)because i choose to be the way i am..

face the fact.. you were emasculated by me and my power and what i could do without sticking to you and your pseudo image..ya the girls may have been floored by you and your uber studdly flirtacious image..but you will be nothing more than a muse for those super skinny.. white ..straight haired girls who do not know how to tell the difference between a line and a dot.I guess thats why you like them..because just like them you dont have the capability to put a fullstop to your endless love affairs..sometimes it makes me wonder whether you r actually a super stud or plain closette gay..i mean who knows whether you were actually staring at their curves or the shape and colour of their shoes..

you came to me putting that super sexy tag on me..back den i was naive i shud have known that super sexy meant you'll always be my bombshell when i get bored with my girlfriend or my wife and beautiful meant..sweat heart i am taking you home to introduce you to my mom..but like i said before i know beter now..

you are correct..i am not beautiful..i am neither skinny or pale skinned or straight haired..i am dark with wavy hair till my waist..and you will be surprised to know that many people in my culture find me very beautiful..todae in office as well i got the compliment of being sexy..laughed at the guy and told him to go train his brains more than his biceps..he was an attractive guy..till he opened his mouth..

standing at this point of time i have everything you'll always dream off..a lucrative job with an awesome paycheck..plus i dont have to maintain that stupid dress code in your office..i guess even your company mnagement is like you..doesnt know how to tell the difference beween a school and office..that reminds me..quit wearing those green sneakers of yours..sweety its plain moronic..and gives away the true colour of your personality..green for pure jealousy..

i bought a new apartment few days back..the one far larger and bigger than your crowded little shithole..and i did not need to pole dance my way into any of this and neither show cleavage..

a lot of those sordid home details keep coming back to me and when i look at my house now.. am happy..coz i find my newspaper fresh..bathrooms clean and coffee mugs in place..now all i have to clean up are my ultra fashionable closet not your wipped out shirts..and dirty as hel shorts..

after two years of living together i still believe that things could have worked out between us..if you had put a rear glass on your bloated up egoist chauvnistic self..and if you cant handle my bad moods(which was only a reciprocation to your bloody mood swings) you sure as hell dont deserve my best..

just a slice of advice..try reading good books..stop using d words mom-dad together.they are separate individuals as they may have displayed wen they fight not the two loops of a bow..try cutting low on alchohol as you look like a thuggish oaf wen u drink..maintain sum decency wen you tok to women..and oh yea try burning those pink lucky boxers of youRs..odrwse prepare to have ur ego run down bad..

with that said..i would like to use those three customery farewell words..goodbye..staywell..best of luck

and oh yea MUAH.. a last kiss to remind you to NOT  bite or eat up any other womens lips as if they were reshmi kebabs.. 

God Shiva

Shivratri is a festival celebrated by the women and men in India to appease the god Shiva.On shivratri generally women keep a fasting for 24 hours and offer prayers at regular intervals to god Shiva.

A VERY HAPPY SHIVRATRI TO ALL

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MATRIMONIAL COLUMNS-AN ARRANGED DISASTER..!!

Wanted a fair, beautiful, thin bride preferably working in an MNC for a handsome, dashing man 5’8’’ in height working in an MNC, annual income 10 lakhs, house in Kolkata, only son of parents. Bride should be homely, caring and within 5’3’’ height. If interested contact Mr.Haldar at 09*********.

Quite common isn’t it? Every morning you turn the pages of your newspaper you will find at least one page dedicated to matrimonial. However this page is significant to both the genders in two ways. For the women its just a way for parents to tame their ultra rebellious girl into the ‘’good girl’’ shoes. These girls have had experimented so much with men that after a point of time they themselves put on the good girl image, ’’at least the guy earns 10 lakhs for crying out loud’’..’’at least he has a house of his own’’. That should work if marrying a stranger is counted in. For the men, matrimonial are the perfect way for losers to find their mate. More than often these men have perfectly oiled and combed in a unipolar direction hair. If you are a girl don’t get seduced by his 5’8’’ something height, you have no idea how hard it was on his mother’s side to deliberate horlicks into his diet till his 30’s.It wouldn’t be surprising if his mother offered puja’s for his growth in every sense. The smarter MBA types know how to hide their inabilities in high heeled shoes; after all you have to give them something for having struggled through 2 years. By handsome and dashing they are only referring to the guy who has a surprisingly small belly (which is quite hard to find in 30’s men) and is facially symmetric. This may seem paradise to Indian women who have pretty much accepted the fact that symmetric, normal and smart are three qualities that cannot lie in one Indian man’s body, but don’t get befooled !The picture sent to the prospective lady might be crafty. So behind that suitably pleasing smile may lie a set of hideously discolored disoriented teeth and let’s not even get into the magic of tummy tuckers. So if you aren’t 100% sure that the picture is true map of the original sight, needless I’d say PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK. Don’t think that just because most of these men seem ‘’decent’’ they haven’t done those normal guy stuff’s. In fact they have watched and fantasized about nude, hot women so much that even their imaginations begged for mercy. If they have told you that they are ‘’experienced with women’’ they basically refer to the fact that they spent a better part of their lives chasing after women aimlessly but bagged none. Sensing their utter desperation to get laid, the parents play angels and use matrimonials to save their sons lives from utter doom. Girls are smart as they know how to experiment well before marriage and then to go ‘’by protocol’. You would be amazed at the audacity of these families and irony of life. Audacity because even if their sons are the living imprint of Scary Movie Part I they demand for angels from Cinderella Story and irony of what a decent bank balance and a house can give people like them.

Thank the good Indian arranged marriage system which saved the lives of many desperately seeking men and rebellious yet happy women.

This is the sign of change in our country.More stints like this and before you know it we will earn the well deserved title of 'The SuperPower 2020''
And with this we will bomb down the ruppee-dollar bridge ones and for all.

Retail-ly fooled

Today you are the proudest person in the world. As you walk down the road you can feel the hearts burning around you, when people lay their eyes on your brand new jacket. You are a stunner today and nothing can bring you down. As you walk down the road with a smug expression on your face, you stop by a stall to catch a hot dog. Seeing the jealous faces around you, you laugh inwards shouting out ‘’you can’t have this suckers!!Because it’s specially me’’. You reach out into your bag to pay, when you notice a snag, a loose thread out of your jacket. Now that was unexpected. Blame it on the over thread use of factory manufacturing, you simply try to pull out the thread. But to your utter horror, your entire jacket sleeve splits! The ground beneath you shakes. It’s impossible!! You just literally beat up another woman to lay your hands on this piece of beauty and to add to your paradise, it was on a 50% off sale. Wait a minute…………………….did you just say sales???

Yes people if sales is what you purchased your brand new muse from then get ready to donate it to a charity or get it fixed (if you believe in goodwill) or just toss it into the dumps(if you are plain going to hell).Buying a product from a sale is like wearing a pair of stilettos. Paradise at first sight and a nightmare when you slip it on (that is again if you are a chappal public like common people).It’s a risk investment because you never know when it will ditch you and walk out of your life. But the stores make it seem glossy!! not mentioning that the outdated and cheap materials could put a clothing roadside shack to shame but then again we are Indians, we have a panache for anything that is cheap enough to  pay for a complementary roll after a purchase!!While we foolish chickens pout about a wonderful shoe on sale, the store people hide their snide pointy toothed foxy sly  laugh behind a pretty smile  saying ‘’Mam this looks perfect on you!!” on anything you pick up to look. Usually when they say that it plain means” yes go on dummy, be a nice chicken and walk out with that shit, you are doomed from the moment you laid your eyes here”.Why cant they just put up a ‘’buy at your own risk’’ sign somewhere? But the stores play saints as they watch us mere hopeless shopaholics fall into the traps of that dratted word. Just that day I purchased an inc5 sandals so beautiful that when I seized the last 6 size in the rack, the lady next to me almost spat on my face and less than a week into my sandal paradise I found the sole of the shoe and a part of my soul peel away. Recovering from my tragedy, I understood it could be a problem for many Indians today. A sale is like a last money drawing strategy from the junk many wouldn’t touch during its ‘’on’’ season. A term I often refer to ‘’retail fooling’’ i.e. making an otherwise worthless product seem buyable. Even though it’s a hi5 to the marketing and sales department for amazing strategizing it wounds the consumer’s soul to the point of distrust. There victory actually calls for a longtime disaster as you see in the case of so many barren showrooms and stores. Because ultimately a business is all about trust.

So the next time you pick up a something from a sale, make sure to take a keen look into its quality and if it still manages to befool you, then you KNOW  better where to ask  the stores to shove their credit cards.