Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Is Satan female?

Now that is one title which is completely weird. Something that strikes me finds the place in a Google search bar. Google Sir has been kind enough to reveal the hidden meaning of this phrase.
The morning was as wonderful as ever. We had an "AWESOME" mail forwarded by a male this morning. The mail said how men put down things in the diary whereas women pen down big stories elucidating one iota of an experience. The deal is never as good as a penny. But women, do write down.
What's wrong if women are expressive and verbose? What is wrong if they think about n number of possibilities before reaching to a conclusion? What's wrong if they write down all the possibilities, rather all their thoughts in the diary? (Thoughts travel faster than light).
Guess I am sounding verbose now. But chuck it. I chose to retain my identity. For all those who are wondering what mail I am talking about, you can read it just after the post.
Coming back to the phrase, or the thought, for that matter, "Is satan female?", I found a strange relation between this phrase and reality.
If anyone is good at anagrams, then I guess this should be an easy one.
Is Satan female? -is normally a question which guys ask after they get married to their goddesses.
Is Satan female? == Male Fantasies.
This one was a sleek anagram, loved it when Google sir enlightened me.
There is a lot of thought involved in this. And the thoughts are traveling faster than light. But don’t worry, I spare you the pain, this time. 


General Knowledge: Satan is the adversary of God. Thus, Satan is evil personified.

Thought to think and a thing to do: Can you imagine a world without men? No crime and lots of happy fat women.

Recollections: I remember someone fantasizing something and saying "Sharon Stone is a goddess", "Salma Hayek is an angel","Elisha Cuthbert is not less than a goddess"...blah blah blah...

Do we have an anagram for : Are Men Satan? Google Sir, SOS... !! :D :D :D


Ya, the E-mail that i was talking about:

HER DIARY
Day night, I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet. I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing". I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you too". When we got home I felt as if I had lost
him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
He just sat there and watched TV. He seemed distant and absent. Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts
are with someone else. My life is a disaster.


HIS DIARY

Today India lost the cricket match against Bangladesh.

DAMN IT!!!





Friday, October 10, 2008

TODAY

While coloring the faded phases of life
The entire effort made me realize
I was chasing a futile dream
I wasn’t ready to take up challenges and strife.

I stopped looking back and stopped complaining
I thought of tomorrow, but the present day was reigning
I thought of nature’s plan and act
For peace and well-being all were craving.

Nature’s fury frightened all souls
She reprimanded her pivotal role
There were lives that were dreaming of future
But on the present moment, nobody had control.

Living in an illusionary world and space
I was thinking of the past blessings and grace
I tried to utilize my imagination
Nothing, but ‘Today’ seemed to be in place.

Hope for tomorrow will never betray
It toughens our will and shows us the way
But the present moment rules, it suppresses all
The truth, the power, the strength is “Today”.

The SMS lady


There have been so many instances when he felt like hitting the same phone on her head with which she sent those darned SMSes. He wanted to talk it all out and she took the silent way of communicating. Oh! and how silent was that??!! The expressions of all the written statements were left to his interpretation. Alpha, like all guys, believed in communication in true terms, where as Beta- his SMS lady believed in expression, medium-immaterial.

The messages which the girl sent were as explicit as:

“Life ends when you stop dreaming, hope ends when you stop believing and love ends when you stop caring. So dream, hope and love...It Makes Life Beautiful”
Or
“If i were a tear in ur eye i wood roll down onto ur lips. But if u were a tear in my eye i wud never cry as i wud be afraid 2 lose u!”

And poor guy took it the way he wanted it to, without getting the real essence. He forwarded this message to all his friends with no intentions. What is an SMS supposed to mean, after all?

The SMS lady thought she was clear in her expressions; Alpha did not get any of it.

Alpha was lost deep in thoughts, when his cell phone gave a “Toiinnggg!!” message beep again. “Oh no!!”, he mumbled. He checked the cell phone. It read “1 message received”. He thought he’d call up Beta right away without letting his interpretations work. Without reading the message he dialled the number “Beta-GF5”

On Beta’s N 93: “Alpha Calling” , Hello tune: One love –Blue.
Beta: Hey sweetheart. How are you? I am going...to the railway station. I am waiting for you. Hope to see you soon. Bye.
Alpha: Hell….

Beep Beep Beep Beep….

Alpha: Hell!!!!! I can’t go anywhere. Got a race in 15 min.
F1 or GF?? GF or F1??? His mind was in utter confusion. He had to choose between the two and this was tougher than selecting a matching hair bow for a peach-mauve-pinkish shaded gown.

All said and done!! Beta thought why Alpha did not care to ask why she needed to go to the railway station. Thoughts began to creep up, and she translated all of them into messages.

MessagesWrite New “Wat do u think u r? I thot u wud ask me y I wz gng to d statn. Anywz. Wnted to tell u tht I m gng...., foreva. If u wanna meet me for the last time, cm to the statn.”
SendAlpha
Message Sent.

This was the umpteenth time Beta had warned Alpha of leaving the town. Alpha thought there was no need to worry about the girl, as this was one of those faux alarms which would get back to normalcy once presented with a bunch of roses.
But the SMS lady was indeed serious this time. She was leaving because she realized Alpha never understood what she expressed. Her feelings were merely one sided. And she thought Alpha had none. Nobody knew what Alpha felt. But Beta lacked the right way of expression. She lost it all, despite expressing her love. The problem was, she did not express it right enough.

Lesson learnt: Face you fears, talk things out. Look into the persons eyes when u confess, talk or chastise. Be brave enough to accept rejection, disapproval or extermination.

PS: this was one of the best lessons I learnt while having a conversation with a friend, over a cup of coffee. He told me a story and i got his point right away.
Whenever I had to discuss things I always took the medium that suited me best –emails, letters or SMS. I never dared to clear things even on phone only for the fear of being let down by the person on the other side. But i realized that people just don’t get the point you want to make, unless you look straight in their eyes and tell it to them. I’ve learnt to talk straight since then. It really works, though I sometimes happen to end up writing things down, just like this post.
Thank you SMS lady. Your experience was a lesson for me:).

Friday, October 03, 2008

To the Clan called "Grandparents"

"Tell me one thing seriously; do you have any problem with any of your guy-friends? Is anyone or anything troubling you?” enquired my grand mom. I could see her black-turning-into-blue eyes stare at me with apprehension. Her spectacles bore a layer of dust. She had just dropped in from her hometown to mine.
I was amazed by her question. The scenario was somewhat similar to my Gramma’s apprehension. I was in trouble. And she sensed it.

She gave a smile- one of those naughty ones which you see on the face of a 4 year old brat. “Caught you”, I heard her soul talk to mine. She could see through me. My mum never knew me so well. My Gramma did.

I ignored the topic and convinced her that everything was fine. Her paranoia about a girl residing alone in a metropolitan city was reasonable. She told me the usual things which old people tell the young lot. I heard it all before leaving for place which helped me earn bread and butter. I left my hometown for my job-town and during the journey I wondered what was so special between that old lady and me. Yes, the one common and most special thing was my mom –her daughter and my mother.

This time when I left home, I did not cry. I smiled as I traveled my way back. My soul had a therapy. It underwent cleansing. It saw the beauty. It came all through the two stars shining behind those dust-laden spectacles.

There are times when you feel like knowing whether God is listening to you or not. You want Him to speak to you. Trust me he does it. For me He spoke through my Grand mom.

My screensaver pops up as my PC goes from the active mode to idle mode. I stare at the screen, lost in thoughts. I am thinking about someone. I am thinking about something. I am thinking about someplace. The screensaver shows the same pair of spectacles- staring at me. The dust on the spectacles remains intact. I wonder what makes the vision so clear for her, when it seems impossible for me to see the obvious with absolute clarity.
Strange….

I was just reassured about one truth:- There is someone looking at(after) me all the time. The Blessings of the Clan called the Grandparents, means a lot.
Trust me…. I ain't kidding....

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