Wednesday, 11 December 2013

A Rich Lady

Because her 'Rich' husband was always busy in making money.
Growing his business was his only passion, and he always had a statement for all her complaints and demand, " I am doing it for you,for our family" ; she eventually stepped out of her long married life and sought an extramarital affair with an ordinary younger guy.
He was available for her, emotionally and physically, to listen to her, to understand her, to be with her for all those small moments when she needed her man to be there, to make her giggle and ask if she is okay.
In exchange of all these 'invaluable' things, she gave the young guy 'the money' which her husband earned 'for her, for her happiness and for the family'.
She goes clubbing and plays tambola, spends the money as much as she wants, in shopping and kitty parties, socially active and page 3 parties. Indeed, she has all the luxuries of high class society but still the loneliness haunts her, she hates her husband, disgust him and not guilty of sleeping with several men. She is aware of the 'perks' of the business of her rich husband- beautiful, young girls in abundance. She, sometimes, does miss her children, settled abroad- happy and busy in their lives, paying annual visits and frequent skype chats.
She is worried about her melting skin and fading beauty and yet she wants, just for once, her husband pays attention to her and asks about her joint pain, just for once, sit sometime over a cup of tea-not to sign the cheques but to provide shoulder to rest her head..

I am yet to understand, what did the man get, eventually, at the end of his life - money, to stand by his side when he is unable to earn, or a woman, who never loved him and doesn't care even if he dies the next moment..

Saturday, 9 November 2013

Love Guru

Dear love guru,

I appreciate and respect your work and concern for others. Earlier I used to love it, I thought marrying you would be the best and perfect decision of my life.
Later, I realized, you are actually obsessed with being a guru..while you were solving the relationship issues of your  colleague with her husband, I was expecting you to sit by my side and listen to me...
Whilst you spent nights at your school friend's place to support him in his break up phase, I was waiting for you over dinner because I cooked your favorite dish.
When you were disconnecting my calls because you were giving ears to your junior marriage troubles, I was in my periodic pain and needed your emotional support.
When I demanded your time and attention, you yelled at me and scolded me to be possessive and to be an obstacle in your career, I just wanted you..
When you were frustrated and angry because someone didn't follow your prescribed relationship suggestions and you were all bad mouthing and bitching about the person to me, I had some beautiful things to share and some desires to be discussed.
When you were enjoying the buffet your clients, colleagues and friends rewarded for taking them out of the emotional troubles, I wanted you to take me out somewhere..
Well, it is time, please come home and sign your divorce paper, since, I have nothing else to share, discuss, desire or demand, all my best wishes for your love sutras ..
Your obsessed, attention seeking, dramatic and worst mistake
Wife.

Thursday, 15 August 2013

What if you are married to a NARC? How to live with a Narc partner.

Know the hidden narcissistic people around you.


People who have a criminal mind had an abusive childhood.

It is really hard to deal with such people. Even if we do not take the criminals and talk about diminuendo - people who have a nature of fighting, yelling, getting frustrated at every small thing are the ones who had been bullied in their childhood.
In fact, they are insecure and feel less protected. They are rude and always have a so-called "cool" attitude. This nature can massively be seen in Males but females are no exception.
These types of people never listen to anyone, they regret their lives and blame the whole world for their downfall - that eventually leads to a sociopath nature.
They're abusive and usually ill-treat their Men, women, the members of family and children but never their friends and people they connect socially.They are bad with their near and dears but are great social animals.
If not physically they're harmful to emotional and psychological dependencies.They want things to happen in their way and hate all those places, people, and things which are out of their reach or they cannot have an access/ afford it.
E.G - I hate Audi, it's just a waste. (Because he cannot afford to buy it)
Angry and yelling- usual mood.

These people are good at talking
They're convincing and persuading. Best for sales and marketing.These people love to show off almost everything. Good liars and planners. They love to hurt (physically and emotionally). Usually, these people are among those who love to play with 'humans'. They are extremely horny and sadist of different levels. Can be a good life partner only if the other behaves and pleases according to their comfort and desires. These kinds of people always make their partners feel depressive and losers, especially. When she/he is/has the potential to do great in life.They are disrespectful and dominating.
Females married to such kind of men suffer a lot.

They extremely hate others' success mainly when they couldn't achieve the same thing.
They are creative, good in arts, with strong and artsy aesthetics.
Food-drink-music-movies-paintings-dance is some of their basic interests.
Less into sports and intellectual stuff.Quick-witted, Opportunistic, selfish and manipulative aces.They make big talks and promises but never can live up to them. These people,( if )can divert and polish these traits, become very successful people and if they fail to understand their weaknesses, lead to a sociopath and criminal life. They become the victim of infidelity and divorce. They usually are left alone in their life in old age and become irritated.

Image source Wikihow
The biggest question is 'how to deal with such people?'
These people are great company because of their fake 'cool' attitude. Good to hang out, enjoy, flirt, flings, fuck-buddies. They cannot handle responsibility and commitments, so they eventually ruin their love life, even if they stay loyal. They are undoubted, emotionally weak and express their emotion in anger. In case you're not related, detach yourself. But if you're in such condition/ relation where you cannot detach yourself.Accept that 'anger, frustration and chaos' is a part of your life.
Try to be pally and not bully. Do not order or direct this kind of people.

They are always in a 'know it all' mental state so never try to teach them anything. This is the reason why they're bad learners and not good into studies but creative and knows how to make money.
Keep fewer expectations because they cannot do anything for you. They do, only according to their comfort and leave no chance to show what they have done for you.
Eventually, when you are confirmed that you're dealing with this category the first thing you have to do is to focus on your life by not poking them. You cannot help these people and the only thing you can do is to secure yourself financially, professionally, emotionally and socially. Never make yourself cut from the world and have people in your life. If you've parents like this - the best you can do is - build a better life for yourself.

If you're married to such people and want a healthy relationship, be polite and gentle. you must understand and accept that they can never 'naturally' change or cured. Although it is a challenge to live with such kind of people if you try to focus on their good traits, you can lead a loving relationship.

To scream and create fuss is a part of their nature but they get calm quickly. They are physically grown up but stuck in the phase of their childhood where they needed a proper growth, love, care, understanding, and support. They still seek "only' the same attention and treatment.

The best part, dwelling with this category makes you strong and self-dependent because they fail to win your expectations, ergo, you have to do the things on your own. you become a successful parent/provider.

The only are you have to ponder and take great care is, never get affected by their negativity, have your own individuality because certainly, if you have chosen to live with them, you love them and the behaviour of people create an effect on your life because you act and respond accordingly.

So, better you do not take their behaviour seriously as they can never break their day by day layering shield of self-protection. Just understand they are complete losers and cannot do anything if you don't give them a reaction. They threaten because they are afraid and Insecure. In the pursuit of penetrating the same, you will just waste the precious time and emotion of your life.


Honestly, If you have an opportunity to run, run like hell.


Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Dear Maa

letter from a newly married girl to her mother

Dear Maa,

Like every normal girl, I was excited about marriage right from my childhood days.
I never thought beyond the time that I would spend happily with my prince charming.
But today when I am married, I realize that marriage is not all roses.
It’s not just about being with your beloved and having a gala time.
There is so much more to it. It comes with its own share of responsibilities, duties, sacrifices and compromises. I can’t wake up anytime I want to.
I am expected to be up and ready before everyone else in the family.
I can’t laze around in my pyjamas throughout the day. I am expected to be presentable every time. I have to talk in low voice, respectfully with everyone unlike home where I could scream and shout at things and demand.
I can’t just go out anytime I want to. I am expected to be sensitive to the needs of the family.
I just can’t hit the bed anytime I want to. I am expected to be active and around the family. I can’t expect to be treated like a princess but am supposed to take care of everyone else in the family.
And then I think to myself, ‘why did I get married at all?’ I was happier with you, mom. Sometimes I think of coming back to you and getting pampered again.
I want someone to cook for me too, run after me to eat food and bring something for me to eat like you always used to bring whenever you visit market.
I want to come home to my favorite food cooked by you every evening after a nice outing with friends.
I want to sleep on your laps like I have no worry in this world. I want to ask money for my enjoyment from dad and again from you but now I have to think twice before purchasing everything. I was possessive about all my belongings but here I have to allow everyone to use my stuffs because I cannot annoy anyone.

But then I suddenly realize, had you not got married and made such sacrifices in your life, I wouldn’t have had so many wonderful memories to hang on to. And suddenly, the purpose of all this becomes clear- to return the same comfort, peace and happiness to my new family that I got from you.
And I am sure that as time would pass, I would start loving this life equally as you do.

Thank you mom for all the sacrifices and compromises you made. They give me the strength to do the same. I will try to be a complete woman like you..

Love you.


N.B = This is not my original creation, I have got this mail and modified it, Liked the concept and shall elaborate and modify it in my style. 

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Positive Attitude towards learning

Whenever I come online, I see one or two posts with a flood of comments, I check the post and see what?People are fighting over the wrong usage of sentence, making fun of the person who uploaded the status, pasting links and debasing each other and a few more related status updates addressing to anonymous.Why don't people have an attitude of learning and sharing? It is good if you know better than others but the more you're educated the more polite you should be.Mostly these people are the young bloods. Elder people never care to correct, which is equally wrong..If seniors won't correct and guide us, we will entangle the small threads of wrong/lacked knowledge and keep fighting.I understand nobody has got time to correct others, even if you try to correct somebody, you're misunderstood for insulting (because you correct publicly)Whenever I make mistakes most of the times I get inbox messages from English professors of different university to correct myself.I feel no shame to ask even a single word and most of the people I ping, know it. (now she will eat brains on a particular thing).Sometimes, my juniors correct me, I find no shame or embarrassment into it. I find no shame to learn from anybody.When it comes to English, we must understand and accept it is our second language acquisition and we can be wrong at any stage.Or in any field, Modeling/photography/Films, Music and arts/ technical/ academic/professional.When you've chosen a particular field, you research about it. It is not necessary that from whatever source you have learnt is correct.No matter whatever we've achieved in life, we will be learners.Yes,this must be kept in mind that the way you point out mistakes or have a good faith of correcting someone, please be polite and provide your statement with reasonsAnd supports.Use the social platform to learn and share instead of showing yourself to be superior than others.Why are we so much into self proclamation and portraying 'being perfectionist'?Why don't we have a positive attitude towards learning?Arrogance and the nature of not accepting mistakes can lead you to the valley of doom..Have an open mind and kind heart.Remember,If you ask questions, you can be considered a fool for once,but If you don't ask, you will be a fool for lifetime.Rest is up to your way of perceiving and understanding the things.. :)

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

The lost beads of the friendship Band.

How strange when the people you grew up eating in the same canteen, sharing same notes and were the part of same group photos become the dead profiles in your Facebook account just because you took some time just to create your life and stand somewhere in life.. 

Yes, there is a category of "friends" who were "besties" till you were actively participating in daily craziness and as you took a couple of years for yourself, stopped pleasing them, they are just lost somewhere..
Never respond and rather you can't feel their happiness for you, and your achievements..

And when years after, you initiate, a cold response to the wordless complaint "you left us.. We didn't leave you, now nothing left.. And we have moved on.."

What kind of friendship was it?
A friendship of availability?
A friendship only to share laughs?
 A friendship of pseudo promises to stand by each other till the heartbeats stop..?

Remember? Just a couple of years back there was a friend you mentioned as a brother, a crazy girl whom you treated as a younger sister, and a best friend with whom you set relationship just to make people laugh that we were homosexual...

Every successful person had a mediocre life, once, faded childhood.. Sleeping somewhere in the graveyard of the last pages of "friends" section in Facebook..

When, Love is....



Love is when after 33 years of marriage you hate each other for being senile,
At every second thing blame and call each other an oldie sextant,
But wake up at night just to give her medicines,
Just to switch off the bed lights and take his glasses from his nose,
Still give the softer part of chicken to him to chew easily and the sweet mango pulp to her to relish,
When sometimes you rub Iodex on her knees and when you stand up taking support of her shoulder,
When she frowns at your coughs but gives you medicine,
When you bought her favorite childhood ice cream cup at the time of night walk,
When you have nothing else to do but take out the mistakes and fight,
When you talk about your kids' childhood,
When she cries and you behave strong..
When your blood pressure goes up and so her heart beats..

When one day she is gone.. And you cry alone holding her saree..
And..
When she is unable to breathe and miss your arms to hold..

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

The Women Bloggers


I seldom fulminate anyone because I am well aware of my imperfections and flaws.
Yes, I admit, Most of the times I finger what I see handy, voluminously horrendous idiocies, but, that too, just to laugh.
Okay, leaving it apart, if I speak of learning new things, I learn, I do learn, to be self-conscious and see my mistakes.
One thing that makes me happy is the number of brainy,well-informed and self-dependent women in my profile.
Mothers, social engineers, erudite, yet calm and managing.
At times I think, how will I be after twenty years, not only by looks but also by personality and aura, I can imagine myself, watching those grey locks tucked behind the ears and those fine lines on their face adding awards and honours to their experience.
I am a woman, I bear responsibilities, emotional-social-physical-hypothetical,
I get flummoxed many times yet I keep in mind, my targets, my duties and my womanhood.
I don't self-proclaimed, I don't announce, I don't brag, I just walk on the path I have decided. Dangerous, with no cornerstones and substratum yet the one I have chosen.
yes, It ain't easy but it is life and I live with a smile, just like you do, with those grey tresses battling with your eyelashes and those wrinkles - ornamenting your smiles, and those thick lenses resting on your noses.. 


Sunday, 14 April 2013

"राग मल्हार" - "Raag Malhaar"






आज मल्हार कुछ रूठी हुई थी, उसकी आँखों में वो चमक भी न थी। मैंने उसे बाहों में भरते हुए पूछा
" मेरी शोना को क्या हुआ . . आज उदास है?"


वो बोली कुछ नहीं , बस ज़रा सा मुस्कुरा कर बात को टाल गयी . रसोई की तरफ बढ़ते हुए बोली '' चाए बना दूं आपके लिए?"
"हम्म, आधी कप " और मैं बाथरूम की तरफ तौलिया काँधे पर लिए चल पड़ा .

मुंह -हाथ धो कर वापस किचन में गया तो मल्हार चाए बनाने में व्यस्त थी, मैंने उसे पीछे से बाहों में भर लिया और उसकी गर्दन को चूमने लगा। वो सिहर सी गयी, लेकिन उसकी सिहरन में छुपी मुस्कुराहट मैं समझ गया।
सूती साडी में वो बेहद खूबसूरत दिखती थी, ज्यादा लीपापोती न करते हुए बस हल्का सा काजल , माथे पर छोटी सी बिंदिया , और मेरे कहने पर मांग में ढेर सारा सिन्दूर लगाती थी ..

दिन भर की सिलवट पड़ी साडी , उसकी ठोड़ी के गहरे भूरे तिल को चूमती उसकी लटें , चेहरे पर मुस्कान, दिन भर की मेरी सारी थकान मिटा सी देती थी .

मर्द हूँ ना , ज्यादा भावुक होना ठीक नहीं, शायद इसीलिए हर रोज़ उसकी जी भर के तारीफ़ नहीं करता था , लेकिन बस जब भी उसको देखता फिर से प्यार हो जाता था
उसके मोटे - मोटे गाल और हँसते वक़्त वो गालो में पड़ते गड्ढे, मासूम सी बच्ची मालूम पड़ती थी , और थी भी तो बच्ची , शायद मुझे तभी किसी बच्चे की कमी महसूस नहीं हुई .
जब -तब उसका चटोरपना , आइस-क्रीम का दीवाना पन और हर बार सर्दियों में मुझसे डांट खा कर मुह फुला लेना और डांटने के एवज में मुझसे "डबल ट्रीट " की दो मेगा-बार खाना उसकी आदत बन चुकी थी !
और उसके इस बचपने को मैंने भी अपना लिया था. .

मैं माँ के कमरे में चला गया, वहां माँ-पिताजी और छोटा भाई बैठ कर बाते कर रहे थे और टीवी पर कोई प्रोग्राम देख रहे थे ,
मैं जा कर माँ की गोद में लेट गया, पिताजी को एक नज़र देखा , उन्होंने भवें उठा कर हाल-चाल पुछा और मैंने भी मुस्कुरा कर उनका आदर किया।


सोनू ने आते ही कह दिया "भैया कॉलेज के दोस्त जयपुर जा रहे हैं , मैं भी जाऊंगा , कुछ पैसे दे देना"
मैंने माँ की गोद से उठते हुए कहा "और तुम्हारे एक्साम्स, वो कब से हैं "
इतने में मल्हार बात काटते हुए कमरे में आई और बोली "क्या आप भी, बस शुरू हो गए, चाय पी लीजिये"


और इशारे -इशारे में दोनों देवर भाभी में "मैच फिक्सिंग" हो गयी, ज्यादा नहीं बस कुछ सालों का ही तो फर्क था दोनों में , दोस्त ज्यादा थे वो, और सोनू की सारी गर्लफ्रेंड्स की लिस्ट भी मल्हार को ही पता थी

चाय पीते पीते मैंने मल्हार को इशारा कर दिया था की थोड़ी देर में कमरे में आ जाये।
थोड़ी देर माँ-पापा से बात करके मैं कमरे में चला गया और इन्टरनेट पर मूवी का टाइम चेक करने लगा


इतने में मल्हार भी आ गयी और आ कर आदतानुसार मेरी पीठ पर हाथ फेरने लगी, मैं पेट के बल लेता हुआ, लैपटोप पर बटन टीपे जा रहा था

" शाम को चलोगी,? पिक्चर चलते हैं , बहार ही खाना खायेंगे"


"माँ-पापा को भी ले चलें?" वो चहकती हुई बोली
"महोल्ले को भी ले लो" मैंने व्यंगात्मक तरीके से उसको कहा !
वो मुंह बनाते हुए बोली, "हुंह , वो कौनसा बहार जाते हैं "
मैंने उसका हाथ पकड़ कर खींच लिया और उसे होंठो को चूम लिया,
खुद को छुड़ाने लगी, लेकिन फिर शांत हो गयी और उसने आँखे बंध कर ली।
थोड़ी देर उसके होंठो को चूम कर मैं उसको बोल "बहुत बोलती हो, ज्यादा चपर चपर न किया करो"
उसने मुझे पकड़ कर खींच लिया "तो यूँ ही जुबान बंध कर दिया करो न"
उसकी आँखों में छुपी येही मुस्कराहट मुझे उसका दीवाना बना देती है , मैंने उसकी बाजुओं को कस कर भींच दिया,
जब दर्द से उसके चेहरे पर शिकन पड़ती थी, मुझे मज़ा आता था
वो किसी उत्तेजित हिरनी की तरह महकने लगती थी और मुझे अपने सम्पूर्ण होने का अनुभव होता था

"जाने दो !"
"तुमको भी पता है, मैं जाने नहीं दूंगा, क्यूँ बेकार दर्द लेती हो "
"कोई आ जायेगा"
"इतने सालो से कोई नहीं आया, अब कौन आएगा "
उसके कोमल उभारों के पीछे तेज़ धडकते दिल को महसूस कर सकता था मैं,
"आज भी वैसी ही हो, कुछ नहीं बदला"
और उसने हंस कर मेरे सीने में अपना मुंह छुपा लिया
"चलोगी? टिकेट करवा लूं ?"
और उसकी बिना हामी लिए मैंने रात की टिकट्स बुक करवा ली।

मैं एक आम व्यक्ति हूँ, बस खुद के लिए कुछ ज्यादा नहीं सोचता, सबके चेहरे पर येही मुस्कराहट बनी रहे, ऐसे ही कोशिश करता हूँ, कभी कर पाता हु कभी नहीं कर पाता।

दिन यूँ ही ढल गया और वो तैयार हो गयी, उसको देख कर दिल तो नहीं कर रहा था कहीं जाने का,
कुछ छेड़ा-खानी भी की, कि मैडम "दया-दृष्टि" दिखा दे, और मुझ भूखे को "खाना" मिल जाये
और वो हैं तडपाने में महारथ हासिल कर रखी है

खैर, अभी चलता हूँ "पति धर्म " निभाने
कोई "पत्नी पीढित संसथान" का नंबर जनता हो तो बता दे!!!

Friday, 29 March 2013

Good Friday.. Better Saturday.. Best Sunday..

Friday , Day 1

7:30 AM 

He said '' baby are you not going to gym today?''
I grabbed his collar, pushed him on the bed and said ''kissing is a good exercise, let me do in for 40 minutes'' :D

12:45 PM

Heavy rain and he stopped his car, held my neck and smooched me.
Outside rain and inside warmth of our bodies covered the windows of the car with mist. Within the blink of eyes he grabbed me in his arms and smooched me.
'Wait! There are people outside.'
"Nobody is there." and he pulled me in his arms kissing my neck and touching my bosoms.
This romantic weather carried me away and I broke my rules of not making love in public places 'I wanna taste you' I said in hissing voice and his hands moved inside to pull my leggings down.
I was all his with my closed eyes and I wanted him to rule my body in this rain.
Making love in sedan is awesome, specially when it's raining not only cats and dogs but also blue whales and dinosaurs.
He is manipulating my intentions and made an O-to-O deal.
His trademark Omelette for Orgasm! And today I got big delicious Omelette Sandwich. ♥

Before hiding my face into his chest and take an off to la-la-land!

I am always skeptical when he behaves sweet.
He was working on some scripts. I came from behind and snatched his laptop.
'Hey, wait, what? I am working babe!' Said he, getting disturbed.
'So?' Work on me too. You must exercise two times, you see! 40 minutes more.
I said teasing him and making a sweet innocent face.
He widened his pupil and said " I am a human. Have some mercy on my junior milady"
I said, giving airs to myself 'Ummm.. Okay then say some beautiful words for me if you want your laptop back"
I raised my nose in air and shrugged my shoulder, " Please Proceed Director Saab"
He jumped over me and squeezed me in the bed and started cuddling me a lot.
I was laughing like 'fit-caught-cow' and my eyes were wet. I pled him to leave me and promised not to disturb again.
He stopped then and said kissing my tears rolled down of laughter.
"Nothing else is important than you love and yes, you are beautiful.
The lady of my life and you have full right to suck my account balance"
He laughed.

Ah.. The last words gave peace to my soul.. I was about to ask for shopping.. :D


Friday, 22 March 2013

The Confession of a Woman


This is a summary of a conversation I had with my friend.

March, 22, 2013
Evening,
Lavazza, Connaught Place
New Delhi.

She had been in love relations for eight times.
And for all the eight times she was loyal and dedicated.
Never cheated, never stepped out, no infidelity but a pure dedication.
She is 38 today and in a relationship
.

Over a coffee, I asked how do you feel being in relation.

She said, I am in relation because I need a man in my life.
The feeling of being loved, pampered and cuddled gone long time back.
I remember all my eight relationships and all I could learn, a woman can sacrifice everything for her man, to get loved, to have a home and children.
I needed it and I dreamt of it.
I gave myself many chances and tried not to repeat the mistakes of previous relationships.
Some left me because of their profession, they chose to work over a relationship.
And that's okay! Being a man, one has too many responsibilities, no one can fed by love and survive.
"Even to have sex you need energy"


Sometimes you have to let things go.. I have no grudges against all those eight men I dated. I just expected them to be dedicated as I was. They couldn't.
Some left me for flavor and taste. They had no feelings and after getting physically intimate, I am a woman, developed feelings.


So what do you expect from life now? Do you regret?
I asked.


She said, at times when I feel alone I do regret that I have wasted my life in search of this thing called true love. I am not against love or relationship, maybe that's why I am into one..

I asked her further, what did you get out of all this?

She said , to be honest I got nothing but some memories, by the time bad memory fades and all you remember some good ones.. I have them with me..
I have friend and family, I work and earn good. I live my life and it is kind of a smooth one. She continued.


I learnt a lot and you have to learn Himmi.

Taking further sips and munching, she continued..

Never blame men they have too many responsibilities because they live in a country where they are being taught to take up the burden since they get an erection.
Don't blame women even, it is okay to be in love.. And there's nothing to regret.
If you want to regret, feel guilty how you wasted the time by not being practical.
I am still not grown up and I still fight like a teenage girl.
But I never let my work affected. Hope you understood and I made sense!

Yes, love can fill your stomach but only for nine months.. I said with a smile.

We both chuckled and now I am heading towards Keventers in CP...

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

You're leaving them...

Scene 1 -
Dad : Son, I want to know your academic progress and your future plans. Let's sit and talk!
You : What? It's my own life. Please "Gyaan na baatein"
Friend : Dude, sup wid ya studies eh? wot's next?
You: Damn man.. I am fucked! You know.. blah blahblah blubh.. baalbh.. blublubbhaah..

Cut!

Scene 2 -
Mom : Why do you come home late? Why don't you help me in the kitchen? Why do you wear short clothes? You should....

You : (yelling and frustrated ) Please Maa, I am already screwed, Why the hell do you always disturb me? Do you even know about the society and today's fashion? Do you even go out and see what is the culture? I am not a maid, I have my own life with friends..
Boyfriend/friend : yaar, I am hungry..
You : wait baby, let me cook something ♥

Cut !

Scene 3

Lover/spouse : baby.. I am missing you.. Let's meet. I wanna make love to you.
You: I miss you too, Sorry I have to go with friends. Oh please you're always a sex maniac. Get some work, you're always free and get on my nerves. You're a loser. Yap! Yap! Yap!

Meanwhile a call : (leaving discussion in between) Oh hi..! Long time.. (Walks away)

Cut!

Friend : Hey. Long time.. Let's meet..
You: Oh yeah.. But sorry yaar, Busy these days.. Cannot get thim out of work.. We shall, soon..!!
You : Staying alone, whole day at home.. And not at all working..

Cut!

Well, there was no relation in above scenes, but yes a common character. “You”
What is my purpose of blahblahing this around? To draw “your” attention towards ‘You’

What are you doing? Technically “Leaving your loved ones and Running towards the unknown/new ones”
That’s a fact! How?

You hate your loved ones around, but because you are the social animals, you cannot be alone..
Yes!! You can cry and crib that “no one understands/loves you”
It’s you, who take out all your frustration on your family and friends? And frustration of what??
Trust me, You, yourself have no Idea about it!
Have you ever noticed how sweetly you talk to ‘others’ on the phone but how rude you are to your wife?
The way you treat your parents and how well you deal with people you meet ‘professionally’
How fast you change your ‘voice tone and facial gesture’

You are not same to everyone, that we can accept you as a frustrated-natured person!!

The point is : you behave like an unknown stranger to the loved ones and to the outer world, you portray to be the nicest-bestest-calmest-well-behaved-EST , This-EST and That-EST..
Yes, You’re earning the appreciation of others but how much your near and dear ones hate you.. you cannot count , dear!
The smile that your husband/wife deserves, you are gifting it to your opposite gender colleagues and boss.
The love that your parents and siblings deserve, you are giving away to your so called friends in charity.
The understanding your friends deserve, just because your inner conflicts and being fake, you’re losing them all...

Watch your actions.. In the process of socializing you are staking your real treasure..
- Family and Friends..

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

The Clicked Shutterbug!



".. I am Raunak Chaudhary, twenty nine year old, a well known fashion photographer.
I am no more a struggler but yes, I was agonized by many eggheads and dickheads to reach up to this level.

Many were there, I learnt from and rest were kicked out of my life.
My targets were high and friends and family who do not understand you and your profession, X-out your feelings and sentiments towards them.

It happened with me also. I hate my father, Personally not socially. He never supported me. and I hate when he bluntly says,

" Kya din bhar nange ladke-ladkiyon ke beech ghoomta rehta hai"
I never replied him. Although felt like grabbing his collar and say.
' Damn! it's fashion photography and one out of a million reach here, where I'm standing now.'
Born and grown up in orthodox family. Rebelled and stepped out of my comfort zone just to live my dream but never aborted my values of respecting elders.
Most of the times it's keeping your mouth shut and listen to all the craps they're uttering.
I mean I never understood my elder cousin, a bank manager walks up to me and tells me the frames and 'tips' click. I feel like punching his right on his face and say.
'Stick your ass to your chair and DO NOT teach me my work'
yet again.. ELDER BROTHER!

How to explain the moment when your Best Friends, Friends-of-friends, and their friends lug you beneath the stage and ask you to click pictures with wedding couple.
or some who ask to 'shoot' their wedding as 'Wedding Gift' and later if I respect my profession and deny their demands.. 'Dosti' breaks up!!!

And how can I forget those silly girls who come hopping like some hens with a wide grin and pose like Victoria's Secret models giving me their 5 mega pixel android phone.
'hey baby.. click me too naa!' or those Facebook Chicks who add me for 'Sleep-to-shoot' concept.

and those snobbish attitude bombarding 'sophisticated' aunties who think I sleep with every blonde I click and I'm nothing less than Indian Hefner!!

Huff.. Yes, I'm Raunak Chaudhary.. above all is just a frustration I'm dealing with. Done with a full packet of Malboro. Got some infection on my inner thighs and cannot scratch . This is my story.. Wait, This is Sneha's story.
Sneha??
A beautiful bitch whom I loved a lot, who screwed me so well to be on the cover page of cosmopolitan that I left my family, my bank balance looked at me like the Hungry Richard Parker in Life of Pi, My friends kicked my balls that badly hit on my ass and left me alone and I'm left with nothing but backpack with some clothes and two underwear to repeat.
Another beautiful Sneha, who washed my underwear, taught me to be practical, was better than me in bed, A software Engineer and Never wanted to be a model and eventually left me too.. :/ I miss her big ass!

It is a love story of Sneha and Sneha.. Did you get me? Yes.. Sneha the second also.
Sneha I whom I loved and Sneha II whom I loved too and.. ah!

This is my love story.. and I am A Love Retarded, Rich, Handsome and Single Fashion Photographer! Raunak Chaudhary..