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7 ways: How to know if it really is a date!

Disclaimer: All the things I have ever talked about on this blog, I really mean them. In case I have knowingly and on purpose hurt anyone’s feelings, I am really sorry for your poor luck and bad hairstyle (yeah I just felt like adding that.)

Well hello people! You know today’s a special day now don’t you? I turn two today. *Claps* *Birthday songs* *Cheers* Thank you thank you. So I was talking to one of my friends and he told me that the blog is about humor and I have not been writing on that for a long time now. So I thought why not get back to the old track on the special day? So here it is, an article to help every poor soul on this earth (AKA: FriendZoned guys).

This one tells you, how to know if it’s really a date or not. (And how not to panic if it really is!). So you like her. Hang out with her. She likes you too, as a ‘friend’! How merciless and heart wrenching, is it? But there is 0.341% chance that you can still get a girl who isn’t going to put you in the friendzone, ok, 0.0341%, but don’t be sad, chance is still there right! Just read this.

How often does that happen? You and her, chatting up as usual, laughing and all when all of a sudden you drop in the idea of ‘watching the man of steel show together’ or maybe ‘trying the new double cheese pizza by dominos’ and to your surprise, without a slight delay she says yes. Now that puts you in doubt, is it a date? For you it is, but is it for her? Situation is even worse when she asked you out and you have no friggin idea if that was ‘asking out’ or asking out (you know the difference, right?).

Study the place you guys will be going to. See, saying yes to a ‘man of steel’ show is like accepting your friend request on a social network, not your proposal. It just means she likes Superman, not you. Also applies to Batman, Spiderman and any other man with superpowers. (Not the Indian Ra.One, Marry her if she is ready to watch that with you!)
 So it is a movie, but you are going to have a pizza too after that. Now that tells something, doesn’t it? Yeah… her taste in good food! You bozo! What kind of a girl would go for a pizza on her first date? (The cool one, I know, but since she is going out with you, we’ve already established she is insane.)
To know for sure she is not into you, you could try some advanced ways. Try asking her to choose a shirt for you to buy. Now a not so close one would be trying to avoid that. A too close ‘friend’ would mock you for your bad choice and then go ahead and choose some. And the kind you want, ‘close’ in a different way, would be ready to choose, but not vehemently and would go for formal wear (Mark… My… MWords.)
While many guys find it attractive, I find it extremely anti-feminist that the guy has to pay. But yeah, she went out with you and you had to pay means three cases.

A:  She didn’t offer. : Either a great friend or a freeloader, my money is on latter, a phrase which btw, would never be said by her.

B: She offered and you rejected but she insisted hard and then settled for ‘she pays the next time’. : You sir, are SuperStupendousOutrageouslyFriendZoned. Ask yourself, do you WANT a next time?

C: She offered so sheepishly that you had to say no and pay. : She is the one, man! She is the one!

5. While watching a movie together with a friend is followed by some casual remarks and a normal bye, a date like this is generally followed by awkward silence, random chat and super awkward moments where you lead for a hug and she expects a handshake (even worse when you were going for a kiss.. what.. no.. never happened with me, just saying… what? no..! you suck!).

What I am saying is, just sense what she is going for and if it is anything more than a handshake and she says ‘call me’, she is definitely in!

 

6. Just call her and tell her you really liked it and would like to do it again. There can be a few possible replies.

Like:

A. Really, same movie, again! (She isn’t into you, she is funny, give me her number!)

B. Sure, but this time with our dates. (Got it? Go bang your head now.)

C. Not really, I got bored. (She is… well do I need to spoon feed thou?)

D. Ah, yeah why not. This time you chose the place. (Highly unlikely, and I only said this to cover everything. But yeah, you scored!)

           7 . If aforementioned ways weren’t enough, ask her directly. Although I’d recommend some witnesses and at least one protective gear while you do that.

That’s it. Like those? Did you now…? really? Well, in case you did then don’t forget to leave a comment. In case you didn’t, leave one anyway, you wasted quite a lot of time coming all the way till here.

Once again, happy birthday to me and to the launch of Apollo XI, the thing that put Neil Armstrong on moon if you remember. This was post number 74 , and the blog has now crossed over 55,000 views. Thank you

Tagged: birthday, dating, Friendzone, love

The loner

The loner. (This is a post I’ve written for the Indian Bloggers League. Do check the link in the end )

“A pack of bread, 4 eggs and ketchup, would you need anything else sir?” The girl on the billing counter asked Jim.

“No, that would be enough. Thanks” Jim replied, with a refreshing and warm smile just like always. His face had something about it that made sure anyone would want to keep looking at him. An innocent smile and expressive eyes, just added to that. He was about 30, taller than an average human being, a muscular well-toned body and a fairly handsome look. There was nothing visible about him at the first look that would not make any girl fall for him.

He drove back 20 miles, reached home, went inside and sat on his chair. Lost in his thoughts, thinking about his life… Just like any other day. Sitting on that comfortable chair and listening to the radio, this was his daily schedule. He lived a monotonous and simple yet lovable life. All he did from morning till evening was to wake up, make his breakfast, have a walk, sit on the chair and listen to the radio. It was only in the night when he worked for an hour, the time when his own little program was broadcasted on the radio. He used to give people advice, those who had lost something or someone important and those who found life too tough to be lived. People knew him as ‘Elvis’. He never revealed his real identity on the show to anyone, and used the name of the person whom he used to listen to the whole day. “The Elvis show” only on channel one… people used to wait for it. No one knew who Elvis is. He didn’t like to share. But he did have a great insight in life which he used to solve others’ problems.

He had been living in the outskirts of Manhattan for more than a decade now. Alan was the only friend he had out in the city. He used to work for Channel one. He was the guy responsible for getting him the Elvis show there. Alan was probably the only person who knew who Elvis was.

“Why don’t you come back to the city? You would have such a great fan following here! People want to know who you are.” Alan always told Jim. “I’m fine.” was all he could ever get from him.

He liked living alone… no people around, not any disturbances and no one asking him what he does… just a calm and natural environment with the occasional chirps of the birds breaking the silence.

No one really visited him there. Even the caretaker of the old building near his house had stopped visiting. It was a great place though. Nature at its best with the fresh dew starting your morning and the beautiful flora covering the lands almost as far as the eyes could see. Jim had quite carefully chosen the place after completing his college from New York and coming up to a decision that living in the city wasn’t his cup of tea.

 

—

“Excuse me, is anybody there?” A female voice on the door said.

“Yes, how can I help you?” Asked Jim, reaching to the door. A little surprised as it was quite unlikely for this doorstep to see anyone else but Jim.

“Hi, I am Monica. My car broke down almost one kilometer from here. I was looking for some help but there is no one around. Fortunately I found this place. I hope you don’t mind me disturbing you.” She said with a smiling face. She did look in the need of some help.

Jim inspected her top to bottom. She must have been in her late twenties. She looked charming, dressed well enough to be in some executive meeting.  “Yeah, why not. Come in.”

“So… tell me what happened” Jim asked her.

“Well I was going to the city, and as usual I chose to go against my father’s opinion of letting him drive me. And my car broke down while I was going through this area. I wonder why I even chose this route!”

“Maybe because you wanted to meet me” Jim laughed.

“Haha! I wish. So what are you doing here? This place is like… Remote! How do you manage?”

“Well I like aloneness. I think that people around you are just distractions.”

“Oh. I hope I am not distracting you too much.”

“Well I could say your beautiful attire is a little distracting.”

“Oh, so Mr. I like to live alone flirts too?”  Monica laughed, trying to ease into the company.

“We’ll see how that goes. Anyway, where is your car? Let’s get you to a mechanic, there is one around 5 kilometers, I will drive you” Jim asked.

“Actually I really want to be in the city by tonight. But the mechanic you mention was closed. I remember seeing the board on my way here.” Monica said, worried.

“Oh… Then we can’t do anything but wait till tomorrow! Do you see any other option?”

“I am afraid not. Would you mind if I stay here till then?” She asked.

“No. It’s fine.” Jim said. Although his usual smile dimmed a little. His sub conscious was clearly looking for other options.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why not. Come on in. Make yourself comfortable.”

—

“So what do you do for a living?” Monica asked. Sipping the coffee Jim made for her. For a lone guy who found company uncomfortable, Jim was being a pretty good host. In an hour long of conversation with her, not even once did he make her feel bored.

“Nothing. I have a decent bank balance to let me live like this for a long time”

“Wow! So you just, stay here all day?”

“Yeah. I find nature very pleasing. Plus I am kind of a spiritual person and these trees seem to have an answer to all the life’s problems!”

“That’s just great.” Monica said… “As much as I don’t like sitting idle, I’d not mind taking a break and having a life like you. Isn’t it great how you can just forget all the tension and feel at ease?”

“I sense some personal issues there. Mind if I ask?” Jim never liked beating around the bush.

“Well… I live a corporate life. Everyone chasing each other trying to have a beautiful life and wasting what they have! It’s a rat race.”

“Have you ever seen a eucalyptus tree?” Jim asked.

“No, why?”

“Well my rule of being in a corporate is that be like a eucalyptus tree. Have decent characteristic to cure people, but your growth must be a threat to those who don’t like you. Not to mention have a complicated name which makes you sound important.”

“Do you have a solution for everything? In the last few minutes you’ve told me so many things!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t like to brag but there exists a solution for every question. And I seem to know it all” Jim winked.

“I think I’ve heard that before!” Monica’s face lit up. While Jim realized what he did right then.

“That’s a line from the Elvis show!” She exclaimed. “Are you a regular listener?

“Actually, I am Elvis. I like to solve people’s problems.” He smiled. It was the first time he ever told someone his secret.

“Great! It feels great meeting a guy who has no problems in his own life. He solves others’ instead.”

“That’s not true. I also have problems. It’s just that I can’t solve mine. So I concentrate on solving others’.”

“Really? What kind of problems?”

“Do you think I enjoy staying alone? My parents died when I was 13. I was an exceptional reader and learner. But I couldn’t make it to one good university for post grad because I couldn’t mix up with people. I felt abandoned every moment of my life and now I’m here, listening to over 10 people every day how much ruined their life is!”

“I’m really sorry, I had no idea about that. That must be hard on you.”

Monica had started showing real concern for Jim, now that she knew he was Elvis, the guy who had been an emotional support for so many. And she was getting to see the real him.

“So what do you do when all this becomes too much for you?” She asked, as they started walking inside the house.

“I take a walk, like we’re doing now. Think about the things, just vent the frustration out.”

“Must be tough since you don’t talk to people!” She said, as she looked towards the stairway going towards a small room.

Jim guided her in. The room had a shelf, with many small boxes containing human eyes in them.

Her feet froze right where they were… she counted the boxes. “Is that…? Are you a…. You… kill people…! 15 murders!!!” She stammered.

Jim came near her and whispered, “16”.

 

If you liked the story, do comment and like it here to make me win ( http://www.writeupcafe.com/articles/942/77/the-loner/tab/2019)

Tagged: Fiction, Indian Bloggers league, Short story

The dinner

A story in two versions, from a son and a mother’s angle. 100 words each, read on

 

“So what’s in dinner today?” He asked his mother.

The way he had worked and not eaten anything the entire day just to earn that daily wage of 100 rupees was too much to do for any normal person.

She served the three chapatis and potato curry on a plate to him. This was the only thing she could afford making in such a small budget.

Disappointed, he looked at her, finished it and went to sleep in a sad mood. He wanted to ask for some milk, but didn’t, thinking that she might have given it to his sister.

 

 

“So what’s in dinner today?” Her son asked.

She gave him the potato curry and three chapatis.

“He has worked so hard, I wish I could make something better!” She thought.

Suddenly his expressions changed showing his disappointment with the food.

She almost cried inside but made sure it didn’t show. She wanted to offer him some milk, but couldn’t as she didn’t have enough money to buy it.

He went to sleep. She went to sleep too, skipping her dinner. For two days she hadn’t eaten anything, but her son just had dinner. Maybe she’ll make him something better tomorrow.

 

“Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.” – Erich Fromm

Tagged: dinner, labourers, love, Mother, poverty

What they think would happen!

To the immensely awesome and hugely popular writers like me *hiccups*, fan mails are not a very common thing. But I do get a few of them. Few are just a feedback of how one liked/disliked my book or some particular article. But this one is quite different. It came from a reader who I added on facebook sometime back. “Harshda Mangal”. She is a blogger herself and has made sure I tell her everything about wordpress since the day she started it

When she told me she wanted to write a post like this, I didn’t understand the idea. But once I read it, I found it quite different. So here it is, a post by a reader, for me, on how my non-readers would take me. Yes, it seems weird, but trust me, it is weird!

This post is dedicated to Shubham Choudhary, one because I am not a famous writer yet and second, I don’t know any other writer (Well! I know many but no one else would give a damn to this).

So, Shubham, You think you are a writer? Huh?? Well! There would be many people around you who would not believe the same, but there would be many more in number who would know that you are a writer, but they don’t read you. So, this post is for your non- readers (And it’s an effort to tell you that you may have crossed 47000 pageviews and got more than 1000 likes on Facebook, but to many you are still just “Shubham”)

To The Non- Readers

You had dedicated your debut novel “My EX fell in Love” to your readers. Well! This post is dedicated to your non- readers. You  should  not be much concerned about the success of this post, because the people to whom it is directed are not going to read it anyway and the person who is writing all this is also not famous!

I will not here, criticize or abuse them but thank them, to be in your life that they always prove and make you realize that, ‘whatever you have achieved, we don’t give a damn to you’.

Now, what follows is a work of imagination of how people would have nagged you by their behaviour. I know that you would surely have passed through some of the incidents and if you haven’t, hope that you do, in near future.

So, here are some of the encounters which you have or would witness:

1.       A friend, met in college and asked, “What happened man? You have not posted anything on your blog since a very long time?” This question came up when you had updated the blog just one day ago. You told him about the same and he replied, “REALLY??”

You know what, if you would have said that “I have not updated it since 3 months”, he would have broadened his eyes with the same astonishment and asked, “REALLY??”

(This one has actually happened to me, a lot of times )

2.       You meet a girl on FB and she bombarded you with the fact that she is your greatest fan. You thanked her, but she went on to prove the fact. She told that she had loved the article where you talked about “Boys are dogs” and the post in which you showed your concern over “Alien War” and also where you reviewed the movie ‘Players’. At first, you were like, when did I write that? But when she talked about Players, you thought, “This is it… I had no courage to even watch that movie for one time and she says I reviewed it…”

You interrupt her at that, but she said that “You are a busy person, must have forgotten that you wrote that…” Now what can you say after such a statement. Well! You just accepted all the appreciation with a thank you and three smileys in a row ( and also because the girl was hot… You Barney Stinson Fan…)

(That has never happened before, but if the girl is hot, I am waiting for something like this )

See, i just made this and wanted to show this. So bear with it

3.       You meet a school friend, accidentally at the CCD. He asked you, “How is your blog- shlog going on?” You started telling him about that and was just reaching towards telling about the book, that he had to interrupt, “Ya, I have also read many posts… I can even recall that something based on tharki and all.”

You were taken to surprise and told him that it’s a very old post to which he replied, “Ya… but you know, I don’t get time to read all that stuff.

And hence a guy who actually has read you, rejects all your hard work and proves he is busier than you!

(What can I say, happens daily!)

4.   I want to witness this incident, (so, make sure that there is any wedding in your house, you invite me!!)

Imagine, your parents are bragging something about your novel, when one of the grandmothers, comes into the scene and says in a loud voice… Arre Shubham… ye kahan ka writer hai?? Ye to bachpan me nachta accha tha.. isse to dance karwao (Shubham? He is not a writer… He used to dance well, make him dance! )

Before you finish reading and ask yourself what the hell was that, I’ll say, go through point three again. Once you have a readership (or following or whatever you call it), it becomes a point of how you take some moments that won’t happen if you didn’t have that following.

I find myself the same old person but people don’t. So thanks Harshda for giving me a glimpse of what might happen.

Till I get something else to post on the blog, please like this post!

PS: You can visit here blog here: http://creatigentt.wordpress.com/

Tagged: harshda mangal, my ex fell in love, non readers, shubham choudhary

The change!

This post was pending from a long time. Needed to create a vibe since I wanted this to reach as many people as it could.

Devansh, a friend, a reader and an honest follower is my co-author in this one.

Here’s a little preview:

“Be the change you want to see”, if everyone started following this simple line, most of the problems would be solved. While I have always said this, I’ve never seen this happening around me. Blaming the government is something we consider our birthright.

‘India is a store house of problems’- I’ve lost count of how often I’ve heard these words. No solutions though, just bare criticism, as to how poor we are, how corrupt our system is & how many years will it take for us to be able to compete with the rest of the world. But ironically, none of these is incorrect. So I also started blaming the government for not only not being able to solve problems, but becoming a hindrance in the way of others who wanted to.

Just when I was having one such discussion with a friend, he told me about some initiatives his state government has taken up. Before I tell you, I’ll say that this is in no way any kind of promotion or a news making stunt. But just something I really liked and would love it if others follow it too. 

This post is different in many aspects.  As the full post is not on my blog but on my YouthDiaries website.

Read the full post here: www.youthdiaries.in/ready-for-the-change 

For the first time the whole blogpost can be found on Facebook too: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=505098869526683&set=a.304267172943188.61617.303200656383173&type=1&relevant_count=1

Many thanks to Devansh for being my co-author in this. Would love to create more such posts with you. You can read more of Devansh’s posts here : www.devanshtrivedi.wordpress.com :)

Tagged: devansh trivedi, education, gujrat government, india, shubham choudhary

The Bridge

“I am sorry, but the bridge can’t get the foundation it needs there, it might even fall”

“But we need it, it will be a gold mine.”

“I can’t risk people’s lives”

“Why don’t you give me your bank account number?”

 

And the bridge stood there for a year.

110 died later when it collapsed.

An attempt in the 55-Fiction Genre. Hope you like it.

Tagged: 55 fiction, bribe, Government

The Indian Solution!

India is my country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters. (and hence I am forever alone.)

See… How concerned I am to defend our pledge from being violated. And not only me, but many people, in fact every Indian citizen is concerned about our national issues. We all want to see our country rise and we constantly keep thinking about what to do for it. Not that we do something, but oh hell… Who does? We at-least think!

So I was thinking what are the real national issues that are bugging us. And as a savior for the poor souls, I am here with a solution! Since I am intelligent, thoughtful, free and kind (and I didn’t have anything better to do).

1. So the first issue that strikes my mind is… When is Sachin Tendulkar going to retire?

Every freaking Indian is concerned about this. How the hell can this guy play at 39. He is too old. People can run a country at 80, but they should not, in any condition, play cricket at 40.

So I have the answer. He is going to retire soon. Just that he has this one condition. He’ll retire the day Mumbai Indians beats Chennai Superkings in an IPL knockout match. So… umm… I am not really hopeful with this.

2. This might be the oldest issue around. Even older then Sharad Panwar!

When will Salman Khan get married?

We Indians cant see a guy happy, can we?

The answer to this is simple. Why would he get married. All you get after marriage, he has it already, plus no disadvantages since he is technically single! So in case you were delaying your marriage just because you waited for Salman, cut it, you’re overage anyway.

3. Is Narendra Modi the next PM? Or is it Rahul Gandhi?

Frankly, do you really care? What you really should be worried about is that, how many times is Hina Rabbani going to visit our country this year!

4. Next thing that bugs every Indian out there is this one girl. When, in the real world, will Poonam Pandey strip!?

No no, don’t look here and there, you read my blog alone anyway to save yourself from the embarrassment after being caught.

So, let me answer this with a question. Have you heard about the love and the cookie theory?

Just assume there is a button that says push to get a cookie. But a bird shits on you when you push. Would you push it again? Yes, coz you’re hopeful you’ll get a cookie. This happens 99 times until the 100th time when you actually get the cookie and even though you’re covered in shit, you’re happy. That cookie is love!

Coming back, consider Poonam Pandey’s striptease that cookie. Stay calm, you’ll get it. Till then, tackle the shit.

Credits: Some blog

5. I’ve seen people getting worried about a lot of things. Their job is in danger, the wife threatens to leave home everyday (and never actually does), their children won’t listen to them and the landlord can throw them out anytime… but the real problem for them is, “Will Ram Kapoor get his fortune back?”. (If you don’t know what I am talking about, please google ‘Bade Achhe Lagte hain’)

Just wait for probably 500 more episodes and you might get the answer.

(And to read how Ekta Kapoor and people like her are destroying Indian television, please read The sas bahu saga of India.

 

When we have so much to think, we probably divert ourselves by thinking on these issues and giving out lame solutions that no one really cares about. The strange and probably ironical fact is, by keeping these things in headlines, we not only encourage them, we also avoid what should actually be the real news.

So I’d end by saying this, instead of worrying about the winner of Nach Baliye and Big Boss, please do a little brainstorming on how to save petrol, maybe that will help you!

Keep reading

Tagged: dhoni, national issues, poonam pandey, rahul gandhi, sachin tendulkar, salman khan

A Day with the future!

This blogpost is a little different. It’s about an experience. Something I, rather, we felt. Remember “Like a dream” the post where I told you the story of my placement? In our first interaction with the company officials, we were told that together, we can make a difference. I was even made in-charge of that small initiative we had to take. How? we didn’t know, but we were definitely ready for it.

Many things were there in our mind, but everything would have been confined to the college campus. Would have been big, but not significant. Then we came up with this amazing idea of going to the place where we can actually make a lasting & meaningful impact; A school. Nothing could be better than telling the little kids- our future; how important it is to respect women in the society.

The government school in our college was the perfect place for this. We took the permission one day prior, made an interactive and interesting presentation, bought a lot of chocolates and went to the school on 8th of March, i.e, the women’s day. The number of children present was beyond our expectations which increased our confidence even more. To accompany the 13 of us, were some friends and a few juniors from our college.

Once the presentation started, the response of the kids was amazing. They were in no way less than any other school kid of their age. In fact they sounded more appreciative and excited with the whole event.

We showed students different photos of female achievers, asked questions about them, told many unknown facts and gave chocolates to everyone who answered correctly.

Then started the best part; two kids showed us a beautiful dance performance which was definitely at the level of professional dancers. A few sang, a few recited good poems, some gave little speeches and some showed extraordinary talents when it comes to reciting mathematical tables (table of 18 for a second class student is definitely tough!)

The evening was concluded by a musical performance from our side for the children (best part, they sang with us! )

Not only were we amazed by the talent, we were happy to see that out of the hundreds, it was the girls who were more responsive and confident in all their endeavors. We could see the face of a confident Indian woman in each one of them.

It was definitely a refreshing change for our materialistic minds where we could see the happiness on every child’s face.

In the end, when we asked about the learning from presentation; one kid along with many of his friends stood up and literally took an oath that they’d respect woman and never do anything that is against the very fact.

When we were about to leave, they asked us if we’d come back. And all of us nodded happily and said “soon”. And I guess we will come back soon. A change that Oracle encouraged us to make; has started. And it won’t stop.

Thanks Pamal and Bhuwan for the amazing photos

I’d end by saying this. Thanks to everyone there, all those who were and were not oracle recruits. I don’t know what future has for us and how many of us are actually going to join the place and many other things. But I do know one thing… These children are definitely the future of our country and we work on it, it is going to be brighter than ever

Tagged: mnit, OFSS, oracle, women's day

What being a woman means!

Today… or well, tonight… the bug won’t speak. I’d just say a very happy women’s day to all the females out there. Congrats, you managed to spend one more day safe and sound. This post, is for you and by you.

3 days back, I had this idea of an ‘all’ readers post. And then I started asking all the female readers of my blog one simple question, “What does being a woman mean to you?” And I am glad to have received some superb answers. Although I had promised I’d feature all of them, but some answer didn’t actually answer the actual question so I had to keep them out.

Moving on, here is the question:

What does being a woman mean to you?

 

And here are the answers:

 

Being a woman doesn’t only mean possessing feminine features and a delicate physique. For me it means being strong, self-reliant, confident and independent. Being a woman i have learnt many things, the biggest one being to be able to stand up for myself and my rights and question where i feel i have been wronged. To me, it also means to help other women emancipate themselves by presenting a good example of yourself in front of them and help them experience the joy of their womanhood.

-          Surbhi Sharma

 

Being woman means conveying such ideas and principles through my writings,personality and deeds that every woman starts feeling proud about her existence and adopt feminism,every man starts respecting each woman just the way he respects his mother and every rapist spend his every second with guilt in his heart.

-            Ankita Sharma

 

Being a woman means getting separate place in metro trains, long queues, admission quotas and now even separate banks!

-          Gargi Trehan (One of my co-authors from the past)

 

Being women”… LOL! Most of the time people want me to be a puppet and I have to be one, otherwise there are consequences. So, I don’t know if i can answer this question because I rarely hold any experience in “Being women”.

-          Harshda Mangal

 

Happy women’s day.

Being a woman means a lot. Being strong… Mentaly n emotionaly.. Heap of patience, tonns of love, Billions of problems, yet a smiling elegant face. Being a woman means ‘ME’. Dedicating dis day to all the women n specially d best 1 in my life, my mom. Some lines for her. By her stupid daughter :p

It won’t be an exaggeration, that my mom is my priceless possession.

Who lends me the knowledge of etiquette.  My mom is the best flower inside a buqette.

All her life she has been so ethical. From day till my mom remains mechanical.

Even a computer is having a motherboard. Me n my mom is having a feeling cord..

My mom’s face gives me blue. Ever i broke she was the only glue..

Every morning her fragrance is in my room, she always prays to make me bloom…

The best place i ever found is your lap, you motivated me with my future map…

Without u m a little weak, as m habitual with u to get stick..

Mom, for me u r the idol of god,

much much higher than any lord..

Mom, you are in my heart’s mantel piece.. Because it’s so secure to stay with that ease. LOVE YOU MAA.

-          Neha Rai

 

Being a women is like a surprise gift which has been surprising me through different Stages of my life and will always do , it’s like a special feeling of being unique, beautiful… Feels proud that we play so many diff. roles in one life, which comes along with their own responsibilities…. God has blessed us with immense will to face the troubles. A woman can be described in million ways as they say, no one can describe a woman completely…. All this make me feel absolutely wonderful!!!!

-          Gargi Joshi

 

Being woman to me is like having the love of my parents, my brothers and my friends. It’s like a multitasker doing all the jobs in one go. (With mistakes obviously )

Being woman means loving being the drama queen and the emotions and the tears and laughter and throwing tantrums. And last but not the least; I love the line, Ladies first!

-          Viji John.

 

According to me being a woman is just not a female gender. It’s a feeling. Feeling of love, care, concern, power, strength, self-respect, defence.

-          Shweta Dewanda

 

“I like being a woman, even in a man’s world. After all, men can’t wear dresses, but we can wear the pants. ” the words are Whitney Houston’s. And i agree!

-          Sharmili Adhikari

 

 

Being a woman for me is a blessing. Through all the hardships and difficulties that I have faced as a woman, I always find a ray of hope to pull myself through it and face the world filled with newer and greater challenges as well as beauty.

But I must say, you have asked a very tough question here. There are so many aspects that a woman goes through that I doubt any woman can actually sum it up in a few sentences.

-          Ramya Hegde

 

Being a woman for me today means. Opening your own doors, Balancing choice with obligation, the world is yours. if you’re bold enough to take it.

Not expecting a thank you. You do something because either it’s expected of you, ’cause no one else will, or you just want to.

The sky is the limit. I can walk on the moon (if they ever send anybody there again), run for president, become one of the richest people on earth – whatever the imagination conjures up is within our grasp…except of course – equal pay.

Working in a man’s world, while still living in a woman’s world

Having to establish that you DO have a brain and you CAN work a camera with the best of them, even if you are wearing high-heeled boots.

Being a woman sometimes means having the responsibility without the authority.

Being a woman today means going beyond what your mother thought was possible.

Feeling confident that I can do anything, be anything—until some guy exerts his male privilege when I least expect it.

Tirelessly juggling multiple jobs to serve many constituencies—study, family, employees, community—with as much energy, love and grace as one can muster.

-          Vandana surana.

 

Being a woman feels strange (Yes it does!). God has blessed us with three hormones – Estrogen, testosterone and Progesterone. When these hormones are varied to absurd levels, a woman is formed. Seriously.

Coming to the point, Women Often Complain about being beautiful decorative items, miserable objects of pity and sympathy. They blame male dominated society for this condition. But if I do that, I’ll be lying. In the past 21 years of my life, i have never faced any kind of rejection due to my gender. Instead, I was highly privileged.

Separate lines, reservation (Die, you General Category Boy, DIE!),mMore options in clothing line and accessories etc. etc. The actual victims of male chauvinism cannot even put their feelings publically, maybe it’s a matter of pride for their men. In my close circle, whenever girls are asked to write about “how they feel about being a woman”, they always write about how women are the best creations of god because they are capable of giving life (But I’m not going to do that). Whenever they are about to lose a debate with men, they try to act superior and say that men owe their life and love to women. Honestly, it’s not true. And dear Mr. Sperm, You are important too, no one can challenge that. Women only lack in physical strength and these boundations are self-imposed. Wake Up you sleeping beauties, today Womanhood is appreciated, respected and celebrated. Just Practice a little bit of ‘NUT – Cracking’ daily and everything will be equalized. Happy Women’s Day.

-          Akanksha Sharma (Yep, my first co-author ever on this blog)

 

Feminism to a women is a feeling that comes from within. A happiness, a confidence that spreads warmth to her heart, brings sparkle to her eyes and a secret beguiling smile to her lips.

Being a women is beautiful.

-          Kshama Pandey

 

Having the luxury of being the powerful charming one and in case that doesn’t work, being the sympathy gainer! It’s a win win game.

“Ladki hone ka fayda na ho to ladki hone ka kya fayda”

-          Pragya Vedprakash

 

Being a woman means to accept yourself exactly as you are as you give yourself permission to grow and evolve. It also means putting yourself first on your to do list…

-          Swati Goyal (My beloved sister)

 

To me, being a woman means that I end up sacrificing a lot to gain little but making that little count so that my lot doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

-          Anjali Mariam Paul

 

And the last one,

Woman = Beauty + Agility + Flexibity + Responsible + Unconditional Love + Nurturer of life. Only a woman knows you, your heart, your needs and how to take care of it all.

-          Debdatta Dasgupta Sahay

 

 

This is it. It was amazing reading all the responses. From the core of my heart, thanks to all and a happy women’s day, again

I keep my promises. There are two surprises, from my choice, Anjali Mariam Paul wins one of them. Do comment your favorite quote or message me, I need to declare the people’s choice too

Tagged: female, reader's choice, women, women's day

C for compliments, C for confessions… C for crap!

There’s one more word starting with C, but I would prefer decency over that. This post is dedicated to the recent trends of the confession and compliment pages on Facebook.

Remember the old times when there were no sophisticated means of communication. People used to sing songs and send letters via pigeons (or at least that’s what we saw in movies). That time when someone felt like complimenting the other person, he/she would write that in the letter… or kiss it pink maybe.

Then came the modern time when we have phones, emails and what not. And the best part in my opinion is the vehicles which allow us to travel and meet the person and say things right to their face. Still there are things that embarrass the hell out of us or make us shy (in short, love stuff). So for that, there used to be churches where you could confess to the priest.

And then there’s all those weird radio programs where a super melodious RJ will not only listen to you in a night show with a mushy name (let’s say, raat baki baat baki), but pretend to be the love guru and solve your problems too.

The question is, were these not enough? Now what the FB timeline is filled of? NIT Confessions, IIT Confessions… and when that wasn’t enough, LNMIIT and JNIT confessions. What next? Swami Barkhanand Gokhle Institute of Dhaba Management Confessions?

 

And that’s not it, there’s ‘compliments’ too. The idea is, if you’re too shy of complimenting someone, just say it anonymously and we’ll post it. This way, the person who is being complemented becomes a hero. And the compliment giver doesn’t realize that since the taker doesn’t even know who gave it, he/she just made a big fool out of him/herself.

If I had this much time to waste (actually I pretend I don’t), I’d rather make a page for rating the photos on the scale of their hotness. Who knows the idea might just sell well. (No, it’s my idea. Your argument is invalid).

Coming back to the cr… confessions and compliments. First the major institutes will make such pages. Then individual college pages will be made. And then maybe we’ll start making a fan page for every freaking hostel room.

First the confession would be for IIT Confessions page. “I liked this hot girl and I proposed her friend just to stay close to her.”

Then there will be a particular IIT Delhi confession page status. “I liked this hot girl and i…” before it’s even posted, the admin will think, wait… hot girl… in IITD… man this guy is lying!

Then IITD, Jwalamukhi Hostel confessions page. “I broke the water supply coz I didn’t feel like bathing and didn’t want to feel left out by seeing others bathing.”

And at last, IITD, Jwalamukhi, Room number xxx confession. “ Dude! I was the one who stole your red underwear.”

IIT D guys need not take an offence, they can replace that with the iit they hate the most or maybe any NIT and read back.

Point is, while these pages are lame and probably ideated by people who were themselves either too scared to say and face the truth or kind enough to help others get out of their misery, they are kind of fun as well.

This is how:

You can almost most of the times guess who is the person making the confession on your college page.
You can post fake confessions and create a ruckus. (The nasty ones   )
You can post a fake lovy dovy compliment for the lamest guy around you and get it published and then make it go viral. And once the guy is done bragging, reveal the reality.
Make fake profiles, get yourself some compliments!
Ever made a to-do list with weird things that remained incomplete? What’s a big deal in confessing you did them?
Best one: Confess that you bribed a teacher. Once the confession gets liked and shared, act like your conscious suddenly woke up and you want to bring that evil teacher in the open and name the one professor you hate like hell.
Confess on your status that you were the real admin of the confessions page and the current admin tricked you in making him the admin and kicked you out. And now he is posting wrong things about the college. DEMAND your admin status back!
Compliment your girlfriend with a hundred different guy profiles. Once she is noticed, you become the dude. (She is your girlfriend after all). Double benefit, even she’d like that (Unless she knows the real motive).

Personally, my favorite confession was this.

“#6 Nikita

you have curvy figure…, but only problem is your Mustache. Please wax it up for me.  

NIT-S”

True, honest… and well… hilarious, isn’t it?

Two kinds of people wouldn’t have understood half of this post. Those who have no idea what compliment and confession pages I am talking about. And those who actually made those pages.

In case you belong to former category, here are a few examples for you.

http://www.facebook.com/IITConfess?fref=ts

http://www.facebook.com/heartuninterupted?fref=ts

http://www.facebook.com/confessions.nit?fref=ts

http://www.facebook.com/pages/NIT-Compliments/334185053368302

And in case you’re in the latter, I know how badly you’re itching to put an offensive comment here. Go ahead, I’d love that. I have heard that hated posts go viral these days!

Next month, next post. Looking for a co-author since I will be out of town and won’t get much time to write. Do write to me if you have an idea.

Tagged: compliments, confessions, engineering, Facebook