Himmilicious's Blog, page 15
December 19, 2013
Uff ye Television..
Cinema and television have invaded and conquered the literature and became a mirror of the present day society. Vamoosing from the cinema and focusing on Indian television, I fail to understand why all majorly watched and popular television serials reflect only two sides of women, i.e. Either she is so understanding that she is portrayed as 'Abla Naari' with all agony and pain or if she is well educated, rich, self-dependent and working, she is the 'Shadayantrakaari Vamp'?
Earlier, my question was ‘Why all alien attacks and apocalypses happen in NewYork City?’ and now one more question is added ‘ Why on earth all the miscarriages, remarriages, death of husband, poverty epidemic, rivalry, envy and conspiracy and curse of Lilith fall of the so called Bahoos of Indian Television?
Why all the marriages, jails, accidents, and property matters are synchronized in all the serials? If Jaggiya goes to jail in another episode of some other serial Mr. Rathore will go to jail too.
Why all husbands have ‘some secrets’ or extramarital affairs? Why all men are only after chasing each-other women, property and actually have no ‘Office’ and work except dealing with their love and married tantrums.. Seems Saras and Takur sahab has no work except dealing with all the women of the serials..
Seems Ichchha and Meethi, Gopi Vau and Aanandi, Kusum and Kumud these all women were made when God was dealing with some kind of PMS Mood swings.
Earlier, my question was ‘Why all alien attacks and apocalypses happen in NewYork City?’ and now one more question is added ‘ Why on earth all the miscarriages, remarriages, death of husband, poverty epidemic, rivalry, envy and conspiracy and curse of Lilith fall of the so called Bahoos of Indian Television?
Why all the marriages, jails, accidents, and property matters are synchronized in all the serials? If Jaggiya goes to jail in another episode of some other serial Mr. Rathore will go to jail too.
Why all husbands have ‘some secrets’ or extramarital affairs? Why all men are only after chasing each-other women, property and actually have no ‘Office’ and work except dealing with their love and married tantrums.. Seems Saras and Takur sahab has no work except dealing with all the women of the serials..
Seems Ichchha and Meethi, Gopi Vau and Aanandi, Kusum and Kumud these all women were made when God was dealing with some kind of PMS Mood swings.
December 11, 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..
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..
November 29, 2013
ThanksGiving
A thousand mirrors broke inside,
Nothing matters, you broke or I,
The broken mirrors have your face,
Leaving trails and finding Trace,
of your love, of your voice,
of your words, of your choice
A thousand beats skipped my heart
hours back, these were innocent
laughs,
Who's guilty, how does it matter,
Moments were filthy, that shattered..
I'm yet to find the way for living,
Thanks for everything, it's Thanksgiving..
Nothing matters, you broke or I,
The broken mirrors have your face,
Leaving trails and finding Trace,
of your love, of your voice,
of your words, of your choice
A thousand beats skipped my heart
hours back, these were innocent
laughs,
Who's guilty, how does it matter,
Moments were filthy, that shattered..
I'm yet to find the way for living,
Thanks for everything, it's Thanksgiving..
November 17, 2013
November 11, 2013
What's with *I am going to confess something. Support me.*
Yet another funny experience on facebook. I have been noticing almost 2-3 dozen of the people added on my facebook updating weird status like
I am going to confess something. Support me.
I am going to die now.
I am no more a virgin. etc.
Well, I found out that this is a NASTY TRAP GAME and the rules are
The person who likes or comments has to choose one of the following to post on his/her timeline.
1. So far, I have been in 42 relationships
2. I think I like someone, what should I do?
3. My Mom arranged me for a blind date for me.
4. Someone invited me to be a prostitute, what should I do?
5. I forgot to wear my underwear today
6. I am going to confess something, support me
7. I still love my ex.
8. We are getting married in a few days.
9. I am not virgin anymore.
10. I want to die now
Made me laugh later when I went through the comments made by people who are unaware of this game.. Sometimes, It is fun to do some crazy things..
November 9, 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.
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.
November 8, 2013
जाड़ों सी,तुम्हारी याद
सर्दियों कि धुंधली सुबह सी तेरी याद
नम करती आँखें कुछ वैसे ही
कंपकंपाते होंठ और थरथराता जिस्म
वैसे ही जैसे,
जाड़े कि सुबहों में तुम भीगे हाथ लगते थे
और हँसते थे मेरे रूस जाने पर
और सर्द रातों सी ये तेरी याद
सुनसान रातों में किटकिटाते दांतों सी,
खुद ही को देती सुनाई
गर्म साँसों को फूँकती और हथेली को करती गर्म
घिसती और टांगों के बीच छुपाती
ठंडी सी नाक और
खुश्क लब
और उनमे बसी,
जाड़ों जैसी, तुम्हारी याद..
नम करती आँखें कुछ वैसे ही
कंपकंपाते होंठ और थरथराता जिस्म
वैसे ही जैसे,
जाड़े कि सुबहों में तुम भीगे हाथ लगते थे
और हँसते थे मेरे रूस जाने पर
और सर्द रातों सी ये तेरी याद
सुनसान रातों में किटकिटाते दांतों सी,
खुद ही को देती सुनाई
गर्म साँसों को फूँकती और हथेली को करती गर्म
घिसती और टांगों के बीच छुपाती
ठंडी सी नाक और
खुश्क लब
और उनमे बसी,
जाड़ों जैसी, तुम्हारी याद..
एक पत्ता
शाख से टूटे पत्ते आ कर मेरी गोद में गिरे थे,
पीले, चुरमुरे, रंगमिटे से
आज उनमे से एक पत्ता किताब के पन्नो के बीच मिल गया,
भूरा, चुरमुरा, अधूरा सा,
ठीक वैसा ही ठहरा जैसे वो पल ठहरा है जब बारिष से पहले
ज़ोरों कि हवा में उलझ गयी थी मेरी लटें,
और सुलझाने के बहाने तुमने गालों को छुआ था मेरे,
हाँ, वो पल, वैसा ही है ,
मटमैला, चुरमुरा और अधूरा
पीले, चुरमुरे, रंगमिटे से
आज उनमे से एक पत्ता किताब के पन्नो के बीच मिल गया,
भूरा, चुरमुरा, अधूरा सा,
ठीक वैसा ही ठहरा जैसे वो पल ठहरा है जब बारिष से पहले
ज़ोरों कि हवा में उलझ गयी थी मेरी लटें,
और सुलझाने के बहाने तुमने गालों को छुआ था मेरे,
हाँ, वो पल, वैसा ही है ,
मटमैला, चुरमुरा और अधूरा
November 7, 2013
The Chronicles of my Paranoiac Heeds
I was hypnotized and I made a wish to be the slave of Satan. My desire was so strong that I could get easily persuaded, now I realize, the wish I made had given me pleasure-a-bubble. I am awakened. I saw the devil's real face.. He is horrible, I hate him.. But I chose to be his slave.. I made my choice. I am sorry beautiful life.. I was a slave to my desires.. Am a slave to devil..
~ The Chronicles of my Paranoiac Heeds..!
~ The Chronicles of my Paranoiac Heeds..!
Respect the scarcity
If you are too much available, you can never be respected. People judge/measure you by the money you earn and by your availability. A housewife spends her whole life to build a family, all her time is for her husband, kids and other members of the family, still I have seen in many families, housewives are less respected to the earning ones. Even their husbands take them lightly, intentionally or unintentionally humiliate them. Although I can say mentality has changed yet this is in human nature to RESPECT THE SCARCITY, easily available things never get high level maintenance. The only thing to achieve in life is the self-respect. Make sure you earn it.
