Men and Women

Hi All

well recently there was a discussion with started in tea time at work and continued almost all day....and it hasn't ended yet...but all the "discussions" do not conclude anything



The topic started by a male colleague that I am a man and its so much better....
I mean..Helloo...Guys...Being a girl has its share of advantages that being a guy can never have..

1) I mean when we travel in crowded buses...we have men "sacrificing" their seats for us...No 1 gets up for you..

2) If we look at a guy and smile...we don't get dirty stares or a slap...U wanna try doin the same with a girl...do it...n temme the result

3) If...jus If..any man tries to be over friendly..and we raise our voices...we have 5-6 protectors standing for us outta nowhere and bashing up the poor guy...lolzz...i dun expect that scenario with you at all...

4) we got ppl to drop us home whateva the time is...

5) we get to leave work sooner than the 'men' coz we are 'females' ;-) (i love this)

6) we get more tax rebate

7) many clubs have FREE ENTRY for Girls :-)

8) we have the n number of choices for clothes...All u have is pants and shirts or mebbe tshirts (jus being nice)...

9) we dun have to buy a ring and go on the knees and propose anyone

10) We can hang on to stuffed animals even at the age of 30 and not look ridiculous..temme 1 man who sports his collection of Soft toys...we can even sport a collection of toy cars with the same enthusiasm

11) we can get lotsa work done with jus a smile....lolzzz

12) we can go shopping for hours with a man's credit card..but u cant do the same with ur girls credit card......

13) we can cry in front of a whole crowd and not look idiotic...men generally do not cry in public...

14) we can talk and talk and talk and talk.....and get away with it

15) we love gossips

Well...i do not say that being a man is not an advantage..there are to...

1) a man is free to roam around even at 2am
2) not many questions asked at home when u have to be out with friends
3) u dun think too much before dressing up for any occasion
4) u can pee anywhere, change clothes anywhere
5) ppl do not ogle at you
6) u can drink like a fish
7) u generally are not expected to learn to cook
8) ur surname doesn't change after marriage
9) u don't get pregnant


Goshh....i am not able to think for men more.....Men vs Women and seems the Women are winning...I would to get help from u guy to know any more advantage for WOMEN and MEN...

Sholay Revamped

This weird thought cropped up in my head early in the morning when i was kidding around with dad..
what if we have a Sholay type scenario in playschool..say Jr.Kg

Our Hero-Veeru Veeru's best friend-Jai (Same building,Same school bus)
Our Heroine-Vasanti oppps Basanti (Veeru and Jai's Classmate)
Our mausiji-Vasanti's best friend Prerna (Fat Jr.Kg Classmate)
Our Gabbar-Bosco (Sr.Kg Kid)
Our Rocking Toy Horse in Jr.Kg Class-Dhanno

Scene 1:
Veeru meets Basanti

1st day in school...Naughty Veeru enters the class...sees Vasanti wooopps.. Basanti on a toy rocking horse a.k.a Dhanno at the end of the class..

Veeru: Jai, Is ghodi pe dil aagaya...
Vasanti: meleko kyu dekh raha hai? Yuki meleo meli mummy Vachanti boliti hai..mele na book ka label bhi bhi Vachanti hai
Veeru: Tumhara naam kya hai..
Jai: Tumala naam kya hai bachanti..
Veeru: badi pyari ghodi hai
Jai: Bahut saari ghodiya hai...
Veeru smiles...

Scene ends


Scene 2:
Veeru on the tank scene
Our Jr.Kg Veeru on the top of stack of benches with a Pikachu water bottle in his hand..

Veeru: Classwalo...ye jo Bachanti hai na pink frock wali..isko meine aaja ek eclair diya tha....par iski vo khadus Prerna, vo eclair kha gai...so I udi maring...

Class-kids: Nahi veeru udi mat maar..pleezzzzz..Sab bottle ka pani gir jayegaa

Veeru: When I udi maring..pappa comin..pappa coming..teacher taking prerna to princi..in princi room prerna crying and crying and crying

Kids to Prerna: jaldi bol de tune eclair nahi khaya..Princi room very danger..haahh sachi mei
Prerna: *frightened* Veeru meine eclair nahi khaya..Mother promise...niche aa jaa pleezzz...
Veeru: Abbee jaa jhooti..meine dekha tha...muje to meri bachanti se sunna hai..k tune nahi khaya
Bachanti: Veeru neechu aa... I give u eclair...come no..down..we play chupa-chupi

Veeru: Classwalo...Bachanti givin muje eclair..jumpna cancel..

Teacher enters, Veeru falls... aailaa mei gir gaya..bachao...

Scene ends

Scene 3:
Gabbar to Kalia scene
Our villan Bosco to his mates

Bosco: Kitne bachhe the
Kalu: 2 sarkar..dono same building..and same bus bhi..

Bosco: Vo Jr.Kg aur tum Sr.Kg..fir bhi laut aaye khali hath..kya socha Bosco bhuka rehga
Kalu: aapka mera tiffin khalo sarkar
Bosco: Bosco tiffin khaing...teeno bhuka rehing..bahut nainsafi hai...jaao..jo pehle tiffin leke ayega...dekhte hai aaj bosco kiska tiffin kahyega....Mummy Papa K Bachhon...jaao id bench pe chado

All three start climbing and crying....Bosco starts laffing loud..All the other Sr.Kg kids start lafing too..
Bosco tries to push 1 kid..but kid doesnt fall.."Bach gaya mota"
Bosco tries to push 2nd kid "ye bhi bach gaya"
Boso to kalu: "Mummy ne kya bola kalu"
Kalu: "meine aapka kellogs khaya sarkar..."
Bosco: "hmmm...ab dhakkha kha.."

Bosco and all other kids start laffing...

Bosco runs and pushes the 3 kids off the bench
"Jo Darr gaya samjo gir gaya"

Scene ends

Scene 3:
Gabbar kidnaps Basanti and Veeru is tied up
Bosco finds Veeru in the recess...and pulls him outta the class

Vasanti oops Basanti sees this and comes out too...

Bosco to Basanti: "Tu class dance mei meri partner hai na...chal nach ke dikha chamiya"
Veeru: "Bachanti, in bowbow's k samne mat nachna..especially is doberman k sath tobilkul nahi bachnti"
Bosco: " Jab tak hum partners rahenge tab tak tu nachegi....partnership tooti...ye veeru gaya"
Bachanti: "iiyaaaaooooo..muje doggies se darrr lagta hai...veeelu...dobelman kidal hai....mummaaa...."

Veeru sighs..Bosco sighs...n moves away

Veeru and Bosco become friends and finish school happily ever after...

Scene ends

Dumb na.....hahaha

The Dark Nights

This poem was made at the middle of the night...




As I lay here in my room
No sign of light or life..
All I can see is the dark night
Everything looks different in the dark
Sometimes I imagine that things that are standing still are moving
And they are not; it is only in my mind
The dark sometimes can be frightening
The dark is like an evil spell
Sometimes I imagine ghosts and spirits around
I imagine Soft whispers amidst the silence
No one around, still I hear voices
But the silence so peaceful that tears the heart
I look back a 1000 times to see if anyone is standing behind
But thanks god no one is here
Only the sound of my breath I hear
Hell.. am 25 and still intimidated by dark...
Good, that no one knows that I still am a frightened kid at heart


Yea..I am hell scared of the dark...

---Deepa

1 Moment of Destiny

THIS IS TOTALLY AN IMAGINARY BLOG ANY RESEMBLANCE TO THE A SITUATION SAME OR SIMILAR MAY JUST BE COINCIDENTAL




He way lying there alone, not knowing where he is. He is still dazed and confused as to what is going on around him. Nothing is really makin sense. the weird smell..lots of unfamiliar faces...His last memory was of him on a bike with his friend on the highway...Its Nishant's Birthday and they were going really fast to meet him..
He had just opened his eyes to a white ceiling above him, green curtain floating near him..People moving swiftly..All seems to be very weird..that's when he hears a woman's voice..he strains his eyes to see to whom is she addressing to..he sees her talking to his friend who seems to have a worried look on his face..he feels lost..He starts panicking on what he hears next..He hears the woman say "Your friend? has been calling for you ever since..By the way..his hand..its gone"..These words make hm go hysterical..He starts screaming..Nothing seems real anymore..He is not able to remember anything as to how he reached here..It feels like a nightmare and he wants to get outa this place...he tries hard to look at his hand..but is not able to see anything..He looks harder and sees his hand wrapped up in something..is shirt is smeared with blood...His pants are torn..The tears are stung in his eyes..He feels no pain..He is not able to cry...he frantically looks around for some hope...Just then the green curtain moves and he seens his friend with whom he was on the bike lying next to him with a sorry look in his eyes..
He hears his friend standing next to him and saying that he had met with an accident...It was as if time had stopped..That is when he gives out a loud wail..A wail of despair..A wail of helplessness..A wail of losing something very precious...
2 men looking like doctors come near him.they talk something that is not audible to him..they unwrap the bandage like thing from his hand and say..."the hand is badly injured but is till there"..He is not able to know what to say or do..he wants to smile..he wants to cry..he wanted to believe...That moment he saw hope...He saw life..He saw God

1 moment changed him forever........1 moment of death...1 moment of life...1 moment of smile...1 moment of tear...1 moment of hope...1 moment of destiny

never waste any opportunity to thank God for whatever he has given you, who knows someday those prayers may really be answered when you need them the most.


---Deepa

Silver Jubliee Blues

Hi All

Am writing here coz am scared..period




I am like 1 week away from my Birthday..generally I'm like super excited almost a month before my birthday itself..i love my birthdays..I announce it to everyone..but this year is kinda different..this birthday is scaring the hell outta me.. this birthday am gonna turn 25..its gonna me my silver jubilee birthday and the number 25 makes me feel real old...am already getting jitters...I wanna run off and hide under ma bed...or mebbe jus turn back time if possible stop it for a while...
I am gonna be a woman...not a girl anymore..I will supposedly be an adult..and will have to behave more mature...This thing is scaring me to death
Im confident..I speak to the clients as if i have a Googled info of my company products...I travel like a hippy..I manage ma accounts..Shitt..I mus be really old to do all this all by maself...
Ohh my..now I will have the "Quarter-Life crisis"...
I have wasted ma 24 years doing nothng constructive..I do not have a own house..or a car..I have a bank balance that sucks..My job pays me peanuts...I am not married...My life is gone..Am screwed...
I will have wrinkles...the kids will start calling me "Aunty"...I will have no sense of the new trends...
I can sense the changes already..the people who used to all me baby have started sayin either madam or bhenji...now they wil start calling me bhabhiji or worse auntyji....nooooo..nahiiii...bachaooooo
I worry about bills...EMI's..insurances..taxes...I'm doomed

I wanna get back to school preferably Jr.kg or mebbe a play school
Me thinks me gonna have a serious nervous breakdown..

Yelllppppppppp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone helppp me.....

Shit scared...trembling-------Old Me ( Btw Y am i smiling...)..Guess its a part n Parcel of 25..(not to know when to potray what kinda emotion)

Is this the end?

Hi All

This poem is specially for someone who has been with me as my Best friend, actually much more than a best friend for more than 3 years.But, suddenly for the past 4 months he has stopped talking to me completely, and recently he revealed that he jus used me since he had no other girl in his life, now that girls have started floating in he doesn't need me anymore. All I ever wanted to tell him that he means a lot to me, I miss him way too much and I love him for everything I have had..




I want to know the truth if nothing more
Even if it's bound to make me cry alone
Was it me or was there someone else?
We were best friends,
we even promised
I didn't know it would come to this
The choice between our friendship or nothing
Did I mean anything to you?
You meant a lot to me
You deserved everything I said to you
It wasn't mean, but it should hve hurt you too
Now you're saying you want to be friends or nothing
I still have your messages,
I still remember the friendship day
I still have that dried rose
All the memories safe with me
But you carry on like it was already the end
You left me alone and never turned back
Is it all really over, I need to know soon
So I can try to move on with life, just like you
But I don't think I can ever do...
Please come back, I swear to God that I need you

Aakhir Bye Bye to a decade Welcome 2010

Hi Gurls guys and everyone else...



First of All Happy New year too All of You..Hope your 2010 started with a blast..and a nice new year resolution (dun ask me coz i neva make one..well am jus too confused to make one)..with a nice party and a hangover....hmmm....

Exactly a year back i wrote a blog for welcoming 2009..this is the link for it..
http://deepar85.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-2008hello-2009.html

I was reading it myself and wondered so much has changed in 365 days...damnn for once I and my blog grew up..we kinda became a bit mature (we do swing to emotional crappies sometimes..but that is human)

The world saw a lotsa changes...We were hit by recession...Huge Finance tycoon leimann bros crashed and went bankrupt early this year...many companies were shut down..many people were laid off..many people didnt get a job...uffff....thats with the finance part
then we were hit by swine flu a.k.a piggy flu...it was supposedly originated somewhere in texas..(i still wonder what people did with the pigs to spread this deadly virus around the world..its was kinda funny to roam around the streets with that weird looking mask...
Then in the movie world or the celeb world we lost our music legend Michael Jackson..God Bless his soul..
Then we had the weirdest possible reality shows on brides n grooms (grouse and intolerable)
Ahhh....and my favorite part...I have got hooked to Facebook....and almost bid an adieu to orkut (i still am in orkut..jus guest appearance)
I am addicted to Farmville, PetVille in Facebook..I jus seem to get enough of my farm..its makes me go frantic when i feel that ma crops will wither off..i get desperate to harvest them (Dun gimme that look..i still have a kid deepa living in me)
Otherwise personally Ma 2009 was like mixed...good..bad..okok..very bad...very good..naah..none of these words suit..Ma mommy is searching for prospective groom...I got rejected by 13 so-called prospective guys...i almost got hitched to 1 but then I cried outta that one...
Ma best friend has stopped speaking to me..1 one my crushes stopped acknowledging my presence..
I have become whole n soul committed to my bank balance..relationships do not intrest me anymore (damnn wat am i sayin)..
Lotsa ma girl pals got married this year...n a few even have babies....*sheeshhh*
Ohh yea...I gotta a new job (applause) and my seat is bang opposite to the door from where i get to see lotsa hunky sailors *tch tch*..I have become smarter...wiser..n i have started watching my diet ( i do tend to indulge sometimes) and yea..i have started doin some cardios (for the 1st time in ma life).ohh yea...n I have stopped boozing and swearing...Am a good gurl now...Guess too much of I me myself..


Well now, goin back to the past..i mean 1 year back I was so hmmm different...I did stick to my resolutions "I do not have anyone in ma life" "I do not want love" "I am single""I did fuck crap outta ma life" well i didnt exactly live upto my last two resolutions "i did cry""i was almost treated like a doormat"..but that was long back....

Uffff......Guess that would be enough bore...Hope this year happens to be good...
Hope the same with you all too


Love
Deepa

A Single Girl's Prayer

Hi folks

Its the Holiday Season and people are praying to the Lord to fulfill their wishes for the coming year...Somewhere amidst so many prayers there is a Single girl who wants her wishes to be fulfilled this year...Eyes Closed...Kneeling Down...wearing an old ragged shorts and t-shirt

Dear God

grant me the serenity to sit through a date without cringing,

Give me courage to walk out on a delicious bad-boy

Present me with the wisdom to keep looking.

Now when I lay myself to sleep

I pray for a man who is not a creep

One who is handsome, smart and strong

And not afraid to admit when he is wrong

I pray that he is gainfully employed

Who won’t lose his cool on me when he is annoyed

I pray that he love me to no end and never ever compare me to my best friend

A man who would love my cooking better than his mother

Send me a man who would make love to my mind

Thank you in advance and now I jus wait,

For I know you will send him before its too late

Damnn it..I was planning to write a blog but this is turning to be a poetic saga….but that is that..as long as my prayers are answered….

---------> Praying: Deepa

My Speed, My race, My Dream, My Fantasy

Hi Everyone,

THIS IS STRICTLY AN IMAGINARY STORY

The script starts in a simple neighborhood, with a very simple looking girl going for work in the morning waving to her mother, father and a half-sleepy brother. She works all day but by the night this girl changes into something that is not very simple in her fantasy world.

She has a dream to make it into the man’s world of machine especially race cars. Even in her dreams she hears the roaring sounds of engines n sees hydraulics around with her on the driver seat and one hand on the steering wheel n the other on the gear, with police sirens around and and a mystical look in her eyes as she drives right past through them in blasting speed.

She dreams about her turbocharged car having hide-away neoned license plate, her name on the headrest “DEE-VA”, red suede leather on the roof, high back seats, glow interiors, NOS tank in the back, military radar in the car grille, performance camshafts and cylinder head porting, also valve timing, camshaft timer, and volume of music that the speakers can handle that gives her more thrill to pass the bikers who think girls can’t ride all she says to herself “yo, boys, lemme show ya whos the boss”…She knows she cannot be caught by fool who think they can..before they could start their engine, *poof* she is gone

People just stare when she drives around, men wanna race but can’t keep with her on the 5^th gear…when she is in action..speed is her fantasy..

Then there goes a sound *wrrrrrriiiinnnnngggggggggg* and the alarm goes on…its 7am and back to work

Living in the fantasy worlds is jus awesome.. I love it *wink*

-----> Deepa

SIW (Single Independent Woman)

Hi Gurls...actually Hi Single Gurls

I was thinking its real nice to be single...now that i am in peace with myself..it feels awesum to be single...mebbe that is what triggered this post

I am an SIW (Single Independent Woman)





I heard a saying “Some women are not meant to be tamed..”..
Guess that is tha category I come from.. But i don’t need a shining star…I m no delicate darling…And i don’t wanna be rescued..I seriously don’t need a frog or a charming prince..I am what the hep world loves to be “Single and Happy”

We got no one to worry about..No one to demand an explanation when the phone is “Waiting” at 12am..The best advantage of being single is the attention that gets showered from all the directions..and you know you are worth every bit of it *wink wink*

I mean who likes to be tagged as “his girl”…We would rather be called as “me”..
I am the kinda person who has been single like all ma life…n there are many out there like me…and we sure rock..A few things that I feel are the advantages of Single is like total independence..This may sound dumb..

All ma time is mine..See lemme explain
… If you are a single woman, You can pick up and go anywhere you want, anytime you want. You may occasionally feel that you have too much empty time on your hands, but you can fill that time any way that you want without anyone making remarks at you.
If you are single, you can take full advantage of every day that you can spare. From weekend jaunts to summer resort vacations, this is the time in your life when you can best afford to get away. All your time is yours..


Ma money is all mine… Money is meant to be enjoyed.. You can splurge every penny you earn on yourself without bothering bout gifting anyone anything..indulge yourself without guiltof “not” shopping for the “partner”

There is a lotta learning too for a SIW..You see.. being single you know that you have no one to help the “Damsel in distress”..SO..jus go ahead
.. trust yourself handle things on your own; have your car serviced to dealing with home repair emergencies..to protecting yourself.. Through this process, you will learn how capable you truly are.

This is somehow my favorite part of this blog..its like the ultimate the biggest advantage to being a single woman. You have the unique opportunity to mold and shape your life and pursue your dreams. There are no reasons to settle for second-best and no one else is depending on the choices that you make. Even if your ultimate goal is to marry and settle down, you might as well get your own life in place first. So go for the brass ring and shoot for the stars. Create the life that you want for yourself and then, if you want one, find a partner who will fit into that life...Damn...do i sound matured or wat.... *tch tch*

Damn…”Singlesome is awesome”..I know a lotta them agree wimme…

Adiozz
Take Care
Keep Smiling

---Deepa