~~~~~RELAT 'I' ONSHIPS~~~~~~

                   FOR MANY …THIS MAY SOUND LIKE A CRAP……!

FOR FEW THIS MAY BRING YOU A 

NAP…...zzzzzz.!

still there is no end to my insanitY...!

In nature its obvious that we do have feelings and sexually get attracted to  the opposite gender.so nothing wrong in being  allured ,but how you are taking care of those attractions matters.

Flirting…loving….lust….extra martial affairs.....few unnamed  ……etc .sometimes these attractions lose their values and cross the bounds….ending up at women molestations.

Girls please don’t demand for your rights in roaming here and there, unless you are equipped with the strengths or techniques enough to safe yourselves on your hangouts. The physical beauty and weakness makes you people to be vulnerable for these beastly acts. One more point to mention is that gals can’t be captious about guys alone. The bedizen dressing not only catches their looks but also be a bait to their hooks. Guys ,involving in such crimes doesn’t hav any proper family relationships or sensibilities. Living in our current day society has become like going in rain without getting wet…….( nt kidding ).    

The united states of America is having women insecurity levels 8 times less than that of ours.so nothing wrong with the nation and to be frank nothing wrong with the people too……blame  Nature..! [:P].

  LOVE

Love is the only relationship which is a concoct of a varied feelings like Joy, Smile, Amae ( japanese word for satisfaction), headache, pestering, Ego and Jealousy .

Starting with JOY……one will be more happy and excited before proposing…..he/she will b thr at their disposal .Once if the other accepts their love then the joyous alacrity reaches cloud 9.Slowly enthusiasm fades out……but love remains. Craving for happiness is found later as mutual expectations are to be satisfied( THERE R EXCEPTIONS…….FEEL FREE TO PUT URSELF IN DAT ZONE comfortably ).

LOVE is an unknown feeling which veils up all other known feelings…!

Now as usually turning for the other side of the coin…….

WHEN WE LOVE SCOTCH WE LOVE TO HAVE IT ANYTIME……

ADDICTIONS ARE ALWAYS DESIRABLE INITIALLY BUT EARN TROUBLES LATER.!

LOVE IS A GREAT ADDICTION..!  

WE KNOE ,BUT STILL WE REFUSE TO ACCEPT IT..!

Few generalised complaints ……………(in active voice )

? 1. Always why it’s me calling you and why don’t YoU…?

I feel : If u r seriously in Love and you wanna talk…..why who calles whom matters to U..?                You wanna talk you call…….who knws may be the one on the other side can be waitng for ur call….or always thinking about urself…or….she/he doesn’t feel like calling u up…..let it be  NythinG…..if u wanna tak  call….!

?2. why your mobile always gives me a busy tone….wid whom r u talking….? ?

I feel : Y are u insecure…? ...if  your  love is so weak it  will be gone…..nd  loves of such kind are easily gets into oblivion. She can talk wid any of her friends……….and  dat can  be  about  You….who knws…?

Or even if  someone is also calling her up at d same tym even that fetches u a busy tone…dat myt also be a reason…….soo………chill Out !

?3.I ask you to do so many things but u never come up with any……y  don’t  u  love  me  properly…?

I feel : she might be a passive one…! Love is cnt  be materialistically measured. There might be a problem with ur  expectation levels….:P

?4.why you want to know evrythng about me….y don’t you give me my space..?

I feel : because she /he wants to knoe evrythng about u…….anythng abt u  interests her/him….!

If u don’t have anything to hide nd u r fair in urt relation then y it trouble u to  reveal urself…?

Its nt she/he pestering u ….its u  whose getting  irritated in order to escape …frm the time…!

?5.Why you cant come out with me….?  Y is it  like on this god damn(sry if blasphemy…:P ) earth

Its nly u keep busy  with ur relatives…..y cnt u spare sometime for me..?

I feel : who knws she  myt b really been busy……nd  she myt b that only rare one on this so called god damn earth to be always busy wid relatives..!

Why you go comparing with other people’s relationships  &  to imitate them ?

BuT  in LOVE  its obvious that ppl do really wanna spend time  together…………who knws what kind of pleasure one gets in looking into their loved eyes holding hands seated opposite ( few giggles…few goose bumps) ....few gt to experienced..! …..:P

LOVE  is to make lives more happy .

Keep loving till u sustain the feel and happiness…let LOVE nt be a burden because of the person whom u love or used to love..!

In tym travelling  u met him/her  first so u chose dem. If, in later days u find d same kind of person with those same habits , thoughts, fun and relationship values…or better than him then why don’t one loves dem too…?

What all u liked in someone…are there before u in other form……can also be more polished.

Having an internal craving and suppressing dat inward any satisfy your heart telling it some lame reason to skip him…?

LOVE  should  Bind u to be IN a Bond……..….nt a BOND shud BinD  LOVE in IT..!

LOVE has gt few responsibilities which are to be followed seriously……

TRUST

SHARING

ACCOUNTABILITY

 & ENTERTAINING …!

Initially one gotta question themselves whether they r quipped whid d following………its nt lyk u cant  LOVE……..but  U  cnt  make it a Proper one.!

Troubles, problems, quarrels and misunderstandings do come in love . When you got hurt by d others shouting its because u hurt dem before frm nt dng smthng expected so it exploded this way..!

( there are few psychos and maniacs……they r a great exceptions here :P ).

Quarrels do occur in order to sustain the happiness and to curb out the  misunderstandings…….

Voice  doesn’t  matter …at dat tym…take  the sense of those words..!

We Yell to Kill our Anger helL.!

“Because of u nly I got dis  anger…so I am sharing it wid u………Who elsz is  thr  for me….”

 It’s Not necessary to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend ……….but  dnt make it an Accessory  in jus having a relationship jus for sake of having one..!

If u cant control ur own life  then u have not gt any rights to control the lives of others in d veil of LOVE..!

LIFE AS WHEELS- a storY

                                                               

It’s 5.30 p.m.

Train running amid of lush green fields of paddy .Grains glowing with a golden hue as the sun is setting down to kiss the earth.

Meera  taking a sip from her  frothy Cappuccino reading Tolstoy seated in an Air-conditioned coach. Comfortably leaning back in her lounge ,legs cross legged .Straightened long loose hair falling onto her forehead every now and then .To her eyes the fields are serene and scenic .She lauds herself on her sensibility of aesthetic alacrity of her senses.

As the coach is comfortably cozy, the heat of the rocks , chilled breeze of the forests ,dripping rain drops from window grill and mosaics of mist on glasses are at absence. All alone in the train’s tranquility with few of her thoughts as  co-passengers.

Akila playing snakes and ladder with her cousin in the reserved coach searching her jute bag for few coins to buy some boiled peanuts. Akila’s costume s simple, as a cultural icon following all the so-called social etiquette. Her lifestyle wasn’t a chosen one it’s a standardised way, which she has been following sub-consciously. She is now 22 completed her degree in commerce a couple of years back, and going to marry in a year or so.

For her it doesn’t matter how aesthetic and serene the fields are , the philosophy or the so-called art of living. For her life is well defined with a combo pack of husband ,children ,kitchen and TV.    Let the earth stood still , doomsday ,Market trends, terrorism never ever seem to bother her.

ENVY you akila. She is amid of passengers who are discussing the day to day politics ,films and few crime sensationalisms. Few laughs few cries.

Durga with her months child in the general compartment holding the baby in one hand and the ceiling in other .the malnourished child is trying to pull out  the last tear drop from her small round hazelnut eyes .Durga was wrapped up in some old half torn saree, where she has managed  stitching few rags. Her husband left for town and hasn’t been home though it has passed a week. No one to care ,bare and bother her troubles ,she now headed to town in search of her missing husband.

Badra, Durga’s husband is a heavy boozer, in spite of not yielding a penny home ,every night he rips her back spilling blood out. The golden glow of grains made her tears to roll down her face .Her father’s small field got all burnt in front of her eyes being prey to envious neighbours.

She doesn’t need to know any statistics of Indian population . She is feeling all of it right inside the coach. Various hands touching here and there, creeping over her curves putting no end to the avarice lust. Neither she move, nor she leave her child, nor the ceiling, nor the train, nor her life. Not only her body, even her soul has become callous and got buried into deepest core of the planet earth .

       In the journey between Birth and Death, on the tracks where time runs on wheels ,it’s inevitable to jump out ,to accelerate or to hook back. Once born the life train goes on .The same fields churns out various feelings out of the three women. Durga’s tears roll down to curve up a smile on Meera’s glossy lips .Meera’s pity for Tolstoy’s protagonist ends up in her coach failing to reach out to Durga. Akila doesn’t even know why and where she is going. She lives her life without a pause and cause.

IT’s the same train, they are in but, their coaches differ to matter.

It’s the same world they are in but their conditions differ which matters…!

            
Life is Hard......we can change it......but  a lot pots of  determination nd will costs it..!  

This is nt a story  of   "Bethal -the ghost"...to pause your thoughts with a objective question.
this is a story of nt just three but....allmost all the lives of a countrY......!

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