Motherhood issues #womenissues

While motherhood has its own joys, women world-wide struggle with many complications after becoming mothers. Here is another doodle with motherhood issues this time

Sometimes we complain that our mothers worry a lot. We must realize it started from the day we were born and this habit of hers has protected us till we became independent and grown up.  Be patient to her, she has gone through a lot while bringing us up. 

P.S. : To Hindi-poetry lovers, long time back I posted a poem on mother-daughter relationship.titled Anubhuti. 

Anubhuti in English means a realization, a feeling of experiencing something. If you like poetry, you may like it too.

A lesson from my Grandma

Nani (my grandma) always taught my mother never to look down and talk low of others. One's inconsideration and self-pride can anytime turn those blessings that one has into distress. She had a few real life stories behind her teachings that had strengthened our faith in karma and imbibed good values in us.  Today I am sharing one such story I heard as a kid about her neighbors. 

Before I narrate her story, I would like to remind my readers about Indian desperation for a male child over female. While a bride is worshiped as Goddess Lakshmi (the goddess of material possessions), a daughter was (and is still in some parts of India) considered to be a liability and stigma on the manhood of a father. Sons on the other hand have been seen as successors of the family, the name takers. Hence in many orthodox families having sons was (is) the matter of pride. 

When my nani was a child, having two younger sisters and no brother yet, her neighbor used to boast about having sons. He, filled with pride, talked aloud about how fortunate he was with 3 sons and how unkind God was to those who have none. Nani’s mother (my great-grandma) never paid heed to him and advised her daughters to turn deaf to his blustering. She always focused on the education of her daughters and treated them as a blessing from almighty. 

As time passed, she became mother again twice and both were sons. Life went on, and neighbor still had this habit of looking down at these three daughters, but none of them ever said anything to him. All five kids grew up with decent lives to look forward with respectable careers.  On the other hand the haughty and arrogant neighbor witnessed a tragic life. 

His eldest son developed mental retardation (reason unknown) and one night ran away from home to be never found again. The second son died in a car accident. The third one lived a very mediocre life with many struggles and never got married.

No one among us knows our future, how worthy or terrible our lives are going to be. Hence before judging or making derogatory remarks on somebody out of superiority, one should always think about the uncertainty life brings to us at each step.

A happy life can only be enjoyed by the kind people having good virtue.

What do you think? Do you believe in Karma? Do you know any such stories? 

Images from google

Bypassing the Broken Yesterday...

She loves to relish the fine beautiful patterns the artists create using their vast color palettes depicting a story on each canvas. It was her another evening in such an exhibition, when her long forgotten friend approached her with a warm hello. She in return gave her a dazed look at first followed by a nod and a sallow smile. Somewhere she didn't want to accept the fact that finally they both met. Until now she remembered nothing of past, or else she pretended to. But after looking at that face she remembered every single element from the gone years and her miseries thereafter. She could recollect the times when she was burning in dearth of opportunities to pay her back for stabbing at her back, for taking away the love of her life, for those degraded morals she’d shown to her despite knowing every inch of her heart.

Now when she was standing before her, she had no clue what to do with her. Trusting her back seemed foolishness and plotting revenge was pointless now. Still after she thought she had moved on, there was a part of her that wasn’t satisfied yet. They say time heals all wounds, but in her case wounds took a backseat for a while with passing time. She wasn't over with the gone affair.

“How are you?”

“Thanks for asking, I am very fine”, her tone was soaked in arrogance. She was about to depart from unpleasantness when she grabbed her arm.

"So you haven't forgotten and forgiven me yet?" Sensing a tension between them she brought up the topic.

"Does it matter?” She never had any intention to forgive her ever.

"I am sorry, trust me I don't know how it happened!"

"Trust is a strong word for you. Forget it. I hope you both are doing well!"

"I don’t know about him", she continued, "a year later, he left me for somebody else, may be that gives you peace. May be that was what I deserved for the sin I committed. For all these years, I haven’t slept well. The guilt inside me is not letting me to. I want to confess it to somebody, to tell someone of what I did. But a fear that I will lose my pals, relatives or may be trust of strangers never let the words break out from my mouth. I couldn't share anything with anyone. One mistake and a burdened life, I don’t know how to take it further."

She listened to her. Her eyes all dried up with no sign of empathy, her heart seemed hard like a rock. Words fell on her but couldn't soften her stern face.

She continued, with a shaky voice, her throat filled up with penance, telling her how bad she feels, how blind she became, how worst their relationship was, how miserable her life had been. Her eyes were begging for a forgiveness. And She was listening to all this mutely. And after a while her mind started running faster than a blink of an eye.

'Why there is so much anger in me, mostly for her and not for him. He was the man of lose morals too’, She thought to herself, ‘why his mistakes should be forgotten when he purposefully got involved with my best friend. May be because we have often heard of the stories of men leaving us- women, for the greener pastures; that is when our best friends stand by our side giving us a shoulder to cry. No family, no one else knows us inside out like a friend knows. After we are done with crying and cursing part, there are only friends who force us to smile and live on!! I had none. I was abandoned by both love and friendship and was left alone and by myself in the dark.' That time she wanted to die or run away from the world around her but chose to live and fight the fake sympathy of people who knew her story, who gossiped behind her. And she survived successfully.

"You know how it feels when your trust is broken from both the sides you rely on the most? Hush! Don't say another word, because you can never know!"

They both were quiet for a while. Both of their eyes meeting with each-others. One’s were dry lost in deep contemplation, perplexed with change of emotions inside her while latter one's were wet in repentance. She further thought, while she couldn't overcome the infidelity by love and friendship, the lady standing before her couldn't find tranquility in the marsh of guilt and betrayal too.

After ages of high and low tides, her mind was calm. "I forgive you. Past should not affect our lives.", she smiled weakly."

"Thank you." A tear rolled down from her eyes, "Thank you so much. I will never give you another chance to complain."

"Please don’t expect a reunion from me. I can’t. I can only tell you I have no more grudges. I can only wish you good luck for your life." And she left from there, while her friend was staring at her flustered at first but with serenity in her eyes, later on.

Both of them had faced the outcomes of loving a wrong man. When she was thinking only she couldn’t move on from that shock, unable to trust people much in her life, unable to rely on one single person with all her secrets and missing that special feeling for somebody. She was successful but isolated and lonely inside. Now she was tranquilized, thoughtful, forgiving, stronger, and ready to take up next step in her life- ready to give love another chance. She was once again ready to trust people with friendship. A little curiosity budded inside her, how that man must be now, but for a while. She didn’t care much about past anymore. After all, that was an experience which made her stronger and visionary…

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The Regrets

“What is the biggest regret in your life?” a friend probed me.
I said “nothing.”
“Really?” he was astounded.
"I did take my chances, I did fail too. I stood up again. Isn’t it how life should be? Why should I have regrets?”
He knew I wasn't wrong!
I thought further. The things we did in our lives were exactly the ones that we wanted to do at one point of time. Repercussions, good or bad, are ours. Then why do we need to hold remorse or guilt for our own actions. Why is there a need to recall our impulsive actions, failed dreams and aspirations or lack of hard work throughout our lives? We all are accountable for our lives and mistakes we make. We may repent for the chances we didn’t take but why to repent for long. I may have regretted for knowing someone or may have regretted for not working hard, or putting myself in vulnerable positions, but the regrets came and went. None lasted for long. Rather than repenting- we can either work hard or we can be glad that we gave our best shot for what we believed in. Or at least did what we felt is right and suitable for ourselves. Or may be try once again without leading a reproachful life. Looking at bigger picture or being optimist- it might also be possible that we have dodged some bigger accidents by missing on a few things. As they say put your all efforts on what you believe in and then have faith-‘whatever happens, happens for good…”

R is for Regret, on April 21
A to Z Challenge.

Read my guest post on Shine Kapoor's blog on Right Age.

Blunders

We all have some blunder moments in our lives. I am sharing ten real life incidences taken from my surroundings here with a hope that they will make you smile:

B is for Blunders, on April  2,
A-to-Z-Challenge

नगाड़ेवाला

एक आदमी कब से खड़ा
नगाड़ा बजा रहा है
शायद बाहर मुझे बुला रहा है
मैं अभी गहरी नींद में हूँ
मुझ तक उसकी हर आवाज़ आ रही है
पर आँखें किसी सपने को
बहुत देर से चबा रहीं हैं

वह कुछ देर और चीखता है
बेबस होकर फिर थोडा झींकता है
मैं, अब भी अन्दर बंद हूँ
खुद को महफूज़ महसूस करते हुए
इस शोर से कभी कभी तंग हूँ

यहाँ अन्दर एक सांझ ढल रही है
कालिमां गहराती हुई आगे बढ़ रही है
इस कालिमां के ख़त्म होने पर
कुछ बेबस चलती बातों के कहीं खोने पर
मैं फिर जाउंगी बाहर
पता नहीं तब दिन होगा या होगी रात
कैसे होंगे वहाँ के हालात
क्या नगाड़ेवाला तब भी वहाँ खड़ा होगा
या निशानी के लिए बस एक नगाड़ा पड़ा होगा

मैं फिर कुछ देर सोचती हूँ
पर एक जकड़न महसूस करते हुए
खुद को भीतर रोकती हूँ..

Marriages in India- Arranged or Love?

Marriage is one of the most important steps in our lives that decides our long term happiness. However, with one wrong move it can turn out to be total blunder. As I said before in one of my early posts, marriage is all about growing old together. It is believed people who are married tend to be happier than those living alone.

“Marriage is a gamble.”

Years ago one of my friends said it over a discussion.  He was right. You can fall for the right person or else you can fall in a trap. Trap, for instance may be marrying somebody who is in love with you for all the wrong reasons, or who thinks you will be a great thing at home, one can meanwhile explore the world and one’s options, when you are in so much love with him/her. Or else somebody who was denied of love marriage and was emotionally blackmailed by one's parents to take a step further for the guy of their choice. (They always feel they have seen the world more than their kids.) The only thing that sometimes they don’t know is they saw the world during their times and we are living in our times. My mom says this is an old age all time problem between parents and children. (Thank God, my parents are cool!). I heard one really pathetic case where the families of both knew each other and girl and boy were in courtship for one year. After marriage the girl ran away with someone else.

Marriage is certainly a game of gamble, irrespective of any theme- arranged or love.

Both have their own pros and cons. Being in Indian society caste, culture, traditions still hold priority and people marrying from different castes and religions are normally not appreciated and approved by parents and extended families.  So while the decision of marriage should be of the ones who are actually marrying, in reality the decision involves the approval of the whole clan, family, extended family, society etc. more than that of the main protagonists.

We never know when we will fall in love. It can happen today tomorrow or any day till we die. So while everybody talks about what are the boons I would go for the risks factors or banes involved in Arranged marriages or Love marriages.

 

Envision:

1. In love marriages, relatives are on your nerves, judging you on the basis of your choice, parents fearing what our child will be thought of by others (yes even in today’s era there are parents who fear that.)
While in Arranged marriages, relatives and parents are on your nerves, worrying about your Marriage Expiry Date ( it is a term I have recently invented). So when you’ll deny some good proposals (according to them) you’ll be given some not so good options (according to everybody else’s standards) to compromise before there is an Expiry Date. Of course next lot is of divorcees and widows/ers after that.

“Make the hay while sun shines.”

We all have read this and understand the deep meaning behind it now.

2. In Love marriages, nothing else may be according to you ( your family’s) standards except the girl/boy! (You know once you two will start a new life, you’ll be the one putting in all your efforts to make everything else will fall in place.)
In arranged marriages, everyone ensures you make minimum compromise, though probability of you falling in love with the girl/boy presented before you between so many options is low, one fears about chemistry and understanding with the other person.

3. You may end up making a wrong choice in arranged marriage, knowing that the person you married is in love with someone else. Or worst scenario, the guy you married has fallen in love with a girl at his work place. Poof!!!! You are out of picture!
On the other hand, you may end up in loss of feelings in love marriage after knowing the person you married is no more same and your expectations (over)may lead you into frustrations and feelings of denial.

4. Since, our Indian society is still not very open, one is forced to decide about a guy/girl without much conversations in few initial meetings. Your trust may be broken after learning a few things your spouse did not tell you or lied to you before the alliance. Wait a minute…. It happens in love marriages too –False promises, false claims, false hopes!

5. Because in Indian society one is ought to live with the whole family and not just with a girl or a boy, in love marriages, you may crave for acceptance by other family members. Belonging to different family settings may give you another nervous breakdown as the expectations from you are more. Parents would want to prove their little girl’s/boy’s choice wrong, they feel s/he is still not matured enough.

6. In some family settings, arranged marriages mean dowry. The family that can bid more for your son is the family that wins your son for their daughter. Boys feel proud knowing their worth in monetary terms, and girls like the purchasing power of their parents. Why shouldn’t they be proud, their parents have bought the best one for them? Love takes a secondary position in such cases.

Conclusion: Summing up what I heard, saw and learned the alliances of both types have their own charm and curse.  There are some screwed up love marriages and some very successful arranged marriages in the family and friends.  It’s all about your destiny.  Belonging from both the worlds, where my own parents had sort of love marriage and I, most probably, am  going to have the arranged (-cum love), I can only say one thing, “Let the fruit ripened with patience, endurance, respect for each other’s views and efforts to understand.  “

In the end it’s about the one who can make you fall in love over and over again. We are here to celebrate life, let’s do it!

P.S. Love marriage or arranged marriage- decision should be yours. If you are of marriageable age, you should be matured enough to decide about what is wrong and right for you. So that you wont blame someone else for your screwed up life.

P.S. Post your views, if you have any on the same. Or else votes of approval will also make the effort worthwhile. All the best to the ones who are going to tie the knot! 

Colorful

I was white
A colorless soul
when I was born
Some said new life is green
Time passed by
I glided along
Happenings happened
I had been painted on
Some painted me black

removed it with white
giving me grey

Some gave me red
saying love is blind
I went through blues
then I got lots of hues
Now they call me colorful
Who else could remain dull
Spreading the enchantment
I realized
Life is now complete
When before I was only a plain white...
 

Tomorrow...

A day when we'll realize our dreams, do what we want to. A day when somebody in a dire need for money will win a lottery; a guy at a beer bar will get a free beer; someone will get back one's love; the couple who have been working day and night will pay off all their bills; a man who has been saving for the day will enjoy all his savings; a critically ill guy will get well. A day when system will change, life will change; a day when we will fulfill all our responsibilities and live a free, untangled life or as some say a day when we all will die .

Tomorrow is a day that no one has ever seen or been into, but we all fear, worry, plan, dream and live for it.
"...though Tomorrow never comes."

तुम और मैं

बस एक ज़िक्र तुम्हारा
सब पर ज़ाहिर
दबी मुस्कराहट हमारी,

बस एक झलक तुम्हारी
सब पर ज़ाहिर
बेचैनी हमारी

बस एक नज़र तुम्हारी
और शर्म से झुकी
निगाहें हमारी....

The Elusive Dreams...

As a child the dreams were easy to see. Some were as small as dreaming of getting a doll or a toy car, and some were as big as finding a fairy in a white dress with those two large wings and flying high with her. Both dreams had a big difference, one was close to reality and other had no connection with it. One could possibly be achieved, other was lived forever in a hope to be achieved. Where the former got fulfilled, latter was beautifully lived without regretting or bothering if it will be realized someday. Both were different but both had contentment, a tranquility and a joy of living the different worlds and were lived without a fail, a repent or a sorrow.

One day we started growing up. And the world started shrinking in our minds restricting our fictional wisdom with its facts and figures, the dreams now got closer to reality. When as a child only dreaming mattered, now making that dream come true was the motto.. When dreams, were not transformed in reality now, we were torned, the trust vanished, the hopes broke!

As a child it was a dream to pluck the stars from sky, or holding that moon with a thread to stop it from falling down during the day, finding a white pony with wings if not fairy, or finding a chocolate bearing tree, is now that elusive dream that has no meaning, irrespective of how beautiful one had thought of even being a child...
A friend rightly said a few days back, "when u grow up its hard to bridge up the gap between reality and dreams."

Lying idle under the sky
With you besides
When as a child plucking
Those stars was all i dreamt of
Now holding your hand
Is all i want to
I used to pray for a fairy before
To take me on the worldly ride
Now you give me
my invisible wings for a lifetime flight....

Matrimony-II

The Stranger

I looked behind. There he was, standing. I knew him from the days when he was not a stranger to me, I knew the exact count of his breath in a day. Not much time has passed but he looks like a stranger now. I am still the same, his face hasn't changed either but there is a peculiar uniqueness to it. Time has changed. The old times are getting older I realized. Letters and photographs can be buried but how to fix up the memories. And I still meet him alone at the back of my mind. I meet him every day but today this is not him but a stranger standing before me.

He queried " how are you?" and shook hands with me.

I suddenly went back in time when he had hugged me and I thought about the love he had for me but somewhere deep inside my heart, I heard him saying "don't go away" and not "stay here with me". That made the difference. The feeling lacked in love but was filled with caution and fear. My mind absconded for hours and days trying to find out the answer "does he really love me?".

There he said again: "how the things have been with you?"

I tried to control the big tides inside me and said " it’s a pleasure to see you here. Thanks I am doing good, how are you?"

He smiled. but the smile, the smile was still somewhere same that I loved to see the most on his face along with some sparkle, I believe, I left to him to help him live and not fear.

He asked "what are you doing these days? still enjoying your life or have gotten yourself into some serious stuff?"

I remember the last time when I tried hard to agree on everything he said and put great effort to make all my "No" into "yes". He tried same as well. But this is not a sketchbook where one can paint everything as one wishes to. And hence even if we looked alike, we were different from each other. And we both understand this well now.

I smiled back, and said: "I still enjoy Laughing badly and crying easily." we both laughed together.

"I am getting late for somewhere. I have to rush now." I uttered. The words spoken were less but their burden inside was much. Nothing much was said and done.

I walked away but fell at a distance, he suddenly moved his foot forward but a stranger helped me in getting up. He turned back and walked away and I took my way.

Tonight, while lying on bed, I realized I was living in an era passed way back. It is the time and the destiny that make people meet and leave, that create gap and fill it as well. A person who was so dear to me before, looked a total stranger today and a stranger seemed more friendly. The pillow is still wet, but I let the tears fall down forever!

Every end is not unhappy, this is the right time to move on...

10 Reasons Logical/ Illogical On Why People Leave You!

There are only two reasons on why you want a person to stay with you. One is your Ego and the other is love and attachment.

However there can be multiple reasons on why people go away. Follow up the ones from the list below and take your pick. (Note : if you have any better reason, don't hesitate to add on to the list. You are most Welcome.)


1. They Fail To Understand You.
2. They Fail To understand Themselves When They are With You.
3. You Fail To Understand Them.
5. Over Cribbing, Over complaining and BOooM it's OVERRRR!!!
6. God's Wish, Sometimes He Rings The Bell. TING TING TING... TIMES UP!
7. The Environment around you including social, ecological, demographic, political, economic, historic, civic, Hush Hush Hush!!!
8. Lack Of co-ordination i.e. opinions, priorities and lifestyles mismatch and hence you fail to respect each others freedom/view points.
9. Damn it! they found someone smarter!!
10. Oops Nature's Call. If you wait, they'll come back soon. LOL

P.S. Explain them all possible reasons to stay and to leave in their interest and may the best reason win.

4. If you are wondering where is the 4th point, it means you are over analytical and over critical.
For the ones who have not noticed it, it shows that you have lack of attention and hence you know the reason.

All The Best :P

HapPy BlOgGing :)

Just have a lil patience.......

“Have a lil patience” – how often have we heard it? How astoundingly easy it seems but when I think deeper and dig myself and people around me and their lives to understand it, I sometimes fail to understand its true worth. Patience is one word which is on the lips of everyone but in the heart of only a few. When I think about myself in this context, I too find myself amongst the pupils attending patience classes, trying to master one of my subjects of life but often fail in my own eyes.

Patience is a war with your own self, a tiresome brainstorming session with your own values, beliefs and thoughts in difficult circumstances. Patience is the art of facing difficulties especially long term with endurance without losing your head or getting upset or disturbed. Many people feel they have been keeping it and when you actually peep into their soul, you find a big hole in it from where patience is leaking a great deal. Yeah it takes a long time and great deal of patience to learn patience. At times you will find yourself sitting on the fire and spectators enjoying the show and simultaneously scoring you on your patience. It seems so easy to say “be patient”, but always ask somebody who has been practicing it since ages but has broken it recently. All teachings, learnings and practicing just vanish in a split second.
Even the rocks near a river keep patience but slowly turn into soil with constant hits. “When I keep it you lose it, when you keep it I panic, when we both keep it we lose time and when none of us keep it we lose a relation”. All we still want and crave for is patience. Being like a rock, waiting for our temperaments to get retarded, we keep ourselves patient. Sometimes we lose it because of our weaknesses and some times we lose it with lots of interferences in our lives. We sometimes want to be heard and understood and, we lose it because we get consoling words and possible solutions without being understood. Not everything can be solved today, but can be taken care of and kept in for tomorrow. We need to have patience. We lose it with difference in attitudes and natures and understandings. We lose it when people are judgmental, with perhaps, their limited knowledge of facts and figures.

I was discussing the term “Patience” with a friend yesterday. And I have been told that we lose it because we think we are mature, when we are not in certain cases. True!! And if we look at it with another perspective, we can also say it might be possible that other person is not mature enough to understand our wants and needs. We lose it when we are being doubted for our decisions about our lives, when people themselves hate others intervening in theirs.

Sometimes our constant failures compel us to surrender ourselves and our so called patience, be it failures in relationships or careers. So keeping patience with broad thinking is easy, but keeping patience otherwise is a tough game to play. Too much of criticism and too much of optimism kills patience. And with the so called loss of patience, some things like anger, frustration, detachment and violence shine and love, understanding, trust vanish. Elongated practice of Patience kills patience. Being silent is the only way out to fight impatience and being joyful is the only key to have a healthy and stable mind when you are practicing patience. Live it in your way. Be patient to you, even if it’s a war with yourself, just try to win it. And when you can’t, give your black emotions out and keep patience again!! :-)

10 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU!!

1. I love it when you take extra care of me and pamper me to make me smile.
2. I love it when you hug me and tell me how important i am for you in your life.
3. I love it when you tease me hard and try to make me blush..
4. I love it when you confide in me and leave me with your email account logged-in and let me be mischeveous with your friends.
5. I simmmmply love the compliments from you about my smile or my cheerful nature or the way i look. (although i lovvvve variety in compliments..)

6. I love the way you start complaining to each and every member in the family, when I look low. And scold me when i make my self islolated.

7. I love the Gifts from you, that makes me feel more special and makes me believe that you remembered me.

8. I love your cheerful voice that makes my day, and make others around you cheerful too.

9. I love to see your confused reaction over my deeds. You are irritated and happy both.

10. I love everything about you, that holds us together, makes this life wonderful each day..

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!!

1. I Hate it when you fail to make me laugh, or fail to laugh on my jokes. (I try harrrrrd to add humour).
2. I hate it when you become too negative after facing small problems and start ignoring the wonderful upcoming days. Don't worry you will find some better problems in life to get depressed on. So now wake up and cheer up!!3. I hate your lack of confidence in life.4. I hate it when you fail to trust and express yourself before others and keep important things to yourself.5. I hate the way you fail to do what you want to worrying about what others will think of it.
6. I hate the lack of LIFE in you.
7. I hate the way you don't enjoy small joys of life, waiting for BIG ones to approach,ruining some of the important and most wonderful moments.8. I hate the way you make others around you unhappy because of the lack of enthusiasm in you.
9. I hate your serious nature, pretending to be someone you are not.
10. I hate it when you don't smile and enjoy my company...

Black Emotions

We all have negative and positive side of us.. As normally they show in cartoons two avtars of a same character comes out from nowhere, one angel looking and another devil. And its totally on us as who we choose to be like.. Sometimes bad things are too tempting that good ones are totally ignored and lose their value. So now y am i writing all such stuff... As because here i want to divert our minds to the darker side of us that we sometimes enjoy.. Dark doesn't necessarily mean bad but can also means secretive.. A hidden side which has been hidden there since long, and we prefer to keep it in dark without any light there, as because before the world we want to be known by our white selves and not the black ones..
I personally feel its very difficult to be good all times.. and to be open and non secretive.. We all have something or other to hide, to act bad for.. At times we feel nice to hurt somebody who has done something bad to us or our loved ones.. We are emotionally so tormented at that time that sometimes we end up thinking how to give that person worst possible loss. I think there is no harm in just being negative sometimes. We respire and we perspire Our body throws out that we dont need.. Why we care so much in throwing bad emotions out of us.. Sometimes giving out these emotions makes us feel nice and light.. Many psychatrists give tips to hurt people back who have hurt you as to get yourself out of derpression and humiliation you are going through So in a nutshell all i wanted to say here is that its not always bad to be bad, sometimes its really good to be bad.. It helps us from not being fake. It helps us to give out our anger. It helps us in our difficult times. It gives us attitude to fight back with much anger and wrath. It helps us to be away from depression.. So sometimes being black helps too, where being white fails to.. :)

Understanding Love

What is love? Some one has said "Love is something that distinguishes a man from an animal." Love is something that makes us humans. Still love sometimes compells us doing worst to ourselves and to the people around us. More deaths take place because of love than hatred. Love makes us strong yet it makes us weak. It makes us human yet it at times reveal hidden demon inside us. It contributes to our success yet at times it pushes us to our destruction. So in a nutshell love is something that brings out real me or real you. Our hidden selves. Love is the most powerful emotion that can make or break us.