Ah Woman

This is a short story my brother sent me sometime back. I am bringing this story here for all of you even though I found it so heart-breaking. The story illustrates how we loose our awareness in fits of rage for things that do not really matter. While dad was polishing his new car, his four year old son picked up a stone and scratched a few lines on the side of his car. The father seeing this got so furious that in anger he took the child's hand and hit it several times, not realising that he was using a wrench. At the hospital, his child asked, "dad when will my fingers grow back?" Dad was so hurt. He went back now to hit his car and kicked it many times. Exhausted he sat back and his eyes fell on the scratches. Coming close he saw....his son had written, Dad I love you.... How can we forget that people are meant to be loved and things are meant to be used. What a tragedy it is that people are being used and things are being loved.

Act I, sc i Enter jyotsana (hidden behind the curtains hudson and robin) Friends, Romans, countrymen (never mind if you are neither of these) just lend me your ears(and your eyes as well) that will do I am fresh and back from a short vacation to Maharashtra I gleefully read with glutton all the comments you put in there on my last post what ho! I am also back to talk about a woman in particular god forbid it’s a man in particular of infinite charms O mistake me not friends for the Comedy of Errors I am hitherto a blogger but here is my Shakespeare Good bloggers take heart after my last two posts on love stories do not you misjudge me that I deviate from my sole purpose but do confess here i my own love affair with the man called Shakespeare and the turbulence within of the most horrid kind ever since my ears heard of the controversies raged By John Hudson and Robin P. Williams who mistake him for some Amelia Bassano or Countess of Pembroke A foolish thought to utter O the effect of Mid...

This is me and that is you and in the chasm is the dream wrote a woman once of her relationship with the man she loved and lived with. Some love stories reverberate like hymns in this universe. Love is a spiritual force in itself since it is a part of the inner world. In terms of events it happens between two people in a particular time and space but its fragrance spreads across time and space both. Amrita-imroz A love Story is a contemporary love legend which Penguin India brought to the world. It is best described not as a story of a woman or a man but a biography of a love story penned by Uma Trilok who was fortunate enough to spend some precious moments with the lovers just before Amrita left her body on October 31, 2005 at the age of 86. Being a Reiki and Pranik healer, the writer formed close ties with Amrita and Imroz and what came out is a book which is so soothing that it takes you to yourself. Love is a word which carries a halo around itself when used as a word. Ironically ...

Thirteen years back I had seen Allahabad Fort built by Emperor Akbar in 1583 A.D which stands erect even today except in those places probably the zenana which are very near to Yamuna where it has sunken in. This is the area which Akbar had designed especially for his wife Jodha. The windows of the side where this rajput princess often stayed face Yamuna, a river worshipped especially by people who worship Krishna. The architecture was in such a way that that the river used to flow inside the fort touching the walls of her palace so that she did not have to go out but could bathe right in the river staying in her palace named as Jodhabai Palace. When I saw it for the first time I was very young then… my mind full of romances waiting to be lived…it had brought a smile to my face… I thought that’s the way it is between every man and woman on this earth. Life teaches otherwise. To fall in love is easy…to be in love for a lifetime is more often a dream. It was a thinking out of box when A...

There was a time I must confess when I did not want to become a mother. I wondered why people were over populating this beautiful earth. I always felt that people should bring babies from the orphanage and love them as their own which is something I feel for even today. Why have surrogate mothers, why have cousins or relatives reproduce for you when there are so many in the world waiting for you. Destiny however chooses its own course. Six years back I became mamma to my beautiful daughter. Six years back I became mamma to every child. And then gradually as my heart melted for any child whom I knew or knew not, it dawned to me why motherhood is so important a milestone in the journey of a woman as a woman. Some women give birth to a number of children and never become mothers. Some women never conceive never give birth to a single child and are mothers in every sense of the word. Motherhood does not seem to be a word coined for women who merely become instruments in the hands of nature...

hi all of you i felt that i should be writing to all my friends who visit me here and sometimes leave with a feeling that i have something against men. No my dear friends nothings brewing or simmering in my heart against this fascinating species. women i love them just as much as you do. of course brutalities against any-one brings tears to my eyes and against women and children bleeds my heart even more. writing about it is the least i can do. and i never said that we dont need them. in deep love the relationship between a man and a woman is like that between the sky and the earth, the sun and the light, the flower and the fragrance. but i wish every man and woman could feel this way for each other at least once in their life. love all of you. and yes i pray that men could feel with as much sensitivity. A(h)men.

Valentine’s Day is around the corner. This earth is such a lovely place to be. And love is just the right thing to happen to anybody. Here’s a small note for you love birds. The home that I chose For you and me Has no doors Neither the walls It’s just a space A clear blue sky Between you and me And the brown earth beneath Ah a world of fragrance, sights and sounds Fill our senses And melt into silences You and I.

to every woman i know Did you see this picture of a "single woman" on Mars recently? Alone amongst rocks in a surrounding that looks like a desert. And still seems to be having a good time!! I met this woman tod ay. All of 35 years. Sparkling. Smart. And best she says “single”. She looked very happy and herself. She was celebrating her divorce-ary. Divorce-ary! Well that’s a new word in a woman’s dictionary these days. With marriage vows going sour as fast as you pronounced them and ‘all over’ on issues like…….well you didn’t know how to squeeze the tooth-paste from the tube, it isn’t a grave matter anymore. So is she the woman dumped by her husband, the abandoned wife? Huh? Just blessed enough to be left alone to her SELF. That’s the way my friend described herself. Single Woman- In control of her destiny. Gone are those days when a single woman was seen as lonely, distraught, miserable. Fussy, Frustrated, Finished. Today she is into a new avatar of a smarter, savvier and ...

Stop blaming the parents for female foeticide. A world without a single woman is what you fear? It shall be so one day. I read a news item that said that there's a new Japanese game which has penetrated even the remote cities of India which is about how to rape a woman. It can be played by a number of men together. Here a woman can be seen as screaming for help, trying to protect herself in vain while the men can strip her clothes and do as they wish. I wondered sometime back on Mumbai outrage and the irksome irresponsible comment of the police official who said that it was a little matter . A little matter that two women are attacked and molested by a mob of forty men. Everyday one hears of female infants being raped and killed by men as old as fifty. Is this the civilisation we are proud of? Is this a world worth living? Why blame the parents who kill the foetus in the womb. At least they shall kill them with more love than bring them up lovingly and see them killed by a pack of...