Today I came across a friend accouncing

Why he should be the Blogger of the Year in Fropper.

He said 
the mirror on the wall will inform

the person whether he/she is

Blogger of the year at Fropper.

So I decided to check my chances. Took leave from office saying urgent work, Then went to market and bought a well finished shining 6ft X 2ft mirror. With the help of carpenter, fixed it to the wall in my bed room. Sent out all my family members who were unable to get the idea why I got sudden interest in that big size mirror? OK…I was alone in the room, in front of the mirror.

I asked the mirror

“Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who’s the Blogger of the Year now?”

Waited for its reply. It didn’t utter a word. Waited for few minutes thinking it may be in thinking process. Yeah…to recollect those lakhs of Fropperites and selecting one among them may be difficult even for that mirror. Oops…even after 10 mins, I could not hear its reply. So, repeated my question once again.

“Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who’s the Blogger of the Year now?”

Even now I didn’t get the reply. But after watching the mirror for long time, I realized my over weight. May be it was laughing at my over weight rather than answering my question. I can’t bear any one commenting on my weight even it is mirror. So, said cut-iff to the mirror and started thinking on this award winning chances.


Wow…then I came to know about

another friend Nargis's awareness on

Who could be the Blogger of the Year.

Immediately contacted her.

But alas she said that

Person’s name includes the letter T.

Huh…I do not have T in Sneha.

My all hopes went to dust bin, my eyes filled with tears, almost ready to cry. Looking at my ready to collapse state, Nargis suggested this.

Sneha…No Problem.

Add T to your name like SnehaT.

Then you too get the chances of winning the race.

That’s it. Tears evaporated to air and face turned to smiles generated by hope developed in me regarding winning chances of Blogger of the Year award. I said Thanks to Nargis and came home.

Now I am SnehaT.

When I reached home, my family members were waiting to ask the mirror reason. I decided not to hide any thing from them. So, explained every thing. They too became excited. My mother told me that my neighbor Ramani knows some rules to follow to achieve success. Immediately I visited Ramani. After hearing my problem, she came to my home and checked every thing. My PC is in the study room. Above the PC, on the wall, long time back, I fixed Water Fall scenery which has got 3D effect. Whenever I look at it, I experience water falling in that area. Along with it, that music of water fall gives the real experience of water fall in the house. It gives me lot of relaxation. But, Ramani declared to remove it from that place. She said

“Water fall indicates fall in Status.

So, it should not be at that place.

As long as it is there, you will not get

Any chance of Blogger of the Year”


To tell you the fact, initially it was in my bed room. But, with this Ramani’s advice, I shifted it to this study room. At that time she said

“Water fall indicates fall in the Love Life.

So, it should not be placed in the bed room.

As long as it is there, you couple will

not enjoy the love cum sex life”


I decided to recommend the English dictionary people to remove this word FALL from the dictionary. Then, I contacted our Electronic Engineer to change the WATER FALL to WATER RISE. Believe me…its true.

Now, with music,

The water is rising over to Hill.

So, it is WATER RISE.

Ramani also nodded her head with appreciation because 
WATER RISE will RISE my status.

So, dear friends…

No need of breaking your heads.

I have WATER RISE at Home.

Soooooo

I, SnehaT, will be the winner in

Blogger of the Year Contest.


Sneha

PS: Some time back I wrote it at another site at the time of Blogger of year contest. Sharing here to bring smiles to all of you. 

Those were my childhood days. I was born and brought up in a remote village Reddiahpalem located on banks of river Godavari in East Godavari District of Andhra Pradesh. My father was an elementary school teacher. That elementary school was the only school in our village. Around 150 houses in total and all were hut like things except our Karanam Simhadri naidu gari bungalow. Very rich and commanding person in our village. Whenever he comes in any street, every one used to stand up and wish him politely. This is only back drop of my story. Main story is different from what you are thinking. It starts now.

In our school Karanam’s son Seshadri Naidu also a student and that too he was my class mate. He was medium in color but has got wonderful features. He comes to school with well pressed dress, shining shoes, a gold chain and two gold finger rings. As our parents respected his father, we respected Seshu (Seshadri Naidu). We all eagerly waited to play with Seshu. No need to tell you how I looked like at that age. I was very thin, pale personality. My dress represented status of elementary school teacher. We used to buy one new dress per year. All other schoolmates, except Seshu, were also of similar or less to my status. Seshu always preferred to take me into his group for playing. Reason may be I was school teacher’s daughter. After every festival he used to bring lots of home made sweets and distributed to all classmates, for me one sweet extra.

Slowly we grew up to high school level. Every day used to go to high school in the near by big village. To reach that school we used to walk for 5 Kms on one way. Seshu used to come in a well decorated bullock cart. Some times he gave me a chance to travel with him. Even though I played with him, traveled in his bullock cart, I was afraid of speaking freely with him. Reason may be he was Karanam’s son. But teenage brought some changes in me, unknowingly started liking him. He became my dream hero.

To my bad luck, my father got transfer to Hyderabad and settled and retired here. We never visited that village again. But Seshu was in my thoughts always. Several times I felt Seshu hugging me and kissing me. After completing Engineering in electronics and communications engineering I got married to Ram, a software engineer working in US. After marriage I became resident of US and became mother of two college going kids. But in all these years I never forgot Seshu. He turned to my romantic hero Sashank and played several duets with me in my articles which got very good appreciation from readers.

In these 20 years stay in US, I came to India hardly for 4 times, every time with my family members and with very busy schedule of roaming India and visiting all relatives and temples. This time I alone came India to attend the marriage function of my elder sister’s daughter. Ram was busy with meetings and children were busy with their exams. After marriage was over, I visited all relatives as usual. Then found some leisure time. In that time my unsuppressed desire of seeing Seshu once came out and provoked me to visit that village again.

When I mentioned the name of Reddiahpalem, my sister said our father’s friend cum co-teacher Narayana Rao Master is still there. In that way I prepared my sister to accompany me to that village. Visiting that village after 30 years, I experienced lot of excitement. But to my surprise that village was still in the same poor state, may be my very advanced US life didn’t allow me appreciate the changes. Only changes I observed were huts turning to concrete houses, and concrete roads formed with bus facility. 

Got down the bus and started walking into the village, here and there asking. On the way we stopped at a tea stall to take tea with a plan was to enquire the address of Narayana Rao master’s residence. While sipping tea, my sister began the discussion with the tea shop owner and announced who we are. Some old people recognized us and recollected those olden days. Young boys looked at us with curiosity. While this discussion was going on, we heard shouts. Looked in that direction.

There was small crowd. People were shouting at a middle aged man. He was very dark, with pot belly and bald head. It seems due to heavy drinking habit, his face was swollen with blood red eyes. He was not silent. He was making nuisance by calling every one with unbearable vulgar language. His teeth were also red, may be he chews pan regularly. Unable to stand up straight, his clothes were very dirty. First time I observed how alcohol ruins a person. I got irritation to look at that person. Meanwhile my sister asked others who that person is. What they said shattered all my dreams. 

They said he is Seshadri Naidu. They said “he didn’t complete schooling. Didn’t learn how to work and earn money. Just enjoyed the money earned by his father and addicted to all bad habits in this world. After his father’s death he spent ancestors’ properties just like water and turned to this state. His wife works in a mill and feeds this dirty rogue.” After hearing all these words a tear dropped from my eye indicating the pain in my heart over shattered dreams on my romantic hero Sashank alias Seshu alias Seshadri Naidu. Not knowing what is happening in me, my sister felt that I was frightened by that sight of quarrelling and took me away from that place. 

Sneha

See…my stupidity. When I read Fropper asking us to write about Best Friend, I became emotional and started writing on one friend. Stopped in the middle and started writing on another friend but stopped in the middle again.
What to do?...I could not identify who is my best friend 
and who is not.
I can only identify who entered my friendship garden long time back and who entered recently.
No doubt…I shared my personal details with those 
who entered long time back and I met them also.
Now they are my family friends.
 I am proud to introduce them to the world as my friends.
Are they only my Best Friends?
This is the dilemma because the friends who entered my friendship garden very recently will also come to know who I am and may meet me in real world and may turn to family friends. It is only the time that matters.

So Every One is Best Friend or No One is Best Friend.
Oops…let me cut this tail BEST.
Now all are friends. That’s it.

Now let me quickly mention few names of friends who are active in Fropper and say Hi to me now and then.

Shekar56…this boy is ever smiling fellow. I think by mistake his parents kept his name Shekar. It should be Sri Krishna because he carries that ever lasting smile. I don’t hesitate to call him even if I get a doubt on meaning of English word.

KingBullsRing…Serious thinker. I call him Red Bull because he likes RED T-SHIRT. We rarely interact because I love articles on Romance and he likes to write articles on How to clean the dirt in this world. At the same time I admire his writings. Now and then he shares laughs over my fun filled articles.

MARKIV14…I gave him the nick name SANYASI. Believe me when I read his article on nun traveling in a train thinking of suicide, this boy giving advice and she followed. There he mentioned that she listened to his words carefully because she was convinced by his cloths and the people who came to give send off. I imagined Sanyansi and Syshyas in Saffron colored clothes. Didn’t get even a mild idea of army people. Now he is Sanyasi and I am his Syshya. If I say how romantic this weather is!, he says “Yeah...very romantic. Wish to go for walk with my black-golden hair darling doggy”.
Oops…it is impossible to change this boy.

BrainyBakra…I met him in a funny situation. I visited Sanyasi’s zone one day to hit him. I have the great quality of reading other scraps before me writing one.  There I found this Bakra inviting Sanyasi to read his blog on his enemy doggy. Bakra…I got laugh because in our state we use the word Bakra to tease a person after making him fool by some means. First time I entered male zone without invitation. There I found feats of Bakra to save himself and his car from a little puppy. I simply call him Bakra without any hesitation. Initial days of his friendship, I was in full confusion. He says more often “Love U soooooo much.” But whenever I say some funny thing, he brings Padma as his shielding cover. Several times I felt “Is he thinking me running after him?” If God permits I wish to meet Padma to convey this shielding story. He cries even for the death of a character in a story. Very rare Bakra he is!

Hey friends…
now I am getting sleep I will write about others later.

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY TO ALL OF YOU!
Sneha

My friend,

I am feeling very much depressed by the wild behavior and hurting comments of the people surrounding me. I never understand why they are behaving that much wild on me. I never did any thing harm to any one. In fact I always tried to help the people in need. I know my problem. I can’t eliminate it. I know no one can help me. But, at least they can behave as good citizens by not hurting with their comments. You don’t know how much pain I am experiencing due to odd behavior of surrounding people. My friend let me share my story. I hope at least you can understand me properly and become a good friend to me.

I am Sagar, born to traditional parents. My father is working as an officer in a Government office. My mother works as a teacher in a public school. She never comes out of home without performing Archana (puja). It became a habit for me to spend few minutes in our pooja room while my mother performs archana.

I was very normal child. I am one among three children. I have good relationships with my elder brother and younger sister. Until I reached teenage every thing was fine in my life. But, when I was 14 year old boy, I found some changes in me which forced me experience sexual feelings. Felt happy by rubbing those parts which helped me feel happy. I don’t know whether that was right or wrong. Don’t even know whether all boys get such feelings in that young age.

Later slowly I found my self getting curiosity on observing others. But here I faced the problem. I didn’t get the curiosity in observing girls in my class. Instead I got interest in boys. My brother was three years elder to me. He had a girl friend. He used to write poems on her. He used to teach me mathematics. I felt several times to touch him and to hug him. But, was very much afraid because if he gets angry he may punish me severely and complain it to parents. In that way I struggled a lot to keep myself away from my brother and class boys.

I got good rank and joined in a prestigious regional engineering college. As it was in another city, I joined in the college hostel. There I came in friendship with Raghu, my classmate. I realized that Raghu also facing the same problem like me. We discussed our problems and decided to help each other. Whenever I was with Raghu, I felt happy. I don’t think it was love. Don’t know how people define love. I enjoyed his touch and his hug. Raghu shifted to my room and we enjoyed sex the way wished to have. Our friends used to comment us as couple. We never felt bad on those comments.

Actual problem we faced is after completing our engineering course. We both waited until we get the selection into the same reputed company. Against our parents’ opposition, we took an apartment and started living together. Slowly people started commenting on us in a hurting manner. What wrong we did I never understand. We both know that we are having this defect in our creation. As we understand each other in a better way, we decided to live together life long. My parents cried and asked me not to enter their home. They started saying to the society that they have only two children. They gave this reason “if we say about you, your sister will not get a good boy for marriage.” My brother stopped interacting with me. Raghu also faced the same sort of problems at home. Our owner told us to vacate the apartment. He told the reason the remaining apartment people complained him. I never understand what wrong we did. We both are healthy persons. Contacted doctors for cure and did not succeed in it. We behaved very politely with the surrounding men and women. We are not goondas or terrorists. We don’t have plans to throw bombs on innocent people to get devilish pleasure. We are normal as any other human being. We have the abnormality in sexual desires. We are not rapists or dacoits. We are living our own lives, not interfering with others’ lives. Then, why these people interfere into our lives and behave wildly by treating us as not worthy for living? What wrong we did? Can’t they try to understand our problem and treat us as they treat others?

My friend…I shared my story to you not for getting Sympathy. I shared it to you thinking at least u can try to understand us.

Sagar,
A Gay.

It happened when I was in B. Tech 3rd year. We were four girls stayed in that spacious university hostel room. In those days we always preferred to stay with other branch students because if classmates are room mates, they may come to know the secrecy of our preparation for good score in exams and may come for competition in ranking. Not only that, they may come competition to our boy friends too. This thinking was present in every student of the campus. So, every one was happy with other branch students as room mates. In that way Anuradha, IT student became my room mate.

One fine sun day I was preparing notes. Observed Anu (Anuradha) doing some thing. I didn’t care first, serious in preparing notes. Other two room mates went out with visitors. After an hour preparation, I looked up for relaxation. To my surprise Anu was still doing some thing which I could not understand even a bit. I observed her carefully. She was referring a paper and doing some physical movements. I felt those movements like the steps of the song… 

ONE TWO CHA CHA CHA
THREE FOUR CHA CHA CHA

I asked her what it is. Then, she told me about this SOFT KISS which I am sharing with you all.

Anu said “Sneha, you know I am in love with my senior Prashant. He is also showing interest in me. Yesterday he proposed for kissing. I felt very happy. But instead of kissing immediately, he gave this program and told me to prepare perfectly as per the program. Then only he will kiss me.”

I was in utter confusion “program for what?”
She said “program for how to kiss.”
It was a great shock to me. Until that time I didn’t know prior preparation is required for kissing and there exists a program on how to kiss.
Anu asked me “Sneha…if you are not preparing notes now, please help me for some time. I am unable to practice while reading the steps in that program.”
I nodded my head with curiosity to see what is there in that program. I am placing that program as it is. 

********************************************
file Name: SOFTKISS.c 
Interface: result() returns a wonderful kissing experience.
Using: Use high heel shoes, via GirlHeight() sub-program.
Input: Reads an expression from this program and practice.
Output: The result of the practice makes you suitable for kissing experience.

After reading this I lifted my head with full of astonishment.
Controlled my laugh, I said “Anu…it seems Prashant is genius. He wrote INPUT and OUTPUT in kissing experience.”
But Anu was very nervous and was doing that
ONE TWO CHA CHA CHA
THREE FOUR CHA CHA CHA
She said with sad face “I am unable to perform this step.”

Huh… I looked into paper to see what is there next.

Send errors to Prashant (B. Tech (IT)-4th year) based on practical difficulties.

My face became thousand watt bulb. “WOW Anu…You can reject this program by saying your practical difficulties.”

But she was still in the sad mood and told “Read next”

Note: Already experimented on several girls by my friends and got BEST results.

“Oops. It seems this Prashant got cent percent marks in C-programs.” I thought I felt it but unknowingly said it aloud.
Anu reacted immediately with happy face “Exactly Sneha, he got 100% marks in Programming languages.”
She asked me with wide opened eyes “How do you know Sneha?”
I got pity on myself. Anu came near me and lifted my chin and said “Please…Please…Please Sneha. Please Help, I wish to have Soft Kiss experience tomorrow.”

No way to escape. So prepared my mind to read the program and help my friend Anu. So, I started reading every step of the program aloud.

*******************************************
#include <Wear Sari> /* For Sexy appearance */

Immediately Anu ran to her cup-board and brought pink color chiffon sari which she got as birth day presentation from her parents.
I said “Good selection.”
She felt happy and kept it back.

#include <Take Head bath> /* To avoid irritation by oily hair. */

Anu showed new Shampoo bottle which she bought in the morning.
I nodded my head positively.

#include <Use mouth freshener> /* Fragrance of mouth freshener encourages man to kiss*/

Anu showed not one but a dozen mouth freshener chewing gums.
I raised my eye brows in appreciation to her preparation.


If I go like this, it may kill my precious time. Thinking in that way I jumped to the important program part where Anu needs my assistance.

for 1 to 10 seconds
     {
       take deep breath;
     }
End 

Anu told me to check time and announce after 10 seconds.
Immediately Anu took deep breath for 10 seconds. I nodded but entered into thoughts “what is this? Do we need deep breathing exercise in kissing?”
In the middle of my thoughts I heard Anu’s cry “Sneha…TIME”.
I came to this world and checked my watch. Oops 25 seconds.
Huh…its impossible for me to announce these timings. So told her “Anu…at the kissing scene I will not be present to announce time na. So, count slowly one, two, three upto ten. Tenth digit indicates 10th second”.
“Yeah…that’s great” she accepted happily.

for 11 to 15 seconds
      {
        stretch your right hand;
        Take out mouth freshener;
      }
     for 16 to 40 seconds
           {
             Chew the mouth freshener;
           }
    End
End

Now without my guidance Anu practiced this step with her silent counting method. Even after 50th second she didn’t do which I wished. She was staring at me for next instruction.
I asked her “where did you throw that chewed thing.”
“He didn’t write that step, at the time of kissing we should not feel inconvenient. So, swallowed it.”
OMG…I didn’t know that this much difficulty exists in kissing episode.

while (mouth is fresh and time is less than 80 seconds)
       {
         Take two steps back
         Take two steps forward
         Bend back a little.
         if (you feel comfortable)
             {
               Touch your man’s hand; 
               Tell him u r ready;
             }
      else
             {
               Take your hand bag;
               And Get Lost;
             }
end 

I didn't read other details of this program and its sub programs, told Anu I have got urgent assignment to finish. I was frightened by this program to such an extent, leave what happened on the next day between Anu and Prashant, I never asked her but took decision to be 10 feet away from software engineers.  Even now if I hear any one introducing himself as software engineer, automatically my mind directs me to keep a 10 feet distance. 

Sneha

Dreamt of life as a bed of roses.
But what happened in reality?
Adjacent thorns scratched my body
Now I am afraid even to touch a rose.

Dreamt of sleeping on grassy bed
But what happened in reality?
Hidden snakes in the grass made me run
Now I am afraid even to think on grass.

Dreamt of pure world around me
But what happened in reality?
Jackals behind smiling masks frightened me
Now I am afraid even to think on world. 


Now I am unable to sleep peacefully
Hard realities haunting me restlessly
O' Mother nature, take me into your lap
let me sleep forgetting thorns, snakes and jackals






















In that peaceful sleep, let me enter a world
where I can make rain bow as my cradle, 
where I tease my friends with funny riddles, 
and where all my good dreams come true .

In that peaceful sleep, let me enter a world
where no thorns exist around roses,
snakes never harm and disturb my sleep
and humanity prevails everywhere. 

Sneha

It happened several years back. On that day, all political parties called for Bharat bandh. As we were working in a private company attended the company. But management had taken decision at 1PM and declared holiday for the afternoon session. In that way we got half-holiday all of a sudden. After finishing lunch we came out of the company. No pre-plans. One of my friends in the same section suggested going for Cinema. I don’t like films because I can’t bear those horrible sounds in the theatre on the name of DT sound system. So I asked him to check the news paper for any cultural activities in the city.
After referring all the pages he found a news item at the corner of the last page saying Painting exhibition by Sri Ram in Ravindra Bharati. We all decided to attend it as it is better than torture of cinema.

To my surprise I found moderately large gathering in the exhibition hall. Paintings were also awesome. Another surprise was that painter was not old man. May be around 30 years. He was explaining his art to some group. He wore white kurta pyjama, more than 6ft height, fair and moderately built personality. 
That is not what attracted me. Those flaw less smile and peace spreading eyes are very rare in the common men. I was thinking in that way and forgot that I was staring at him. 
Suddenly I heard his voice very near by. Came to this world. 
He was with our group and asked me “Shall I share my thoughts on this painting?” 
“Yeah…sure” I said covering my confusion. 
He smiled and explained that modern art in which we can separate 10 different faces. Until he said no one of our group recognized it. 
We said “Hats off to your talent in modern art”. Later some body told us that he got several national and international prizes on paintings. Oops…painting is not cricket to have publicity.

My management sent me to Delhi to attend a 15 day advanced course on chip design. All were unknown faces, so felt little bit uneasy. In the lunch time I heard same manly voice which touched me in the art exhibition. Turned back. Yes…he was Shree with the same mesmerizing smile. “How are you Sneha?” 
I felt happy over known person there but got really confused over his presence in chip design course. 
He misunderstood my confusion and said “I am Sri Ram. We met three months back at painting exhibition in Ravindra Bharathi.” 
With the same confused face I said “I know but you…here!!!”
This time he laughed “I am a chip designer in Broadcom. My management sent me to learn some thing new here.” 
“Oh…I see. I thought you were full time painter” I too shared laughs. 
“Of course…becoming full time painter is my ambition”. 
Within few minutes we became friends. 
Later I found him giving a lecture to us on chip design as a part of training session.

In that duration of 15 days I felt some thing strange happening in me which I never experienced before. My inner self started forcing me to be in his company more and more. I gave a thought over it and found these reasons.
• He never showed his male superiority in any one of our conversations.
• In friendly group discussions, he gave importance to hearing and appreciating others’ views.
• He never entered into arguments, never raised his voice and never showed arrogance even though he was experienced chip designer and quite popular in art too. That’s the main reason all became friends to him.
• He takes care even in little things like opening the car/lift door and asking me to enter and closing the door after that. This care on me made me feel closer to him.

One day we all went for site seeing. There all men participated in swimming. When I found him with wet clothes experienced some thing happening in me. Hair on his chest made my heart reaching the throat. Within minutes he came with another dress but I was in the same trance of turn on for several hours.

Later we returned to Hyderabad and kept in regular touch. Even in his absence I started feeling him very near by. That smiling face, peaceful eyes, neat behavior…every thing started occupying my mind and turning me on always. I realized that presence of person is not required…for a woman, thought of her man whom she loves is enough to make her turn on.

One day when we met in the evening, he asked “shall we leave every thing and live near the nature?”
I could not understand what he was saying.
Looking at my confused face he said “I decided to leave this job and live in Dieu and Daman island very near to the nature. Take your own time and decide.”
Immediately I closed his lips with my fingers and said “I am ready.”
He kissed those fingers and said “but your parents never agree for this proposal. You can’t get the luxuries what you are having now. No car, no bungalow, no TV, no cinemas, no job, no money. With my painting works I can earn some thing which may be sufficient up to solving the food problem.”
I said “I am ready. Take me wherever you want.”
He smiled and said “I am going for official meeting at Delhi tomorrow. Meet you after a week.”
I nodded and realized that he gave that gap for me to cross check my decision.

He returned after a week and met me in the evening. 
Before him saying anything I said “I packed my luggage. When are we moving?”
He hugged me. We informed our parents. 
As he said both side parents objected and gave so many lectures. Advised us to marry and enjoy life by settling in the same fast growing chip design field.
We said “NO” and resigned to our posts and reached Dieu and Daman. 

He made a tent at the edge of fishers’ colony. We slept on the sand. 
Next day fisher men and women gathered around us. He explained them his decision. 
We said “we provide education to your children. Just give us some space here.” 
They overwhelmed with that proposal. Immediately we gathered children and told them few inspirational stories. 
Fisher men and women helped in building a small hut and gathering household utensils. Even after objecting, they firmly supplied rice and groceries in return to our teaching to their children. As he said Shree started earning money by painting the pictures of the visitors of Dieu and Daman. 

We played in water, ran in the beach, slept on sand, and shared sweet nothings in the green fields just like children. 

I realized the happiness in living with nature. When I wanted to hear a song, he sang. 

When he wanted to hear a story, I told. I never felt bored and never felt disappointed. 

Parents came and cried over our poor status. For friends it was a shock to see us in a hut. They pitied us but within a day their pity turned to jealous. They realized their robotic lives where no time for any one to spare some time to show affection with any other one.

 Shree’s close friend presented two laptops and invited shree as a partner in his chip design company. He didn’t consider Shree’s rejection and told us “No need to come to our city. Just sit here and do the project whenever you both feel like to do and train our staff over visual media.”

 In that way we settled in our careers in the lap of nature. Even after 13 years of married life we are in the same state of intimate happy life. 

Sneha

Many friends said that I got excellent imagination and creative skills and tagged me to this game. Many more friends got affection on me and my writings and expressed their affection in scraps. I am touched by the words of all these friends and decided to reveal what actually I am.

Now I am 40 year old lady. First let me describe how I looked like at the age of 27.

My original name is Hansika, 5 ft 6 inches height, thin and fair. My long hair was my asset. My friends say I look like a beautiful princess. I am from Chola dynasty. I mean my ancestors’ ancestors were connected to Chola Maharajas who ruled India several ages back. Now no dynasties present. Maharajas turned to Jameendars. But the flavors of some rituals were still present in our family. One among them was Swayamvaram. As I was at the age of marriage, one fine day my parents conducted Swayamvaram.

On that day we gave a big party to all the families who were interested in our alliance. Boys came with their parents and others. On that party day I was given instructions to move freely in that party room talking formally to all, especially with boys who came for selection. Against to my parents’ taste, I wore a pink chiffon sari which matched with my body color, decorated the long plait with a rose, one line pearl chain and pearl ear studs, pearl bangle, pearl finger ring and a wrist watch. That’s all. Parents didn’t say anything because they knew me very well. If I take the decision on some thing, no one can influence me in changing that decision.

I entered the party hall with my mother. Every one turned to us. Felt a bit inconvenience over the crowd. Slowly adjusted to it, my father took me to boys one after the other.

First boy…At the first sight itself, my eyes captured POT BELLY of that boy. “yaak…he is unable to control his belly size, how can he control me? ” I thought.
Tempted to ask him “In which month of Pregnancy are you?”
Control of my mind turned to smiles on my face. That boy considered it as positive response from me.

Second boy…didn’t have pot belly. But hair was piercing out from the nose and ears.
“Huhh” I felt desperate. Thought of talking to his parents to advise him so that he will take care and will not turn-off the mood of another woman.

Third boy…he was chewing something. Shaked my hand and laughed over a joke cut by his friend. His teeth were with red streaks. May be regular use of pan made his teeth like that. “After marriage I have to kiss that dirty mouth”. That thought itself frightened me.

Fourth boy…he was very good looking. Everything OK. But “Oh God” I felt depressed. His lips turned to black. That is he is a chain smoker. He is killing himself with cigars. OK…that’s his head ache. But how can he punish his lips which will become a part of playground in kissing. How can I kiss those already dead lips? Y don’t these men understand this?

Fifth boy…wow…he was with good personality and hero like appearance. But within few minutes my mood turned off in his presence. He was such an arrogant person; he was talking to others and not listening to their words. He was trying to rule them. I too tried to share my opinion in their topic of discussion. But he didn’t listen and cut a joke on me as if I was a bakara. I wished to warn him “Woman is equally good in gathering knowledge. She never say her full mind because she tries to keep ur manhood superior.” But my common sense advised me not to disturb the party. 

Lost interest in meeting other men. Left the room saying “I am feeling head ache”. In my room, fell across the bed with tears in heart. Oh God…is there any gentleman who can turn me ON?

Sneha

PS: Wait for next blog to know about the man who turned me ON.