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Jul 12, '08




All right sleepy heads. Wake up...!!! Game timeeeeeeeee....!!!

Give me the names of your top 10 favorite literary characters... and tell me what you like about them and why.

Howard Roark [Fountainhead, Ayn Rand] 

This is the hero of the novel. The purpose of writing the novel- it almost seems- is to portray the man. The story lives him... even when he is absent from the scene. One gets a feeling of breathlessness… waiting for him to come on the scene again… for HE is why the story is worth telling. 

People’s reaction to Howard is always in extremes… paradoxically because he is such an extreme character himself. It is this extreme-ness in him that I adore. He is so inflexible in his dedication… so focused in his work… so inexhaustible in his walking of the path he chose for himself. His assurance, his inner poise, his serene optimism are amazing. Actually I don’t want to use the word optimism… it is the wrong word. It means focusing on the positive…refusing to look at negative. What Roark portrays is the unshakable belief that there exists ONLY positive… that evil... by definition is excluded from the world… because the universe is a benevolent place. 

I find this world-view immensely empowering. It beats being worried all the time of bad things happening... of people jerking the rug off from under your feet. When it happens… we’ll deal with it… for evil is incidental… NOT to be taken seriously. 

Ellsworth Toohey [Fountainhead, Ayn Rand] 

Ellsworth is the anti-hero. The heroine Dominique says of him, “I love him. He is so perfect. He is a perfect blackguard. And perfection is rare in this world.” 

He is also my idea of what humans are NOT. Sometimes a contrast speaks more eloquently than a statement. But there is one more reason I love him. His understanding of the human psyche is amazing. He understands in the individual, micro-level and is able to project it to the group, macro-level… and effortlessly adds the salt of mob-mentality… to arrive at a perfectly understood social machine. A machine he manipulates at will. Only, he forgot the aspect of non-uniformity in human beings… the NON- CONFORMISTs… the crazy ones… the rebels… and so he LOST. 

Amazing. 

Dagny Taggart [Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand] 

She is the heroine of the novel and says, “Pain is not a valid reason for stopping.” All through the novel when I read the hardship she went through, this sentence went hammering in my head. I have read this book over 300 times in the past 24 years. I don’t know when I began telling this sentence to myself. 

This one sentence is the essence of her. She had the ability to get up and walk on… again and again… noticing nothing but the vision ahead. To be able to keep that vision vibrant despite all odds… because it is HER vision… and her life… and because she refused to settle for less…? WOW..!!! That one sentence has been my powerhouse. Walk on Dagny… your spirit is the vision in my eyes. 

Henry Reardon [Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand] 

He is one of the heros of the novel. Somehow when I think of him I have this vision of a figure carved in stone… looking straight ahead. He is the embodiment of STRENGTH in the novel. He is vulnerable… with the resilience of pure steel that he manufactures. He absorbs his pain within showing nothing on the outside. Inside, the pain eats away at him… yet his strength is such that he never shows the price he pays for being the one to protect others from pain. 

John Galt [Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand] 

Though He comes on very late in the novel, yet once he does come, one knows that he was there all along. He is the one that gets the heroine in the end and holds all the threads of the story in his hand invisibly. He is the one who demonstrates what it means to hold a vision and to walk towards it. He also demonstrates that we don’t pay the price when we walk on our chosen path; we pay the price when we don’t. We pay by means of the shame we feel for ourselves, with the disappointment, with the loss in self-esteem. He demonstrates that a just battle is worth fighting- and dying- for… and that there is no price too big to pay.

In the end, the joy of victory justifies all the blood, the gore and all the hours of loneliness of a solitary battle. He shows that any battle for achievement is fought within the heart and mind of an individual… The battle is not waged without… but within. The engagement is not with circumstances, but with our propensity to give up in the face of adversity… in the face of the seeming endlessness of the road ahead. He shows us once the battle within is won, victory is ours. I found that enormously hope-giving. Because of him, in the midst of adversity, I tell myself Adversity is a character-builder. This quells my doubts, restores my serenity and I walk on. 

Ellis Wyatt [Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand] 

Ellis Wyatt is the owner of an oil-well. Fiercely independent, blessed with a violent temper, brilliantly competent and a total inability to suffer fools gladly are his key characteristics. It matches me so perfectly [apart from the violent temper bit… which has mellowed only recently] that I feel I am observing myself moving on the pages of the novel. The thing I liked best about Ellis was when he held up a finger glistening with crude oil and told Dagny, “This drop of oil is mine. MINE. Have you forgotten what that word means?” (bold mine) Tell me honestly, is there any word more filled with pride? Is there any other word that can make you feel 10 feet tall? When said by someone who has earned the right to say that about the smallest, most humble thing, it is the sweetest word in the language. 

Scarlett O’Hara [Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell] 

When I was reading this book, there was a point when Scarlett is lies to her sister’s beau to marry him herself. This unscrupulous behavior annoyed my strict mind… in which good and bad know their place and don’t jump into the same person. I was shocked and revolted. I remember complaining to my mom. She told me only that such is how it is and that I will begin to love her before long. And so it was. 

In her own way, she was no less of a visionary. She was no less a fighter for her values… so what if her values happened to be a southern farm? A dedication like that… a tenacity of that kind… that kind of love of life… excites nothing but admiration in me. She was a silly foolish girl that I wouldn’t want my daughters to become. But if they could become the woman Scarlett became… I’ll die in peace. 

Elizabeth Bennett [Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen] 

Ms Bennett doesn’t need any introduction. Her loyalty to Jane, her objectivity regarding her family’s faults and her impeccable honesty to admit a mistake endeared her to me. And I loved it when she told Lady Catherine to buzz off… that she wouldn’t permit her to bulldoze her into an unreasonable promise. At the time I read the book… I was the original wimp who would have whimpered and given the promise demanded of me… and then to cry for the rest of my life… or cutting off my throat with a blunt instrument. [no Rampuri came into my life much later. MUCH. So…] 

Jason Bourne [Bourne Identity, Robert Ludlum] 

Technically, I ought not to include the character here. It is not the character I found fascinating… but the manner of his unfolding in the novel. Even after 15 years, I remember that… though not much else. 

Constance [The Constant Wife, W. Somerset Maugham] 

This was a play Maugham had written on the eternal theme of a man’s unfaithfulness to his marriage vows. She has been married over 15yrs and then finds out her husband is having an affair with her best friend. She doesn’t kick up a row. Because she thinks that as long as she is financially dependent on him she has no right to. I don’t really conform to the way she handled the entire situation… even what she did later was not something I would have done. 

She begins to work. After a year, she pays her husband her yearly upkeep. And then goes on a holiday with an old flame… naturally they travel as man and wife. And she tells his husband before she leaves… telling him also that she will return and continue to stay with him. Her point is… she has economic freedom… so why not sexual freedom too?? 

She sure was her own woman… standing tall on her conviction. Amazing. 

This concludes the saga. And now the best part… I am tagging ONLY 10 people… 

1. MarkIV 

2. Chithrajust 

3. Solarflare 

4. King-Bulls-Ring 

5. Swiftmove99 

6. Genius64 

7. Asylum 

8. InkTank 

9. GeetSudha 

10. Manisha Bhattachrya 













Jul 03, '08




Soooooo…. Here are the results. I know I am horrendously late announcing the winners. My net connection has been acting up badly… Sorry peoples. 

My votes for the contests go to Solarflare for contest one [no one can say I haven’t wooed him in a way that would melt the heart of a stone… but… him… ahhh…*sigh*…] and to brilliant King-Bulls-Ring. 

Since Fropper offers 3 prizes, and participation in the second were more numerous, I have chosen one winner from contest one… and 2 from contest 2. 

So… the winners are… 

Contest 1: 

Solarflare 

Contest 2: 

King-Bulls-Ring and InkTank

Congrats winners………!!!! 


Entries for contest 1 

1. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17683                  Votes--111 
[exceeded word limit…Disqualifed... Sorry Josh...] 

2. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17667                 Votes--11

3. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17666                 Votes--111 

4. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17661                  Votes--11

5. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17559 

6. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17540                 Votes--1 

7. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17528                 Votes-1 
[exceeded word limit..] 

8. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17518                 Votes--1

Entries for Contest 2 

1. Kidnapped; build bridges; war won; together... [solarflare]       Votes--1 

2. Revisiting childhood camp - activities: playing doctor. [wits-end]  Votes--1 

3. And they lived happily ever after [whirlwind200]                    Votes--1 

4. Chick born wingless, mother in cage [king bulls ring]                Votes--1111111 

5. Her fifth conquest ..... Went terribly wrong [shomeonly] 

6. Honk! If u are deranged [sazzyme] 

7. Can you see me helen keller? [saintnomuse] 

8. Silicon restructured, botox ironed; kinder mirror [asylum]      Votes--11 

9. Six words story wins the contest : pradip das 

10. She came, i melted, she conquered! [inktank]                              Votes--111 

11. Lost my Fly! But caught TROUT!! [swiftmove99]                            Votes--1 

Once again, I’d like to thank all of you for the participation and for keeping patient with the delay in results. I’d also like to thank Asy once again… and Dhaval… and Saint… for the fun they MADE on the contest post. Fun which had me in splits. Thanks guys… you rock…!!! 

Cheers, 

Dagny









Jun 29, '08




Here is the contest compilation. I know I was supposed to present it yesterday… but to tell you the truth, I was waiting for some more entries. I am really disappointed with the participation. I mean there were supposed to be 10 WINNERS. Instead, there are barely 10 participants!!! 

BUT… yes there is a ‘but’ here too. Though the participants were few in number… all those of you who DID participated… participated like the Billy-O…! In this regard I must mention Asylums’s contribution. She churned 6 word stories by the scores and made me dizzy with the sheer wit. They are all there in the comments of the previous blog. I wish I had many hats to raise to her. By quality and quantity… she would be winner. Kudos Asy…! 

*debating whether to say it or not, fearing Asy wrath. Decides to risk it anyway* 

Lubbs ya Asy…!!! 

*ducks under the table and pretends to be a chair* 

Entries for contest 1 

1. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17683 

2. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17667 

3. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17666 

4. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17661 

5. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17559 

6. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17540 

7. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17528 

8. http://www.fropper.com/posts/17518 

[Eight…!!?? Yikes………!!!!] 

Entries for Contest 2 

1. Kidnapped; build bridges; war won; together...

2. Revisiting childhood camp - activities: playing doctor.

3. And they lived happily ever after...

4. Chick born wingless, mother in cage.

5. Her fifth conquest ..... Went terribly wrong.

6. HONK! If u are deranged.

7. Can you see me helen keller?

8. Silicon restructured, botox ironed; kinder mirror. 

9. Six words story wins the contest.

10. She came, i melted, she conquered!

11.  Lost my Fly! But caught TROUT!!!"

[Sorry I missed the last entry folks. To the contestant... my most humble apologies. Owe you a dinner... ok?]

You must cast your votes so that we know which top 3 will receive the Fropper Prize. Those whose entries are here can vote... but naturally not for themselves.

Cheers, 

Dagny 

PS: Better play next time team…!??! Puh-leeeeeeej? 










Jun 23, '08




Dear Friends, 

Yes. The contest you have been waiting for… and the one I have been promoting until my eyes have gone cross-eyed… is here at last. I don’t know about you, but I am very relieved. I couldn’t have held it another instant. Talk of labor pains. Phew…!!! 

The contest is an exercise in creativity through concise expression. The rules of play are a bit numerous… though simple. Read on…. 

1. There are two contests; you might like to participate in one, or both. But can submit just one entry per contest.
2. For the first you have to use your blog space. To be considered for the prize, you must paste the link of your blog in the comment space of this blog. Don’t, I beg you, expect me to go hunting for your blog.
3. For the second, you have to write your entry and send it as a message to me. No, you cannot scrap it. Message ONLY.
4. Last Date for entries is 27th June 2008. Results on 1st July 2008.
5. There are no judges. You will judge the entries by casting your votes. No short-list will be prepared. (Yeah… the people I wanted as judges refused…. So there.)
6. The best part. There will be NO prizes beyond an announcement. If you don’t think that’s motivating enough for you to strain yourself… *shrugs*… don’t. 

UPDATE: GOOD NEWS PEOPLE. FROPPER HAS GENEROUSLY OFFERED TO SPONSOR THE CONTEST. THE TOP THREE ENTRIES WILL RECIEVE A FROPPER MUG AND A CD. WOOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

7. Top ten entries will be announced for both contests as winners. 

CONTEST ONE: My picture speaks 

I am giving here 6 pictures of holiday destinations. You can choose any one of them. I don’t know whether you are single, married, separated, single AGAIN… or… er… have some other orientation. I don’t even care what stage your marriage is in… whether you are…
a) Deliriously happy
b) Bored to tears at the sight of each other
c) Indifferent to the point of callousness
d) Slowly (or rapidly) verging towards homicidal tendencies towards your partner and spend your day dreaming beatifically of doin’ em in… 

(Though if you are desirous of finding someone on these fertile hunting grounds… indicating your status might help a bunch. No no… I am NOT suggesting anything here. Just trying to be helpful… you know… out of the generosity of my soul… Take it or leave it…! Jeeezzz…!!!) 

After picking one of the pictures, in not more than 20 words you must
say WHY you chose the picture as the ideal love tryst with the (current) object of your affections… your paramour. (And if you want to give their name… or zone name… be my guest. Give me something to smack my lips over…!). This, as I said earlier, must be done on your blog space… with a link here in the comments section. 

The pictures are at the bottom. And yes.. they move at will... so I will not be held responsible for their orientation.

CONTEST TWO: Short Story 

In this, you have to write a short story… a complete story… using ONLY SIX WORDS. YUP…!!! 

Examples: 

Baby shoes for sale. Never worn. -Ernest Hemingway 

Wasted day. Wasted life. Dessert, please. - Steven Meretzky 

Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth. - Vernor Vinge 

It cost too much, staying human. - Bruce Sterling 

We kissed. She melted. Mop please! - James Patrick Kelly 

I’m your future, child. Don’t cry. - Stephen Baxter 

Lie detector eyeglasses perfected: Civilization collapses. - Richard Powers 

I’m dead. I’ve missed you. Kiss … ? - Neil Gaiman 

The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly. - Orson Scott Card 

Kirby had never eaten toes before. - Kevin Smith 

We went solar; sun went nova. - Ken MacLeod 

Don’t marry her. Buy a house. - Stephen R. Donaldson 

TIME MACHINE REACHES FUTURE!!! … nobody there … - Harry Harrison 

Lost, then found. Too bad. - Graeme Gibson 

Dinosaurs return. Want their oil back. - David Brin 

Bang postponed. Not Big enough. Reboot. - David Brin 

Temporal recursion. I'm dad AND mom? - David Brin 

Mind of its own. Damn lawnmower. - David Brin 

I saw, darling, but do lie. - Orson Scott Card 

H-bombs dropped; we all died. - Howard Waldrop 

I had a nightmare. He’s back!!! -Yours Truly

TO CLOSE: 

Only grown-ups are invited to the game. If there is ANY kind of moronic display… as on sgsweb’s space…. I will be forced to withdraw the contest.

Secondly, this is being played in order to play. NOT to serve as launching pad for anyone’s ego… mine included. 

Cheers, 

Dagny 

PS: No, Tough luck. It isnt Sangeet's B'day today. *sigh*

PPS: I am sorry the Pictures are not visible. To me they are visible at the end of the post... below this Post Script in fact. 
There will be ONE entry only for each conetst. BUT... you can post as many as you like in the comments. They wont be considered for contest... but you need not be denied the chance to display your creativity. Play on...!!!

PPPS: I wont be replying to individual comments. Yeah... so I am lazy. Lol.....! If you dont like the Pics... you can choose your own. No prizes for that. Lol...


 



 

  



 













Jun 12, '08




So here I am again with another game. This time it is not one but 2 games in one… and you either play both or you don’t play at all. You have to tag people in multiples of three only… minimum being 3 naturally.

The Naughty Tag (Game 1)

1. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Please no corny answers like his/her personality, we all know what we notice first :-)
My answer: His eyes… with which he looks at me.

2. Who- of the opposite sex- would you want to be with if you were deserted on an island?
My answer: I would have Loved the question if it had been WHAT would… *sigh* But since it isn’t…. OMG...OMG...OMG...OMG…OMG… there are so many options to choose from… shall I say HIM… orrrr.. HIM… no no… I think HIM… Cripes…!!! I cant decide…!!! 
Update: Celebrities have never held any attraction for me. Something... someone... who is out-of-bounds for me is too boring to even consider. Someone within reach is far more my style. To answer this question, I have to build a bit of background. 
The guy i'd like to be with is a figment of my imagination I call Deep. He ignites me... intellectually... and stimulates me in... ahem... all other ways. He is very practical- damn useful on a deserted island you know. He would get me off that island- I know that- and while we are there... there wouldnt be a single dull moment. For we have a plethora of things to exchange ideas on... and... err... do other things. I am sure I'll find him someday. You guys know anyone like that?

3. What turns you on about the opposite sex?
My answer: His intelligence, his reasoning, his humor.

4. What turns you off?
My answer: The kind of attitude which is articulated with... I-am-a-man-so-you-gotta-fall-flat-on-your-face-and-obey-me...!!! He he he... ME? WOW....!!! And RUDENESS? Oh dont get me started on THAT one.

5. Some Froppites have their real picture on the profile and some don't but just going by their blogs/ comments/ scraps who do you think is the hottest female (male bloggers answer this) and male blogger (female blogger answer this)?
My Answer: Well if he is so hot how come he has time being on fropper and isn’t inundated with women? He he he…. That’s a dishonest answer isn’t it? But if I give honest answers… who will protect me from the wrath of the ladies who think of these men as their OWN? No no… you don’t see ME sticking my neck out. Though I was dying to tell, truth be told. 
Update: There isnt one person I find hot... there are so many. In fact I have only hot guys on my friends list. The cold ones leave me cold... kinda. Ok... enough beating about the bush... The guys I find really HOT on fropper are:
1. Buddhasphere: (He got me to write the Koi Jab... series. He is a wonderful wonderful man... and I feel privileged to know him.)
2. MarkIV: (One of my confessed valentines. As for his eyes... oh they make me go weak in the knees... Dont kill me Vikram... please...! LOL...)
3. BrainyBakra: (New guy on the block... calls himself a goat... but is amazingly sensitive all the same. And I dont scare him either... which is what I like best about him...)
4. KBR: (Most of the times we are at each others throats hammer and tongs. Plz forgive the mixed metaphors.. nothing else was able to convey what I wanted to say quite accurately. I love my arguments with him.)
5. Solarflare: (He loves talking at a tangent... to understand one single sentence of scrap from him frequently takes me aeons of head-scratching. And even then I am not sure I got it. )

Now listen up peoples. I have answered ALL questions and am feeling extremely virtuous adn self-righteous as a result. Make your will if you have left any questions unanswered on your take of the game. No, I am not joking. I just had a brand new Rampuri delivered an hour ago. Oh yes...!!!!!



Bookworm Tag (Game 2)

RULES
1. Grab the nearest book you have been reading. And yes, when I say BOOK… I do NOT mean Cosmopolitan… or Playboy… or even Playgirl magazines. I am asking for words… not pics…
2. Open page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Acknowledge the person who tagged you.
6. Add the rules.

My Book: The collected plays of W. Somerset Maugham Vol 1 (Hardcover)
Page 123 – skip over first 5 sentences. Here are the next three sentences.

Mrs. Dot: Now I declare he wants to sentimentalize. Isn’t it enough that you have made me frightfully unhappy? D’you want me to say it doesn’t matter at all as if you’d spilt a cup of tea on me? D’you think I like feeling utterly wretched? 


Now for the carrot. All those who play this tag game get to participate in a contest I am dreaming up. Only I can’t decide on the prizes. Lets talk of something other than food. Man (nor woman either…) doesn’t live by bread alone. 

A friend… male of course… wouldn’t you know it… suggested I offer a kiss to the winner. Which made me hum and haw not a little… I mean… what about the women winners…? Eeeeeeeeeeek!!! 

One of you men want to co-host this with me? You are welcome to give suggestions in your comments… regarding the prize I mean… And submit your applications for co-hosting… in prescribed format… and in triplicate if you please… In small print also mention what you are willing to give me for allowing you the priveledge... No no... dont call it BRIBE... just a little something... you know...?

And now for the bestest part of the whole thing…. I am tagging: 

1. Sazzyme… Yoooooo hoooooo…
2. Chithra… Naturally……..
3. Sangeet.... Hey… come outta hibernation before the next one begins….
4. Manisha Bhattacharya… Your Buiscuit Baba is simply too cute for words… 
    Vidyut_Strikes...
5. Sonikudi… Yes… She is BACK….
6. Wits-end… C’mon wits… time to let lose….
7. Shome… Yoooooo hoooooo shomy…
8. Solarflare… If you don’t play this one… bas… we’re done… WHAT…? You are pleased… ? Damn…!!!
9. Saintnomuse…. He he he….
    Asylum...
10. Novacaine... The spontaneous player... 
     KingBullsRing...
     MarkIV...  
     Brainy_Bakra... 
     Sgsweb...



Lets Play FROPPERRRRRRRRRRRRR....!





Tags: tag, game, naughty, book





May 10, '08




The first time I came across the concept of life as something eternal… flowing in the same rhythm always… blind to the wishes of individuals and their concerns… was when I read the climax and ending of the Ayn Rand’s We the Living. To tell you the truth, I understood nothing… merciful absolute zero. In the typical arrogance of youth I even remember muttering… What absolute Bull…! I was indignant and irritated. Lousy ending… I told myself and tried to shove the matter there. But I had too much respect for Ms Rand. The issue kept niggling at me… teasing, elusive and irritating… like an unsettled argument with someone. 

In retrospect, it seems as if life knew I doubted its eternal nature. It took me up and flung me into a whirlwind so powerful… my eyes lose their focus even now when I think of it. The whirlwind lasted eight years. By the time the eight years ended… my perspective of life had swung diametrically opposite to where I am now. I wonder what happened... and how I survived it. But I did… that’s all that is relevant now. 

Limping back to some semblance of normalcy was like trying to walk after being shut up in a lightless vault for all of those eight years. But I wasn’t accepting life even then. I was too much in a temper… too angry… with myself… and with life. I resisted with all my strength to stop the flow of life in me… to stem the joy. But it became stronger and stronger with each day. It felt like I was getting drunk after being denied for so long. I was even more annoyed with myself. It seemed like a colossal betrayal to me… almost as if I had reneged on my own soul. 

Then I began to read the Gita aloud to my mum-in-law while she lay in one hospital bed after another, her body racked with the pain of fighting a losing battle with cancer. I read to her… and watched her agony. The sick senseless pain which I could not deal with… yet a pain she could confess only to me. She knew I will bear it stoically and not get upset. Yes I was stoic in the face of her pain. But my hatred for life… my anger at its heartless caprices knew no bounds. I hated life. Totally. 

But life wasn’t done with me yet. The words I had read to mum-in-law, created echoes in the ether, traveled round the universe and began reverberating in my ears long after she had gone home and was at rest. I shut my ears to them. NO… was the only response left to me it seemed. The biggest possible NO flung at life. Life laughed up its sleeve at me… making me go berserk with anger. It knew it was only a question of time and those words would speak to me in their own time… in their own rhythm… just like life herself always had. 

It took another whirlwind to bring about the acceptance. I think I must have become wiser because this one lasted only five years. “Discounted Price”, I thought, impressed. Is it because I haven’t really much energy left to fight? Could it be that I know there isn’t much time left? Or is it that I have accepted life... No, not accepted… the word is such an ugly insult to the exuberance that is life. Embrace..? Yes… that is the right word. Did the embracing of life come before or did the rewards? I don’t know… and I don’t care. Like my love and hatred for life… these two also kept happening in tandem… spiraling together… closely entwined. 

It now seems so strange to me. All those years I was fighting with life… holding endless arguments… denying her love… she was there. The love of her was rising in my blood inexorably all through the years. The more passionate my resistance… my hatred… the more she bound me close to her. She kept holding me together through the worst times of my life… when I thought she had abandoned me like a heartless wretch. She put me through those times to prove her love for me. She knew I needed to go through all I did to reach where I am today. 

Now…? Now there is nothing but an uncluttered road ahead. There is nothing I want anymore. All the while I thought I was waiting for my share of rewards. I thought I was bearing punishment. But I was so wrong. I never noticed the rewards. Now I see them. I see the peace… the patience… the embracing... the free flow that's life. I see my joy in someone’s effort to struggle and win. With each such win… I see life winning. 

Oh Life…! How I love you my beloved….!! 










May 08, '08




This is the last and concluding part of the series which began with Koi Jab Tumhaara Hriday Tod De and continued with Koi Jab Tumhaara Hriday Tod De- Part 2 

This part has been contributed by the person who asked me write this series in the first place. He doesn’t wish to post is as his own blog and so has asked me to post it on mine. His zone ID is Buddhasphere. If you liked the series, give credit- and thanks- to him. He has changed the name of the protagonists from Chandini to Chanda and from Annu to R. Chandini to Chanda was a rebellion against the inherent dependence depicted therein I think. The reason for the change in the second one I don’t know. 

I know you’re going to be annoyed Gautam. Lol… but then you know how I am, don’t you?
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Chanda thought, lucidity and brevity are the two qualities called for today. I must offer, not just comfort, but pen my thoughts so as to afford my understanding to my friend and help her out of a seemingly hopeless maze. 

There was so much to explain. There were many small pieces of a jigsaw, which she should have to put together, to lead R to clarity. She softly prayed- Oh God help me compose not a letter, but a guiding map of a new consciousness. 

A small furrow on her forehead revealed her efforts at concentration. She started typing in earnest. The words flowed, somewhat haltingly. But soon, they flowed effortlessly. 

My Dear R,
 
I can not only understand your anguish, I can feel it, know it, as if it was my own. Because, I have been through it. I want to console you. But mere consolation is not the solution. Hence, more than that, I’d like you to know how I countered my pain and jubilantly emerged as a new person. 

Believe me, you too can and must. 

R, to begin with, feel your pain in its totality. Then discard it like one throws away a squeezed lemon. But do go one step ahead and try to understand it. I know it is an exacting task, a tall order at such a juncture. But it has to be done, because it is only your awareness, which can guide and lead you to a world, marked by self- assurance and serenity. A world, which all of us possess, but do not explore. Or to use the language of the web, never login. 

I know that, the repercussions of betrayal have a familiar self-defeating pattern. It is mostly about loss of self-esteem, wallowing in self-pity, transferring your anger to target, the very people, who are trying to help you and isolating oneself, as if it were a panacea for agony. 

Surprisingly, I thank God that, the pattern is so predictable. Because, in its familiarity lies its vulnerability. It is easy to defeat it. 

So, keep the faith and take the first steps. Like I did. 

Small, yet significant, tasks first. Understand that just like a bird flies with two wings, so should we humans live and operate with our two wings- intelligence and instinct. Make use of both the tools. Use only one and your life is likely to go into a tailspin. 

Next, discriminate between being emotional and being sensitive. You are emotional when you allow an emotion to take charge of your intellect. It is akin to a nation surrendering its sovereignty. You do not retain your identity, but become the very personification of an emotion. Say rage or greed. 

Look at the word E-motion as I have typed it. Take away the alphabet ‘E’ and what remains is motion. Emotions are vehicles with a thrust or momentum, which can carry or sweep away an unwary person into committing a unpremeditated act. 

Someone insults you and before you realize, the momentum of anger has activated your hand, to slap the person. 

Being sensitive entails witnessing your own emotions and commanding them at will. You create a distance between yourself and them. You are now like a conductor directing an orchestra of diverse emotions, to unfold the sweet symphony of autonomy or independence. You rule. You are the master. Not some emotion. 

Someone insults you, but your witnessing gives you the time to look at your anger in amusement.. You can even have a healthy banter with it and emerge a winner, as the freedom your witnessing has given you is an eloquent repartee. 

Now comes the most critical part. Let us explore a host of inter-connected critical factors- self- esteem, self-respect, self-worth and self-image. 

Most of us have a fragile sense of worth. Why is it so? I think it is because we do not turn our gaze inwards and try to get acquainted with ourselves. We should, as much as possible, say hello to ourselves, to get a correct picture about ourselves. 

Try it and be astonished. 

We carry within ourselves a world so incredibly rich that, the natural corollary should be to fall in love with ourselves. It should and invariably culminate into self-love. 

Begin the internal audit and you will realize that like most of us, you are a Good Joe. We are a miraculous mix of positive emotions and talents/ multiple intelligences. We are compassionate, honest, forgiving, humorous, trustworthy, sincere, resilient, committed and much more. We possess multiple skills and if we apply ourselves, we can excel in more than three to four fields, in our life- spans. 

All of us are gracious souls, in various stages of evolution, moving towards our destination, of self-actualizing our potential. 

No wonder, a thinker like Nietzsche says-‘A noble soul has reverence for itself ’. It should. What else could there be. The same thought is echoed by the Atma Pooja Upanishad. It celebrates the self, much like the poet Walt Whitman who wrote-I sing the body electric-I celebrate myself- I contain multitudes. 

I can go on. But I want you to find out on your own, because the word self also indicates a lone -single- separate- independent person. 

Hence, every aspect associated with the ‘self ‘should be composed from your own thoughts and opinions. In another words, it should be a proprietary concern and not a joint stock company. 

Many who are not in touch with then self, falter at this crucial stage and place the opinion of others above theirs. In short, they sell out and betray themselves. Never ever do that 

So, build on this knowledge and be justifiably proud of yourself. Not vain or conceited. Do not confuse self-love with selfishness. 

What happens when we see ourselves in a new light and start loving ourselves. I think, then begins, the dawn of self-respect, which invariably leads to a robust image of the self and a strong sense of self-worth. 

What happens next? Do bear in mind, only an individual in love with himself/ herself can truly love the other. If not, the meeting of such individuals is full of expectations from each other and to put it brutally, it is similar, to one beggar begging off another! Both confronting each other, with empty bowls, having nothing to offer to each other! 

When a self-loving individual begins a journey of love, it is with full awareness that, true love subscribes to the credo of equity and reciprocally. Your love should evoke an intense echo in the other. Both should also celebrate each others uniqueness. Not diminish each other. Love is a duet. Not a duel. 

We are often in denial and often project the qualities we desire on the other. It is a mistake I committed too. But honestly, apart from that mistake, there was no other lapse on my part.
Once I realized that, I started a journey of self-assessment and found myself. It is crises like this that lead to our getting in touch with our innermost core. 

I found that, I had given all of myself and had loved intensely. It made me proud. I was trusting, caring, spontaneous, adaptable and came to the conclusion that, if the person whom I loved did not recognize my worth, then the loss was HIS. Not mine. By pure logic it was he, who should be pitying himself, for losing a wonderful person like me! Not I. 

It was a liberating journey and thank God if not for the cad then I wouldn’t have discovered myself. 

This letter has been long again. But I don’t think you would need my help anymore. If you do, all you have to do is write me. I am here… within reach. 

Take Care, 

Chanda 
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I’d like to take this opportunity to thanks all the following for taking time to write their own takes on this. Thanks King-Bulls-Ring, Sazzyme , Oasis2003lib and Asylum

Yipeeeeeeee.. ASY wrote at last. And guys… you need to read this one… WOW…!!! 











Apr 27, '08



This is part two of a story I began yesterday. If you haven’t read it… please read it before you proceed. You will find it here… Koi Jab Tumhaara Hriday tod de…Part I 

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My dear Annu, 

I read your mail. You know my regard… my love… for you well enough to know what the knowledge of your pain is doing to me. But that is not what I wanted to talk about. Nor indeed am I going to offer you hackneyed phrases and empty platitudes. I know when one is in pain… words of encouragement sound so futile. I will not insult your intelligence by uttering them. 

Your mail reminded me of a wound I sustained sometime back. Don’t worry, it hasn’t reopened. It hurts… with the pain of a past pain… the pain which loses its sting because it has been buried already. You and I met nearly 8 months back… right? By that time it was almost 5 months since I had broken up with HIM. Who he was… what he did… and what happened… is not really important. What struck me yesterday was the similarity in our experiences. You got cheated… lied to… taken for a ride… even financially looted… by a sleaze-ball. So did I. Only I met the sleaze-ball live… offline. I wish you would keep this is mind first of all. Point here, is that all that happened to you, did NOT happen because you met him online… AND that it won’t help if you promise yourself never to have friends online again. This could as well have happened to you offline. In fact, then it would have hurt you even more. Now you have the excuse to say… “Oh, I wasn’t able to fathom his lies… it was easy for him because of the distance.” 

I have no such excuse. 

I met him everyday. I talked to him for hours. I looked into his eyes… I, who pride myself on my ability to read people’s eyes… Can you imagine how foolish I felt? I clearly remember 2 instances when he looked deep into my eyes… held my gaze… and lied to me. And I not only believed him… I cursed myself for having doubted him in the first place. The guilt of misjudging him made bitter bile rise in my throat. Even today the memory of that feeling makes me cringe in a shame too deep to describe. 

All this is not easy for me to write. You know me to be a proud woman. But my pride is nothing in the face of your pain. Nor am I writing to you in order to show you my pain and tell you, “Oh This happens to everyone.” The implied expectation behind each such statement, I have found, is to say that it must be accepted by you… since it happens to everyone. I can never understand that monstrosity of that thought. It is too unfair. I am not even writing this in order to cry on your shoulder… and for us to be miserable together. 

A state of misery... of despair… of giving up… is inherently alien to my nature. I find the concept too contemptible for words. I hate being in such a state. It is almost a question of pride… For me to stay in that kind of disempowered state is to renege on my life… and I can never bear that. I am able to talk to you this way because I know you will understand what I am saying… because you love your life too… as much as I do. That was the thing which attracted me to you the most. We speak the same language- you and I. I know right now it seems to you that life is only pain… and that you don’t give a whit for your life. Do you know why you suffer…? Maybe it is because life’s capacity to give joy is what has been violated with this whole sequence of events. If this is not love for life… I don’t know what it is. 

I know the word torturing you the most is WHY. Let me try to explain what little I understand of this. It seemed so monstrously stupid for HIM to go into that sequence of lies. Surely he must have known he would be found out one day. Why… how… then could he permit himself to get in such a potentially false position? That was my question. When I found no answer to it… I began thinking maybe my basic premise is wrong. I am operating out of a premise of person of integrity… which would not permit me to lie to myself. What if that was not his premise? What I had done, at some point of time, was to project my own premise… even my own value system… and my priorities on him. Thereafter, I was looking only at a reflection. He wasn’t there anymore. 

What if, for him, not being caught in a falsehood was not important enough? And more… what if it was a non-issue because he never thought it possible he would ever be put in such a position? What if he was able to lie to himself perfectly? He could keep cheating while outwardly maintain a façade of uprightness. He was able to effortlessly cleave himself into two people. The dichotomy was so seamless that he was never conscious of its existence. He knew himself to be an honest man… I don’t claim to understand the exact process with which he could pretend to himself that he was not the honest man he was projecting himself to be. But one thing is for sure. That is exactly what he did. Even after he was found out, he saw himself as the injured party… the victim. Hence his malevolence… his belligerence… towards me. 

I am sure you blame yourself for getting duped. What I am trying to explain to you is that you must not. How could you not be duped? You cannot even conceive of the level of soul corruption he had. You are clean and innocent. I know I asked God once why he brought that man into my life. I had never seen filth in my life before… and then to come so close to something of this kind…! But then I guess God knew I’ll need to talk to you one day… that is why I had to go through it. To tell you the truth, it would make the whole thing acceptable to me now... if my words prove to be of help to you. 

The only thing for which you can perhaps reproach yourself is your inability to investigate properly… for loving too well but not wisely perhaps. See what we do, is we assume a lot of things about people. We like 2 or 3 things about them and we jump to the conclusion that they are like us… they think like we do in pertinent issues. The biggest mistake we make is to project our value system on to another person on the basis of a few surface similarities. With that one act we set ourselves up for exactly the kind of experience we have both gone through.
Do you remember how annoyed you got one day- while we were chatting- at my endless questions? We had begun interacting just a week back and there were a few things I had liked about you. But I had to ask you questions… lots of questions. Querying you about the same things in many different sentence constructions. Actually, that was the reason you got annoyed…. Remember? Because you cottoned on to me. You saw I was basically fencing around the same basic issues… only coming at them from different angles. I can tell you today why I did it. If you were lying, somewhere you would have contradicted yourself. Then I would have been wary. 

But it didn’t happen. I am not saying the process is fool-proof. But it is far better than nothing at all. You know I have two very close friends. One of them taught me to ask questions. He knew I was the kind of person who would ask a question once… and maybe one more time. If I don’t get a straight answer, I would stop asking. He told me that was the wrong thing to do… that it made easy for people to cheat me. He forced me to ask questions… and to keep on asking… until I got a straight answer. He told me the more difficult it is for the other person to answer a question involving ethics… the more essential it is for ME to get an answer. Just a question of being tenacious enough… the contradictions… the mismatch… the deliberate misleading… if they are there… will surface. They really do. It is amazing and thrilling. Because each time it happens… I know how much I have to interact with a person. How close… or how far… I have to keep them. This was what my second friend taught me. How to keep being friendly… but to have a clear definition of the DEGREE of friendliness. Where to draw the line… what not to share… where to stop. 

These two things have helped me a lot. I am not afraid to open my heart to people. I have learnt how to investigate and evaluate. I am not afraid to trust. For I know how much to trust and where to put up the walls. I can say confidently today that I am not afraid of meeting new people and forging new friendships. That makes me feel so good. Just imagine, if I hadn’t learnt it all, I would have missed out on you and all my other net friends. And surely would never have learnt all this if it hadn’t been for the sleaze-ball. Guess he served his purpose after all… in the same manner as the fertilizer serves its purpose in the growth of a plant. And so, I am not even angry with him anymore. Pity him… the poor blind guy. 

This has become a long mail already. I’ll write to you again later. Meanwhile, if there are thoughts which this mail of mine has churned up in you… please do write back. I want to say just one last thing. You’ll be all right. You’ll come out of it. I KNOW it. Borrow my belief for a few days… until yours comes up back on its feet. How am I sure? Oh I don’t know. Evidence seems pointing in that direction pretty strongly. What evidence…? Oh… well me on your team for one… And the fact that I love you and won’t let you go under. You need more…!??!! Ha ha ha…. 

Take care, 

Chandini 

…… to be continued….. 










Apr 25, '08





Chandini logged out of her email account and sat staring unseeingly at the desktop picture before her. The picture was that of a rock amidst greenery and the mandatory brook. Tears coursed heedlessly from her unblinking eyes. In a sudden flash of rebellion, she wiped away her tears. 

She sat mentally reviewing the email she had just read from an online girlfriend. Another case of trust too hastily reposed… another case of a broken heart… of shattered trust. It was a case of an online romance which didn’t turn sour. It didn’t even gasp out its last unable to cope with the reality of the distance in between. It simply… silently… collapsed upon itself… for there were no rocks in the foundations… only a gooey muck of lies. 

Chandini knew what would happen next. The girl would go into withdrawal and a spiraling cycle of self-blame and self-pity. In her pain she would begin doubting all her friends. She might even pick up fights with her real friends and cut herself off from everyone. Having thus destroyed her support system, she would let go completely and wallow in her pain until her self-esteem threatens to get wiped out. 

Reading the mail had reminded Chandini of her own similar experience. The only difference was, with her it had happened offline… live… in the flesh. There the difference ended… and the similarity began. 

Chandini recalled the heady rush of first love… at the ripe old age of 36. She fell all the more heavily because she had never really believed in love. When she saw lovers in the movies… she felt like closing her eyes. Just to spare the actors the forced display of utter hogwash… which she was sure… was painfully embarrassing for them to portray. She was scornful and incredulous of love. “What utter bullsh*t…!” just about summed it up for her. 

It was as if God… with his utterly infuriating sense of humor… had set her up to ridicule. She met him at a mall… and was now hazy about the progression of events until THAT day six months later. Oh... the day she came to the conclusion that she likes nothing better to do with her time than to talk to him on the phone… or in person… or in her imagination. He was with her every second of every day. No opinion mattered but his… her world began and ended at him. The final evidence…? She SO loved the romantic movies… and wondered at her crassness at not having understood them before. 

Then she knew. She was in love. 

Then came the avowal… from him. It was as if he was waiting for the realization to dawn in her. Or maybe something in her changed on the outside… giving him the cue that it was time to strike. She crumpled at his feet… and was thrilled about it too… she recalled now… cringing in shame. 

The days passed in a whirl… it seemed she couldn’t find enough ways to show her love… nor too enough words to express it in. She was delirious with joy. Months raced past. 

She tried to recall now. “Was it that I was over the first ruptures of love… so I began to notice the lies… or was it the lies that broke the halo..?” 

She wasn’t sure now. Anyway, what the sequence was is hardly the point. 

It is pathetic how eagerly the human mind likes to hang on to its delusions. When she began to see his lies for the lies they were… her first strategy was to cover up for him… and spare him the pain of her accusations. But evidence piled inexorably on more evidence. It began to stifle her. She then turned her rage inward. She blamed herself for being disloyal… for doubting him. Then came the day when there was nowhere to run. It was all there in her face. He had been lying to her all along. 

She got up from her chair agitated… relieving the past. Once again she felt the despair… the utterly humiliating pain... summed up by, “But why did he have to lie…?” 

She remembered now, the process she forced herself to go through. The more deliberate to compensate for the time she had volitionally closed her eyes. She examined the entire edifice of lies… found each stone falsely pretending to be one… resting on another one similarly false. She reached the cesspool beneath the edifice… where she found him… arms akimbo… glaring accusingly at her… hating her impotently for having found him out. 

Even now she vividly remembered the strange detachment she felt the day she called him and told him she wanted to talk to him. When he came… he knew something was way wrong. She coldly laid the facts before him. Gave her proof… patiently heard him out. She wondered now what held her up that day. Why she didn’t scream and shout and tear him limb from limb. She heard him out. He was exhausted at long last… and sat looking her in malevolent loathing. 

She told him to leave. He left. Just like that. No apology… not even an attempt towards one. He left. 

She shuddered now… remembering the last look he gave her. She sat numbly for the rest of the evening and night. When she got up… it was morning. She wondered now what she did that day. She wished she could recall something dramatic that she had done that morning… something symbolic of the devastation of the past 15 hours. Nothing… she did nothing out of the ordinary. Just made herself a cup of tea. 

The next one year was difficult for her. She went through the same process of self-blame and loathing that she knew her friend was going through right now. In three weeks she was a nervous wreck… and then one day she passed out in the office from sheer exhaustion. 

She looked back at the period of recovery. She remembered with gratitude the two friends that held her together in that time. She squirmed when she remembered the way she would turn on them in her rage… followed by utter contrition… followed by requesting them to stop wasting their time with someone as worthless as her. But they stuck by her. 

Then she knew what she had to do. She had to stick by her online friend too… until she came out of her pain. She wished it were possible for her to talk to her friend face to face. It was only a momentary thought. She shrugged realizing it wasn’t possible. She decided she would write emails to her friend… as many as were needed… to get her out of the pit. The thought cheered her up. She logged into her email server again and began to write the first mail. 


…. To be Contd…