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									<title>Sweet somethings....</title>
									<link>http://www.fropper.com/ezBlog/tenjade_destiny</link>
									<description>Captivating and cosmic!!!</description>
									<language>en-us</language>
									<pubDate>2008-Nov-15, 17:09:45</pubDate>
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						<title>A REFUGE FROM DARKROOM.........</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/24694</link>
						<description><![CDATA[It was like being in a darkroom for the past few days; close witness to an entirely distorted picture developing out of a well perfected worked out relationship called marriage, being with my friend Jassi, where I saw a world of darkness.   I had been almost absent from fropper, busy in a unknown world, where I could find darkness..darkness..darknes, that&rsquo;s all I could see in her world, suffering from some old pains she grew up with during her past 7 years of marriage, out of which 5 years she had been living separately from her husband, and now busy, giving a conclusion to their lives.   I am talking of Jassi, her short name for Jasmine Kour, my new colleague and a new found friend.   I had been spending lot of time with her, trying to understand the reckless strokes, she had been lending to the canvas of her life.   She told me that she had grown tired of looking at her already shattered world; she had been feeling weary and sick at heart. So three years back, she had decided to get an absolute divorce from her husband and sued him in the court for separation.   &ldquo;Today is the last date and I have to go to the court for the final hearing, I would get divorce today, I would be finally free, legally too,&rdquo; did I sense relief in her voice?   A world once filled with colour turning black???   She requested me to accompany her to the court this time. We discussed in the coffee house, she with a cold drink and me with a black coffee, the necessity and the pain of restraint. Why I am feeling more restraint than her???   We discussed the balance to be found between letting go and holding on.   We agreed that after her final date is over, we all girl friends needed a blast, a boogie, we decided, a night out, music would do it, a nice break for all of us.   Today morning, when the phone rang at 9 o&rsquo;clock in the morning, I picked up, paused a moment as if hearing something, and said, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry, I&rsquo;ll be there on time&rdquo;.   I then shouted to my roomie: &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going out for some work.&rdquo;   I am the witness, Me Lord!!   And as comprehension began to dawn on me in that court room after 1 hour, I faced swarm of strange faces, most of them carrying the looks as if they are already familiar and acquainted with, this common public display of estranged relationships.   And among all the conclusive discussions flowing out of questions put up by the judge to the man and the woman, getting well practised answers by them, it followed by a grotesque silence, a deafening silence.   I had pushed my way through, to be a witness to a lifeless relationship, ready for its last rites, and all the faces around looked as serene as if looking at a dead body bedecked with flowers for the final journey.   I could actually see love standing in the corner howling, &ldquo;I have become orphan, I have become orphan!!!&rdquo;   The world outside the court simply asks Jassi now why this colour you ask, why not red, or grey or white. I find a world of relationships still found dazed with the brightness of promises they bring long.   I can understand the darkness of Jassi, she wants to live in&hellip;&hellip;. because in that darkness, you cannot see the world Jassi is in, with a choked up relationship, you cannot see the blood gushing from an open wound, you can't see, what pain it causes, when the one you love, just walks away from you.   At the end of a tired evening, she still is still found blocking the roads that lead to him, and upon her scattered life.., removing the fingerprints..   And what I have been doing there with her all the time&hellip;as a friend she needed most, I just held her, looking at time creeping slowly away, this hell on earth, her life and waiting for a tiny sparkle to rise in her eyes, right now staring coldly at nothing.   Did I see-A tear- in her dry eyes, -A question- on her pursed lips, I would never forget my lifetime, her face, trying to forget that face in a darkness, you can't understand..   And in this blog, I take a refuge from her silence which seems to say please don't leave me like this, alone and scared!!!    ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Nov 15, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>I, during this Diwali !!!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/24046</link>
						<description><![CDATA[During this Diwali   Sorry friends for the long break this time!!!   Let me tell you all that I recently met Geet Sudha of fropper again and wanted to share about it.   I had planned to start with Geet right away but this time, mind instead of surrendering words, as it did always, was found in a teasing mood.   I instead of finding answers from Geet as they were expected to pour out, as always, as my close friends say, I am quite good at digging out secrets, I found myself in a completely different mood.&nbsp;  After came back home, I found myself faced with a question, &ldquo;Doesn&rsquo;t this suddenly found friendship with Geet, is more than just being simply awesome?&rdquo;   This feeling of finding something awesome usually happens with young people like me who generally while on work, meet people of high corporate world, who themselves are experienced enough to meet new people and always try hard to leave a comfortable feeling.   Geet also saw the glimpse of the same drive and capability in two of my friends who accompanied me that evening, while I went to meet Geet at her place and she appreciated this young &nbsp;company openly and with all love and respect.   I was all the more finding this newly found freedom with Geet which has turned more realistic now after meeting her more than twice, has been tantalising both of mental and spiritual platforms rather than that just comfortable feeling.   The other variants of the same thought followed.   Had I been for the past few days, into an exile in my past? For surely even an exile exists in some space physical and mental.   A mind like Sita of that Ramayana fame, I had been constantly living in a state of mind, always ready to surrender, disarming myself fully to the challenging power of the will and ready go to through tests to prove myself that I still negate all the weakening tendencies of time which still threatens my ego with the inescapable fact of exile which remains alive with every Diwali.   Indignant, I during this Diwali  Refused to cooperate with Rama  To go through that Agniprakisha  Which burnt severely still to test my chastity   I instead asked the whole world  Why this test for me  When I had myself been to the same exile  Was I merely away from home on some political vacation?   Life has nowhere moved  I am still at the starting point  Hopping across the worlds  In the time, which was so squeezed together!!!   After the fall, so tongue-tied,  We are always at the starting point!!!   Remember Geet  How terrible I said it was  That I felt being in an exile these days  Working in an office,  Who is in touch with all the languages of the world  But with no world  To call our own.   How quite we looked  That winter evening  Looking at the circle of smoke  Which escaped unknowingly from the cigarette  Kept on that cold steel ash tray  And you slowly sipping your coffee  I reading my poetry for you  In that damp chilly balcony of your house   I spoke to you  Of my mother who still with her sighs  Prevents a flight into myself  She still speaks to me through her silence  And dampens my soul  Through the beats of her heart   And I told you of my father  Whose finger I still feel strongly held in my small fist  Like a sword being granted to me  Who would fight my days!!!  Who still looks like that lamp  Who sheds light upon my dark nights   And what more I can ask more my life now  As when my heart was sinking deeply in the oasis of its pain,   While living this exile of life,  Geet You came, my friend,  Who rejuvenated me  Took me back to that past,  Which had died  While tracing the  Journey of a woman to a poetess  And finally, you agreed completely&nbsp; To share all the laments of my soul.  ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Nov 02, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>MY SAGA OF FIRSTS...STARTED BY CHITRAJUST !!!!!!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/23239</link>
						<description><![CDATA[ChitraJust when started the Tale of Love  
In her words &ldquo;FIRSTS!!!!&rdquo; Lol!!!  
My mind also turned naughty  
After I read Novacaine&rsquo;s and Inky&rsquo;s blogs  
My heart is tapping hard  
After Mr. Whirley&rsquo;s Ping Pong Ball!!!  
 
But I am Sorry Friends,  
Out of That Naughtiness&nbsp; 
but badly smitten by serpent of poetry,  
I Have Written a Saga of MY FIRSTS&nbsp; 
Instead of a Love Story Like  
My Other Co-Fropperites&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;.  
 
 
A Little Knowledge Is A Dangerous Thing!!!  
Why they say,  
I realise now. (SOFT SIGHS!!!)  
 
Those FIRSTS were the explorations so virgin  
Those unplanned excursions into nothing  
 
The first romance was  
Already deciphered well  
In those Mills and Boons &amp; Nancy Friday&rsquo;s  
Read concealed inside the text books  
Or behind the curtains  
 
Minds yielding to the a borrowed passion's allure  
Eyes brightened up, once so demure!!!  
 
Heart already engaged  
With the hero of the novel  
Who drains in the eyes&nbsp; 
Dreams of&nbsp; a real life hero 
who remains So far&nbsp;So near!!  
 
Mind&nbsp; ready to plunge into  
Indulgences which promised a kick  
Into the mind  
To move on!!!  
Look beyond!!!  
See further!!!  
 
And in course of that  
 
Sometimes few young hearts embrace guilt,  
Juvenile minds get ready to pay the debts later,  
Just anxious they are  
To exchange the delights and share the pleasure,  
Life promises constantly to them  
Many moments to come!!!  
And they are in no hurry to treasure&hellip;..  
 
That&rsquo;s The First Love to Me!!!  
 
That first feeling fearless  
Which lives unaware of the agony which lies ahead  
The mind simply denies of any loss there!!!!  
 
And under the veil of a darkened evening,  
The first rage inside  
Simply melts into the depts of bliss  
That is what I call  
 
The First Kiss !!!!!  
 
 
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						<pubDate>Oct 17, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>Ravana......</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/22946</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Standing amidst the dynamic crowd,  A bubbling marsh,  I saw Ravana, the demon ignited again this year  In a fire harsh,  The blaze was never allowed to turn cold.   And as smoke rises like clouds of annihilation,  The retreating summer regains the heat,  I could feel the cold breeze adrift a common pain,  I could hear  The sacred story of  Revenge and hurt  A tale of victory re-told!!!   But as I looked at those ten pairs of eyes  Do I see trapped inside, a fallen soul, a plight?   Does he look sad to me?  As if held and led to continuity.  Captured in a callous theme of  A painful destruction  And a start of resurrection...   I looked at him, silent and surprised!!!  The hate was quietened now which was boiling inside  My mood turned sombre  And I rushed away to quit those moments of fleeting violence  Why I had been so unreasonable, so rash  Relishing a game of decay, of dust, clay and ash!!!   Who I am to blame him of a reprehensible truth?  When the same traits I aspire,  When my posture is equally mauled,  When I also strive the ambition of nothingness,  When a fist is always clenched inside my mind,  When I, a fallen man who holds inside,  A soul which flutters of a blood thirst, a fight!!!   I walked into my room  Which shares the outside pungent smell,  And in the distance I could hear  Sounds of delight swell  The Ravana caught in the theme of lost and found,  Cheers rise up that rimless ground,  Leaving behind the final end of nothing.  A calm distress all it leaves,  Inside all, A misspent something.  ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Oct 11, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>THE SERPENT OF DESIRE !!!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/22389</link>
						<description><![CDATA[THE SERPENT OF DESIRE !!!    From the summit of&nbsp;my brain  A desire broke, eager to flow like  a lake which melts from a glacier.  And instead inside,  a shower of fire erupts.   I found myself quivering wildly,  till the pulse stops shaking and the body glides away.  A rattle forms within!!!   My head buried in the pillow of need,  A cry escapes into a hiss.  A guilt struggles for breath  A noise smoothens into gasp of bliss.   And I want to wake you  You are in the bed two feet away.   A serpent pulses through me,  caught swirling lazily,  Rattling devilishly and playfully  Asking you to come and dance with it.   Looking into the mirror with my reflection  Same eyelids, same hair, same glance,  I found there a serpent eating her own tail!!!   And soon you and me,  caught into violent dance,  A passion of pain,  Injects venom into those moments  which dies its own slow death.   This night differs  As it negotiates our old pact and speaks of a new deal.   Now during the nights  When the breeze creeps in through the window,  Our backs arch and the bodies churn,  The fingers claw and we bite into the flesh!!!   Out of a tie still hushed,  Yet wider and louder now.  A relation has evolved,  which makes sharper hissing sounds.   A pattern has been altered,  Ugly stitches dropped,  And fresh, challenging threads picked up!!!   A bond is relieved of all the words,  As it is full of its own meaning!!!  ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Oct 03, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>GIRL TALK!!!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/21954</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Today I just thought of sharing random ramblings about my&nbsp; ex &amp; my&nbsp; ego!!!  
 
Please pause for a moment before the horrific upshots of some ex-husband emerge in your mind. Let me explain.  
 
The big ex is none other than one of the boys I met during the days i was staying with my&nbsp;family .&nbsp; 
 
Well,&nbsp;I met him at a family party, and we liked each other. After&nbsp;meeting him for almost five weeks, which were quite drama-filled and rock-starred out, I stated getting well-meant advice from my family about marrying him which were followed by adamant denials on my part about anything less than total post-nuptial bliss.  
 
We both came from interesting families, neither one of us living the lifestyle of the rich and famous, but neither lacking a clean, loving, supportive home. But I always thought that I was a little better than him. My ego told me I was too good for this guy that he'd only drag me down.  
 
Sounds funny, no? I guess it can be.  
 
But when I think of ego, I usually thought of someone carrying a ridiculously inflated opinion of himself, most of the time for no apparent reason.  
 
But for me it was much more than that. I believed that I deserved something better for myself. May be a steer, an aspiration and few goals set with a better life in mind, a life where I could go home to the people who loved me and were proud of me, of what I accomplished.  
 
May be I wanted more in life than the left-over scraps of just getting by.  
 
I still hate to feel like I failed at anything, and admitting that I lost something.  
 
At least I don&rsquo;t spend time on finding out and quoting the examples of ill-fated relationships to my parents, to defend my decision nor I need to assure my concerned friends and family that I know exactly what I am doing, and that everything would work out just fine.  
 
I don&rsquo;t have any family but at this point of time I prefer to think of myself as a young pioneer woman, roaming in the wilds of single-dom with lots of like minded friends and a lot of credit card debt!!! Lol!!  
 
And moreover I AM AN ADULT!  
 
(Barely. I mean, yesterday when I called up my mom, she told me on the phone that you're not an adult until you've everything under control)  
 
I have EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL! Everything just falls down around my ears and I have nothing to count on, except myself.  
 
(Ego. It makes for a better story, what can I tell you?)  
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						<pubDate>Sep 27, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>The Lost world!!!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/21448</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Out of the recent happenings like Big Bang Experiment and Delhi Blasts, which shook all of the humanity at large, I have knitted out a story obviously unscripted yet and unheard of, as it is purely a piece of fiction which has just two characters,&nbsp;Sumi and Aadesh.   The story ends with a pain, with a loss of The Lost World!!    ******************************************   Sumi clad in her most loose and caftan sized nightgown, settled herself slowly on the sofa, letting her body almost pour down and adjust itself with the curves of the sofa which softened themselves slowly with the curves of her body. Her body has recently become rounder and fuller owing to her 21 weeks pregnancy. She still fondly remembers that day when she got married to Aadesh 2 years back, who had never left her alone and was always there to love and take care of her.&nbsp;  During these two years, she couldn&rsquo;t recall a single day when Aadesh was ever faraway and unapproachable in spite of his being working in a highly competitive multinational bank, their office in Cannaught Place, one of the polished locations of Delhi.   And now she was piloting bravely a journey with her body changing every other day. Sumi woke up very late in the evening from her afternoon nap, and found herself looking like a clogged milk duct, as she viewed herself in the bathroom mirror.  She was all alone right now in one bedroom flat with a big drawing room where was kept a large cinema sized TV. Aadesh was fiery about the latest gadgets.&nbsp;  She felled suddenly pale with a fear which&nbsp; broke on her face and she looked agitated and anxious&nbsp;as she&nbsp;remembered the recent, one of the most enormous experiments done by the scientists. They recreated the conditions a few moments after the big bang. Two beams of the particles called protons would be fired!!!   With this thought, she&nbsp; felt a pain escaping from her aching bosom, a mild cramp broke through her enormous belly intermittently and her lower abdomen bloated with a lump. She could actually visualise the area of that rare experiment nestled in that labyrinth of tunnels and equipment stretching for miles, the complex has already carrying the feel of a cathedral to science.   The biggest experiment, the hunt getting on the nerves now, for a particle gave the universe its form.   She shivered out of an anxiety of how she would feel when she would be in labour, and if it turns out to be an unassisted one. She soon checked her absurd thought process, nevertheless, it didn&rsquo;t change her feelings or nor there was any shift in her mood.   Sumi quietly sneaked into&nbsp;the drawing room, and slowly threw herself on the sofa, and found herself suffering from bad swing of moods because of the last night&rsquo;s fight with Aadesh when she accused him to be ruthless.   Aadesh was away for three days, he was scheduled to be coming today morning, but instead, he waltzed through the door shortly after lunch yesterday. Usually he calls on his way home, but he decided to surprise her. Sweet? Normally, unless you are 21 weeks pregnant and want everything to be planned in advance. So instead of being grateful for his early arrival, Sumi felt annoyed. And Aadesh like always gracefully ignored her bad behaviour.   She&nbsp; dismissed the clich&eacute; of blaming Aadesh for getting her into this uncomfortable state by a sudden gush of love for him. A moan slowly escaped through her throat for Aadesh, his lover, his life to be near her. She yearned to see&nbsp;him stretching out his hands to her. She awfully missed him.   She nervously switched swiftly through the channels out of an irritating boredom which seemed to surface around,&nbsp; found herself caught in one of the most popular news channels already reporting about the second blast, which had already taken at &lsquo;M Block&rsquo; market at Greater Kailash, one of the busiest places in Delhi on Saturdays as were many shoppers.   She shuddered out of fear when she remembered that Aadesh while leaving for office today had planning to visit one of the markets, considered to one of the busiest junction selling foreign goods. He wanted to have look at some latest I pod launched in the market.   Now it is already 7 PM. The news channels already giving highlights about the last blast which took at 6:15 PM IST time in Ghaffar market. Sumi was straining her mind out to remember the market which Aadesh had planned to go.   Her attention was caught by a man being shown on TV, who stood up right after the blast, on his legs, and Savi was horrified to see actually a torso of a man trembling in air, which had lost his face, his nose and his mouth already contorted now carrying loose edges of skin with drops of blood which constantly dripped on his shirt which was ripped apart from the blast and hanging loosely on his wide chest.   His ripped chest displayed his ribs, torn out of that heavenly lightning which struck him. The deep gashes on his body bleeding profusely glistened like cliffs, deep red in the setting sun, the yellow limbs suspending down, slowly of those glistening cliffs.   Sumi&nbsp; had a strong reminisce now of that news which she inattentively heard, describing in details about a man on the other side of the city and he was knocked out by the force of the blast while he was walking down a street in the sprawling Ghaffar market with a friend.&nbsp;she suddenly felt his description resembled Aadesh&rsquo;s personality a lot.   A loud deafening noise of hundreds of invisible bayonets, cannons and bombs suddenly opened fire around her and she could feel a sword drunk on the blood of many bumped into her lower bulge. She suddenly emptied herself and like flood waters recede and there it was coiled behind it, a large chunk of a skin which bore the shape and arcing posture of a baby. Sumi wreathed with pain and finally fell motionless in the collapse.   She during her last journey saw herself lying on a naked road in a blood pool, surrounded by crowd of people looking upon her while Aadesh holding her dead motionless body is sobbing like a child whom nothing can console and everyone seems to tell him:   Where is the assassin?   In whose sleeve is hidden the redeeming knife which snatched away so cruelly his life, his Sumi from him, his unborn child?   And in distant, there could be heard a thunder from the skies, covering with clouds ready to weep at this gory show, a thumping sound of a bang could be heard clearly. The devastation of the bang exploded out of the layered earth, showing its first signs of escape.   Aadesh now looked at the sky out of his bedroom window which also looked beaten by love and hate, looked equally mourned, cried out and agitated and aghast as Aadesh was at the question &ldquo;Is this the way the world ends, not with a bang but a moan.&rdquo;   Death doesn&rsquo;t take off as swiftly as the blast, it escapes away in years of life in sadness for The Lost World!!!  ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Sep 17, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>THE COURT OF INFIDELITY ...</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/21014</link>
						<description><![CDATA[The question of infidelity is always in vogue&hellip;and we have always in fight to find answers&nbsp;to it,&nbsp; have thrown more questions&nbsp; to the man and the other woman in life!!  
 
My extension to that thought in my own way&hellip;.call it a poem or a story, you will find rhythm somewhere which somewhere rhymes.  
 
My own perception to this relationship with a contemporary touch&hellip; might true hold in the virtual world too&hellip;  
 
I have recently heard of a term coined as &ldquo;Virtual Infidelity.&rdquo; ANY THOUGHTS ON THAT???  
 
 
THE COURT OF INFIDELITY :  
 
We all talk of courts in mythology  
But today still a court exists,  
which runs inside and outside lives day and night  
Like the old days court, still flaunts us in our destined places  
but still anticipates from us that we treat with righteousness  
The Culprit and The Victimised, The Outside Relations We Seek!!  
Still these courts, whether New or Old,  
Still settling the battles the few we lost&nbsp; 
and the battles we all have to win!!  
 
In this court of life,  
We all are no more than courtesans,  
Each has his own level of hierarchy, enjoys his own circle  
Each has his own time to stay,  
Each reaps to the extent what he sows.  
 
A show of sheer performance and a chase to be par excellence,  
In drama with relations,  
With inside when hatred grows, we all are demanded of our happy side to reveal!!  
 
 
THE MAN:  
 
They all wear a plastic mask, wearing a smile so inelastic  
Doesn&rsquo;t hold good even to quiver a single heart  
while tries to make a point to be happy  
Yet inside there, a man lives there  
Who wishes to shun all the privacy loaded to let out a loud cry!!  
 
In this crowd of many called own,  
His family, his friends who ready to stand with him  
to lend him an ear when he wants to speak  
or take out time to see what he has to share  
 
But there in the outside world, he already has found a lap  
which proudly displays a tag of infidelity  
but still holds high an improbable prophecy  
where he can bury his head in and simply can have a silent cry  
 
He simply loves the other woman!!  
 
THE OTHER WOMAN:  
 
Who is this other woman??  
She is the main actress of the play..  
The main woman of the life of fantasy, of dreams  
She is a woman so real, never been close to her own place in life  
She roams day by day, playing roles!!  
 
He even told her one day that when he was thirteen  
Before he could even be rightfully called a man  
He was forced into a sort of forest  
Where he first tasted the forbidden fruit  
Which grew as a real fruit on a real tree  
The tree of knowledge of evil &amp; good  
He is still lost in a thick haze  
While in the jungle of reality to haunt him  
He often escapes to this dream-scape!!  
 
He asks her shyly &ldquo;In this wildness which prevails  
Looks hungry to devour you,  
how do you manage to hold your own wildness intact&rdquo;  
You still soften the Wilderness of many hearts  
A hunt you still provoke,  
With every move of yours, the life seems to move!!  
 
Does the road taken with you  
Really leads us to salvation  
Or it leads us all to a life of exile!!  
 
And she, the main woman of the play&nbsp; 
 
She wears a mask which sculpts her cheeks and models her eyes&hellip;  
Which holds back all melancholy and all her sighs&hellip;  
 
And she is the main woman of the play  
Caught in an unabashed orgy of roles  
She shares herself with near ones and sundry, to all!!  
 
She is the woman of the play  
The woman who is all vocal, who spoken it all  
Who never wanted any privilege to fall silent  
And while the final dialogue is on  
When the answer is most awaited  
In this fight of chastity and ability to enact  
She is lost in with the last dialogue  
With the woman inside which wants to remain simply quiet!!  
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						<pubDate>Sep 08, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>WHY DO WE USE GAALIS (ABUSES)???</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/20608</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Belonging to a town in Punjab and being a part of a family where like any normal family, in spite of many verbal brawls commonly occurring between&nbsp;my family members, I still found my father, my uncles and my cousins communicating in a socially accepted language. Till I landed up in a college in Delhi, I never knew that there was a word named &lsquo;gaali&rsquo;.   After spending almost 2 long years in a co ed college, I was almost convinced that next to feeling of being alive and high on life, gaali was the most ubiquitous phenomenon of that place.   I still remember when during the first few days, one day as I was passing through the corridor casually with few guys bantering down there, I saw them discussing about a girl&hellip;.. One of the guys rounded up his lips to resemble a football and threw a word beginning with Ch in Hindi&hellip; (If any soul reading this feels offended, please forgive me.).   I was equally offended and caught that word in the volley of words in deft fashion and nearly screamed at him and threatened to complain to the professor. Observing the primary pangs of conscience, I was shocked at the language coming out of the mouths of students of one of the centers of learning.   Gradually when I started moving around, I found every other guy even at&nbsp;public places using gaalis everyday. When I actually could capture the meaning of those words, I really felt the torturing pain of my soul obsessed by a strange fanaticism to kill those immoral beings. The pain reduced drastically as I attained understanding why this strange phenomenon actually captured the society.   I used to wonder what has our society come to??? Every other guy eager to be a part of the group of humanoids who would remind us of our ma-behen (mothers and sisters) every single moment in almost all the places and instances which could be thought of like while travelling in bus, metro, at public places, in cinema and are speculating about the anatomies of other people&rsquo;s ma behen.   Surely the young minds of the nation are constantly on the way to master the art of the wonderful juxtaposition of one or more words that refer to particular parts of the human anatomy dealing with the ejection of bodily fluids, names of close relations usually female, names of certain species of animals and several action verbs.   These are surely the innovative ways of PUNCTURING THE OPPOSITION, PUMPING UP A COMMON SPIRIT AND LETTING LOOSE THE BEAST INSIDE?   I recently even once conducted a small study to corroborate my findings. One of my male friends at work deserves credit for making understand the spirit of gaali and know its true existence and identity in simple terms.   One day I fired a question to him &ldquo;Why do you guys use such bad words?&rdquo; Why this gaali spirit enjoy such insurmountable status and lives in the mouth of millions??   He told me that Gaali besides playing an invisible role in their social lives more fun and joyous also brought easiness like when as a new acquaintance when he was trying to gel with the old guys in the office, he found he could gel in easily when gaali was used often during mingling.   Of course counting exceptions is totally unnecessary here as there might be few NOBLE SOULS as society prefers calling them who still don&rsquo;t use those words and every time, an abuse is hurled at a man or a woman, which most of the times meander around mothers and sisters and centred on private parts, they still wish things would change.   WHAT DO U THINK GUYS???   ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Aug 31, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>THE ART OF WANDERING !!!!</title>
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						<description><![CDATA[A life spent prudently and played with all the rules learnt from everyone, even from swindlers, crooks and fools, no offense meant to anyone, after all everyone has his own lesson of strength to lend and resilience to share.   In midst of all this, doesn&rsquo;t mind crave sometimes to idle away time on useless things or just loiter around aimlessly?   Does &quot; loitering &quot; sound a bit offensive so let me call aimless wandering? It is no less than an art.   That&rsquo;s what I did a few days back. It was a beautiful Sunday evening. As I tried to furtively slip out of my house unnoticed after sleeping for the whole day, I was stopped in my tracks by my roomie&rsquo;s piercing voice, let&rsquo;s go for shopping!!!   I have some work to go for!!! I answer truthfully, and I was aware, that this&nbsp;answer would preclude the next question, what time I would be back? I shot back again, I don&rsquo;t know.   Don&rsquo;t know, means what, she shouted, but I pretended not to hear and make myself scarce and disappear as fast as possible.   It was a bright evening, I felt elated. Face flushed with a sense of carefree irresponsibility, I walked with a spring in my step. I was all in mood to enjoy my leisure. Should I turn left or right? I was free to choose.   The way I walked I felt as if many gave me an amused look and I kept walking, panning my gaze all over, and pausing once in a while to feast my eyes on any attractive object that arrests my attention.   A beautiful model on a large billboard in front of me seemed to gaze at me, &ldquo;Where are you going?&rdquo; she pursued. Nowhere, I said. She seemed to stare at me for a moment and soon seemed to be wearing a look of perplexed dejection as I walked off.   On Sunday evening, every place looks simply swarming with people that no one gives attention to anyone.   And in midst of all this crowd, I simply seem to blend well, when I realize that in spite of being still counted as disadvantaged as compared to the people who are rich, famous or have a striking personality, I can still enjoy the marvelous benefits of insignificance and the being a part of anonymity.   If it hadn&rsquo;t been would I have been able to enjoy myself with such carefree abandon and this kindda carefree irresponsibility.   The road side stalls and all the eateries crowded with noisy families bashing away regardless greedily demolishing the heaps of food before them seemed to satisfy my own need of satiation.   In that noise, I could sense a tranquil ambiance, so comforting and flattering emerging in my heart that I could really surf through my hearts content, and simply lost myself into that wonderful state of timelessness I experienced that time and I realized it happened because I was totally engrossed into doing something I loved.   Shall I go further wandering through the streets where every person seems to give some news, everything has a novelty and every poster has its advice to lend. Or shall I simply head home???   In that silent walk, all of us&hellip;the houses, the stones, posters and the sky held a long friendly conversation on the possibilities which were endless!   The freedom to enjoy life and win its ultimate reward, a happiness you gain when you really cease doing the things you have to do. You stop valuing time and you achieve its highest value. What reward could be greater than a life enjoyed as it is lived?   So do discover the art of wandering and you can trade in the art of living from the business of living.  ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Aug 21, '08</pubDate>
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