You have the greatest gift of TODAY. Invest it wisely !

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02:23 AM, Wednesday.

Yesterday one of my very old friends called to say hello. He was a very dear friend of mine back in my Nainital days (Uttaranchal). It was somewhere 2001-02 back then, almost 13 years ago. People call it Uttarakhand today. For me it will be always Uttaranchal. I did my schooling here. I was completely shaken when the name flickered on my cellphone, simply out of the blue he had called.

By the evening one of my college friends argued with me over a call, on how could I miss a wedding of indeed one of my dearest friends. Its hardly 3 years since we left college. His exact words were,” Bhai tu to bada aadmi ban gya. Bahut busy ho gya. Meri bhi shaadi me aayega ki nahi ? “(Brother, you have become big. You are too busy. Will you even care to attend my wedding ?). He was a very dear friend of mine from college who had gone to attend one of our mutual friends’ wedding. College days. Oh, My Manipal days.

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Simply simple !

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#The Untold Wish

” I want to live simply.

I want to sit by the window when it rains,

and read books I ‘ll never be tested on. “

” I want to paint because I just want to.

And not because I’ve got something to prove.

I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high,

and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. “

” I want not to be governed by money or clocks,

or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself.

I just want to be. Boundless and Infinite. “

Stories worth $haring #3 : Realities of Job

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ginormous#Fictitious

#Well, this is the reality. For those taking up a job !

One day while walking down the street a highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.

“Welcome to Heaven” said St. Peter. “Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we’ve never once had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we’re not really sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” said the woman.

“Well, I’d like to, but I have higher orders. What we’re going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in.”

“Actually, I think I’ve made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven”, said the woman.

“Sorry, we have rules.”

And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell.

The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends – fellow executives that she had worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner.

She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind Sof cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.

The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St. Peter waiting for her.

“Now it’s time to spend a day in heaven,” he said. So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.

“So, you’ve spent a day in hell and you’ve spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity,”

The woman paused for a second and then replied, “Well, I never thought I’d say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell.”

So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell.

When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks.

The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.

“I don’t understand,” stammered the woman, “yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable.”

The Devil looked at her smiled and exhaled,

 

Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you’re an Employee“.

The Three Letter Magical Indian Word – S.E.X. !

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ssexxSex is THE BIG WORD in India. Don’t you think so ? Come on, accept it !

The mystery stills prevails for me. Why it has to be so ?

Don’t we do it ? Don’t we like to do it ? Don’t we want to ? Don’t we need to ?

Well, most of us do it daily, it keeps triggering nonstop in our human minds all the time, yet we Indians don’t find it worth discussing or debating. No matter we have reached to 1.3 billions, without talking much into it. And these are just the statistical figures for the year 2013. Now, don’t even get me started on the actuals.

In India, you have to check around everytime when you use this magical word. And I am not talking on doing it. I am just focussing on spelling it out. Out and aloud. It can be very difficult and at times embarrasing too. When heard unintentionally from strangers, people find it a bit misleading. They freak out, actually ! You might be confronted as a sex slave or sex-hungry-addict or a to-be-rapist (I am actually running out of words now), nonetheless synonymed a spoiled brat along with annoying faces of old men and ladies, followed by a subdued murmuring of not-so-appraising words.

Haven’t you heard the epic one liners ? “Good girls from good families doesn’t talk about sex.” “I don’t think your parents brought you up well. You poor chap.” I would say, “WTF ? Really ?”

talk-about-sexWe have this uncontrollable urge to hide it from the kids as well. The kid, till he becomes an adolescent and have some open friends, remains mysterious of the story behind the curtains. There was one kid in my high school, the sharpest of students though, had hardly any knowledge of this. He was unable to swallow the thought of father doing his mother, after one of friends revealed the truth in front of him. My father ? How can he ? Excuse me, its not possible ! My father is a very nice guy. He actually had an urge to thrash his father, before we convinced him on this broad subject and on how it works.

We are supposed to be world famous for that. Don’t you think ? We wrote an entire book on that – Kama Sutra. Remember ? We actually educated the world on how to do it and in how many ways you can do it. But still it is considered as a taboo in our own country, the so called Modern India.

From 500 million to 1.3 Billions in just 60 years ? We have nosedived into the situation. We know that. But talking about sex in a open manner or a girl (even guys) asking for a condom at a chemist shop attracts a different set of opinions, and that too judgemental. The eyes tend to switch, whomsoever near you hears the word condom, as if you are talking about an element yet to be discovered, as soon as you place your demands on the counter. We, the-so-called-civilised-ones find it too inappropriate to talk about it, but we don’t mind doing it on a bare street, groping in particular not being big-a-deal.

I am glad to see that today’s youngsters, in general, do not feel the same way. They like to talk it out and they do. Although they receive more criticisms than appreciations, but they are more than happy in doing that. Consider me one. I believe these numbers are rising as well. We need to understand that its completely natural.

Its best to say that, the soon more people find this worthy enough to talk about, the better it will be for the society and the individual. The least, it will reduce the frequency of sexually transmitted diseases, better education of children about sex, abolish unprotected intercourse and the list goes on.

I believe if we can do it every now and then, we can anyway talk about it and educate others. 

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