HEY BEAUTIFUL!

   Having seen a lot of couples who gave got together in a romantic relationship, the question that everyone would like to ask them would be ‘how did it all start?” though some of these stories would not make any sense, still we pretend to listen. But have most of us tried to read between the lies? What makes it exciting for a man and a woman’s first feeling that just holds the relationship for their entire lifetime. Of course when it’s for arranged marriage the story is completely different, but in there too the spark does happen. Some would call it a magical feeling and others prefers to smile as they know it’s more than just a four letter word that could explain the entire unfolding of things that happened to them. All this just don’t happen on its own. It’s the nature that makes it or science as geeks would explain. We all know wind is caused by uneven heating of earth, when the gentle breeze blows and the strands of a girls hair just brushes through her forehead and when she tried move it off; she looks dramatically beautiful for that point of time.  The guy who manages to catch a glimpse of it and has no preconceived notion about her, guess what happens, BOOM he falls for her. And all  of this has nothing to do with Hodwarts or Voldemort of course.

  She wouldn’t have even spoken a word or you even don’t know her at all. But all you know is you have fallen for her. But the best part is even if newton wouldn’t have found gravity, this will happen. Who takes the blame here, of course not the girl, she isn’t that beautiful, nor was the guy he is just cornered. Or was it  the sunshine that just  shone which made her eyes dazzle for that moment or the rain drops on her lips that confuses him, that was it lust or love that glued two dissimilar pieces of personalizes  together for that point of time. “Not all women are beautiful, but most men are blind”, two undeniable facts that’s stands strong amends all fantasies.

  May be that’s the reason that LOVE is so close to GOD. Scientists may explain it with loads of reactions, but all you and me can understand is it’s that point of time when our head and heart is at war, and there is no clear winner all this happens. At that very moment when you see that kind of girl, the heart would pump us to say “hey beautiful “. There are people who say it and there are people who don’t. Of course there are different traps waiting for both kind of them, but they are the two kinds of people that make this entire green planet.  GREEN, PEACE equals GOD, LOVE. Right hand side equal to left hand side. Hence proved it’s a beautiful world after all.  

MESSAGE SENDING FAILED (SHORT STORY)

“Salman”, the HR called.

‘You can get in for the group discussion round’. She said. This is the final hurdle that I have to par through. I know, I will , but the tension in and around me is twisting and squeezing every drop of blood of my body out as sweat. The pebbles of sweat had covered my entire forehead.  Wiping it with my moist handkerchief I said “yes ma’am” and stood on my feet. From that moment on, I thought ,I am own for the rest of my life and marched into the group discussion hall. I have a feeling something was incomplete. When one is in a situation like this everything around him seems to send signals. The right pant pocket was what I had to pay attention to. My phone was buzzing. I had been here only a few hours, and I have turned inhumanly superstitious.

Picking up my mobile right now would not be a great idea I thought so I asked the person nearby, “Where was the rest room? “

‘This way he pointed out’ and I just rushed. I pulled out the mobile from my pocket unlocked it. It was her. 7 missed called. How I ignore all those, I wondered. I could not figure out a convincing reply for myself. I dialed her, wondering what would be the reason. It has been a few days that we had talked well. With the hopes that there is nothing wrong, I place the mobile near my ears to hear her voice. It was her ring tune ‘tujh mein rab dikhta hai’ the song consoled me. Still my heart continued to throttle up to its maximum. Even a small rupture would drain out 5 liters of blood right away. Her voice could have helped me better than ever, but in vain. Looking at the mirror, those times that we spend together just flashed though my head. It was almost like bolts 100meters race; it started and ended in no time. But some crazy voice in my head asked me to calculate the angular velocity if it was a javelin throw that bolt had participated. It was a wakeup call by my conscious to get my ass out of there. Rushing into the group discussion hall I made sure that only my intellectual brain was just working for the next 90 minutes. I just buried the emotional nerve deep enough so that I could dig it up right back after 90 minutes.

‘Thank you all, you may leave the hall’, these mere words were the key to it. I was right back on track. I pulled out my phone and dialed her again. The same song played; waiting for her to pick up the call I boarded the bus to home. Waiting to listen to her voice .All I was left with was disappointments that just echoed all over. Not a single thought of the interview had crossed my mind yet. Our time together and those long nights walk where just flashing by. Grazing through the window, looking at the fast moving surroundings, I just wished if the sorrw and suffering in life too had the same fate.

‘Buzz’ my mobile vibrated. This time it was for a very short while and it died. I knew it was a text. Unlocking the phone it showed ‘1 new message’. I clicked on to open the message. It was from her. The very sight of her text fueled happiness in me.

‘Busy ah!?’

 The text did not have a smiley. That wasn’t her at all. Every text she send her had a smiley, after the day I said I could see her face in those smiley. The cool face, wink, sad and angry ones. She always sent me smiley. But there was something wrong.

‘no way bak home J’ I replied.

 And continued grazing waiting for her reply. After a while when I knew there was no text from her, I decided to go for it. Before I could start typing her text pop-ed up. Clicking to open the inbox again. The screen just shut off leading to a call. Without any hesitation I picked up.

‘Hello, is this Salman ?’

‘Yes, who’s this?’

‘You just attended an interview with us , right?’

‘yes, what about it.?’

‘Your called letter has been emailed to you. So verify and do the needful at earliest.”

 Before I could spill out the words of gratitude, the call was ended. Looking at the mobile screen again there text popped up.

‘I am  moving, good bye forever.’

Emergency dial 5, that was the place I put her , right in middle of my phone, right in middle of my life. I hit it hard regretting my decision. The call did not connect as I excepted.  My eyes went numb so did my emotions.

I just took the mobile and texted,

‘I don’t know what you were deprived out of this relationship. If you think this is the best for us, too believe in you.’

 And presses the send button without much emotion into it. I did not think even I should give a second thought about it.

‘Message sending failed.’  

I had no idea why this appeared right now.

Thinking that a person will never enjoy multiple benefits in life. the time was up for something to fail. This time it was my relationship I thought and calmed myself.

My friend besides me looked at me and asked, what the date today. I looked at my watch. It showed March 31^st and I said so.

‘Idiot its April 1^st today, get the off your day dreaming asshole. Again I need to change the date in my phone. ‘he said and moved seats.

I pulled out my mobile. There was her text again.

A wink face, I could literally see her face in that text.

THE END.

A MUSICAL WIZARD - HANS ZIMMER

   Hollywood movies are a fascination for people around the globe for various reasons. But there are only some names that will have special reactions that your brain and heart respond to. Hans Zimmer is one of them.  Though he is not an actor whose profound performance makes your heart bleed, nor a director who waits for the state of the art technology so that the audiences get to watch a visual treat on screens. But the very aspect of background score is redefined by this musician, which makes us wonder most of the time is he really a musician or a wizard. The lion king , gladiator , crimson tide , the dark knight trilogy , if you have seen any of these movies, apart from what you have seen on screen the things that your hear and head responds to, is this legends work. He crafts the music in such a way that it’s thrusted into the soul of the movie which creates an emotional bond between the audience and the cinema. Some of his BGM scores make you realize that our ears are indeed connect to brain and brain in turn to the body and soul. Why do I say this, because every cell starts reacting to his work. 

  I have Read music heals souls, but  only some does break the emotional barrier of a person and explore the various terrains of an individual. Sounds comes out of an instrument, but when it’s out of  Zimmer’s studio , beware it will mess up our mind and heart to such an extent that you start hating yourself for not listening to it earlier. Play the BGM of dark knight and close your eyes, after a few minutes tears would clod your eye lids waiting to roll down. Zimmer doesn’t deserve an Oscar , but something much more that can’t be tagged on. Even when Hans Zimmer leaves the world, only the tombstone will have the date of his body’s death. The sound of his passion and charismatic music will echo in every mind and those will not just remain traces. There is one sun around which the earth revolves, and there is some music to which soul sinks HANS ZIMMER is one of them. And of course when its Nolan’s movie I don’t have words to describe what my head and heart fells

better

from when i was a child .. my mom taught me every thing ..

she told me there is god the one above all ..

since then this has going in my mind ..

then why is there all those people suffering ..

without any buffer ...

there is lot of things that needs to be done ..

why is there people so different ..

tall, dark, short ,crook why so different ..

he could have made things even ..

all the world into a single place ..

people talking the same words..

guys and girls looking the same ..

why did nt all that happened ...

why rich why poor .. why is things so strange ..

making all sober ..

may be thats what makes things better ..

thatz what make thing people better ..

making things around get less litter ..

so lets make things better ..

with less litter..

making less of problems around our home..

lets all broom the whole world .. and its time for it ..

so where is the watch .. see the time and lets start off ..

help us.. help yourself .. make this world a better place ..

SIMPLIFED STARDOM- AJITH KUMAR alias Thala

A 1986 high school dropout, who loves racing takes up two wheeler auto mechanic as a profession; no one his wildest dreams would have thought t that this half bramin, half sindhi kid could be the heart rob superstar of south Indian cinema after decade .though most of these information are by heart for his fans and of course is in Wikipedia page. But in spite of these, what makes him a better deserving super star of this generation than any other actor. Of course when an actor is loved by the people he becomes a ‘star’. But when the fan following becomes a cult, he becomes a superstar deserving the stardom status. Rajinikanth is a doubted super start himself, but some aspects KamalHaasan does outshine him. But still seeing the fan following and the Rajini mania at the box office we all know who’s the most favored among the public. Similarly, seeing the current Tamil cinema’s trend there are lot of stars such as Vijay, Simbu and others but here is some unique aspect that makes Ajith stand out of the crowd.

 With attractive looks , impressive acting skills and right choice of movies anyone can make  it up to the stardom .but sticking  to it at all times can only be done by a  few  people like Ajith, who in spite of having 14 odd flops in a 20 year long career(1992-2012). If for any actor, than him guess they would have just opted for the vanishing trick. Instead, he opted for levitationtrick, defying the myth of cinema and critics around him. That’s where this magician just outsells others. High school dropout, speed fanatic, superstar and heartthrob of millions. Sometimes I wonder is that the algorithm to super-stardom where, no matters what people love you forever. But not always. Hearing Mr.Ajith Kumar’s message for his fans during vijayawards 2012 which read “look after your parents, god will look after you”. These mere words just showed it’s not the stardom, flesh and bones that built that human being. No matter how big a tree grows, it should always be intact with its roots, same goes for human being too. No matter how huge his movie gets , he still remains intact which keeps in being intimidated. a 40 year  old stardom struck, human being , that’s what Ajith Kumar is . In 1971 , his name just meant ‘invincible’, even after 40years he works every day to live up to it. Stardom struck to simple extraordinary sole, that’s what he will always continue to be.

 Reading the article everyone would have thought that, the writer is obviously a AJITH fan. That would be wrong cent percent. I admire him, but I am afraid that I will turn into those mad , crazy fans of thala after all.-sreejz

PS: if i could write the entire post just replacing the AJITH's name with someone else, it could be AKSHAY KUMAR, except the par that he loves cooking :)

WHY DEM0CR@CY $UCKS* !

 The most hyped political algorithm, democracy has spread its wings from the land of rising sun to the land of opportunities. The most of the other places just fell it place to follow the same political set up eventually, to keep the house of cards from falling apart, and stay intact. Asking a common man about thee democracy, he would start about the corrupt society and policies that plunger the tax payer’s money. The simple and most straight example of democracy is standing in a QUEUE. Everyone at some point has stood in a queue. The whole pros and cons of democracy can just be illustrated by the mere act of being in a queue.  You are standing at last part if the queue waiting and desperately wanting it to move quickly with almost frustration. Some where In the middle you start hearing the mumble of a person about how things around could have been change and be far better than how it actually is. There are the most common people that are found in every long standing queue (the complaint  boxes). But of course there are other kinds of people. The mumble attracts other people towards him, not because they share the same thought, but because they are really annoyed and looking for the environment for distraction. This would make the second kind of people. The third variety would be the guys who start conversation mentioning the mumble. Pointing figure how stupid he is to talk this way in a public domain. Suddenly out of the blue a darling jackass pops up from the queue and moves forward just because he’s got someone who he knows. It annoys most of the people, distracts some. Democracy plot spoiler just begins to show his face. If it was any other political system followed (dictatorship) this could be explained. But now, the people just console themselves blaming the fate, as if they know if there exists something out there. But this guy did emotionally rape other out there.

 But the best part of the whole scenario, is one could just Ogle search every women other there, who are just not far away from them. The guys just enjoy this part because this is what keeps them emotionally intact. Their thoughts wander in the pursuit of that dream girl , who hardly makes a cameo appearance. If she does, then there is a better fantasy than harry potter being filmed by the trillion hormone gushing into this head, reflecting is from the amount of water off his mouth.

 But after all contact matter, If you got that guy, who could do stuff for you. Then you are the man. People just envy you like a pornstar, who they are enjoy looking at and wouldn’t mind a favor from. But never would like to have besides then 24X7. Democracy is a big fuckup ideology that a couple of amateur virgins idolized. They did not know how big bitch it would turn out to be when it grows and becomes an adult. Democracy is like a dildo, in the hands of a straight guy. He knows how to use it , but he prefers not to. If he did just would just end up being an alien. It’s just in the wrong hands and misused, of course I meant democracy ;)

IS THERE A WAY OUT; OF COURSE WHAT DOES IN SHOULD COME OUT. PEOPLE BETTER START THINKING.

hush Crush

PROLOGUE

Reading about different emotions that evolve in a person as part of my school assignment the strangest one that I could not figure out was “crush”. I did not know why. I did not want to refer a dictionary, I was sure it would not help me. Emotion are better understood when you feel them; I thought.  Though I completed the assignment successfully, still there was something incomplete.  As time passed, everything around me changed. I was told I am mature enough to understand what’s doing around me. I too accepted most part of it. Shakespeare said world is a stage, and we were mere actors who play our part in it. My stage was being set. The time has come for my entry. Everything changed after that. The way I looked at the world, the way the world looked at me. May be nothing changed, and only I felt that way.

INTRODUCTION

Teenage is supposed to be the best part of everyone’s life. But not mine. I was a couch potato. Sitting at home, spending the most of the time with my mom. I did have friends but I did not spend much time with them except school. Sharing funny stories with my mom were what I preferred. She being a teacher was the best part. She understood everything better. Some time she would even figure out what would the guys have done even without me getting to the ending? We sat together and laughed at the pranks at school.  When she cooked I would sit on the kitchen table and talk. This way I learned a lot of cooking. That is the best part, I would do one thing, but end up learning something more that I never expected. Growing older the pranks in school changed. I knew time had come, that some things could not be shared. Sometime I thought, the reason that my mom gets me well is because I was a part of her, at least for a short period of time. What would it be if it was someone else I thought?

THE PLAY BEGAN

College days began, everything there was different. Studying all these years in a boy’s school had its up sides, but there was one disastrous side that I have mentioned earlier. I have never talk to a girl in my entire life. It might be hard to imagine, but it’s true. Other than my mom, and family no single soul. I knew that well, but I did not bother about it at all. The college class room has enough Girls, but I was not interested in them at all. So I did what I did best, bond with the guys. The fun in the last bench was ultimate. Most days some guys did not even have pens to write notes; we would pretend writing with our bare hands. 

After a month there was our college day, that was when the fun when to the peak. There was more action “off stage” than “on stage”. We guys did everything to keep the spot light on us. Our faces were all over. That had being a mistake that changed the course of events in college. After that people knew who I was.  By this time, I had a huge list of friends in Facebook. I did not know most of them, all I knew was there were from my college. So I added them all. One of the most interesting part was there were some from my own class, whom I have not even spoke to before.

Things started changing when the college started after the brief holidays. (I don’t call it semester holidays; I never gave a dame about exams) The class was not same after that. The part of the room that I have always ignored starts appearing in my radar.  I could sense, nothing was ever the same.

But there was this girl who always smiled when I entered the class. I did not know why. I have been noticing this for some time now. She smiled. But did not speak a word. I too did the same. Rather I was afraid to make the first move. Days passed by, the routine went on. I knew I had to make the next step. I had a plan. And it was what I’m always good at “being stupid”. When our professor asked us to describe smile, I just popped up from my seat and shouted “smile the reason for love, and war”.   She turned, looked and again smiled. And this time I knew it meant go ahead. The first time I stood in front of the whole class and talked.  Stage fright, tension, there was nothing what first timers complained about.  For me there was no audience, it was just her. She listened, that was enough. After making my point I took my seat. Guys went gaga over the talk, but I was expecting something else. I wanted her reaction. In vain.  She did not respond. But I was happy; around me they thought I was happy about the first talk. In me, I was just thinking about her who was grazing at me for such a long time. That was enough, I though. From that time I made it a point to get in front for any talks. Just to see her, see her smile. Get the feel of that energy.

The episode of smile continued for quite a long time. I was coward enough not to strike a conversation; nor fate had any plans for us to meet up. I don’t blame either. The time hasn’t come yet I thought. What was happening in me was amazing. It was not love, and I was sure about that. Only now I could describe what crush exactly is. Nothing to give , nothing to take. Still I enjoyed it.

Finally came the day , that I was waiting for . “You talk really well” she said. Even her eyes meant the every word that her lips said.

 “Not really, I just speak non- sense I replied”. Again was the smile. The smile that I would do anything for. “But I like that non-sense she said.”

“Why don’t you talk anytime? I was expecting you to, but you never did” I asked.

“I play the part of audience well she said” I did not reply a word this time.

Soon every day we would talk something. At least I made a point to say hi every day. But I made it a point not to bid goodbye anytime. We became good friends. She helped me, and I too helped her. Nothing mattered much to me when we were together. But my friends did start noticing the change. I did not have to convince them, they all knew well I would not take stuff beyond friendship. Other gender has never grasped my interest until now. This girl too wasn’t special. But the smile had something mystical. 

 This went on for a 2 years. The friendship between us was really great. We enjoyed each other’s company. But I made it a point that I at least had a chat with her every day. 

Every time I talk to her, I look at her smile, the smile that makes me cheerful for the rest of the day. But things changed soon. Nothing really did, only I thought it that way.

Final year had come up and everything was going the way it should. Most of us were busy with our project .somehow I managed to get her into my team so that I would at least be happy during the last year of stay together. But just one day changed the way everything shaped up for the last 3 years.  I happened to participate for a inter college cultural fest. I hadn’t been for anything that huge, until then.  When I turn around, there would be beautiful girls all over. It was a awesome feeling. I never thought the world had this number of beautiful girls. More than enjoying the moment I felt proud being amidst them. Each and everyone there was unique, in their talent and looks of course. We guys used code words to point out the besting looking girl who was sticking around. 

“Now I understand the difference between limited edition and mass produced cars “one of my friends said.

But there is one problem with most of the guys. When some girl says hi, they just try being nice to her and forget about their friends. This place was not a exception too. Coming to a place with 5 guys and now no one to stick around felt terrible but had no choice; I just moved on, participating in my events. In the debate, I was put against a girl. She wasn’t beautiful than the girls that I just saw. There wasn’t anything special, but there was something really great which I realized only after a few minutes. After the debate was done, we sat together and she said “you were good, you think differently” and then she smiled. The smile was more than just a smile. There was lots of energy and charisma in it. The moment she smiled, it wasn’t just her teeth peeping out her lips it was also the charm out of her soul I forgot everything around me. And I knew she was the reason for it. Everything at that moment made me feel different. She pulled out her cam and asked me to click some pictures of the place around. I did not hesitate. I did not know she had other plans. “Hey come on man, a picture together she said.” I wasn’t happy or sad. I preferred clicking a snap rather than being in it. All I wanted was to see that smile again.

. Whatever I did that hour, I was happy. It was the usual stuff; still everything had a different dimension to it. It was the energy around her that she spread; that made everything seem special. Soon then her friends came, and she had to go. She introduced me to her friends, I did not bother. I wanted to look at her, and make sure that I never forgot her. So that next time something bad happens, I could close my eyes and think of her. That energy would help me recover.

“Bye, enjoy our day”, she said. I did not know if I could.

All the way home and next day to college, it was that smile in my head.  The usual days started off and, adjusting with it was initially difficult. I did not even share those moments with other. I knew I would be tagged a fool for not even knowing who she was, even her name. But what about the smile that inspired me to get off my seat and talk in front of others. What about that girl who started all this off this.  I totally forgot about her. She was indeed in the very same class, but I foresaw her, each time for all these days. I had to catch up I thought so went to her , before I could say something she started off. 

“Where were you”, she asked and her eye brows just shrunk and her forehead just wrinkled in quizzing me.

“I was busy ogling” then I laughed to take the tension off.

Until now I haven’t seen a flower blossom. But I witnessed something much more wonderful than that. The expression in her face just transformed. From the quizzing face to a splendid smile. I was just lost in that smile.

But I missed this, a lot. I thought. But I did not say a word.

Though I liked her a lot, I never wanted her to know about it. I was afraid if she would know. There was something in-between us that would never happen again. There was a great friendship, which I was not ready to compromise. And there was something more that only I just felt, but I rather leave it that way.

Time passed by and we moved on. We all graduated and many people migrated to different places. Facebook was the one thing that kept us glued on you our past. Likes, comments and status updates, all part of facebook as usual was going on and everything was fine. Changing jobs, relationship status and weekend party hosted by my friends were all just adding up my notification bar, I did give everything a miss.  My 29^th birthday flipped the coin.  She was online and pinged me for wishes. I was desperate to see her and was installing Skype. My crappy internet connection added to the misery.

“I am getting married next month” she said

I did not know what to say. Time has passed. I have changed a lot and I am sure she would have changed too. But I had the same state of mind when I think about her.

“omg , super J treat “was my reply. I was just being that old guy college idiot again.

“So you are still the same idiot J “she said.

I got the feeling that she would be smiling now. And I was overjoyed.

“I will be there, don’t waste an invite for me” I said

Soon she was off, and I as usually was carried off by my work.

Whenever I got time, I was thinking about what to get her for her wedding. Nothing would be enough.

Finally the day came. I was going to see her after a really long time. I did not know what to expect. The only gift that I could come up with was to fill the entire reception with loads of flowers. I just wanted to see her sit amid the flowers. And I did not care what people thought.

I went to the bride and bridegroom. He was smart , but nothing could match her. She was more than happy. The smiled showed. Her energy was all around. I could feel that. Her smile was more beautiful than the blossomed flowers around to her.

“Hope you always smile. It makes everyone around you feel better.” I said and was about to leave.

But she held my hand and introduced me to her husband.

 I was just nodding. Sound entering my ears did not reach my brain. With a fake smile I nodded.

“Why aren’t you not marrying she asked” I still smiled.

“Are you in love?”

When she asked that, there were million answers processed ready for the reply. But I did not use those reply.

“I don’t know if I am in love” I replied.

She smiled, and pat me. She would have taken it seriously. But that was the truth. I did not know. I still don’t know.

Its better this way I thought. Just to see the smile, smile that give you the energy to do anything. And I moved on.

I made sure I will follow her anywhere to see that smile. 

INDIAN WOMEN v3.0

    As always there was a problem with my mobile which I had bought a few days back. Called up the toll free number, a woman pick up nothing much worked out via the phone so I had to stop by the service center. At the reception desk again there was a woman. Yes of coarse why would not a woman be at the reception I thought for myself, but I did find a small sindoor on a forehead. In a country where women are always outnumbered by men how is that I find women everywhere. She really was good at what she was going, handing more than 3 phones.  Beautiful, sexy and smart all in one. I don’t think you could think of any other women with all these combinations, of course she was Indian. Unfortunately married, this is not the first time that I find this happening. Whenever we find the right, it’s always taken. 

   
Indian women have evolved with time, but the evolution is so fast that everything around them seems slow. v1.0- these were the kind of  who were even refused the right to speak. They lived their life that would be nothing what we could imagine. Their bounties where limited to kitchen. Comfort and luxury were the words that did not find places in their dictionary. The reason why, one because they were never taught to use the dictionary; two, their life was done just satisfying their family. To make it seem simple, she would be the one who would a sport a fake smile hiding the tears rolling from her eyes. Even she wouldn’t know that she had such a beautiful smile. This lead to the unfolding of the next breed.v2.0 who wanted to do things that the predecessors couldn’t.

  
   v2.0- we all know her. She is just behind you. Right now she might be yelling at you to stop reading this page and get something to eat. Can you see her now? She studied hard, she works harder, she juggles stuff at her best. But you could never call her a clown. She always likes to learn with you to make sure that you would feel happy, when you bring your friends back home. Most boys love her better, hoping some day they would meet someone like her. It’s just a fantasy after all, which ruins his afterlife*. (*life after his mom)

The sindoor in her forehead, the bright eyes, the smile which cheers anyone in the vicinity. I don’t know what more to put into words here, I literally run out of vocabulary now. (I just now called my mom again to take a look at her to see if I could get a few more words, in vain but still I could write more , just seeing her.)Realizing the truth that the world in filled with other kinds of women, I just wandered about to catch up with the v3.0 Indian women.

    v3.0- she is no longer a myth. Of course she is out there. Many of you would just see her passing by, and you wouldn’t have noticed. Wondering how would she look like? That is a really hard question to answer. She just fits into everything. From a pair of shorts to kanchipuram silk saree everything looks good on her. The sexy, sassy, smart combo that even McDonald’s fail to offer. Gold is just a metal, and speed is the new sexy. The adrenaline gust is the new fun. Romance, virginity is no longer a taboo to her. Most of us are used to, seeing a sexy model beside a super car. But the women I am talking about would be the one driving it. Unfortunately, she is always amidst controversies. The reason why this happens. Women are getting updated faster than their counterparts. Men fall back and eventually tend to blame them. The issue is really serious when it comes to marriage. It’s like parents try to bring up a girl like Microsoft makes windows 7. But the point when the boy meets girl is when the software is installed into hardware. Most of the time it’s not compatible,(that’s when people tag “it’s complicated”) or the hardware needs a upgrade. With pc its just a matter of money. When it comes to life it’s a different ball game. Life, love are not two different things. When you see both is a single person you tend to fall for her.

  Women are always a very important part any man’s life. your mother , sister , granny , aunty,  your love and of coarse your friend . I bet there is one of them who makes a difference in your life. No matter what category she falls into, there is something special about her . Love them for who they are. Otherwise things would change. There is no wonder women, every women is THE WOMEN*(*conditions apply).