The unclaimed

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Just the other day she was born.
Just the other day she was told that she is a woman.

To live for others is what she was born for.
To serve others was what was expected of.

She spoke when she was asked to.
She laughed only when she was told to.

Others lived life.
While she merely survived.

No day was different from the day just gone.
Each day saw her being eaten one by one.

Every body wanted a piece of her.
But not one wanted to heal the wounds.

Soon she forgot she was a woman.
Soon she learned that her body smelled.

Of the filthy eyes that stripped her.
Of the lusty men who touched her.

She gasped for breath.
She prayed for death.

And today is the day when she is gone.
And today is the day when she lies unclaimed.

Amidst the madness of the business.
Along with the many to meet such silence.

For Friends

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“Does this bus go to the Station?”, the young girl asked to the middle-aged lady. The lady just had the time to nod her head in affirmative as she was busy getting in herself. The girl followed her.
As they both got in, the lady grabbed the only vacant seat for herself and sat down. The girl stood standing next to her carrying a heavy looking shoulder bag. Their eyes met and they exchanged a smile.
“Give me your bag, I'll hold it for you,” the lady asked. And ever since that day, many days have passed the lady holding her bag. The age-gap between them never stopped them from having hearty conversations. Every morning they would wait for each other at the bus stand. If one didn't arrive at the usual time, the other would get anxious. Next morning would never forget to inquire about the reason for absence. If one went on a holiday or a long leave, would never forget to inform the other. Every day they greeted each other with a broad smile and the conversations would easily led them to their respective destinations in no time.
Life was going at its usual pace. They became what you may call 'bus-friends', caring for each other in the over crowded buses. Making way for each other and adjusting for each other. Everything just happened naturally, effortlessly.
Then one day the younger friend came a little early at the bus stop. Her eyes kept searching for the other. “Oh! I am early and she is late,” she thought looking at her wrist watch. She waited till she couldn't wait any more. Days passed and the wait kept on going longer. She doesn't have a clue as to what happened to her because through all the conversations both of them forgot to exchange numbers and addresses.
She still worries about her and never forgets to send a silent prayer for her well-being. She has a speech ready to deliver whenever she meets her much-older friend and the first thing she has decided to do is to take her number. But she is still waiting to meet her. Hope she meets her soon because not a day passes when she a thought about her doesn't pass her mind.


(PS: My entry for the Friendship Day that just passed by. As usual I am late to wish few of my precious friends. Here's thanking you all for being there for me, always. )

Drop-me-now

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We, women are quite good at pulling people towards us. But what many men would have learned the harder or whichever way is the fact that “women are extremely efficient in pushing people away, far way from us”. And if you don't agree with me on this how about some “Drop-me-now” lines:

We are 'just' friends (even if we've held hands and had our moments together, even if the whole world saw us kissing passionately, even if you've spent most of your bank balance making me feel that am more than a 'just')
I am looking for a serious commitment only (you should run for your life because commitment could be scary with someone you've just met so what if it was a matrimonial site)
We should get married immediately (she doesn't have a job and trouble from parents too so marriage is the achieve-all thing for her at the moment while for you, oh you've just started)
I like to be in control (she means that it is her way or the highway now it is up to you to decide which way you want, if I were you I wouldn't have looked behind for all you know she might me holding a gun)
My parents want to meet you (and it is just your second date with her, you haven't even kissed her now her people are all set to kiss away your happiness with an investigation procedure soon to follow)
I think we are not meant to be together (this should be your wake-up call, it means she has found somebody richer, if not smarter and maybe more dumber)
Please give me some time to think about it (a lot of my people are not good with saying 'no' and this means she is on her way to think of ways of how to dump you)

And if you're still being hopeful...well...hope keeps the world moving. So do hope but then don't complain that nobody told you...

Show, show...what are you hiding?

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“See, now we can't even look at their face.”, complained a close friend of
the opposite gender who was very frustrated. Off course for a reason and that too a very valid one.
What do you do when the young or old women in my city has unanimously decided to cover their faces, the whole of it? Even the part that had to be left open (read the eyes) for practical reasons where sporting dark shades of all shapes. Can you still blame the men for feeling so disappointed?
I don't because what will they look at then? You can look at the greenery all around. You can anxiously look at the growing number of traffic and especially the mightier ones bullying themselves by getting too close to your comfort. But for how long? How will the guys keep their motivation running with all the fairer sex not even letting them the opportunity for a harmless glimpse?
More importantly why are the people of my tribe making so much effort to hide themselves behind those boring scarves? Imagine what would happen to us if we didn't have some handsome faces falling on our way to ogle at? Now, if you tell me that women don't stare, please get a life, gal!
We all stare and that is so human. We stare at the opposite sex whenever we get a chance, irrespective of our gender. Else they'll feel bad. Men and women alike, these days make so much effort to look good. And if we don't even make an effort to appreciate the hard work, that'll be so rude. Don't you think so?
So if the women in my city is reading this. You can surely do away with the unnecessary accessory. Otherwise why wear that new outfit or that special mascara, even that new lip colour if you don't have anyone to show it off.
The thing which scares me the most is the fact that will happen to us womankind if men take a tip from us and starts hiding behind those pale looking handkerchiefs? Just the way I saw a young guy today..couldn't even get a worthy dekko!

The saga behind a stare

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If you're a woman, you already know where I am coming from. But if you're a man, well get to know now!

At 2, when a girl is stared at, she goes all out of her way to get the admiration of her starers. She shows him all the trick that mommy must have taught her. Tricks like blink your eyes. Come on, open your tongue. Hey, where is your nose? And there she points at it through her fingers. The ones with a little higher intellect goes out of their way to even finish the lines of nursery rhymes her mom is starting with.
At 12, when a girl is stared at, she throws her attitude and tells the world “Yes, I know I am pretty.” She fixes her dress and tries to remove that unseen crease on her dress. She spends that little extra minute on the mirror. Admires the new curves in her body and tells herself that she has arrived. But the very next minute promises never to put on that extra flab and look like her mom. She is pretty and she will never get middle-aged or old, she promises herself. Better die than be seen with excess baggage.
At 22, when a woman is stared at, she checks the guy carefully. She must have created her very own check-list by now and goes matching the points. She looks for his bank balance and the vehicle he rides. She tries to probe on the salary figure, basically how many digits does it have. She might even encourage him for few conversations to find out whether he is for keeps. Because at this point of life she needs to settle down and arranged marriage is just not her thing. Overall she checks him out too, to find whether he is a nice catch.
At 32, when a woman is stared at, she feels the need to take matters in her own hand. If she is still single, the pressure is too much to handle. She has no time to waste. Chances are that the starers himself might get stalked for a while till his credentials come out in the open. And if she is married or in a relationship, she goes home to tell the hubby or the boyfriend that her market value is still on the steeper side. Puts her imagination to best use and takes the incident a little wee further. And I am sure the opposite sex does feel that she is a trophy to keep. Or maybe he curses the starer for not kidnapping her and taking her home.
At 42, when a woman is stared at, she feels having an orgasm. Wow! She stares back and her eyes are that of gratitude. It gives her a high that is indisputable to women all across the globe. She feels that she does exist. Her heart sings to the same song of youth. She never misses to compliment herself that despite her turning out to be just like her mommy, she still looks good. So what if the layers of flab are happily settled in the ever-broadening waistline, people stop and still take notice.
At 52, when a woman is stared at, come on we women don't have such disillusions in life! We know that you mean to look at the flashy car we travel in. Or you must be staring at the impressive solitaires comfortably placed that we fleeced from the hubby after years of nagging.
You are just jealous of our social standings because you don't have one and how dare we have it?

Monsoon Special

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Rain you ignited my emotions.
The romance and the long forgotten passion.
The fulfillment of unconditional surrender.
The warmth of the tightly held arms.

Rain you just kindled my hopes.
Of getting drenched in love.
Of living life to the fullest.
Of the touch to heal the heart.

Beyond everything, of moments that are far worth dying for...

So keep raining...till I get soaked
With love and much more...

Why the whys?

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Certain whys have never been able to find an answer from me and the more I try, the more distant it gets. Here is some from the list:

Why do women in our country still have to get married to settle down, even if she has the capacity to settle people around
Why do every man wants to marry someone who is beautiful (fair, slim with proportional vital stats), what will happen to the numerous just average girls
Why do people judge others all the time, when we do have qualified judges to give their hearing efficiently based on knowledge (not to forget the fast track cases)
Why is it that a single woman is always thought as available, even if she manages to get a restrain order from the highest authority of law
Why does the salary park itself so reluctantly in my account and drives to other accounts within few days, even if I-and-only I so eagerly wait for its arrival
Why do we never get what we really crave for, somebody else is always the better deserving in most times
Why does your love interest is interested in everything but you
Why do some never have it easy in life while some have a roller coaster life where the joy never ends
The whys keep intriguing more and more so much so that I begin to wonder if the problem is with me being such a slow learner in life. If you have answer to any of the whys don't feel shy, do drop in your answer...