The mesmerizing beauty........

When I saw her for the first time, my eyes twinkled. I felt "Oh!!!, what a beauty she is..." Have I ever seen a beauty like her's earlier? The chubby cheeks, mesmerizing eyes, the voluminous lips, the rosy pink colour skin, a delicate well proportioned physic having a smile to die for.

I instantly fell in love. (May be that is not called Love, but that is what I believed then). She hovered over my dreams. She accepted my proposal in two further well-planned meetings. She even confessed that she also had felt the same way about me, as I felt about her. I was happy.

As our relationship grew, some of her basic traits started intriguing me. She spoke lot of lies. She rarely keeps her promises. We started getting in to tiny fights. I sometimes felt that she uses sympathy as the most important tool of her life. We managed to enjoy sex for some time but that too didn't last long. She was laziest to the core. Had did nothing in her life so far, other than chatting and day dreaming. I'm simply not impressed by her. After some time, I really started to feel her beauty fading.

I also had experienced the viceversa. Every time, I met this lady (whom I initially thought was average in beauty), grew more beautiful.

Sometimes, I even got convinced that this actor is beautiful, whom I rejected on her first film and viceversa.

Somehow, I felt that the definition for beauty is not stable with time or doesn't seem to get universally applied.

In a boring TV show, Indian Glam doll - Katrina kaif was mentioning about her early days in the Cine field. She thanked the hero Akshay for taking risks by accepting her in lead role for many (flop) films. It also reminded me, that she had acted as an item girl (a sycophant) in the film ‘Boom’ for the villain. She had literally struggled to enter the bollywood for a small that too an exposing role.

In another similar show, the x-lover of Priety Zinta appeared on screen and confessed that he had rejected her, when she proposed the love for him. The crème de la crème actor of India was initially rejected by a road side romeo…….. How come this could happen; couldn’t he recognize the beauty in her, that billions of people admired later.

I had seen the same trend with male heroes too. Rajnikanth was a celebrated Villain and took years for the transition to happen as a mass accepted hero. Suddenly, people started to speak about a special charm in his face, which was invisible before.

The same analogy applies to Hollywood also. I tried to deliberate this thought…… Why does beauty so elusive?


I read somewhere that "Beauty is in the beholder's eyes"... OK, that explains why the lady in this picture is beautiful for Africans. But, yet - there is something beyond this sentence that had to explain "the reasoning of mass recognition for a specific beauty"

But there are some similarities of these filmy icons that can be considered as a base for our argument. Males (as I understand) primarily become popular or known for their basic masculine traits that are sought by females. For Example, Jackie Chan, the short fellow, with the unusual walking style. The history says, he had initiated his acting as a fighter. And when opportunity knocked, he grabbed the lead role owing to his unique kung fu skills. Without his background, can anybody accept him as a Smart hero?

There is no doubt that, Fighting is predominantly a masculine trait that is sought by the females for their protection. Though the initial impression was a fighter, later whatever he wear, he does, has become a style. People accepted his hairstyle as beauty and started imitating. People looking similar to him are also considered as beauty, even if they don’t have the primary skills to fight. Let's term them as 'concurrent attributes'. To say in Short, "The concurrent attributes of an inherently potential personality that is successfully exhibited, are recognised as beauty"

When all the matrimonials of India started demanding fair girls, and when the multinational corporates are minting millions of dollars out of 'fair & lovely' and other fairness products, how come dark skined beauties like Naomi Campbell, Bipasha bashu, beyonce, Mallika sherawat exist?. All of them have emerged from their basic feminine traits that are sought by males. For example, Naomi Campbell is initially known to be a singer and dancer, before the masses accepted her as a supermodel. Later, people looking similar to her are also considered as beauty, even if they don’t have the primary skills to dance or sing.

Let's list down the traits of the beauty: Feminine
1. Intelligent but innocent
2. Vulnerable
3. Character
4. Dancing queen
5. Singing queen
6. Sensual to sex
7. No anamolies in physic (like wounds, handicapped etc)
8. loved
9. respected
10. Younger

May be some more, but my argument is that " A lady portraying a character having a combination of above traits will eventually look beautiful for sure". Things like long face, big eyes, height, weight etc does not matter.

I think U can generate a list for men, too???

To further strengthen my point, I would like to add, "Sex with such an inherent potential personality had been more satisfying and permanent than with the percieved personality (thanks to the concurrent attributes.)"

Hope U accept my point........

Oh my GOD ('Om Namah Shivaya")

Contrary to the paradigm the title creates, I don’t pray God generally. I’m not an atheist either. I’m told and probably I believe there is a super power. Having exposed to Hinduism, I resolved Lord Siva is the most fascinating and deserves the highest degree of reverence as scripted in the stories and serials. I don’t remember, I ever have set myself and went for a temple, but I used to accompany with dad or mom or friends or with my wife, that too once in a year or so. I have always enjoyed the reverent atmosphere, clean and homely girls, etc during the visits. When others pray, I simply thank God for the splendid and superb life, I got. At some really difficult times (very rarely, may be once in 4 or 5 years), a kind of resolution appears from the depth of my soul, to pray God. When I do so, I do it in solitude, in serenity, with sincerity and it lasts for about 30 seconds.

On Mappillai azhaippu (the ritual on the eve of my wedding), my dad brought a ceremonial crown and proudly fitted on my head. Suddenly, the grandma of bride appeared in the scene and grabbed the crown from my head. A big argument opened up between the bride side and groom side. I was witnessing and just before me, the insane and sheer chauvinism of the crowd had let them speak some unnecessary dialogues leading to a declaration from one of the elderly to cancel the wedding. I stepped in and announced to calm down, nullified the declaration of the elderly, justifying with the statement “We are writing a history by canceling a wedding on the basis of a cap worn by the groom, If so, somebody else will start canceling on the basis of vests and briefs too”

The sixth sense was brought in by some key personnel and the wedding rituals continued. Just at the thali kattum stage (the defining moment of wedding), I saw the face of the bride in close. She was crying and literally crying. She used to have a natural smiling face on both the times I met her before wedding. I calmly enquired her and she stammeringly replied that she is not interested in the wedding. That was a shock of my life. 200 relatives and 50 friends whom I ever know and I ever cared about are going to witness the cancellation of my wedding, rather, the rejection of the groom by this bride. For a moment I was stolen by the thoughts of consequences.

I took a public permission and took her alone to a room and discussed. What I could arrive at is “The rustic behavior of my parents during the Cap - Ego fight and few more prejudices” has compelled her to take this decision. Now the problem is simpler, much simpler to be a lover of some body else or anything that is beyond my control to resolve. I displayed my talent to convince her and succeeded. SOMEHOW, I got married.

My first night started with a blank note from my beautiful wife – “I need to speak”. She laid down some series of conditions – thrusting on her liberty to live on her style. I behaved gentle till I understood (at 2:00 AM) that her behavior is an emotional, involuntary reaction due to the nervousness and panic of being with a stranger (may be notorious) ready to screw her up. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and gently moved my fingers over her exposed hips in between her blouse and the light green colour saree. She gave up to the seduction and the kamasutra took over the scene.
Just after 5 hours, we packed and got ready for the journey to Thiruvannamalai, the place where my mom and dad resides, about 12 hours in the van during normal times. But due to the historical down pour during the last week in this part of world, the roads are damaged and might take 15 to 18 hours to reach the destination. Incidentally, today is “the day of Karthigai Deepam”, that thiruvannamalai is infamous for. It is one of the most reverent and fascinating ritual for Hindu tamilians. Not less than a tenth of a million people gather and opt for Girivalam (14 KM walk around the temple and the hill, as seen in the picture) in that small town to celebrate the function. It is an once in a year affair.
The bizarre thoughts of the day before, were going through my mind. As the van started, the kids started playing. My wife’s brother along with some of the aunts settled in the last seat. I was in the middle seat along with my wife adequately adorned with a kg of gold, silently seated by my side near the window. The look in her face somehow made me to understand, “U cheat, How the hell had u managed to seduce me yesterday….” My parents were just sitting opposite to us, and the mood was fun. As usual, I amazed the people around with my jokes and pranks. As the time pass by, slowly the crowd started to doze off. My wife for the first time, rested on my shoulders with her six senses. I smiled and slowly started a conversation (kadalai) with her.
Even at 20, she was childish, innocent, a kind of sensitive but of kind and understanding nature. I liked and admired the diversity of her nature. Moreover, she is really cute and beautiful.

We were just 25 minutes from the destination (which is full by pilgrims). The time was already 11:00 PM and it was completely dark outside. The van was traveling through a rustic meagerly thared road with a lake on the left side and arid thorny forest on the other side. As the roads were bumpy, the speed of the van was limited in the range of 10 to 45 kmph. Suddenly we felt a strong jerk in the vehicle along with an uncommon sound, like something had hit the van hardly. The jerk continued and the driver stopped the vehicle in another 2 minutes. As he checked out the vehicle, he found the shaft connecting the rear wheels got bent / broken by a big stone in the middle road. It was a narrow escape, as the speed of the vehicle was just 20 kmph. Had it been at a higher speed, the vehicle could have toppled down, putting us in great trouble. All of us got down from the vehicle.

We were 10 adults and 2 children, four of us were Gents – the driver, me, my father and my brother-in-law. There was no network in any of our cell phones. The driver managed to call out for another van from thiruvannamalai, from the public telephone booth on a road side motel, 15 minutes from there by walk. It was already 40 minutes in the completely dark uninhabited ambience, and we were standing on the road side. My mom and all ladies started panicking because of 1. Any thief or mob will know that this newly married couple will definitely have lot of gold. 2. There are well adorned good looking ladies standing at midnight in an uninhabited place, which on itself carries enormous amount of risk. 3. In an hour or so, the infamous “Karthigai deepam” festival will be over and a huge crowd will come against us and we will be lost in the crowd. Some might even make use of the crowd and rob something from us…

My mom lost control and started blabbering and blaming on the fate, the decision to choose this van, the late start, and then the marriage itself…. I stood cool, patient, and waiting for the next van to come. In another 10 minutes (though, It seemed like hours…), the next van came.
The driver and the children transferred all the things to the rescue van. The first choice to enter the rescue van was given to my wife and to be followed by me. As she entered the van, I could sense the van tilting on the lateral side. I was about to leave her fingers, just when the van tilted on the back side by around one feet. I immediately caught hold of her hand and pulled her back, as the van further slid in to the muddy banks of the lake. The driver checked it up, and resolved that the van is now stuck deep in to the mud and will require hours of work to make it move. He agreed his mistake to stop on the wet bank of the lake.

Oh, this was a big blow, and unexpected. The rescue van needs rescue now. We gents unsuccessfully, tried hard for another 10 minutes to get the vehicle out of the mud. For the first time now, I felt the temper. My mom and other ladies started crying in the midst of the uninhabited road. The children were frightened. My dad and my brother-in-law were speechless and nervous. They suggested lot of ideas for the way out, just to conclude themselves that these ideas were stupid. My wife is silent, watching every body without response, but had tightly held my hand from the side. I felt proud for a moment as she had chosen to be with me, and trusted me instead of her own elder brother. I had won her trust against her own brother in just one day acquaintance, that too, a strange one.

I understood that, it’s my time to act upon. Being the strongest and the sanest person of the crowd available there, I spoke out with a plan for the first time. I split the crowd into two groups. The group one comprises of me, my wife, my elderly father and my mother. Rest of the ladies and children (10 – 15 yrs old) is with my brother in law and the driver as another group. Fortunately, a late bus stopped by and the first group got in (with the jewels). We reached home safely and the second group followed us with the goods by another rescue van that I have arranged, after about 50 minutes.


I think my wife is pleased enough and has become intimate throwing out her mental shutters from there on. But yet the story is not complete.

Next day, my mom told us to go for a movie along with another couple (my cousins). She wanted us to relax. The theater is approx a 40 minutes drive from my home. We hired a taxi. As somebody has scripted earlier, the taxi stopped in between, putting as again in trouble. After reaching home, I got seriously concerned. What’s happening? From the eve of my marriage to till now, I’m facing natural hindrances from all sides. And tonight, I got to take my wife and parents to Lucknow, that means a 5 hours travel to Chennai airport by taxi, then to fly for 2 hr 40 minutes to Delhi airport, then a taxi to Delhi railway station and a 8 hour journey in train to Lucknow.

I approached my maternal Uncle for some advice. He is not so educated. He is a business man, but a revered person by the whole town. He lives his noble principles and has been the most successful in the family. I respected him from my childhood, and still I do. He silently listened the completely course and asked some questions. He wanted to check, whether I have missed any hindu ritual, that is to performed during marriage. He believes that every ritual in the marriage ceremony has a sense and bypassing or omitting any ritual may cause troubles like this in life. As I listed out in sequence, he pointed out that my trip to “Kuladeiva koil” (“The temple of family God”) got omitted. Actually, due to lack of time ( It takes 2 hours to go and 2 hours to come from the temple through a bumpy, rustic road.), I myself had cancelled the trip two days before the wedding itself, even after the repeated insistence from the in-laws. As I told him that, with solidarity, he confirmed that is the cause for all the troubles.

I replied, even If so, I don’t have time right now to go to the temple from here. I have to cancel lot of tickets, I have to cancel lot of programs and I don’t have leave from my office. Right now, I don’t have any choice, rather than to move ahead for Lucknow. My uncle offered me a solution. He told me to take a yellow cloth and tie a One Rupee coin inside it. He told me to pray god from the heart, promise to him that I will visit the temple in my next visit to home town and keep the coin in the pooja room in the house near the paths of the shrine. I obediently followed his advice (as that was a very easy solution) but I was not sure whether that will work or not. I’m also not sure that I am praying for what? A fear of something may happen as something has happened in the past………

We set for the journey. My uncle reminded me to keep the promise given to the God during my next visit to home town. I responded affirmatively, and headed to the airport.


To our surprise, one of my classmates, received us in the Delhi airport with a Mahindra Scorpia (SUV), treated us with a good Brunch at Saravana Bhavan in connaught place and dropped us in the station. The train was in time and we reached lucknow on time. There was a huge crowd (my friends and office colleagues) awaiting for us in the station, to receive the newly married couple and we safely reached home, smoothly ever in my life, for such a long trip.

How to lie, cheat and steal your way to the top

When I was walking around the Crossword, I purposely skipped this book, that was lying in front. Initially I thought, this is not my kind of book. The title itself is against my core values. I don’t remember ever I’ve uttered lie for making fortune or taken a planned revenge or cheat anybody. But just as I was making an exit from the store, I decided to have a glimpse of the book. Not for applying but to understand the extend to which other’s can go for. As I see through the pages, I made the payment too.
The reason is hard to explain but, being in a corporate, this kind of literature cannot be ignored.
Rather, it creates the paradigm shift, that was due for a long time now. The principles stated in the book applies to every corporate and gives answers for lot of weird things happening in and around corporates including the notorious behaviour of your boss.

You may not have to apply cheap tactics proposed in this book but understanding the principles do. It guides you to behave appropriately when situation arises. It guides you to alter some of your habits (invisible enemies of yourself). Most of the literature is not about your moral change but about behaviour and attitude change, which you may choose to make. But understanding them itself will make leaps in your corporate growth.
Perhaps, you have seen ur collegues getting promoted around, some getting higher increements than u, U might have tried ur best to impress ur boss, but still u might feel that u r standing at the centre of a crossing at midnight and u r not sure which road u have to choose and whatever roads u have tried has not given the right direction.
Here comes the light house which clearly illuminates the path u need to take to the top.

If you are in corporate, I strongly recommend you to read this book. Your growth gets insured.

P.S. The style of writing is literally a fun to read.

The Marathan Century

Since the starting of my blog two months ago, 100 people have seen my profile as of today (as counted by blogger.com). I think this call for a celebration.

Thannnnnnnk you .

regards,

Urz Luv"ly

Razigan

Long Lasting Happiness

The doctor was listening, "Sir, I am having an impatient stomach since last 3 days. I have taken some tablets from the local chemist yesterday, but to only have an abeyance. Now, the diarrhea has aggravated along with vomiting." I have discussed this situation with my mom over phone. She told me the combination is deadly and should immediately contact a good doctor in town. The doctor enquired about my medical history, and prescribed few tablets for 3 days. One of the tablets (the tiny and round blue one) was first of the kind, I have seen. It has to be kept beneath ur tongue and let the tablet dissolve in the mouth. That tablet was magical, and immediately stopped my vomiting sensation.
Though the corrective action is taken but finding out the root cause and implementing an appropriate preventive action is necessary (the QA instinct). I was slightly above 24 years then. The last time I met a doctor was at 16, when I had my leg fractured in a football match.
Let me detail the past (Teen age 13 - 19)
I had the ball in control and was about to make a shot with my right leg towards the goal post. Just then, Rajamurugan (the best player in the school then), brought his leg daringly between the ball and my leg. My tibia (the long bone from the knee to ankle) at full swing hit his tibia and both of us fell down. He was crying in pain. I also had a severe pain in my bone, but it was not so severe to cry. I was internally happy. I got up, and went upto him, cheered him up. In another two steps, OOPS!! my pain in leg was becoming unbearable and I slowly stumbled in ground. I couldn't even move my legs. When I tried moving, the pain was deadly. Rajamurugan along with four more students carried me to the nearest vaithiyar (Doctor who practices ayurveda). The vaithiyar confirmed the hairline fracture in the bone and applied a plaster constructed by bamboo sticks, cloths, flour and egg white. He had told me to take bed rest for 15 days and come back to him.
The same night when I was in deep sleep on the bed, my younger brother (by 5 YEARS) accidentally fell on my legs fracturing my leg further. We rushed to the orthopedic surgeon as the pain was unbearable. The X-Ray confirmed fracture showing an inch gap between the broken pieces of tibia. He applied plaster of Paris on my legs. I was on bed for almost 20 days. The doctor after checkup commented, this is one of the fastest cure especially after the double fracture.
I didn't remember any other appointment with doctors (apart from the dentist visit once). I used to get cold once in a year or two, for which my mom's medication was good enough. The small cuts and wounds generated while playing in the field used to disappear in a day's time without any medication. In the medical examination conducted for my first job, all the values of the diagnostic tests were at the mean of the recommended specifications. Such a kind of health and power of immunity I had. I used to feel proud about my health when my classmates, college mates, colleague fall sick.
But, I realized this is the case with most sportsmen. (Don't count injuriphile Tendulkar in this.) I was playing football, cricket, table tennis, volleyball and badminton at an average of four hours per day throughout my entire teenage. My mom is a health freak and always served nutritious food. My weight was 64 Kg, through out the last 3 years of my college. All put together, I had a physic that was flexible, healthy and can make even a conservative girl stare at my chest. Having a good and admirable physic in itself is a wonderful feeling, and it lets you do all activities of your life in ease. It makes your life enjoyable unless you complicate it with anything else.

Post teen age
When I started my career(at 21), my weight increased by one Kg approx. every month. The engineering degree had fetched me a white collar job. Handful of money at the start of every month, gave me the freedom to enjoy everything in the world. I imbibe 2 bottles of beer every weekend and whenever I was excessively happy or excessively sad. I don't cook as I felt boring to do. Especially, I hate the washing utensil part. I had my breakfast and lunch in the office canteen, and had my dinner at hotels and restaurants. I relished the kebabs and biryanis. Lucknow had an array of hotels which served delicious mughlai cuisine, for which I had become a gourmet. In winters, I switched over to whiskey and rum. I smoke 5 to 7 cigarettes a day. But when I drink, I have 4 more. Though I was a bachelor, my extrovert attitude always kept me with lot of people around. I was happy enjoying the life.

I gained 12 Kgs in the first 15 months of my career and thereafter it stabilized. My body put up excess fat, which made me restrictive. After the visit to doctor for diarrhea and vomiting, it had become a routine to meet the doctor every now and then for various reasons. In the medical examination conducted in the recent job switch (7 years from the first one), the doctor certified not fit for the job. My cholesterol levels were alarming (330). X-ray showed problems. Every parameter in the diagnostic tests were no way near to normal. I'm undergoing treatment for my Sinus trouble. My hair started falling and looking older than my age (28). All put together, I'm a Sick Man now.

I was wondering, Does God Started thinking that “This fellow had enjoyed too much in his life. Let him suffer from now on".
Because, there was nobody else responsible for this change in my health condition (A fantastic physic at 21 and a good for nothing physic at 28). I haven't purposely did anything to ruin my health other than living a free and enjoyable life. But the question is, "Will your health become abnormal, If you enjoy your life?”

Being a gourmand, I hate putting restrictions to my food. I hate taking medicines (It lowers my self confidence, always reminding that I'm a sick fellow). I hate doing exercises. I would like to play but not the boring exercises. At desperate times, I tried doing the exercises to reduce my weight. I was successful in reducing 3 to 4 kgs in a week by doing exercise.
But the weight regained in the following week, when I stopped the exercise. At one patch of life, when my weight had reached 81Kg, I decided to go for 4 weeks rigorous gym program (with my logical calculation - 3 to 4 Kg in one week means 16 kg in a month). But that was a stupid calculation. My weight reduced in the first week by 4 kg, but it remained there for next three weeks. And the weight as usual regained in the following week, when the gym program was over.

Nevertheless, a good health is like water for fish. The fish will only feel the deadly trouble when it is out of water. Till then, the fish takes the water for granted.

So, the million dollar question now is "Will my health become abnormal, if I enjoy my life?” The answer is Yes and No.

I got convinced. It is the lifestyle that matters. It doesn't mean that you should not enjoy the life. What exactly has to be understood is "A happy lifestyle with adequate physical activity and healthy intake will keep you away from all the doctors and as well as let you have a long lasting and sustained happiness and excitement in life."

Consequently, I tried an intelligent make over in my lifestyle.

I switched over to a house that is at 15 minutes walk from the office and I sold my bike (There are some other reasons also).
I have breakfast at home like museli (roasted oats with milk), eggs, sandwiches, biscuits and fruit juices in the morning.

I walk to office with my walkman playing the latest tunes, glancing at the day's outfit of the girls passing by and this has become a habit and pleasure now. I still have my lunch at office. I cook dinner at home for at least 5 days in a week.

I have handpicked some healthy and tasty recipes from my mom and the latest cook books for dinner, which generally does not take more that 10 minutes to cook and does not leave too many utensils to clean. I wonder there is really handful of them and they are tasty too. Purchased a Microwave, which is very handy for loners like me. Logically I should have done this much earlier because, cooking these foods takes less than the time I travel to hotels (definitely you save the time of waifting), and also keeps you healthy at one fifth of the cost . Given the choice of nutritious semi cooked food available at the super markets, cooking the dinner at home is much easier than I thought earlier. Apart from looking at the price, I also started to glance at the cholesterol content and the sugar content while purchasing raw materials for cooking.

Very importantly, I quit whiskey, but have wine and beer.

The makeover is magical. Right now, my cholesterol has come to normal; all other parameters are approaching mean and that too without any medicines.

So let's put the learning together...

1. A makeover in ur life style only can save ur health, thereby let you enjoy the fullest of life.

2. A change in lifestyle does not mean a compromise or hard work or any kind of enforcements.

3. It is just the choosing of right ones from bad ones.


4. Do any physical activity for at least 30 minutes a day that u enjoy. It can be playing with ur kid, or playing sports or just walking staring at the girls.


5. Choose the healthy and tasty ones for eating. (Always choose Oil without cholesterol, have skimmed milk, eat vegetables and fruits, always keep two bottles of good fruit juices in fridge.)

6. If u doesn’t have the habit of cigarette, bear, or hard drinks, it is absolutely fine. Having these bad habits doesn't mean that they enjoy life. Practically, the reverse is more probable.


7. If u have those habits then, adopt the following good news.

8. Contrary to the common myth, beer does not have any cholesterol or even any fat content. Beer like wine is good for health in moderate quantities (One bottle a day). I read in internet that the fattening effect in the body is caused by the extra dishes we have during consumption and the inactivity attained due to the tranquilizing effect of the alcohol. If you are an active person and drink beer with healthy accompaniments, you will not get fat.

9. Quit Whiskey - It has sugar, cholesterol etc, etc.......

10. U can have a bit of rum but that too in very moderate quantities. The moderate amount for you is directly proportional to your physical toil and healthy intake. A man who does lot of physical exercise have lot of room to drink every day and still be healthy.

11. Smoking is generally bad for health. But they too have some positives, if had in moderate quantities (Four filtered cigarette a day, will not cause you any danger till your death. The only problem is to stick with 4 cigarettes which many find it difficult.)
a. Smoking increases the blood circulation to brain momentarily, thereby giving the extra power to brain. Even I had got solutions to many struggling problems while smoking.
b. Smokers become friends faster. If ur boss is smoker, u have lot of merits as a smoker.
c. Smoking (psychologically) increases self esteem when u r alone and depressed (No proof).
d. Last but not the least, you can enjoy the kick the cigarette gives.

12. The points from 7 to 11 are exclusively for males. The girls have less strength to resist these bad habits.


13. Sex is always good for health and mind. Only thing is to use condoms at appropriate times.

14. Avoid sex in teens, as that will lead u avoid the pursuit of noble options available at that point of time. Learn and enjoy all other adventures, pleasures and techniques of life in teans and have sex for post teen age. That makes a lot of difference in you future.




The list is becoming endless....... but they are worth it......... Though the changes look simple, it needs a killer instinct to initiate them. So....... Best of Luck. After all these are the secrets to have long lasting happiness and excitement.

Notes to Myself

This tiny book was gifted to me by my x-girl friend. When I just went through the book, initially I thought this book is supposed to be read by the people who feel lonely, solitaire, may be depressed or may be a kind of people who need a revival in life.

Owing to the size of the book, it was lying in my bedside for a long time. I used to read it in bits and pieces, as this literature has an interesting and contemplative poetic expression. After reading every stanza, I used to compare with my life style, my beahaviour etc, just in a casual way.

But in due course, I noticed this book has become a handbook for my life. This tiny book covers all kind of personality aspects like fear, courage, compassion, emotions etc and it moreover subtly explains the proper meaning of existence and tunes our behaviour for success.

Generally, these kind of value books used to be boring, or generally predictive kind of nature. But this one has all the masala for a reader to grab this book throughout his life. This is like a kind of movie that we cherish every time we see even after seeing the film for dozen times and the movie is 10 years old.

In short, This is a GREAT HANDBOOK that every human being should read, more so, if he is depressed, lonely or at a time of failure. If u have a library kind of thing, preserve this book for your upcoming generations. U can also buy a dozen of this book and gift to the people u care for.

P.S.: When I say poetic expression, It needs that extra bit of English acumen to comprehend this book. (IF I CAN DO, U CAN ALSO DO. Only thing is u need to realize and do not take it direct sense.)

The Secret of GOD

Hari and srinivasan played great table tennis. They played everyday in the evening after school for atleast an hour. Honestly I was inspired by their game. I fought with my parents to get a TT bat of atleast Rs. 20. I got it and started playing. There were two TT Tables in the recreation club, One of them of high quality for experts and other one is of cheap quality for beginners. I started playing with other novices in the cheap quality table. I used to get tips from Hari and I learnt the game in a stunning speed. In around six months of daily, dedicated game, I was promoted to premium table, where Hari, Srinivasan and other experts play. As srinivasan got moved out thanks to the transfer in his dad’s job, Hari eventually became the no 1 player in the club. I lost 21 -2 in the first set with Hari. Though, I have won against all the novices in the cheap table, I was a novice here against Hari at this premium table. In another six month’s time, I could play as good game as Hari. Hari sensed my advancement in the game.
When I was novice, he occasionally gave tips but never played with me, as I would be too low against his calibre. The match like that will be definitely boring. When I was allowed to play, he stopped giving tips to me. Hari showed his dazzling talent against me and satisfy his pride. But when I equaled his calibre, like 50/50 kind of wins and losses, I observed change in his attitude. When I called him for a match, he used to say that he is busy in hundred other things.
Two of the best players in the school, hari and me are nominated for district level games (doubles). We won districts like a cake walk but lost in inter-districts against left-right combination. After the tournament, we hardly played table tennis.

George was playing fantastic football in the vicinity. By another 6 months, I was as good as George putting as many goals. As the games dominated the teenage, my acads shifted down its position a bit. I used to rank in the range of 5 and 7 in the class with stiff competition to balachander and Ajit.

In the mean time, hari, balachander and other first bencher boys picked up tennis ball cricket. I was already a much better player in cricket thanks to exposure in this game since fourth standard. But this time, siva annan and the sundaram uncle practicing in the nets with the leather ball in the early morning was my target. I started sailing around that place, used to pick the ball when it reaches the boundary and throw inside (a ball boy). Gradually, I started fielding in the team. My mom was surprised to see the change – her unsuccessful attempts to wake me up in the morning are no longer required. I promptly got up at 5:30 and be there by 6:00 AM for the net practice. I was the youngest and studying 10th std. By the time, I reached 11th std, I started playing matches. I used to be the last batsman of the team and generally field in the ground. At times, I also have shone by hitting unexpected fours in the 11th position.
One fine day in the net practice session, sundaram uncle asked about my age. I replied 15. Then, he suggested me to participate the “Under 16 - District Team” selection scheduled to happen at SPIC ground next week. I was one of the 45 players came for selection. My out-swinger bowling and straight bat play put me in the top 5 list of the team.

I used to feel pride about my achievements in so many games. But sometimes, I feel annoyed about not reaching the epitome in any of them? I do have a very bad habit of introspection, especially during the holidays. I used to brush idly continuing the thoughts from my sleep and finishing them at Toilet Pot. I always wonder, most of the greatest ideas that have occurred to me were in the toilet pots.
“ I was aggressively playing tabletennis, then I was playing football then I shone in cricket. Why didn’t I become a superstar in any? There was always an invisible cap on all my endeavors, beyond which, I had always switched over to something else. A resolution kind of thing occurred to me – The peer group dictates the limit. If I had Tendulkar in place of Hari or george, I could be playing as good as him. Though the icons shone at distance, the peer group decides my capacity and promptly turns down my aggression, once I reach the transition stage from the second position to the first. I did not put any conscious effort to reach to another peer group where the people of premium quality table exist at proper time.

When you are at the top, you are no longer inspired. You start inspire on some thing else. But by time u reached the top, you have gained the skill, habit and the psyche. They will help you to remain on top and satisfy your instinct to stay on top.

Here comes my routine spiritual quests?

Is this behavior a special attribute of mine?
I realized this is the modus operandi of this world (Mankind). Many saints like vivekananda, buddha etc. have explained this phenomenon.

What is that behavior called?
I don’t know… may be a “VIRUS” in human nature. There is few more like Love, jealousy, the feeling to be important, sexual inclination etc.

Who does not have these viruses?
These viruses are human nature and nobody can escape. There are some who manage them better.

These viruses in collective sense, determines the direction (growth or demolition) towards which the world moves. But the direction of the world (or mankind) logically should depend upon how many people pursue (inspire, desire for) noble things or atleast neutral things at any point of time.

This also means there are more people following noble things than the people following the negative things at any point of time. Otherwise, the world wouldn’t have grown or expanded in possibilities like this.

How that is possible? If everybody behaves like baby – getting inspired whatever they see, then this world will be doing more of bad things than good things. Is there another virus in human nature that is making the man to pursue predominantly noble things?
The answer is “Yes” and the virus is “Fear”. Fear of death, fear of pain, fear of suffering etc enforce the mankind to choose the noble path. Whoever pursues the negative one has eventually faced a consequence, which enforces him and others (mankind) to choose the noble path.

The Secret of God?
God has plugged in some viruses in human body and the natural duty of mankind to grow the world in possibilities. The growth in possibilities is an astounding truth. 500 years back, buildings were built in decades, a journey from Mumbai to Washington is not less than an year’s adventure. So, as per God’s plan, we are seriously indulging and succeeding in expanding our capabilities and possibilities amidst the day to day issues created by these viruses.


Stop Stop Stop……. What is this? It’s becoming a queue of questions? And why am I trying to answer all this? Am a Saint or what? What is going through me???

I felt that whatever going through me now iss certainly a science that is already explored to much deeper level. The common sense is to refer the right spiritual books than trying to answer myself. The one and foremost text in this part of science is the great “VEDAS”. As I glanced through, the particular mystery of mankind (the above context) is beautifully explained in Atharvana Veda and the authors seemed to have a good idea about the future of mankind.

Unlike other tradiational books on spirituality, these Vedas are Super Rational. They are completely logical and only stories and examples are given for better explanation. The Vedas are free of myths and have logical deductions on the “REALIZATION OF GOD”, though It had slightly taken the route of the latest scientific technique of hypothesizing and proving it.
It is disheartening to know that less than 1% of the total vedic subject is now available in the form of literature. One of the important reasons behind this is VEDA itself. The authours of VEDA have repeatedly reinforced to learn VEDA from GURU and not by reading the text alone. (The sheer etymological meaning of the Sanskrit word “Upanishad” is “knowledge received by sitting close to the teacher by mind and body.”, which happen to be the subsets of Veda”).
Especially, the Mundaka Upanishad of Atharvana Veda lays down stringent conditions for learning veda from Guru such as serenity, solitude, austerity, discipline and determination. The Gurus in-fact followed a seven step route for enlightment viz induction, orientation, yoga, pranayama, sacrifice (practicing austerity), pedagogy, transcendental meditation. The vedic verse poetically warns that “The more we read and analyse, the more confused and entangled the mind becomes.” To prevent a state of paralysis, the reinforcement of discipline is must.

Having said that, do I have these disciplines to continue the quest for enlightment further? NO. May be after 30 years. I closed the book. But as of now, whatever is happening around me is happening for good (as rightly stated in Bhagavad Gita) and I will practice to manage the viruses better to have a happy life. All of us here are engaged to boost the power of mankind collectively.

Did I say manage the virus? For your information, this is also a part of science which is already explored by en-lighted people and given guidelines for us to live. I think the name of the guidelines is collectively know as “HINDUISM” or in the name of any RELIGION. (Any religion puts practices and controls just to make you follow a happy life in long term by effectively managing the viruses.”

Yaaaaaaaar, this is not stopping anywhere. I need to put a Hand break and go to see the movie FASHION – Jalwa, fashion ki hai jalwa……… bye bye.....

What colour is your parachute

I decided to buy this book in 20 secs, as I glanced through fromthe Crossword book store. Optimistically I looked at price. The tag was Rs. 650/-, but the hesitation lasted only for a second. From the very next moment, the book started changing my life. This book has an infinite ROI (return of investment) as the content inspires you to choose a life sensible and richer simultaneously. Honestly speaking, I regret to see this book so late in my life. It has many fold benifits to shape your life when you were younger.

Unlike other self improvement kind of books, where u need to read, and practice and put lot of boring efforts to reap fruit by fruit with time, this book is instant and automatic.

Take my word and catch hold of this book.............

At 13, the life is only on belief, as there are too much assumptions around u

My dad informed that we are getting transfered to tuticorin. I went to my school for the last time to get the testimonials and say adieu to my classmates and teachers. Ryaz, wished me best of luck.
I always had internally admired his physical ability to run 100 meters, 400 meters, and even in the daily evening football matches. All through the past two years, my only target is to beat him. But everytime I manage to improve to his levels, he just reaches the next level by an inch, dumping me at the second position. He is a rustic fellow, doing some maniac things. One day, he found a tablet in the football ground. He instantly put that in his mouth and swallowed. He is also insane in dressing sense and he always comment on girls. I'm forced to maintain a distance from him as his behaviour may damage my name. Incidentally, I scored better in Acads than him, but second only to Anand. I was never a studious fellow, but my inquisitiveness to get answers for my scientific thirst and my selfishness to impress girls put me at the second place in acads. But I was the undoubted first in impressing the fellow girls and my teachers especially madam Ratnam. Madam Ratnam, the science teacher (must be in her in mid 20s) was a stunner. She was fair, approx 5ft 5inches, well built with distinct features and doesn't need any kind of makeup (She hardly wore any). She wears traditional colourful sarees with matching blouses. I generally get bored in the classes but when it comes to science, I'm the most alert and watchful of the students. She had those rare eyes that perfectly speak what she thinks in mind. Most of the time, I replied back in the class room or reacted, only to her gestures in eyes, followed by her concieted smirk. While her maturity in conduct, the natural beauty and the confident radiating personality put her as one in millions, the sexiest thing about her is her full volume rosy lips. I will die to kiss in her lips. I used to come in my dreams almost every day thinking about hugging or kissing her. I had to admit, I did not know "what is fucking" then at around 13 years of age, but a strange attractive force was overwhelmingly existed. Though she behaves the same way to me like she does with my fellow classmates, but, I always felt there is something more between me and her.
My depth of knowledge in practical science and a keen afficianado spirit was envied by the guys while the girls are impressed by the same. One day correspondent announced for giving the names who are interested for participating in the district level chess championships. I had learnt chess from my mom and dad, as that was the only game they played to pass their time in home. As I came to know that madam Ratnam is going to escort our school students to the tournament, I immediately enrolled my name. After a brief evaluation, I was sitting next to Madam Ratnam in the van heading to the tournament. The good background knowledge in chess and the motivation from Madam Ratnam, What else I need to win the tournament. I went on to reach the finals and finished second in the districts. Achieving second had become a law of life to me. The correspondent and madam ratnam was very happy, that our school has got a pride to celebrate - the second position in the district. The correspondent threw a party in her grand house. She introduced her son sidharth and her daughter dharini. They were studying in the district's Crème de la Crème school, not in her own school. I peered in to her house, and a feeling of opulence filled in to my mind, emotions, heart and every where. Dharini, at 6th std, had a figure to die for. She looked taller and elder thanks to her structure and her skin were softer that silk. This rosy innocent beauty, joined in our school next year. May be the correspondent had gained confidence about her school. I was one year senior to her. I really does not involved myself too much with her, that I was already preoccupied with my science teacher. I was eventually made into school monitor, that year. A consipiracy built up in Dharini's class involving her. Being the monitor of the school, I intervened in to the issue. Stalin, a classmate of dharini had proposed to her. Dharini also had accepted his proposal, but both of them unaware of the physcial as well as political consequences. Some of my classmates appreciated his guts, (1. He has proposed, 2. He has proposed to the correspondent's daughter.) The issue had become the gossip of the year. Almost every semi-adolescent student from fifth standard to eight standard know about this issue but had not leaked to the management yet. I managed to approach stalin and adviced him to be away from her. He retaliated and even my friends retaliated to me, that love is the right of every body here, and they also told that I'm envious of him as stalin had proposed to the beauty of the school. I felt a mass movement in the school supporting stalin and his love. People suggested lot of tips to stallin and dharini for them to plan a great escape one day. The spirit gradually digested my soul also. I started feeling that I'm also a part of the mass, supporting the conspiracy against school management, (that also mean my favourite science teacher).
Our emotions sometimes behave wild and strictly make us follow a path that is absolutely incorrect. The guitly feeling to follow the bad route becomes the line of encouragement and compels to continue in the path, till getting caught or punished. The kleptomaniacs, and all kind of maniacs are the victims of such guilty emotional drives. This also sometimes happen in group. This mass spirit, have the spirit to convert ordinary fellow beings to martyrs, though the end result is always obvious. This phenomena, I have witnessed many times during religious and political combats.
At eleven'o clock, I along with Ryaz, and Anand were called upon to the correspondent's room. When I tread in the room, I saw stalin was crying at one corner of the room, the Physical Training teacher had bet him strong enough that he won't forget the blow till his death. A strange fear arised in my heart. May be I also deserved that kind of blow for supporting the conspiracy. I understood the reason. Correspondent enquired at me looking straight at my eyes, "Razigan, Don't you know this? WHy didn't u come and tell me... " We got released with few scoldings. In the lunch time, I was called upon by Madam Ratnam. When it comes to madam ratnam, I'm the sweetest behaved child in the world. Madam Geralda (the English teacher, in mid twenties, dark, lanky but yet attractive) was seated next to Madam Ratnam, while madam ratnam with grunt face, enquired me about the same subject, "Razigan, When do u know about this issue?" I replied "3 weeks back". She got shocked, because the most authentic information she had got about the proposal was 2 weeks back. She with her witty looks, "It means, you were one of the very few to know about this issue very early." I nodded. She continued "Razigan, U used to come to me for pencil problem, duster problem and all kind of petty things.... but how come you managed to keep this away from me. I trusted u a lot and you ..." Her eyes spoken then. I was bit skeptical, whether the science teacher is giving warning about the petty advances I made to meet her or she is appreciating my responsive behaviour except this nuissance. I stammeringly blurted, "Madam, as this is a love matter, we thought that...",
"We? OK.. thought what"
"the management will definitely appose the issue, which is incorrect."
You mean to say, "We need to encourage love and all nuissance in the school? Are we coming here for that? Do ur mom and dad is spending so much of money for getting official training in Love?....... And afterall what is ur age? 12 or 13..., "
Madam Geralda interfered with her naughty question, "Ok razigan, let me know What do u know about love?", with a witty smile in her face. I felt like getting ragged by two teachers now. What I know about love was hugging and kissing beautiful girl. But I didn't answer. I was afraid, to lose my good image. I was afraid, I might loose marks in exams. I was afraid, the teachers may inform my parents about this conspiracy. Suddenly my heart became heavy and I felt like crying.
Madam ratnam sensed that, and she couldn't see her favourite student crying. she came up, close to me, very close to me, fondly stroking my cheeks and said "Razigan, Don't waste ur energy and mind into these kind of things. You have a great future." , I politely nodded, keeping my head down, as I subtly peering at the beautiful breasts of ratnam madam, I got to see for the first time, so close. The strong aroma of her body made me feel dizzy. She allowed me to leave. Beyond this, there were so many incidents, that followed till the end of the year. But now, it is time to leave to Tuticorin. May be, this is the last time, I might see my favourite science teacher, my class mates in my life.
Everytime you get transferred to a new place, you really get an opportunity to wipe out the embarrassments / failures happened and start a new life with a clean image. It's a big responsibility to take your life to another platform of success. But inspite of the concious efforts, we endup doing the same and facing the same. ( Will be narrated later.)
I really wonder where are they now and what they are doing. Do they ever think about me? I had no touch with anybody later but I had spotted Ratnam madam once. After 4 years, I had to come to madurai for visiting one of my relatives. When I was returning back in an Auto to the busstand, the auto stopped in a traffic signal. I saw Madam ratnam was standing on the side of the road looking for an auto, with her husband and a year old kid with her standard representations of her marraige. She was just standing 3 feets away. I did not see much of change in her but I know that, I have changed a lot. I have grown a feet more and had become a handsome youth (at 17 yrs). Considering that many students come and go every year for her, I am simply unrecognizable. I reserved back as I thought this would be silly for me to go now and introduce about me that I am her student four years back etc... and what's the point in doing that now, especially when her husband is standing nearby. She suddenly noticed me looking at her. To my surprise, she instantly recognized and called out for me by name, just when the signal went green and the auto moved on. I smiled at her and said good bye in guestures, while she gave me a "you brutus" kind of look in her eyes.

I felt content in my heart, the waves had really existed between me and her.

The special routines

1. I came home late from work and was damn tired. I slept with content. But I scornfully opened my eyes early in the morning. A loud speaker was loudly playing some hindi folks around. It was 7 am on a sunday. After trying out all options to shut my ears out of the noise, I surrendered to the speaker. I brushed up and went down to have a look at the celebration and may be some girls. Annoyingly, the speakers cried out loud in solitude. I didn't find anybody around in the complex except the music system operator. I approached the operator and politically enquired the reason for waking me up inspite of being in 13th floor. He replied "aaj dahi handi khelne ja rahe hain", a famous festive sport celebrated on the day of Janmashtami on this part of India (Mumbai).
I settled in the central park of the complex, where the mud pot was being hunged by a few men in 30s and 40s at approximately 20 feets high from the ground level. By 9:00 AM, few families reached the park. This complex having 5 buildings of 14 floors each, with 5 flats in each floor, has been conservatively reserved for the past 4 months as I have seen. The security guard is the only person, I know by name and haven't spoken with even my neighbour for so long, and this is the case with everybody here. Occosianal smiles in the lift are the peak of socialization in this complex. The exceptions are the school boys who play rubberball cricket in one corner of the complex, and few at 60s and 70s chat on the other side.I some times wonder, if there is terrorist attack in the place, the first person to report about me as a prime suspect to the police will be my neighbour or so. Even after 4 months, it really sucks to be a stranger to every body in the locality.
I was glad to see the good crowd gathered in the park to witness the Dahi handi celebration. Few teen aged girls also appeared in the picture with jeans, and chudidhars... The speakers were tuned to the full blast. The latest hindi hits were roaring. The legs and hips started shaking. In no time, a long hose with high hydraulic pressure is arranged. The bad boy in the gents group took the hose and sprayed the water all over. He made sure the ladies are drenched enough. But to my surprise, the act was exempted from guilt, and the people took pleasure in being drenched. Soon the park become muddy. The boys started the sport by leaping over each other to hit the mud pot in the top. The ambience was glorious and inviting.A much needed collective celebration. I almost started dancing for the music. The boys attempted atleast 15 times to reach very close to the mud pot, but only to collapse and fall down. I was literally amused to see a group of wet girls making fun of the muddy boys, attempting to break the mudpot hung at 20 feet high. I could remember a similar scene in a bolly flick 'Hello brother', where salman khan climbs to the top and breaks the handi in the first attempt for rani mukerjee.
The monsoon also supported the girls by drizzling, making the game tougher for the guys to break. Every time, they lose control, the man at the highest point salutes the mud pot , as a convention and collapse down. Suddenly, one young man at 50s appeared and announced, "It's time for the ladies to try.". The ladies instantly pushed the boys away and took the centre, and started climbing on each other to hit the mud pot. The total crowd in the park was shocked to see the ladies managed to break the mud pot in the very first attempt. The men were forced to be ashamed. Another pot was instantly hunged at the same place but at 5 feets higher. The very next time, the men reached the pot. I really wondered, how does the capacity of the men's group expanded immediately after the defeat against girls.
The Point to be noted is that the sportive spirit prevailed, inspite of generous exposure by the homely girls. But this one is much needed in the place. I observed a friendly atmosphere all around. I even get acquainted to my neighbours then. This age old traditional celebration in the name of god has the power to unite strangers, a social bonding that proves the existance of the natural behaviour of any living being.


2. I carefully knocked out one by one. Inspired by the colourfull Mumbai, my brothers had listed out places like water park, marine drive, nariman point etc. As a matter of fact, the marine drive and the nariman point apart from being the most happening place for the couples (don't ask me, what happens?), recently these places have become famous as a safe gay hangouts. I being a disciplined gentle man does not go to these type of places - This is what the impression my parents need to have. By reflex, I become suddenly a responsible family member and resolved not to expose too much of Mumbai. I took them to Sanjay Gandhi national Park to show some domestic tigers and lions. There was an extreme elegance to be in the midst of a freshly drenched green forest that lies in the midst of a crowded city. Along with 10 more civilians, we sat on the disposable Van i.e., the wild safari vehicle. Four college students with jeans and tops joined us, two of them were males. The vehicle was delibrately stopped by the driver for the tiger to cross the road. All the crowd crowded at one side to have a good look on the tiger. One of the two college girls, managed to stand in the front, uttered excitedly and loudly, "f**K yaaaaaaaar, kya size deko, f......". She was continously exclaiming in an erotic rythm, I really had no other choice than to act as a damn deaf. I sighed with relief, when the driver moved the vehicle out of the tiger. But I didn't knew that he moved the vehicle just only to stop at the couple of lions ahead.
Is there a absolute need to use these kind of slangs in life....... Why does Mr Thiruvalluvar grossly failed in this aspect ..... "Iniya vulavathu innathu kooral, Kaniyiruppa kai kavarnthatru"

urz luv"ly

Razigan

3 mistakes of my life

Hi dears,

In the short official trip to Faridabad, after a heavy booze and dinner, I drowsingly thought I should give some time for my tummy to start digesting. I decided to glance the new novel I bought after a long time. Started reading the first page, and while I was at 50th page, I wondered, this 250 page handy crap is refusing to get down, right from the first sentence, inspite of the 400ml of Nine hills red wine thrusting an anti-novel effect.

I paused, and took pride - "India, finally got a indigineous sydney sheldon (ofcourse with UA certification)". I exercised 97.5% self control and went on to sleep at 2:00AM - I have to flush atleast by 8:00 AM to catch up the rustic assignment.

In the evening, a bit worried witnessing another wash out in the bear market on the TV, my mind started plotting a strategy of re-visiting portfolio... , futuristic economic forecosting. ..., factoring... ..., Beta analysis.... , cramp...., a confused solution.... Stop & mission Dropped. Started reading the novel again (with artificial depression), a bell rang at room service in the hotel at 3:00AM , "Sir, do u serve dinner / breakfast at this time?"

But, this book is worth it. I wonder - Why do these hollywood people spend so much money on creating 3 hour movies, when a book like this can give a better cinematic experience with longer climax and excitement?

The eternal flash thoughts like

1. how 20 million australia consistently win more medals and have stronger cricket team than 1000 million India?

2. Why these Hindu and Muslim become dragons during issues?

3. Why emotional Indians couldn't make big businesses?

4. Why my passion is considered as selfishness?

5. When and Where can I see topless girls?are explained in this book.It's a must read, trust me....

Yaan petra inbum, Peruga Ivvayyagam.

Urz luv"ly,

Razigan

P.S.: Week hearts don't read the climax.

The subject book is authored by Chetan Bhagat

How to blame it

I chose not to speak this subject in person. I called her over phone at around 11:00PM, the usual time, "Anita, I thought of getting married. What do u say?" Anita was my girl friend for around 2 years then, (the longest tenure of any of my girl friends with me.) She is a journalist in Hindustan times, 3 months elder than me, one of the most beautiful and smartest girls from a conservative joint family in Lucknow."What?" this was her response. "No no no, I'm not ready. I have just told my mother about us. Yet to discuss with father and all. and my sister....." She gave a pause and asked again "wait wait wait, Are you mentioning about we getting married... or u getting married?"ha ha ha..... " I said, " I have decided to get married...... It can be with u if u r ready." She fired back in a serious tone "does that mean that.., r u going to marry somebodyelse, If I say I'm not ready now? Razigan, U cannot do this.... can U"
These are pretty straight forward questions and I'm not prepared for that. I got to explain the corollary of Einstein's relativity theory, that I discovered, the previous night. That will explain my current stand, - If every beautiful looking woman has the same influence on me, then why shouldn’t I consciously select one, rather than emotionally fall in love with someone (like anita).
"Anita, I know, You love me from the bottom of your hearts and I also feel the same. But you need to understand love (energy) is a linear function of distance, time,and Mass and can be expressed as d(LOVE) = m/C2dx .. and.."She retaliated, "Hei, hei don't bring ur ghatiya physics fundu and analogies here. I'm serious" I continued, "U please listen first naaa. OK u just answer this- Longer the time we spend together, Stronger our love develops, Yes or NO?"..mmmhh.....Yes..... so what?""Ok, that explains the dx. Shorter the distance between u and me, Stronger our love develops, Yes or No?""No...... This only develops lust." I argued, "Then Why don't U love a person from Europe? There are more smarter men romancing better than me. Shorter distance means that the level of contact between us, may be physical, or by mail or by phone.""Okay...""That explains the Csquared. say Yes or No...?"She said "Yes...., But how does Mass going to help in Love?""Yeah, It's a good question. I'm really gifted to have such a wise girlfriend." She blushed, (I could sense through phone..). I continued," See I have used "m" in the equation for simplicity. 'm' here actually means the personality strength. Like, m for an ugly foolish lady will tend to zero and for a girl like u, it is infinity."She enquired "So u mean to say that, the love, the feelings and the emotions between U and me are purely a kind of..., a kind of one of those mechanical concept in physics?"Not exactly yes but it is scientific. I have tested this concept. And my experiments give 100% evidence to d(love) = m/c2dx. Do u think God has specially designed and engineered Razigan for Anita?She paused.. and asked "..So...."Slowly, I pushed the words from my mouth, "See, I mean to say that, U need not be... be...., see.. Whatever happened between us are natural, a kind of natural phenomena. But at some times in our life, we need not have to take decisions based on these short term natural phenomena which might impact our life in long term." I somehow finished completing the sentence.She instantly replied, "So..., U have a wasted lot of time deriving an idiotic senseless equation, and also wasted lot of my time, for what? Just to convey that, that U r afraid about ur hair falling. U might get bald and nobody will marry u. May be even me. So U need to get married immediately and U r trying to find other solutions as I'm not ready now"Oh, This time she is really smart. Sometimes, it really hits ur ego, to have smarter girls around.I didn't reply anything. Actually i didn't have anything to reply. She continued, "Razigan, U need to understand......., Don't make me to breakdown...., Even when u were explaining this rubbish physics, I could feel waves of romance and love flowing between us. I don't think, I can ever imagine a life without u. My sister will get married in a year or two. Then, we will get married and Mind it...., - Don't worry about falling hairs and all. There's lot of stuff in u that will simply overshadow ur baldness........" at last, She finished by saying, "I'm there for U ever. I love u my dear"But my mom diligently tried to follow my plan. It was March I week, and 6 months was the target. I just recieved 10 photographs by july, but nobody was meeting my specifications. My specifications were relatively very simple. I had told my mom, "I cannot spend my life with a dumb girl. She need to be intelligent, some thing like a graduate with 90% score in 12th std, but a homely... nice girl".(I told them to narrow down as much as possible before I see in person as I felt it is a sin to reject a girl.) It was a tiring drive for rest of them in the car. I was still in the excited state. The car finally stopped at a lonely single floor house somewhere 200 meters away from the Cuddalore sea beach. I was thinking, Why the hell should my dad carry me all the way to this networkless remote place on the pretext of showing me my wouldbe wife?. Her name was shanti. Father of Shanti invited us in. He started discussing about raagu's long term influence at mahadhisa in both of our life at the same time. There were only four of them - Her father, her mother, her brother and the father's daughter shanti.Already 1 hour has passed, and these oldies are seriously contemplating on a subject where I don't understand even a single word. Astami....lagnam.......bhudhan....etc. etc... He mentioned that he strongly go by the astrological views, and a proper pariharam should be the first step to proceed with this alliance. "Is he going to show me his daughter or not" I was thinking in my mind. They almost wound up, just when her father called for her daughter uttering, "In case the pandits find some suitable pariharam, We might proceed further." She appeared in a neat light blue chudithar, good looking as she was in the photograph, wished my parents, sparkled a smile on me, and went back. We set out of the place. My mom passed on Shanti's academic information to me, that she tapped in between the raaghu's 7th place discussion. Shanti is an average student and have a just pass in 12th std. We were having tea in a roadside outlet on the way back. I noticed a book on the nearby book shop, titled, "Ore varathil Arivom Jothidam and jathagam" (Learn Astrology and Horoscope in a Week). I finished the book in the four hour travel in the car.I asked my dad, after we reached home. "What is this dad, we didn't come at a decision after taking so much of pain. Even the girl doesn't seem to be an intelligent one....". My dad told that, marraige is not that easy. I replied, "come'n Dad, I accept marraige is difficult. But fixing a bride should not be difficult," ("That too for high profile Razigan", I thought in mind.). "Dad the problem is lying in the approach. We are just banking on some matrimonial magazines and that is all. We should sought out for a more professional approach. Population of our state is 5 crore, Can't we swiftly find a single lady suitable for my wife?My dad defended, "Don't look at the 5 Crore figure. Look at the number of girls eligible to marry you."Without understanding the consequence, I set out for an arguement in Madhavan's Alaipayuthe style. "Out of 5 Crores, 2.5 crores are ladies." I asked my dad back, how many will come under the castes that we are looking for. He answered, there are more than 300 castes in our state. he estimated around 2%. I said, "even that comes to 5 lakh ladies. After putting the age factor - Ladies between 20 to 24, (I was 25 then). It comes to approximately around 6% of the ladies population i.e., 30 thousand. I mean to say 30000 eligible girls in our caste in Tamilnadu."He again defended, "as per horoscope, out of 27 nakshatras, u can marry ladies from only 3 nakshatras. That reduces ur figure to 3500 odd ladies."I replied, even 3500 is a good number of ladies to pick one. He further defended, "From the above u atleast reduce 40% as already married or decided not to marry now. U should also reduce another 30% from the remaining who are either very poor or very rich, to whom we cannot approach. This brings down ur hope to 1500."I sighed..., "1500 in total TN. Ok I agree it's difficult..."My dad continued, "U just cannot get away like this my dear son. Now apply your criterias. U only wanted graduates with 90% score in 12th standard na. Now listen, only 65% of the population are literate and 70% of them passes 12th std in a year and a maximum of 1% take score around 90%. This reduces ur eligible life partners to only 10 odd ladies in total tamilnadu. ""Oh, " Shit, I spelt the word loudly in my mind. "Dad, just 10 ladies in all over tamilnadu",My dad gave a teasing smile and started to leave. Suddenly he turned back and said, "R...., U need to minus your sisters / cousin who fall under the above categories. You can not marry them." He listed 4 of them in that category leaving only... only 6. I have always appreciated my dad's intelligence but this time it is absolutely unwanted. He destroyed the "Razigan" factor in me.I optimistically replied, "Dad, I will launch a advanced bride hunting programme and will spot a beauty out of the 6." (I was just bluffing. But internally thinking "There must be some logical mistake in out calculation". But I couldn't find one).He replied thoughtfully, "Good luck my dear son, but u should also use some practical probability here. U have rejected 2 crore 49 lakh 99 thousand, 9 hundred and 94 girls for your marriage just in a 5 minutes chat. (Did I, I was wondering....), It comes around 0.00004% probability. The same applies to those girls also.You should be 1 of the 0.00004% for atleast any one of the 6 girls."I thought I might not get married at all. I should reconsider the "choosing one" funda. I got engaged to Anjana on september. She was slightly above 70% in 12th std, and a B.com III yr student. I always tried myself not to compare Anita and Anjana but it invariably happens. It can be explained as simple as that "If anjana is a Rasagulla, anita is a gulab jamun". But all these sweets come with an expiry date and a saturation limit. If u really want to enjoy these sweets for a long term, U need to keep them in a deep freezer always and factor the breaks of saturation while consumption.

The above narration is a flashback, when one of my unmarried collegue remarked to one of my ordinary questions, "Yaar, there is no thrill in arranged marraige at all as the bride is readily available........"

Urz luv"ly,
Razigan

Nonsense

CH 1:"why India's GDP is not good enough?"

I think I got an answer..... -
you don't have to wait till your marraige to see a nude girl in advanced countries. Indian males had spent and spending lot of time, energy and resources in plotting strategies, writing poems, impressing, taming, seducing, and after all, restraining (u got to maintain ur clean image otherwise, The teacher will give u punch on exams). There is so much into it, that these guys couldn't manage to think out of it. U can witness at any corner of the street ("kutti chevaru"), where these guys sit in parallel queues and tallying the cosolidated marks of every girl in the locality. A rough calculation will show u 300% hike in GDP, if these guys (including me) start thinking beyond. One of my classmates responded affirmatively for my blog - 3 mistakes of my life, "I will atleast read the book for the fifth point". The height of all is the heroes like the one in the movie Autograph, who falls in love with three girls and marrying the fourth girl after spending a lot of time and energy in the construction and destruction of each love. And even after that I really wonder how these heroes like cheran, sathish look so innocent and say these are called "FEELINGS"?

This indicates that there is an amendment pending at our I std education " The basic needs of adolescent men are food, clothes, shelter and beautiful girls". My theory is very much justified in mumbai, the most modern and a high GDP city of India.
Those 10% percentage of hidden objects are dressed up so tight,"U don't really need an X-Ray for inspecting these mumbai girls". Sleeveless, backless, topless all have become or becoming common. A recently published data on two different magazines on two different subjects,80% of mumbai girls marry after 24.only 2 out of 5 mumbai girls lose virginity before 18. I leave the analysis to u.
Ch II When I speak about advanced girls, I cannot omit my relocation to mumbai for my new Job in Asian paints. Deccan airways had a tieup with this hotel(3 star, stayed for 15 days). Every now & then, U can notice a cabin crew checking in & out of the hotel. My routine is to go to the game parlour of the hotel every evening to play TT with strangers - mostly deccan girls every day. I have to admit "these deccan girls are stunningly beautiful in their casual wears - free flowing hair, low neck cum low hip t-shirts, the sweaty arm pits, knee high skirts....,". Sometimes I really had wiped my mouth. Everytime they wear a dress, they make sure that it reveals an inch of the unreavealed part of their body. That makes somebodyelse warns u that "check out the bulge at bottom". I taught TT to anita (from Delhi crew) correcting her stance, and the grip of the bat, I almost got fainted by her aroma, her partly revealing perky b**bs, & She had worn a pink shorts that hardly held her ass in it. Needless to say, I went dry alone by early morning in the bed.
Tanya, the young pilot from ahmedabad taught me to play snooker the other day. Neha and preity gave me company at dinner. On the sunday , I also swung in, inspired by the kolkata crew in bikinis in the swimming pool. I missed telling about the sweedish foreigners (andie, and rose) from capegemini, who regularly took sun bath lying down with bare back along side the pool.
At 6:00PM, I came out of the pool and had a chat with richa on the pool side, the most beautiful girl I ever had seen. She was wearing a rose low neck lacy t-shirt, a pale brown skirt and left her hair flowing freely. At 11:00 PM she said "Excuse me, I need to catch the flight". These crews stay only for few hours here and they had to catch up the next flight again. But still I can write 3 big novels about the experiences in those fifteen days. ( I chose not to tell about the sexual activities they carried out within their crew members.) I really regret being a QA manager in paints.
After that 15 days induction in mumbai with deccan girls, sleevelss hands, bare legs does not appeal me anymore. This high demand air hostess job pays only 8000 per month plus Rs 250 per hour of flying, A major junk of the 250 goes on the uglyfying materials (make up kits) for these beautiful girls. Every single girl is regretting or atleast doesn't have a pride about their job (though it was a dream earlier) as in it's core, they understood that they are simply high class waitresses. The sickest part of the job is that there is no permanant employee in air-hostesses. They are instantly out of the job if they don't meet the strict medical requirements (including their size ratios and overall weight) of the test conducted every six months. One of my friend confessed these 12th pass outs show too much of attitude. That's correct, these girls really doesnot have brains, they are really dumb when we speak about computers, commodities, engineering, management etc...., they are just english speaking machines fitted in a beautiful torso. U really have to go 5 levels down to have a long term relationships. Should I mention these baring beautiful english speaking girls as advanced...? or shall I mention the barely beautiful thunglish speaking CECRI PHD students?I sometimes felt that these girls are from some special breed of homosapiens unlike the majority indians, till the recent incident. One of my most conservative classmate mailed me to meet her when she had to hop a flight in mumbai. The image that flashed in mind was a traditional indian woman with her standard representation of her marraige..... She appeared in a blue jeans, a velvette black short shirt, with a pair of professional specs uttering, "Hi, U have changed a lot".(I do agree with the fact that jeans, probably torn jeans, has become the traditional dress of the whole world).
Ch III
I was sitting in 27A, the window seat, and I could see a mid aged fair woman in her jeans and white cotton semitransparent kurti, approaching towards me. Bingo!, her seat was 27C. As usual I started behaving polite, helpful, ...... In the course of chat,"I'm coming from London to india, after 4 years."
"That's great. I too like london. One of my cousin is there. He says it is beautiful city. How ab't ur family?"
"I don't have a family, I'm a Single."Double bingo!!
[I follow the handfull of kurals that I know, by principle. One of them is ("Piranmanai Knockadha Peranmai SanrorkuAranondro Andra Olhukhu.") The greatest discipline of great people is "The Significant Personaility trait that makes them not to watch others' wife"THough his principles are eternal and applies in practice even after an estimated 2000 years, we must admit Mr. Thiruvalluvar had no idea about the wives of recent days, In one of my visits to aquatica (a water park in Kolkata, 6 years back), my eyes got fixed to the pair of ni.. under a transparent wet white cotton bikini. nothing different fom a hungry tiger in a cage staring at a rabbit standing outside.From my back, "Hei anita, anand wants to play with u more, what r u doing here?" her husband told his sexy wife to play with his friend.Fortunately, Mr.Thiruvalluvar was not there.]
I used the prabudeva's tactic of speaking low. As she couldn't hear, took the seat of 27B to keep my voice audible to her. At once, as usual, the same guilty feeling, my beautiful WIFE'S innocent face appeared in my mind, this time along with my kid. After a brief pause I continued my chat. (I consoled my wive's image that this is not cheating. Only If I f**K it will be considered as cheating.)
"So what, U r still looking gorgeous, U can get married even right now"
Sir, U r getting too personal. So... what.., I am not looking for a relationship here, just making the most from this travel. It is as simple as that. But I have to confess u r really attractive. Trust me, I'm the gentlest man in the earth. I won't go beyond limits if u don't want to.
[She couldn't control her smile...]
oh... oh.... she uttered.
"OK. I'm destined to be single, I'm not going to get married."
"I don't understand "Destined"."
"My profession demands me to be single"
"What in the hell is such a profession?????? "
My business involve lot of travelling."
"Where?"
"Whereever my boss is going"
She slowly kept her soft left hand on my right hand in the armrest. May be accidental, But I'm happy about the swift progress, Seducing a women in almost no time, I honestly thought I am becoming an expert in this art
"What does ur boss do? "
"Anything he wants to do."
"What do u do?"
"Anything he wants me to do."
"oooh, Ok I put it this way, what actually is your profession called?"
She shyly uttered with a smirk, "ESCORT SERVICE"
Ok.... oh (It took some time for me to realize but soon enough.) My throat got suddenly clogged. What happened dear? she said.
I seriously managed to say "nothing.". I couldn't even pretend on my cell phone. she must be knowing cell phones doesnot work in flights.
I slowly said, "It was a tiring day, I'm feeling bit sleepy. ", moved on to 27A and closed my eyes. Many thoughts came by in my mind.......... expert... bullshit, seducing a prostitute........ ha ha ha. ........ she still has good looks......... control...... she must be using missionary position the most......... CONTROL CONTROL CONTROL........FORTUNATELY FLIGHT LANDED, AND I FLEW AWAY.



Urz luv"ly
Razigan
Living a life of a prodigal is bad but much better than doing nothing.