Whatever Happened to the Awesome?

There was a time when i looked up to the simple joys in life... & went "awesome"... no... the awesome had nothing to do with the very famous legen... wait for it.. dary Barney Stinson's (Neil Patrick) love for the word... & no.. it does not even have anything to do the cutest Dean Winchester's (Jensen Ackles) love for the word either... i guess I was born with the "awesome" syndrome... i looked for awesome everywhere i guess... & so i found it... in the simplest & sweetest of things... people were awesome... the trees.. the bees... the colors... the flowers... India Vs Pakistan was awesome... petrol prices were awesome.. Rajiv Gandhi was awesome... Kapil Dev... respect... awesome... EVERYTHING was awesome!!!


Then... we got struck by luck... & unfortunately we stand where we do now... that's when i got to know of these other people who also believed in the awesome.. but i dint see awesome in the surroundings/people around me.. i saw it in unexpected things... advertisements now are awesome... movies now are awesome... what happened to the people being awesome? where are the trees? where are the birds & the bees? now a days everything is lame... India vs Pakistan... lame... petrol prices.. lame... Mayawati.. lame.. infact all the politicians... lame... Steve Job dead.. lame.. Sachin retired from ODIs.. lame... the black dot on the white screen for Damini... lame... since when does putting up your facebook/whatsapp picture as a dot help? will she come back alive? will she be un-raped? will talking about it help? has rape stopped ever since? can the government undo something? anything? can shouting about making Delhi safe make a change? will asking for help from others change anything? will not travelling late at night help? will not talking to men help? will women taxis help? well, who the fuck will help them? will the burkah help? will keeping a knife help instead? i dunno... will keeping pepper spray help? i guess... will learning karate help? i believe it will give a better chance?

as 2012 ends... all i wanna know is whatever happened to the awesome??? & since when does lame replace awesome??? as 2012 ends... & we enter into 2013, i realize... things have changed over the years... & things will change this year as well... at the end of the day, it is survival of the fittest.. it is always a fight... a fight to be a step ahead... everyone & everything is trying to kill the other to survive... the petrol prices will keep rising for the business to survive... politicians will keep making false promises to survive rajneeti... people will keep changing their profile pictures to dots to feel they are making a difference... & then back to a flashy sexy posed picture... blah blah... my point... im sick of the lame... whatever happened to the awesome??? i wanna make it awesome yet again??? can we all make it awesome yet again???

Marriage... the scary one!

We are born in a country where people expect you to do everything on time cuz time (& tide) apparently wait(s) for none... there is a right time to study... there is a right time to have fun... apparently, here we even have a right time to marry... like the exact time... when the stars align for that brief moment... when nothing can fuck your marriage there after...nothing like nothing... yet, marriage "the concept" still scares me... so i've been told by many a women that "when i was your age, not only was i married, i had also borne a child already".. so dude... is it my mistake if you lived in the era of child marriage where you were stuck (like glue) to a partner that you barely knew & were expected to continue the relationship till death does you apart?

sometimes i feel i was born in the wrong era... i should have been born when we are a lil' more open minded... but then, maybe i was just born in the wrong country... i should have been born where people get married for love when they are young & stupid... & if it works... it works a lifetime... where career will eventually grow on you... but love once lost is gone forever "is the concept"... & if it does not work, then fuck it, chuck it... they get married again when they feel they are mature... & then again... when they actually do get mature... then again when they realize its no biggie being mature... lets act immature... & again & again & again... till they decide... these are my last few years... lemme marry my one true love FINALLY!!!

Instead... i am stuck here... where people marry or want you to marry.. at the right time - one time... & expect you to carry the burden no matter what it pulls you down to... it may be a bad marriage where he hits you... or she shows you down... or there may be no spark... both want different things outta life... both are stuck up... or both are too vulnerable... they are too similar or extremely different... yea don't gimme the opposites attract crap... i've had enough of that already today!!! also... all said & done... women in India are considered a liability... (whatever happened to being Lakshmi - the asset)... why does one expect it (the concept of marriage) to NOT scare someone?

so i sit here... writing a blog post about marriage (while i copy my data from my old lappy to my new viao (yeyeeeee) - yea... that's how much importance i give to marriage... i multi-task over it... not to mention.. i am streaming 2 episodes of Supernatural side by side - yes.. now i definitely am deviating) wondering, whatever happened to the times when i used to think of the happily ever ever.. whatever happened to those stupid candy dreams of the white horse & the prince charming.. have i lost it completely? my faith in marriage? & if that is so... why do i still cry while smiling when i watch a happily ever after ending in the movies? i wonder... if i'm scared... or confused... or if im expecting too much... cuz... somewhere deep down, i do wish for the prince charming who i dont care may be an ass to the world... but still is my prince charming... is it me asking too much or should i rise above the scared & tip towards settling? cuz even though i said... i should have been born where its ok to marry a bazillion times... yet... i want it to be the forever & ever... the one true love kinna thingy!!! is it really possible or is it just wishful thinking???

Days of Our Lives - Powered by Facebook

Memoirs…  the beauty of the memoirs… they can be revisited.. time & again… you can smile.. remember… imagine… It such a mix of emotion… to walk through the times that you don’t remember… the times that you did witness but can’t seem to recall right now… like your childhood… like when you were smashed beyond everything… those were the days of our lives… eat.. play… sleep… repeat… I love to walk through m when im sad.. when im happy.. when im lonely… when im angry… when I feel that nobody loves me… & that I make no difference to no one.. & that im a useless pc. of shit… cuz I did some shit behind me man… & that gives me the strength to get back up… do some more worthwhile shit again.. to smile *YET* again!

Pictures.. the reminders of our past… or memories captured… That is our 1 day old angel… awwwww *mmmmuah…  left profile… *click… right profile *click… sleeping *click… in gramma’s lap *click… kissing mum *clicccccck… in between mum & dad *flashyyyy… with the fav toy *click… with aunt.. with uncle.. with relatives.. having a feed… making faces… with cat… you have a million pictures by the time you’re 1 yr old… 1^st bdy… click click click… billion clicks… when I was a kid… the cameras had a roll… so we waited the perfect moment for a click… now… you can take a bazillion clicks & upload m up on FB…

It is the electronic age & everything can be found on a 3.5” palm top (yes, i mean the iPhone.. yea m a showoff)… your lives... in my palm... from when one was married… to their honeymoon.. intricate details such as entangled legs on the bed that they made love on… the animal shapes of the towels placed beautifully on their beds… the rose petals… the washroom they took a shower in (in my head – together)… maybe even a cozy picture that screams we made out right after this click… who kartay huye bhi upload kar do bhai *dammit, leave some territories not for my imagination… the kids’ pictures from day 1 till they themselves have a FB account… 1 yr bdy bash… 1^st day at play school.. 1^st day at the real school… move on from pictures… 63,206 characters written memoirs… im happy status… im sad status.. all guys are asshole status… no woman can be trusted status… im single yet again… im engaged…. The finger to you all… I love you all… im sexy & I know it… im in love again & the world is beautiful… everyone has to die one day… Life is a bitch… karma is the hound…  & ITS COMING FOR YOU!!! 

like a song.. *share it with the whole world… got a deal... *sell it to others…
Awesome speeches by some awesome speakers with awesome messages – *notes to the whole world.. whats on my mind you may ask??? Everything… it works all the time… so here goes my status.. songs as statuses… boss screwing my happiness… gf dusn let me work, y dusn she understand hunger triumphs love… then there are tags… was with my best buddies *tag*tag*tag*tag*tag*tag *(FB only allows tagging 6 ppl in the status, but I love you all)… finally going vaishno devi *location tag… at work *tag… at home for a change *tag… after 3 days of constipation, you’re such a relief *poty tag*… I may sound like a hypocrite, but I too love facebook, i would even share this post via FB… & I do my share of status & tags & likes & uploads… all im saying is… love facebook… but connect with people more - PERSONALLY!!! cuz RIGHT NOW, the world is a witness to our lives… every year… every month… every day… sometimes every minutes… sometimes multiple times in a minute… Welcome to the days of our lives.. Powered by FACEBOOK!!!

Heights of Love.. The Unanswered Question!

Continued from http://www.geets13.blogspot.in/2011/12/heights-of-love-raising-curtains.html
Story begins at http://geets13.blogspot.in/2011/10/heights-of-love-prelude.html

He froze... half at what he did... & half at what she did... what did it mean... she said not a word... she didn't even smile at me... her face was blank... not terror... not anger... not happiness... i could not see anything on her face... Adam thought in his head, "yes, its stupid of me to say I love you to her right now... but i do... i can't help it...  if i don't tell her.. how would i ever know?" so... he got back in his car... to follow her down... "i needa know... she needs to knows... i wont give up... i CAN'T give up!!!"

He follows her through untill she swipes her card & takes her Silver 2 door Porsche Boxter into the basement of a 14 floor glass building... He parks to the side... & follows through... wondering where to go next... "14 floors & i have no idea where she would be"... but determined he walks in... only to be stopped by the gaurds... "Who you wanna meet?" "ummmm... im here for Grata... she works at the...." "ah.. yes yeeeees... you meet Mizz. Grata... yes yeeees... she work at the aaaaigth floor... what name i put on visitor card sir?" "ADAM"... that was easy... not many questions asked... so i gotta go to the 8th floor right then!!! so, 8 floors... where's the lift... c'mon c'mon... lower basement... upper basement... ground floor... & the lift opens... the moment of silence... there she is standing... her bright blue eyes staring right at him... she looks at him... knew right away that he had followed her here & steps out of the lift...

he looks at her with his intense gray eyes... not a word spoken... but a million questions she could hear... she knew what he wanted to hear... she knew what she wanted to say... he is hot... i want him... i want him... i want him... aaaaaaaah... & she said, "Don't blame me for breaking your heart... why did you give it to me in the first place?"

TO BE CONTINUED. . .http://www.geets13.blogspot.in/2013/05/heights-of-love-agony.html

The Small Talkers!!!

It is difficult being a girl... it doesn't matter how tall you are or short... whether you're wearing a traditional churidaar or a short top with a mini... if you are a girl... you can be eve teased... it can be casual or serious... you may choose to ignore it or take an action... my friend, Maitri, initially used to get angry when she saw me being eve-teased & asked me why i don't react & i would always say, i've learned to ignore... gradually, i guess she understood why & she learned to ignore on my behalf as well (i assume... lol)...

FYI, if you are being eve-teased & it is a recurring performance by the same bunch of guys, or they try to touch you --> BEWARE... take action ladies!!! contrarily, casual eve-teasing is when a guy passing by throws at you a comment... it may or may not be lewd... it maybe a nothing such as a *whistle* or a disgusting 1 amplifying your body basics in ways that make you wanna slap that fuck face, but you know "he too... shall pass"... & then there are these ones who would embarrass you, but you wouldn't wanna slap them... cuz you know, they are JUST TALKING to YOU!!!

i call them the small talkers, if they were chichoraas, they would rather have had eve teased you... it takes a lotta gut to walk up to a girl & break ice than just tease her from a distance...& these small talkers are embarrassing i tell you... & i got one today at the dreaded metro ride... Ok... so i dont blog consistently anymore... & i haven't blogged a lot about "life's funny moments" either recently... so you may not know, that i dread metro rides... why you may ask... because of metro maniacs "http://geets13.blogspot.in/2009/12/metro-maniacs.html"... anyway... so on my way back from work... i took the dreaded metro ride!!!

Meetu (who works with me, but is from the Gurgaon office) & i (who had gone to meet our team to gurgaon) took the Vaishali Metro from Dwarka cuz apparently sometimes, the noida direct one does not come on time... hence its better to change at yamuna bank.. so, we're standing at yamuna bank & waiting... & all of a sudden a guy comes to us... points a finger at me & says "excuse me... you were there on the train from dwarka... right" & i'm like *confused* "ya"... & he goes on to tell that he had been waiting for the noida metro for 15 mins & that it just wouldn't come, only vaishali ones would come, so he wasn't sure if there would be a direct metro till noida so he took the 1 that we took.. & as we are looking at him in disbelief as to why is he even telling us this story... he goes like "you know, i actually took a direct metro from dwarka till noida yesterday night" *in my head, "so if he knows there is a direct metro, y the eff did he say that he ain't sure of a direct metro"* meanwhile, he goes on to tell that "i actually work here in dwarka" *in my head "resume dogay next?" & Meetu intervenes to say, ya, they start from Uttam Nagar mostly (thanks to Mukesh ji for this piece of info that he gave me & suggested we take the vaishali metro) & he just looks at us *looking flushed on being cut*... turns around & walks away!!! - yes ladies, that's what you do when you're not interested in someone... cut them & they shall turn around & do the walk of shame!!! they embarrassed you, you surely can return the favor... right?