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Interviews- The One With Madhura- II

15 Nov

So, the interview with Madhura is here. Madhura, there is no character named Madhure in Ramayana, but I didn’t lie. Madhure is the past life name of Mandodari, the wife of Ravana and mother of three illustrious but ill- famed sons.

She came down on earth to answer the queries which generally come in mind when her role in the saga is discussed (which is rarely done).

Me: Hello

She: Namaskar

Me: So… why have you chosen me for taking the interview?

She: My husband and son told that there are plenty of dumb people on paatal, and so don’t waste time on finding the right kind. They suggested your name and made my job easy.

Me: If I am that dumb… why is it that your family encounters only me.

She: God punishes in different ways.

Me: (Ignored :P) So… Mandodari… tell us about something about yourself.

She: You are taking my interview… what do you know about me?

Me: Well… We don’t find much about you in Ramayana… but in other texts there are stories that you were the daughter of Mayasura and Hema. One day Ravana visited your house and fell in love with you and they you two were married. Is this true?

She: That depends on what you believe. You believe what you heard and read or what a demon’s wife is gonna tell you?

Me: Well… I will believe what a sage’s daughter tells me.

She: I am a married woman… I am no longer anyone’s daughter. My only accountability can be drawn through my husband.

Me: Aah… talking about your husband… some say that he abducted Sita as Rama had dishonored Supranakha, his sister. How was that an appropriate conduct for one who is considered to be the biggest devotee of Shiva?

She: Get your facts right. He did not abduct Sita because of his sister. He had already heard about Rama’s victory over several demons. He had the knowledge that this is either Vishnu or just a common man having extraordinary skills… in any situation he knew he would win.

Me: But he lost…

She: How? In the battleground, it was proved that Rama was an incarnation of Vishnu as no other being in the world had power to destroy my lord. He was killed by the God himself.

Me: If that was the only motive, why would he abduct Sita? He could have waged war against Ayodya or against Rama itself.

She: Wouldn’t he then be looked upon as a fool? Why would the keeper of Kuber’s treasure need to invade anyone? He had power, authority, money… everything… what would have been the explanation to invade Ayodya? And about challenging Rama.. well… that is even more amusing as to why would the greatest king be interested in a forest dweller.

Me: Ok… talking about Seeta… how was her conduct in Ashoka Vatika?

She: Well… she was a serene lady. I was very much impressed by her faithfulness towards her husband, and the belief that he would come to rescue her was applaudable.

Me: What was your reaction when your husband told that he has abducted a woman.

She: I was not at all surprised at first as similar incidents had occured in the past, but when I came to know that he had taken the guise of sadhu and fooled Sita to believe him I was a bit disappointed. He did a sin henious than forcefully taking a woman.

Me: We read in Valmiki Ramayana that when all the great warriors of Lanka died, Ravana organizes a yajna (“fire sacrifice”) to assure his victory. Rama sent a troop of monkeys headed by Hanuman and the monkey prince Angada to destroy this yajna. The monkeys created havoc in Ravana’s palace, but Ravana continues the yajna. Angada dragged you by your hair in front of Ravana. The enraged Ravana abandons the yajna and strikes Angada with his sword. Is this correct?

She: You will find gruesome descriptions in Krittivasi Ramayana and Bichitra Ramayana. Well.. I would just say that my husband was no less loyal than Rama and protected me whenever needed.

Me: Ok… last question… what did you learn from Sita?

She: What was the need? Instead she learnt quite a lot things from me.

Me: Oh..

She: Like… how to put on makeup… I gave her many of my secrets… and yeah… she learnt a thing which she actually had to follow in later life… when Rama abandoned her and sent her to forest where she gave birth to her two illustrious sons… it was my conduct that she followed.

Me: And that was?

She: To be with your man… always. If I was with my husband, when he conquered the world… it was my duty to be with him when he failed at the hands of a forest dweller. If I was with him at his best then I had the duty to be at his worst too. And I did that. Sita also did that.

Me: Panchakanyas…. the one among the five virgins… thank you for coming over and chat with me.

She: Well… I was so bored in heavens… but still don’t call me back.

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So, the interview is over. Will meet you soon after I make up something else to publish. 😛

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Jaanlewa Jaanu- VI

31 Jul

With actually no topic in mind, I start with my favorite topic, the Jaanlewa Jaanu. This one is the most appreciated and the most read post series on this blog.

So, this time the jaanu is in a mall with the guy to shop for a bag (that’s what she is looking for). Let’s see how it turns out!

Boy: Baby… we have been roaming for the last 35 minutes and we have not entered even a single bag shop.

Girl: I know… I was thinking to get these foot wears… aren’t they pretty?” She asked without looking at him.

Boy: “If you like them, they are definitely good. ” He said with a smiling face. (I know cheap line).

The girl bought that footwear. The boy was quite sure that now she would enter the bag showroom, but to his despair, there were Biba and UCB in the way to Caprese. So, the girl enetred Biba. (You see… absolutely not her fault, she is a girl, so she will shop, the person with her is a boy so he will pay).

Girl: Look… how pretty this dress is. You think I should try this?

And before the boy could exercise his right to speech and expression, the salesperson came and spilled “Oh sure… Ma’am the fresh summer collection is here. You will absolutely fall for the new designs. Let me help you.”

The boy now knew that his lady love is gone with the salesman. He knew that he would not see her for almost two hours now. He knew that she would be trying every new dress that she could grab on and ask for the salesperson’s advice rather than his. And knowing all this he was happy.

As he turned his mobile data, to check out the world happenings on watsapp and other social networks, his phone pinged. One after the other messages were coming from his love, showing him dresses that she had selected. He zoomed the dresses to see if the price tag was visible. But the girl seemed to be a clever photographer. He was thinking of calling his boss and applying for a loan as it seemed that whole of his salary would be spent in the next some hours or so.

There was a time when he eagerly used to wait for Sundays and now is the time, when he has to meet his girlfriend on Sunday and sometimes has to lie that he is working on Sundays too.

He was deep engrossed in his thoughts while at the same time looking at his Facebook wall aimlessly. He was just going to comment on his best friend’s vacation photo when his phone rang. He looked at his watch. It was 7 p.m. One hour had gone by. “Good time passes fast.” He thought. He picked up the call.

“Where are you?” A commanded voice asked him.

“In Biba only… you were trying the clothes na… so I just…”

“Come fast to the cash counter.” She said and put off the phone immediately.

He started walking with heavy feet and came close to the counter. He saw two more men like him who very having the same expressions of despair on their faces which were being completely ignored by their girls.

He pulled out his wallet and gave his Maestro  Card. The girl came out happy and the boy came out with a little less balance in his bank account.  Money can’t but love, but it can surely make lover, a beggar.

“So… now?” He asked.

“Now… we will eat something and go to home.”

“But… your bag? No need now?”

“How can there be no need… I just changed  my mind at not buying them now. I am too tired now.

(I wish she changes her mind and does not replace it with anything.) He thought.

After that, they went for the dinner in the Mall’s Food Court and heeded home afterwards. After the shopping, the girl was exhausted and the boy was extorted. 😛

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Na Bhooli Hun, Na Bhoolungi…

4 May

College ki bus mein thus-thus kar jaana

driver ke “peeche bohot jagah hai” keh jaana

pehle din dean ka “this is the best college” btana

humara bhi majaak mein haskar, mann mein proud ho jaana

lekin ragging ke darr se jaldi ghar bhaag jaana

na bhooli hun, na bhoolungi.

 

Crimes ki class ke liye subah 9 baje aana

har class ko attendance ke liye attend karna

Saloni ka classes me Dan Brown padh jaana

har semester ke shuru me AC class ko hathiyanana

na bhooli hun, na bhoolungi

 

Contract law ke lecture mein “doosri” class me jaana

Ritu ma’am ka “shaant rahiye” kehkar halka sa smile kar jaana

1st semester ka finally result aana

result aane ke time pe paper kaun kaun se diye the, ye bhool jaana

champu hairstyles se step cut  ka daur aana

na bhooli hun, na bhoolungi

 

Dean- students ke protest mein, semester kya hota hai ye bhool jaana

VC office, kabhi library, kabhi playground ke saamne dharne par baith jaana

fourth -semester ke baad third-sem ka result aana

aage ke semesters mein teachers ka “protest mein gye the aap log?” puch jaana

humara bhi haan bharke poora lecture tapaana

na bhooli hun, na bhoolungi

 

har project viva mein next student ka “kya poocha, kya poocha” question uthana

Rahul- Digvijay ke saath woh silent vivas dekar aana

Apurva ka har exam se pehle “fucked up” keh jaana

Nidhi ka har semester exams mein ek nya tv-show start karne ka exam ritual nibhana

na bhoooli hun, na bhoolungi

 

Tez baarish me sneh ke saath bheegte hue jaana

Saloni ko har semester me detention ka darr dikhana

Shikha ka “tujhe pta chala?” style me gossip sunaana

humaara bhi interest lekar doosre din bhool jaana

na bhooli hun, na bhoolungi

 

Saloni ka “At 8 at RC… don’t be late” message karke 8:45 par aana

Abhishek se har paper se pehle photocopy karwana

Sneh ka “2 saal baad pata lagega tumhe ki main kya kar rhi hun” keh jaana

Kanika ka “yaar mera kya hoga” soch ke yuhin tensioniyana

na bhooli hun, na bhoolungi

 

Varun ka har serious baat ko majaak banakar keh jaana

Kokila ka cute cute cheezon ka pradarshan kar jaana

pen kho jaane par gham manaana

par kisi aur ka bhi pen ghum hua, ye jaankar usi ke saamne hans jaana

na bhooli hun, na bhoolungi

 

CrPc ke viva me Ma’am ka “beta padh lo” keh jaana

mere viva ke reaction se sonali ka darr jaana

exam time me metro me chakkhallas karte hue aana

college aakar lunch aur coffee gatakane ka prime motive poora kar jaana

na bhooli hun, na bhoolungi

 

aansoo to nhi, khushi hai

koi gham nhi, sirf hansi hai

kuch peeche reh jayega, aisa koi darr nhi

kyunki jiye hai aise, jiski koi umar nhi…

 

IF I have offended anyone or made anyone happy, I am truly sorry for both because that’s who I am and that’s how I want you to remember me. You guys can add lines if you want. I know this is not the way it should end, but it should begin.

I wouldn’t complain because if what we were wanting to happen would have happened then what actually happened wouldn’t have happened and what happened was more beautiful than we could ever thought of happening.
KEEP IN TOUCH. KEEP SMILING.

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Cooking… An Art More Complex Than The Rocket Science

5 Jul

The following post is written for the ‘My Beautiful Food’ contest held by IndiBlogger and sponsored by http://www.myborosil.com/

 

“So… you don’t know how to cook.”

“I…I…do… and what do you mean by that?? You just ate daal, spinach and rotis.”

“That was daal? I thought it was some kind of salted water, where was the daal? And the spinach… whatever, but you don’t know how to cook… admit it.”

“Okay… I will admit that I am a bad cook… but… I cooked.”

“Smriti… there is good food, there is bad food and there is something that the maker calls the food and the eater trashes away. What you presented falls in the third category. Plus what do you mean by ‘I cooked’… you have to cook.. that’s something you are obliged to do.”

“Well… I tried…”

“You tried… because you don’t know how to cook… right?”

“Your purpose of marrying me was to judge my culinary skills?”

“No… but it’s time that you start learning this skill… seriously…”

Aamil left the dining table to get ready for the office. He was recently being married to Smriti. Smriti works as a secretary in a private firm. Her husband, Aamil, works in a government agency falling into the officer grade pay.

After he left, Smriti was thinking about the dinner’s menu. There were many vegetables in the refrigerator, almost every type of pulse in the storeroom, but the basic problem was that she didn’t knew how to put these things to the best use. She searched on youtube for easy recipes and listed out two which seemed quite easy.

For the main dinner she picked out the recipe of jeera rice and kadhai paneer and for snacks she thought of dhokla.

She used the Mixing Bowl from her collection of myborosil.com to mix the ingredients of the batter of dhokla that included gram flour, salt, curd and baking soda. She mixed it well, transferred it in Rectangular Dish and placed it in the microwave and left the rest of the cooking to be done by the machine.

Then she turned towards the jeera rice which was simple as there were not much ingredients involved and the steps were also very less. But the main battle was to be fought with kadhai paneer.

She pieced the paneer, prepared the gravy and followed the recipe very religiously. The colour of the gravy was royal and the fragrance of fresh spices was talking a lot about the future of the dish.

As soon as she had prepared the three dishes, the bell rung.

She opened the door with a smiling face. Aamil was quite surprised at the mysterious smile of his wife, but was too tired to ask her the reason. She went into the kitchen and brought the dhokla that she had prepared and two cups of tea. Aamil was surprised to see the dhokla.

“Where did this came from?” He asked.

“From your own house.”

“Ohkay… it looks good… is it really good or its because of the Rectangular Dish in which it is placed.”

“You decide.” She said with a confidence.

He took out a piece of it and without using the plate, put it inside his mouth. For once his eyes glistened and his mouth said, “Wonderful… its hard to believe that you have made it.”

“Believe it, because I have put in a lot of effort…”

Aamil realised that he had been too hard on his wife that morning and maybe this was her wife’s way of responding.

“I am very sorry for today morning, I never knew you would take that so seriously but I am glad that you did… but that obviously doesn’t  justify my rude words, so I am sorry.”

“Its okay… I am glad that you realised your fault… and don’t tell me that you are sorry… because…”

“Because..? He said munching the other piece.

“Because I did something for which I should be sorry and so both the sorrys  cancel out each other.” She said in a perplexed tone.

“What have you done?”

“I was preparing jeera rice and kadhai paneer for you…and..”

“Wow… that is so thoughtful and trust me I just can’t wait to taste them.”

“Well.. you would have to wait…”

“Ya… I know… till 8:30… that is our dinner time… I know…” He said.

“Yes… yes… till 8:30 of some other day.”

“But you just said…”

“The rice burnt and  for the kadhai paneer…

“The kadhai paneer?”

“It too burnt…”

“Ouch… wow… well how?” He asked in confusion.

“Actually…  the rice in the cooker were boiling and the gravy in the kadhai was taking some time to cook and the recipe said that it would take almost 10 minutes for the gravy to be ready… so…”

“Smriti… go on… so?”

“So… I called my mother and…”

“And you need not explain more… you called your mother and that explains a lot… you forgot to check on the two things while discussing about stupid household talks… didn’t you?”

“She was telling me about her early days with cooking… the topic stretched.”

“Smriti… you were talking to your mother, even when you ask her about her well- being she stretches it to almost 10 minutes.”

Smriti stood there, with her eyes stuck on the floor.

“Where are the two things?”

“In the kitchen.”

Aamil went into the kitchen and had a look.

“It seems you really tried… sincerely tried.”

“I did.”

“Then I will not let my wife’s effort go into drain… I will eat this… howsover bad it might taste.”

“Aalim… I tasted it… one suggestion… I know you love me… but if you eat this… i fear that love is definitely getting down the drain… so please let’s order pizza.”

“Thank you… I was just trying to sound concerned… this…”

“This..?”

“Well.. this is like…. who cares… the dhokla was awesome…” He tried to divert from the main course and cuddled with his wife to divert himself from the fact that how bad a cook his wife was.

 

Second Saturday!!

10 May

Hi… fellas… So… this happened… every word that follows actually happened… (not today although)… tragic for me… par aap maze lo…

So, on a fateful Thursday I planned to visit court. I asked one of my friends from law school to accompany me (timepass) and she agreed. We decided to go to Tees Hazari Court. I was very excited, as in Tees Hazari, many matrimonial (masala) cases come up for hearing. The court opens at 10 a.m., and we decided to meet at the court at ten only. The dedication, the excitement and the expectations ( of getting to hear gossip cases) was high.

On Saturday, I woke up at 8, got ready by 9 and boarded the Metro to Tees Hazari at almost 9:15. By 9:55, I reached the desired Metro Station. I called up my friend to know her whereabouts. She told that she would reach in a minute or so. After she came, we went outside the station and suddenly something stuck her… “Aaj to second Saturday hai…” the thing didn’t stuck me or maybe it had, but the disbelief caused me to ask

“So…?”

“Dude… its second Saturday… courts are closed…”

“Why?”

“Because its second Saturday..”

“Why?”

“See… this all started when man started designating a particular day… they settled for seven days in a week and then…”

“Ohkay… got it… I got it that we came to the court to hear the proceedings and it’s closed… what the f…”

I became quite angry, and then sad, and then kind of depressed and then I suddenly laughed.

I laughed for almost 320 seconds. My friend knew about my “once started, never ending” way of laughter. I was laughing really hard standing on the pavement outside the court and my friend was standing beside me, giving a look to the world that said, “Dude… I am waiting for the bus… I don’t know her”.

After I stopped or rather the passerby’s look forced me to. I asked,

“So.. what do we do??”

“March home..”

“I am not in a mood to go home. I had announced so proudly about today’s plans and when they would come to know that this happened, they all would first burst out into laughter and would always bring that up in front of everybody.

“So… what should we do? Oh.. there is a cool mall in NSP… why don’t we go there..” She suggested.

“Have you been there earlier?” I asked.

“Na.. but one of my friends has… ans she said that’s really good.”

I had no other options. And as they say, beggars cannot be choosers. So, we boarded the Metro and reached NSP in some other 30 minutes. We de-boarded, and went to a mall which was seeming to be nearest the Metro Station.

“Are you sure this is it??

“Ya… I can’t see any other mall here…”

“Okay…”. We reached there. At the entrance, the guard told us that the mall shall open at 11 a.m.. We had reached at 10:30..

So, we waited outside the mall for half- an- hour. We talked about boyfriends(of others), girlfriends (obviously of others), parents (of our own) and at a point about someone who has nothing to do with our lives.

Well… after half- an- hour of tanning, we went inside to find out that only three  floors of that ‘building’ were tagged as mall. The other almost nine floors were offices. And in those three floors, there was no food court. Ya… I mean what’s a mall without food court?? But I guess for these situations someone has said “You never know…”

I gave my friend a “cool mall? Huh??” look.

She was already remembering her friend and I was complementing her friend’s relatives my own way.

We came out after 10 minutes that we had entered. Now, we realised that the world is not accepting us. The spiritual gyan crossed the mind that the world is shunning out its doors for us. And then the second thought, ‘what the fuck’. We went to the Metro Station again. There was a so- called ‘SALE’ of foot-wears. And if you are a girl, you know what SALE means and if you are a boy, you are the unfortunate one, not to understand it’s value and if you are a boy who has a girlfriend, then I do pity you. Well… coming to my own story, we entered the shop. The foot-wears we liked were not on sale and those which were on sale were just too good to be purchased at that price. We wasted another twenty minutes of our aimless lives and then boarded metro to our respective homes.

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And the award goes to…

5 Apr

Hello everybody… I guess stars are showing favour on your favorite blog, that is, Creatigentt… How?? Well… just yesterday it collected 1337 likes, more that 18500 views and innumerable valuable comments which keeps on motivating and inspiring me to continue this nonsense.. 😛

Well, a new achievement just added, as  Danger_DX™ presented me with the following award:

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So, thank you very much for this honour and keeping the award speech for the last… I would first list out the rules of this award.

Rules for the Award:

1-Select the blog(s) you think deserve the Blog Of The Year 2013 Award.

(done that in the last)

2-Write a post about the blog(s) you have chosen (there are no minimum or maximum number of blogs required) and ‘present’ the blog(s) with their award.(Will do that very briefly with their names in the last)

3-Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the instructions with them- (please don’t alter the instructions or the badges!) (will do that after having finished with the post… I mean is there any hurry? :P)

4-Come over and say hello to the originator of the Blog Of The Year 2013 Award via this link:  http://thethoughtpalette.co.uk/blog-awards-2-/blog-of-the-year-2013-award/
(Will do it… don’t ask me when)
5-You can now also join the Blog Of The Year Award Facebook Page. Click the link here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/BlogoftheYear to share your blog posts with an even wider audience. (Wider audience.. you said?? Already done.. :P)

6-Finally, as a winner of the award, please add a link back to the blog that presented you with this award-and then proudly display the award on your blog- and start collecting stars! (Will do this after posting the post… i mean this is what is required)

So, the nominations are… Tantana…

  • Maxima – Beautiful poems, emotional and deep worded
  • dilipnaidu – believes in living life “less serious”
  • eMORFES – excellent photographer
  • rejistephenson – new to blogging, but impressive and knowledgeable posts
  • Piyush Mishra – In the About page, told all about his educational and career qualifications in detail, but in the end using the blog to be just him…
  • Kamalpreet – says a thing without writing, actually through pictures mostly 😛
  • Arindam Saha : the best for the last… if you know hindi… one visit is must, if you don’t know hindi… then also visit for random articles in english 🙂

And now the speech… (in tears… khushi waale) Thank you very much to the dear blogger who actually recognized the true value of this velli blogger and inspired her to be more velli.. 🙂 😛

 

What If….

8 Mar

‘International Women’s Day’, yet again… 8 March. ..yet again pink coloured gifts…yet again a day of bumper sales for Archies, jewellery shops and merchandise retailers. A day to brag big things about women dignity, integrity and greatness. Yet, again a day to lecture about the “she”. Yet again a day when NGOs and government highlight the achievements.
I wonder is it the ‘special’ day or the ‘only’ day for women. Women’s day makes every female somehow conscious of her vulnerability, weakness and the “abla naari” image. But, I would blame it to my ancestors, especially Sita and Radha. I would present two incidents, where they could (and should) have stood for themselves. Their one action could have shaped the present in a more better way. Here are the scenes where Sita and Radha could have made lives better for the better half of every male.

Scene 1:

Ram has killed Ravana and thrusted his conquest over Lanka. He entrusts the working of Lanka to Vibhishan by making him the king of the land. While everybody is dancing with joy and heading towards Ashok Vatika to rescue Sita, Ram is walking quietly. Sita is overwhelmed to meet her husband after a long period of almost one year. As soon as she steps forward to meet him, he stopped her. She is confused, everybody present there is confused.

Ram: Sita, you have had been in a demon’s den… you should prove your chastity.

Sita doesn’t believe her ears. Is this the same man, for whom she sacrificced all the palace’s leisure, the same man whose name she was reciting day and night … how insensitive, how immoral… questioning his wife’s chastity in front of the whole world.

Sita: My lord… you don’t believe me??

Ram: I do… but this world… it would raise questions… I don’t want them to do so… that is why I want to bury this topic right now…

Sita: I don’t have to prove anything to anyone… what matters is you… because you are my world… and if you believe me…and why should you be caring about the so called world if they are wrong??

Ram:  I have to care about them… I am their King… I am accountable to them… and because the world is wrong… I have to show them the right path and not leave them with their wrong notions…

Sita: You are not accountable to them for your personal life…. but maybe you are right… people should be taught the right path… and only if you are so insisting… what should I do??

Ram to Laxman: Bro… light up the fire… Sita would enter it and come out…

Sita: Huh… and that would prove that I am chaste??

Ram: Fire is the most sacred and clean elements of all…

Sita: (Whatever) okay…as you wish my lord… Go ahead…

Ram: What? Where??

Sita: When were getting married… I had promised before this same fire that I would follow you like your shadow… and do everything to keep you happy… You had also promised to be my quisling at every step I take… I have to follow you… please lead me My Lord…

Ram: No Sita… you would have to do this alone…u can

Sita: I know… I can.. But i will not…

Sita says this and leaves the place…

Scene 2:

Krishna: I have to go to Mathura… our relation ends here..

Radha: Is it a relationship too weak that can be ended too easily?

Krishna: But what else can we do??

Radha: We can run away…

Krishna: How can we run away… I mean you are married…

Radha: So what?? In the coming future… you would be aiding Arjuna to flee away with Subhadra… even Arjuna would have been married at the time of this escape…

Krishna: But… but… i mean… we always knew that this would end… and by this we would preach the chapter of sacrifice to the world…

Radha : Sacrifice?? What sacrifice are you making? You would be having over 1000 wives.

Krishna : (irritated) What do you want?

Radha: Nothing from a man who himself doesn’t know what he can give.

Radha turns back and goes away.

So, after the above imaginary scenes that you read… do you think that if this had actually happened… then the present would have been different??

My ideals are not Ram and Sita where the former questioned the chastity of the woman he fought for and the latter answered that question in the way he wanted. My ideals are not Krishna and Radha, where the former gave no good reason for the break up and the latter agreed.

My ideals are Laxman and Urmilla who even after being separated for 14 years never came up with such issues and my ideal is Meera who almost forced Krishna to accept her…

By the way… a very happy and hopeful Women’s Day to all the ladies out there and a very heartfelt thank you to all the men who always try to treat women as humans… they deserve a bigger salute… 🙂

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Question- 7

2 Feb

So, you thought that this question- answer series is gone… well… It’s back… with the question of this month…

Your answers… unedited and every answer would be published… 🙂

February! the most important festival of this month that is celebrated worldwide is Valentine’s Day… the question relates to the same… and that is…

“If there was no concept of love in the world… what do you think, would have happened?”

Hope to read your answers soonimages and all the answers would be published on 14th February.

Thank You in Advance 🙂

Question- 5

2 Nov

Hello friends… The question of this month is…

What is the most courageous thing a person can do in his or her life??

Waiting for your answers 🙂 🙂5

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