tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53009719694593036372024-03-13T07:44:57.276-07:00Like Really ?"The root of the problem is vulnerability," says Apter, "the fear that the valuable relationship between mother and son is under threat as lives change. Mothers are left thinking, 'Will I still be valued for what I bring to the family?'"Alvina Matanathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18435875380883054211noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300971969459303637.post-87941985347254455332020-08-10T05:46:00.002-07:002020-11-18T01:38:03.266-08:00CONCEPTION AND MONSTER-IN LAWHi mommies<div><br /></div><div>As much as I want to pour down my thoughts, my experiences, and all that we go through and share it. I want to stop and start with a heads up to all the new parents and newly Weds and new moms or Peggy ladies.</div><div><br /></div><div>Parenthood is something we choose, some of us are forced to subconsciously and consciously and we don't get to know what we are getting into..So if you find yourself in this condition...Please read this and be WARE of these slyly Monsters around you...</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">So they would say you are getting old :</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>"Uff 30 ki hogayi ho..... bhuddi hojaogee..bhaeee buhat mushkil hota hai---jaldi karlo werna kuch ke tu Aulaaaad hee nahi hoti....'</div><div><br /></div><div><i>And others will say </i></div><div><br /></div><div>"Bas ab tu mein intizaar mein hon kab meri poti potta ayein aur mein unke saath khiloon ?"</div><div><br /></div><div>And some would express their want to stitch clothes for their grandsons and grand daughters and make you realize how important it is to conceive.</div><div><br /></div><div>Although for their own daughters , the voice notes will be a little different .Something like</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> " Aray nahi abhi tu meri bachi ki shaadi howi hai, abhi tu ghoomeingay , abhi settle horahi hai , abhi travel karnay jana hai ya abhi tu unki nand ki shaadi hai matlab everything they can conveniently say and get away with it will be shoved on your face and you will have to live with it."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Matlab behen aap akelii nahi hein yeh sab ke sath huwa hai trust me each one of us who are married felt it million times how these monster-in laws showed us diffidently, treated us differently or acted super smart when its about their own daughters.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The worst part of the story is your husband who is your husband first now and a brother and son later would ALWAYS PUT CLARITY ON HS FAMILY TO BE TREATED AS MIGHTY RULERS...GREAT GODS </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well Good Lord!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">These bechari mayyein on one-side and the terrible mother-in-laws on the other are a disguise.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ab obviously bechara beta doesn't know that his beloved mother is a very dark person and in his trials to understand whose right and whose wrong.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You become PREGNANT!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">WELL WELL WELL LADIES IF YOU ALL WANTED TO STUDY MORE AND GO HIGHER IN YOU CAREER OR HAD OTHER ASPIRATIONS WHICH YOU COULDN'T ACHIEVE DUE TO THE SURROUNDING PRESSURE or DUE TO THE MONSTER-IN LAW AT YOUR HOUSE.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I WOULD LIKE TO RAISE HANDS WITH YOU AND CURSE ALL THOSE WHO DID THAT TO YOU AND JUST SAY ONE THING.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Remember What goes around comes around ...</div><div style="text-align: left;">so trust ME God is watching...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Smile EVERYONE...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">THE WAR IS STILL ON...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Alvina Matanathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18435875380883054211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300971969459303637.post-76853691120489575562020-08-10T04:23:00.033-07:002020-08-10T05:00:28.583-07:00Love Struck-Walking down the memory lane<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Fifteen years later who
knew where we will be, the man who rode my office van still drives the same van,
the car washer who used to wipe the windscreen of the cars, is probably dead or
sick or may be still dragging his body and doing the same freaking job that
paid him nothing more than dimes to pass his day and next morning he was
again empty pockets, shabby face and lost in the mob kind of guy who surely no
one notice.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I sipped my coffee now
and I sipped my coffee than, the only difference is the brand I sipped has
changed from Nescafe Espresso to a local Thai coffee brand called "aorta coffee
from the Old Phuket Town “the one with amazing flavor and aroma. I however feel
the same person, I feel my body has the same person inside, the same heart and
the same old habits except I look different. I feel I look a little more
motherly than the girl, a little more house owner and a wife of a business
tycoon. Sometimes it's the burden outside and sometimes it's the burden within
well of course I am talking about you" My thoughts" .They never
left me .I remember once I asked a friend how our life will be a few years from
now and he replied ; If the partner is good , life will be good.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And I smiled at him in
acceptance as if I believed the words pouring down his lips were as pure as of
an angel telling you a beautiful future in heaven.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I always loved love
stories and gather in groups whenever there is a news of a movie like "
The notebook " or "titanic" or may be " 500 days of
summer" or a movie that shows a beautiful marriage or Cinderella story
.Well obviously we all love the very thought of it, the thought of being loved
and being around someone so soft and poised, makes us want to believe this world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I don't know if you knew
this girl around you as Mary, Dianna, Ruby or the Asian version of her as Mia
or Zulekha.I met her too, her hairs like curly locks and long like cashmere and
her eyes all sparkly and skin as fresh as rosemary scent and soft like tofu .It
won't be wrong if I call her the one, a man wants to hold hands with and spin
around in circles and travel to places.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I asked my friend what
you like about her and all she could say was nothing but a smile in expression
and you will be surprised to know it was a girl everyone loved to be around
gender of all kinds , people of all ages and men especially yes!!.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I often heard a comment
from her sister that she is too rowdy and extravagant and all over the place
but it never mattered .What mattered was she was liked!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I saw people stop their
work and look at her with awe from old men to small young boys.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">>>>>>>>>>>>Her
name was Laura<<<<<<<<<<<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Laura Stephens was a
white girl with hazel eyes and black hairs. She had two sisters and no brother.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She lived in a house
crowded with small shops of kinds and an amazing bakery .A lot of kiosks of sweetcorn’s
and potato chips and vegetables and fruits.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Every day she would come
late and her school bus would always get either missed or she would have to ask
for a hand and she would feel blessed that one minute she came early or didn't
miss.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It was the chase of her
school bus or may be the chase of time which made her love the act.The fact
that she will do it , that she will catch it and also she loved the bright
sunlight and the morning chatters with her friend in the school lobby .<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Let’s fast travel her
life book and take you to the end and bring you back to why it happened. She
studied with a guy and in spite of falling in love and being in love like crazy,
he left her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well let's go back to
how it all started, back when it all started sprouting its budding leaves …yes
back when they were too young and together.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well yes they studied
together .His name was Paul-Paul Mark and his looks didn't really match Laura
.He was short, cute, black hair and black eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">They were good playmates
and won’t be wrong if I said good friends.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">One day they were called
by their teacher to do a small sitcom together in school.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I knew something –they both
were shy of facing the world or maybe they weren’t like their other friends,
confident and loud and out there.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So one day they were
rehearsing together with one more of their classmate who was also a friend –his
name was Gerry -Gerry Richard, he was the boy who was supposed to interview
Paul with Laura and Paul was a cricket player .<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The rehearsal began and
it was early morning around 8:45 am and all the students have went down to
their classes and we were practicing in the assembly area.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Did I mentioned Laura
was a new admission <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>so she was shy and
learning to fit in the new school and the bullies<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>while others were trying to know her at the
same time they made it a little awkward by noticing her too much too often so
she was generally sheepish around her classmates.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The practice ended and
Paul, Laura and Gerry all sat down on a bench next to the stage and Gerry
started flirting with Laura and pushed her while they all three shared the same
seat. In all this Laura didn't realize that Gerry’s pushes were making her
tough Paul who was sitting in the center .She felt bullied and out of place at
the same time and she stood up and ran to her class.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Paul never knew what
happened nor did Laura remember any of this .Days passed they kept on being in
the same class for another year and Paul would do what he did best-mimic
his teachers and made people laugh. He was the boy who imitated teachers and
made funny faces and made everybody laugh when the period changed and there was
a 5 min gap between the next teachers to enter the class.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">One day she was going to
buy groceries and she found Paul and his family coming out from a car, she
noticed he lived next doors. Something made her very happy so and when she
turned to look at him, she saw him smiling at her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Few years later Paul
left the school and later she finished her schools and graduated and they both
went different ways. He went into army and she became the doctor. Long
until she finished her post-graduation, her friend decided to meet on a trip to
Thailand. She was too shy to go on any such trip so at first she said No then
she said yes! And decided to pack her bags.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her mother won't let her
go alone so she had to call her father to give her a bridge.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Finally she was going.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thursday evening their
train was to leave at 6.She kept her bags down beside the ticket room and
started looking for her friends she saw ten years before and all she could
remember was the old faces and small bodies.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Suddenly she saw the
group of people approaching her, all giggling and laughing and being surprised.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">At first she was confused,
what if they say she is as pretty as she was and that time hasn't been very
good on her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Then she turned back to
pay money to the ticket counter and she saw him gazing at her .She didn't
recognize him. He was not tall but handsome in his green shirt and blue jeans.
Something held her breath, she felt something deep.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He came close...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Hi! How are you? It’s me
Paul.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oh Paul ah..., I really
don't recognize you. You look different<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Like really<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well should I take it as
a compliment?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well yes indeed .You
aren't ugly anymore...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Laura; hahaha she
laughed <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Laura : So what are you
working nowadays? Karachi?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Paul: Not really all
over Pakistan to be honest. I am serving in the army.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Laura: Nice<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alright everyone let's
get rolling, the train leaves in ten .Check everything and let's find our compartments.
She stepped on and he kept looking at her chasing her through with his wanting
to know more eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /></blockquote></div></blockquote></blockquote>Alvina Matanathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18435875380883054211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300971969459303637.post-61704831065536580612017-06-07T12:16:00.000-07:002017-06-07T12:16:02.476-07:00I call it My Religion"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Yes it kills me, its shuffles my soul, my tender bones and my
muscles creep in pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I feel that silently yet
loudly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I see my Islam being forsaken<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I see my religion being taken<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I see it all Gone and withered<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I see you with no soul<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I see them all going whispers
and chaos<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">You don't even see the change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I feel it in my chest<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I feel it in my eyes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">It hurts, it aches <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">It is sabotaged<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">From I don’t pray, to I don’t
fast and from he is my prophet to there is no Allah.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">What are these transitions? Who
has driven them?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">You close your eyes so often,
that you don't even see your maker?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He doesn’t need your prayers, it’s
but you who need it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">It hurts me, it aches <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Its leaves me numb<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I am not a fundamentalist<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I don’t have to be <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I am just a Soul<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I don’t know who you call " Me"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I don’t know what’s my definition <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I just know;</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I know am wrong if I don’t pray<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I know am wrong if I don’t
believe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I know am dead if I don’t feel<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Whats sin is sin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">You don’t need any method to worship<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">You just need you and Him</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But do you have the will?</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Do you know who Allah is
anymore?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I wish I pass<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And close my eyes in despair of
you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Of you all to be awakened <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">With kind hearts and self-driven souls...</span></div>
</div>
Alvina Matanathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18435875380883054211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300971969459303637.post-28203612499804455082017-06-07T10:42:00.002-07:002017-06-07T11:57:51.786-07:00Self-Entitlement -I would Say " We are blessed"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">So let’s keep the convo open and let me make all of you feel self-assured
on being who you are.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Let say, we are half-conscious
so much so that the only loud thing is the world outside us .All we see is what
we want to see.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And you say...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">“Are you living in oblivion”,</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">“You crazy?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">"Oh my God, I guess you
had got yourself an official pardon of being this way? huhhhhh<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Let me say I accept that..I
accept we are lost, I accept “Us".</span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But what about you my dear? Are
you really present?</span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Are you not framed by this
anonymous side within you?</span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">You call the world crazy and
self-centered. And sometimes “silly" not realizing how awkward and
condescending you may sound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sometimes not even knowingly,
you pass and say “C’mon, they don't even know what’s going around them"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">So completely dense and empty.
We don't even relate to them. (Multiple Voices)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I want to shout at times, crack
my knuckles and breathe, un-breathe so hard and deep that I might even be called
criminal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">So subliminal it is<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I shall call it Self-assault,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Is it not? Would you not call
this ironical, mere self-punishment of its kind?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I don't see you, I see us...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Here we are...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Let’s reclaim “Us"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And let me stand up for this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I don’t come from a different Land;
I am a human, flesh and bones, yet more soul...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Are you patronizing superiority
over me? Are you stressing that you are better?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Of what? Prudence, sensibility,
passion, wealth, color, religion? What ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Really Give me what is it?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">What more?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">It only takes this, for you to differentiate?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And who gave that to you...?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I don’t read who you are; you can’t
live what they are<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And they can’t see what lives
in me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Than what is the
self-entitlement for? So beautifully you pick yourself out from the mob and
claim yourself to be different<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But in truth it’s not only you,
it’s me, its them, it’s all of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">We are living a “No Name
Face" spacing to be in different world, trying to seclude and posing to be
chaste.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">One day I hope your soul walks
past you, and breathe tranquility and call your name and tell you who you are.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Alvina Matanathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18435875380883054211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300971969459303637.post-57496938754993763172017-04-02T04:09:00.002-07:002020-08-10T04:22:55.272-07:00Rant of a desperate Girlfriend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The story continues-Part-2<br />
<br />
And Lets assume what these conventional minds (as in the Parents-Mom-Dad -ama-abba-abbu gee and meri maa -uski maa-unkay abbu and hamaray abbu) brood and play in their recorder to us ; is even correct.<br />
<br />
Why is it so difficult to say '<b><span style="font-size: large;">yes</span></b>' .<br />
Isn't this too self-opinionated a system where what I think for my child is correct and what he; the boy (bechara') the poor soul who; am sure has certainly given a lot of time thinking and finally taken decision is WRONG '.<br />
<br />
I mean really , why this haye haww and hum tu barbaad hogaye wala Complex scene all the time.<br />
<br />
Am sure if i was a parent and I was to take such a decision I will definitely have a TALK and go about all my concerns and ensure he is safe and well-prepared for his future.And if he is not i will rather prepare him and give him whatever "add-on's he need to complete and climb this mount Everest jitni life.<br />
<br />
Its really upsetting that half or may be 99% of Asian parents think and see from ' some maa ki ankh' as they call it which in their emotional dictionary definitely means " i tell you how to live , sit and eat ,<i> you are born to follow</i>.'<br />
<br />
I might sound very emotional too but I actually feel sad that a lot of these girls and boys are genuinely good kids.<br />
They do look forward for their parents approvals and at the end they either run away or do some forcefully arranged less unhappy marriages and fail to even go back on their parents and say ' Look what you did to me >>'<br />
<br />
I know this friend of mine, a very genuine person, amazingly qualified an engineer , married this army guy -an arranged setup and got divorced like few days after her nikkah and nobody raised it against parents.Forget anyone else, <b><i>SHE</i></b> didn't. And all we saw was the family broke inside;as in nobody trusted each other again.<br />
<br />
So why not let these life decisions be taken by the one who are the real drivers of that journey and not the ones watching the race.Am sure the driver would know better and not the ones who might be more experienced drivers some 20+ more years experience.Accepted!<br />
<br />
But was it a good sample for them to make judgements?<br />
<br />
Didn't you just had one machine not all. I think every human is different and we should have in entirety complete freedom to live, chose and drive our lives ourselves.<br />
<br />
You only married one 'woman' than why so predictive about all the women out there?<br />
why so protective towards your children that you never let them marry.<br />
<br />
I mean half of my age fellows are not married because their parents were very tough on them or the girl friend parents changed positions, so yeah monster or no monsters something was always there.<br />
<br />
The part of comments i heard from these people is crazy , funny and ironical at the same time.<br />
<br />
<i>Abba</i> to the candidate : Beta you don't earn enough , I cant trust my daughter with you.<br />
Criticism: alright tu uncle do u expect him to drive a jaguar at the age of 24 or own a helicopter?<br />
<br />
<i>Abba</i> again : No you cant, she is from a different mazhab and it will be a disaster if you did it.<br />
Criticism : O man really like you married one and you know how it goes, am sure one of your friend did that and you made assumptions of their lives and passed it on to everyone.Surely you never saw beyond their bad stories, their good and happy moments and amazing lifestyle.As you were so judgmental , that all you saw was a thin line on the windscreen and not the beautiful view ahead.<br />
<br />
Forget this , there is a lot more than just these opinions .Each time these kids go out, the parents would criticize and emotionally abuse them to the point that they <i>self-doubt</i> and literally lose it at times.<br />
<br />
<br />
There is this dark side of the moon and the bright side.I wish people could see the bright one more clearly ,so much so that the dark gets invisible or at least '<i><b>Acceptable'.</b></i><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
When I was like 18, I would read a lot into peoples relationship lives and a lot of me changed.<br />
I realized and learned how to let go and let people be free from a completely conservative to a completely non-judgmental way.<br />
<br />
And the change made things so easy that it surprises me sometime.<br />
<br />
Like I really think we need to ask our parents for good or bad.<br />
Can you at least let us try even if we have to fall and learn ?<br />
And we truly need you to understand us, to support us , no matter what!<br />
Try not to judge people and pre-assume things?<br />
And For good Lord sake , stop emotionally abusing and black mailing us?<br />
<br />
So yes , the youth need to learn the art of convincing their parents and never in any case ,decide to leave their parents.<br />
<br />
I mean that just shouldn't be an option for anyone, no matter what islam says to you, it never said , leave the ones who gave you everything.<br />
<br />
All it should mean is to convince them and make them your support even for your life to come.<br />
So yes love them , even more and just try to bring change in the family dynamics.It will take ages but yeah it will change things.<br />
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Alvina Matanathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18435875380883054211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300971969459303637.post-28106740481946360842016-06-12T11:36:00.002-07:002020-08-09T23:37:22.643-07:00Date My son Like this<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Alvina Matanathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18435875380883054211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300971969459303637.post-7835238029066736052016-06-10T10:34:00.001-07:002020-08-09T23:35:27.866-07:00The GhisiPitti Love story and His Mom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><b>Lets start with the Cliche relationship Story!</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Don't tell me<i> you.</i>......too (Part-1)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Like you also felt too conscious about what your guy wears and
wanted to make him look like Brad Pitt .. not that I like him but just saying for
the sake of name tagging. </span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">I liked Josh Hartnett, Chris Hemsworth, Luke Wilson (the guy from the movie " Legally Blonde - yeah the professor ; that'</span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">s who am talking about).</span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Even the old classic character in Jane Eyre of "
Mr.Rochester" was one hell of an imaginary character I raised as someone
so real that every guy I would see was actually repeating his dialogues to me "Jane.. Jane you the most un-earthy thing, I own you as my own flesh".</span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Yeah I know, wayyy too fantastical but that <i>is </i>how I saw it.. It was
like OMG! I found a guy and than it just went on and on in my small little head
about him <u>only</u>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">And <i>if </i>I connect you .. like take you back to the general state
of mind you get in when and how usually we fall for people. Not that I am saying
all girls fall like that. Yet am sure some of us do. It's such an easy pickup for
every guy out there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">First Point: <br />Man! You are <i>so</i> interesting, I love that smile of yours.. <u><i><b>it is so killing.</b></i></u><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Second Point: </span></span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Can we be friends? (Which meant more than
friends)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">And <b>now</b> you are in your head thinking that I don't even know him and still brooding over that.. you say yeah. (Because what else would/could you say?!)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">That's when we lose it!</span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">That's exactly where we lose our Center... </span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">.. as in everything becomes <i><b>their </b></i>center and we just forget <b>who <i>we</i> are.</b></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Its so surprising that every woman, at-least most of the ones I have met
and read about, fell insanely for men and so self-effacingly that we even forget
we matter first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Like I still don't know why we care like a Mother even when we aren't one. Its so instinctive that we don't even know how to control it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">And thereon the relation begins from pretty to sexy/lovely to
merijaan and you and the La La Land starts.</span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">And then suddenly when all was going
fine, you hear a loud noise and </span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">that's</span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"> the girl crying.</span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Girl: OMG am scared!!</span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And now the guy becomes bechara ( like always) as he </span><span style="font-size: 18px;">doesn't</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> even
know <i>where</i> he touched or <i>what </i>he hit that <b>this </b>came out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Girl: I </span><span style="font-size: 18px;">don't</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> know ... I <i>feel </i>l</span>ike<i> </i>you're gonna leave me. Please <b>marry</b> me.</span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Boy: Good Lord!!!... Marriage?!?! </span><br />Like really .. for the guys its like "I came down to window-shop, not shop shop! But damn.. now I am caught sooo off guard!" </span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Like a big block of ice, just fell on his head and now he is lost.</span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">On the other hand girls think,"he is the 'Casanova' and a
playboy etc. etc... Why didn't he think about it before?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">And that's when this girly-girl opens her dirty laundry and
twists <i>his</i> words and <i>his</i> brain and brings <b>herself</b> to a "zero" point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I think instead of doing all the cliche and repetitive stuff,
try something new?!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Try living in the moment and taste how it feels to be free. </span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Free of
all the nervy points and just live to <i>not</i> reach an end but to live the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Nonetheless I think to love someone, you don't need to own them or
control them or take them away from everybody and feel all secure.</span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Love in the
true sense should be '<b>free'</b>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Because when you control it, it flows away and only bodies remain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">But I guess this is becoming out of context but what I was saying is that whether
you are in love or have just started a relationship or are figuring out if you love this
person... don't try to hold them or the relationship.</span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Like my sister would say
it... Live in the moments so that you can live for yourself!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">We tend to </span><span style="font-size: 18px;">suffocate</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> ourselves by creating all these unwanted
thoughts and worries for ourselves in relationships. Every time you fall for a guy.. Mean it. Enjoy it.</span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><b><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></b>
<b><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">What has to stay, will stay.. </span></b></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Trust me your trying to keep it will do nothing and it's better to live every
step free of remorse and regrets.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">I kind of drifted away from the subject so lets move on to the better stuff.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">So yeah back to the craze and love games!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">And now after the twist, the real game comes to play when these
men would take charge of this little girl and go like, "OK honey am gonna speak
to my mom!"<br /><br />And this MOM...</span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">..Well..</span></span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Well.. <b>don't you take <i>that</i> to be easy.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">We are now at <<<<<<<<</span><b style="font-size: 13.5pt;">LIFE INTERMISSION>>>>></b></span></span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">That's the HULK 2020!!!<br />We are talking about the real deal... like really! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><b>She </b>will <i>never</i> be happy, <i>never </i>satisfied, <i>never</i> understand what her
son wants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Even if you are a Brigadier's daughter with a gori skin and tall
height and smooth feet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Even if you wear the most sophisticated nice chappals underneath and wear the nice chiffon dupatta overhead, this monster is definitely not on.. like not at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sometimes I used to think.. are all moms crazy? or is it that they want to
own their sons till death and exploit their sons with their authority...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I can write an episode full of deadly disasters for
this one character</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">.</span></span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b>The boyfriend's mom!!!</b></span></h2>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-weight: normal;">A mother-in-law to-be but if she has her way than the mother-in-law never to-be.</span></span></h3>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Yeah you heard
me. That's correct.. the villain! </span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I have even tried to see form her perspective, never worked. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Specially if you have mistakenly chosen the "decent
type" of guy.. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">you will <i>never</i> get him.</span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">So yeah.. rather than that, chose a
more bold and rebellious kid with no mom, if possible and if not... than hopefully the rebellious trait may come in handy.</span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Because the seedha sadha type of larka will just come in the real time drama his mom will do right after his confession. Lets take a screenshot of the real
scene happening-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Son: Mom .. I love her.. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Mom: Love her ??!!! </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Hayee mein barbaad hogayi .. aaj yeh din dekhna tha bas.. </span></span><span style="color: blue;">Mar kyun nahi gaye yeh din dekhnay se pehle!!</span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Son: Mom but what's wrong? .. She is a pretty decent girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Mom: Koi decent wecent nahi hotein yeh sab bari taiz hotein hein.. meray bachay ko kharab kardiya!! patanahi kitno ke saath kiya hoga. ( these Maayen don't even think they themselves were girls once)</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Son: Mom apko kiya hogaya hai yaar....</span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Mom: Kuch nahi huwa mujhay! Bas dafa hojao</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Son: Mom I will marry just her<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Mom: Jao phir meray marnay ke baad karlena, meray jeetay jee i wont let it
happen.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">So this was the mom who would speak.. <i><b>Then </b></i>there are those who <b>don't</b>
speak;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Son: Mom (Repeats words)</span></span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Mom: *starts crying* *goes to her room* *wont talk to him
for days* (basically make him feel so bad that he goes in a guilt trip)</span></span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Result = Mom is happy and satisfied cuz mission achieved.</span></span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Insert *really the happy face*</span></span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">I am sure you wanna ask.. if these moms really love their sons or themselves??</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">The answer is none.</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Their ego is what these moms create a shrine of.</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">For them its not about which girl their son will marry.. Its just about "I will choose her" which causes all this. Its surprising, a little ironical that these idiot sons don't even realize that they just got played by their very own mothers.</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">I mean lets stop a bit.. Let me take a few more minutes as I want us all to think here.</span></span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">For US:</span></span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Are we some kind of investments are parents want the dividends off at the time of marriage?( Trust me am n't raising a rebel here).</span></span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Why don't we think its us who need to choose what fits our personalities best?</span></span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">For our PARENTS:</span></span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span></span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Do you really love me or your ego? Mom....</span></span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Did you even for a minute, tried giving the girl a fair chance? Maybe value her on a general spectrum and <i>then </i>assess her?</span></span><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;"><span face="" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">Will you ever prioritize my needs over society expectations?</span></span></span></h3>
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