Wednesday, 27 May 2015
How to keep your relationship going after graduation?
The
first year of the college is very special for everybody. It is a new start for
some people and for others it proves to be a platform to carry forward their old
legacy. But whatever is the case, everyone does savor it. Also, a few gets into
a relationship or start to date. Others keep exploring their perfect partner to
share a bond with. While another segment has come bonded from school.
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Anyway,
if it doesn’t happen in the first year, then possibly on 2nd, 3rd
or maybe 4th; wait, 4th year,
really?! And in case, it doesn’t happen at all, then welcome to this group of
singles who never mingled of which this blog’s owner is a proud member. Proud,
why? You will figure out soon.
So,
the thing is that you get into love in any year of the college. But now, as
soon as the 4th year comes and you blink, magic happens; the year is
at its end. You are about to be a graduate. Finally going to have a degree, may
be a job sooner or later, will get to see new places and what not? So many
possibilities and so much fun.
The
good, bad, whatever 4 years are about to end with tons of memories. A lot of
which you want to preserve along with the people involved in it. You want your
friends (maybe just a handful) to be with you for the life ahead. And you
definitely want your other half to be with you as well. In fact, you both have
already named your first child in a few of the discussions in this while,
right? But all this looks shaky all of a
sudden because an end to a routine is about to come. Your college life is about
to end. You are going to be at home, improving your skin tone. Congrats!
But
this is not what you want. You would happily accept darker shades and a few
pimples at the cost of your beloved ones. Or at least for that one person for
sure. But life won’t give so easily what you desire for. Every hello has a
goodbye to the other side.
So,
in this situation, it is hard to maintain your long lived relationship. After all,
the roads are about to be diverted when your love is at its peak. Your family
plannings are going to end without a court trial. Your darlo, baby, sweeto , etc are going to part ways. And all
this just gets into your nerve.
Amidst
this situation of dilemma, frustration and sadness, what can you do to keep
your relationship going?
Before
you read any further, I would like to tell you that I am only suggesting a few
points. For a detailed case study, you can send a cheque to fix an appointment.
Thank you.
Anyway,
how can you keep your relationship alive? Here are a few points to consider:
1.
Talk. Yes,
talking can cure a lot of things. Solitude will only multiply the frustration.
So, talk to each other about it. Be frank, lucid, pragmatic and considerate. This
will make a way to a solution.
2.
If after
talking you reach to a no conclusion stage, then either stay in a long distance
relationship as long as you both can. Technology can only not make the two of
you touch each other, rest is possible. Utilize it.
3.
If this seems
to be tough then opt for being friends. However, this is difficult and you know
it. So, think before you accept the offer. Awkward situations will sink you
soon. Choose wisely.
4.
With a heavy
heart, break up. Huff… *long silence* This is the only solution after everything
fails. But, even if you do this, do on a good note. That will make the pain
dissolve with time and you will easily accept the reality.
So, these are my free advices. You may also book
me for a personal session at low prices. Summer sale.
In the end, all good things must come to an end; which
ones? That you are to decide. For me, it is this post. See you soon.
Sunday, 17 May 2015
Book Review: The Wedding Trousseau and Other Short Stories
Title: The Wedding Trousseau and Other Short
Stories
Author: Ankita Sharma
Publisher: Humming Words
Publishers
Pages: 135
Cost: 180 INR
About the Author
Ankita Sharma is an
entrepreneur based in Faridabad (Haryana), India. She is passionate about
writing, reading and sketching. Her sketch works have appeared on the cover
page of a few titles. She loves nature and is fond of animals. You can read her
blogs at www.hummingwords.blogspot.in.
From the Author
In her own words, ‘This
book is a small collection of eleven stories carrying various hues of emotions.
While some of these are inspired from real life incidents and people, others
are drawn from the free flights of my fantasy.’
She adds that the
collection can be enjoyed by readers of any age group, which is totally right.
Design
Though the design is
not fancy with bold colors or alluring pictures, but it leaves a mark. The
light pink color and a complimentary image of a building that signifies the
perceptions of people in the society sure look sober and elegant. However, the
title could have been better; may be a little simpler for the non-voracious
readers to attract. But, overall, the design is good and blends well with the
stories inside.
Plot
The book contains 11
stories, none of which are interconnected, but that doesn’t restrict it to make
an impression. Each story represents different shades of life. From the first
story ‘The Pink Card’ to the last one ‘Just Perfect’, you go on a journey full
of emotions, thrill, bliss, excitement and what not? Hardly a few misses the
mark by not reaching to a proper conclusion. But most of the stories leave you
stunned with their originality and endings.
Verdict
With 135 pages, the
book is surely a quick read. The language is simple and lucid. And that makes
the stories easy to understand as a whole and not just the gist of it. The book
will present different perceptions and prejudices prevailing in the society which
will amaze you. So, don’t wait to buy your copy. This debut work of Ankita will
definitely make up for your money and time.
Sunday, 10 May 2015
One of my ‘wild’ fantasies!
Fantasies are like Parle-G;
almost everyone has packets of it, or at least, a packet of it for least to
say. Some of those are small yet significant, while some others are just good
enough to stay in the mind of the person itself because Google doesn’t allow
such content to be made public so easy these days. Whatever be the
case, the point is that everyone dreams of a surreal mix of fact and fantasy.
Something that they want to happen in their life. It may be beyond
the bounds of possibility or might be utterly feasible. But the important
part is that there is ‘something’.
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| Imagination! |
And am I an exception to
it? I don’t think so. I too have some fantasies; good, bad, bold, whatever, I
won’t disclose all of those anyway. However, I will mention one of the offbeat
and my favorite one (Yes! I do keep a list of fantasies). I am eccentric.
People don’t kid about me on this note for sure.
So, here is the start of my
fantasy. ALERT: It is very detailed. Continue reading at your own risk. No
repayment. It's free. ;)
One of my friends has
invited me and my better half to his wedding reception party. He is
the second one from the circle to get tied in knots of a marriage. And this has
made me even happier; after all, I was getting a partner to share the
post-marriage drama with.
So, we reached the venue on
time when the crowd was just fine to handle during a buffet. I was in a navy blue tuxedo suit coupled with a white mandarin-collar shirt having black
buttons and a white stair-cased pocket square. No tie (image below). And,
my wife is wearing a Sabyasachi saree, somewhat like the image below.
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| That's the suit. Almost! |
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| Saree! |
We meet the lovely couple
and pass them a wedding gift. Raymond Weil watch set. Get photos clicked.
Exchange hugs and then come down the stage to meet other friends from the
circle. Everything seemed just right.
But only then a feud gets
started at the entrance. A lady was mistreated by some local goons while she was entering the venue with her 3-year-old child. Her
husband was out-of-town and therefore she had to come all alone.
To solve the matter the two security people at the entrance got in between. But
the badass guys thrashed them to pass the message.
Thereafter those Intimidators entered
the venue with hockey sticks and a pervert smile on the face. They were 8 in
number. Certainly, they didn’t watch movies at all which was evident from
their fashion sense. Almost every other guy wore a black jacket and a black
bandana that had a skull on it, which looked almost the same. May be, they
purchased it from ShopClues.com around a few days, who knows?! Whereas, others
were too lazy to put on a badass look. Thus they were in with an oversized
t-shirt and blue jeans.
Anyway, they soon got into
the job of intimidating people by cracking things up with their hockey sticks.
Some eve-teased the ladies while others looted the money from the
guests. And to do the worst, they blocked the entrance and exit completely to
being in isolation. Superb! They had experience of doing such things.
When a few people tried to
fight back, they were beaten till they dropped that silly idea. And
that created chaos and fright everywhere to a higher level.
A few people called the
police too. But that would have taken time for sure. And looking at the
situation, somebody had to do something immediately.
So, only when I took a step
forward to intervene, my wife grabbed my arms tightly and looked straight into
my eyes as if wanting me to stay in silence. Meanwhile, my friend and her
fiancé came to us. They were baffled, confused and terrified all at the
same time. Only to break the horrific silence, my friend asked me, what we
should do now? To which I turned my head towards him and looked deep into his
fiery eyes, putting a hand on his shoulder for composure and said, ‘I will
handle this. Just take care of them, pointing towards both the ladies.’
Then I started walking
towards two guys, who had hockey sticks and were thrashing the set-up with it,
while unbuttoning my blazer buttons. I tapped on a guy’s shoulder, he turned
and bam. I punched him right on the nose. He dropped his hockey stick and
ran holding his bloody broken nose.
This turned other guys’
attention towards me. They started to come towards me. Meanwhile, I kicked the
second guy, who had a hockey stick too, on his sensitive area and punched his
jaw. He fell down twisting to his left in a jiffy.
One guy tried to knock me
off from behind, but I dodged him only to break his rib bones with my knee by
twisting, lifting and aiming it at the right spot.
Then, the remaining 5 guys
surrounded me. They had tongs, spatula, corkscrew, cheese and butter knife.
Wonderful, they assumed me to be Sanjeev Kapoor and the place to
be the set of MasterchefIndia.
I looked at all of them one
by one in the eye and said, ‘This is your last chance to run; choose wisely’.
They smirked and came
altogether. I grabbed the hockey stick, that the first guy whom I punched,
dropped and swayed it aerially just like the straight drive shot in a
cricket match. That got a guy off the list.
Now, 4 more were left. All
of them came together with their stuffs. I side-kicked one of them and
banged another one with a turning kick.
The kicks intimidated the
other two guys so much that they stopped midway from their attack and looked at
each other with disdain.
And then they tried to flee
the situation only to get caught by the police at the entrance. The police
arrived right on time just like a movie scene.
I dusted my blazer, buttoned it again and went to my wife. She was baffled yet happy after
whatever just happened and couldn’t resist hugging me. I patted her back, like
we do to a child, to soothe her.
Everybody else had a
similar look of happiness and disbelief. After all, they don’t see such things
happening apart from movies. But gradually, peace and tranquility was restored
as the police and other staff took charge of the situation.
I was thanked for
being brave and hugged by my friend to save the night for them.
I then left with my wife
happily, knowing that nobody good got severely hurt.
End of story.
Now you must be either
laughing out loud in disbelief or must have had already left considering the
action packed performance from a chocolaty boy who has been an
epitome of serenity till date. But, what if I tell you that I have even weirder
fantasies on the line?
Later.
