Miss - Stress
Every Wife is a "Mistress" for her Husband."Miss" for one hour & "Stress" for the rest 23 hours!
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My Husband And I Divorced Over Religious Differences.He Thought He Was God, and I Didn't.
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Husband Throwing Darts at His Wife's Photo and Not Even a Single One Hitting the Target...
From Another Room Wife Called The Husband: Honey What Are You Doing...Husband: "MISSING YOU"...
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...
Women are like phones:They like to be held, talked to and touched often. But push the wrong button and you're disconnected......
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Difference Between Complete & Finish..
People say there is no difference between COMPLETE & FINISH. But there is... When you marry the right one, you are COMPLETE.... And when you marry the wrong one, you are FINISHED..... And when the right one catches you with the wrong one, you are ... COMPLETELY FINISHED!
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There are 3 kinds of men in the world:Some remain single & make wonders happen,Some have girlfriends & see wonders happen,The rest get married & wonder what happened!?
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The A B C...After being married for thirty years a wife asked her husband to describe her.He looked at her slowly...then said, "You're A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H.... I, J, K."She asks...... "What does that mean?" He said, "Adorable, Beautiful, Cute, Delightful, Elegant, Fancy, Gorgeous, Honey.She smiled happily and said...."Oh, that's so lovely.....What about I, J, K?"He said, "I'm Just Kidding!"His eye is still swollen....but it will get better.........
One day the man decided to quit...
He quit his job, his relationship, his spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.
He went to the woods to have one last talk with God.
"God", he said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised him...
"Look around", God said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", he replied.
When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light. I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth.
Its brilliant green covered the floor.
Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo.
In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo. God said.
"In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.
In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. "I would not quit." God said.
"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...
But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots.
Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.
I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."
God said to man. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots."
"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." Don't compare yourself to others .." God said.
"The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern ... Yet, they both make the forest beautiful"Your time will come, "God said to him." You will rise high! "
How high should I rise?" he asked.
How high will the bamboo rise?" God asked in return.
"As high as it can?" he questioned.
"Yes." God said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."
The man left the forest and brought this story.
A happy and meaningful life requires our continuous input and creativity.
It does not happen by chance. It happens because of our choices and actions.
And each day we are given new opportunities to choose and act and,
in doing so, we create our own unique journey." Keep going...
Regrets...!
One day, I hopped into a taxi and took off for the airport .
We were driving in the right lane when suddenly, a black car, jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.
My taxi driver slammed the brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches. The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us..
My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. I mean, was really friendly.
So I asked "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and
sent us to the hospital!" This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, The Law of the Garbage Truck.
He explained, "Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage,
full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up
they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you..
NEVER take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on with the routine life.
Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets…
Horror at
Lonavala..real..
This happened about a month ago near Lonavala. A guy was driving from Bombay to Pune and decided not to take the new expressway as he wanted to see the scenery along the old road. The inevitable happened, when he reached the mountains. His car breaks down - he's stranded miles away from nowhere. Having no choice, he started walking along the side of the road, hoping to get a lift to the nearest town.It was dark and rainy. And pretty soon he got wet and started shivering. The night rolled on, and no car passed
by. Suddenly he sees a car coming towards him. It slows down and nearly stops next to him. Without waiting or thinking a bit , the guy opens the door and jumps into the rear of car which starts moving by then.... Seated in the back, he leans forward to thank the person who had saved him. To his horror, he realizes there is nobody behind the wheel!!!........ Even though there's no one in the front seat, and no sound of any engine, the car starts moving slowly. The guy looks at the road ahead and sees a curve coming. Scared almost to death. he starts to pray, begging the Lord for his life.
He hasn't come out of shock, when just before he hits a curve, a hand appears through the window and moves the wheel! The car negotiates the curve safely, and continues on the road to the next bend. The guy, now paralyzed in
terror, watches the same hand appearing every time they approach a curve and later moving the steering wheel just enough to get the car around each bend.
Finally, the guy sees some bright lights ahead. God!..... Gathering all his courage, he silently wrenches open the rear door of the slowly-moving car, scrambles out, and runs as hard as he can towards the lights. It's a small town.
He stumbles into a restuarant, and asks for a drink, and breaks down. Then he starts talking about the horrible experience he's just been through, to the people around.
There is dead silence in the restaurant when he stops talking ......... . .
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..... that's when Santa Singh and Banta Singh walk in.Santa angrily points to the fellow and shouts 'Look Banta, that's the idiot who got into our car, when we were pushing it.'
Who is Rich?
or
Who is poor?
One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the
express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"
"It was great, Dad."
"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.
"Oh yeah," said the son.
"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.
The son answered:
"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."
The boy's father was speechless.
Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."
Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.
Appreciate every single thing you have!
Pass this on to friends and acquaintances and help them refresh their perspective and appreciation.
Once there was a king who received a gift of two magnificent falcons from Arabia. They were peregrine falcons, the most beautiful birds he had ever seen. He gave the precious birds to his head falconer to be trained.
Months passed and one day the head falconer informed the king that though one of the falcons was flying majestically, soaring high in the sky, the other bird had not moved from its branch since the day it had arrived.
The king summoned healers and sorcerers from all the land to tend to the falcon, but no one could make the bird fly. He presented the task to the member of his court, but the next day, the king saw through the palace window that the bird had still not moved from its perch. Having tried everything else, the king thought to himself, "May be I need someone more familiar with the countryside to understand the nature of this problem." So he cried out to his court, "Go and get a farmer."
In the morning, the king was thrilled to see the falcon soaring high above the palace gardens. He said to his court, "Bring me the doer of this miracle."
The court quickly located the farmer, who came and stood before the king. The king asked him, "How did you make the falcon fly?"
With his head bowed, the farmer said to the king, " It was very easy, your highness. I simply cut the branch where the bird was sitting."
We are all made to fly -- to realize our incredible potential as human beings. But instead of doing that, we sit on our branches, clinging to the things that are familiar to us. The possibilities are endless, but for most of us, they remain undiscovered. We conform to the familiar, the comfortable, the mundane. So for the most part, our lives are mediocre instead of exciting, thrilling and fulfilling.
So let us learn to destroy the branch of fear we cling to and free ourselves to the glory of flight.
സന്തോഷകരമായ കുടുംബ ജീവിതത്തിനു, ചില മാര്ഗരേഖകള്...
.സന്തോഷകരമായ കുടുംബ ജീവിതത്തിനു, ചില മാര്ഗരേഖകള്...
1. ഭാര്യയെ 'എടി', 'നീ' എന്നൊക്കെ വിളിക്കുന്നതിനു പകരം 'കുട്ടാ, കുട്ടാ' എന്ന് മാത്രമേ വിളിക്കാവൂ. സംതൃപ്ത ദാമ്പത്യത്തിനു ശ്രീമാന് കാലച്ചന്ദ്ര മേനോന് എഴുതിയ 'ഏപ്രില് പതിനെട്ട്' എന്ന മനശാസ്ത്ര നോവലില് ഇത് പരാമര്ശിക്കുന്നുണ്ട്.
2. രാവിലെ എഴുന്നേറ്റു പല്ലുപോലും തേയ്ക്കാതെ ഇഡലിയും ചമ്മന്തിയും അടിച്ചു കേറ്റുമ്പോള് 'കുട്ടാ എന്നെ വിളിക്കാതിരുന്നതെന്താ, ചട്ടിനിയ്ക്ക് തേങ്ങ ഞാന് തിരുമ്മി തരുമായിരുന്നല്ലോ' എന്ന് പറയുക. നിങ്ങള് യഥാര്ത്ഥത്തില് തേങ്ങ തിരുമ്മേണ്ട യാതൊരു ആവശ്യവുമില്ല. പൊട്ടിയായ ഭാര്യ ഈ കമെന്റു കൊണ്ട് തന്നെ ത്രിപ്തയായിക്കൊള്ളും.
3. പത്രം വായിക്കുമ്പോള്, മുഴുവനും പേജും ഇറുക്കിപ്പിടിചോണ്ടിരിക്കാതെ ആ മെട്രോ മനോരമയുടെ പേജെങ്കിലും ഭാര്യയ്ക്ക് കൊടുക്കുക. രണ്ടു മിനിട്ട് കൊണ്ട് വായന കഴിഞ്ഞു തിരിച്ചു കിട്ടും. ഇല്ലെങ്കില്, 'ഈ വീട്ടില് എനിക്ക് പത്രം പോലും വായിക്കാന് കിട്ടുന്നില്ല' എന്ന് തുടങ്ങുന്ന ഒരു രണ്ടു മണിക്കൂര് വഴക്ക് പ്രതീക്ഷിക്കാം.
4. സത്യസന്ധതയ്ക്ക് ദാമ്പത്യ ജീവിതത്തില് വലിയ പ്രാധാന്യമില്ല. ഭാര്യുണ്ടാക്കിയ കാശ്മീരി ചില്ലി കൊപ്പെന് ചിക്കെന് വായിവെക്കാന് പോലും കൊള്ളില്ലെങ്കിലും ആ കാര്യം മിണ്ടിപ്പോകരുത്. നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് തീരെ കഴിക്കാന് സാധിക്കുന്നില്ലെങ്കില് 'ഇത് ഞാന് പൊതിഞ്ഞു ഓഫിസില് കൊണ്ടുപോകാം, സുഹൃത്തുക്കള്ക്കും നല്കാമല്ലോ' എന്ന് പറയുക. ഓഫിസിലേക്കുള്ള വഴിയില് ഇത് ഭാര്യയറിയാതെ കളയാം. അതല്ല, ഇനി നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് ഇഷ്ടമില്ലാത്ത ആരെങ്കിലും ഉണ്ടെകില് ഇതെന്റെ ഭാര്യയുണ്ടാക്കിയ കാശ്മീരി ചില്ലി കൊപ്പെന് ചിക്കെന് ആണെന്ന് പറഞ്ഞു അവര്ക്ക് കൊടുത്തേക്കുക. ഭാര്യയേയും പ്രീതിപ്പെടുതാം, പ്രതികാരവുമാകാം.
5. ഭാര്യ തടിച്ചു വീപ്പക്കുറ്റി പോലെയാനിരിക്കുന്നതെങ്കിലും, 'കുട്ടാ നീ വല്ലാതെ മെലിഞ്ഞു പോയി' എന്നിടയ്ക്കിടെ പറയുക. താന് കെട്ടിയവനെക്കാളും തടിച്ചുവെന്ന തോന്നലുള്ള ഭാര്യമാര് കൂടുതല് കുടുംബ വഴക്കുകള് ഉണ്ടാക്കുന്നവരാനെന്നു തെളിഞ്ഞിട്ടുണ്ട്.
6. നിങ്ങള് പരീക്ഷയ്ക്ക് പഠിക്കുന്ന കൊണ്സേന്ട്രെഷനില് ഐ പി എല് കാണുമ്പോള് അവള് ഓഫിസിലെ കണകുണ കാര്യങ്ങള് പറയുകയാണെങ്കില് 'നീ ഒന്ന് ചിലയ്ക്കാതിരിക്കാമോ' എന്നാവരുത് നിങ്ങളുടെ പ്രതികരണം. പറയുന്ന കാര്യങ്ങള്ക്ക് നിങ്ങള് മറുപടി പറയണംന്ന് ഭാര്യയ്ക്ക് ഒരു നിര്ബന്ധവുമില്ലെന്നു മനസിലാക്കുക. ഇടയ്ക്കിടയ്ക്ക് മൂളിക്കൊടുതാല് ധാരാളം മതിയാവും. ഇനി അതും നിങ്ങളുടെ ശ്രദ്ധ കളയുമെന്നുന്ടെങ്കില് ഇടവിട്ടുള്ള മൂളലുകള് ഒരു ടേപ്പില് പകര്ത്തി ഭാര്യ സംസാരിക്കാന് തുടങ്ങുമ്പോള് ഓണ് ചെയ്തു വെച്ചേക്കുക. ടേപ്പിന്റെ കാര്യം ഭാര്യ അറിയാന് പാടില്ലെന്ന് പ്രതേയ്കം പറയേണ്ടല്ലോ.
7. ഒരുമിച്ചിരുന്നു ടി വി കാണുമ്പോള്, വല്ലപ്പോഴും ആ ടി വി റിമോട്ട് പിടിക്കാന് ഭാര്യയെ അനുവദിക്കുക. സ്ത്രീ പുരുഷ സമത്വത്തിന്റെ പ്രതീകമായിട്ടാണ് മിക്ക ഭാര്യമാരും ടി വി റിമോട്ടിനെ കാണുന്നത്. അത് കൊണ്ട് ഇത് വളരെ പ്രാധാന്യമര്ഹിക്കുന്നു. പിടിക്കാന് മാത്രം അനുവദിച്ചാല് മതി. ചാനെല് മാറ്റുന്നത് നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് തന്നെയാവാം.
8. വല്ലപ്പോഴും ഭാര്യയോടൊപ്പം ഒരു സില്ലി റൊമാന്റിക് സിനിമാ കാണുക. ഇത് നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് വളരെ പ്രയാസമുള്ള കാര്യമാണെങ്കിലും കുടുംബ ഭദ്രതയ്ക്ക് ഇതാവശ്യമാണ്. വല്ലാതെ ബോറടിക്കുന്നുടെങ്കില് ചെറുതായി മയങ്ങാവുന്നതാണ്. ഇടവേളയ്ക്കു പോപ് കോണ്, പഫ്സ്, തുടങ്ങിയവ വാങ്ങുന്നതും ഭാര്യയുടെ മനസ്സില് നിങ്ങളുടെ ഇമേജു വര്ദ്ധിപ്പിക്കും.
9. ഭാര്യയുടെ സുഹൃത്തുക്കള് വീട്ടില് വരുമ്പോള്, കുശുംബികള് 'എന്റെ ഭര്ത്താവോ നിന്റെ ഭര്ത്താവോ മെച്ചം' എന്ന് അളക്കാന് വരുന്നതാണെന്ന് മനസിലാക്കി ബുദ്ധിപൂര്വ്വം പ്രവര്ത്തിക്കുക. 'കുട്ടനില്ലെങ്കില് എന്റെ ജീവിത കൊഞ്ഞാട്ടയായിപ്പോയേനെ' എന്ന ലൈനില് കത്തി വയ്ക്കുക. കൂട്ടത്തില് സുന്ദരികള് ഉണ്ടെങ്കില് അവരെ അവഗണിച്ചു വിരൂപകളോട് മാത്രം സംസാരിക്കുക. ഓര്ക്കുക, നൈമിഷിക സുഖമല്ല ജീവിതകാലം മൊത്തമുള്ള സമാധാനമാണ് നിങ്ങളുടെ ലക്ഷ്യം.
10. ഇടയ്ക്കിടയ്ക്ക്, 'കുട്ടാ സഹായിക്കണോ, കുട്ടാ സഹായിക്കണോ' എന്ന് അങ്ങോട്ട് ചോദിച്ചെക്കുക . നിങ്ങളുടെ സ്നേഹത്തില് പുളകം കൊണ്ട് ഭാര്യ എല്ലാ പണികളും പൂര്വാധികം ഉത്സാഹത്തോടെ തന്നെ ചെയ്തോളും. ഓര്ക്കുക, സ്ത്രീകളുടെ സൈകോളജി പ്രകാരം പ്രവര്ത്തിയല്ല, വാചകമാണ് കുടുംബ ഭദ്രതയ്ക്ക് ആവശ്യം.
11. അന്തിമമായി, ഭാര്യയ്ക്ക് നിങ്ങളെ ഉപദേശിക്കാനും നല്ലവഴിക്കു നടത്താനുമുള്ള അവകാശമുണ്ടെങ്കിലും നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് തിരിച്ചു ആ അവകാശമില്ല എന്ന് മനസിലാക്കുക. വിവരക്കേടുകൊണ്ടു പോലും 'കുട്ടാ നീ ചെയ്തത് തെറ്റായിപ്പോയി' എന്ന് പറയാതിരിക്കുക. കാരണം, സ്ത്രീകളുടെ സൈകോളജി പ്രകാരം അവര് ഒരിക്കലും തെറ്റ് ചെയ്യില്ല.
THE SAD END OF A WARRIOR ,
Saddam Hussein
Unsurpassed by name and fame , health and wealth ,
Most powerful and dominant on his own will and wish,
Walking on royal robes , more than that of a King ,
Died , His Highness , with no honor to him ,or to the state ,
Nor to his Dear and Near , But to his enemies , who
Captured tormented and hanged him to death……
“Oh !... The Man of Destiny ! “, loud cries
Shouts and screams from all quarters ;
The uproar was heard over the soil – hills
And reverberated it all over the world ! !
The whole state was on his orders once ,
And he ruled over his kingdom , with no fears ,
Defending series of war after war ,
Fighting and winning one by one ,
Defeating the envious looks and talks ,
Around the world against him .
He never felt fatigue , nor exhausted of his mission
To save his country and country men , from attacks ,
That Thundered and Bombarded from far off nations;
And even from his own corridors …!
No money could buy him , nor there was any power over him to yield on
As he lived with no question from money nor power…..
His palace was beautiful , rich to live and comely to see ,
Guarded by soldiers with proper Nuts and Bolts .
Even the water and air , formless and colorless , as they are,
Were conditioned on His Majesty’s Orders
No rat could make a hole , nor an elephant could move
He loved and been loved by the nation ,so deep ,
Known as Lord SADDAM , The God of IRAQ ,
The land of Soil and Oil sleeks….
The soil , no doubt , is beautiful , playing by making
Terrace after Terrace , the ups and downs , by the force of the wind ,
That blows North to South and West to East .
Rowing , and Beating one by one , by its own Vim-s and Fancy ,
Deserting the Desert , just as children , playing in the river- banks.
The soil , seemed to be small lumps ,
May break the eyes , if not closed against the winds
That may blow up and down and left and right…….
And the Oil , with a very flexi strategy of its own ,
Moving and spreading , flat and shady , mirroring by itself ,
Going down to the earth , mixing and mingling
With anything and every thing ,
but not with water that is every where ;
Oil is Love , the lubricant , even to the rough and tough
Soft and soothing to smoothen the Hard Cores ,
Even to copulate with rust and dust and the metals what so ever !
Oil and Soil , nurtured by none , sowed nor watered ,
Or even cultured by no man’s Vision or Mission .
That exists and survives by itself with nature’s Bliss !
And we . the fools, bargaining the prize of Oil and Soil
That was here ,and that will be here for ever
Before the birth and after the death of a man,
The silly being , with or without the Golden Crown !
No rule is there nor any violation of rules
To catch a King by a foreign rule ,
The Democratic way of Self-Regime ,
At least to show selflessness , hiding the self .
“Invade a Nation and kill the King by another King”,
Is in the Stories of Past , but not at present .
The plan was ready with its blue print ,that never failed,
To draw his figure as Saddam , Saddam Husain ,
Getting his head down ,down to the soil , as they wish
And ticked as Number One, to be caught and killed,
To be wiped out from his own soil and oil
The sound of Missiles become closer to his ears
His Might , Power and Money , he found so silent..
Saddam , the King , the mighty power of the Nation,
Left the palace , with no kith and kin
Nor any dear and near to follow ,
Saddam , the powerful king , hide himself in a small hole ,
Like a rat , for fear of life , even over the soft footstep of a Cat
With no food , no soldiers , nor even water to drink , in his own land ;
But no hole nor mountain , no terraced soil hills ,
No reason , or treason ,nor any excuse could veil a man ,
As the sword , unseen , may go to any hand ,
To act as a tool , to mark his Track , when and where it should end…..
Saddam was caught , and Barred , for no reason to IRAQ
As he ruled and saved his country, says a soldier of the soil ;
But for others ,who foresee the fall of the universe , due to him ,
“ He crossed the roads, caring not the barricades “ , they say ,
“And the traffic post , with no police , would blast , if he drives !”
Saddam was taken off board , and presented before the court of “Justice” ,
The Justice of the Catcher , but not that of the Caught
As it happens always like that ,until and unless, destined otherwise !
It is the sword , unseen , that hangs over everyone’s head ,
Silent , and smiling on the rule of the road ,
That makes “ left” to “ right “ and “right” to “ left”
As one comes and goes on either side , his right is right and left is left
With no stable poles to decide , turning neither side….
Yes , the more we move towards the left , becomes right
And the more we move towards the right , becomes left ,
Encircling ourselves in the “Global Round “ !
We make tools even to mould another tool ,
Not knowing to make one that moulds ourselves
Not knowing the rules ,that blends the cause and effect
To rule out even the rules to make one
Run after running and win after winning ,
and falling un to the sun-set …
Lights on ! and lights off !! , is of no duty of the Bulb ,
But the Power and Switch ,or the source of power,
May decide together or alone
To Illumine or Not with no question of bets and bargains..
Yes , it is the dark night that you need to bother nothing
Nor any one seemed to see you , as you were in the lime-light
“Let us sleep , thinking no war , but sleep in peace…..”
As he sleeps with no star on his shoulders nor a cap on his head ,
Saddam sleeps waking Husain and Husain sleeps alerting Saddam ,
With no sound of sword or bombs nor with a title on his chest !
“The leader of a Nation” , The Supreme of Iraq ,
Smiles and sleeps , still sleeps… sleeps in peace…..
THE RAIN
The two clouds that loves and been loved
Hugged, embraced , and kissed with their lips ,
Covered underneath the breath,
shading face by face each other ,
shedding the tears of joy , one to the other
shoot out from the forehead of the love
Trickling down the navel cavity of the ethnic body
That makes the earth , breath so fast and faster
the bliss ,of blossoms of the dawn
The heart was getting filled , drop by drop ,
And the mind was fluttering ,
Petal to petal with soft murmurs,
“who would say first and who would sign
The Western cloud embraced that of the East
And touching the ‘ feel of Love’
It plowed , on and on , rained and rained ,
Just to save me from the Cardiac Arrest ,
not knowing ,The Lust or Love ,
that saves me from the Final Break…. !
SEX AND SEXY
“Am not Sexy”, she murmured with a sexy look;
With her jackets , so opened , half of the way,
Exposing her bosoms outward by itself, with in the ups and downs
Peeping into the world so moving to arrest everyone’s eyes ,
As if , a girl in love gazing her beloved
Peeping through the curtain- hole, sitting behind the door;
My eyes , the two robbers , loitering here and there
In search of sex and sexy girls ,
Found some one ,seemed to be a prostitute , for the time being
A smile on the road- side , among the passers – by
She made me heated inside , not knowing
The thought what is with in her mind.
Sex , the Male and Female identity
That adorns a male to female and a female to male,
searching always on the other, for what is not revealed.
Sex that exists at every cell or not in any cell, sometimes,
The fantasy of love and the imagination of lust
Creeps up and down on every branch,
Clinging together with its springs
With no sense or sensation to the host or gust ,sometimes,
And that provokes ,thrills and stimulates ,sometimes
Always with in the breath all over the sense,
That feels at every inch of the body,
Or no where at all , on the likes and dislikes that may vary,
From person to person and place to place.
MAN , THE ANIMAL
Man the animal , the Social Animal , some one says ,
Utters , barks and weeps , walks and sleeps as animals do
Eats and drinks , mates and breeds as animals do…
He speaks lies after lies that an animal never speaks
And he smiles even out of time and space that an animal
God never told me to turn my face against the beggars
Nor to throw away my looks to far off things,
Just to neglect the hands stretched towards my sympathy.
God never told me to arrange feasts and celebrate festivals at home to
Entertain the friends and colleagues.
God never told me to go to every temples and prayer halls
To offer prayers and oblations on my on interests and gains
God never told me to spend money this way or that way,
Nor to bargain with venders at our door step
While paying big bills lavishly and blindly at shopping malls of mult
A VERY GOOD MAN
Cheers !! , they screamed with cheers again and again
And the glasses hugged and kissed each other
With golden hot wine inside ,foaming and bubbling by itself
Showing the body-language of the dim-light ,
That we imagined with in ourselves,
With a ding dong song of the glasses that mate each other.
Gulping and gulping with foolish utterances and laughter’s.
Bow-bowed ear to ear the stories of the past ,
In dominating on the shoulders of others,
With a cheaper heroic deed of the day, to be laughed at
As it starts developing the time-bound fantasies ,
With tongue slips of the hot drink, that started belting the brain
Why our wives are angry on such a nice drink,
And why don’t they accept this as our art of living,
Getting peace and joy at least here around this table
After a day-long struggle and troubles to cop-up ,
Both ends ,the office and home for other’s peace.
‘Drinking once in a while with a handful of friends in the evening moon
Can’t be some thing wrong as the drunkards do always ;
The social Drinkers are not Drunkards ’my friends uttered
Defending ourselves on every drink,
That lighted my sense to get drunk and memorize the points ,
To present my self to wife against her arguments on drinks,
as if, I am compelled to drink ,as we usually act, one another
Maintaining the high end social status ,we blindly believe
And rubbed my lips with a grey smile. to get up from my seat.
The bright eyes and cheeks faded and dimmed in the dim light ,
Crippled the eyes , legs , and words biding goooood …nigh…t
Paying the bills I laughed out and walked towards the darkness
Sig sagged my feet ,left to right and right to left,
Pushing open the eye-lids that could no where to anchor firm and safe
‘He is gooood ! , ver..ry ver..ry gooood !!
Very good Boss ’, I heard their voice from the wine-shop
Shouting the very meaning less word again and again
They laughed and laughed with no light and air in the drinking suit
Faded away that voice , far away with no clarity
‘Gooood ! Goooodnite … ‘shouting to none I paved on to the main road;
A slight flash of light faded in and faded out
as the vehicles move on the road
coloring the Darkness thicker and thicker
Pushed my legs up and down, carefully keeping the way to my girl friend
Creped crippled and reached her house ,somehow,
And saw her waiting on the doorstep, covered by the black night
Embracing me kissed and pushed inside to the candle light,
The half naked doll, she seems to be to my drunken eyes..
Darling ,you drank too much today ? that too for me , I know,
As I love you to get drunk, half conscious and half unconscious,
Hai beautiful the reddish eyes and flushed out face ,
she hissed in my ears with a soft kiss on my cheek
And creped on me inch by inch as a millipede gets on and on
Pulling down me to her bed with the force of love ,
switching off the candle light of the room and my sense as well .
The ray of light began to crawl ,she knows the timing , 4 of clock ,for me to leave
‘ Oh Nice Sleep, you had ? she buckled my pants and shirts to its normal sites
No water , not even wet, the pebbles and lumps of soil weeps,
No humidity even on the hot air that is still and silent ,
No ups and downs , nor the giggling sounds of the silver spray,
A small line of muddy water here and there ,
The narrow line of life of a river that was here in the past , so rich,
That caught the eyes of the passers- by
to be with their beloveds on the bank
All of a sudden the rain sprinkled its mercyful holly water
To the earthly beings , the shoot-up arrows and buds of the flowery world
The river was full ,filled with silver drops of the far off dreams,
That the clouds poured on to the earth from the heavenly bliss
The children came with screams and shouts in playful mood,
Hand in hand with their parents on their holyday trips.
AN E – Mail TO MY WIFE FROM PARADISE
No doubt, am in paradise ,my dear, although, you used to say ,
“Go to Hell” on your angry mood over my girl friends there .
Up-on God ! up – on god , I repeated many times to convince you
My friends , they are, and you trust them not , but God,
And that was why , am here in heaven ,
Instead of hell as you uttered,
A million thousand times , my lips sounded “up – on God and up – on God…..”
And God thankfully sent me here for memorizing the same here also.
Remember your last kiss ,you made on my corpse,
The first kiss, I ever received ,so open, but not with any demand,
That was not hot, but wet and cold with no feelings,
As we met first in the college corridor , with no vibrator on our love-tones,
And am , hopeful again to start loving you for the second term
My soul, the micro- unit of my past existence in your world,
Shows every thing concerned of you in your space ,
as if , browsing your site ,with the same old ID in my micro chip,
Gifted by God with his usual smile and an earthly shake-hand.
A little girl asked her Mom, "How did the human race appear?"
The mother answered, "God made Adam and Eve and they had children,
and so was all mankind made..."
Two days later, the girl asked her father the same question.
The father answered,
"Many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race evolved."
The confused girl returned to her mother and said, "Mom, how is it possible that you told me the human race was created by God, and Dad said they developed from monkeys?"
The mother answered, "Well, Dear, it's very simple. I told you about my side of the family, and your father told you about his."
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Sardar : I hav'nt slept all nite in the train.Every Wife is a "Mistress" for her Husband."Miss" for one hour & "Stress" for the rest 23 hours!
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My Husband And I Divorced Over Religious Differences.He Thought He Was God, and I Didn't.
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Husband Throwing Darts at His Wife's Photo and Not Even a Single One Hitting the Target...
From Another Room Wife Called The Husband: Honey What Are You Doing...Husband: "MISSING YOU"...
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...
Women are like phones:They like to be held, talked to and touched often. But push the wrong button and you're disconnected......
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Difference Between Complete & Finish..
People say there is no difference between COMPLETE & FINISH. But there is... When you marry the right one, you are COMPLETE.... And when you marry the wrong one, you are FINISHED..... And when the right one catches you with the wrong one, you are ... COMPLETELY FINISHED!
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There are 3 kinds of men in the world:Some remain single & make wonders happen,Some have girlfriends & see wonders happen,The rest get married & wonder what happened!?
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The A B C...After being married for thirty years a wife asked her husband to describe her.He looked at her slowly...then said, "You're A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H.... I, J, K."She asks...... "What does that mean?" He said, "Adorable, Beautiful, Cute, Delightful, Elegant, Fancy, Gorgeous, Honey.She smiled happily and said...."Oh, that's so lovely.....What about I, J, K?"He said, "I'm Just Kidding!"His eye is still swollen....but it will get better.........
One day the man decided to quit...
He quit his job, his relationship, his spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.
He went to the woods to have one last talk with God.
"God", he said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised him...
"Look around", God said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", he replied.
When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light. I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth.
Its brilliant green covered the floor.
Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo.
In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo. God said.
"In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.
In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. "I would not quit." God said.
"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...
But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots.
Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.
I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."
God said to man. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots."
"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." Don't compare yourself to others .." God said.
"The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern ... Yet, they both make the forest beautiful"Your time will come, "God said to him." You will rise high! "
How high should I rise?" he asked.
How high will the bamboo rise?" God asked in return.
"As high as it can?" he questioned.
"Yes." God said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."
The man left the forest and brought this story.
A happy and meaningful life requires our continuous input and creativity.
It does not happen by chance. It happens because of our choices and actions.
And each day we are given new opportunities to choose and act and,
in doing so, we create our own unique journey." Keep going...
Regrets...!
One day, I hopped into a taxi and took off for the airport .
We were driving in the right lane when suddenly, a black car, jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.
My taxi driver slammed the brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches. The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us..
My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. I mean, was really friendly.
So I asked "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and
sent us to the hospital!" This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, The Law of the Garbage Truck.
He explained, "Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage,
full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up
they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you..
NEVER take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on with the routine life.
Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets…
Horror at
Lonavala..real..
This happened about a month ago near Lonavala. A guy was driving from Bombay to Pune and decided not to take the new expressway as he wanted to see the scenery along the old road. The inevitable happened, when he reached the mountains. His car breaks down - he's stranded miles away from nowhere. Having no choice, he started walking along the side of the road, hoping to get a lift to the nearest town.It was dark and rainy. And pretty soon he got wet and started shivering. The night rolled on, and no car passed
by. Suddenly he sees a car coming towards him. It slows down and nearly stops next to him. Without waiting or thinking a bit , the guy opens the door and jumps into the rear of car which starts moving by then.... Seated in the back, he leans forward to thank the person who had saved him. To his horror, he realizes there is nobody behind the wheel!!!........ Even though there's no one in the front seat, and no sound of any engine, the car starts moving slowly. The guy looks at the road ahead and sees a curve coming. Scared almost to death. he starts to pray, begging the Lord for his life.
He hasn't come out of shock, when just before he hits a curve, a hand appears through the window and moves the wheel! The car negotiates the curve safely, and continues on the road to the next bend. The guy, now paralyzed in
terror, watches the same hand appearing every time they approach a curve and later moving the steering wheel just enough to get the car around each bend.
Finally, the guy sees some bright lights ahead. God!..... Gathering all his courage, he silently wrenches open the rear door of the slowly-moving car, scrambles out, and runs as hard as he can towards the lights. It's a small town.
He stumbles into a restuarant, and asks for a drink, and breaks down. Then he starts talking about the horrible experience he's just been through, to the people around.
There is dead silence in the restaurant when he stops talking ......... . .
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..... that's when Santa Singh and Banta Singh walk in.Santa angrily points to the fellow and shouts 'Look Banta, that's the idiot who got into our car, when we were pushing it.'
Who is Rich?
or
Who is poor?
One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the
express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"
"It was great, Dad."
"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.
"Oh yeah," said the son.
"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.
The son answered:
"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."
The boy's father was speechless.
Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."
Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.
Appreciate every single thing you have!
Pass this on to friends and acquaintances and help them refresh their perspective and appreciation.
Once there was a king who received a gift of two magnificent falcons from Arabia. They were peregrine falcons, the most beautiful birds he had ever seen. He gave the precious birds to his head falconer to be trained.
Months passed and one day the head falconer informed the king that though one of the falcons was flying majestically, soaring high in the sky, the other bird had not moved from its branch since the day it had arrived.
The king summoned healers and sorcerers from all the land to tend to the falcon, but no one could make the bird fly. He presented the task to the member of his court, but the next day, the king saw through the palace window that the bird had still not moved from its perch. Having tried everything else, the king thought to himself, "May be I need someone more familiar with the countryside to understand the nature of this problem." So he cried out to his court, "Go and get a farmer."
In the morning, the king was thrilled to see the falcon soaring high above the palace gardens. He said to his court, "Bring me the doer of this miracle."
The court quickly located the farmer, who came and stood before the king. The king asked him, "How did you make the falcon fly?"
With his head bowed, the farmer said to the king, " It was very easy, your highness. I simply cut the branch where the bird was sitting."
We are all made to fly -- to realize our incredible potential as human beings. But instead of doing that, we sit on our branches, clinging to the things that are familiar to us. The possibilities are endless, but for most of us, they remain undiscovered. We conform to the familiar, the comfortable, the mundane. So for the most part, our lives are mediocre instead of exciting, thrilling and fulfilling.
So let us learn to destroy the branch of fear we cling to and free ourselves to the glory of flight.
സന്തോഷകരമായ കുടുംബ ജീവിതത്തിനു, ചില മാര്ഗരേഖകള്...
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1. ഭാര്യയെ 'എടി', 'നീ' എന്നൊക്കെ വിളിക്കുന്നതിനു പകരം 'കുട്ടാ, കുട്ടാ' എന്ന് മാത്രമേ വിളിക്കാവൂ. സംതൃപ്ത ദാമ്പത്യത്തിനു ശ്രീമാന് കാലച്ചന്ദ്ര മേനോന് എഴുതിയ 'ഏപ്രില് പതിനെട്ട്' എന്ന മനശാസ്ത്ര നോവലില് ഇത് പരാമര്ശിക്കുന്നുണ്ട്.
2. രാവിലെ എഴുന്നേറ്റു പല്ലുപോലും തേയ്ക്കാതെ ഇഡലിയും ചമ്മന്തിയും അടിച്ചു കേറ്റുമ്പോള് 'കുട്ടാ എന്നെ വിളിക്കാതിരുന്നതെന്താ, ചട്ടിനിയ്ക്ക് തേങ്ങ ഞാന് തിരുമ്മി തരുമായിരുന്നല്ലോ' എന്ന് പറയുക. നിങ്ങള് യഥാര്ത്ഥത്തില് തേങ്ങ തിരുമ്മേണ്ട യാതൊരു ആവശ്യവുമില്ല. പൊട്ടിയായ ഭാര്യ ഈ കമെന്റു കൊണ്ട് തന്നെ ത്രിപ്തയായിക്കൊള്ളും.
3. പത്രം വായിക്കുമ്പോള്, മുഴുവനും പേജും ഇറുക്കിപ്പിടിചോണ്ടിരിക്കാതെ ആ മെട്രോ മനോരമയുടെ പേജെങ്കിലും ഭാര്യയ്ക്ക് കൊടുക്കുക. രണ്ടു മിനിട്ട് കൊണ്ട് വായന കഴിഞ്ഞു തിരിച്ചു കിട്ടും. ഇല്ലെങ്കില്, 'ഈ വീട്ടില് എനിക്ക് പത്രം പോലും വായിക്കാന് കിട്ടുന്നില്ല' എന്ന് തുടങ്ങുന്ന ഒരു രണ്ടു മണിക്കൂര് വഴക്ക് പ്രതീക്ഷിക്കാം.
4. സത്യസന്ധതയ്ക്ക് ദാമ്പത്യ ജീവിതത്തില് വലിയ പ്രാധാന്യമില്ല. ഭാര്യുണ്ടാക്കിയ കാശ്മീരി ചില്ലി കൊപ്പെന് ചിക്കെന് വായിവെക്കാന് പോലും കൊള്ളില്ലെങ്കിലും ആ കാര്യം മിണ്ടിപ്പോകരുത്. നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് തീരെ കഴിക്കാന് സാധിക്കുന്നില്ലെങ്കില് 'ഇത് ഞാന് പൊതിഞ്ഞു ഓഫിസില് കൊണ്ടുപോകാം, സുഹൃത്തുക്കള്ക്കും നല്കാമല്ലോ' എന്ന് പറയുക. ഓഫിസിലേക്കുള്ള വഴിയില് ഇത് ഭാര്യയറിയാതെ കളയാം. അതല്ല, ഇനി നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് ഇഷ്ടമില്ലാത്ത ആരെങ്കിലും ഉണ്ടെകില് ഇതെന്റെ ഭാര്യയുണ്ടാക്കിയ കാശ്മീരി ചില്ലി കൊപ്പെന് ചിക്കെന് ആണെന്ന് പറഞ്ഞു അവര്ക്ക് കൊടുത്തേക്കുക. ഭാര്യയേയും പ്രീതിപ്പെടുതാം, പ്രതികാരവുമാകാം.
5. ഭാര്യ തടിച്ചു വീപ്പക്കുറ്റി പോലെയാനിരിക്കുന്നതെങ്കിലും, 'കുട്ടാ നീ വല്ലാതെ മെലിഞ്ഞു പോയി' എന്നിടയ്ക്കിടെ പറയുക. താന് കെട്ടിയവനെക്കാളും തടിച്ചുവെന്ന തോന്നലുള്ള ഭാര്യമാര് കൂടുതല് കുടുംബ വഴക്കുകള് ഉണ്ടാക്കുന്നവരാനെന്നു തെളിഞ്ഞിട്ടുണ്ട്.
6. നിങ്ങള് പരീക്ഷയ്ക്ക് പഠിക്കുന്ന കൊണ്സേന്ട്രെഷനില് ഐ പി എല് കാണുമ്പോള് അവള് ഓഫിസിലെ കണകുണ കാര്യങ്ങള് പറയുകയാണെങ്കില് 'നീ ഒന്ന് ചിലയ്ക്കാതിരിക്കാമോ' എന്നാവരുത് നിങ്ങളുടെ പ്രതികരണം. പറയുന്ന കാര്യങ്ങള്ക്ക് നിങ്ങള് മറുപടി പറയണംന്ന് ഭാര്യയ്ക്ക് ഒരു നിര്ബന്ധവുമില്ലെന്നു മനസിലാക്കുക. ഇടയ്ക്കിടയ്ക്ക് മൂളിക്കൊടുതാല് ധാരാളം മതിയാവും. ഇനി അതും നിങ്ങളുടെ ശ്രദ്ധ കളയുമെന്നുന്ടെങ്കില് ഇടവിട്ടുള്ള മൂളലുകള് ഒരു ടേപ്പില് പകര്ത്തി ഭാര്യ സംസാരിക്കാന് തുടങ്ങുമ്പോള് ഓണ് ചെയ്തു വെച്ചേക്കുക. ടേപ്പിന്റെ കാര്യം ഭാര്യ അറിയാന് പാടില്ലെന്ന് പ്രതേയ്കം പറയേണ്ടല്ലോ.
7. ഒരുമിച്ചിരുന്നു ടി വി കാണുമ്പോള്, വല്ലപ്പോഴും ആ ടി വി റിമോട്ട് പിടിക്കാന് ഭാര്യയെ അനുവദിക്കുക. സ്ത്രീ പുരുഷ സമത്വത്തിന്റെ പ്രതീകമായിട്ടാണ് മിക്ക ഭാര്യമാരും ടി വി റിമോട്ടിനെ കാണുന്നത്. അത് കൊണ്ട് ഇത് വളരെ പ്രാധാന്യമര്ഹിക്കുന്നു. പിടിക്കാന് മാത്രം അനുവദിച്ചാല് മതി. ചാനെല് മാറ്റുന്നത് നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് തന്നെയാവാം.
8. വല്ലപ്പോഴും ഭാര്യയോടൊപ്പം ഒരു സില്ലി റൊമാന്റിക് സിനിമാ കാണുക. ഇത് നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് വളരെ പ്രയാസമുള്ള കാര്യമാണെങ്കിലും കുടുംബ ഭദ്രതയ്ക്ക് ഇതാവശ്യമാണ്. വല്ലാതെ ബോറടിക്കുന്നുടെങ്കില് ചെറുതായി മയങ്ങാവുന്നതാണ്. ഇടവേളയ്ക്കു പോപ് കോണ്, പഫ്സ്, തുടങ്ങിയവ വാങ്ങുന്നതും ഭാര്യയുടെ മനസ്സില് നിങ്ങളുടെ ഇമേജു വര്ദ്ധിപ്പിക്കും.
9. ഭാര്യയുടെ സുഹൃത്തുക്കള് വീട്ടില് വരുമ്പോള്, കുശുംബികള് 'എന്റെ ഭര്ത്താവോ നിന്റെ ഭര്ത്താവോ മെച്ചം' എന്ന് അളക്കാന് വരുന്നതാണെന്ന് മനസിലാക്കി ബുദ്ധിപൂര്വ്വം പ്രവര്ത്തിക്കുക. 'കുട്ടനില്ലെങ്കില് എന്റെ ജീവിത കൊഞ്ഞാട്ടയായിപ്പോയേനെ' എന്ന ലൈനില് കത്തി വയ്ക്കുക. കൂട്ടത്തില് സുന്ദരികള് ഉണ്ടെങ്കില് അവരെ അവഗണിച്ചു വിരൂപകളോട് മാത്രം സംസാരിക്കുക. ഓര്ക്കുക, നൈമിഷിക സുഖമല്ല ജീവിതകാലം മൊത്തമുള്ള സമാധാനമാണ് നിങ്ങളുടെ ലക്ഷ്യം.
10. ഇടയ്ക്കിടയ്ക്ക്, 'കുട്ടാ സഹായിക്കണോ, കുട്ടാ സഹായിക്കണോ' എന്ന് അങ്ങോട്ട് ചോദിച്ചെക്കുക . നിങ്ങളുടെ സ്നേഹത്തില് പുളകം കൊണ്ട് ഭാര്യ എല്ലാ പണികളും പൂര്വാധികം ഉത്സാഹത്തോടെ തന്നെ ചെയ്തോളും. ഓര്ക്കുക, സ്ത്രീകളുടെ സൈകോളജി പ്രകാരം പ്രവര്ത്തിയല്ല, വാചകമാണ് കുടുംബ ഭദ്രതയ്ക്ക് ആവശ്യം.
11. അന്തിമമായി, ഭാര്യയ്ക്ക് നിങ്ങളെ ഉപദേശിക്കാനും നല്ലവഴിക്കു നടത്താനുമുള്ള അവകാശമുണ്ടെങ്കിലും നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് തിരിച്ചു ആ അവകാശമില്ല എന്ന് മനസിലാക്കുക. വിവരക്കേടുകൊണ്ടു പോലും 'കുട്ടാ നീ ചെയ്തത് തെറ്റായിപ്പോയി' എന്ന് പറയാതിരിക്കുക. കാരണം, സ്ത്രീകളുടെ സൈകോളജി പ്രകാരം അവര് ഒരിക്കലും തെറ്റ് ചെയ്യില്ല.
THE SAD END OF A WARRIOR ,
Saddam Hussein
Unsurpassed by name and fame , health and wealth ,
Most powerful and dominant on his own will and wish,
Walking on royal robes , more than that of a King ,
Died , His Highness , with no honor to him ,or to the state ,
Nor to his Dear and Near , But to his enemies , who
Captured tormented and hanged him to death……
“Oh !... The Man of Destiny ! “, loud cries
Shouts and screams from all quarters ;
The uproar was heard over the soil – hills
And reverberated it all over the world ! !
The whole state was on his orders once ,
And he ruled over his kingdom , with no fears ,
Defending series of war after war ,
Fighting and winning one by one ,
Defeating the envious looks and talks ,
Around the world against him .
He never felt fatigue , nor exhausted of his mission
To save his country and country men , from attacks ,
That Thundered and Bombarded from far off nations;
And even from his own corridors …!
No money could buy him , nor there was any power over him to yield on
As he lived with no question from money nor power…..
His palace was beautiful , rich to live and comely to see ,
Guarded by soldiers with proper Nuts and Bolts .
Even the water and air , formless and colorless , as they are,
Were conditioned on His Majesty’s Orders
No rat could make a hole , nor an elephant could move
He loved and been loved by the nation ,so deep ,
Known as Lord SADDAM , The God of IRAQ ,
The land of Soil and Oil sleeks….
The soil , no doubt , is beautiful , playing by making
Terrace after Terrace , the ups and downs , by the force of the wind ,
That blows North to South and West to East .
Rowing , and Beating one by one , by its own Vim-s and Fancy ,
Deserting the Desert , just as children , playing in the river- banks.
The soil , seemed to be small lumps ,
May break the eyes , if not closed against the winds
That may blow up and down and left and right…….
And the Oil , with a very flexi strategy of its own ,
Moving and spreading , flat and shady , mirroring by itself ,
Going down to the earth , mixing and mingling
With anything and every thing ,
but not with water that is every where ;
Oil is Love , the lubricant , even to the rough and tough
Soft and soothing to smoothen the Hard Cores ,
Even to copulate with rust and dust and the metals what so ever !
Oil and Soil , nurtured by none , sowed nor watered ,
Or even cultured by no man’s Vision or Mission .
That exists and survives by itself with nature’s Bliss !
And we . the fools, bargaining the prize of Oil and Soil
That was here ,and that will be here for ever
Before the birth and after the death of a man,
The silly being , with or without the Golden Crown !
No rule is there nor any violation of rules
To catch a King by a foreign rule ,
The Democratic way of Self-Regime ,
At least to show selflessness , hiding the self .
“Invade a Nation and kill the King by another King”,
Is in the Stories of Past , but not at present .
The plan was ready with its blue print ,that never failed,
To draw his figure as Saddam , Saddam Husain ,
Getting his head down ,down to the soil , as they wish
And ticked as Number One, to be caught and killed,
To be wiped out from his own soil and oil
The sound of Missiles become closer to his ears
His Might , Power and Money , he found so silent..
Saddam , the King , the mighty power of the Nation,
Left the palace , with no kith and kin
Nor any dear and near to follow ,
Saddam , the powerful king , hide himself in a small hole ,
Like a rat , for fear of life , even over the soft footstep of a Cat
With no food , no soldiers , nor even water to drink , in his own land ;
But no hole nor mountain , no terraced soil hills ,
No reason , or treason ,nor any excuse could veil a man ,
As the sword , unseen , may go to any hand ,
To act as a tool , to mark his Track , when and where it should end…..
Saddam was caught , and Barred , for no reason to IRAQ
As he ruled and saved his country, says a soldier of the soil ;
But for others ,who foresee the fall of the universe , due to him ,
“ He crossed the roads, caring not the barricades “ , they say ,
“And the traffic post , with no police , would blast , if he drives !”
Saddam was taken off board , and presented before the court of “Justice” ,
The Justice of the Catcher , but not that of the Caught
As it happens always like that ,until and unless, destined otherwise !
It is the sword , unseen , that hangs over everyone’s head ,
Silent , and smiling on the rule of the road ,
That makes “ left” to “ right “ and “right” to “ left”
As one comes and goes on either side , his right is right and left is left
With no stable poles to decide , turning neither side….
Yes , the more we move towards the left , becomes right
And the more we move towards the right , becomes left ,
Encircling ourselves in the “Global Round “ !
We make tools even to mould another tool ,
Not knowing to make one that moulds ourselves
Not knowing the rules ,that blends the cause and effect
To rule out even the rules to make one
Run after running and win after winning ,
and falling un to the sun-set …
Lights on ! and lights off !! , is of no duty of the Bulb ,
But the Power and Switch ,or the source of power,
May decide together or alone
To Illumine or Not with no question of bets and bargains..
Yes , it is the dark night that you need to bother nothing
Nor any one seemed to see you , as you were in the lime-light
“Let us sleep , thinking no war , but sleep in peace…..”
As he sleeps with no star on his shoulders nor a cap on his head ,
Saddam sleeps waking Husain and Husain sleeps alerting Saddam ,
With no sound of sword or bombs nor with a title on his chest !
“The leader of a Nation” , The Supreme of Iraq ,
Smiles and sleeps , still sleeps… sleeps in peace…..
THE RAIN
The two clouds that loves and been loved
Hugged, embraced , and kissed with their lips ,
Covered underneath the breath,
shading face by face each other ,
shedding the tears of joy , one to the other
shoot out from the forehead of the love
Trickling down the navel cavity of the ethnic body
That makes the earth , breath so fast and faster
the bliss ,of blossoms of the dawn
The heart was getting filled , drop by drop ,
And the mind was fluttering ,
Petal to petal with soft murmurs,
“who would say first and who would sign
The Western cloud embraced that of the East
And touching the ‘ feel of Love’
It plowed , on and on , rained and rained ,
Just to save me from the Cardiac Arrest ,
not knowing ,The Lust or Love ,
that saves me from the Final Break…. !
SEX AND SEXY
“Am not Sexy”, she murmured with a sexy look;
With her jackets , so opened , half of the way,
Exposing her bosoms outward by itself, with in the ups and downs
Peeping into the world so moving to arrest everyone’s eyes ,
As if , a girl in love gazing her beloved
Peeping through the curtain- hole, sitting behind the door;
My eyes , the two robbers , loitering here and there
In search of sex and sexy girls ,
Found some one ,seemed to be a prostitute , for the time being
A smile on the road- side , among the passers – by
She made me heated inside , not knowing
The thought what is with in her mind.
Sex , the Male and Female identity
That adorns a male to female and a female to male,
searching always on the other, for what is not revealed.
Sex that exists at every cell or not in any cell, sometimes,
The fantasy of love and the imagination of lust
Creeps up and down on every branch,
Clinging together with its springs
With no sense or sensation to the host or gust ,sometimes,
And that provokes ,thrills and stimulates ,sometimes
Always with in the breath all over the sense,
That feels at every inch of the body,
Or no where at all , on the likes and dislikes that may vary,
From person to person and place to place.
MAN , THE ANIMAL
Man the animal , the Social Animal , some one says ,
Utters , barks and weeps , walks and sleeps as animals do
Eats and drinks , mates and breeds as animals do…
He speaks lies after lies that an animal never speaks
And he smiles even out of time and space that an animal
God never told me to turn my face against the beggars
Nor to throw away my looks to far off things,
Just to neglect the hands stretched towards my sympathy.
God never told me to arrange feasts and celebrate festivals at home to
Entertain the friends and colleagues.
God never told me to go to every temples and prayer halls
To offer prayers and oblations on my on interests and gains
God never told me to spend money this way or that way,
Nor to bargain with venders at our door step
While paying big bills lavishly and blindly at shopping malls of mult
A VERY GOOD MAN
Cheers !! , they screamed with cheers again and again
And the glasses hugged and kissed each other
With golden hot wine inside ,foaming and bubbling by itself
Showing the body-language of the dim-light ,
That we imagined with in ourselves,
With a ding dong song of the glasses that mate each other.
Gulping and gulping with foolish utterances and laughter’s.
Bow-bowed ear to ear the stories of the past ,
In dominating on the shoulders of others,
With a cheaper heroic deed of the day, to be laughed at
As it starts developing the time-bound fantasies ,
With tongue slips of the hot drink, that started belting the brain
Why our wives are angry on such a nice drink,
And why don’t they accept this as our art of living,
Getting peace and joy at least here around this table
After a day-long struggle and troubles to cop-up ,
Both ends ,the office and home for other’s peace.
‘Drinking once in a while with a handful of friends in the evening moon
Can’t be some thing wrong as the drunkards do always ;
The social Drinkers are not Drunkards ’my friends uttered
Defending ourselves on every drink,
That lighted my sense to get drunk and memorize the points ,
To present my self to wife against her arguments on drinks,
as if, I am compelled to drink ,as we usually act, one another
Maintaining the high end social status ,we blindly believe
And rubbed my lips with a grey smile. to get up from my seat.
The bright eyes and cheeks faded and dimmed in the dim light ,
Crippled the eyes , legs , and words biding goooood …nigh…t
Paying the bills I laughed out and walked towards the darkness
Sig sagged my feet ,left to right and right to left,
Pushing open the eye-lids that could no where to anchor firm and safe
‘He is gooood ! , ver..ry ver..ry gooood !!
Very good Boss ’, I heard their voice from the wine-shop
Shouting the very meaning less word again and again
They laughed and laughed with no light and air in the drinking suit
Faded away that voice , far away with no clarity
‘Gooood ! Goooodnite … ‘shouting to none I paved on to the main road;
A slight flash of light faded in and faded out
as the vehicles move on the road
coloring the Darkness thicker and thicker
Pushed my legs up and down, carefully keeping the way to my girl friend
Creped crippled and reached her house ,somehow,
And saw her waiting on the doorstep, covered by the black night
Embracing me kissed and pushed inside to the candle light,
The half naked doll, she seems to be to my drunken eyes..
Darling ,you drank too much today ? that too for me , I know,
As I love you to get drunk, half conscious and half unconscious,
Hai beautiful the reddish eyes and flushed out face ,
she hissed in my ears with a soft kiss on my cheek
And creped on me inch by inch as a millipede gets on and on
Pulling down me to her bed with the force of love ,
switching off the candle light of the room and my sense as well .
The ray of light began to crawl ,she knows the timing , 4 of clock ,for me to leave
‘ Oh Nice Sleep, you had ? she buckled my pants and shirts to its normal sites
No water , not even wet, the pebbles and lumps of soil weeps,
No humidity even on the hot air that is still and silent ,
No ups and downs , nor the giggling sounds of the silver spray,
A small line of muddy water here and there ,
The narrow line of life of a river that was here in the past , so rich,
That caught the eyes of the passers- by
to be with their beloveds on the bank
All of a sudden the rain sprinkled its mercyful holly water
To the earthly beings , the shoot-up arrows and buds of the flowery world
The river was full ,filled with silver drops of the far off dreams,
That the clouds poured on to the earth from the heavenly bliss
The children came with screams and shouts in playful mood,
Hand in hand with their parents on their holyday trips.
AN E – Mail TO MY WIFE FROM PARADISE
No doubt, am in paradise ,my dear, although, you used to say ,
“Go to Hell” on your angry mood over my girl friends there .
Up-on God ! up – on god , I repeated many times to convince you
My friends , they are, and you trust them not , but God,
And that was why , am here in heaven ,
Instead of hell as you uttered,
A million thousand times , my lips sounded “up – on God and up – on God…..”
And God thankfully sent me here for memorizing the same here also.
Remember your last kiss ,you made on my corpse,
The first kiss, I ever received ,so open, but not with any demand,
That was not hot, but wet and cold with no feelings,
As we met first in the college corridor , with no vibrator on our love-tones,
And am , hopeful again to start loving you for the second term
My soul, the micro- unit of my past existence in your world,
Shows every thing concerned of you in your space ,
as if , browsing your site ,with the same old ID in my micro chip,
Gifted by God with his usual smile and an earthly shake-hand.
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Feng Shui
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There's some mighty fine advice in these words, even if you're not superstitious. This Lotus Touts has been sent to you for good luck from the Anthony Robbins organization. It has been sent around the world ten times so far. Do not keep this message.
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The Lotus Touts must leave your hands in 6 MINUTES.
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ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
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TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
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THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.
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FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it.
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FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye.
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SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
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SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.
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EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.
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NINE... Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
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TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
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ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.
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TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.
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THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?'
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FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
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FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze.
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SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
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SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.
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EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
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NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
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This is without a doubt one of the nicest good luck forwards I have received.. Hope it works for you -- and me! Lotus Touts: You have 6 minutes
There's some mighty fine advice in these words, even if you're not superstitious. This Lotus Touts has been sent to you for good luck from the Anthony Robbins organization. It has been sent around the world ten times so far. Do not keep this message.
The Lotus Touts must leave your hands in 6 MINUTES.
ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.
FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it.
FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye.
SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.
EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.
NINE... Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.
TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.
THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?'
FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze.
SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.
EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice
TWENTY ONE. Spend some time alone.
Horses of Santa and Banta
Santa and Banta had just bought two horses. Now the problem was that they could not differenciate between the two horses.
Santa cuts the left ear of his horse, so that it is easy to know that it is his horse. While doing so, an enemy of Santa looks at him. This enemy also cuts the left ear of banta's horse. By doing so santa and banta come in confusion to differenciate.
In his effort to differenciate the horses Santa keeps on cutting his horse's right ear, then his tail , then makes him blind and so on. The enemy also kept on doing so with banta's horse.
At last Santa's horse had no legs left and banta's horse was with one leg only. The enemy also went and cut banta's horse one leg. So, in the morning it was the same sitaution!
How to diffrenciate thier horses. So, after thinking and putting lots of effort to thier mind - Santa said - O.K You keep the black one and i will keep the white .
** **Santa cuts the left ear of his horse, so that it is easy to know that it is his horse. While doing so, an enemy of Santa looks at him. This enemy also cuts the left ear of banta's horse. By doing so santa and banta come in confusion to differenciate.
In his effort to differenciate the horses Santa keeps on cutting his horse's right ear, then his tail , then makes him blind and so on. The enemy also kept on doing so with banta's horse.
At last Santa's horse had no legs left and banta's horse was with one leg only. The enemy also went and cut banta's horse one leg. So, in the morning it was the same sitaution!
How to diffrenciate thier horses. So, after thinking and putting lots of effort to thier mind - Santa said - O.K You keep the black one and i will keep the white .
A little girl asked her Mom, "How did the human race appear?"
The mother answered, "God made Adam and Eve and they had children,
and so was all mankind made..."
Two days later, the girl asked her father the same question.
The father answered,
"Many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race evolved."
The confused girl returned to her mother and said, "Mom, how is it possible that you told me the human race was created by God, and Dad said they developed from monkeys?"
The mother answered, "Well, Dear, it's very simple. I told you about my side of the family, and your father told you about his."
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Friend : Y?
Sardar : Got upper berth.
Friend : Y did'nt u Xchnged?
Sardar : Oye, there was nobody to Xchng in the lower berth..
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Teacher lecturing on population:
In India after Every 10 sec a women gives birth to a kid.
A Sardar stands up and says: we must find and stop her !!
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Sardar proposed a Girl
.Girl said 'I'm 1yr elder to you'
.Sardar said 'Oye No Problem Soniye, I'll marry you NEXT YEAR.
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One Sardar was enjoying Sun on a Beach in
A lady came and asked him, " Are you relaxing"
Sardar answered '" No I am Banta Singh"
Another Guy Came and asked the same Question.
Sardar answered " No No Me ! Banta Singh"
Third one came and asked the same
question, Sardar was totally annoyed and decided to
shift his place.
While walking he saw another Sardar
enjoying the Beach.
He went and asked him " Are you Relaxing?". The other Sardar was much educated and answered "Yes I am relaxing.
The Sardar slapped him on
his face and said "Idiot, they are all searching for you and you are sitting here"
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A Sardar and his wife filed an application 4 Divorce.
Judge asked: How will you divide, you have 3 children?
Sardar replied: Ok! We"ll apply NEXT YEAR
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Sardarji: I divorced my wife on the 1st night.
Frnd: Why?
Sardar: I saw the lebel on her panties, "Tested OK by Mafatlal & Sons."
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