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October 25, 2009

I'm back...!!!

Hey guys..! I'm finally back into the blogosphere! Its been sooooooooo long and I've missed you guys so much!! Well, to tell you the truth, I've not been keeping well. I had severe dengue and was hospitalized (for the first time) for a few days. The worse part is that I fell sick on the first day of my final exam study leave!!

STUDY LEAVE:
Definition : Those 15 days of your life you keep aside for studying the portion covered in the entire semester.

I got discharged 3 days ago. So that leaves exactly 2 days for my exams!! I'm so screwed this time! I'm inching my way towards passing. I've never been so scared in my life. Anyone got a time turner??

I'll be posting bout my hospital experience as soon as my exams get over. Till then cya guys!! I'm glad to be back!

Ps- Saw Wake up Sid finally!!! My liking towards Bollywood has come back!!
PPS- Saw Amir Khan yesterday!!! Hes so cuuuute!!! :D

September 14, 2009

My new hobby!

Hey guys! I'm sorry I've not blogged since a looooong time. Lots and lots of studies and double the amount of projects have made my life miserable. Finally, I've got some time to chill.
Well, recently I've taken up a new hobby! I've been designing t-shirts for a site named www.inkfruit.com! Here's my profile link.

http://www.inkfruit.com/userprofile.php?userid=10321

Please view my latest submissions in the 'MY DESIGNS' section and vote for your favorite one. All your comments and criticism will be appreciated. Please do visit the site guys. It means a lot to me! Thank you friends!

August 15, 2009

Are we in control?

I was staring out of my bedroom window, day dreaming as usual. I was watching a pigeon cooing merrily, sitting on a bush. Suddenly a cat appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the pigeon and began eating it (Yuck! I know).

It made me think, was the pigeon destined for such a fate? What would have happened if it had decided not to sit on a bush and sit on a tree branch instead? My little brother unfortunately was sitting in my room. I asked him, “Does free will exist? Or is everything pre-destined?” I got a long snore as a reply. Humph.

I ponder on….A seed is destined to grow into a plant or a tree. But what if it gets little or no water? It might not grow into a big, beautiful tree it had been destined to turn into. It might turn into a dry and unhealthy tree. Some factors do govern its growth. Ok, enough of gyaan! :D

What I’m trying to say is that people tend to make mistakes. But they prevent themselves from making the same mistakes again and again, thus changing the course of destiny. People CANNOT learn from their mistakes unless they have the free will to change their behavior. So I guess we are partly in control, aren’t we?

I ponder on…….and finally fall asleep. I dream of crazy cats haunting the street – attacking people. But people react in different manners. Some go about their work as usual, some refuse to leave the house, some have an armor to protect themselves. I don’t know whether it’s connected to free will in any way. But it made me wonder, maybe it’s better to make a difference in your life, improvise on every task that is thrown at you. By merely existing in the world, flowing with the tide, it’s a real waste of free will, isn’t it?

I guess we are destined to do something. Our free will just fine tunes it a little bit!

Let me reverse the question a bit. If everything was according to free will, what should you be doing right now?


August 12, 2009

A Mature Conversation!

Hey Guys! I read this somewhere. Hope you'll enjoy it..!

A stranger was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said, 'Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.'
The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, 'What would you like to talk about?'
Oh, I don't know', said the stranger. 'How about nuclear power?'
'OK,' she said. 'That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat grass, the same stuff. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?'
The stranger thinks about it and says, 'Hmmm, I have no idea,'
To which the little girl replies, 'Do you really feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?'


Hahahaha..!

July 19, 2009

Terrible Coincidence??

June 26th:

Walking down the street, they were behaving like lunatics singing “Blame it on the Boogie” by Jackson Five out loud. They were on their way home from a local club. It was 2.20 a.m. They were having a discussion about which is the best Jackson 5 song ever.
“Isn’t Jackson 5 dead?” She asked.
“No dude, Jermaine and Tito are still alive. I don't know about the rest” her friend answered.
Just two lines….uncanny isn’t it?
1. It was the first time they had ever sung this song together.
2. She accidently forgot MJ even though he was alive and his music immortal.
3. It was 2.20 am IST.
4. 2.30 am IST—Jackson passes away.

Eerie, isn't it?

July 4, 2009

Are you clumsy too…??



Sigh. I hate being so clumsy. Although I provide a funny incident and am a part of interesting stories in silent moments, I am not actually proud of it. In college, I have to bang my leg somewhere or trip over something. My lab coat always gets stuck at door handles resulting in broken buttons or torn pockets. And at least once a week I spend time sewing buttons on to it again. I cannot eat properly with a fork and a spoon and have to eventually resort to eating with my hands. I knock over coffee cups. I forget that my cell phone is kept on my lap and I stand up. I get shampoo in my eyes every time I take a hair bath. I spill something or the other on myself whenever I wear white. I have even banged my head on to a clean window! I have banged my shoulder onto door frames many times. The worst part about everything is that I laugh aloud when something silly happens to me. Not because I find it funny, but I try to hide my embarrassment when I do that. I have hit my head while getting out of the car and slammed the car door on to my fingers. I trip while walking almost every day. I have kind of desensitized my parents to loud bangs and crashes. When someone asks me how I got a bruise or a scratch, my answer is “I don’t know!” I can be elegant and graceful when it comes to writing, coz whenever I make a horrible mistake, there is always a backspace button waiting patiently for me. But in real life, I feel so ham-fisted and clumsy. I guess writing chose me instead of the other way!

June 26, 2009

A tribute to the Invincible King of Pop…



I just put on the news and was shocked to see the headlines “King of Pop dies at 50.” It really made me very sad coz I really was a big fan of him. From the smash hits such as “Black or White” and “They don’t really care about us” and “Bad” to the invention of the moon walk, this sensational singer did it all. He broke all the possible barriers through his songs and he’ll always be remembered. He brought the world together with his music. In spite of having a bad reputation when it came to his personal life, his music overshadowed everything. His death has been a major loss for everyone throughout the world and for music. Michael Jackson, you will be missed…
This is for you Jackson…


Jackson was a THRILLER.
But he really was a SMOOTH CRIMINAL,
He was BAD,
He was DANGEROUS,
He once saw a PRETTY YOUNG THING (PYT),
And he didn’t care whether she was BLACK OR WHITE
He told her I JUST CANT STOP LOVING YOU
He told us “I want to ROCK WITH YOU”
Jackson, YOU ROCK MY WORLD,
Now we all just REMEMBER THE TIME…

June 24, 2009

Saving You The Trouble.....



Whenever you are in trouble, don’t panic. Just calm down and count to five and there you go, everything is going to be alright. She hated this statement. She thought, “When my life is spiraling crazily out of control, why the hell should I count to five?? Have you ever experienced this? Has your life ever gone so out of hand that you would love to stay in the darkness and drown in your tears? Well, join the gang! I’m the founder by the way!"

**********************************

She sat there and looked up. She smiled. “There you are. You were never a great friend, you know. Have you ever faced such lunatic problems in life? I don’t think so. You look like someone whose has never had one hair out of place. Just perfect! Ahh…there comes that smile of yours. You like being called perfect, don’t you? You know, mom doesn’t like you. And I really don’t know why. She tells me to stay away from you. But…you’re so faultless and ideal. You understand me so well. Wait a second, I’ll be back, Moms calling..!”

**********************************

She came back hurriedly.
“Ah…that was close. Mom heard voices. She was asking who I was talking to. I told her I was watching TV. Don’t worry, I didn’t give you away. She would freak if she knew I was talking to you. She hates you. But how would she understand? You are the only friend that I have got! God! I hate being so pathetic. I hate being me! You don’t know how hard it is to be someone normal! Every morning, I don’t want to get up. I want to be you. They say I am going through a “dark phase”. Well, at least my therapist says so. But what does that idiot know? One degree doesn’t stop him from being an idiot, does it? Do you think it’s easy loving yourself? You know what I wanna be? I wanna be NUMB. I don’t wanna feel anything. I wanna be you. You know something, I bet mom likes you better than me, with your perfect everything. You made me like this. But mom, she cannot see all this. I know she hates me. I hate you. Well, I hope the two of you live happily ever after in your fucking world!

***CRASH****

There you go. I’m gone now. It’s so simple. One shard of broken glass can make your life so much better.
Oh fuck! The mirror! Damn. Moms going to kill me for this. Ohh wait a minute, she won’t have to. I already did that for her.!


June 23, 2009

What has bollywood come to?

It’s been about 10 days since the multiplex strike has been called off. But just when the Mumbai crowd seem to heave a sigh of relief, they are treated to two disaster movies- Kal Kissne Dekha (which I have not watched coz I don’t even like the title of the movie) and Paying Guest. Talking about paying guest, I was one of the courageous people who went to see the movie. I was also one of the first people to leave the theater during intermission. But the movie does serve as a good bait for all of us to wait for the big movies to come out (I hope they do well). The comedy is pathetic, although a few scenes in the first half an hour make you smile (Just smile). The rest of the movie makes you feel run over by a car again and again and again. The movie tries to compete with the sleekness of Dostana, but never manages to come even close to it. The comedy is forced on to you and it looks like the director and the actors struggle to make you laugh. The dialogues suck and so does the music. To cut a long story short, this movie makes you pay for getting bored. Hope someone breaks the bad spell of movies out lately.

June 21, 2009

Thats ME!!




Sometimes people wonder where my secret lies,
Coz I don’t have the looks that catch the eye,
I am not extremely pretty or a model size zero,
I try to be modest, but they think that I lie,
They say that I am a mystery, a treasure chest,
But even though I tell them the truth, they can never see,
I tell them; maybe it’s the sparkle of my eyes,
The stride of my step, the curl of my lips,
The arch of my back, the light in my smile,
The click of my heels, like happy feet!
They shake their heads and are still unaware,
They try to find more, but there is nothing there,
They stand mesmerized,
My head is not bowed, I never shout to catch attention,
I don’t talk real loud,
But when I pass by, it ought to make you proud!
Coz, I’m a woman.
Phenomenally,
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me!

June 14, 2009

Unadulterated Love!

It is said that “Humans are ruled by emotions and animals are ruled by instinct”. Animals buddy-up with their owners only because they know they would get food and shelter. These statements come from those people who never have had close contact or have owned any animal.

Why would a cat jump up and run to you and purr when you call out its name? Why would a dog greet you so excitedly and wag its tail every time he sees you? Although cats and dogs love differently, they do show love.
Cats are more independent animals and will show love and affection on their conditions. A cat will come when called (yes, they can be trained!), but that does not necessarily mean that he/she is “in the mood for love”. Though some cats like to snuggle up to their owners for hours, some give you short bursts of affection only. If you annoy your cat, she might ignore you for hours, even days (Yeah, I have been here before!). Cats are not quick to forgive and forget, but they are loyal. An abused cat might try to escape, to run away from you, a cat that is just annoyed because it dislikes brushing or nail clipping will ignore you, but still love you.
If this is not love….then what can you call it..??

Here is a video that brought tears to my eyes. I would love to share it with you’ll (although some of you’ll must have already seen it)!

June 9, 2009

My first attempt at 55 - Fiction!

YOUR PRESENCE:

Scurrying around the house in the midst of some work, she stepped on something soft and furry.


She shrieked in fear, “Oh! I’m so sorry Sally!”


She looked down. It was only the kitchen mat.


She sighed.


“I miss you fur-ball!”




June 6, 2009

Shitzvilla..!


Splitsvilla (or shitzvilla)- a show where a bunch of worthless, good for nothing guys and girls are taken to a place and asked to date each other and eventually dump each other. Sounds fun right? Yes! This is MTV splitsvilla - downright disgusting and degrading. A show so horrible that it makes me feel as if someone put their hand down my throat, grabbed my small intestine, pulled it out of my mouth and tied it around my neck (Yes, I borrowed this line from FRIENDS).

I really have no idea what they try to achieve.
- which couple looks the best
- who can wear the skimpiest clothes
- to compete with the beauties of the world (God! Why do they even try?)
- to get cheap publicity
- who can stoop the lowest
- to finally get a “happily ever after” ending to such a repulsive show


It is pathetic to see girls competing with each other for a guy and performing various tasks like mud wrestling to win them over. These girls go till the extent of wearing skimpy swimming costumes or dancing provocatively to win their guy. They literally beg and plead to the guy and they get shunted off rudely. What public humiliation! Yuck! It insults the very meaning of the emotion of “Love”. And the amount of crocodile tears shed when someone is dumped…it really makes me wanna snap everyone’s neck. Plan, plot, play and dump- that’s what this show portrays. Let go of your final iota of self respect and there you go…you’re perfect for this show!

I’m really glad this pathetic show is finally over today. I bet Splitsvilla 3 will have even more shameful stuff coming your way!

What do you think?? Is stooping so low for the 5 lakh prize money really worth it???

June 4, 2009

To My Ghost Wanderer.......


See how the sun slays the moon every morning,
How the inky black sky is throttled by the rays of the blazing sun,
How the nocturnal animals have to scurry for their life at the sign of light,
If they actually made peace with each other, would we still have night and day?
Do the sun and the moon actually fight a battle for reign while we are in peaceful slumber?
Every morning, the sun rises and drives my sanity away.
I am insane, I am scared, but the world isn’t a place for cowards,
I have to hurry, I fall and I have to get up as the world isn’t a place for the aching beings.
However, I am a part of this world,
The sunrise, it isn’t mine,
But I make peace with its golden rays,
Which passes over me, creating a mask, it gets me through another day.
I close my eyes, my mind wanders,
Through traffic, houses, the concrete jungle, friends,
My mind wanders to you my love, your smile which makes my day, my ghost wanderer,
For once, I feel this sunrise is going to be different,
The day is going to be mine, and mine alone.
I dream of you every night, and my dream dies a temporary death every morning,
As the sun takes command, you come back as a day dream,
Do you ever wonder what would happen if the sun never rose,
And we both could sit in our corners of the world and dream about each other?
I know you would like that,
I feel it’s more than just telepathy,
We would be together, my ghost vagabond,
As the sun rises, I suffer from withdrawal symptoms,
I need to get high, I need the drug,
You are my drug honey,
We are all on drugs, aren’t we?
Emotional, material, or plain old pot,
We inject it, smoke it, feel it,
We get high,
We come to a point where we can’t get any higher,
You are like that, my love,
Running through my veins, a part of me,
In unspoken words,
In silent glances,
In the sunsets,
In the moment suspended in time,
That never seems to pass,
Are you like me?
What is your drug, my love?

May 31, 2009

Little Red goes Riding..!

On a blistering hot summer day, Miss Lola Reddy, also known as Little Red (mostly because she wore a trademark bright red mini skirt which complimented her sexy legs) was on her way to meet her best friend Janet who was admitted at Holy Cross hospital as she had contracted Malaria. Little red decided to go walking coz her sexy legs required some toning up.


She brushed her long black hair and applied mascara and lip-gloss, wore her red skirt and strutted her way in red high heels. On her way, she passed a Café Coffee Day. Outside the coffee shop were a group of notorious guys with their gang leader B.B Wolf. Now that particular coffee shop was a haven for all the “Chapris” of the area. You know what I’m talking about – the ones who are so full of themselves that just because they think they are God’s gift to women, everyone else should think so too. According to B.B wolf he was the ladies’ man! Like a wolf he eyed the young beauties in the neighborhood. And the answer to his success rate with women is – rich dad!


On spotting Lil’ Red strut her stuff across the street, he smiled menacingly. His prey had been spotted. Now to move in for the kill… Slowly he pulled up alongside her on his vintage Harley (typical old school guy!)

“Hey babe! Wanna ride of your lifetime?” he asked, with a sexy (according to him) grin on his face, his voice as smooth as velvet.

“Umm… I’m actually heading somewhere important” – Vroom! Vroom! Red was cut off by the revving of the Harley engine. He was really starting to annoy her. But the bike was AWESOME!

“Oh come on! I won’t sink my teeth into you. Let me at least drop you to where you’re headed.”

“I really shouldn’t. I’m in a big hurry…” and then she stopped talking.
Red had a smile on her face. She was checking him out and thinking something. You’ll come to know soon enough. She accepted his offer and hopped on to his ride.


Looking immensely pleased with himself, the Wolf rode his bike. Throughout the journey Wolf spoke only about himself (a very appealing topic in his opinion) while Red was rolling her eyes. Finally, they reached the hospital. Red couldn’t help but notice that Wolf was heavily loaded. Her eyes roamed over all his possessions – the latest cell phone, the funky Ray Ban aviators, an expensive looking wallet, a watch from Fossil- no doubt stuffed with loads of cash and of course, the Harley… too bad he was all style, no brains.


Wolf wasn’t too keen on letting Red go so easily and so, he eagerly offered to wait for her while she went up to visit her friend. At this, Red batted her mascara-ed eyelashes (works every time ladies!) and requested him to wait for around 10 minutes while she went and checked up on her friend. Wolf eagerly agreed and patiently waited for her…


When Red came back down, she flirtatiously suggested that they go to the nearby deserted park and spend a little time to get to know each other. Wolf’s excitement knew no bounds. So, to the park they went. However, he decided at the last minute to quickly go to the nearby florist and surprise Red with a few flowers. So she went to the park alone and waited for him. When he came back, he found a solitary figure, sitting among the bushes. He decided to play a little game…

“My, what beautiful eyes you have!”

“The better to see you with darling…”

He stepped a little closer… “What luscious lips you have baby!”

“To kiss you with sweetheart…”

He stepped even closer to Red and that was when something shiny caught his eye.

“Hey, what’s that in your hand?”

“It’s a knife and it’s perfect to rob you with baby!!!”


And Red whisked out a small but rather deadly looking knife and swiftly brought it to Wolf’s throat. Poor Wolf completely lost his head and tried to run away. However Red reacted faster and knocked him out. Red quickly took away his valuables and pocketed the keys to his Harley.

Red was never to be found after that…and poor Wolf got amnesia due to the blow to his head. Last I heard, he was still recovering in some classy hospital. However, I do hope, Red’s treating that Harley right!!


P.S. Reports claim that she had undergone plastic surgery to keep her identity discreet.
Here is her latest picture.



May 28, 2009

WHY WHY WHY???


Note: This post is not meant for cowards. Lots of rambling and complaining and whining involved.

I’m not the kind of person who gets pissed off easily. Who am I kidding? I am that kind of person. Brash. Irrational. But this time, my patience has been tested for more than half a year. In other words, my patience has finally ditched me. Why do bad things happen to good people? It was one whole month of peace and quiet and suddenly, downpour. Why did you ever have to come back? I have begun to have a murderous intent…..And the picture in my head right now, believe me guys, it’s not very pretty….and the ideas in my head, partly coz I’ve been spending my day playing Hitman, aren’t pleasant either….Is it so difficult for some people to just back off? Or do they get the idea only when they are made to back off? Is the cliché ‘Old habits die hard’ true? I know I’m sounding like a schizophrenic now. But seriously, I could murder right now…..or at least, break a nose, for sure. The one emotion which my aura would be radiating right now is –IRRITATION. I feel like screaming into a pillow. Are there some people put into this world just to make you feel wretched?

Why do the same awful, irritating people keep showing up again and again? If you didn’t have anything else to do, why don’t you go boil your head or fry your face in a pan or dig up something in your backward?

Sigh.

Girl, This is for you...




P.S. I know its not cool to complain. But I'm feeling a bit better already.

May 27, 2009

What's wrong with me???

Am I being too polite???

I interact with people a lot. And in the chaos of every day, I tend to be too polite and formal. It sometimes comes so naturally for me, that it makes my friends raise an eyebrow and ask, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
And I’m like, “I’m doing it again, huh?”

When did I start being Ms. Vocabulary and begin to use big words? Yesterday, when my 8 year old cousin was playing music too loudly, I said
“Could you please keep the volume low? Otherwise it will incapacitate your hearing.”
He was like “in-what?"
“Incapacitate. It means inju-“
And my voice was drowned by an even louder-

“Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.”

–American Idiot, Greenday.

Humph.

Today, I finally proved to myself that I was turning into an unstoppable courteous person.
I was returning back home from class and a street dog came in my way. Instead of shooing it away, I said “Excuse me.”
The dog gave me a ‘you’re a weird lady’ look and went on its way.

Sigh…I need some time off.


May 23, 2009

Yikes..!


A nun, badly needing to use the restroom, walked into a local Hooters restaurant.

The place was hopping with music and loud conversation and every once in a while the lights would turn off. Each time the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers.

However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent. She walked up to the bartender, and asked, "May I please use the restroom?"

The bartender replied, "OK, but I should warn you that there is a statue of a naked man in there wearing only a fig leaf."

"Well, in that case I'll just look the other way," said the nun.
So, the bartender showed the nun to the back of the restaurant.
After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place stopped just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause.

She went to the bartender and said, "Sir, I don't understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?"
"Well, now they know you're one of us," said the bartender, "Would you like a drink?"

"But, I still don't understand," said the puzzled nun.
"You see," laughed the bartender, "Every time someone lifts the fig leaf on that statue, the lights go out."

hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe...

May 20, 2009

Love is.....





Hey guys...!! I'm in love with the 'love is' cartoon strips..! Here are some of my favorite ones....

LOVE IS...



when you can’t get him out of your mind.

LOVE IS...



toasting to celebrate the coming of spring.

LOVE IS...



“that super kiss” given at twelve o’clock on the New Year’s day.


LOVE IS....



bring out the best in each other.

LOVE IS...



the sun shining bright in a rainy day.




May 18, 2009

Oops..!




A few days ago, my younger brothers had gone for a drive with their friends. Being under age, they had a driver with them to take them around the place (Rich dad his friend must be having). Anyways, they had gone to visit a nearby lake. After having a lot of fun and clicking pictures in the blazing sun (hey, that rhymed!), they were exhausted and were dying to return to the air conditioned car. They had arrived in a white Santro and the AC was not working too well. In short, the people sitting in the front seat with the driver were the ones who were privileged of the AC’s proper effect.
So, they made a run for the car which was parked quite a distance away. Like Lunatics, they ran towards the car. Two of them, who were way in the lead, opened the front door, entered the car and put on the AC and Radio. To their astonishment, the driver was a completely different guy! They were in the wrong car!! This guy had been sleeping peacefully in his car when a pair of crazy boys hijacked his car and turned on the AC and Radio in full volume. “Who the hell are you? Get the fuck out of my car!” he yelled. They apologized immediately and got out of the car all embarrassed.
As they made their way towards their own car, they turned around to see the driver yelling at their other friends who had got into the wrong car just like them! God! What a shock it would have been for the driver to be woken up in this way! And as for my brothers, they still cannot stop laughing whenever they recollect the driver’s face….

May 12, 2009

Maybe we are all just Earthlings...


Hey guys! After a long era of exams, I’m finally free with two whole months of vacations (Aww! I love my life!). Anyway, my idleness got me thinking about various things and eventually I got thinking about relationships.

Well, there are so many kinds of relationships- those which give a kick to your life, the old and familiar ones, the exotic ones, the ones which take you far away from where you started and those which pull you back to the starting line. And in this roller-coaster of life, if you find someone you love, then isn’t life fabulous?

When you were a child, life was all about having fun and playing pranks. Now that we are adults, we have turned into more cautious and careful beings. We think before we take that giant leap in life. Sometimes, we even refrain from taking that leap because there is no one at the other end to catch us. Well, I guess life was never made with a safety net. When did I grow up? When did life stop being fun and start being scary?

So, coming back to relationships, I realize that maybe women don’t always have to be tamed by men. Maybe they are just meant to run free. And one fine day, they might run into that man who would calm them, or someone just as wild to run with them (I’m lucky to be here!). Maybe all men are drugs. Some get you to calm down and the others get you so high, there's never coming down again!

I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it! Are there some women put in the world just to make you feel bad about yourself? You know, the prim and proper ones, who strut their way to perfection, while I stumble my way. Sigh…

I'm thinking balls are to men what purses are to women. It's just a little bag, but we feel naked in public without it! (Lol !)
As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the could’ve, should’ve, would’ve, strap on a pair and just keep going!

We like to think our problems can be blamed on a failure of interplanetary communication. Maybe men and women aren't from different planets as pop culture would have us believe. Maybe we live a lot closer to each other. Perhaps, dare I even say it, in the same postal code! I guess it's easier than admitting we’re all earthlings, and we haven’t a clue. Lol ! Think about it…..

May 10, 2009

Mothers Love....!

This is the poem I had recited in school when I was 5 years old in a elocution competition. My mom took a lot of pain to help me learn this by-heart. Hey mum, I still remember it and here's to you! Today, on Mother's day, I dedicate to my mum and all the other mums out there...! You all deserve this....

MOTHER'S LOVE

A Mother's love is something,
That no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion,
And sacrifice and pain.
It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may,
For nothing can destroy it or take that love away.
Her love is far beyond defining,
It defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret,
In the mysteries of creation.
A many splendid miracle,
Man can never understand,
She another wondrous evidence,
Of God's tender, guiding hand.


Love you so much mom...!

May 8, 2009

The Pulpit Joke!

Hey friends..! I recently read this one and I would like to share it with all of you'll. Worth a read guys..! Hilarious..! Joke... with due respect to all...


A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak.
After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done.
The monsignor replied, "When I am worried about getting nervous on the
pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to
get nervous, I take a sip."
So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice.
At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink.
He proceeded to talk up a storm.

Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the following
note on the door:

1) Sip the vodka, don't gulp.

2) There are 10 commandments, not 12.

3) There are 12 disciples, not 10..

4) Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.

5) Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.

6) We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.

7) The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy,
Junior and the spook.

8) David slew Goliath; he did not kick the shit out of him.

9) When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don't
say he was stoned off his ass.

10)We do not refer to the cross as the "Big T."

11)When Jesus broke the bread at the last supper he said, "Take this
and eat it for it is my body." He did not say "Eat me".

12)The Virgin Mary is not called "Mary with the Cherry".

13)The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub thanks
for the grub, Yeah God.

14)Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at St. Peter's
not a peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.

AMEN!

LMAO..!

April 18, 2009

Before Valentine's Day...

WOMAN:

Dear God,
Before I fall into deep sleep,
I pray for a man, who isn’t a creep,
The one who is tall, handsome and strong,
To whom I will always belong,
Who cares for me and extremely kind,
And even my silliest tantrums, he doesn’t mind,
Who pulls my chair and opens the door,
Who asks for little and does more,
Who tells me “I love you” everyday,
Who makes me smile in his own special way,
Oh! Send me the one who will love me with no end,
And would always be my best friend.

MAN:

Dear God,
I pray for a hot, sexy dancer, who cannot speak my language,
Who has big boobs and a perfect ass and is partially deaf,
Who owns a golf course, bar and beach house,
I know this doesn’t rhyme, but I don’t give a shit!

April 11, 2009

Fright of the frost-bite.....!!

About 8-10 years ago, my dad got an air conditioner installed in my room. It was an old, noisy Videocon model, but it served the purpose. Dad always used to tell me that never put it on full power as it sucks up a lot of electricity. So we had to use it only when required. But for my little brothers, it was a big joke. And guess what! I was in charge of seeing to it that the AC is not kept on “super cool” mode. One day, when the four of us, my cousin sister, my twin brothers and I were playing in my room, my brothers wanted to test the “super cool” function of the AC. Trying to be a good sister, I didn’t allow them to. They were nagging me a lot. They asked me for the reason why permission was not granted. My sister took the opportunity and told them a story. This is what she narrated.
“Once, when my dad had installed an AC in my house, I put the AC on full blast. No one was there at home. I didn’t heed to my dad’s warning. Suddenly, everything started to freeze! The windows, the doors, the bed, mirrors-everything! There was snowfall in the room! I started feeling so cold. But I couldn’t move as I was freezing too! I found it difficult to breathe. I couldn't feel my body. My hands were turning blue. I thought I was going to die. All this happened in the span of two minutes! Fortunately, my dad came home few minutes later and saved me. We had to change all the furniture destroyed by the ice. It was terrible…..”

My brothers stared with their mouths open. They didn’t want that to happen here. They fell for the story! Both of us controlled our laughter with great difficulty. And I never had to keep a constant eye on them, because I knew they would never use the “super cool” function on the AC.
I still tease them with this incident. Too embarrassing for them! *SIGH* one of those wonderful childhood memories……(wink!)(giggle!)

April 5, 2009

Blast From The Past...!!



Hey guys! I was extremely busy these days and didn’t get time to blog at all. Very sorry buddies! Finally, I decided to utilize my Sunday for blogging. Well, I cleared up my wardrobe today and made some space. I gave my mother solid proof that I have less clothes and I need to go shopping coz my wardrobe looks so empty now. *sigh*

The great news is that I came across my diary which I used to write about 8-9 years ago. It’s a pink diary with a lock on it. It said Fond Reflections. I stopped writing coz I had lost the key to it. I finally managed to pick the rusted lock with a hair pin. It gave me a sense of achievement to hear the lock click open. (I don’t wanna lock it again. God alone knows whether it will ever open again.) I had written all about my school crushes and all the innocent stuff I used to do to grab their attention like showing interest in cartoons like Pokémon and Dragonball Z. A few of my entries were even written in a code form just in case anyone dared to read my diary. It was fun trying to crack it again. It made me realize how weird I was at that age. It was a great feeling going through all those memories again. My handwriting was so pathetic. How did I ever clear school???

I may never open the diary again and may not even keep it now. I feel privileged to be shown my past so clearly. Now I can confidently say that I’m happy where I am today.

March 18, 2009

"Honest"ly happy again!

I have been bestowed with the Honest Scrap Award for the second time and this time, by LazyKing. I am extremely thrilled and honored to receive this award. His blog is incredible, interesting, funny and always makes me want to smile! Here's to you!

Now according to the rules, I guess I have to state 10 honest things about me. So here I go...

1. I'm extremely short for my age. I can easily pass for a 14 year old (Alright.....12 year old!) .
2. I detest tomatoes and green peas.
3. My cell phone is an extension of my body.
4. I talk to my cat. Sometimes i explain stuff to him when I'm studying. (Poor thing even listens to me like he understands!)
5. My wardrobe has a picture of Edward Cullen on it!
6. My attention span in a lecture is hardly 30 minutes. I drift away after that.
7. I feel thirsty at 3.30 am in the morning and hence I can find my way to the kitchen with my eyes closed!
8. I'm a shopaholic! I tend to buy stuff for myself when I accompany someone for shopping.
9. I tend to lose my hair clips almost everyday!
10. I am very sarcastic at times and may have hurt people without meaning to. :(




Now, I bestow this award to 7 more bloggers who are very interesting (although i feel all of you'll deserve it.....anyways, sticking to the rules)! Check them out!

From the STUPIDEST corner of my mind
Chronicwriter
An Explorer's View of Life
Lucklys
The Passionate Bookworm
Quirky Alone...And Happy!
Confessions of a Bonafide Adult


Hey Blog-buddies, pass on the award..!

March 12, 2009

Wanna Break Free.....



All that I ask for,
Is a few minutes to breathe,
Some time to myself,
Away from home,
People surround me,
They question what I think,
They reason my every move,
They wanna know everything.
Who am I talking to,
Why do I look outside,
What am I doing,
The questions never stop.
I feel like screaming,
But no one can hear,
Coz they fall for the fake smile I wear,
Whenever they are near,
Every minute gets more frustrating,
I feel like breaking free,
I long to spread my wings and fly,
To laugh, to just be me.

My Life In A Nutshell....

I found this game at lucklys’s blog, and thought of giving it a try. So heres what you have to do
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Google search
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. now, save that image on your PC and create a mosaic out of it….
Very interesting, try it out..!!

1. What is your first name? Pavitra
2. What is your favorite food? Chinese
3. What high school did you go to? NM
4. What is your favorite color? Green
5. Who is your celebrity crush? Capt. Jack Sparrow (I have a crush on the character...Lol..!)
6. Favorite drink? Lemonade
7. Dream vacation? Venice
8. Favorite dessert? Sizzling Brownies with Chocolate Sauce
9. What did you want to be when you grew up? A Vet
10. What do you love most in life? Kittens
11. One Word to describe you- Chatterbox
12. Where do you live? India

And this is what i got....

March 10, 2009

Holi shit…!!


Today, i want to warn or maybe remind all the so called civilized beings (indecent men) that Wednesday, 11th March 2009 is Holi and not the grand finale of National eve-teasing week! I am furious about the fact that women are especially targeted during Holi week. Just because you want to celebrate Holi one week in advance doesn’t mean that the women around you become walking-talking punching bags for your balloons!

Every nook and corner there are people waiting to attack. And its not only water that is filled in these balloons, they come various varieties with sewage water, mud, eggs, ink and a lot more sickening things. And it seems Holi gives men--young, old --a free pass to maul women. Spread the joy, spread the colour (go grab away!)

I’m sick of all this. Why do we have to bear the brunt of everything? Even a few of my friends enjoy doing this! And I’m exasperated and disgusted that they do it in spite of knowing it’s extremely uncivilized. It’s not something to be incredibly proud of! What is the difference between you and the Ram Sena? Weren’t you‘ll the ones who stood up for women when the horrific incident took place in Mangalore? Was that all just an eye-wash? Do you think you’ll can get away with the wretched excuse of “Holi hai yaar!” (Its Holi). Do you really think it’s funny? Get a life, you pathetic souls!

Ladies, since I can't guarantee saviors or decent men (and believe me, there are very few of them) to save you in such circumstances, I highly recommend that you stay in your private shelters until this lunatic week passes by.

I’m relieved to see that this insanity will soon be over. Until then, stay safe! Have a “happy” Holi!


March 8, 2009

Am I really that bad???

Last week, I attended a birthday party at my cousin’s place. She had invited a large group of her school friends. The tiny terrors were creating a cacophony, running around the place, dropping juice everywhere and turning the house upside down, while I along with my elder cousin were cleaning up behind them (trust me, it wasn’t fun at all). **SIGH** Anyways, to keep them in one place I suggested that they play a game (organized game, more like it…..). My sister came up with a game where you have to act out a well known person and the others have to guess it. It was a lot of fun watching these kiddos imitating Shah Rukh Khan, Sachin Tendulkar, Ronaldo and stuff. After a while, they added a twist to the game. They started acting out each other, teasing and imitating each other’s mannerisms. Soon came my little sisters turn. She acted like a person on the cell phone talking to someone, saying “Hello! Hiee…supp??” and then saying “byee” and immediately texting someone else. Finally, attending another call and giggling. Everyone hooted, laughed and yelled unanimously….”PAVITRA!!” (And I went red…)

March 7, 2009

Saccharine disaster!!


Last evening, my friend got a major Rasgulla (an Indian sweet dish, tastes really yummy!) craving. After a lot of protesting, I finally decided to go with him to give him company. There is this place quite far from where I live where we get Rasgullas for 2 bucks each. And that too mammoth size ones!We reach the place in 10-15 minutes only to find that there were no Rasgullas left.

Anyway, to do justice to our trip to this place we ordered two Gulab Jamuns (another Indian sweet dish) and asked him to parcel it. Much to our surprise and disappointment, we were given a large bag filled with the sweet liquid and two microscopic Gulab Jamuns parceled for us. It looked as if we were taking a new baby gold-fish home! To avoid the embarrassment of travelling that far and coming back with two tiny Gulab Jamuns, we lied to our friends saying that we ate a few on our way! I swear I’ll never go back there again, how much ever my stomach craves for it!

March 2, 2009

Help Me...!!

I’m currently suffering from a writer’s block. I really can’t think of anything to write about…hope it goes away soon. From the past 3-4 days I have been opening and cancelling the new post link coz I’m really lost for words.
Well this is the best that I can come up with.

Weird stuff about me:
1) I cannot cross roads. I require someone with me to do so. Sometimes I wait for people to arrive so that I have company crossing.

2) I cannot argue with someone for peanuts. The best comeback I have is “Shut Up!” or "Get Lost"

3) I depend completely on my friends. Most of my decisions are made only after I ask my friends. I don’t know what I’ll do without them. (I seriously have to stop doing this so often).

4) I sometimes wake up at 2 a.m in the morning to listen to my brother sleep talk. Very interesting..(I have heard sleep talks about pokemon, bandits, dragons and simple plan!) I love doing this.

5) I love giving surprises. But most of my plans get foiled due to something or the other. I love the look of happiness and surprise on people’s face.

6) I can play Counter Strike better than most of the guys in my college. (well, the guys find it intimidating and the girls find it weird.)

7) I love sms-ing! There is not a single day when I don’t message someone. I feel my day is incomplete without it.

8) I sound like Elmer Fudd when I wake up from my sleep. It takes me half an hour to get my voice back.

Thats all! Hope I get over this block.

February 25, 2009

Bed-Bug Battle..!!



It was 3 a.m in the morning and my cousin sister who sleeps like a log, woke me up to tell me there was a bug in her bed. I wake up with a start and rush to her side. She points her finger at her pillow and I see a tick-like creepy crawly creature looking for cover. I throw the pillow in fright only to reveal four more bugs crawling around. Both of us look at each other and put two and two together. The mystery of the itchy spots on our hands was finally solved. BED BUGS…!!

I quickly grab a piece of paper and sweep the bugs on to it. My younger brother wakes up due to the commotion and takes a look at the bugs. “Oh My God...!.” Yes, exactly. These blood-suckers were enormous. We threw them out of the window(gave an aweful smell when we killed one! yuck!) We searched the area for more bugs, but couldn’t find any. Then we decided to check each other. Everything was fine until I spotted a bug in her hair and I screamed (just when I was gonna be proclaimed as the braver one!). Finally after half an hour of screaming and doing the “I just saw a bug” dance, mom wakes up and comes in a hurry. We vacated my room as fast as we could and finally slept in the kitchen (Of course, we were tired with all that screaming and dancing!).

Finally, in the morning, the pest control people arrived and sprayed some smelly liquid (made me wanna puke and I even caught a cold). They said that the bed-bugs multiply very quickly (Really? Now I'm really looking forward to tonight!). Thankfully, the infestation was not too bad.

That night we slept in the kitchen again coz the smell was too unbearable and I did not recover from the shock of seeing the bug in my sister’s hair. For the first time in my life, in all these years, i had seen a bed-bug! (yup! they do exist!)

Hope things are better tomorrow….Damn you bed-bugs..!!

February 19, 2009

MADAM ZEEBA..!!


Well, this may sound really silly. There has been a tradition in our family right from my mom, her sisters, her cousins to me and my cousins to become a fortune teller during fancy-dress competitions at-least once on our lives. A fortune teller named MADAM ZEEBA…! We would dress up in a long black cloak (actually our mom’s dupatta/stole) with sun, moon and stars pasted on to it and a scarf around our head. Our crystal ball would be a small plastic ball covered in silver. I remember when I was madam Zeeba, 12 years ago, boy was I terrified. I came up on stage and set up my props (table, chair and crystal ball) and said in a scared, shaky voice our traditional dialogue (which my mother painfully made me learn by-heart):

“I am Madam Zeeba,
The greatest fortune teller in the world.
The past, the present, the future,
I see it all, in my crystal ball.
Oh! What do I see here?
I see a great India.
There shall be no war, no hatred.
Peace shall prevail and man shall love man.
Thus sees and says, the GREAT ZEEBA..!!”


I will never forget these lines ever. These words will always remain etched in my mind and forever close to my heart. I guess it’s one of those things which make all us cousins a bit more close. Maybe my daughter will become a fortune teller one day. And guess what, tomorrow, my youngest cousin; the last of my generation will ascend on to the stage as MADAM ZEEBA..! All the best my little angel, make us all proud!

Blogger Accolades..!!

I was given the following awards by my sweet blog-buddy "The Passionate Bookworm". These are my first awards and they will always be special to me. Thanks a lot dear..

The Honest Scrap Award:



The Friend Award:





The Lemonade Award:



I would like to present these awards to my favorite blog-buddies...


Crowsciousness
My Life, etc.....
scarlett's walk
Are U Kidding me ??
Clever Girl Goes Blog
frustration is just the beginning of medicine
With a Dash of Panache
Live While You Are Alive
I loved three men called Pablo.
She Gave Me The Keys



Once you have received an award, pass it on to 10 more blog-buddies. Enjoy guys....

February 15, 2009

"M" lovin it..!!


Well, I was assigned the letter M by “The Passionate Bookworm” and I have to list out 12 things I love starting with this letter. It was a bit tough, but I managed to get 12 things. If you’ll want to play too, let me know and I will assign a letter to you too.
So here I go..

MOM :
I love my mum sooo much. She obviously tops my list. Her endless and unselfish love has made me what i am today and i thank her for all that she has done and is still doing for me. Shes my everything…:) muaah!!



MUSIC:
I’m a hard core music lover- rock, pop, instrumental, blues, u name it….!! (plus, i play the piano too...)


MALL:
Well of course, where else do you think I go for retail-therapy…??



MORNING:
Although I don’t wake up that early, there is something about the morning I really love. Maybe it’s just the fresh and cheerful mood.



MADAGASCAR:

Ohh…I so love this movie…Marty, King Julian, Alex….everyone in this movie is so hilarious…!! I love both the parts…hope they make a third part too…!!




MIRROR:
The mirror is one of my best friends and my most honest critic.. Can’t live without it…



MERCEDES:
Well, who doesn’t want one..?? I’m crazy about this car( I get a rush when I see one)..!!



MIKE SHINODA:

Mike Shinoda of Linkin Park and Fort Minor rocks in every song….!! He’s simply the best !!


MIRACLES:
i love miracles and i believe in them. (My cat had survived three months of complex surgery. i had prayed a lot for him. after that he was as naughty as ever and full of life. ) Miracles do happen....




MARS:
It’s one of my favorite chocolates. I literally hog on it if I get a chance (although I don’t put on weight…thank god..!!) My uncles usually get it for me when they come down from the States.



MOZARELLA CHEESE:
I love mozzarella cheese…..it’s the gooiest and yummiest cheese of all!! (my stomach is rumbling already..!!)



MARLEY:
Yes, it’s Marley from the movie ‘Marley and Me’. I would love a dog that eats everything on site and is soo adorable and crazy…who howls at the thunder and who drinks out of the throne (:P)….and cannot stay in one place for five minutes.

February 10, 2009

CHADDI-GIRI ON ITS WAY.......


Let’s have a recap on what happened recently in Mangalore, India. On a normal Saturday afternoon, some lunatic Hindu fanatics calling themselves the “Ram Sena”, barged into a local pub and started chanting some silly slogans. They began brutally hitting the people (especially women) there, calling them names and did awful stuff to them in the name of the “Moral police” - trying to protect the decency of Indian culture. And the reason they gave for all this, if you ask me, “Girls and Boys of different religions were dancing together.”

The women all over India have decided it’s payback time..!! On 14th February, 2009, Valentine’s Day, the moral police have declared that if they see any boy and girl together, at public places, they would be arrested and forced to get married…!! (I seriously would like to dissect and examine this guy’s brains). So, we are going to gift this asshole for his brilliant plan. Behold the PINK CHADDI CAMPAIGN..!! On Valentine’s Day, all the women are requested to gift the Ram Sena, a pink Chaddi (underwear) (used, unused, dirty, old…whatever….)….the more flowery and frilly…the better… and if you don’t have any, you can buy a cheap one…and I mean dirt cheap one and send it to them.

Women here, already have a lot of restrictions in their lives and the Ram Sena's antics are an icing on the cake. A lot of women have signed up for the campaign. In fact, many men have also joined it too. And to see the Ram Sena office flooded with bright pink underwear, will be such an amazing site..!! Maybe we can even decorate their office walls with the pink chaddis…lol.. I honestly think it is a wonderful (stinky) idea for a non-violent and funny campaign...and thats what the Ram Sena deserve….a lot of stink. This is one great political move..hats off to the brains behind this idea…!

JAI CHADDI….!!

Finally, here is the poster to the campaign…!!






February 7, 2009

TRIBUTE TO A BEST FRIEND..




TRIBUTE TO A BEST FRIEND..

As I pass time at home,
The sunlight streams in from the windows,
And lights up that vacant place on the floor,
Where I recall you used to rest in content,
The soft noises of our footsteps on the floor,
Are so dreary and silent,
As compared to the happy scampering sound of your feet,
In every room, all around me.
The bizarre things which used to make you bark,
And the things which made you scared,
I treasure every moment of your company,
And you know, it will always be there.
But I will take that unfilled space on that floor,
The unused dish in the kitchen,
The cute little toys you used to play with,
And all the things you have bitten.
I'll keep them all for you, my buddy
Swathe it with all my love,
Shield it with my heart and soul,
Until the time we both meet above.

Miss you, pal!


(P.S- I hope you are hand-fed bone-less chicken pieces up there too!)

February 3, 2009

Lights, Camera.......GET ME OUTTA HERE....!!!!



Well, it all started when my twin brothers got their blazers home for their school farewell. They seemed very excited after trying them on and mum had tears in her eyes (My boys have grown up! Sniff!). Mom then came up with the idea of getting a photograph taken of the two of them at a photo studio (in spite of having two 5 megapixel digital cameras at home!). I played along with the idea and helped them look decent. (:P)

Then suddenly mum comes up with another idea! She asks me “Why don’t you come along with them wearing your college blazer and we can take your picture too! I would love to have a picture of the three of you’ll together.” (*Kaboom!*) And after what seemed like hours of protesting and whining, mum finally gets me to agree to come with her.

I try on my blazer and VIOLA! It doesn’t fit. I have never felt so happy before, in a moment of self discovery! Mum tried to put in her own remedies to make the blazer look good on me but it still looked short (as if it was practically choking me).

Then another brilliant idea! Mum suggests that the photo can be taken only till my waist so that the length of the blazer is not seen (God! When things were getting better….). After everybody was finally ready to leave, one of my brothers realizes that his hair is too scruffy and decides to go for a hair-cut before he takes the picture. (Are you freaking kiddin me?!). So he changes out of his clothes again and goes to the barber. Finally after half an hour of changing and re-changing, all of us were ready again to leave for the photo-shoot!

My previous experiences with this photographer have never been pleasant. He kinda likes capturing the expression showing the element of surprise, so he never warns you before he takes your picture…..In short; all my previous I-card photos look as if I have just seen a ghost!

We arrive at the photo studio and the photographer rubs his hand in content (Gives me a creepy feeling….my last chance to run away!). Mom tells him exactly how she wants the photos to be taken…3 Solo photos and 2 group photos. So here he goes….ROLLS…CAMERA…FLASH! In ten minutes he was done. Photos were to be collected the next day.

Mum sends me to collect the photos the next day. I reach there and the photographer smiles his evil smile and hands me a big bundle of photos! (WHAT THE….?). The asshole had taken 4 copies of each photo (one for each member of the family???) and slapped a fee of 1000 bucks for 20 photos! And even worse…..when I came across my solo picture, it was a full length one, clearly showing me suffocating in my blazer and shit scared of the ghost I just saw!!!!!

AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH……!!!!

January 29, 2009

THE COW THEORY....!!


WORLD IDEOLOGIES EXPLAINED WITH REFERENCE TO TWO COWS!


SOCIALISM:
You have 2 cows and you give one to your neighbor.

COMMUNISM:
You have 2 cows; the Government takes both and gives you some milk.

NAZISM:
You have 2 cows. The Government takes both and shoots you.

PURE ANARCHY:
You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbours try to take the cows and kill you

TOTALITARIANISM:
You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.


AN AMERICAN CORPORATION:
You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. Later, you hire a consultant to analyze why the cow dropped dead.

PAKISTANI SYSTEM:
You have two cows. One is owned by US and the other is controlled by the Landlords.


A FRENCH CORPORATION:
You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.

A BRITISH CORPORATION:
You have two cows. You feed them sheep brains. Both go mad. The government doesn't do anything.


ENVIRONMENTALISM:
You have two cows. The government bans you from milking or killing them.


DUBAI SYSTEM:
You have two cows. You create a website for them and advertise them in all magazines. You create a ' Cow City ' or ' Milk Village ' for them. You sell off their milk before the cows have even been milked to both legit and shady investors who hope to re -sell the non-existent milk for a 100% profit in two years time. You bring Tiger Woods to milk the cow first to attract media attention.


SHARJAH SYSTEM:
You have two cows. You sell them to an investor in Dubai . The cows get stuck in traffic between Sharjah and Dubai and die. You have zero cows now.



ABUDHABI SYSTEM:
You have two cows. So what? We have Oil.

Update!!

PAVITRA-ISM:
You have two cows. They wander on the streets of Mumbai with all the other cows, stopping traffic (or directing traffic), leaving land-mines on roads, eating out of the garbage can and no one finds it weird..!!






WHICH SYSTEM DO YOU PREFER????????