as life moves on...

When i was younger, on some level i always knew exactly what i wanted in life. little did i know that what i thought that i wanted, wasn't exactly my choice. it was my conventional  surroundings that influenced me into believing that following a certain pattern, or rather the usual pattern , is the most fulfilling way of living life. so while i grew up i tried my level best to maintain " the acceptable way " of living. it was hard, very very hard. i just kept drifting away. i felt caged and was suffocating under the pretext of the conventional "rights and wrongs". but today is a beautiful day. today is an amazingly beautiful day, because I'm at peace with the realization that I'm not one of the masses. for me there are no right and wrongs. in my world only absolute rights and absolute wrongs exist. for example, to hurt someones feelings or to abuse a woman are all absolute wrongs. kindness, generosity , respect and politeness are absolute rights. it all goes back to our roots. remember what you were taught in kindergarten... how to be polite, how to help others , how to say your thank you's and welcomes... that's how simple life actually is. all we need to do is try and re-learn whatever we did when we were toddlers. the rest of it will automatically fall in place. as of now i still don't know what exactly i want to do with my life. but the funny part is i know exactly what i don't want to become. my success as of now is the discovery of the fact that I'm among one of those blessed few with love and kindness in her heart. simplicity and sincerity bring a tear to my eye. now that my friends, is true happiness.

steel balls... the future's necessary requirement

In a usual context , balls of steel relate to a great amount of courage in a particular situation, or in  the general outlook towards life. people tell me , all the time, that i have balls of steel...i must press on the remote possibility of some lame excuse of a literate person comprehending the above statement so as to believe that moi is a transexual. well for those who need clarity in an exponentially spelled out manner, i'm not a transexual. neither am i a man. i am a woman. a complete woman. feminine in it's true definition. this explains as to why i resent my bold and independent behavior being compared to a part of a man's genitals. isn't it remarkable of how an amazing compliment can actually make you feel so degraded at the same time....?! 

                never the less, woman possessing the so called balls of steel face a major glitch ahead of them. just think of this... if women like me have balls of steel, what sort of balls would we require on the relationship front... i'll tell you what sort of balls... nothing less than freakin balls of titanium. think about it... it's the perfect choice... it's strong, viable, non corrosive and light which all leads to the dream word in the actual woman's dictionary...." dependable". the type of balls which can deal with another strong metal alongside and not shrink to raisin size in the process. as women progress in todays world it's funny how men find it so convenient to still believe that they should have the upper hand . i mean, how blind must these souls be..? they study with girls throughout they're lives , they work alongside them for the next half of they're lives and yet, they still believe in absolute superiority without any food for thought. 

         however having said this, i must add that there is a small percentage of men out there who do possess an intelligent outlook towards life. they realize that there isn't a competition and that as time evolves ,man or woman, redeems his or her own part to suite changes that are inevitable. these men respect women, worship them and love them as they should be and live in a world where petty chauvinistic ego hardly has a place... thereby making them proud owners of " balls of titanium" and subsequently love, care , respect and adoration from the " worthwhile woman" . here love isn't pretentious as it is born out of mutual admiration and not age old patronizing on a gender bias criterion. here love is nothing less than beautiful. it's perfect. absolutely perfect.

                 

i'll tell u why...

i'll tell you exactly why i've started blogging... 

i always thought that someone else would do the job of putting ideas out there and creating awareness, the main reason being , the ardent truth that i'm just so butt lazy...

but now finally , the time has come. i don't think i can wait any longer. i have a voice and i have to be heard... so the blunt truth, be it an intense emotion or a sarcastic criticism, i shall voice it... for one reason, one very good reason... because i can.... that's why...!