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There is always something that defines somebody's life. There are people, things or feelings that give meaning to your existence, make you a better human being and stick stars to your sky. Mine is a list of Fs. A guy just asked me, on our facebook page, why I posted about something as useless as fashion and dressing up. These Anti-women Nazis can't let us be what we wanna be or let us do what we wanna do without questioning its meaning (I am not really serious here). I don't see how Fashion for women is not Feministic. It's Fashion, after all. And all women are the Queens of Fashion-Land! Feminism is a bit of an overrated concept but I still feel that a little more Feminism around us is a good thing. But then I also think that there is a fine line between Feminism and Chavinism and the latter is destructive. Chauvinism is more of a weakness than the answer to the problems we women face. It's Equality that we want and that is all we will take, whatever it takes!

Oh! I totally forgot what this was supposed to be about. DO NOT take the title of this post literally. I am not seeking a lover, or anything remotely concerned with one! I am going to need some counselling over what do we do about Stalking. All the ladies can't go running to the Police officers in the family like me with cell numbers that are bothering them (Because it is not amusing when they just don't take No for an answer).

Anyway, I recently started using Whatsapp (exactly 2 days before Facebook took over) and am Hating it already. A message from an unknown number has irritated and made me question what these people are thinking. There can be a debate over what the difference between a Compliment and a Comment is. It is easy to make the deduction which is which and even flummery is meaningless (people don't praise our intuition for no reason). Cyberstalkers are the worst kind to fight and bear. Those messages from linguistically handicapped desperados are capable of giving nightmares to the sanest of us. Tele-stalkers also have a way of proving right every woman who ever turned them down and justifies their loneliness in life.

One often wonders if people know that there is a difference between a Man and a 'Gentle'-man. At least I do, wonder, that is. Every man is, obviously, a man, biologically but in the true sense the only man worthy of a Human body is the gentle one. That trick about being a jerk to the girl you want might work for a high school girl, that too only if she is low on self-respect, which, I think, today's women are not. Be a man and let her know that you respect her. There is a respectful way of letting a woman know that you want her.  I really do not see how stalking a woman is gonna do your relationship or sexual status any good at all. All it does is tell her what kind of men she needs to stay away from!

I request every man, texting me or any women, or sending women low messages over the internet or making pathetic calls, please stop. You're killing our views of the good lot of men with your sword of Nonsense. Tell a girl if you like her and if the answer is no, find someone who won't. Really, Grow a Pair!!!

Women may please tell us how they deal with those Baby-Pervs.
Men, Well, they may provide us with elaborate counselling (or justifying) sessions!

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*Personal/social Post*

My War with the Truth

I am not Labile. Never have been, Never will be. I try really hard to be and fail miserably. I have seen the best of times and I have seen times when my life was filipendulous. So here's a bow to everyone I had and everyone I lost, be it to time, situations or even death!

I miss how my life was 5 years ago. Beautiful, careless and meaningless, but just perfectly Complete. Today I miss many people and the warmth they brought to my life. I respect them all for teaching me lessons and molding me into the person I am today. This is what life is all about. Its about people who carve you out. Just like clothes, our souls and our personalities are custom-made for us, subject to the experiences we've had. At a particular point of time, we may not see that everything that someone else is doing is helpful in creating us in a way we know not is perfect for us. Life always has a plan. We may be recalcitrant but it goes on with that plan. But however stubborn it may be, life still gives us a chance to make mistakes of our own volition. It lets us choose people, lets us go to places, lets us choose between telling a lie or the truth, gives us the option of fighting rather than groveling in solace of our own bed of impressions.

Here's what I think. Life is like public transport and we are all straphangers, sozzled on our own insecurities. What we should be is a gourmand of all things good and bad, for who will know good if there is no bad. The bad is just not appreciated as much as it should be. I am not being philosophical. I hate it too when bad things happen to me. But over time, I have learnt to respect them later. I know now that bad, in fact, does not exist. It is our perception and our readiness to curse things as soon as they happen that makes some things bad, some very bad and hence, the spectrum. Things may be bad now or at a particular point of time but as the years pass by, we hate people, situations or things absolutely gratuitously. In time, we only exacerbate our problems while good loves bad too because it has no identity without it.

So, this is for both my grandfathers who the children of the family are told have become stars of the night sky. This is to my first real English teacher at school, to the principal that made me eat lunch in her office coz my parents complained and to every teacher that influenced me by as much as imparting knowledge and shaping my existence! I thank the botany HOD at college who I fought with over an issue I still don't think I was wrong at. This is for my best friend who is still the best friend to me that he always was and to my childhood friend who is entering the realms of fatherhood (I still think he's too young). This is to the juniors who adored me, the men who hated my attitude and the men who loved it. I am indebted to the friend that taught me everyone was flawed, the so-called friends who taught me to not trust too soon. I am thankful to the people who criticised me, the friends who gave me my prejudices and to the friends who advise me and keep my secrets. I acknowledge the factotum friends who'd never judge me and the beautiful classmates who told me that one day I'll either be a winner or a Loser and we'll still be the same at our personal reunions. And I extend my gratitude to all the people who sojourned in my life and made it what it is today!