aMEN...

Women here..Women there..Women everywhere!!!


X vs Y ...
Since ages the battle is on...
Recently the Women's Reservation Bill was passed in the Parliament,a whopping 33 percent of seats reserved for the ladies,now they have the rights in the house out of their houses!Well,well some dead politicians wife,daughter or daughter in law gets the well anticipated chance!Millions of women are suffering under an ignorant deprivation,a few others are going places.


Men have a tough competition everywhere.It starts right from here..hi hi hee...

MEN are from MARS,and WOMEN from VENUS they say,fortunately they have landed in a common place...EARTH!

Women have associations working for their upliftment and empowerment,their rights are being talked about.Men have their fair share of problems too!
Women are no Angels these days...
Well about men...
The just out of my bed look..'I don't brush but my smile is terrific' attitude...the only breakfast-omlette...bearded for a fortnight... I bath once in two days...crumpled pants..unbuttoned shirt..the TV..the cricket/football matches..the frown...the fast bikes..the freaky adventures...the parties..the girls..the beer mugs..the bear hugs..the smirk..the smile...the square jaw..the rough voice...the formal wear..the loose tie..the cologne...the strong and sensitive heart..the stronger and better brains as they claim!
[PS: in order of individual preferences...list the above for yourselves!]

Some messiness...some maleness...thats the way the world likes it.

If this is it about men,Ladies wrong!!!They are the reason for the smiles,a little soft corner for those males who make a difference in somebody's life,and thats why this write up here...for those men who go unnoticed..for...

A man who works half is life in the office only to see his wife and children happy...

A father who loves his daughter ten times more than his son,who can get her 100 Barbies, her wish..his command...

A husband who thinks his wife is the most beautiful lady in the world...

A son who sees his childhood in those wrinkles on their face and in those tremors of his parent's hands,who takes care of them as wonderfully as they did it for him...

A brother who loves fighting with his sister,who can pick her home any time from any nook and corner of the earth,who loves her as much as he loves his Mom..

A friend who will teach her to hit a DLF MAXIMUM,despite her illiteracy in kriket,who can lend his shoulders,who will pat her back for all her achievements,who will whack her bum if needed...

A Grandpa who will become a jumbo anytime and give those wonderful rides to his grandchildren,who can play hide and seek with them in the park everyday...

A stranger who loves her smile,who will knock off the idiots troubling her on the road not because he thinks she is pretty,but ...because he wants to help her...

APPLAUSE!!!
-to the army men..the nation's pride...
-to the Gandhis, Nehrus, Bhagat,Bose and the like..for the freedom we value not...
-to the Khans,Kapoors,Pitts and Bonds and the like...for the dream man all the ladies fantasise about..
-to the Sachins,Kumbles,Dravids and the like...for making sports fun..as much as it is for the men...
-to the Archers,Cooks,Sheldons and the like..for books which are as wonderful as Mills and Boons...
-to the little decent autodrivers who drop the ladies safe home[ for one and half]...
-to the milkman..
-to the postman..
-to the watchman...
-to every MAN!!!

aMEN:)
God bless us ALL...
PEACE!

regards
Raksha

PurPle...so what!

The street is quite a hit among the eights and eighties alike;people are bustling around and John wants to earn some money today,a few coins to tinkle in his pocket will do.He dreams of going to school one day,his mom is not really keen on it because they are people who aren't that rich.He has to earn his living you see.I am lying in his bag among those hundreds of rubbery and smelly things,not that am any different!Ah!He picks me out finally!He is a tiny pea,all skin and bones and he is trying hard to pump his breath in,I grow big!Voluptuous!but hey wait why am I Purple?There are whites,reds,yellows,oranges,and her majesty the Miss Profound Pink with too much of a pride,she is flying high in the air.She forcefully releases herself against his wishes from the stick and seconds later she goes 'Dummmm!!!' midair,if only she had stayed cool and listened!

But  why me purple?Its not really my colour you see!Miss White looking at my gloomy face says,"Girlie you atleast have a colour and believe me its not that bad,you look gorgeous!" .

Ya Maybe!

The sky looks great today, silver and clear,here and there a few clouds and the sun isn't around much.The driver of a car is honking at the old man who is trying to gather his coloured chickens falling out of his basket,they are cute but hey aren they supposed to be baby white,they look better that way,John says they cost two coins a pair,he had got them home once,only to see them dead in two days!Please don't buy them,if you wanna buy some colours buy me!

A little boy in the car hears me!He lowers the glasspane and looks out.His mother asks him "What colour Peter?" he says "Mama!I want Pupple!" and there i go,John unties me from the stick which holds all us friends together.I am gonna miss them all, especially Miss White who is waving me good bye,she is happy for me.I found an owner,a home and John is a happy man today,I got him a coin.

We reach,Peter gets down from the car he runs to the garden,his fingers holding my string,he hugs me tight!
His mother asks him to be careful,she says "Too much of love is gonna burst it Peter,its not gonna last long,don't keep it idle either,its just gonna lose air!You know there is a more exciting stuff to do with it,can you see the sky?"Peter says "Yes Mama".
His mother says "Do you know Pupple can fly?Just let go and see" , well Peter replies"I want it Mama thats why we bought it!"

His mother tells Peter "There is a joy in letting go things,you watch it fly and your heart is gonna feel light and you are gonna enjoy seeing the flight!"


Peter smiles,he slowly releases me from his fingers,nothing holds me now,as the wind lifts me up I trip my gait a bit here and there,this is my first time!I fly amidst the branches of the tree,I go over the terrace.Peter waves at me,I can see his bunny teeth!

It feels good...am up in the sky!
I know not my destiny,but am liking this flight!
Thank you Peter,the new breeze in my life!!!
Am Pupple...so what:)          

 

Raksha Bhat

Dare To[You] Dream....

My little cousin is back from school at around five in the evening,he comes running to the dining table hungry;his Chikki keeps a plate of popcorn for him on the table,as he picks those hot white little ones he gives a puzzled look,his Mom enters carrying the sun dried clothes and asks"How was the test Swaroop?did well? the little boy nods,Mom with a not so pleased look fires again "What do you want to become when you grow up boy?".He is engrossed with those little flakes again!Looking at me,"Akka!How do these things pop?He turns to his mom for a second and says"Amma i want to become a Bus Conductor:)!"He gives a smirk as he continues the essential discussion of how popcorns pop with his Rasa Akka:)
Well,
What did you dream of becoming being a little kid?
What did you like doing the most?

Childhood is a period of innocence,when passions are built and more often the thoughts run bizarre!Someone wants to become a teacher..someone a doctor..someone wants to be a policeman..someone wants to join the military..someone wants to dance like Hrithik Roshan..someone bat like Sachin Tendulkar..someone wants to be a rock star...and somebody wants to drive a bus..n like my dear cousin give tickets like the Bus Conductor!
Kids are fascinated by little happy things around them,there admiration is out of innocent likeness,however irrational they seem and away from the realities of the world,they dream..and unfortunately children are not let to dream..a common feeling among the parents that their children are not able enough to make that important a career decision.Often..he is a pilot today and sailor tomorrow!!!
How many parents would encourage their kids to become a Painter?Odds in the child's favour,his interests remain a hobby for his life!

An idle profession in many households is defined by a certain criteria-

LEARN to EARN..
EARN enough and get married...
EARN again to ensure you bring up your kids...
EARN again to lead a retired life...
and then make sure your children EARN...
the cycle continues...

Folks around speak"Nim maklru settle adra?"
[children settled?]
[PS:means income stable?marriage when?]

In a society where having a stable income is more important than anything else,parents wholeheartedly don't encourage their children to take up some off-beat career. Nothing can be accomplished without money they say," Its time to stand on your own feet child"!!!!Children are expected to be more ‘responsible’ adults and income supposedly makes them!Some careers are mostly not-existent in the society,they are considered as hobbies not as a career option and some not upto standards.Its time we all wake up,hope there is a day when a bus conductor gets the same respect as that of an entrepreneur!n hope the little boy becomes what he wants to!

And al those little kids amongst us...
dare to dream...its yours...
and so is life...
live your dream:)

Regards
Raksha Bhat