Men we love(and wish they love us back..;) )

DISCLAIMER: This post is exclusively for my female counterparts all over the world. Men/Guys/anything distantly Male read it on your own discretion. We might have mass casualties of wounded egos.

Women are complicated!!!! I have heard this disgruntled sigh so many times that now I ive an autopilot reaction-"Yeah we are, arent we??"
Most of the times I'm too exhausted (yeah doctors do get tired and ill coz they are humans) to refute the above aphorism or I simply zone out while this blasphemy is being uttered. In all honesty , I will not put 2 pennies in favour of this. Women are pretty simple creatures when it comes to that.

Example, I remember one of my friend(female of course,and name withheld to preserve identities) and myself were having a grave discussion on arrange marriages and the troubles associated with it. It was pretty bleak in bearings as we both were (rather are!!) struggling with the marriage fiasco at our homes. Out of the blues, completely irrelevant to the topic, my friend blurts out, 
"Have you seen Ranbeer Kapoor's new ad?? he is looking so yum!" and with a blink of an eye we were gushing over Ranbeers , Ranvijayas, Hugh grants and a lot of other "yummy" people.

There, I said it. Whatever might be the magnitude of the problem, we bring it down to micro level of cleaning out our closets, cooking, trying the new Kim Kardashian blush on or if nothing works gushing over the hottest male celebrities.

So here I am compiling a list of people(read good looking celebs) who have the hogwartian powers to turn our deep blues into pretty pinks..

RANBIR KAPOOR-
Well, I wanted to start with predictable Shahrukh but got partial towards Ranbir because of the first letter of his name...(blushing)
If I ignore his inglorious towel act in Saawariya, I cant find one motley of flaw in this kapoor lad. I mean look at him, dreamy eyes, rugged innocent looks, what else do you want??
Do I hear multi-partners, flings, affairs?? gimme a break, who doesnt do it now a days??I personally cant get over the fact that he IS SO DAMN GOOD LOOKING!!!!!!(now I understand what my aunts and mum mean by choclatey hero)
Even the guys who have sneaked out here despite the warnings will vouch for his acting skill, recently sky-rocketed with Barfii(plagiarism-shlagiarism is a Director's issue not an actor's)

SHAHRUKH KHAN-
He has been the cause of incessant male-jealousy over the years. Every guy seems to have problems with this dimpled rather dented gem of an actor, reason he has been at the receiving end of love of each and every female in the country(irrespective of age/caste/creed/religion)
When he utters, "Maine tumhe itni shiddat se paane ki koshish ki hai...", every girl is wishing that "tumhe" is meant for her(including me!!)
Raj, became an anthem in the country and I remember every eve-teaser on the bike used to say," Mai Raj, mujhse dosti karogi?"
Devdas!!! where do I even begin. I wanted to tear away the screen of the multiplex only to wipe his tears. I'm a fan, and a proud one at that.
Be it rough and ruthless DON, or the ever flirtatious Raj, handsome army man Veer, OK of Om shanti om..I have my heart in my mouth and a bad case of weak knees every time he graces the screen.
I'm partial when it comes to Shahrukh, after all he is my teen crush!!

I remember first time I visited Mumbai, I was lucky enough to see the love-god in flesh..It was Bakrid and he had donned a black sherwani with a matching stole...oye-hoye..

PATRICK DEMPSEY-
Why God Why???? Why couldnt you send one Patrick dempsey look alike surgeon in my college.
Why did every surgeon had to be 80's styled bespectacled, caterpillar for eyebrows, drooling spittle oldy or stern, daunting I-WILL-FAIL-YOU-IF-YOU-DO-ANYTHING-ELSE-EXCEPT-STUDY kind monsters.
McDreamy he is called in the Grey's anatomy, such an apt name, neurosurgeon in the day, saving people and passionate lover in the night. Deadly combo, alas only in reel-life..

yeah I said it, we fall easily for vampires, ghost-hunters, even ghosts(remember bruce willis).
There is something esoteric when it comes to the bad boys of the lot. I mean the pale skin, the red lips,!!yay you get the picture.
I am yet to find a sane girl who has not been smitten by Edward Cullen's whispering woes or Damon's crazy eye twitching.
I mean whose skin sparkles in sunlight like diamonds..:P 
The duality of Damon's character(vampire diaries) keeps us, the poor belles on our toes, the twisted grins, the evil twinkle..blessing..Its kinda heart breaking to see him getting dumped by miss prim and propah Elena. (Lady you ought to be kidding me.) I croon to the screen begging him to come out of it, who knows he might jump out of screen !!!

Then there are sportsmen(Viraat Kohli/Gerald/Nadal)
Politicians(Omar abdullah/Sachin pilot/Rahul Gandhi)
Real life Prince-Edward/william..

Phew!!!! the list is exhaustive but thanks to these gorgeous men for being so perfect, for taking some of our worries on to their broad shoulders, wiping our tears with their lopsided, dented grins. Thanks for providing some respite from our otherwise monotonous routine.
What would we do without you..

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An untold story.

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'

It was one of those days,  Ramdeen dreaded like hell. The days when sun and rain both refused to grace Mumbai skies. Grey intimidated the clouds instead of pristine white. Ramdeen buttoned his khakhi shirt with a heavy heart, because he didn’t feel like going to work. He wished he could go to Worli sea-link, buy himself some chana murmura, cutting chai, those sold by small kids in white disposable cups and watch the youngsters strolling by. Youth.... always energized him whenever he was bogged down by the monotony of life, more so it reminded him of Karan. The truth about truth is that it hurts, and today it did no less. It pinched him where it had hurt most.

He finished buttoning his shirt, combed his hair, or what was left of it. Today was not the day to mull over his thinning hairs or for that matter Karan, because it was a sunday when Mumbai decides to shed corporate attire in lieu of casuals. In other words his cab would have more guests than his house had in years. His house has not seen any face other than his  own in years, even he liked to spend more time in his taxi rather than his house. It was suffocating without Karan and Shashi, the only two people in the world who meant world to him.

CST station was the sure bet to get his bohni. If Shashi was alive she would chew his years off for not starting with a good bohni .  But she was not , and still he was worried about what would she think. But then they were married for thirty years before she died.

It was already 2:00 in the afternoon and he had dropped a few nagging couples, 1-2 elderly hotshot business men and a few college students. Ahh!! They were his favorite customers , their incessant chatter, petty fights, always lightened him up. The day seemed never ending to him. What’s wrong with him today?

He didn’t feel like working and decided to call it a day, after all it was Sunday for him too. May be age was getting to him. He had not realized but he was already heading towards his favorite dhabha where the 18 something,a lanky guy, Kishore served latest gossip along with cheap food. Today even Kishore was not able to lift his spirits. He missed home food, he missed his wife and son. The truth about truth…it hurts.

He would clean his taxi today, thats the last remainder of his past and making it gleam always took his mind off other macabre things like he was alone in this whole big bad world. Now what’s that? How careless of someone to leave their book in the backseat. A novel,by some  Amitav Ghosh. A crisp white , unfolded piece of paper fell from it, a love letter may be. What harm would it do, if he read it?

“Dear Mom,

I love you all but I’m not happy and I’m ending my life.

No one is responsible .

Love ,Sam.”

This could not be happening to him. It was like déjà vu. He lost his son, Karan, to this monster called suicide. His Karan, so young, so vivacious, always finding new pranks to make them laugh. The year he decided to end his life so cruelly, leaving him and his wife stranded with a lot of unanswered questions, was his second year at college. Karan was everything a dad could wish for. His sudden decision to end his life became something of an untold story, known to none. His short note did nothing to reveal the story.

“Dear dad and mom,

I love you both but im not happy with life. 

I’m ending my life and no one is responsible for it.

Love ,

                Karan.”

He could not forget the day when they found Karan’s body hanging lifeless from ceiling fan. They did not understand the reason for his suicide. They tried everything but to no avail. Shashi never came out of that shock and withered away like a dead flower.  Within three years he lost everything that was important to him.

No, he could not let this happen to someone else. He has had too much of a trauma to see someone else suffer the same fate. Nobody should be allowed to go through such hellish experience. He would find the owner of the book. It might not be too late and that unfolded paper seemed freshly written. Who could it be?Definitely not one of the nagging couples or the businessmen with the crisp suit. Sam..seemed like some young kid.  May  be one of the college girls. The silent one did seem a bit of a loner. Now only if the book had some name. He flipped the book open. Bingo ! Its from a library.

“Hello ! I found a book belonging to your, can you give me the name & address of the person who issued it?”

“of course I would return it to the girl, whats her name? Sambhavna… “

“I got it, thanks so much.”

Ramdeen’s  taxi was running to save some young soul. The untold story needed to be told today.

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The Good in me, the good in you.

I am having a hard time remembering where I read this simple yet elegant quote that your character is defined by the things you do when no one is watching you.
I write, when no one is watching me, I feel uninhibited when I have a pen(yeah,I still like old school way of writing on paper and pen).
First of all I am thrilled to receive this tag (nope, not the infamous Facebook tag) given by The Fool, and Im sure I dont need to introduce him to the blog world.
My affair with writing started at an early age. I was in fifth standard, I got inspired by the kid in a movie called Kitaab, where he used to pen down his daily activity. I started keeping my own little note book(the kind our parents used to note down the phone numbers in).
The headboy of our class, who was otherwise a very well-mannered guy found my notebook and read it out aloud in front of my whole class, making fun of me. I was in tears. I promised myself I would write so well, that my teacher will give me 3 stars..(that was the extent of my writing dreams at that stage).
Pre-Boards were a night mare at that time also, and mine were not different. The topic for the creative writing portion in English Language was, "The best things in life are free." This was the write-up which catapulted me from an average student to teachers' pet, and my english teacher Mrs Jayshree Chatterjee, a self confessed lucknawi bong, encouraged me to major in English.
Over the following heavy-weighted academic years of 10th,12th NIE or newspaper in education, a TOI initiative gave us the best platform to pour our hearts out. The teen magazine of TIMES OF INDIA, became our alter-ego and till the time I left for my medical college I was already proud writer of 12-13 published articles in The Times.
Now a lot of people always tell me that they are glad to know a doctor who writes, let me clarify one misconception that Doctors cant do anything else except doctoring.. Medicos are the most creative people I have met(and I am not at all being partial to my fraternity). So the college magazine once again gave an outlet to the writer in me to the extent that I was the unopposed English editor for the same.
I started blogging when I was not aware of its power. It was only last month when I joined Indiblogger and am I glad or AM I GLAD?? I met such wonderful people out here who helped me a lot to improvise my skills as a blogger. The fool, Leo, The solitary writer, C.Suresh, to name a just few.
Now I am given the responsibility to pass on the tag to the fellow bloggers and that was the reason for the delay coz to find out 5 bloggers out of all eminent writers out here was not an easy task. And even tougher was to name my own posts as most beautiful and other similar titles.

 CATEGORY 1-YOUR MOST BEAUTIFUL POST-Well to be honest I like all my posts, come on thats like asking a mom to choose her favourite kid.. But just for the ske of answering I find my poem "An ode to the moon." most beautiful because that one was written with a lot of passion and in some real tough times.

CATEGORY 2-YOUR MOST POPULAR POST-Aaahh!!! this was easy, though the reason for its popularity is a bit shady but then again, it became popular..."Alcoholed discussion" has been the most popular post and the only reason for it being most popular is because it included alcohol, spirited discussions.....the after effects of alcohol...and the fact that it came from a girl added to the zing.

CATEGORY 3-YOUR MOST CONTROVERSIAL POST-This one goes hands down to 21-12-12 and I dont need to explain why..There are so many POV's on the thing called religion..We have agnostics,atheists,religious fanatics..and others I have had more discussions privately and on messages on this one. People ask me whether I believe in doomsday or god...my answer..well...

CATEGORY 4-YOUR MOST HELPFUL POST-I am amazed that among all my posts , I have not written a single post which can be called helpful, atleast not text book help. But since I have to mention one I like "spiritual awakening" quite a lot, mainly because its a nudge toward the spiritual you.

CATEGORY 5-A POST WHOSE SUCCESS SURPRISED YOU-When I was writing "Dreams in violet" I was sceptical. But somehow it settled well with the readers.

CATEGORY 6-A POST YOU FEEL DID NOT GET THE ATTENTION IT DESERVED.
My fav post in my whole blog is "Neophytes" ,, because every time I read it I feel the message should reach everyone of us. Its just a little closer to the truth. But it hasnt got that many reviews I expected.

CATEGORY-7-I AM REALLY PROUD OF THIS POEM-"Ashes" this has to be the one.

Now the tough part starts, to pass on the tag to 5 people. I wanted to read more blogs before passing on this tag, but my laziness and irregular schedule got the better of me. So here are few people I would love to mention.

RENU SETHI- This girl is in love with love, she churns out amazing love stories. And now soon she will have a published one in her kitty.

THE SOLITARY WRITER-I met him in virtual world, and soon followed a rendezvous including him and other bloggers , that too with Lewis Hamilton!!!!!!! I like his ideas and style both.

HARSHAL GUPTA-I had the pleasure of being introduced to him in person as well and the charm he exudes in real life spills over in his writings as well.

LEO-Once again I dont need to introduce this one in the blog world. I love the way he paves the base to build up his main framework. Great reading him.His poetry speaks for himself.

NEO-He is some one I have known for a bit longer than I have known blog-o-sphere. This guy has an opinion on everything (we all do) but its fun to read his satire and you will lose yourself in his self-questioning articles. I hope his circle expands with this tag.

PHEW!!! I am done .....all of the above people are free to accept or reject the tag...:)
happy blogging.