King Khan spoiled it all!

I hate shahrukh khan,!! even I am unable to believe this blasphemy I uttered, but to be true he has ruined romance for me (and 10000000 other girls). He came and he changed the definition of love for million of years to come. Such a pretty picture was painted that every girl morphed into Simran waiting for her Raj to come and save her, who never really existed and is as mythical as harry potter(oh please!! dont tell me you were waiting to enlist at Hogwarts, and wipe the tears.)

1.DDLJ- I really shouldnt be explaining why I picked this to be the first glorifying example. When I saw this one I was literally in love with him,ultimate bad boy transformed into a dedicated lover. If only some guy did half of the things he did to win Amrish puri, he would get double the love Raj got.
I mean who travels all the way from London to Punjab just because of a whimsical cow bell and that too for a girl whose marriage is fixed to a hatta katta punjaabi munda. In real life if you ask your guy to pick you up from airport, all you are getting is a 1000 word explanation as to how important a meeting is for his career which is taking precisely at the same time same day, and how his absence will crumble the foundation of his billion dollar company (and no, your guy isnt Mark Zuckerberg!!)
Who dons a dhoti and feeds pigeons to impress your dad, and god for bid if you ask him to leave non-veg for one day or visit FRENDLICOES, all hell will break loose.
No, Raj doesnt exist in real life, ofcourse if I had known this earlier, I would have put a halt to all my stupid, idiotic baseless imaginations. But no, SRK had to play Raj, he had to play mandolin, and he had to say in his chocolate rich voice "Bade bade shehron me aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehti hain senorita." sigh!!!!

2.KKHH-UFF!!! this movie came when we were kids edging towards puberty, talk about crucial timing. the movie changed a lot of perceptions about friendship, love. every tom boyish girl believed she had a chance with the stud of the class (overlooking the fact that for this to happen the glamorous diva of the batch had to die)
In real life studs/playboys/casanovas dont even give a second glance to the tomboy/geeky topper of the class let alone fall in love.
 Rahul and Anjali became teen icons, not to forget the huge economical profit gift shops made out of selling friendship bands. Then again Rahul was the doting father, loving son and faithful husband surviving on the memories of his dead wife. In India 90% of the guys remarry sooner than later if their wife expires that young. The cherry on the cake was his love for Kajol.
Yahan 1 se saccha pyaar kar nai paate, kaha do se karenge..huh.

3. Jab tak hai jaan- Aah, this film invited a lot of criticism but me being a loyal fan thinks he gave competition to a lot of actors who are half his age. Anyway, coming to the hate factor, none of the waiters I have come across in my life have ever been so charming or so handsome that I feel like sharing my past with him.Then Im yet to come across a guy in real life who sings with such panache and looks so hot while doing so. The most disappointing fact was this that no guy willl ever choose diffusing bombs willingly if he is dumped by a girl, on the contrary he will start his search for another one soon. I mean I would  literally kill to have a guy like that who would go to that extreme for me, sigh!!
On top of that sexy damsel like Anoushka Sharma throwing herself at him and all he does is a puny kiss on the forehead. Haah! in your dreams, the moment a guy finds a window to cheat, he flies out that window leaving caution behind.

4.Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi--Oh! Surinder Sahani had me eating out of his hands when he wrestles with the sumo wrestler. Yeah he wasnt SRK'ish in that role sans the rugged looks and with that horrible handlebar Moustache. Credits, goes to him for being sweet , loving caring husband who wouldnt even consider touching his wife without her permission. Whereas most of the guys sit patiently throughout the wedding ceremony just because they know they will pounce upon their unsuspecting wife on their first night, what about her permission...well what about it?? The other character Raj, comes learning dance totally contrary to his otheriwse simple nature just to make his wife happy..most of the guys dont know about that concept..the wife's happiness...
Aah, if only men like that existed...!!

5. K3G- OHO..the powder blue suit, coiffed hair, the dimpled smile the suave attitude..I could go on for lengths without taking a breather. Black is meant only for 3 people--Shahrukh, SRK, and King Khan. He was a fathers delight, all disciplined and ready to take over the multi million empire (ofcourse I could never understand where exactly in Delhi are such luscious hills located where stood amitabh bacchans grand palace and how did Kajol run all the way to his palace from chandni chowk to deliver sweets) .
then comes the BAMMM , he falls in love with the middle class simpleton Anjali and leaves his multi million corporation. Lemme clear the air, first biggies like those never ever visit their maids house, no matter how nice they are. Second love stories like these only exist in our imagination with a happy ever after ending. Although he looked absolutely edible in those transparent shirts which could have spelled fashion disaster for any one else..

I can rant incessantly for hours pointing out the shortcoming of guys we ladies have to face in real life but that would be inconsequential as it would have no effect on their thick as leather skin.
Whom am I kidding? Shahrukh Khan will always be my first ever love no matter he keeps playing these larger than life, impossible to find characters.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

Rebirth

The words, deep meaningful words
fell out of my pocket,
the pretty pearls of my emotions,
clanging on floor, escaping into oblivion
before my thoughts could grasp and chain them back
to my imagination.


The words, sewn carefully through the strings of your love
gleaming with unabashed zeal,
reflecting the charm and your grace
adorning my lips and soul
since eternity.


The stolid, adamant earth hid my words
to write her own poetry,
mocking my helpless stares and glances
her poetry ran from hedge to hill
spanning a summer and an autumn


I stood transfixed
blinking away the tears of shame
of losing my precious to a limbless earth
when a lazy vine crept on me
embracing me in its warmth
I lost myself, melting with the foliage
fusing with the greens
exuding uninhibited courage and unknown peace.
The prevalent chaos was dying inside.

courage changes us.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss.
                                    -Rudyard Kipling.


Courage has many forms and shapes, it exists in fighting the sytem, it stares at us from the faces of the orphan kids cleaning our cars, you can dig the courage when you talk to the mother whose only son has been declared a martyr.
We dont need to look for courage, it breathes in us.
We exude courage when we let go...when we let go of our past.
We become braver on a daily basis when we let go of the grudges we hold, when we let go of the wrong done to us.
But we become most courageous when we let go of our loved ones, knowing well that may be they were the ones who loved us the most, consoling ourselves that may be its for the best that they left us.
Courage has many forms and shapes. We think we are done when the tragedy befalls, the sympathetic stares, the encouraging nod and we feel nothing convicting ourselves and throwing our depraved souls in the gallows of woes. The courage comes to us when we start healing, and it might not be immediately or there after but when we pick our selves and start from nada. 
Things always happen for a reason, sometimes we get to know the reason and others it might remain obscure for a lifetime. Things change, people change, circumstances change, feelings change but everything transpires because of a reason. Its a myth that we are weak, coz we are not, God made us strong enough to endure anything and thats how he loves us. Its a myth that we give up coz we never do. We fall, we fail , we flounder but we get up again, we succeed, we rectify our mistakes but in reality we never give up. We think we will not survive another catastrophe but when the time comes we do, day after day, tragedy after tragedy without ever realizing our true strength. Ofcourse we get help, we get support but nobody can live your life for you. Its always upto us to decide how much is too much and we have an uninhibited option of saying nothing is too much and i will never give up.

The dream!

100th post finally!! I know its not a unique, out of the world, first ever achieved kind of a thing but if you look closely, this is a first for me and hence a reason to clink champagne glasses n jump mad with joy. 3 years ago when I started my blog I was damn sure I would quit on pretext of hectic schedule(i still use Im-a-busy-doctor excuse for not reading blogs.) But here I am, penning down my 100th post, proud as a parent.
I have ranted on my blog, shared not-so-fictional stories, etched esotric poems absolutely about nothing(sometimes even I did not understand what I was writing), but I was losing sleep over what to share for my centurian post. Till date very few of my readers(not that I have millions) know that I am a doctor by profession and the dream Im about to share with everyone is one whose seeds were sown by one of my close colleague while working in Fortis hospital as an RMO 3 years ago.
MRCOG, trust me its not as brusque as it sounds. Member of royal college of obstetricians and gynecologists, NOW do I have your attention ladies and gentleman?
This is one of the highest accolades in our line of profession one could reach, and a much coveted "royal" added to your educational qualification serves as a cherry that too on a royal cake.
RCOG was founded in 1929 by William Blair Bell and Sir William Fletcher Shaw, and since then it has left no stones unturned to improve the reproductive health scenario both for women and children.
It is relentlessly labouring to dispel myths in reproductive health through a multi pronged approach of researches, experiments, surveys and publications.
A plethora of successful publication already exists on its name and the number is steeping up on a daily basis, thus proving a successful tool for widening our knowledge base.
To be honest and absolutely candid its the thought of becoming a member of royal college of obstetricians and gynecologists which can make one go through several sleepless and unrelenting nights of hard work. Its a dream, as poignant and vivid as a ballet performance. This also becomes important because of the fact that 3 years ago I missed a crucial opportunity to gain commonwealth sholarship due to a personal loss, this seems like my chance at redemption.
Though I cant classify as a well travelled person,still Im a traveller at heart. United Kingdom is rich when it comes to culture and history and experiencing and exploring it will be an experience worth getting chronicled. The thought of being in a different country, melting in a different culture is mesmerizing. Who knows I might get Sher-locked and bump into him on 221 baker street, sigh! The fact that UK doubles up as a doorway to Europe is an added advantage. I have already taken few small steps towards that dream. When you combine all in all , all you can say is Knowledge is not just great, but greatest.

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