Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Friday, May 31, 2013

This fear of dying

I do not know since when, but since a very long time I have developed this morbid fear of death. Since past few years, I have been getting this strong jolts that just some other day my husband would die.

And this fear of mine got really testified when my father died few months back. I know it sounds really eerie, but I was in fact getting those jittery feels of something wrong and bad things about to happen. And yeah they all in fact got true.

I have hardly coped up with that dreaded loss that now every other day I wake up to a feeling that some one near and dear is also about to leave me. Now whether that could be my husband, my sister, mother or my mother-in-law or my sister-in-law.

I remember how many times I have checked my mother and husband while they were sleeping for if they were really breathing.I know it all sounds too dramatic, today while writing all this, I too feel that, but this is what the truth is.

 I wish whom ever you love should never die....wish that was really possible....

Friday, January 6, 2012

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This is one article that always keeps me connected to it. Not because it is in vogue to make fun of such characters, but because how in one statement the entire culture of a country can be revealed. By the way, by the mention of "that they want to first hold hands, then want all the declarations of love and promises of marriage", the country's so called value system is not personified. That for me utter non-sense, but the deeper analysis of which I have come to think is that Indian women always want a support. Had it just been moral and principles and value system and that blah blah...then those girls would rather never go around at the first place, leave alone the promises of companionship, love and marriages involved. (in any particular order).

Luckily that this real life bad guy spoke straight about his experiences, else I would have never reached to my conclusion. The security of a man, which includes elements of sub-security like the shelter, food is taken care of. And of course, clicking up with a rich one fulfils all the Maslow's hierarchy of needs from top to bottom. HAHA

So, going by the introspection after the analysis, I am still wondering which need exactly stuck me into this marriage trap?? Hmm he said he loves me a lot and will always love me. DAMN, now after so many years I am wondering was that enough a reason to get into this deadly trap??? God knows..
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Monday, August 8, 2011

Marital Relations - III

Once a

newly married bride was novice at cooking as well.

Everyday she would prepare a meal for the dinner.

That was the only meal they both used to have together. It was their work life that made the dinner to be the only meal they used to have at home.

Each night before sleeping, wife would ask the husband about the meal.

Wife: “How was the dinner tonight?”

Husband: “Very well, just like you my love?”

This happened for sometime, and then one fine day some friends called on the couple for drinks.

The lady decided to cook some dinner for the guests. The husband suggested many a times to his wife, of ordering food from a restaurant in order to save her time and energy.

Nevertheless, the lady cooked the food for the guests, and thanked her husband for being so thoughtful of her.

After the drinks, everyone looked forward to the meal.

Somehow the guests did not like the food that was served. Although they were courteous to not let the hosts know about it. They simply tasted everything, and filled their tummies with the snacks and bites that were not home-made.

Being witness to all this, the lady was very sad. She was under-going frustration, but she kept herself calm till the guests left.

After they left, the lady started crying out of frustration and understood the whole thing.

She understood that she was never good at cooking, and her husband always lied to her all this while.

The husband tried pacifying her, but she kept crying and shouting.

She confronted him and asked him what made him lie to her for so long.

The man not knowing how to react simply answered: “I always thought of sleeping with a peaceful mind, if not the tummy”
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