What governments and girls have in common ( No offense to either !)

Caveat: if you don't have any humor bone, then close this tab and search Euro Crisis.  Because that money debt thing was damn serious, when i last heard!  :D

For  rest of you who think they can laugh along here it goes...Na! I am not the one having very keen interest in government ...neither the one who is the Adonis of girls but I whiff a  non-sense humour that is conceale these figures. And yes, it sounds fun. The analogy is there, if you look deep. Without any personal experience, I inferred a lot from what happens around!I present my case

1) Government has populist policies. Keeping all happy without the reforms. Girls make sure they don't hurt anyone but also ensure they don't do good to even one of them. That is how you stay sweet to all and sweetest to none.
2)Government takes time to come to decisions ( of national importance obviously!). Girls take time to come to decisions ( of not-so-national importance like dressing-up , choosing between two lipsticks at a store, blah blah!)
3)Government puts it best face at crucial moments (closer to elections). Ditto for girls just that crucial moments are parties and all.
4) Government talks a lot. Point made.
5)Government knows politics. Yes, you got the rest of the sentence right!
6) Government has 2 houses-Upper and lowerhouse. Girls have two (maika n sasural). Okay. Okay, this one was lame :D
7)Finally, Government is dangerous when it uses its authority.

HENCE PROVED, government is feminine!!


Well, needless to say, there are some differences too like--

1) Governments don't like Barbies.
2) Governments are not generally beautiful.
3) Governments have no liking for Richard Gere and George Clooney!
4) Governments make it to Hindu's front page. Girls make it TOI's front page!(  No offense TOI ji)

You are what you read, or see!

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Ever wondered if the morning page of newspaper you open first says something about your unique quality. It is something more than just an interest.The other day, I realized - the news we want to read does actually show the things we prioritize over others. So, here's what it is!
1. The sports page:  You prefer a $200 million football transfer over a  $200 million scam. You prefer sledging over parliament chappal fights. You relate better with Indian squad rather than the reshuffled cabinet team. You think you actually were meant for the post match analysis where some previous cricketers who got lucky are talking shit. If you open this page of the newspaper first without giving a rat's ass to the front page, you are not an idiot as your dad says, you actually are more concerned with men's victories, the ecstasy of triumph and how winners mean bussiness. You believe biggest jackasses are the guys running the sports and that you would do a better job, even if you do it part-time. You know the difference between a neo sports and a star cricket match. You make a facebook status after every great sports feat. Life is a game for you and that is a cool way to ruffle through your time. Keep criticizing the bad players, no matter how you suck in the game. You are the one and not the only though--- sports pundit!
2. The oomph page : the sallu-aish relationship has made you read the whole article  but not the cliched india-pak relationship. You stop on pics that made it to the hottest magazines. You know this movie will flop terribly just by a little trailer-wondering how the director didn't realize that. You think you have a better dressing sense than most of the page3  celebs and if given a break by a very own godfather, you can rock the rumour mills and the glam show. You have a taste of English shows although sometimes you laugh just because of  the filled  laughing noises. You even grow interest in the rumours of your social network, with the latest updates of breakups. You check relationship status of people on facebook and read profiles to know their interests.Look no further, you were always meant to be the guy who loves limelight. You are the legendary ---Glam king. Go rock the party, you beast. You were always meant to be there.
3. The editorial: you are an ias or an MBA aspirant who was told to read this stuff. You either have already left it or You somehow have got addicted and feel no less than a shobhaa de or a vir sanghvi. You develop a pros cons mindset for smallest things in life - be it buying a pen. You feel enlightened and make sure you have a thing to say for any discussion. Wikipedia is the second most opened page on your laptopm after Google. Your facebook status are about how bad society is, even if you can't do a fucking thing to fix it. You share intellectual links on fb, and people take no pain even understanding the headline.You hate the politicians. You know what separates toi and Hindu. You hate people who speak shit confidentally. You were even associated with school debates where you ended up thumping the table, asking where justice is? You are the special gyan guru whose mind is a database of facts and figures. take pride!
4. The city news: you read about the bus accidents, rapes , murders, thefts, and snatchings. You think police is lame and the justice lamer. You find no reason why India TV sucks. You double check your home lock before leaving.  You drive slow and avoid going alone at places. You smell crime everywhere and are mostly using the punch line -pata hai wahan kya hua. You hate the city for its condition. but care a shit when throwing wrappers on the road. You think you are the only one who understands how cruel the world is and that there's no place for innocents. You argue with the vendors, always suspectimg they are overcharging you. You are grumpy and believe in sabse pehle khud ki jai Karo. You are the smartest city citizen, go fight the world.
5. Front page: really?

A Thousand Splendid Suns: Heart-wrenching

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Powerful. Moving. Thought-Provoking.Deep.

The details so life-like and the situations so agonizing. A Thousand Splendid Suns, is a poignant story that'll move you and leave you wondering about the adversities that dwell beyond our comfortable world. An account set against the turbulent war background in Afghanistan, painted through the words of two women whose lives are weaved together in a place where happiness and hope have dried up like parched lips in drought. A male author's description of such tragic incidents has amazed me. The characters represent typical Afghani  women and the sufferings they endured during the war period. The analogies drawn make the narration so staggeringly beautiful and deep.For instance, the characteristic of earthquake to be more dangerous in depth yet appearing as mere tremors on surface is so aptly compared with Aziza's condition in orphanage. She is so happy outside, hardlya reflection of what boils deep inside.

These lines below are  kind of a spoiler, if you haven't read, but need mention here just because without it the review is incomplete. Indispensably, they capture the gist.

Mariam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad, Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate belongings.

So, if you haven't realized what Afghan war did to the innocents, read this book to enlighten you about the hardships that entailed. Don't miss the opportunity to be a listener to one of the most heart-wrenching tale ever told or at least ever read by me. A tale of overcoming harships and biting bad time, in wait of the good. As a line says:

" Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.”

PS: Looking forward to Khalid Hosseini's The Kite Runner, only that I already have seen the movie. Still the narrative of the book will be unparalled, I have gauged !

What are u chasing in life

Pessimist: Man, this life sucks more. You can do all the hard work but all you get is criticism.

Optimist: It is not true. You have to bide your time. Rewards pour in later.

Pessimist: Come out of your fictional world. There is no Bollywood ending that makes everything perfect in the end. Sometimes it remains as it is. Life isn’t that long. You need rewards to keep you going.

Optimist: Fictional world?I am telling you what Hindu sacred book tells us-to concentrate on work and let go the thoughts of rewards.

Pessimist: Oh really? Then what inspires you to do the work if not the end result?

Optimist: Inspiration comes from satisfaction of doing work.

Pessimist: And passion comes from aiming at the lingering reward. Is your ideology man passionate?

Optimist:  He is passionate to perform.

Pessimist: Only perform? That can be forever. It can go on and on. You obviously need an incentive. A spur to perform. A reward to aim at.

Optimist: But if you think of that reward too soon, you are never working your way up to it. You have to look at the current rung of the stairs and not the top rung. Otherwise, you can trip and fall on the ground.

Pessimist:  It is your timid perception. I see it as the one who has the inspiration to reach up the flight of stairs, has a goal. That makes him go up quickly and outrun the world.

Optimist: That is where your philosophy backfires!

Pessimist: Where?

Optimist: To outrun the world. All you need is to outrun your own targets. If you are outrunning others, you are outrunning the standards they set. You can’t define yourself according to their standards.

Pessimist: What if even after outrunning yourself, you are far behind others and miss the reward hence.

Optimist: So what, you missed the whole point. I was never running after the reward. I was running after self-satisfaction

Pessimist had no answer.

Nowhere

A hazy blurred sight.
A distant blinding light.
Scared and dazzled eyes.
Some anxious pants and sighs.
 And a stumble in dark groping here n there!
You know you are going nowhere...

A hurried scuttle to get back..
A search for something you lack.
No wishes come true.
And nothing,nothing you can do.


A long lonely look at the skies,
No answers He even tries.
A casual worried glance around.
A sound drowns the noise of crowd.
Some strangers stop and stare.
You know you are  going nowhere...