Last Fling Before The Ring – Lakshadweep Calling


It is unsettling to say the least when you watch recording of Oscars in the night and, next morning, bravely venture to get a free skin analysis done in a salon and then like an idiot decide to shed clothes to observe yourself in the full length mirror. Trust me it is not easy if you are in mid forties, mother of two and have neglected yourself since long. I could hear Oscar Wilde’s ghost whisper in my ear, “Twenty years of romance makes a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriage make her something like a public building”.

I didn’t look That bad but my skin certainly did.  I stood staring blankly at my once clear glowing face marred with sun spots, lines and sun tan. Signs of early aging were slowly becoming visible.  My skin surely needed a lot of detoxification and damage repair.  Getting into swimwear each day made me conscious of what I needed to do but the question was HOW?

With splitting heart my eyes scanned the disaster that was looking at me from the mirror and I cursed myself for so sadly neglecting myself and wondered if I could ever get a nice healthy, toned body with a clear, glowing flawless complexion again. All the healthy food I was eating wasn’t helping much it seemed.

The shrill sound of the doorbell shook me out of my reverie and throwing some clothes on I rushed to the door.

“Mom, I have a surprise for you” my younger one beamed with joy.

“Yeah sure, I just woke up from a nightmare so it better be good” I muttered as I kissed him on the forehead. Realizing how pigmy like I looked in front of this handsome six footer.

“Oh come on mom, chillax . You will love this.”

He handed me a bright invite

My knees gave way as I sank into the sofa. My reflection sprang out of the mirror and began to roll on the floor laughing.

“What? I can’t go to this beach bash  looking like this and it’s going be such a harsh sun out there. Not the right season. What is she thinking? “

I imagined myself all browned like a roasted chicken with a face which could scare the daylights out of anyone.

“I am not going and that’s final”, the words sounded feeble as the thought of verdant landscape, deep blue lagoons, white beaches and fun-filled laughter of my best friends in bikinis and sarongs filled my mind.”

It was too tempting.

I pinged her on Skype.

“Hey gorgeous, did you get my invite? We will stun the sun on those enchanting beaches and have a wild, happy time there so start packing. There is so much to do there, including water sports. Am so excited and I won’t take a No for an answer, ok?”  She looked radiant and she was just a few years younger. How the hell she manages that, I thought. What could one say to a girl so full of life and whose name meant “like sun”. She could brighten up any life any time. That’s what made her special.

“Hey, I just got the invite. It’s beautiful. Bachelorette party, you wild thing, only you could get this crazy idea, Mind blowing’. We laughed.

“What’s life without some fun, baby. I knew you will love it.

“True, but don’t you think It will be too hot and sunny, Kyra. I am not sure I am fit enough to face the harsh sun and push my body to that limit. I won’t feel comfortable in beach wear and my skin will be more damaged than ever.” Reality suddenly dug its claws in me.

“Arrggh, what world are you living in babes? Step out of your cocoon. It is high time. Begin to love and pamper yourself.  It’s never too late. All the adventure sports, relaxed time with friends will do you good and to some extent tone your body too. It would be just like old times. You are coming. That’s it.” She smiled warmly.

“Alright, alright, but look at me, what about my skin, I already have a complex about how I look these days.

“Oh, have no fear when Kyra  is here” she winked.  “Hold on” she vanished from the screen and appeared in a second.

“I have a magic potion for you. I knew you will make excuses as always. Check these out” She displayed a range of LAKME sun expert products on the bed. “These are my constant companion when I travel and you know I do travel a lot. Look at my skin. The sun can’t harm the skin however harsh it may be. It is sweat and water-resistant so you can use it while swimming too. Isn’t that great? Trust me. Wear Lakme sun screen and you don’t need anything else…. sad that there are no nude beaches” , we both giggled as the young man next to me sighed. You can join their page on FB also I love Lakme 

“How cool is that”. I said happily and watched as she explained the goodness of Lakme Sun Expert range of products. I lapped it up all and my heart suddenly took a flight when she said these products not just protect from deep skin sun damage but also heal, repair and correct past sun damage, dark spots and pigmentation. Water resistant, now that was a life saver.

This was sheer magic and a relief. I made a mental note to pick up everything my skin needed, forgot the morning trauma and said, “I am game, let’s have a kickass all girls getaway. “Am so happy for you Kyra and hey, thanks for thinking of me”. She blew me a virtual kiss.

“Oh come on Tiku, you are my best friend. I couldn’t have this bachelorette bash without you. Now cheer up. Remember your favourite Bruno Mars song

“there’s not a thing that I would change

Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are”

I laughed and blew her a kiss. “You bet”

My son threw his arms around me and said to Kyra, “Hey sunshine, wish men were allowed too. Hawt chics and no men, not fair but am glad you convinced mom. Love ya”

“I told you I will, handsome.” She winked.

“Umm so it was a planned conspiracy, huh? I ruffled my boy’s hair.

“Yes, coz your boys think you deserve it as much as I do. We know you always wanted to go to Lakshadweep and love beaches”

I was filled with love for these beautiful people in my life.

“Yes, few things in life are as enjoyable as frolicking carelessly on the beach with you girls. The waterfront, sea breezes, my best girlfriends, icy cocktails served up with paper straws, adventure sports, late night grill and grub.” I said dreamily.

“Yes, Yes, You just pack your essentials and hey, you still look amazing so shed all inhibitions and bring yourself out of the closet along with those sexy outfits of yours.” She winked.

I laughed. “Of course we will freak out. I am ready to challenge the sun. The allure of the deep blue lagoons is simply too much to resist.  Imagine the enchanting expanse of emerald isles, unpolluted, warm unruffled water, and miles of sun drenched spectacular creamy sand beaches, swaying palms, dazzling underwater marine life, deep mysterious coral reefs. It is going to be a breathtaking adventure Kyra… Gosh I can’t wait now.”

“Yeah, I want it to be the best days of my life with you guys. Imagine all six of us together again. It’s been so long. There will be so much to do, scuba diving, snorkelling, Windsurfing, parasailing, water skiing, deep-sea fishing. I have kept the last day for the un-inhabited island of Bangaram.  We will just quietly laze on the beach and soak in the bewitching beauty around. Having fun with the gang again will be a bonus”. Her enticing smile filled the screen and my heart.”

She knew I hated the sun and didn’t feel comfortable leaving the confines of home.  We always knew what was in other’s heart. Distance and time hadn’t changed anything. My body could do with some exercise and toning and this vacation would not just provide that but get me loads of sunshine vitamin without any harm.

“You will have an awesome bachelorette getaway  Kyra. I will see to that.” I promised myself to make every moment special for my best friend and made a note to call the rest of the gang and plan a special beach surprise for her, lavish lunch, her favourite game of volleyball, dance, music, delicious local food and cocktails as a cherry on top. I thought of all the nature walks and sightseeing tours I could arrange for her, knowing she was fond of knowing about different cultures and places. Visit marine museum and take our binoculars to do bird watching. The sun-kissed days will have a lot to offer.  Excursions in glass bottom and sail boats, fishing trips that will take us into the brilliant sunsets.  We will pamper her and ourselves to some exotic luxurious spa treatment too. The nights of course will reveal its secrets when the time comes. Memories of the night outs we six used to have, came flooding to me.

Promising to meet soon I got off skype‘s virtual world and took out my notepad to plan the surprises for her. I had lots to do, things to buy beginning with my magic Lakme sun expert. Nothing was going to stop this wanderlust now especially not the merciless sun.

This post is especially written for  Indiblogger’s 

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Pic courtesy Google, Photoshop edited by me.

Real beauty is an ecstasy, a hunger, a perfume as simple as that



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Waking up to the real beauty around us 

When on some gilded cloud, or flower,

My gazing soul would dwell an hour,

And in those weaker glories spy

Some shadows of eternity;

The Retreat by Henry Vaughan

The human life is saturated with beauty. Every moment of life is an irreplaceable miracle and to be awake to witness that miracle is the real beauty of living. Beauty is not always realized through a life changing moment or a great epiphany. It is not always hidden in a sunset or a rainbow, or found deep down in ocean or high up in sky real beauty is found though a child’s eyes. It could be anything from a blooming flower or a buzzing bumblebee or maybe just a sight of a sparrow sitting on the window sill. It can be a smile, a laugh, a touch. Real beauty is expression of joy.

Beauty is often found where you least expect it. In today’s world we are so bogged down by our schedules, obligations, everyday struggles that we have lost our sense of wonder and the joy and beauty found in the simplest things of life. During a visit to Nainital we went for a boat ride on a full moon night. The lake was shimmering silver and the hills were gilded with moonbeams, the sky deep shade of blue. I remarked to the boatman about how fortunate he was to live in such beauty. He replied that he was born here and earns his livelihood as boatmen. These are mundane sights for him and he is not affected by what I find enchanting.

I felt that in his relentless efforts to earn and feed a family he had closed himself to the beauty that renewed itself every day around him.

Beauty is all about opening your heart and mind and allowing yourself to appreciate what’s around you. Just a little quieting yourself internally and watching everything as if for the first time will bring you closer to what real beauty is. Real beauty is beyond mind. It is spontaneous.

Whenever you feel beauty — in the dewdrop clinging to the blade of grass, in the wild flowers, in the thunder and lightning or in a woman or a man – the moment grips you so deeply that you are cut off from the past. For that moment you are detached, everything ceases to exist and after a while even the visual dissolves and you are left with a beautiful feeling. That’s real beauty.  To become one, to immerse yourself completely, to surrender is to become really beautiful.

Whenever I listen to music, caress, hug or kiss, when I watch a riot of colors around me or savor a dish I think how beautiful it is to be blessed with all the five senses. Appreciation of whatever we do and doing it with utmost devotion is beautiful whether it is eating food, working on a project, painting a picture, cooking a meal, anything.

To be really beautiful and to experience the beauty all around is to be intimately connected to life. We overlook all the wealth of artistry around us by being disconnected as we go through the usual daily routine. We need to change our perception and slow down.

“I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may – light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.” 
John Constable

We are continuously trying hard to fill the empty spaces but we forget that in these gaps real beauty is found. Spaces give birth to forms. It is through space that sound vibrates, our bodies move, the air fills the lungs and we breathe. It is these gaps between the letters that makes this piece of writing coherent. Real beauty moves silently between these spaces. Space is essential for a beautiful relationship to grow.

Satyanand says,” nothing is objectively impressive; things are impressive only when they succeed in touching the sensibility of the observer by finding avenues in heart and mind.”

Observation is not enough, appreciation is required. To spend quiet moments with oneself under a starlit sky is beautiful so is holding hands and feeling the warmth of someone you love. The energy that passes through in those moments is beautiful.

We develop an orgasmic relationship with life, it is when we surrender and flow into the infinite depth and marvel at the unknown and mysterious ways in which the universe works we discover real beauty. All this happens only if we have a child’s heart and an inquisitive mind when we are not biased and judgmental. Just as the sunlit peaks have their glory so do the deep dark valleys have their own depth, own silence and own coolness.

We can appreciate the beauty around us only when we remember that there is a beauty that lies within us that makes us unique we don’t have to travel to distant places for it. A really beautiful person is that who shares that inward beauty and encourages others to find what’s beautiful in them. Even a silent communion between a human and an animal can be beautiful.

Real beauty is also about creating. Whether you create a piece of music, a poem, a painting or build a machine, design something new. It is about evolving, nurturing, growing. It is taking your imagination beyond the “normal realms “, to set yourself free. Creating life by giving birth or tending the garden, painting a fence, working on a potter’s wheel or simply making the mundane an enjoyable experience is beautiful.

It is the balance and harmony with oneself and nature that makes us beautiful. It is in simplicity of life and living that one finds real beauty.

“In small proportions we just beauties see;

And in short measures, life may perfect be.”

Ben Johnson

Real Beauty of a Woman

Sensuousness also plays an important role when we speak of beauty of a woman. Not every woman who is physically attractive is sensuous and that is what makes some women really beautiful than others. This sensuousness comes from the inherent qualities we talked about in the previous post.

Sensuousness may differ with each woman but essentially it is that which makes her so fascinating and complex in her own way. It is celebration of a woman who is in full possession of her powers, warm, elegant, luminous with inner glow, whose persona lingers on long after she is gone. That is real beauty.

So when we talk of real physical beauty this is one inner factor that comes to play in a big way. It is more mental than just physical that counts after all. If her soul is ablaze with inner fire and passion she becomes beautiful not just momentarily but eternally.

Each woman across the globe is unique and there are beautiful differences and similarities between African, Caucasian, Asian, women from the Far East and Middle East and Latino women. Real beauty is celebration of this extraordinary uniqueness of beauty in them untouched by any outward “make up”.

I decided to do a second post for Real Beauty because I feel there is so much beauty of thoughts to share and each shared thought is a seed for a flowering tree where hundreds of new thoughts blossom enriching our lives and of others.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.


W.Somerset Maugham

A little Adjustment or a Compromise for Lifetime ? – Two Stories


The moment a girl is born adjustment is the first thing she has to  learn.

” You must learn to adjust. you are a girl , what will happen when you go to your in-laws home?”

Well , this is the story of women everywhere especially in the society we live in and even after so much of awareness about women’s rights etc the tragedy is that most women from all walks of life still   keep adjusting their lives to make the others comfortable which leads to compromises and then to suppression of all sorts.

How much adjustment is good for a healthy relationship? No one can answer that correctly but I feel till the time your dignity is not compromised and the adjustment is from all sides it is alright but if that’s not the case then one needs to think.

It is a fact with Indian married women that most of them are fatalists . They take it as their destined role to adjust to any length to keep the marriage going even if it means complete submission.

I came to know about women’s web contest The great adjustment stories and after reading Two adjustment stories I decided to share two true accounts .

The first is about an educated young woman married for 20 years now and leading a life which she calls ” life of adjustments”.

An educated woman whose married life began with silent treatment and ” make her life difficult ” attitude by her in-laws leading to a point when she was practically thrown out of her home along with husband and little daughter.

They settled in Delhi and she began to adjust to her new-found life .Shuttling between her child and husband, her low paying job and siblings who depended on her.

She made adjustments to accommodate everyone and worked hard to provide for them , in a way compromising her own dreams of opening a physiotherapy clinic , buying a home etc .

As life progressed amidst all the struggle she managed to find ways to keep things going with no help from anywhere. Her husband ,a strong able-bodied educated man , decided to leave work and stay at home. It became a habit with him to find a job, earn a bit, spend it all on alcohol and do nothing.

All along she made adjustments to bring up her daughter in the best possible way. He began to abuse , first verbally then physically and got himself sterilized so that they don’t have more kids. ( without her knowledge)  .

The daughter turned out to be a rebel and hardly cared about her mother who was working from 8 in the morning till late night visiting patients in heat,cold and rain.

She took the beatings, paid for the alcohol when her husband demanded( he stole too) , devised some ways to keep the family together.

There were times when she had to call the police ,she even turned her husband out but then the same old thought about ” I have a girl  who will marry her? who will guard her now that she is grown up? How can I keep an eye on her and work too? ” made her adjust a little more to her useless husband. She allowed him to come back as a stay home hubby with certain conditions applied. The chap sits in front of the TV all day doing nothing. She doesn’t give him any money unless very urgent. Does all the outside work herself and has assigned some household work to daughter and husband. This adjustment works well for sometime and then the volcano erupts again compelling her to make fresh adjustments and find new solutions.

When told to leave him and move on she sighs and says.” it is an adjustment I have made with my life. To tolerate him as a guard ( chowkidar) to my daughter . At least he sits all day at home to see if my girl comes on time and keeps an eye on her activities. you know it is difficult when you have a girl child. People will talk. ” Scared of social stigma that may supposedly ruin her daughter’s marriage prospects and other things , scared of being alone in a big city with no backup, scared of being called names because her husband swears to create trouble if she takes any steps against him, she “Adjust”   in all possible ways .

This is not all, she made huge adjustments ( and I use this word because she does. Not realizing the thin line that separates adjustment and compromise) to educate, marry her younger siblings, to help them in getting jobs , to cope with their new-born babies and much more.  Adjusting her time, finances and in a way her life among them. They used her and went their own way  leaving her alone again.

Though her strength is admirable I still do not understand what makes an educated, self-sufficient , financially independent woman to adjust to the point of suppression.

” I  have a teenage daughter ” is her reply.

“If I had a son I would have left this man but where do I go with a young girl who will be of marriageable age in some years an who doesn’t understand my plight and stands for me”? A question worth pondering over. She has no strength to take on the social pressure. She continues to work all day to provide for a good for nothing  husband and daughter.

Recently to add to her responsibilities her mother has come to live with them. The old lady has no place to go and this daughter says,” I got to look after her .After all she is my mom. When I can feed these two I will adjust her also.”

I watch this troubled soul everyday and think about her ” life of adjustments” wondering how fair it is for a woman to bury her identity, shut her dreams in a box and adjust to this kind of life.

A question she doesn’t want to think about and sidelines with a weak smile. A question I ask to myself and wonder how I could have dealt this .  I guess if financially strong , I would have moved on but  then coming from her background it would have been a tough choice I bet. So adjustment it is for her ..for life.

A woman who has made  difference in many people’s lives can not for some reason best known to her continues to adjust , compromise and live the daily battle called Life. Do middle class women find it more difficult to shed the social pressures and adjust more than others?

 

The other story comes from the jhuggi jhopdi cluster. Soma , my domestic help is a young woman of 35 with three small children. Two girls and a boy. She is the only earning member so to say. Husband , “a decent man with no bad habits” works on daily wages now and then. This woman is a strong-willed one who has managed to make the right adjustments at her place and does everything to make them work. She is faced with all the problems that women of lower-income group face but she has learned to adjust. The finances are divided . one pays the rent and committee money ( a kind of saving scheme) the other gets the grocery and pays the school fee etc.

She wakes up early morning and manages her time  and work in such a way that she is able to do some house work and then come for work too. After long persuasions  she made her grumpy MIL adjust to the fact that she needs to babysit while Soma is away. Her husband , a devoted mamma’s boy , tries to adjust his delicate situation swaying between the two women in his life.

Soma says , women need to adjust more and even compromise because ones married they have no other life than that with  in-laws ” She feels adjustments should be made by all but to keep peace it is women who tend to make them often and that sucks but there is no solution so why crib.

In her kind of life every woman irrespective of age makes adjustments but the younger lot especially the daughters in law have to adjust more. She says adjustment is a better word than compromise and maybe the right one .

Soma says she learned that there is no escape from adjustment. She has been doing it since she was knee-high . Adjusting with aunt with whom she lived as an orphaned relative, adjusting with cousins who looked down upon her, adjusting to being cold and hungry , adjusting to her MIL’s constant bickering and her husband’s silence.  “How would I live if I don’t adjust “,she asks. “I will go mad.” , She laughs.

She is someone who knows there is a limit to adjustment but takes it all with a pinch of salt. She has devised ways to lessen the impact and where is can’t one can see the exasperated look on her face and hear her ranting ..a soliloquy in my kitchen.

She is uneducated but well-informed.

On one occasion when she was distraught and faced with  a catch 22 situation,  I asked her if she knew about her rights and how she can benefit from them,  her reply left me speechless.

” You know about women’s rights don’t you , So? Her eyes fixed on me.

I looked at her blankly.

She has been with me for long enough and seen it all ( well most of it) to ask the question. (Domestic helps have a greater network than any news channel. Nothing escapes their praying eyes.)

I had no instant reply to offer.

For a woman whose entire live has been a sort of adjustment in various ways I just left her to scrub the floor.

I read somewhere

If someone wants to be with you , you adjust

when you want to be with someone compromise

Relations are like quicksand , the deeper your attachment and dependence , the further you are sucked in. It sometime becomes difficult to draw a line and stop a “little adjustment” from becoming a big compromise.

 

 

 

 

HUI : The Feature I Wish My Smart Phone Had


Some days back  I was a normal person with an idiot phone but on my birthday I felt like an idiot with a smart phone 😀

The more I review the situation the more I am convinced that my phone though smarter than the previous one  definitely lacks certain features.

Let me take you back to the 11th of October.

Me – “I am fed up  of this idiotic phone Damn it  and am gonna buy myself a smart phone”. I said holding a beautiful  glossy picture of a latest smart phone with touch screen and QWERTY keypad.

My sons looked at me with concern.

‘Mom sab theek ho jayega.  Everything will be ok”

I  knew what they were hinting at.

“ what? Do you think I won’t be able to handle the phone ?” I asked.

Kid # 1 –  “ Mom , it is a smart phone and you live in dark ages with an idiotic phone . It is beyond you to even type one single message or browse through the menu with a sensitive touch screen. How about buying a  simpler one”.

Kid # 2  was still rolling on the bed laughing like a hyena .

I was truly pissed off and took it as an insult to my intelligence.

“No way . I will gift myself  this and prove to you morons that I am not technologically challenged . Got it?”  I said in a firm confident voice waving the magazine at their faces.

They kept laughing and cracking “ My mom and her smart phone”  jokes .

Little did I realize that what ever was  happening at that moment was going to turn into reality very soon.

I spent a fortune , got the phone and tried browsing through the menu.

The boys waited for their chance .

“ Err, well, I will get used to it soon .  you just watch “ I said in response to their amused “ we told you” look.

“Yea sure  , maybe in another lifetime. May be you should just pass it on to us”  Kid #2  remarked.

“No way . “ I growled.

I asked my kid# 1 to help me learn to use the phone but failed miserably .

Holding  my brand new smart phone in my hands I stared at the tiny keypad and wondered how in God’s name I will get used to typing one correct message .  The boys too realized that the “ mom with smart phone” joke had gone too far and something ought to be done to bring the cheer back.

Kid #1  : “ Mom cheer up I have something that would revolutionize the smart phone and make it easy for old women like you.” He grinned.

I was furious but let that “Old woman ” thing pass.

“Right away? “  I asked looking interested. I was ready to do anything to learn the trick.

“ Not really  but look at the this “.

The pictures  made me forget the gleaming phone .

Boy , I loved what I saw.

I may be challenged in using these toys but I sure am tech savvy as far as the information goes  😀

Kid #1 a self confessed techno freak was impressed  and we embarked on a journey  to create a futuristic Holotouch smart phone.

“Just imagine mom if your phone had this feature “, he said with a naughty grin.

My heartbeat increased as I dwelled on the thought.

Holographic  User Interface


[ Image to show the Holographic Technology.]

A Holosmart phone will make all these applications a lot more fun and easy to operate  by simply passing a finger through holographic images of what would otherwise be the keys of a keypad or keyboard.

The thought opened a whole new window to the exciting world of futuristic smart phone , my dream phone.

Over  cups of coffee we  began to list the ultimate features this one change can bring in a smart phone . Kids were excited and so was I.  A good bright resolution and efficient power supply will make this work beautifully.

Holomenu will  offer easy navigation  of my menu. Opening various menu options , selecting and shuffling music and video files, viewing the photo albums.

Almost everything will become an awesome experience with this path breaking feature.

Holomessaging   : With the key board dwindling and shrinking below the  normal finger size Holotouch will make the keypad larger making it easy for typing. HoloTouch will enhance comfortable, reliable operation.

Easy interactive Holocalls  : Won’t it be fun to talk face to face  with someone you love 😉 ?

I think it is a cool thing and as we discussed more on this feature we realised that  doctors  can use the Holotouch feature  for number of things while in operating rooms or at places where keyboard contamination can cause harm. It can be used by professionals in many other fields.

Imagine giving a beautiful high-tech presentation in a room filled with top-notch of your company or clients.

Rocking , I would say. 

Hologaming with total 3d interface : I love this concept for the sheer thrill of playing games with a 3D effect on a much bigger surface area. Imagine what wonders it can have for gamers who can have a full-fledged gaming experience right there in the phone with all the effects.

Holovideo for viewing all  your  favorite videos on a bigger screen with a better clarity.

Holonet for all your surfing needs.

HoloNav which is a GPS and an active traffic navigation app. I always seem to lose my way and  Holonav will be a cool feature to see your place and the right way to your destination on a larger map.  I find this special because while on nature trails and outings this will prove to be great help.

Some other  feature I would love in my smart phone are:

AUI audio user interface

which offers Voicelock feature and Voiceengine feature so  that it unlocks doors  and starts my car. One major  plus point of this feature will be  that it can be used where the Holotouch feature can not be  used effectively , like in crowded places. Both these features can be combined too for a perfect smart phone Techno experience .

Retinal scanner

that acts like an unlocking feature. A much more secure way because no other person can use it apart from the user.

FaceWiki

Active face recognition which tells us the basic info abt the person when a photograph is clicked under this feature.  ( 😀 No harm in letting the imagination run wild , Right? )

Highly optic touch screen and Highly flexible Fold and keep style


High definition  photography with DSLR type picture quality

This is a must .

For all of us who are  passionate about photography this feature will be a boon. No carrying big equipment, just take out the phone and enjoy what you love doing best. Take awesome photographs.

Am I asking for too much ? No, I don’t think so . When we talk of futuristic smart phones , we  need to have that one special feature that makes it smarter than any other regular smart phone.


Kid2# brought the yummy chocolate cake and said, “ Happy Birthday mom”.

The joy was irreplaceable.

I ought to patent the idea and mint big money I guess 😀 .

All those who include these features in your phones  remember its my idea.

I decided to write about this experience exclusively for Share Life blogger contest and to master the art of using a smart phone.  I had given myself a smart gift and I was ready to use it to its full advantage.

I am participating in Share life Contest (sponsored by Tata Docomo under the category ” The Feature I wish My Smart Phone Had. ” Please promote my entry on Indivine if you think it is worth winning.

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He found the  deathly silence of the Morgue calming. The odor of the dead was the most erotic thing for him. It fascinated him

His eyes sparkled as he ran his fingers over the naked cold body of the beautiful woman  lying on the slab in front of him. He always treated  them lovingly, gently. He was in no hurry. He was the only attendant on duty and the world of the dead was his.

His eyes scanned her voluptuous body. Stunning. She did not deserve to die   or may be she did. He grinned.

He bent and inhaled deeply, instantly getting an erection. He loved to have them fresh, before the burial. He had a taste and preference for his sexual partners. She was brought in just a few hours back. An accident victim.

He kissed her forehead and softly said,” My bride, tonight I am your bridegroom ” and then he began to remove his clothes.

Slowly he lifted and placed her on the floor. Then he began to make love. First gently and then in his usual brutal wild way.

Euphoria taking over him completely as he devoured the ravishing body under him. His mouth was on hers when suddenly he stopped. Something was not right.

He stared at the face of his victim and to his horror felt the warmth slowly return in the woman’s body.

He had been through the ritual many times to ignore this sign.

He wanted to move but couldn’t.

Fear gripped him for the first time and he wished his trusted partner was there tonight but there was no one except the chilling silence.

Then to his horror she began to breathe. He screamed and pulled himself away collapsing on the floor near her. He thought he was hallucinating when he saw her move her fingers.

His face went pale with fear as she opened her eyes and turned towards him.

A shrill scream echoed in the morgue as she saw a naked man lying next to her in dark cold vault like room.

He tried to move as she ran towards the door and out of it but his body seemed as if it had taken roots.

Return of the dead .

He thought it only happened in the movies.

The police found their most wanted necrophile collapsed on the morgue floor in a state of shock.

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It feels good to be a Blogeshwar :p


When I saw the  Blogeshwar page on Facebook it made me smile 😉 .. Nothing can beat the feeling of being appreciated by the readers and to win the Blogeshwar title twice in the first edition is certainly an awesome feeling.

Two of my posts won in  Blogeshwar 1.o

Here are the links

It pyz 2 enrich ur wrd pwr 😀 Lingo fkd

(Humor )

and

Being a daughter, old age and the empty nest

(Khichadi)

Will pick up some more books later 😀 greedy me :p

Thank you so much for this jesture of appreciation for my writing .

Thanks Himanshu Shekhar .

I got my gift from flipcart today . A book I wanted to read and add to my collection .

THE LOST SYMBOL  BY DAN BROWN

Will post the review after reading.

Thanks again to all my readers , judges ( Pankaj Batra and Stephen aka ‘Ste ) and friends.

Time to cuddle up with the book and a aromatic mug of coffee . 😉

Do All Relationships Come With A Past ? Soch LO !


This post is for “Soch Lo blogger Contest” by IndiBlogger based on a true incident .

Intimate Betrayal

Do all relationships come with a past ?

A few days back I would have said ” not necessarily” but today watching her in contented deep slumber I feel different.

One of the endless ironies in life is the time we spend longing for others, when a different set of ‘others’ are longing for us. Sometimes ghosts from past emerge and disturb the even rhythm of life.

The freshly scrubbed sky had the same faint rosy pink of her cheeks. I changed into a nightshirt and slipped in beside her. Feeling a presence she turned and snuggled closer. I was consumed by longing but could not bring myself to make love..

Not yet.

I gazed at the ceiling  the same feeling of emptiness around me. Gently I shifted a bit , lit a cigarette and opened my long forgotten journal to make an entry. Words turned stranger as a surge of memories flooded me.

It all began a week back when I gave her a book of memoirs which was launched at my café. The author was an Indian woman settled in Australia . Beautiful mind in an ageless body, that’s what her agent had told me during introductions. I agreed completely.

I can never forget the expression on Tara’s face as her dark eyes looked deeply at the book. Her face had a glow I hadn’t seen in ages. She ran her fingers gently on the glossy surface and flipped the pages softly. “Thank you so much” she smiled . I wanted to take her in my arms but simply smiled back.

“Would you like to meet the author” ?

The question startled her but she nodded like a happy child.

I could do anything to bridge the gap between us.

We met for dinner at a Resto – Bar. It was one of the best nights we ever had and she seemed to love it more than anyone. I marveled at the bond they had created in such a short time. The numbers exchanged, hugs shared we parted on a happy note.

I got busy again with my work and she got back to her writing and her new-found friend.

I saw the transformation coming in slowly and loved her more hoping that the things would change for us.

They did.

We were neck-deep into the launch of our new bar and worked nights a lot of times.

On that particular winter night I drove back home to get some important papers I had forgotten to take. The house was dark except for a warm light in the study. I quietly unlocked the door and walked in.

The place was filled with mixed aroma of exotic spices and flavors. I recognized the cinnamon, clove, etc and instantly knew what was cooking. The seductively melodious sounds of  clarinet  drifted in from the half-open door of the study. I approached quietly. I could hear the soft whispers but I wasn’t ready for the scene that unfolded before me as I peeped in.

The room was glowing with the fire from the fireplace. two bodies aflame by passion and longing lay there on the rug. I felt myself getting a hard on and yet I was stunned.

Speechless and rooted to the ground I watched as they fed each other completely unaware of their surroundings. Their mouths and fingers smeared in rich dark chocolate. The glossy liquid shone enticingly in a crystal bowl by their side. I felt the warm rich taste in my mouth and closed my eyes. Rhythm and Romance by Kenny G haunted the air making it even more erotic. Two magnificently sculpted bodies engages in the most erotic foreplay.

The long dark tresses of Tara flowing over Asma’s exquisitely carved back , their feet hugging each other. Long shapely legs shinning like molten copper moist and warm. I saw Asma roll over and make love to the woman who has been my wife of 10 years gently exploring and unveiling all the secrets places  devouring her. Their nude lucid forms melting into each other. The rhythmic movement of their breasts made me wanting to drop all inhibitions and join them but a sudden hurt and anger seething inside held me clutching the door knob.

None of them had noticed my presence . The soft laughter and the highly intoxicating aromatic air made me weak in my knees and I walked back to my car trying to balance my myself.

Sitting there in the dark comfort of my car I went though the events of the past week. Suddenly it struck it like a bolt of lightning. They knew each other from before.

When, Where , How ? The questions made my head throb.

I wanted to believe that I was hallucinating under stress but no there it was, the stark reality of my life lying naked , baring it all in front of me, limiting my ability to manage both my emotions and thinking process.

The fragrance of their bodies lingering in my mind.

I drove back in a daze unable to get it out of my system. Handing over the papers I locked myself in the office and slumped on the couch.

There were a lot of missing pieces in this puzzle . The darkness began to haunt me .I switched on the lamp but the glow took me back to the study so I turned on the harsh tube light to help me cope with the shock.

Asma was supposed to fly back in the morning. I had mixed feelings about the approaching day.

I took my time to reach home and secretly hoped to find Tara sleeping but there she was bright and glowing , sipping the earl grey watching the early morning rose-tinted clouds.

My heart twitched from within. Gosh I loved this woman , desired her even more now .

What was happening to me?

I felt a tingling sensation go down my body as she smiled.

I must have looked uncomfortable so she broke the silence, ” I think we should talk”.

Not a great opening sentence .

I looked at her perplexed .

I watched her like a lost lamb as she stared out into the endless sky.

“I noticed you last night” . Short and crisp.

My mouth fell open and suddenly I was filled with anger and contempt.

I retained my composure to know the hidden story.

She spoke softly.

“I first came to know Asma during my creative writing workshop six years back.

Remember when I went to Pataya ?”

I did . She did not wait for a reply.

“She was an enigma during that time, still is . Her creative genius and charm was alluring and maybe she saw the same spark in me. We spent a lot of time together and finally moved together.

I guess the need for friendship, camaraderie and relaxation were uppermost in my mind, and the need for a physical touch was laying just beneath the surface. She always remained enticingly close to me during our beach walks and outdoors. During one such occasion we kissed for the first time. It began as a warm friendly embrace and ended up in a fiery passionate night. I lived in that frozen Ecstasy for my entire stay there. I am not exactly bi sexual neither is she but something brought us together. For me it was not just an opening for my suppressed sexual needs but something else that is unexplainable.”

She paused and I kept my eyes on her. I wanted to watch her expressions. Somehow this whole narration was leading me to an introspection yet there was a conflict, a wounded feeling of betrayal of the worse kind in my opinion. I think another man would still make sense but another woman ? It just did not sound alright to me.

” One of the endless ironies in life is the time we spend longing for others, when a different set of others are longing for us. I had longed for this spiritual fulfillment of being a woman from you for a long time and could not hold back when I got it” She resumed. ” After we parted at Pataya we were for a while in touch through emails but then she just began to slip away. I knew she was in a relationship so moved on with life. When you gave me the book it flooded me with that same fire. It felt like the first time together and I longed to meet her. The taste , the fragrance , the touch all became alive on that winter morning”.

“When I saw you looking at us I panicked for a moment but then you went away”. She finally looked at me with those deep dark eyes.

I was at a loss of words, I still am.

She rose and  touched my shoulder softly .

“It was a dream that ended . I always loved you and still do. I have been honest now it is for you to decide what course our life will take . ”

Soch Lo” , she said and sailed through the French windows like a gentle breeze.

My heart ached more than my tired body. I slept the day and went off to work quietly in the evening. She kept herself occupied with her work.

Now as I sit beside her writing this journal an inner voice is haunting me, ” What now ?”.

Whatever you decide, ek bar soch lo.”

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