Confessions of a serial womanizer!

Warning : Based on a fictitious character. Any resemblance is purely coincidental

Ok, let me confess I love women. They have a very endearing ability of making every small problem big and every big problem very small. So you’ll see them cribbing about how you should go to a doctor if all you have is common cold, on the other hand they’ll ask you to relax every time you flunk an exam, lose your latest gadget or your job. Women bring a certain quality to the conversation which makes it very smooth. They compliment men and complete us in a way no man dog or horse can. They calm us; help us realize that money is not always the answer, that relationships are important, that love can solve every problem. It is very important to have women in your life. None of us can imagine our life without our mother, and our sisters. But once we grow up we feel the need to go out and explore the world, we are no longer comfortable sharing our views, our thoughts with our mother or sister. So we look out for friends, friends who can understand listen or care for us in the same way as our mother or sister did. The relation is not the same, it may be on an absolutely different level but the need is the same. The only glitch is like there is no perfect man, there is no perfect woman, consequently one can never find all the qualities in one woman, so I talk to a different one every week. I find my answers through different women. One might complete my need to be heard, while one might complete me physically. Have we ever complained about having more than one sister, or more than one uncle or aunt? It’s because each of them understands us at a different level. We need each one of them to feel complete, to be fully understood at all levels. One might think that I take advantage of them and do what suits my convenience, but the truth is that if we think that a woman doesn’t understand a man’s intention we are insulting her intelligence. They understand us much better than we understand them, and one can never establish any relationship with them, without their permission. It’s like a gift they have. So stop thinking of women as some stupid species that all and sundry take advantage of. They are much more intelligent that we give them credit for.
So please people I beg of you, let me live in peace and enjoy the wonderfulness of the company of a woman

Life, death and other ramblings!

What is life, a journey, a celebration, a treat to savour?And what is death, the inevitable, the loss of consciousness, the destination? What if one day suddenly the fine line between life and death gets blurred to such an extent that we are not sure which side are we in. This is not another sci-fi movie in the making but an actual event in the life of a friend. So let me introduce you to the lovely Gabriela and let her relate her own story.
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She was sitting in a restaurant overlooking the Ganges, holding a glass of greenish beverage. She felt quite comfortable up there, positioning her face in gentle breeze. The drink had a rather delicate taste and was tapped with a cap of white smooth spume. Her unconscious mind was however already getting aware that the burnt-like odor she smelt was coming from the burning bodies piled at the river’s bank; and that the sweet-like aroma in that very breeze was nothing else but moldiness. Actually, the musty smell was coming from the crowded lanes right below, lanes that have been running for centuries from the Ganges’ banks, full of filth, rats and feces; and have trapped her mind already earlier in the afternoon.

Without any warning sign from above, the buried gloomy feelings at a sudden shot out, turning bottom-up her perception of life and death. Was it an explosion in her mind or somewhere in the bowels of the building? She didn’t have the answers. She had just several confused ideas, her lifeless body tossed over a bed, surrounded by extremely pink walls. Was she dead? Most probably. Was she in heaven? Certainly not.

She was not surprised that she died - or that she didn’t get to heaven. She was expecting the moment of death instinctively all her life. She was much more astonished that a part of her conscious was still alive. How could she be so silly during her lifetime to doubt the after-life? And also - and more importantly – the concept of time completely crashed in pieces. She remembered most of the facts of her life but was unable to chain them down on a time line. All of them jumbled together, arising in her mind one by one but disarranged, without any chronology. She recalled the stories about sequences of pictures from the lifetime running in the head when dying – another sign that she was just leaving this world, if not done already. Besides, she started to feel hot sensation spreading slowly from the feet up her body. Are they already burning her at the Ganges? Without her mom and dad saying good-bye to her? She remembered their lovely faces with a deep sorrow. Her heart became beating so fast that even if she still wasn’t dead, she would definitely die from a heart attack sooner or later. Her conscious was not tied in her head any longer but was floating freely in the space instead. It was like if she could grasp another dimension of the cosmos in its eternity; her mind following different system, not bounded by the limits and rules of her physique envelope.

One point was very clear to her however. She knew she couldn’t stay trapped in there, wherever she was. It had to come to an end. Where will she wake up next morning? With a scream, all covered in blood from a new birth, her mind blank again? She didn’t want to forget. There were so many great people and things worth remembering. The next day, she woke up in the same room. Just the walls weren’t that pink anymore. She felt a burnt scar on her soul, wondering what a queer corner of her mind she just visited.

Life's biggest lessons!

I am no expert on how to live life, neither do I claim to know anything about anything, heck I am just 24. But these are just a few lessons I learnt from some of the successful people I have met. So here I go:
a) Be the most optimistic person you know.
b) It is very important to start Monday on a good note, it defines your whole week.
c) Learn something you will be proud of when you grow old.
d) Write, even if it means nobody understands it or appreciates it.
e) Have a sense of humour, develop the ability to laugh at yourself.
f) Ask out a girl/boy at least once. It's amazing the confidence it requires.
g) Run. Just take a day off and run, run fast, run away from the madness.
h) Make sure you always hug your parents.
i) Dress smartly, it reflects where you belong.
j) Have great friends, invest in the relationship.
k) Measure your success in terms of the number of happy moments you've had.
l) Try everything at least once.
m) Don't compare, try and synergise.
n) Marry only for love.
o) Try and learn from every mistake of yours.
p) Invest in a good suit.
q) Buy a cheap car but invest in the best house you can afford.
r) Be sporting, accept defeat.
s) Never allow yourself to indulge in self-pity.
t) Go on long walks and reflect on your day.
u) Laugh and then laugh some more.
v) Always greet everyone with a smile it is the warmest gesture you can show.
w) Be genuinely interested in people.
x) Think big, make sure you understand the bigger picture.
y) Take calculated risks, you never know when your idea will click!
z) Respect everyone, neither do you have the power to change the world nor do they.
and the last one which I feel was the most important lesson i learned is:
Enjoy everything, life isn't supposed to be this serious!
God bless everyone!!!!