social networking ... the dialogue

Husband --- I was never a social person, though not anti social. But ever since I am wired (read as networked) things have changed a bit, for good sure.

Wife --- I was always a social person. My world was full of people, expression and expectations. But things have changed since I am married. (Read as unwired)

 Husband --- I feel new breath, with increased breadth of old friends, I lost them in professional world.

Wife --- As we are becoming technologically literate we are becoming emotionally illiterate. I miss the face to face communication, the personal touch.

Husband --- But it’s good to be in touch now, we know what’s happening in others’ life and also what’s not happening.

Wife --- That’s what I call fakebook, I am not interested in anything and everything in others’ life. That too publicly, what about privacy.

Husband --- I never liked gossiping but it’s good sometimes, that spicy news.

Wife --- But at what cost, fun on personal information ???

Husband --- Why only friends, we can linked in with like minded people.

Wife --- What about heart.

Husband --- But I really liked that tweet, there are abundant viewpoints now, sources to conclude our decision.

Wife --- Please don’t mix emotions and money, nothing is free, people are making money out of it.

Husband --- I think you are just acting selfish,

Wife --- I just hate selfies,

Husband --- Hmm, I take this point, at times it is too private.

Wife --- There you are, it is crossing the personal level.

Husband --- But if you use it sincerely and in a limited way, it can be a tool for growth.

Wife --- But you know what, addiction is unlimited.

Husband --- I know from where you are coming, but you can’t completely ignore the useful information.

Wife --- You don’t know the other useless information, your answer ‘nothing’ to my question what’s up? When I know you are browsing unnecessary thing, says it all.

Husband --- You are blaming, I am not always hooked to it.

Wife --- always …

Husband --- There is nothing wrong in being judicious.

Wife --- Ok, make a 'just' attempt.  

slow simple pleasures

This seems out of syllabus for my style of writing, slow and simple as except the ‘s’ these words are out of purview. To the point of imagination I only like spicy, that is the ‘s’ for me. Over a casual discussion, this title popped up so I cook something pleasurable … slowly and keep the intent simple.

I have often been tagged as slow, though I am fine with this tag except for its relationship with the word lazy. There is not a thin line but a big difference between these two words. Whatever physics I have learnt being slow is relative so that’s an individual perspective. So there is no harm with the speed.

To keep it simple for me is to keep it yourself; everyone is simple in their own world. Things only get complicated when we become more materialistic and thus simplicity becomes immaterial.

We often tend to derive pleasure from complex things and thus miss the important ingredient of pleasure …. Liking ….

So if you are taking a time put to understand pleasure …. You are not slow and once you ignore speed …. You will notice simple things and you never know these may be your carpe diem moments.

she persisted, i resisted, still i lost

They say sweet tooth, mine are all super sweet tooths, (I know yaar grammatically incorrect but emotionally correct) so much am in love that won’t mind marrying a halwai's daughter. 

Only once I felt bad about my love for sweet when a colleague said, तुझे ज्यादा ज़रूरत है क्यूंकि तेरी ज़बान कड़वी है | सही बात है ज़बान कड़वी तो है, पर मीठा तो मीता होता है|

बरहाल बात कल रात की है, 4th day on the GM diet ... I lost myself to

After successfully completing day 1 of GM diet, trailer of badlapur launced when I saw her. Though day one is easy as it is full of fruits, पर वो तो वो है |
Entire night she kept knocking the door so that I open it and she can get in my room but I resisted successfully.                                        

I struggled whole day on day 2, only vegetables and I missed her like anything. I saw her near microwave while I was making tea. She too was gazing me from her right eye. Suddenly my mom intervened and asked me what for the dinner. Sigh … I survived.

Day 3 is probably the toughest and for me it was a dual test, I would have failed miserably when I could not resist myself and touched her. But thanks to fortunes   I came out clean.                                                                                                                                                                                           
Day 4, 

आज office में बहुत ज्यादा काम था, घर पहुंचा तब बहुत थका हुआ था | सिर्फ २ banana shake पुरे दिन भर, can’t imagine I survived. Veg Soup
पीने के बाद सीधे सो गया.... जल्दी में room का gate बंद नहीं किया |
@ around 11, she sneaked into my room, कुछ हलचल सुनी तो मैं उठा और लाइट खोली देखा की she was sitting right there on the left corner of the bed.

That was the moment, when I lost it, I closed the light and enjoyed her completely from top to bottom, divine she was  ... my dearest kaju katli ...

                                                                       and I slept happily ever after…

Smoking is Injurious to Heart

This is the third instalment on my smoking journey, and it’s now been a 

month since I last had my ciggu. We all know that smoking is hazardous to our health, but recently I discovered that it can also be injurious to the heart —emotionally, that is—through two unforgettable experiences.

Links of first two instalments 

https://downpourcreations.blogspot.com/2011/07/smokers-delight.html     https://downpourcreations.blogspot.com/2011/04/cigarette-smoking-is-injurious-to.html

The Unexpected Cigarette Gift

 

One cold winter night, at an odd hour, a non-smoker friend surprised me with a pack of cigarettes. Smokers will understand the significance of this gesture in winter—it’s practically a lifeline. Honestly, I had already given up the thought of smoking that night, assuming all the paan shops were closed. But this unexpected gift caught me off guard. My friend called it “going the extra mile,” but for me, it was an injury to the heart—an emotional one.

 

In life, we encounter many moments that touch our hearts, but this gesture struck me in a way that felt more impactful than any effects of smoking. It wasn’t just a thoughtful gift—it was an emotional surprise I didn’t see coming.

 

Sharing a Cigarette with Her

 

Sharing is a lesson we learn in many walks of life, but sharing a cigarette with a beautiful woman takes it to another level. कई साल पहले सुना था की एक नशे पर दूसरा नशा नहीं करना चाहिए, मतलब उस दिन समझ आया | 

एक आतिश जमाल हसीना और उस पर cigarette, दोहरा नशा तो होना ही था |

 

She was stunning, and combined with the cigarette, it was a double intoxication. I’ve shared cigarettes with countless people, but the pleasure of sharing it with her was something else. It wasn’t the nicotine that got me—it was the lip balm. More potent than any nicotine ever made, her lip balm made me feel weaker than I’d ever felt, though I’ve held that cigarette with pride so many times before. Forget vitamin E—this was vitamin P.

 

Somehow, I survived the “attack” of the lip balm, but the next day, I was done in by another puff. This time, it was the red lipstick on the cigarette butt. Normally, the filter is the part you discard without a second thought, but this one—stained with her lipstick—felt priceless. The very thing I always liked, the cigarette filter, was now an injury to my heart.

 

 

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