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- Hi guys out there! Well, stories have been my first love because they make life. We all have stories to talk about, stories untold, stories locked in our hearts. I have been writing stories ever since they influenced me. Here I am with three fiction novels in my kitty. If you have a story you want to talk about, you can always write to me. Here you'll find my blog posts too which are sometimes funny and stupid because I choose to write what prevails within me. About me on a personal note: I love to write at any time. Some day, I want to be the person who creates a tiny difference in the book world. Apart from that, I do have commom interests just like anybody else with an extra tint of passion for books. You can always write to me here firstname.lastname@example.org or check my website here - www.chitalmehta.info
Friday, November 13, 2009
I never pondered over the thought which has been an age old saying ‘laughter is the best medicine’ until one day when I didn’t have nothing to laugh at. True to words, laughter is essentially important to release bad vibes and toxins from within yourself. I have also realized that not everyone is lucky to able to laugh anytime, anywhere.
To give a hearty laugh is the best gift you can give to another person. He or she might not remember you tomorrow but people generally don’t forget those who make them laugh until their stomach aches and their eyes water.
Consider yourself lucky if you happen to be surrounded by people who make you laugh a lot. That is something which not all people get in their everyday lives. You don’t need a very solid reason to laugh about but all you need is someone who can crack silly dumb jokes. You don’t have to use much of your brains to understand a joke which is why laughter makes you light. Laugher is not a brain grinding session (I know many people who use their heads to laugh, pity them:( )
I might not have all the things which a rich man would boast about, I might not have the most luxurious things in my kitty but I still feel damn lucky to be alive each day, each minute. I have a reason to laugh daily and I also have people around me who can make me laugh which is why I don’t see myself less than the man who has become a millionaire. I am grateful to all those who made me laugh for it is laughter that colors life with memories, not money or fame or success.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
How do you know when or more particularly, who your Mr. Perfect or Ms. Perfect is? Will there be guitars in the background when you look at your beloved thinking ‘are you the one’? Will God drop a sign telling that your better half soul mate hunt has finally ended now? Will it be the time when you are drenched in rain stuck in heavy traffic in the midst of chaos, that you’ll steal glance at the one who pulls the strings of your heart? Ah! Man, only if it happened that way every single time, it would be easier to choose partners. Unfortunately, that just isn’t the case, huh! You are still required to use your five senses, to check if she/he is the one and probably the sixth one too, if you have any.
Do you like him?
It can be confusing, mind crushing and brain grinding task to pick a guy who is good for you (can be more difficult when you meet the wrong ones all along). Here is a ten step scale which will let you know what you are looking for in that dream guy of yours.
1. Check if he is polite. Guys who are rude and sarcastic are less likely to be passed by girls who like gentle talks.
2. Does he treat you well? Girls usually like to start with friendship and not ‘Shall-we-go-for-a-movie’ first time he meets.
3. Ohmigod! Hope that is not the impression he gives you. Check if he smells good which will show he uses something called ‘deos’.
4. Over the phone, check if he is getting too mushy mushy. Guys who do that prove what they want from you.
5. Is he a listener? Try discussing your bad day with him. Does he lend a sympathetic ear or does he talk about the movie he saw with his pals?
6.Is he overly possessive? Some guys can’t stand even if their girl talks to just girls. Talking to guys usually leads to world war.
7. Check the way he dresses when you go out on a date. Dressing sense and body language speaks lot.
8. Also try introducing a couple of your friends. Does he try to get too close to them? Draw the line right there.
9. Does he make promises and ogles over the phone with another girl? He might justify that he is just friends with her. Chances are he is playing the fool with you and her.
10. When outside with him, does he try to get physical the first thing? If so, ask for the rest room politely and walk out from there. He just wants S-E-X.
Do you like her?
Well, even guys need an aid when it comes to choosing a better half. Follow this to avoid a bitter-half.
1. Does she throw a pass at you? If not, you could be very well wasting your time. Some girls like to let guys trot around them for no reason.
2. Am I beautiful? If this is what she talks about most time, she certainly is bothered about her gloss than global warming.
3. Check if she over reacts for the slightest jokes you make. Some girls tend to be rude at whatever you speak.
4. Is she trying to dominate you? Then move away from her right there.
5. Does she call to check if your phone is on waiting in the middle of the night? Beware; she is playing the spy-girl-friend.
6. Ok, so you were just talking to one of your colleagues the other day. But this becomes a heated argument. Girls can be extra possessive.
7. I-want-all-of-your-time. Sounds great but you have family and friends too. Does she let you go out with your folks or does she throw tantrums each time you make a plan?
8. Is she burning a hole in your wallet? Some girls tend to focus on fat wallets rather than guys of whatever size.
9. Is she too scared to speak for you? Sometimes girls tend to give in to fear as to what others think. Man, people talk all the times but we have a life too.
10. Filter out if she is the kind of girl who actually wants a relationship or is she just using you for security reasons.
Disclaimer: The above steps are just a way to know who is for you and who not. Eventually, it is up to you to decide who stays and who walks out of your life. Cheers!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Now, just when I thought that I had settled in my life with the perfect set of people and perfect schedule, I get a roomie. Wow! (ugggggggggh, I am groaning inside). That was the last thing I needed. Well, anyway there was this girl who landed from a southern part of southern India who wore this look of calmness and innocence that could draw anyone but not me. I was too busy to notice new people in my life. I genuinely do not have the time for new ones. Cos I felt it was hard enough to find time for the old friends, new ones would just raise expectations. That was something I never wanted.
She, my new room mate, stayed calm for a week watching my activities which included returning from office, staying on calls, working on my lappy, stay on late night calls and drift off to sleep, get up next morning, rush to the bathroom, rush through the morning blues to get dressed up and land in office. (So you notice I don’t have time for new people physically or virtually). But one Friday, conversation struck between us and I thought it was not wrong to know another new person for a while.
What happened in the next few days baffled me completely. My room mate turned out to be the most talkative person on earth. Man, was I losing patience? She could talk for ages about life, love, religion and philosophy. Now, philosophy was the last thing I needed after a hectic day at office. Only when I had forced myself to switch off my mobile world to spare time for writing, my passion, she would spring to life to have night discussions.
I lack the ability to say no. For a while, I still tolerated what she had to say until realized it was she who needed more people to talk to. I, on the other hand, had enough in my life already. Pity worked for while but later on, I gave her the sign that I was simply too busy for late night philosophy. And here I am on my schedule back again. I do think if I have hurt her somewhere but then I can’t help it. It is not possible to be available for all people you meet, can you?
Monday, October 5, 2009
Finally, I had to listen to him for another forty five minutes in which he explained how he had become friends with a girl in college, how she cared for him when he fell sick or missed classes, how phone calls started, how they had become the best of friends… all this seemed like a common story which happens in every campus almost every day. I felt like yawning when he suddenly broke the news that she had proposed him. No big deal, friends do fall for each other, I thought.
Sadly, this friend of mine had just been brought alive from a break up so another relationship was just too much for him to handle which led him to the refusal of the proposal. A chain of events follow now which when I heard from him, really caught my attention.
She started pestering him to love her back- he kept denying- she begged him to be friends- he agreed thinking the denial would hurt her too much- she got obsessed with him- she calls him out- he refused flatly and switches off his phone- she pops in pills and slits her wrist- people around panic including him- doctors are called- friends and family are worried- she is put under intensive care.
My friend called me up because he did not know what was to be done. He wanted to get away with the situation without having a stain on his name. I told him that it was his fault that he gave lot of space for her to develop such fantasies which when denied led her to a suicide attempt. My friend, who was helpless, said that he just did not love her and never thought she would go to this extremes.
My first thought was ‘man, that girl has got real guts. You need guts to kill yourself, right’. But if one wanted to show guts there were many other things to do like running in traffic, climbing Mount Everest, watching a horror movie all alone, etc…. but why suicide?
Why would anyone want to suicide? I thought deeper and decided that suicide was definitely not courageous. It signified weakness not to face the real universe by waking up from the surreal world.
If by any chance the screws of your brain loosen up and you feel like ending up yourself, just follow these steps.
· Remember, nothing, nothing at all is permanent so this also applies to sadness. When you’re ready to experience happiness, sadness also comes along with the package.
· Expect, dream and hope. But always be prepared for anything to happen.
· Cry, break things, shout at anybody- the walls, the house, over the phone or anything. Just let the tension seep away.
· Being emotional shows human but letting emotions kill you is inhuman. So, have control over your thoughts and emotions which turn into actions.
· Have a lot of friends no matter what. Believe me; it works wonders to have friends around you.
· Have faith in yourself and God (if you’re not an atheist).
It just takes a minute of unnecessary thinking to commit suicide. It also takes a minute of thoughtful, mature and common sense thinking to understand that life is precious. So, accept that suicide is stupid.
I told my friend not to worry and that the girl will surely learn a lesson that life is not worth throwing away for things that are not in your life.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Staying alone can sometimes feel really great especially when you are on your own with nobody to bother you with anything to do. It’s an awesome feeling to stay independent without having anybody to shout orders or thump their expectations on you.
That was me trying to live life to the fullest thinking I could handle everything on my own. That was me thinking that I was an independent girl who could face all the situations single handedly. Well, I was not entirely wrong. I have become a person who can actually lead a life without depending on anybody for anything and I was proud of the fact that I was living the word ‘independent’ with each passing day.
Things were perfectly fine. A smooth life is what one can expect for from the fates and mine was the kind which one would envy to live for. I had everything one could ask for from life. But sometimes, even when you have the best of everything you can feel the emptiness clinging to your heart.
I had all the materialistic things I could dream of but I lacked the most crucial part of life. Friendship. I had people who wanted to care for me, who craved for my company, who wanted to share their happiness with me but I turned them down quite selfishly. Though I had reached the stage where maturity is said to grow in a person automatically, I realized I needed experiences to teach me the value of people.
Then came a time when loneliness, which once seemed like a blessing felt like a curse. I missed being cared, missed being a part of a gang, and missed being called for holidays even when I didn’t have the mood, missed being with people called friends.
When realization dawns, there always a way. It’s not too late to change yourself when you really know what you want from life. Since then, I have understood the value of having friends in my life. They are not the ones who are there only to add happiness but they are those gifts who become your family when you don’t have one, they share your sadness as if it were their own, they listen to your silly problems which can be actually silly, they add life to your years which can never be replaced.
I want to thank all those people who considered me worthy enough to be their friend, who cared for me when I least understood the meaning of being there for each other, who laughed with me without holding any expectations and those who taught me what life is when friends are around.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
It’s been a month since the scare of swine flu has gripped almost everyone in the country. The pandemic has been sending waves of fear through the masses each time a life succumbs to the devious tentacles of the virus.
The media has done a great job by underlining that anything you do or anywhere you go, you might just catch the flu from the oxygen-filled air. The front page of every newspaper carries the tales of the deaths which are exaggerated by every inch possible.
I would not condemn the media to fill in the mass with the news of the life taker. It is very important to stay aware of the deep pit rather than falling into it. But it certainly is not going to help if we chose to live with the thought of catching the flu each time we touch, eat, talk or move outside. It’s like living life in death which has not yet come.
Every problem has a solution and so does this one too. Precaution and awareness are the measures which have to be stressed on. It is important to realize that our thoughts have great power. Thinking about the disease over and over is like attracting it into your life. The more you focus your thoughts on a thing, the more you prone to receive it. That’s how life works.
It is acceptable that something which is life threatening tends to create panic but it is essential to maintain you’re cool only to take the best decision. Let us stop fretting the future and create ways to fight the disease. Life is really short to worry. And letting a flu create fright across the nation is like inviting it all over. Let us not make that happen.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The pathetic part is that you know you can’t do that, so you end up including the “f” word in your so-called English vocabulary.
I recently heard a conversation between two collegians discussing their boyfriends.
G1: hiya, how is your life goin… mine is fucking worse.
G2: oh, tell me about it.. I got this fucking boyfriend of mine who makes me think each time why in the world I fell for his fucking stories.
G1: oh, ok.. that’s sad…. Hey, did I tell you I broke up with my two-day-old boy friend cos I caught him roaming around with a fucking female on his fucking red bike.
G2: fuck man…. You kidding me.. he seemed so sweet.
G1: that is the prob.. guys are always so fucking sweet but it takes an overnight for them to turn sour.
G2: great. I am not able to get rid of my fucking boyfriend… though I told him to fuck off.. he thinks it is great idea that if he trots around me like a fucking kid I might take him back.
G1: I know guys are so fuckin dumdheads.
G2: yup, so let us see how far can we put up with our fuckin boy friends.
It can be seen that no conversations last without the aid of at least one ”f” word. Things around us are so irritating that every other person gets the “f” word stuck to his tongue. Did you know that the “f” word is horribly contagious too. It was not long before I noticed that I had unknowingly passed on the “f” word to my younger brother who is just sixteen. The other day I heard him over the phone that went somewhat like this.
“are you sure…fuck man”
“god.. are you crazy or what”
“fuck you … you ass”.
I had my eyeballs reaching the ceiling, as I never wanted this to happen. How the hell do I get him to spit the “f” word off his tongue forever. Getting rid of the “f” word was like trying to give up smoking or drugs. I had tried several attempts but in vain. All I did was to summon my brother and give him a nice thrashing and I threatened him if he ever used the “f” word.
As if it were the most innocent thing to do, he asked, ‘ok, why don’t you give me a list of the fowl words I am supposed to use?’
May be it was too late. When I myself had difficulty to kick the “f” word, how do I ask my bro to give up. That was the first time I wished there was an “ANTI -FUCK WORD USAGE COMMUNITY” providing therapy sessions to cure people to give up the “f” word.
However, I realized very soon the major impact of the “f” word one day when I was busily collecting a few papers lying over the floor.
‘fuck… fuck…I hate this.. fuck man… ,’ I uttered, quite accidentally of course.
Up ahead, I saw the disapproval on my professor’s face. I could literally feel the words “you are fired” dancing in his mouth waiting to vomit on me. He gave me a stern look and walked away. The “f” word is no longer in my dictionary. Still, I can’t help it sitting on the tip of my tongue each time things get messy. Not many realize the impact of the “f” word.
Sometimes it can cost you your pal’s feelings too. So next time when you have this sudden urge of using the “f” word, swallow it inside your mouth tactfully and trust me, you save a lot of terrible things in your life.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
So here I am writing about how is it to survive in an Indian home as a GIRL!!! Well, I would not rule out that as a bad option on the basis of me being one and I know it’s not that bad at all. India has grown from the transition of being a girl child welcomer from an anti-girl baby ogre.
This is quite a transformation which of course took ages and lessons for the Indians to learn to grasp the idea that girls need not and should not be a taboo in homes.
Playing a female role in an Indian home is quite an experience. Despite some Indians having an aversion towards the girl child community, there are still a number if Indians who treat the females in par with a Goddess.
She is showered with all love and care. Though always treated minor to a male, an Indian girl is taught to be emotionally strong. Sometimes, so strong that she can tolerate any kind of treatment to the maximum. She can also avenge if been asked to walk against her values and ideals.
Gone are those times when an Indian girl was shunned to study further or was not able to choose a life partner of her choice. She is not just the “Home maker” anymore. Times are changing tremendously laying an impact on the minds of Indian regarding the female right of way.
She is still allowed to make all her dreams come true, still allowed to touch the sky, still allowed to fly high in the air but at the end of the day she is expected to remember that she always has a parent or a spouse or a child waiting for her. She has responsibilities to fulfill as an Indian girl is taught to love her family, to take care of them, to be there whenever needed no matter how important her world of dreams mean to her.
Fighting against all the challenges imposed in an Indian home, the lady of today has learnt to balance her dreams, her passions and interests without having to compromise on her family errands.
I would say I am lucky to be a girl in an INDIAN home.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I have become a regular traveler of train since the day my job shifted to Chennai. There were many instances when I had to travel alone. I always thought it was a great liberation to have a confirm ticket in your hand after the anxious ages of waiting to get them confirmed.
But I was wrong. Getting a confirm ticket is just not all. I realized this one summer night when I was scheduled to board a train around ten thirty. Dressed in a short top and jeans, clutching the ticket in one hand with the baggage in the other, I stepped into the train only to find the compartment scarcely occupied. Beside my berth were seated five bachelors.
Their presence somehow made me uncomfortable though I distracted myself playing mobile games and munching on snacks.
As the night wore on, I could sense the men discussing me. I prayed desperately for the women breed to appear from nowhere.
I sighed with relief at the sight of the TTR. Immediately, I explained him my distressed situation. He listened carefully and shifted me to a berth which was crowded but adaptable.
At the moment, I resolved never to travel alone unless necessary.
In the next compartment, I encountered three old ladies fighting for space over my seat. To my annoying disappointment, they would not budge an inch which made it impossible for me to doze.
It was then that I realized that no journey can be assumed to be comfortable. Even though my ticket was confirmed, comfort was not guaranteed. I guess life also works in a similar way. We just have to mould ourselves to the situations that arise. It’s truly said that one should be prepared for anything in life.
My current train journeys, though not very enjoyable ones, have come to terms that I will have to adjust those few hours to reach my destination. We all have to cross phases of life which are often not in our favor to reach a favorable position. From the train journey, I learnt that simple things in life can teach important lessons.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Phew! Sometimes I feel why did there have to be something called currency followed by the mad race to absorb more of it which never seems to stop. The word m-o-n-e-y can actually make you do some of the most craziest things which made you wish you never had to do them.
Well, one day when destiny thought it was smart enough to teach me a lesson to stop being a miser, the very day also happened to be the most embarrassing one for me. It was a lesson which also taught me the dangers of skating on thin ice which can be avoided with the use of little brains.
I was new to Chennai, a city in southern India which welcomed me with a huge culture shock with regard to food and climate. As they say time changes everything, I somehow got the habitual bug inside me and I was in sync with the city. Weekends were usually spent with few of my new pals whom I had befriended in a short while.
One evening it so happened that I was travelling in a local train after the meet out with friends. I knew I had enough brains but on that particular day, I think I had too much of it. I purposely boarded the train without a ticket thinking it was fun to be a little mischievous at times.
Happily, I hopped out of the train at my destination feeling proud of my naughty achievement for the day. As I walked, I got the shock of my life when I spotted a man checking the tickets of the passengers who were making their way outside the station. I froze unsure of how to react. I fumbled in my bag pretending to look for the ticket with fear gripping the insides of my ribs.
I visualized me being harassed by the man if he found out that I had been travelling ticket less. This was the worst thing a girl should face in a station, I thought depressingly.
“Oh yeah, it is because of your stupidity”, a voice inside my head told me and I realized it was true. For the millionth time, that minute I told myself I should have bought the ticket. Over smartness really pays off.
With a teary eye, I approached the ticket checker and told him stories of how I lost my ticket and that I was a loner in the city. To my utter surprise, he fell for my bare lies. I rushed to the entrance feeling like a free bird after the trauma. That was it. Since then, never ever have I tried travelling without a ticket because I realized it is really not worth being greedy at times. Being smart is good, over smartness is being silly.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Hailing from north, it was difficult to get used to rice, the main food course in south. Language also stood as a major obstacle in making friends.
The first two months posed to be a disaster in Rani’s life. She fell into depression as she did not have a single friend to share her feelings with. At work, people minded their own business and moved on to their ways. This left Rani wondering if she would ever get any solace in the new city.
At one point, she gave up finding new friends and so her routine included a very materialistic life style comprising of work and tasks to be done.
One evening as Rani retuned from work, she heard a commotion in the neighborhood. Peering outside the window, she noticed that a family was moving in with their luggage. Probably, new tenants, though Rani with a sigh. Closing the window, Rani went of to bed thinking what an awful life she was living without her family.
The next morning Rani noticed that a crippled boy of around eleven was sitting on the porch and praying. She recalled that the boy belonged to the new family and felt sorry for him. As she passed his house, they exchanged a warm smile. The day turned out to be bad at work. Rani’s boss had dumped a hell lot of workload on her which absorbed every ounce of her energy. Her instincts told her that the future was going to be hectic.
On reaching home, the weariness of the day took on her. She felt utterly alone and helpless. Sitting on the terrace, she cried her heart out. All the suppressed feelings over the past few months came tumbling over.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was the crippled boy. He looked at Rani with the most innocent expression on his face. Rani wiped her tears as he sat beside her.
“Daddy says if you pray all your problems will be solved,” spoke up the little boy.
“No, it doesn’t. God just gives more and more problems,’ snapped back Rani irritated by the God talk.
“Daddy also says that if God gives you problems he gives you the strength to bear them,’ said the little boy.
Rani blinked at his statement wondering if it could be true. She never really thought much about god.
That night as Rani sat in her bed, she prayed. She prayed to god to give her strength to solve her problems. Things started falling into place. Rani somehow felt good about the life she was living. She made few friends who were very thoughtful.
After about two months, Rani knocked on the neighbor’s door.
She looked around for the little boy until a lady with a wrinkled face emerged. Rani asked about the guy. In return the lady answered, ‘The little boy was suffering from cancer due to which he died two weeks earlier. The family has shifted back to their hometown’. Rani felt numb on hearing this.
Later that night, Rani felt thankful for having met that guy though it had been for a short while. He has taught her the importance of prayer which changed her life. She prayed for his soul to rest in peace.
“God always gives the strength to bear our troubles”
It was the time when homosexual couples were kinda OK in the west but a complete no-this-isn’t-happening-in-India-ever attitude publicized by the Indians. Gays were not given equal rights and were looked upon with contempt. Looking at this, I was convinced that this Gay thing will surely drive humans to extinction. I decided that Gays were disrupting the natural course of human existence and that they should be given treatment to think straight.
Think straight!!! Whoa, it was us who were not thinking straight. On pondering over the thought, I felt who are we to decide the choice of sexual orientation of any human being on earth. Just because, somebody ages ago came up with a rule that man and women are supposed to have sex, where was it written that a man could not and should not love another man? Nowhere, but it is written in our minds that being Gay is a sin.
The saying holds true for almost anything “Nothing is permanent”. So, when I say nothing, I mean the hatred towards the whole Gay issue is not going to last forever. Down the line, ten years later, Gays will already have found a place to survive in the human race. Count me on that.
When we know that we are not the decision makers for ones’ choice of sexual partner, why not let them live in peace than making it any worser? Get the point that nobody chooses to be a Gay by purpose but it is just the way they are, the way we are straight.
Let’s not make it any tougher for them by giving a hard time. We are already in a stage where interference in another’s life is not even a thinkable option so let us allow things to rest.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
We do not know who invented it but the word “ex” found its way to mean something that is previous or occurred previously in our life. We can see people talking about their EX’es even in their present life. Everybody seems to have had an “ex” in his or her life before settling for a permanent one. People constantly seem to be in discussions about their ex-girlfriends, ex-boyfriends, ex-wives, ex-friends, ex-husbands, ex-affairs, ex-relationships, ex-bosses, ex-families and so much of “ex” seems to be in their lives.
Do people get tired so easily that they replace each other as if they would change mobile phones or the color of the walls to be painted or change jobs?
People have become so intolerable to accept the indifferences that lie in the other person. Are we in the search of perfection? Though we know that nobody is perfect, how can we possibly seek for a perfect person or a perfect job or a perfect relationship?
One can detect two problems here with the present generation, which is showing a dramatic advancement in technology and also relationships. Firstly, we do not seem to be satisfied with what life offers us and are in the constant urge of getting more and better which is why we end up skipping for people and relationships. Secondly, we get tired of routine that forces us to see the same people everyday. Instead of making oneself interesting, we tend to change people to suit ourselves so that life can be interesting.
Things can work in the order of being worn out and could be replaced but it does not and should not apply with people. The rules, which were laid down by our ancestors of having only one companion for a whole life, seems to be losing out. It is not that difficult to stay with one person unless of course they start treating each other like human beings instead of things that need to be replaced.
The “ex” factor should be ruled out from relationships and it is time people stop accumulating a list of Ex’es. Being bugged with gadgets or the same costume can be acceptable but lives would be better if people, instead of being bugged from each other, would spend their time in understanding each other.
I hope that people would rather talk about the present lives than talking about the “‘ex’ es” as it is not going to lead us anywhere. Changing ourselves would help us in a great deal instead of running around for the right one and having an ‘ex’ beside us.