THE POEM CALLED LIFE

the boys are busy and are attracted to the same sex for company the girls are busy feeding them with intervals of  tea and bites ( we hate it!) otherwise the girls are just catching up on gossip at peace ( we love it) the roads are empty the mannequins dressed in team attire Ind Vs Pak equates to be more than just a game but the sales people at shops go blank the eardrum receives endless streams of commentaries the office is as silent as the match is the Alt and Tab keys suffer if your status msg doesn't have cricket you are ignored every advertisement has to feature a cricketer the remote has a single owner the whole nation's patriotic veins pop-out PS. While my whole world is watching cricket I type....All the hype never gets to me...After all its just another game!  UPDATE: Well yes I am here to tell you that I got bitten by the Cricket bug. It was a great match afterall. The Sri Lankans were equally deserving and that made the win more meaningful. For o...

Parents -Kids In western countries children are independent even before they finish their primary education. They earn and support themselves at a very early age. They move out or the parents request them to move out of the house and find their own place when they are 18. Why doesn't this happen in India? Here the parents plan for their child's future and save for the kids. They live their whole lives building their child's future.Is this right? My Opinion - The western trend is good in a way.But there should not be any alienation. I feel the child has to be independent but has to grow up within the network of the family bonds. The concept of the family must not be lost.The parents need to understand to live their life to the fullest so that they don't expect too much from their children and vice versa. Family System Ages ago when families were large the joint family system did work. The wives maintained the home and children while the husbands worked and managed ...

Can a woman...yes I said A woman get up from her office seat, walk down the stairs, cross the road, to the bunk kadai (the small tea stall) and drink a cuppa tea with a biscuit without being stared at?????????? No. I didn't try....and I don't have the guts to...but love to do that. Maybe at a restaurant or a cafe it would be fine ...now that's a slight relief ...since 10 years ago even that wouldn't  go unnoticed..... PS. The pains of being a South Indian Woman?