What Women Want?

What women want?

A tight hug
A coffee mug
A bed to snug

A diamond ring
A caring king
A song to sing

A black dress
A pet to caress
No more stress


What women want?

Dark chocolate
A girl mate
A perfect date!

Her fairy tale
A shopping sale
A funny mail

A slumber night
A future bright
A friend who’d fight

What women want?

A perfect kiss
A friend to miss
Dessert bliss

Stilettos
A red rose
A love dose

An all time bag
Boy minus brag
A beauty tag

What women want?

A deal to gain
A walk in the rain
Love without pain

Too Late? Too Bad!

Its funny how we grow up listening to one group of people always whine around us, “Live with it, People change” and another group that says, “True Friends are forever, in the worst times as well”. I believed it until I discovered a theory of my own.

I don’t think people change, probably they were always the same but your perception has changed. Probably someone always told you how bad he was, but you were absolutely blinded and worshipped him blindly until a day arrived when there was no turning back. You’ve had enough of it and you say to yourself, “People do change, can’t believe he did this to me”.

“Friends are there in the worst times, but who says I need them only when I’ve had a break up, or when I’ve squabbled at home.” There are times when we wonder, “It’s such a big day in my life, such an important moment, and my friend who I thought cared isn’t there?” And maybe what that friend may assume is, “Oh she’s happy, so I’m happy! What more does she want?”

And by the time we realize that, probably it’s too late, perceptions have altered, friends have flawed, the dead end has arrived in port but people around you still persist, “Live with it!”

City Caretakers!

Mumbai is divided with two categories of people - one that think about the city and are worried about it and the other that think about the city, are worried about it and are doing something to protect it. Now here's the irony that I came across today...

Every day on my journey to office I pass the Mahim church road... Today when I got into the bus, it was fortunately not crammed, guess I was lucky enough. I swooped onto the window seat. YEYY! Just as I was admiring the gorgeous unsoiled roads of Mumbai, *cough (sarcasm)*, I happened to see the walls filled with the names of some local Romeos and Juliets. And the ever famous ‘do not spit here’ sign festooned with pan pichkaris. I wasn’t surprised at all.. What surprised me was the next wall, which had some really amazing words inscribed or to be frank scribbled with chalk! "Global warming is drying the lakes. Be prepared for 50% water cut. Don't waste water. Reduce, recycle reuse."

Wow! What a thought, and the last thing they could’ve done is to destroy another public property to pass on the wonderful social message!

The discovery of the third category of people, VOILA! They think about the city, worry about it and smash up the city in some other way to get their point across. Keep it up guys!

Success?

Success they say, is the way you perceive it to be… But I still don’t get the hang of it!? Cuz there are scores of times when I feel successful…

When somebody who once looked down upon me… calls me for help,
When I go to my favorite store to shop without a second thought,
I feel successful.

When I come home and lay that cheque into my mum’s palm,
When my dad points out to me and says “That’s my daughter!”
Yeah, I feel successful.

When the one I adore tells me how much he’s proud of me…
When my friends tell me how much they love me…
I feel successful.

So that’s my perception, I don’t know how far I’m from success for the world,
But in my opinion, I’ve triumphed! Cuz the more you run after success, the farther it seems, the instant you believe you’ve got it, trust me it’ll sustain!

A Ray of Hope..

Miles away… she says.. He flew away..
The memories still lay beneath... she closes her eyes and imagines him…
Miles away… she thinks… you flew away…
She goes right in and sits where usually... they sat…
She closes her eyes and imagines him right there right besides her…
Miles away… she asks her god… why did he fly away?

She walks the lane, she crosses the road, she looks right there..
"He used to wait for me there…" she says to herself
She imagines him there… just a silhouette…
She runs up to him and tells him…
"Miles away… we were apart… I missed you…
why did u have to fly away?"

He smiles... he embraces her…
Like he always did…
He holds her closer and whispers…
"Miles away… I did fly away… But I’m still here… right here with you…
In your heart… On your mind…
Just a moment away…
Just a thought away…"

yea... vr the teens!!

These are our Teenage Years...
The Best Dayz Of Our Lives (dun wana get older)

*BiG DREAMZ ... STUPiD FiGHTS*
*SLEEPY DAYZ ... ENDLESS NiGHTS*
*BROKEN HEARTS ... MASCARA TEARS*
*MOBiLE BiLLS & CREDiT CARD FEARS*
*CLOTHES TOO TiGHT ... SHOES TOO HiGH*
*OUT PAST CURFEW ... ANOTHER LiE*
*EYESHADOW COLOUR ... MiDNiGHT BLACK*
*LiPGLOSS FLAVOUR ... CHERRY ATTACK*
*LUViN THE STARS ... BOYS WiTH CARS*
*JEWLERRY & RiNGS ... FASHiON & THiNGS*
*DESiGNER NAMES ... DRiNKiN GAMEZ*

THAT iS A TASTE OF THE TEENAGE YEARS...
WHEN PROBLEMS ARE TOO BiG FOR TEARS........

jus 1 moment... means soo mch!!

In one moment,
u cn tel sumone hw mch u love dem...
without eva sayin nythin...
4 dat one moment,
u feel safe, secure,nd happy in deir arms.
4 dat one moment,
u dun think bout all the hard times in ur life...
all u think bout is dat,
tis person dat u r embracin...
4 dat one moment,
loves u as much as u love dem...
u jus take a deep breath nd hold it in u,
tryin 2 tk in evrythin u feel,
while u re hugging dis person,
who says dey care bout u more dan nythin...
bt only 4 dat one moment....
do u feel dis way,
der r a million oda moments dat,
u feel d exact opposite;
lonely, insecure, nd....
doubtful ov evrythin in life....

They call her sleepin beauty... bt dun let her sleeeeep!!

yes dats absolutely ryt!!
dun get 2 sleeeeep at all!!
teens dn lisen 2 deir parents... watch tv til late... nd dis addiction called d internet... wuf! y wud ne1 want 2 hit d sack early... oh nd hw cn i 4get d oxygen of evry teenager... MObILE fOne!!
nuin 2 do.. les text sm1... nt sleepy... lets js call sm1... its js 50 paise yaa..
datss xactly wtt i do...
nd ders dis weird aunty in my neighbourhood... whu wakes up at 5 in d mrnin... hw on earthh!! dats my midnyt!!
i sleep at 3 sm1 plz mk her undrstnd.. plz ask her 2 stop singin evry mrnin!!
get up at 7 2 go 2 dis place called college...
frnkly dats 1 place i hat goin 2!! cuz its sooo borinnnnnnn!!
d profs seem 2 hv cm frm sm vernaculer medium skool... keep yellin all d tym... wt r u guys tryin 2 do?? wake us up?? get us outta our dreamss!! all i gotta say is keep tryinn!!
nahh im nt bein rude... rememba ur days guyss!!!!!
nd den if u try 2 sleep in d afternoon der hs 2 b sm urgent wrk dat wil hv2 cum up evry bloody afternoon..
project.... play pracs... or maybe ur bst frn fot wit her bf!!
nd u js feel lik sayin gudnyt 2 all dese ppl bt d wrld keeps sayin KUK DOO KUU!!