Growling Tiger from the blanket of his house will certainly give an impression of a big threatening dog. My neighbor does not even require a board on perimeter wall saying “beware of dogs”. Yes, Tiger indeed is a dog, but, if our Tiger ever comes face to face with a wild Tiger, the wild one will die. Die of humiliation. Even a blind man will disqualify my neighbor’s claim to name the beast, Tiger. Tiger minus bark is unnoticed on the street among all the other street dogs. It is unrealistic to believe that the poor being’s name is Tiger. Difficult to understand, why my learned neighbor named the lean, bony, skinny creature, Tiger. Perhaps he did not find time to rechristen the dog after puberty. Nevertheless what is remarkable is the deep fearful bark. The bark is what is important in dark dead of night to threaten intruders. And Tiger satisfactorily does the job of keeping away trouble. Rather he is the cause of all my troubles.
Usually everybody loves their privacy especially when in bathroom (also read as restroom), me not an exception. But since the day I have shifted to this locality, my first step into the bathroom sets off alarm, as if it is to warn my commode of incoming artillery barrage. The continuous scaring bark of “Tiger” defies my purpose of visiting my restroom. By the time I take position to release the pressure that has built within my bowels, the cunning dog starts terrorizing me through never ending howl. Finally, I come out broke after a desperate try of emptying my intestinal coil. True, by this time I should have gotten used to the unkind gesture, but I have still not learnt to convince my intestine to get used to it. Slightest of disturbance during nature’s call ruins it. These days my visit to the relieving room is no less than expedition.
Believe me, I did not leave any stone unturned, explored all the ways, all the tricks to fool Tiger, and I have not succeeded yet. Including, using restroom without light. I mean bulb light, replaced the glow with candle light. Ultimately when I sat to test, I was like a sitting duck as vulnerable as was in the past. No my friend, it is nowhere near like a romantic candle light dinner. I have a feeling the dog probably spends the time waiting for me underneath the ventilator of the restroom. I am a victim who spends prolonged minutes to ease out in vain and the merciless dog shows no pity. As we have animal rights organization to prevent animal abuse from human, I need a human rights organization to prevent human victimization by animal (more precisely, neighbor’s dog).
In stress, I planned a retaliatory attack to give it back (Tit for tat) to the dog when it ventures out for poop. However the plan has its challenges and risks. Tiger is accompanied by the arrogant owner, which makes it difficult to execute “project Tiger”. Hence, I will have to wait with a patience of a saint. One such morning when I was keeping my eye on Tiger, I noticed Tiger indulging in pooping right in front of the gate of a villa 2 blocks across. After parking his excreta under the board that stated, “No parking in front of gate”, moved on as if the job was done by someone else. Tiger’s majestic walk gave a false impression that he was not the culprit. Most of the days I have seen the dog’s devastating intentions of spoiling well kempt lawns.
Hallelujah, I got a golden opportunity, that morning Tiger was alone and was in half squat pose to release unsightly, smelly stuff. I looked around to see if my neighbor was around. He was not, I kneeled down picked a stone and looked into the eye of my biggest enemy of past few months. Damn! Tiger’s doleful eyes left me in a dilemma whether to threaten or show mercy. My unhurried decision left me with no choice, Tiger’s “Guardian Angel” (or Guarding Angel) was standing behind me, monitoring my moves. It was a generous miss.
With the agony, I will pass rest of days, haunted in the locality with the foolish hope of opportunity knocking my door again.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
To live without you ...
Tide had the supremacy to sweep me, standing and resisting was beyond my strength. Deciding to stay put or rather flow with the tide was the only thing I could do. It was a difficult choice year’s back, but there was hardly anything that I could do to turn the events. The bond that I nurtured caringly for five years was not sturdy enough to take the blow, in a moment it was brutally ruptured. That day had I not let you go, I would not have learnt to live without you.
I am sure it was not love at first sight, later I do not even know when I fell for you. Perhaps the first encounter prepared me to think you are made for me. Dreaming about you in leisure was the only thing that I did. Subtle changes in me went unnoticed. Although I dare not to let anyone know about my feelings, I always desired to have you around me all the while, when I rouse in morning till I retire end of day. The attraction was fatal and irresistible. By then my world had already started revolving around you, stealing a moment with you in-between classes were utmost satisfying.
You were fascinatingly incomparable in your white top and khaki bottoms of all named brands. Initially, people used to stare at us thinking, I was too young to have you in my life but then it was just beginning of a lasting relation that I could never think of stay away from. I loved strolling with you through the same streets innumerable number of times which otherwise was boring, at times over the skywalks of railway stations, godly hours on the bus stops, on the back roads to avoid getting caught, vainly hide you behind my back at the first sign of trouble. Accept my confession, I would have had to be unfaithful in disowning you if trapped, Thank God!
Once when I was completely bedridden with fever, every conscious moment I was longing for your comfortable touch which I felt could cure me. Impatience was unmanageable, as if someone was holding me against my wish and I desperately wanted break the shackles to be with you. It was very uncharacteristic of me but fact. The zeal to get well soon was driven by your thoughts. God willing I recovered quicker than expectation and regrouped again. The separation brought us closer than ever.
The time that we spent together always looked too short, I realize even my whole life with you would give the same impression. This day when I am trying to live every moment, time is struggling to pass. Your first affectionate touch on my lips is still fresh in me as if it had happened just the other day. You were there with me like a loyal friend in my anxious moments, sad days and better days. Your presence around me was stimulating, pumped fresh lease of life in me. I was hopeful of spending a good rest of my life in your vicinity. Life without you itself was life threatening. Subsequently, with you was equally threatening. Indeed you threatened my life, I am glad I do not have the urge to hold you in my lips anymore.
Today when I notice you locked by lips of a person, I feel pity on him. May good sense prevail so that he walks over you and get away from your deadly web. After all life is precious than cigarettes.
I am sure it was not love at first sight, later I do not even know when I fell for you. Perhaps the first encounter prepared me to think you are made for me. Dreaming about you in leisure was the only thing that I did. Subtle changes in me went unnoticed. Although I dare not to let anyone know about my feelings, I always desired to have you around me all the while, when I rouse in morning till I retire end of day. The attraction was fatal and irresistible. By then my world had already started revolving around you, stealing a moment with you in-between classes were utmost satisfying.
You were fascinatingly incomparable in your white top and khaki bottoms of all named brands. Initially, people used to stare at us thinking, I was too young to have you in my life but then it was just beginning of a lasting relation that I could never think of stay away from. I loved strolling with you through the same streets innumerable number of times which otherwise was boring, at times over the skywalks of railway stations, godly hours on the bus stops, on the back roads to avoid getting caught, vainly hide you behind my back at the first sign of trouble. Accept my confession, I would have had to be unfaithful in disowning you if trapped, Thank God!
Once when I was completely bedridden with fever, every conscious moment I was longing for your comfortable touch which I felt could cure me. Impatience was unmanageable, as if someone was holding me against my wish and I desperately wanted break the shackles to be with you. It was very uncharacteristic of me but fact. The zeal to get well soon was driven by your thoughts. God willing I recovered quicker than expectation and regrouped again. The separation brought us closer than ever.
The time that we spent together always looked too short, I realize even my whole life with you would give the same impression. This day when I am trying to live every moment, time is struggling to pass. Your first affectionate touch on my lips is still fresh in me as if it had happened just the other day. You were there with me like a loyal friend in my anxious moments, sad days and better days. Your presence around me was stimulating, pumped fresh lease of life in me. I was hopeful of spending a good rest of my life in your vicinity. Life without you itself was life threatening. Subsequently, with you was equally threatening. Indeed you threatened my life, I am glad I do not have the urge to hold you in my lips anymore.
Today when I notice you locked by lips of a person, I feel pity on him. May good sense prevail so that he walks over you and get away from your deadly web. After all life is precious than cigarettes.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Mida’s touch of dirt ...
You may have guessed, I have done the unthinkable. I used my wild imagination to find a self explanatory title to this post (basically to evade reader’s curse). If I missed the trick by whiskers then I deserve a pardon. The pregnant pause since my last post was dedicated to restrict “yours sincerely” from doing what he disliked most, but not savoring the fabulous prospect provided by KK’s KR would be almost committing crime. Now for those who do not know KK’s KR, please hold your patience, soon it will be sans veil.
The recent elections brought us some surprises. UPA got a walkover through the courtesy of opposition parties. I wish, KR could mimicked the same politeness and offered a win to RR’s, if not of respect for the defending champion’s then at least for sake of the world renowned and stunningly beautiful owner. An ardent fan like me can hold tears if a team lose repetitively again and again and again (exaggerated? my count of “again” is minimal against their number of losses), but could hold no more, to find the gorgeous in disarray. Offer of my shoulder would cost me more than a fortune, hence a bad idea. What an irony, till the previous week, I was angry because of their performance (do I need to prefix it with “bad”) same goes for this week, just because of scoring a win. KR’s have found a way to dishearten fans, they lose it when it is much required and win it when they could do with a loss. Yes Lady, I agree they are the only reason for your plight. A win for them was inconsequential whereas for you, it meant a semi-final berth. They have been such a spoil sport, spoiled your party. Accept my deepest sympathies for their mischief.
Anyway, let me not beat around the bush and get to the point. Since all the quacks are doing a postmortem on KR’s failure I thought I too will contribute. My findings may sound funny but at times the solution of a complex theorem resides in the simplest of explanation or vice versa. So, let us begin the journey to unthinkable.
Holding the playing XI accountable for the results will be cruelty. See, it needs a brave heart to accept defeat match after match and still prepare self for next occurrence. Therefore, I will be anything but cruel, so bear me.
Have you observed a herd of sheep grazing at different place everyday? The owner completely depends on border collies (sheepdog) for herding and directing the herd to a new place day after day. Now replace, sheep with playing XI, owner will not need any replacement and border collies with coaching staff. Next time when you see a breach in cordon (sheep herd) you will know who is accountable.
What do you say if the native sheep which promises to be the best in future is not taken out for grazing and left on its own to die with passing time? A team can just not win with talent hired from outside. Of course they are expected to play well and they may, but at the end, local talent has to be tried before it is tested. Moreover playing local talent is the best option because they will always be available (anytime of year) and will not depend on the window to play after serving the national team. Players from other nations (on rolls of national team) will have inconsistent attendance during tournament matches, do not even think of their presence during practice sessions. The team which does not breathe together can never win together.
It also has to do with our affinity towards anything that we import from outside, even if the quality is substandard. It is high time that we start believing in ourselves, our products, and feel we are the best. Do we really need imported director/coach for a team? Can’t we see within to find the persons who best suit the job, when we have such abundance of talent? Before directing (or guiding) a player (team) a coach has to identify the talent (in each individual) and to do that it is important to understand every players psyche. For a coach bred in different nation, it is a daunting and haunting (after the series of loss) task to understand 7 local players (IPL still has restriction of playing only 4 outside players). I have heard, to overcome this, a self deficient director has requested to raise the number of outside players to 5. If such requests are granted year after year, I am afraid in next 7 years, IPL will only be a misnomer or the abbreviation will stand for “International Premiere League”.
Now few pointers for the owner, circulate a copy of your movie where you enacted a coaches role. Needless to say that your act was fabulous, use it to your advantage. The only drawback, players from abroad will not understand unless it has English subtitles. But, think if you do not provide subtitles it will again benefit you, they will start taking Hindi lessons that in turn will give them a feeling of being one among the locals. One word of caution, also force your support stuff to attend the classes regularly.
Why would you devoid yourself of taking some lessons on behavioral aspect either? Displeasing big shots of cricket, using insulting words will only help you and your team to attain martyrdom. In your bad days (or team’s bad days) these experts of the game will bail you out. So, watch your words and control your behavior off the field. Accept the fact, in this jungle someone else is “The King”.
Nevertheless, nothing can take away the credit for entertaining us from KR, they showed us many ways of losing a game. I think, for this year’s league this was all they had for us and that is end of it. I am definite they would save much time during retrospection because success was sporadic and it remained elusive thru the tournament, whatever they touched, it turned into dirt. If they don’t stop building pillars of failure, someday all the golden colors of their jersey (and rest of sporting gear) will turn to dirt brown. The fire on the helmet will give way to diminishing smoke.
Closing thoughts - an owner can sell a team if it does not do well, a director/coach can move on (or let go), a player can also switch loyalty but where does a fan go? All stakeholders except a fan, play for money. A fan just plays (read as follows) for heart. Like others I too will still stick to my team “The KR”, hoping, next league they would finish in top 2, as DC did this year.
The recent elections brought us some surprises. UPA got a walkover through the courtesy of opposition parties. I wish, KR could mimicked the same politeness and offered a win to RR’s, if not of respect for the defending champion’s then at least for sake of the world renowned and stunningly beautiful owner. An ardent fan like me can hold tears if a team lose repetitively again and again and again (exaggerated? my count of “again” is minimal against their number of losses), but could hold no more, to find the gorgeous in disarray. Offer of my shoulder would cost me more than a fortune, hence a bad idea. What an irony, till the previous week, I was angry because of their performance (do I need to prefix it with “bad”) same goes for this week, just because of scoring a win. KR’s have found a way to dishearten fans, they lose it when it is much required and win it when they could do with a loss. Yes Lady, I agree they are the only reason for your plight. A win for them was inconsequential whereas for you, it meant a semi-final berth. They have been such a spoil sport, spoiled your party. Accept my deepest sympathies for their mischief.
Anyway, let me not beat around the bush and get to the point. Since all the quacks are doing a postmortem on KR’s failure I thought I too will contribute. My findings may sound funny but at times the solution of a complex theorem resides in the simplest of explanation or vice versa. So, let us begin the journey to unthinkable.
Holding the playing XI accountable for the results will be cruelty. See, it needs a brave heart to accept defeat match after match and still prepare self for next occurrence. Therefore, I will be anything but cruel, so bear me.
Have you observed a herd of sheep grazing at different place everyday? The owner completely depends on border collies (sheepdog) for herding and directing the herd to a new place day after day. Now replace, sheep with playing XI, owner will not need any replacement and border collies with coaching staff. Next time when you see a breach in cordon (sheep herd) you will know who is accountable.
What do you say if the native sheep which promises to be the best in future is not taken out for grazing and left on its own to die with passing time? A team can just not win with talent hired from outside. Of course they are expected to play well and they may, but at the end, local talent has to be tried before it is tested. Moreover playing local talent is the best option because they will always be available (anytime of year) and will not depend on the window to play after serving the national team. Players from other nations (on rolls of national team) will have inconsistent attendance during tournament matches, do not even think of their presence during practice sessions. The team which does not breathe together can never win together.
It also has to do with our affinity towards anything that we import from outside, even if the quality is substandard. It is high time that we start believing in ourselves, our products, and feel we are the best. Do we really need imported director/coach for a team? Can’t we see within to find the persons who best suit the job, when we have such abundance of talent? Before directing (or guiding) a player (team) a coach has to identify the talent (in each individual) and to do that it is important to understand every players psyche. For a coach bred in different nation, it is a daunting and haunting (after the series of loss) task to understand 7 local players (IPL still has restriction of playing only 4 outside players). I have heard, to overcome this, a self deficient director has requested to raise the number of outside players to 5. If such requests are granted year after year, I am afraid in next 7 years, IPL will only be a misnomer or the abbreviation will stand for “International Premiere League”.
Now few pointers for the owner, circulate a copy of your movie where you enacted a coaches role. Needless to say that your act was fabulous, use it to your advantage. The only drawback, players from abroad will not understand unless it has English subtitles. But, think if you do not provide subtitles it will again benefit you, they will start taking Hindi lessons that in turn will give them a feeling of being one among the locals. One word of caution, also force your support stuff to attend the classes regularly.
Why would you devoid yourself of taking some lessons on behavioral aspect either? Displeasing big shots of cricket, using insulting words will only help you and your team to attain martyrdom. In your bad days (or team’s bad days) these experts of the game will bail you out. So, watch your words and control your behavior off the field. Accept the fact, in this jungle someone else is “The King”.
Nevertheless, nothing can take away the credit for entertaining us from KR, they showed us many ways of losing a game. I think, for this year’s league this was all they had for us and that is end of it. I am definite they would save much time during retrospection because success was sporadic and it remained elusive thru the tournament, whatever they touched, it turned into dirt. If they don’t stop building pillars of failure, someday all the golden colors of their jersey (and rest of sporting gear) will turn to dirt brown. The fire on the helmet will give way to diminishing smoke.
Closing thoughts - an owner can sell a team if it does not do well, a director/coach can move on (or let go), a player can also switch loyalty but where does a fan go? All stakeholders except a fan, play for money. A fan just plays (read as follows) for heart. Like others I too will still stick to my team “The KR”, hoping, next league they would finish in top 2, as DC did this year.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Strong second in command...
Hagar seemed preoccupied with some thought. On asking he responded, “I am searching for a strong second in command, someone with courage and determination. Someone who can deal with difficult people and someone who can excel in hand to hand combat!”. After a patient hearing the listener replied, “How about your wife?”. Hagar may dare to ponder over the suggestion, but I and some of my likeminded friends will never, because we are thankfully not blessed with a wife. Almighty has been little kinder to us.
I am in a phase of life where people in my country think it is high time to get married. People are neighbors, married friends who do not wish to see their bachelor friend’s happy and finally parents. A caring neighbor will lose his sleep over an unmarried person in locality, they in turn will make all the arrangements to pass insomnia to the already suffering family, especially the unfortunate guy. The same neighbor would be compassionate towards a spinster by saying, “so pretty girl but unfortunate in not getting the right proposal”, on the other hand for a bachelor the comments would be poles apart, “the guy has some problems, otherwise why would not he get the right proposal?”
It is a midlife crisis that I am passing thru. If I hang-out with guys for outings and party, neighbor’s conclusion will be confirmed about my problem and they would not want to do any litmus test on my likings. Fully and finally I will be classed in “Dostana” category. To prove them wrong, if I go around with girls, I will be casted as characterless and socially boycotted. Under any circumstances I will be a loser and will be put under social discrimination. I have tried to find a mid path so that I am spared, I stay within myself, no going out. I know, it is a dumb way but I am happy to be tagged “self-content” rather than “characterless” or whatever.
As I stay away from parents only twice a year I had to face the difficult environment. Still manageable but these days it is even challenging to attend parties and social gatherings, friend’s wives are more concerned about my marital status. Brows are raised and weird embarrassing questions are asked by their better halves. My bosom friends pass me cunning smile from behind their wives to see me in awkward position. Very often I smartly change the topic, also at times I keep myself engrossed in other sundry things to bail myself out. A good friend of mine uses a different technique, he says, “his girl friend has ditched him.”, he artfully creates a sympathetic ground and avoids volleys of question.
I desperately wanted to stay away from such places. I guess that was an unrealistic “want”. The other day a young team member of mine sent me an email with some attachment. She wanted me to choose someone from the attached snap. I opened the attachment and found a bunch of beautiful girls standing in a group, promoting a brand. Initially, I thought the snap was from her college, only later to find the snap was of all the contenders competing Miss India ’09. Cruel world, nobody misses a chance to wash hands in flowing water. Being a software engineer we are taught to do a fish bone analysis for every problem. For me at present such things are no less than a problem. So, I did my analysis, inferences, ultimately a conclusion that was straightforward. If I get married all this will be put to end and along with, a series of never ending problems will crop.
Subsequent to marriage a guy loses to be sensitive towards self, lose to be sensible either, will also lose the right to speak, forget about speaking the complete truth (he would rather disclose truth that would make her happy), at times also lose his home for couple of nights (we call it night out). If he dares to breach the set of above laws (it is partial list and there are so many undocumented laws) even god will be powerless.
A smart wife (actually all better halves are smart) will always find a way to know about husband’s schedule when he is out of sight. He cannot remain at ease anytime and should be prepared to receive her calls, citing not so convincing cause. The first question invariably would be, “where are you?”, I and all my married friends will agree that this is the only answer she is interested in, rest of the discussion is filler. How do I know? Courtesy my friends whom I meet over cup of tea, which they dare to declare to their respective better halves. They have reasons to hide, of course who wants to face a firing squad after returning home? Better not to divulge and buy peace of mind and better treatment at home.
An intelligent guy will never get into an argument with his wife, as he does not stand a chance to win. Worst would be if he gets sucked into a heated discussion and wife threatens to leave home at the dead of night. He should be ever willing to oblige her by leaving home first, otherwise he may see himself in the morning daily or he may be talk of the colony next morning for wrong reason. In place of unwanted publicity he may have to spend the night at someplace else, probably at an unmarried friend’s place like mine. No, he cannot ask for shelter at any married friend’s house that will be cause of embarrassment for his better half.
If you have a married boss and you are fed up of his abuses and scolding’s don’t be upset, just show your pity on him, because this is how he is treated at home. He is as weak in front of home ministry, as you are in front of him. Unluckily, he has found an easy target in you to excrete his frustration.
Hindsight, I have decided it is still a long way for me to go and experience such extremes of life at the cost of freedom. I will love to be reason of jealousy for all my married friends.
Someone has rightly said, just before his marriage, “Happiness is not everything in life.”
I am in a phase of life where people in my country think it is high time to get married. People are neighbors, married friends who do not wish to see their bachelor friend’s happy and finally parents. A caring neighbor will lose his sleep over an unmarried person in locality, they in turn will make all the arrangements to pass insomnia to the already suffering family, especially the unfortunate guy. The same neighbor would be compassionate towards a spinster by saying, “so pretty girl but unfortunate in not getting the right proposal”, on the other hand for a bachelor the comments would be poles apart, “the guy has some problems, otherwise why would not he get the right proposal?”
It is a midlife crisis that I am passing thru. If I hang-out with guys for outings and party, neighbor’s conclusion will be confirmed about my problem and they would not want to do any litmus test on my likings. Fully and finally I will be classed in “Dostana” category. To prove them wrong, if I go around with girls, I will be casted as characterless and socially boycotted. Under any circumstances I will be a loser and will be put under social discrimination. I have tried to find a mid path so that I am spared, I stay within myself, no going out. I know, it is a dumb way but I am happy to be tagged “self-content” rather than “characterless” or whatever.
As I stay away from parents only twice a year I had to face the difficult environment. Still manageable but these days it is even challenging to attend parties and social gatherings, friend’s wives are more concerned about my marital status. Brows are raised and weird embarrassing questions are asked by their better halves. My bosom friends pass me cunning smile from behind their wives to see me in awkward position. Very often I smartly change the topic, also at times I keep myself engrossed in other sundry things to bail myself out. A good friend of mine uses a different technique, he says, “his girl friend has ditched him.”, he artfully creates a sympathetic ground and avoids volleys of question.
I desperately wanted to stay away from such places. I guess that was an unrealistic “want”. The other day a young team member of mine sent me an email with some attachment. She wanted me to choose someone from the attached snap. I opened the attachment and found a bunch of beautiful girls standing in a group, promoting a brand. Initially, I thought the snap was from her college, only later to find the snap was of all the contenders competing Miss India ’09. Cruel world, nobody misses a chance to wash hands in flowing water. Being a software engineer we are taught to do a fish bone analysis for every problem. For me at present such things are no less than a problem. So, I did my analysis, inferences, ultimately a conclusion that was straightforward. If I get married all this will be put to end and along with, a series of never ending problems will crop.
Subsequent to marriage a guy loses to be sensitive towards self, lose to be sensible either, will also lose the right to speak, forget about speaking the complete truth (he would rather disclose truth that would make her happy), at times also lose his home for couple of nights (we call it night out). If he dares to breach the set of above laws (it is partial list and there are so many undocumented laws) even god will be powerless.
A smart wife (actually all better halves are smart) will always find a way to know about husband’s schedule when he is out of sight. He cannot remain at ease anytime and should be prepared to receive her calls, citing not so convincing cause. The first question invariably would be, “where are you?”, I and all my married friends will agree that this is the only answer she is interested in, rest of the discussion is filler. How do I know? Courtesy my friends whom I meet over cup of tea, which they dare to declare to their respective better halves. They have reasons to hide, of course who wants to face a firing squad after returning home? Better not to divulge and buy peace of mind and better treatment at home.
An intelligent guy will never get into an argument with his wife, as he does not stand a chance to win. Worst would be if he gets sucked into a heated discussion and wife threatens to leave home at the dead of night. He should be ever willing to oblige her by leaving home first, otherwise he may see himself in the morning daily or he may be talk of the colony next morning for wrong reason. In place of unwanted publicity he may have to spend the night at someplace else, probably at an unmarried friend’s place like mine. No, he cannot ask for shelter at any married friend’s house that will be cause of embarrassment for his better half.
If you have a married boss and you are fed up of his abuses and scolding’s don’t be upset, just show your pity on him, because this is how he is treated at home. He is as weak in front of home ministry, as you are in front of him. Unluckily, he has found an easy target in you to excrete his frustration.
Hindsight, I have decided it is still a long way for me to go and experience such extremes of life at the cost of freedom. I will love to be reason of jealousy for all my married friends.
Someone has rightly said, just before his marriage, “Happiness is not everything in life.”
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