MEN WILL BE MEN.

I might be or should I say, I am the happiest wife having a husband who is almost perfect when compared with the husbands of my other friends. He does everything for me, helps me in household work, in cooking, washing, supports me, encourages me to do and learn new things, appreciates my good work, guides me whenever I am wrong and the list goes on.

Whenever I discuss with my friends, they tell their hubby don’t like to do this or that, Or don’t like her doing certain things. But I don’t think I need to compromise anything because my hubby allows me to do whatever I want. In the end of the discussion, My hubby is the best always.

But, Did you notice the word “ALLOWED”.

Why allowed? Am I his property? Am I his servant? No.. Then the word should not be allowed, then what it should be?

I hope many of you being a girl/Lady must have felt that even if your hubbies are world’s best husband, but at some point of time they are only Man & you are Woman. And because they are man, they are superior (that’s what they think & somewhere we also believe this to be true), you have to do certain things which they want you to do. (Doesn’t matter you want to do or not)(Not necessarily always, but most of the times.)

I am not sure, how many of you have heard this from your husband..

“Be in your limits.”

“I have given you so much freedom.”  And blah blah stuff like that.

Did you ever think, who are they to give us freedom? (obviously in indian culture “pati to parmeshwar hota hai”). But do we at any occasion say these stupid sentences to them?

Not really..  (Why? Because we ourselves think they are superior and they are supposed to take all the decisions not you.) (Might not be 100% true). We just listen, feel hurt and leave/ forget it.

If your husband slaps you (I hope it never happened with you), you feel hurt but later you forget it because you don’t take it on your ego. But if by chance vice-versa happens, then What?? All world goes upside down.

When we talk about India, girls are supposed to do so many things, but what about boys? No expectations from them? I am not saying that boys don’t do any work or they don’t help us. Of course they do. But….

If a girl does those things, it was expected from her and if a boy does the same thing, he has done a great job. (Here, I am talking about working ladies specifically.) Don’t  we want to be appreciated if we cook one time meal? But we ourselves think that we are born to do this.

Whenever we discuss about our hubbies and if someone says that my husband helps me a lot or he does this or that for me. We all say “ what a husband”.  But what if a boys says same thing about his wife in his group. Do they also appreciate it the same way as we do? NO…

Similarly, when it comes to in-laws or our own parents, they rarely tell you how much you do for them. Your parents only will praise their son-in-law if he does some work and if you do the same work. Do you get the same appreciation from them? NO…

There must be thousands of examples for this. But why am I writing this? To show how much are we exploited? Or we are not given equality? No, none of these is the reason.

My main motto to write this was, whatever a man shows or even if he changes and start doing everything we do or start giving you the same respect and same value what he expects for himself. The feeling of being him a man, a superior person will always be there. Somewhere deep down in their hearts and time to time we will keep on feeling the same.

MEN WILL BE MEN.

 

Yes, that’s true. I am not asking to start a fight against men. What I want to say is start feeling that you are no less than a boy. We all know that, but we never feel that. We are equal and whatever we do, we should not allow others to take it as granted and don’t let them feel that we are made to do this only.

I am not sure, How to end this. I didn’t want to blame man as they are not only the culprits. We are. Because we gave them a chance to be superior to us.

That’s it. I hope, it was not that much boring..

One Call..

Hi dear, goodmorning.

Goodmorning. (feeling heavy headed)

I don’t want to go office. Why I have to go daily.  L

Then I reach office and no work. What to do now. No work but I have to stay in office. This is not fair.

Mood again went off. L

Started reading some official document  (OMG! So boring, Now what to do? )

Oh yes.. lets read few blog posts of my friends..

Few stories .. few poems.. few thoughts..

Started going back to old days.. my beautiful college days..

Some beautiful moments of that someone special.. 

No.. No .. No… I shouldn’t ever think about him..  that’s not right..

I hate him.. I don’t like him.. but.. I want to hear his voice..

Oh.. what to do now.. feeling more low..

What happened Sargam??.. Are you not feeling well?..

Oh.. !! no nothing.. just a lil headache..

Why.. why.. I want to hear him.. No , No , No.. I wont call him.. No .. Never..

Comes back to home..

Can’t resist herself.. Picks up the phone and dials..

THE NUMBER YOU ARE CALLING IS NOT REACHABLE.. L

Oh.. good.. I don’t want to talk to him.. (thoghts: I will try once more, If he picks then I will talk otherwise won’t call him back.)

This time.. 

Hello.. (she feels soothing.. Like some has poured cold water on burning heart..)

Hey hi..

Hello.. who is this? (He don’t even remember her voice, feels heartbroken) L

Hello.. are you able to listen me?

Oh.. Hey Sargam.. (wow.. he remembers me.. smiles)

How r you?

M fine..

Can I call you back in next one hour.. I am lil busy now..

Ok that’s fine..

Wow.. Now I will not talk to him again.. Not even call him back..  Just wanted to hear that voice. That’s it..  (lost in thoughts.. )

Sargam.. Sargam..   Your phone is ringing..

All smiles.. All headache gone..  World is beautiful now.. J

Emotions

It has been a long time since I blurted out my emotions. But today I am missing my blog very much. Writing what you think, when you cannot say or share with known ones, is so easy and it makes you feel light.

Today I want to say so many things. I am feeling low and don’t know what to do and make myself happy. The weird part is, I want to be in this state, want to be sad, think about old memories. Everybody have few memories, which gives you pain. But still you want to remember them and feel that pain. But why? Am I feeling happy by reminding myself those painful moments? Don’t know.

It has been 2 years, I am out of touch of my blog world. Sometimes I feel that I want to leave this real world and live in my fantasy world. Want the answers of some unanswered questions. Want to thank few friends. Want to scold someone. Want to relive few old moments.

Just want to cry out of no reason. But cannot because I have to give reason for that also. On very few occasions, I feel that being bachelor is better than being married. Because when you are bachelor, you are not answerable to anyone for such stupid acts. But you feel so light, so happy.

Nothing more to share. But really feeling so nice after writing something after such a long time. I think I should be in touch with my fantasy world (My blog).

वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥

जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,

वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥

वो प्यारी बातें, वो लम्बी रातें,

यादों के बिछोने पे सोना,

मिलने की तड़प का होना,

वो भावों को शब्दों में पिरोना,

अब भी वो शब्द दिल में उतरते हैं,

जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,
वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥

वो चाँद को निहारना,

उसमे किसी की तस्वीर ढूँढना,

वो टूटते तारे को देख,

किसी से मिलने की आस जताना,

आज भी चाँद तारों को देख कर,

क्यों चेहरे पे मुस्कान खिल उठती है ,

जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,
वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥

वो अपने आप से बातें,

वो सालों के इंतजार के बाद मुलाकातें,

वो छत पे टहलना,

वो गाने सुन कर बहलना,

यु अपने आप को उनमे महसूस कर,

वो गुनगुना वो बहकना,

जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,
वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥

कभी कभी यु लगता है ,

वो वक़्त, वो रातें, वो बातें,

वापिस मिल जाती तो कितना अच्छा होता,

वो अकेलेपन की तन्हाई,

वो करवट, वो रजाई,

फिर से मिल जाते, तो कितना अच्छा होता,

पर सब यु ही मिल सकता दुबारा

तो यादें भला कैसे बन पाती?

इसीलिए तो ॥

जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,
वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥

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Jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet.

wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai

wo pyari baatein,

wo lambi raatein

yaado ke bichone pe sona

milne ki tadap ka hona.

wo bhavo ko shabdo me pirona.

ab bhi wo shabd dil me utarte hai

jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet

wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai

wo chand ko niharana

usme kisi ki tasvir doondna

wo tootate tare ko dekh

kisi se milne ki aas jatana

aaj bhi chand taro ko dekh kar

kyo chehare pe muskan khil uthati hai

jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet

wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai

wo apne aap se baatein

wo salo ke intzar ke baad mulakate

wo chhat pe tehlna

wo gane sun kar behlana..

yu apne aap ko unme masus karke

wo gunguna wo behkna

jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet

wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai

kabhi kabhi yu lagta hai wo waqt .

wo ratein.. wo baatein..

vapis mil jati to kitna achcha hota

wo akelpan ki tanhai wo karwat wo rajai

phir se mil jate to kitna achcha hota

per sab yu mil sakta dubara

to yaadein bhala kaise ban pati

isiliye to ..

jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet.

wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai .. :)

Trishna

Samne ho kar bhi paas nahi, kyo itna rootha karte ho..

kitna tadpati hai doori, kyo nahi samjhte ho..

lagta hai mujhko ki, mai layak nahi tumhare..

khushiyo ka adhar nahi , mai sare dukho ki janani hoo..

bahome kho jane ko, hardam hi man machla karta hai ..

pyar hai yaa trishna, kyo na mai ye samjhi hoo..

kuch to batao, kuch to sujhao, karib mere tum aa jao..

From : Your Loving Wife

To,

The Dearest Husband

I am writing something right now in train. Because if I will try later may be I can’t write it in the same way.

Its now 5 Months and 10 days and its your birth day today. You could have enjoyed very much in Tikamgarh with all, but still only b/c of my wish you came to Jhansi. I didn’t give you any gift. I know everybody expects. If I place myself in your place. I could have expected much more. And what I did for you?? Nothing..

I am realizing each and every day.. that I am not worth you. Isn’t it right? You are so hardworking, generous, open hearted and I am not. Just now I was thinking why I am so??

You know I am care less, self oriented kind of girl, that is what I have known about me in last 10 months after meeting you. I don’t have the quality of hiding my emotions. My mood goes off, when you give importance to others more than me, especially to girls. Yes, Yes !! I am jealous. But I can’t help it. May be because I had seen so many dreams of my dream boy and I got that. It happens so rarely. Isn’t it? I don’t want to loose you. It may sound so filmy, but that’s the truth.

When ever you become angry on me, that is the worst time for me. I always try to ask you if I have done something wrong , when ever I feel there is a chance. But some times I do things unknowingly and even if I tell you that I didn’t do that knowingly, you won’t believe me. And I cant do any thing to make you believe that. I don’t know what exactly to do at times, how to talk? What to talk? I have always asked you to tell me and I will do. But don’t be angry on me. That is all what I can say.

I am trying to be worth you. But please share things with me. Don’t have things in your heart. There were so many things I wanted to tell you. But not able to remember what were they? What I can ask is just to trust me. I will be what you want me to be. But give me some time.

How can I be happy without you?? I am happy only b/c of you. You gave me chance to live my childhood again. I did so many things in last 5 months for which I wished for my last 22 years. I am so thankful to you. I want you to be happy too. But I am ……

From

Your loving wife

Why???

What we want from our life? Why I am thinking this?
Just some happy moments. Some one in life with whom I can be happy always.
With whom I can go anywhere I want, I can get what ever I want, no worries..
All dreams… isn’t it?

Mom, Please search someone for me na.. I am bored of being alone. No one is there with whom I can go out.
Oh beta, You want to get married? I am searching.
No mummy, I was just joking. (blushing, so happy with so many dreams of marriage)
Sapno ka Rajkumar… Isn’t it.

But who gets that prince charming??
So many complications? Simple relationships but so many demands?
Can someone be what we want them to be?
If we can not change our self why we expect others to change?

Don’t know which phase of life it is? I wanted little happiness. But what I am getting is, can I call it happiness. Is it my mistake that I am a girl? Or is it my parent’s mistake?


Every relationship goes through some ups and downs. But how can I be wrong always?
I understand I do mistakes. But I say sorry too. Why don’t you understand that?
How to make you understand my feelings? I think I can never.