Harrrassment-Redefined

So ladies and non ladies, i have been thinking very seriously about this topic and came to the most important aspect. 

Harrassment is defined as the un wanted and unprecedented flirting you do with married guys, have you ever thought about how much they suffer after you make the advances towards poor, wretched souls. You need to understand that men are the weaker sex, otherwise God would have had them bear a child, but No, you girls think about yourself only and make the advances towards the poor, innocent souls. Yes they have no control over themselves and their desires, yes they cannot think straight after they see a woman smiling at them, yes they cant help it but fall for you, but that doesnt mean you should exploit them. Have you ever thought how many days the poor married guy has to live without the S** when his wife discover you are having an affair with him?? have you ever thought how the miserable soul live these many days without having S**...No, you selfish girls only think about yourselves.

So kindly stop making Lustful advances towards the weaker sex, just accept the fact that they cannot control themselves, so it is your responsibility to tame your shrewedness.

Stay Safe.

Self Respect

Two weeks ago, an imature kid made me realize that i have been mature enough my whole life, cause i know how to be better than others, and specially his kind. 

Little did i realize ever that me and my school mates from Grade 2 till 10 have possessed the highest quality of character that even the most groomed and aged women does not achieve before certain age. 

Self Love! Self Respect! 

We were about 13 girls who started knowing each other in grade 2 and been together for 8 years of school. We fought, too much, we annoyed teachers, students even seniors. We used to play cricket like no one is watching, and similarly we used to take pictures like no one else exist. We never cared about being called "difficult" because we never disappointed our teachers in studies. So we basically earned that privilige. Once we got the boys locked up in a class room for 30 minutes, because we wanted to finish our 4 overs cricket match. But with all those years of togetherness and time, there was one common denominator we still have, and may be it was in our personalities and we never realized it. 

We never dressed up or looked good for any person, we always and still are doing for ourselves. 

We communicated with each other on and off when school was over but after few years, when we met and talked to each other, i noticed this that we have been the same in this personality trait, that we love ourselves and we always present ourselves how we want us to be, not how someone has told us. We dress up in ways that we like, we let our hair down or up as we want to.  From rougish tom boys to hot professionals (yes we all are hot) we elevated our ranks and changed our looks the way we like them. And not how my husband or her boyfriend asked us to be. Just how i want to look.

So dear girls, going through a phase or endless agony of whether you will be accepted or not, mark my words, you need to love and respect yourself, above all and that makes you glow, far better than the servants of acceptance.

Day 3-study and hunt

Trying to read through all the cases of section 284 and hoping to memorize all of them till January.
Pro-tips mode is off at the moment, i am still brainstorming a way to get the perfect cheat method to have all of this handy in my brain, but all i am keeping are bits and pieces. Hoping not to be a disappointment, but in the unconcious part of brain i want to ACe this course and feel proud of myself.
A word of advice to self, start the Labor Laws technique to sink all in.

Back to the Blogger

It is almost 3 years since i posted my last blog. Gosh i am very consistent in ignoring stuff. But it seems a good idea to me as to put something a bit behind and when you get back to it, you actually have solid material to take it down like a pro. Pretty much like start practising an Art and after few years of practise become a pro and then talk about it. I am still in the process of what to talk about here now. It has been few experiences and frustrating situations in the past, but now i think lets get a bit constructive.

On Movies

I have been thinking lately what exactly to restart writing in my blogs and then the perfect idea hit my brain.THE MOVIES. Freak i am of movies and seasons, or perhaps i mingle myself in them to throw back the stress that can damage my beauty. When the idea struck walnut i was more curious for the positive benefits from it, but then i thought that rather than being so boring, pathetic and technical, lets be the entertainer and guide for those who really luv to watch good movies. As to most on earth, movies and seasons are for entertainment and the rest have to take these seriously so they can be done seriously for those who seriously need non-serious something. So all the beautiful people gear up as I am to jump in the pool from a very reasonable height and will give you the reviews on what to watch in which mood.As per the women,the mood swings vary so does the choices and trust me i will give u the choices for each mood swing and situation.

The new born

When a child arrives in the universe he becomes a part of the hastle going around him. I never imagined myself, obviously not because i am useless, but becaue i never got the courage and circumstances to grab the opportunities i had. this humane mind is very lethal especially when it destroys you to the last bit. Life is actually a destruction, a punishment, a challenge by Lord that you are a failure and I am everything. I feel so bad for those who accept the oneness of the Lord but still are treated as worms eaten up by a chicken. Stretched laterally, piereced by the beak, tattered to pieces, ah this torture and tormenting. The complaint is forbidden but I feel it should be done as it connects you to your creator. I believes it is a telephonic connection to the Lord and if you feel closely you can hear him answering you back. and that is the exact point when you feel a "new born". I havent been born since a decade, hoping to get in serious dialogue with the Almighty so my old skin peels off quickly and i sahpe shifts to a new born.

On Teaching

I always thought it to be very dangerous to teach someone younger than your are, but i never realized how horrible it would be in reality. The horror that runs through my veins, the shock that go through my muscles is very painful. The first day my nephew stepped in to be my student was  a kind of awkward and we both seemed to be total strangers as the real relationship has faded. This new teacher-student relationship was horrid enough that we both stared at the books and never said a word. This went on for almost an hour and I was leafing through his books. He was only thinking and thinking and silent and thinking again. Finally I had to break the silence and awarded him with some chapters to learn and take the test next day. The sigh of relief when he was gone, was like i am relieved of some heavy burden. 

And the next day was the test, so he came in on time and we exchanged the glances of that strange and ambiguous teacher-student relation. He was again in front of me for the pain that I had to bear because of my "sister" as she had requested me for the 10th time.Why I couldn't said no is totally another part of the story. So coming back to the main theme, that day I had to compile a test and examine my nephew's aptitude. Believe me folks I was blank and blind to the books, I did not know the pattern but still I tried and threw 3 questions at him. He completed his test and i took the stop watch to manage the time frame given to him. when he was writing I read all the answers to those questions and the awkwardness continued. Finally he completed the test and I checked it and told him that he has done fine and thank to Lord that awkward look broke and we were relieved once again.

Seriously people whenever I used to abuse my teachers I never thought of the pain they have been going through, but since Friday I am continuously saluting them for their courage and wishing that my teacher role of life end soon. The fun thing I pray everyday that the kid doesn't show up so that I stay relaxed without the shocks and horror of performing as a teacher.