Who am I?

There was once a little girl. She grew up happy and nice. Then she met somebody. Well she did not exactly fall in love as this is not yet another story but something happened. And she changed. Not that she liked the change. But it did happen. Then her happiness died. She was so lonely she wished she was dead (but she was not). She then decided that she will never let anybody change her. She will be who she is. But she did not know how to find happiness again. It was dead. So now, when will she die?

Happy Birthday, Mr.Blogger

Happy Birthday Mr.Blogger. You turned eight today. And my blog has a new template :-)

Frailty, thy name is definitely not woman!

First things first, Shakespeare needs a whack on the head. The dude could not decide whether to love his women or hate 'em.(What else can you expect from the guy who came up with "to be or not to be" anyway?)

Without getting into all the sermons and the fights about the superiority of a particular gender or the lack of brains of another, my point is NOT that women are superior to men, but it is that women, definitely, are not inferior to men.

Women-bashing has always been a favorite bone to lick with men (and sometimes, other women too, I admit that).

Think what a Venusian would think if the only literature from Earth they could get their hands on would be Anna Karenina, Madame Bovary or Hamlet! Or even Gone with the Wind, or why, even a Wuthering Heights!

I am more than sure that their dictionary would read something like this-

Woman:A weepy creature prone to dependence for existence on a superior and an always-right species called Men. Comes in various flavors such as extra-wimpy(reference:Hamlet), extra-slutty(reference:Gone with the Wind) or even extra-tragic(reference:Anna Karenina).

On the other hand, I say bully for Scarlet O'Hara and her willingness to do anything to ensure her survival, bully for Madame Bovary and her love of fun!

And for all those men sneering at women and shoes, hah! U dont just have the brains to meet the right kind! After all, who would want to obsess about just shoes when you have tons of others to obsess after too?Hasn't "Do not put all eggs in one basket" been a kind of been-long-around thing by now?

A guide to making your very own sinner

First, you make a new report like this , then you very conveniently say something like this and then while people howl, look at it all and wisely, shake your head and say nothing, all in the name of "Right to Free Speech"

The above recipe will make you a very delicious and instant sinner, and with just the right amount of effort too !

If you were to ask me, I would say the whole thing is like a rubber band in some very bored hands. Thankfully, mine are occupied helping my nose blow gracefully

Hah! I am back!

I am back with a bang (literally).

I now have internet access at home and so the stream of my very opinianated opinions (it is my blog, remember?) shall start pouring again like fine bitter with some nice topping of good froth. (Shit, I am thirsty now)

All I have is a 128 kbps connection with no download/upload limit. I know it is nothing great, but still better than nothing.

So, along with eternally stuck up traffic and buses with people packed like sardines, I now have a slow internet connection :-)