Friday, December 21, 2012

DIE TODAY

Wish this post was a happy one!

The recent happenings in the city-my city made me revisit a few of my classroom presentations...am sharing one of them...
This one, I share through a PPt in the class; since here the purpose is different, am reproducing the poem version--adapted from something I read as a piece of a newspaper report...


Flawed Laws[A]pathetic Society

Does a woman have any respite?

          Someone. somewhere said " I would rather be a cow in the USA--well fed but slaughtered, than be a cow in India--worshipped and starved"

          We, here question: Is it any different for women?

          We have Rules for Women

          Don’t go out alone at night — That encourages men

          Don’t go out alone at any time — Any situation excites some men

          Don’t stay at home — Intruders and relatives can both rape

          Don’t go without clothes — That sure encourages men

          Don’t go with clothes — Any clothes encourage some men

          Avoid childhood — Some rapists are turned on by little girls

          Avoid old age — Some rapists prefer aged women

          Don’t have a father, grandfather, uncle or brother — These are the relatives that often rape women

          Don’t have neighbours — They often rape

          Don’t marry — Rape is legal within marriage

          To be safe--DIE TODAY!

Still I would say "Keep the faith" as my signoff
 

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Tasty Teasers :)

It took 33 years and a marriage to reveal that I do not have a taste in food. I never was a fussy eater and the considerations of 'no food going waste bore heavily in my mind when I ate...they still do, so I eat anything without complaint. Unless, ofcourse, it's downright rotten.

Hubby dear on the other hand is finicky, fussy and moody...tell me if any other combo in a husband could be more lethal! Oh dear, life is tough!

But, well...am developing a taste for it! ; )







He he!

:))

Till the next post...Enjoy!

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Revisiting my diary...


Was reminded of Yudhishthira from Mahabharata, the great Indian epic, while sifting thourgh an old diary of mine. There is a legend that says that he was not able to learn an apparantly simple lesson as "सदा सत्य बोलो, क्रोध मत करो" because he could not imbibe the essence of it in his behaviour.
I chanced upon a quotation equally difficult to follow, if not more..."Worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but does not take you anywhere" :)
So simple and yet when it comes to the nitty gritties of everyday life, am sure not even a true blue Hunky Dory can avoid worrying!
Hey btw...for some, worrying is therapeutic too...read on...
enjoy!