tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40317631090514777112024-03-14T09:26:15.426+05:30GIRLIE GUPSHUPThis space celebrates the girl in me! I will share, advice or simply be myself. While my Blog- JOURNEYING THRU LIFE highlights my serious and philosophical side, this one highlights my wild and whacky side! Meant for girls though peeping Toms allowed!Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-71148564254943713572010-01-28T14:48:00.013+05:302010-01-28T16:27:55.727+05:30Girls Orphanges and School Days.....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/S2FqVeXpIDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hmaLTGI5TxM/s1600-h/bharbaya+orphanage2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431739542747553842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/S2FqVeXpIDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hmaLTGI5TxM/s400/bharbaya+orphanage2.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>The Barbhaya Girls Orphanage at Vile Parle<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/S2Flx-1RUGI/AAAAAAAAAks/MJ9aXPYFihw/s1600-h/bharbaya+orphanage2.JPG"></a><br /></em><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">There are very few orphanages exclusively for girls. Running an all- girls orphanage requires a lot of responsibility and care about a number of things. It can be best run by females only. My first hand experience of an orphanage was the one run by my own school - St Joseph's High School (for Girls), Agripada. The school premises housed an orphanage and a dormitory, where we had no access. In higher school, we were assigned to various social activities as part of our social work. Every class had one hour of such activities once a week after school i.e from 3.30 pm to 4.30 pm. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Some were assigned to go to Asha Daan, Agripada where 'special' children were housed. This was a few mins from our school. The same place also had an Old Age home attached. I remember going to the old age section as a school girl. It was a touching as well as a scary moment for me. 'Touching' because the old people were shunned and thrown by their own children and relatives as they considered them 'useless' and a 'burden' as they grew old. The stories they told us through tears and reflecting back can shatter anyone emotionally. And we were still kids. But girls after all ! And they say girls mature faster and understand emotions better. The experience was 'scary' because some of the people were very old and had developed illness and diseases and bed sores while some had no control on their bowels and movements. The people there did their best but had their own limitations. Later the authorities there might have realised that we were still kids oursleves to spend time with older people. On our later trips to Asha Daan, we were mostly asked to play with the 'special' kids there. We used to also help the sisters and other staff there with other petty work like folding clothes etc. It was sweet when the kids (some big, yet small) used to come running to us and hug us saying 'didi, didi' (didi means elder sister) recognising us when we used to go there again after a week! The kids there were girls only as far as I can remember. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">One class used to be divided into several groups and assigned different places or activities on rotation. One activity used to be going and helping the orphange in our own school. The kids there were really small and some just born. Some had some disabilities, but most were just not wanted by their parents! It used to be fun feeding them baby food provided to us by the staff there. We used to just assist the sisters and staff there with small work and making the babies smile and wiping their tears. Many of these babies (boys and girls) used to be adopted by Indian as well as European families. They used to send snaps of the kids progress to the school authorities through pictures. I had a few of such cute snaps through a fellow inmate, who was also my sister's classmate. Some girls were brought up there only and stayed in the dormitory and studied in our school itself. I wonder where the boys who were not adopted as kids were sent. Because I never saw any boys there. Maybe they were sent to some other orphanage run by some other convent. Later the girls were married off or found their own soul mates. </span></div></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Our social work also included staying back and tutoring kids from economically weak background who were not good at studies and also not afford a tuition teacher. We had to teach kids from the primary section. All these activities instilled a sense of responsibility towards the society in us even as kids, thanks to our school.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Recently I was looking for a good girl's orphanage in the suburbs, when my sister told me about one at Vile Parle. She'd got to know about it through her bank, which had taken up some social programme to help them. Later too she'd been there with one of her colleagues and liked the well organised place and the attitude of the women running it. The place is near Irla Nursing Home at S V Road, Vile Parle (West) and is called 'Shri Barbhaya Vanik Bala Orphanage'. I never had a chance to see the place until 26th Jan 2010. I'd gone there with my sister and bro-in-law. The place is run by Gujarati women. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">You can call them (022-26713123) before you go there and ask if they have any immediate requirement. They will tell you of the same, whether it is rice or some puls</span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/S2FmfuWWsCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/MemRL_8kc7s/s1600-h/bharbaya+orphanage.JPG"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431735320789299234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/S2FmfuWWsCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/MemRL_8kc7s/s400/bharbaya+orphanage.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">es or books or whatever. Their requirements are simple and they do not force you for any donations. Instead of showering them with unwanted stuff you can give them what they require by asking them. And if you're giving away clothes, please do not give such clothes that you do not want for yourself or are planning to throw away because they are in bad condition! Always give away what you'd want for your own self! Because the lady there was complaining saying that she had two cupboard full of clothes, which were given by people but just lying there.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><em>Check this UTube link of the orphanage : </em><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGO4CBtbt2M"><em>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGO4CBtbt2M</em></a> </span></div></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-65264163014624289612009-07-05T15:21:00.002+05:302009-07-05T15:47:55.969+05:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/SlB9fZYy4sI/AAAAAAAAAf8/OlGEUiaU6qA/s1600-h/lingerie-shop-in-seoul-korea.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354917935287820994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/SlB9fZYy4sI/AAAAAAAAAf8/OlGEUiaU6qA/s320/lingerie-shop-in-seoul-korea.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I was at a lingerie shop recently buying some undergarments. Two women came in, bought some stuff. One of the ladies, asked the other one whether she wanted to buy some panties. The other one replied, 'I don't like to buy from here. These hardly last for six months'. (What she meant was that she'd prefer to buy the cheaper variety in sold loose for around Rs 25 or so). I was shocked. Wasn't that a long time enough for a panty to last? How much do you expect something costing Rs 50-60 approx to last? A lifetime? And even if it cost less or more, undergarments ought to be discarded after six months if you're using them almost daily. Of course, they need to be changed and washed daily too ! Seeing the amused look on my face, the other lady with her clarified that she wore only Jockey brand!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's rightly said that Cleanliness or hygiene is next to godliness</span>.</span> </div><br /><div></div><div>Pic courtesy : precious-living.com</div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-22158675975202600952008-10-20T00:48:00.004+05:302008-10-20T00:58:24.399+05:30Wife's Poem<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/SPuJlg4RL9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Out_6tjhgcs/s1600-h/wife+poem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258948267459293138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="360" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/SPuJlg4RL9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Out_6tjhgcs/s400/wife+poem.jpg" width="415" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Nice poem for men who boss around with their wives and always find fault for no rhyme and reason !</span></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-51270997947663340092008-01-13T00:06:00.000+05:302008-12-11T06:21:24.845+05:30Life's Challenging for Women!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/R4kYQvXthdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lKvkwX_Zr5Q/s1600-h/frustrated_woman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154677924375135698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/R4kYQvXthdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lKvkwX_Zr5Q/s400/frustrated_woman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">One of my female colleagues was so frustrated with the daily long work hours, no time for personal life that she was saying the life was better for women in olden times, when so much was not expected from them. Now people expect her to earn well as well as maintain social and family relations and look after family and home. She thinks of quitting her job and enjoying life also. But she and her sister are the only earning members in a family of three, which includes her Mom. Her father's no more. But even if that weren't the case, she couldn't have left the job because in today's age everyone wants a working wife. And if that weren't enough, they expect her to be a good homemaker who looks after the house, the kids and who's a wonderful cook! How she manages everything is her own lookout!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">My colleague is right. Mumbai is full of career women. You see everyone putting in the same time and effort (sometimes more) than a man! Your heart goes out to the women who brave their way through a crowded train even through pregnancy, so as to reach office in time! Gone are the days when women were given concession in time at the workplace. And worse are the operations side in private banks and some MNCs. The Ladies Compartment is sufficiently occupied even after 10 pm! </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Working in the operations side of banking, I have to think twice before.....</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">.... picking a personal call</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">.... having to make an important personal call</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">.... before going for lunch/ tea <em>('has someone else from my team gone'? or 'gotta complete this task first' are things that come to your mind... and if that's not all... an official call comes thru!)</em></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">.... having to attend social functions <em>('have to skip this wedding.... leaving early will not be possible'.... banking activities cannot be put forth to the next day, you're dealing with someone else's money after all!)</em></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">.... can't keep track of my bill payments - mobile, credit card etc <em>(so I've put all on direct debit and finally automatically linked them to my account... else's I'll have recovery agents running after me only for forgetting to pay!)</em></span></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But at the end of it, when you reach home, you're still the girl /woman/ wife! Resting or relaxing is not your privilege! You might get a little concession, but mind you, only little! Finally only the men of the house - your husband/ brother etc will have the right to put up their legs and relax. On Sundays, you can't plan to chill out or sleep through the day as coolly as a man can! You will have to think of cleaning, cooking etc. So on a Monday morning, you arrive to work a little more tired than relaxed.... and the circle continues....</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Now since I am living with my parents and not yet married, I have some privileges. At least I don't have to bother about household work on week days since I work. Even if I reach home at 10 pm or later, I get home food cooked by Mom. But this week, when she and Dad were not at home (they were at our native place to attend a cousin's wedding), I was wondering who will cook for me if I were to marry and settle down. Who will pamper me like my Mom? We (my sister, me and brother) were managing on noodles, omlette, bread, cornflakes and ordered food. But yesterday, when I reached home quite late, I was too tired to make even instant noodles or an omlette! </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Life's not easy for women now! Its more difficult than before. Now you gotta be working, smart in apperance, well-maintained, be a good homemaker, a bread-earner, a good wife, a good mother and be back in shape after motherhood! Society...esp Men's expectations are rising! Men notice even minor things like 'whether you've shaped your eyebrows or not' and they'll be the first to notice that you've had a facial !!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Best profession for women who want to have a career as well as have a ample time for self and family is Teaching or having your own independent business ! But teacher/ professor is still the best option after all. Who else can enjoy so many leaves in a year, including convenient timings?</span></div><br /><div align="justify"></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-70150651316215565572007-12-09T22:08:00.000+05:302008-01-13T01:22:06.878+05:30Male bashing<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Hey why does life treat girls differently, man?<br />Maybe because we're special. God has made us so!<br />We don't have great expectations and always ready to make sacrifices;<br />Maybe that's why we're put through trials in our different relationships as daughters, sisters, lovers and finally wives.<br />The men want all the attention and maybe thats why the society is so pro-men and most of the norms, laws, and even nature works in their favour.<br />Poor men, what would they be without all those things working in their favour?!<br />So girls, let men have all that. We're special in our own ways.<br />Special when we cry for our loved ones,<br />Special when we care and be there for our near and dear.<br />It's always the Mom who keeps awake when her children are ill.<br />It's the wife who spends sleepless nights when her husband is going through problems<br />It's the woman who takes a day off from work when there's a problem at home.<br />It's the woman who has to cook and clean at home even though both partners have equally challenging careers.<br />But it's always the men who rest on Sundays and holidays.<br />Why should the men's mistakes and sins always be forgiven when no one gives women another chance?<br />Men always make a hue and cry over little pains.<br />But women have to look the house even after painful labour.<br />Then the child's her responsibility.<br />The daddy comes into the scene when the child's neat and clean!<br />After the mother's given the good values, the Dads come to take the credit.<br /><br />I've known a spinster in her forties through some common friends and always wondered whether she had personal problems due to which she couldn't marry. Never dared to ask her such a personal question, though. But recently, after being 'taken for granted' and being 'expected to sacrifice' for being a woman, I was really depressed and spoke to her right from my heart. </span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">There was nothing special happening in my life too, so I thought I'll share my thoughts with her and what she felt like at the thought of being alone for the rest of her life. I was surprised to get an insight into life for the first time. She told me that not marrying was a decision she took in her teens when young girls used to dream of prince charming and love and blissful life ahead! What she'd seen around her had made her realise that women always have to live upto, and sometimes exceed, expectations of the men in her life. But no matter what, the men will never be satisfied and always find flaws. And some men go to the extent of abusing and ill-treating their women, if they don't comply. Also, in her community, which still follows some age old values, for every festival gifts have to go from the girls maternal home to her in-laws house. And though the girls' family tries their best to send the best, her husband and in-laws will never be satisfied. The girl is then taunted directly and indirectly and finally there comes a time when you start dreading the festivals after marriage. Because you work till you drop during major ocassions but never get appreciated. You have to please everyone and still end up as the cause of their problems and finally lead a dull existence! </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">This was her perspective and to true some extent in the Indian society I asked her if she regretted her decision. 'No' was her prompt reply. Cause every woman -friend and relative she'd known had lost their own identities and stopped being themselves after marriage. And most of them were not-so-happy with their marriages. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">And moreso, she said, she'd not come across any man in her life after meeting whom she could look back and say that if so-and-so would have been there, her life would be special. So, she still enjoys all the festivals in the true 'girl spirit'. And though all her sisters are married, she still chooses to be single and meet people and know different cultures. Her only regret is that she cannot fully enjoy life that way she wants to (the main reason for being unmarried) because she works with her brother in a family business and has to travel from one end of the city to the other daily leaving her very little time for herself. But thats the problem with everyone in the city, though.<br /><br />Today, as I was walking down the street, I heard a middle aged woman speak to another woman with her, 'Kya karti bechari? Aurat toh mard ke saamne hamesha majboor ho jaati hai'! I don't want to be majboor. I want a man who will be honest with me and true care for me throughout life. I am not even asking for love because 'Love' is too high a word in today's age and too much to expect from men!<br /><br />Till then I'll enjoy my 'girldom' !<br /><br />(My heart's feeling a little lighter after all this male bashing! :-) )<br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-72986489620859594782007-11-10T00:11:00.000+05:302008-12-11T06:21:25.035+05:30A vow taken at a friends wedding!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RzSwBWvQkkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XG1EsdwquT8/s1600-h/Agnelo"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130919412811993666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RzSwBWvQkkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XG1EsdwquT8/s400/Agnelo%27s+wedding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Attended a friend's wedding today evening. Could make it on time since it was a holiday on account of Diwali. It was my sister's and my common friend, so she'd come along too!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">It was a fun meeting so many friends after so long. Meeting up, catching up on old times. Welcoming the bride n groom, the wedding march, the song and music selection as well as the host was good.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">The theme of the wedding was 'white and lavender' and cooindentally I was dressed in a shade close to lavender. It was an evening to remember, moreso because a close group friend was getting married and it brought our whole group together after ages! The group (formed for creative reasons many years ago!) which had got lost in work, work and more work.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">It also brought together some single working friends like me together. And set us thinking whether wedding was ever destined for us! We also wondered at whose wedding we'll all meet next.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">We finally left with good memories and dreams in our eyes, with a vow to only marry someone who will really touch our hearts deeply and not just marry for the sake of others or just because we have to!</span></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-78096757517910625672007-11-09T23:57:00.000+05:302008-12-11T06:21:25.101+05:30hUSBAND dREAMS ! ;)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RzSo9mvQkjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AwrlXEH4JGM/s1600-h/super_lover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130911651806089778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RzSo9mvQkjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AwrlXEH4JGM/s400/super_lover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Most of us have read the poem 'Aisi Apni Wife Ho!'</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Hey, we girls also have our expectations, which is presented well in the below mail which I received from a friend :</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Aisa apna husband ho</strong> </span></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Aisa apna husband ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">6' - 6'2" jiski height ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Jeans dheeli magar body tight ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">apni baaton se karta excite ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Wo dashing smart aur polite ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Husband apna aisa bright ho. </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Uski apni ek website ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Network uska world-wide ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Swiss bank mein account 26 - 27 ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Jab shopping kar ke aoon, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">bole begum tum kitni nice ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Husband apna aisa bright ho </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Uff tak na kare, itna quiet ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Jalaa khana khakar bhi, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">usey mujhpe pride ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Mere har nakhre uthaye, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">itna mizaaj uska light ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Apne friends ke saamne kahe, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">tum perfect bride ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Husband apna aisa bright ho. </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Dinner banaye wo, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">jab bhi romantic night ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Hamesha wo haar maan jaye, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">jab bhi koi fight ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Saas sasur ke samne kahe, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">jaan tum hamesha right ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Mujhe rani bana kar rakhe, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">to phir zindagi delight ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Husband apna aisa bright ho. </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Bindaas apni mann ki karoon, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">kuch is tarah ki life ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Har doosre week ghoomne phirne ki flight ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Aisa ho jaye to main udoon aasmaan mei, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">jaise ke koi kite ho </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Husband apna aisa bright ho! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Kaash yeh concept .001 percent bhi right ho, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Agar Aisa apna Husband ho, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">to kya haseen life ho.</span></em></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-36461189390666422722007-05-24T15:13:00.000+05:302008-12-11T06:21:25.883+05:30Whether its Hot or Not- Give Cleanliness a thought !<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RlVkAysSdtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a0Q4LMWIFmA/s1600-h/pretty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068066920445671122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RlVkAysSdtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a0Q4LMWIFmA/s200/pretty.jpg" width="139" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Its pretty hot these days. And hot weather in humid climate leads to lots of sweat. Perspiration leads to a sticky body attracting dirt and grime. Sweat itself leaves an odour when it dries up.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So one has to be careful how one smells and to herself and to others! Apart from smelling good, internal hygiene is also important (whether in summer or winter or any season for that matter!)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">A female is an entire package. It doesn't only matter how you dress up externally. What is important is how attractive you are as a package deal. Women are required to be beautiful. That is the basic nature of a female. Beautiful as a person. Soft spoken and kind hearted. Like they say- Sugar and spice and all that's nice. And nice includes being clean and sweet smelling and pleasant to the eyes as well.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">CLOTHES</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Everyone wants to wear light cotton clothes in summer. Its a good idea! But stick to light coloured cotton clothes unless are going for a special occasion and need to wear synthetic clothes.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><u><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Night Gown fixation for home wear (avoid, yaar!)</span></u></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">At home many females prefer to don cotton nighties (night gown) because they are hassle free and save you from the summer and kitchen heat. My personal preference is to avoid wearing night gowns even if u're at home. Wear it at night and stretch it till you've had breakfast at the most. Then bathe and change into something refreshing. Like a cotton salwar suit. Or cotton trousers </span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RlVigysSdsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/w_g_A-P98FI/s1600-h/nightgowns.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068065271178229442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RlVigysSdsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/w_g_A-P98FI/s200/nightgowns.jpg" width="216" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">and T shirt. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But if you still feel that a gown is more comfy for you, then choose a good one, for your family's (mainly, husband's sake). Many Indian women look at nighties like an engineer's blue body- jacket, in which they can work and also wipe their dirty hands on. Hence, choose the darkest and dirtiest colours much to the disappointment of their spouses. I've been to lingerie shops and seen some women opting for dirty coloured cotton gowns most probably thinking its a nice thing to work in the kitchen in. All this while their men were hoping they'd select something 'stylish or sexy'. So please try to keep night gowns a night affair and go for an apron to wear over your clothes in the kitchen. Or choose pretty cotton gowns in stylish designs and cute colours making you look and feel like a woman and very feminine. Go for ones with laces and flowers and dors (tying threads). Don't wear dirty coloured night gowns driving your own family and spouse away from you.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u>Be elegant even at Home</u> </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Dressing at home does not mean that you can wear some old salwar of one dress and a khameez of another and dupatta of some other! Yuck! Be dignified and look smart whether in home or office. Whether working in kitchen or on the computer. Elegance is very important. And men like it. Be well dressed at all times. Wear the right matching clothes. Stitch clothes especially for home wear, if you have to, instead of wearing clothes which have either been worn or torn out.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">This also serves a dual purpose. You don't have to run here and there searching for decent clothes if someone knocks at your door!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">BATHING/ WASHING</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Don't avoid bathing, especially in Summer. If you've had a bath in the morning and been out in the sun and feel sweaty and dirty again, have a mini bath again. Or at least wash your entire hands, legs, face with soap. And wipe your armpits with water and clean them. And go for change of clothing.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Also take care of your head. Everytime you bathe, bathe your head too! Many women feel that bathing again and again over your hair will spoil it. It's not so. Indian climate requires it. Else your head starts to smell odd. And remember, you will be travelling by a local train and someone might be standing close behind you. Keeping your head clean also keeps away the lice! Those whose heads are always cleaned and washed, have lice-free hair. Even if by chance, you happen to get some through others, they won't survive in clean hair and scalp!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">And like you bathe yourself, bathe your clothes (I mean, wash 'em) too! And please please please do not re-wear once worn clothes again. Our weather and climate do not support it. Many have the habit of wearing something for a whole day at office, then keeping it away for another wear or more before they wash it! Result - smelly armpits and clothes! And people want to run away from you! No amount of perfume or talc can help! If you've worn it for an hour or two and want to wear it for another short wear, its different. But then ensure that after the first wear, the clothes are kept to dry in the sun. Such kind of hygiene will save you from a lot of skin diseases too! Of course, clothes like jeans and codroys, long flowing skirts can be worn for a few wears before wash because while jeans and codroys are of thick absorbing material, long flowing skirts do not directly touch your body.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">AFTER A BATH</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">After a bath, you feel fresh and your skin breathes. Thats the time the dirt over your cells have been cleared and your skin feels good too. Its the time when your skin easily absorbs the body lotions and creams you treat it to. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Use an after shower spray if you can. Spray on your underarms. Then lightly all over you. They make you feel and smell good. Let it dry. If you have the time, use a body lotion on your hands, legs and breasts. And then dabble sweet and mild fragrant talc over you to soak up the oily cream/ lotion. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Avoid deos directly on your body. Though they are meant for your body, they harm your skin in the long run. If you have to use one, go for a reputed brand. We generally tend to buy them coz they're cheap. Yes, they are. For your skin. They can darken your underarms too. Also stay away from deo sticks. Even skin specialists will not recommend them. Excessive usage of deo sticks can lead to lumps or tumors too. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So stick to good shower sprays, if you can afford them. Else use good smelling talcum powder. Best is Johnson Baby powder. Of all the Indian brands I've researched, I haven't come across a really good smelling talc. Even the foreign brands launched in India don't smell as good as their counterparts in other countries. You can check the difference by buying the same talc, same fragrance, same brand- one imported and one their launch for the Indian market. So, baby powders are a safe bet. I knew of the brands Cuticura and Emami of my schooldays. I liked their fragrance, but hardly see them now.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">After you don your clothes and intend to step out, then apply a good perfume. Here again don't wear too strong perfumes, scaring others away from you.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">UNDERGARMENTS</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Undergarments are as important as your clothes. Keep many in stock. And choose good and pleasant designs and colours. Don't try to save money by avoiding buying panties and bras. We don't think twice before blowing money in eating junk and paying lots of money in m</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RlVhPSsSdrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qekzND8_P-o/s1600-h/3panties.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068063871018890930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RlVhPSsSdrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qekzND8_P-o/s200/3panties.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">ultiplexes and even paying double for food there. But generally keep only two or three pairs of panties. Don't be a 'kanjoos' where hygiene is concerned. Keep several panties and don't forget to change everyday. And with every bath. If required, you can change 'em twice even, you've been in sweaty weather.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Also do not forget to throw them away at the right time. Do a scrutiny of your underclothes every 2-3 months and throw away stuff which is worn out. Don't wait for too much wear and tear. Else, you might attract skin rashes and diseases.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Remember- Cleanliness is next to Godliness and all religions also preach 'purity'. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Be clean and smell sweet. In summer and all through the year.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pics courtesy:</span></div><div><a href="http://www.bambooclothes.com" target="_top"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://www.bambooclothes.com</span></a></div><a href="http://www.thesewingplace.com" target="_top"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://www.thesewingplace.com</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.worth1000.com" target="_top"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://www.worth1000.com</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-49285564852577462732007-04-28T00:36:00.000+05:302007-04-30T00:55:49.303+05:30Give it a thought!<span style="color:#330033;">Came across this one in a mail in office... nice one to share with all</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">The Woman in your life!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong> </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Who is earning almost as much as you do; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as, </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Much as you do for 20-25 years of her life; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who, </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family Name </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; </span></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like Yours are to be met; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important Relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some And trust her; </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;">But not many guys understand this... </span></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330033;">Well... Give it a thought now!!</span> </span></span></em></span>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-88330275897501952842007-04-25T23:20:00.000+05:302007-04-26T00:06:23.426+05:30Want Space? Take it !<u><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Dedicated to all the men who need SPACE :</span></u><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Wife bought a present for husband's birthday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">He opened it and said - What the fuck will I do with a Rocket?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Wife : U wanted SPACE.... now sit on it and fuck off!</span>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-55670346856540638252007-04-22T20:20:00.000+05:302007-04-24T23:49:23.609+05:30Goodlooking + Nice? Naah!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Had gone to watch 'Namaste London' with my sister and learnt this new funda from her while we were talking:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>Goodlooking guys aren't nice,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>Nice guys aren't goodlooking,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>Goodlooking nice guys are gays!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I am beginning to believe this is true now! No wonder its difficult to find good guys these days</span>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-50542510314252047982007-04-15T15:50:00.000+05:302008-12-11T06:21:26.084+05:30Being Beautiful isn't easy!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RiIKVqJw-sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZVJiz9aU-us/s1600-h/beauty+parlour.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053613099071896258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RiIKVqJw-sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZVJiz9aU-us/s320/beauty+parlour.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">'Will you come into my parlour?'- said the spider to the fly. Some flashback of a nursery rhyme coming into my head as I am about to write about my trip to the parlour yesterday. And just like the invitation of the spider is lucrative yet cunning, so is the trip to a beauty parlour!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">After the renovation work at home, I noticed that my skin needed pampering. And Saturday was a Bank holiday too! Thanks to Dr Ambedkar! </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So I rushed where men fear to tread- the Ladies Beauty Parlour!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">'Tis the only place where you can shed your clothes and get into a skimpy slip/ towel and announce 'I am ready' without shame! </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">'Tis the only place where a woman feels pampered and can be her natural self away from men's prying eyes! Though women themselves can get inquisitive about other women's underclothes, which is very funny!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">You feel like a queen inside a parlour as 2-3 people attend to you all at once! One is attending to your legs, one your hands and one- your face! But then as the swish-swash begins with wax being applied and removed without emotion, then you want to scream but have to keep your moans limited to small whispers and chokes! Worst is when hand and leg waxing is being done at once by two people, that time you don't know which pain you are reacting to! </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">You feel most relaxed during a facial massage though! But just when you're feeling good and about to fall asleep, you are woken up with mini slaps on your shouders and back! Then you're subjected to steam, after which your nose and chin are pricked in the name of 'blackheads'! You half choke as someone holds our nose and gets working on the pores there! Grr! When that's done, you look and feel like a mess with a wet face-pack on you! As you are trying to see whats happening around you, two wet cotton pads come on your eyes and you go blind! Then you're left alone as the pack dries with no clue of wats happening around you! It seems a long time as you lie there clueless till your face-pack/mask dries and someone comes at last to rescue you and wash it off!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Best feeling is during a manicure and pedicure. But all parlours aren't good at it. You need a really good parlour to really pamper your palms and feet.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Threading is another thing which takes your breath away! It is as harsh as waxing! But thread you must to get your eyebrows in shape! You're asked to hold from here, there stretching your facial skin so that the beautician gets a grip of your eyebrow hair before she pulls it off! You twitch but the thought of looking beautiful keeps you sane!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Finally 2-3 hours later, you're done! Whatta relief! You pay the big bucks and get out feeling and looking great till your next trip! It feels worth the torture and pain!</span></div><div align="justify"></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-51977317900013317022007-04-14T00:31:00.000+05:302008-12-11T06:21:26.246+05:30Keep watching this Space!<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/Rh_aY6Jw-rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/r1gO1uE1XQs/s1600-h/girls_just_want_to_have_fun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997428394916530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/Rh_aY6Jw-rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/r1gO1uE1XQs/s320/girls_just_want_to_have_fun.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Hey, cool poster for my girlie page. I had actually thought of keeping the name of this page- 'Shaggie's Corner'. But then decided against it. This pet name has stuck to me since school. And still goes with me, having entered office also! Shagufta is a bit difficult to digest, na? And Shaggie gels well with my warm girl-next-door image too! ;-) It was okay when I was younger. In fact, in between I'd even tried to get rid of that word. To wipe it out! But somehow it just sticks to me like gum! </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Earlier it was just my very close pals. Now it has spread in office. The more I try to snap it off, the more it comes to me with full force! As I kept achieving seniority in office, I tried to cut out my extra smiles and bring a grim professional look on my face. But when I am in my element, my bubbly side pops up! When the work pressure of the day subsides a bit, my jokes, one-liners and songs keep popping out of me in sudden swings! And then Shaggie seems a proper tag! I tried to keep it away from the new juniors in our team, but they picked up from the old ones! Funniest is when some address me as 'Shaggie Ji' now. Thats kinda wierd! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I am the only one whom people will officially address as 'Shaggie' ( who've known me well!) on office mails. Though I try to revert back with a reminder not to use the same on official emails. Otherwise my kids in Trade Finance branches across North, East and West will skip from 'Ma'am' to 'Shaggie Ma'am'. And I wouldn't want that of course! Lately I've been trying to project a stricter image but with warmth and humour (Cannot loose that quality) and I am liking this respect of being 'Ma'am' or 'Shagufta Ma'am' by all the bacchas from other locations. But my own people will always call me Shaggie. To wipe it out completely, I will have to go to a totally new place where there is no one who knows of this name. But now thru this blog even the others know!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But what I wouldn't mind hearing sometime in my life is someone calling me- 'Shaggie Mom'! (getting senti now)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">As for my page, keep watching it for girlie stuff. Work timings keep me occupied. Else my mind is brimming with girlie articles and secrets! I've rightly</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">called this page 'Girlie Gupshup'!</span></span> </div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-78571826138234534002007-04-08T20:28:00.000+05:302008-12-11T06:21:26.400+05:30We make them Cry<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RhkHxn21eVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c6yZa3aoilA/s1600-h/tears.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051077006166686034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RhkHxn21eVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c6yZa3aoilA/s200/tears.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">'We make them cry who care for us</span></em></div><br /><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">And cry for them who will never care.</span></em></div><br /><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">For the one who truly cares</span></em></div><br /><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Will never make us cry.'</span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Yes, how true. But people run after false dreams and often after people who hurt us and make us cry. And in the bargain we often fail to notice the people who will cry or get hurt for us. Love is a strange thing. We ignore the ones who love us and run after those whom we love even though the one we love might not love us in return. But why so? Because the thought of getting something which is hard-to-get often excites us. Finally we all fall into the trap of hurting one another forming a big circle of pain and sorrow! Then we complain that there is nothing called love.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sometimes when a certain door of life closes on us, we waste a lot of time sulking about it. And in the bargain miss to notice the other door which has opened for us. This door might be full of happiness and love that we always desired. But blinded in sorrow and too much sulking, we realise of the door much too late. Many times, after it has already closed !</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Its better to love and marry the people who love us rather than those whom we love. I also choose to marry the one who loves me rather than someone whom I love and who never cares. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">If all of us, return love for love selflessly, then the world would be full of love and happiness. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Or am I talking of an Utopian world?</span></div></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-44416964699344245412007-04-06T20:38:00.000+05:302008-12-11T06:21:26.691+05:30Hidden beneath the dust<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RhZq1X21eSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Z4nw1BdXYvM/s1600-h/DUSTYFACE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050341497312213282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RhZq1X21eSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Z4nw1BdXYvM/s200/DUSTYFACE.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">For those who are waiting for the posts on this blog (I wonder if anyone even visits it!), the girl in me is covered in dust and grime due to renovation work in our house! So, she's partly asleep! She's still in the philosophical mood and running with a mop and duster as soon as the labourers leave after the flooring, tile etc work for the day! And after she's sure no more dust will be flying and spoiling her skin (its getting darker with cement, seems like!) and hair, she goes and bathes! Feeling fresh now!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Just two more days... one of the bedrooms is a makeshift kitchen now! Many things are in a mess... things, utensils... everything. After all this work is over, I am going to indulge myself to a good facial, hair spa and lotsa pampering ! Hmm... </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Many things around me seem to be in a mess, but all in preparation for a new look and a change for the better. My house, Mira Road station. The latter is preparing for 4 railway tracks. All the stalls outside have been broken, the stairs have been temporarily shifted. For the two extra railway lines, which has been a dream for the people living beyond Borivli. This dream became my own also when we shifted here 4 years back! The 31st March, 2007 deadline for work completion is over and with court extending the deadline to 30th June, 2007 now, work is now going on in full force! The new railway bridge is underway, the new ticket office.... it's going to be neat going by the look of things. But as of now, with the todh-fod, all's in a mess. Not to forget the Mega-Block since 2nd April, 2007! With work in full swing and trains being cancelled (as it is they are few), people living beyond Borivli are facing a problem commuting. The non-risk taking people (like me), end up leaving train after train, else go by auto rickshaw to Borivali (which is quite expensive at Rs 80 per day). But real estates rates in Mira Road have already started soaring. For those who thought, Mira Road was down-market and 'not happening' are repenting now! Its the best place beyond Borivali and the crowd seems increasing by the day!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But to see a new look, you have to go thru mess. Life's like that too if you think about it! I am waiting for happiness too after all the pain in Life! I've already changed the look of my blog - JOURNEYING THRU LIFE! Hope it brings all things positive for me!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">The girl in me wants to sing, dance, be happy, loved and cared for!</span></div><div align="justify"></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031763109051477711.post-54130722337512006792007-04-04T14:04:00.000+05:302008-12-11T06:21:26.877+05:30A ha !<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RhNpDX21eKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o-j548axuCA/s1600-h/freedom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049495113876994210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEIrdIYjO78/RhNpDX21eKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o-j548axuCA/s320/freedom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Hmm... Finally my own space! Away from prying eyes!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Created this separate blog because I wanted to be myself. A true Gemini. A geminian is not one but several people at a time. And my Blog - MY JOURNEY - Showed the serious, sensible and philosophical side of me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">I had many things to speak of like a girl- which I felt restricted from on my blog: </span><a href="http://myjourney-shagufta.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">http://myjourney-shagufta.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"> . I felt trapped there in one mould, hence this new blog!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Through GIRLIE GUPSHUP, I hope to celebrate the girl in me!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Of course, Life is Tough and everything, but why let that affect you ? I am a cockroach and I can survive.... Like a lizard grows back it's cut tail, life is about growing out of your tensions and being yourself! Its about smiling and being a little girlie.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Kudos to Shagufta, the self-psychiatrist who treats her own failures to emerge a winner inspite of pains!</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pic courtesy : </span><a href="http://www.escapefromcubiclenation.com"><span style="font-size:85%;">www.escapefromcubiclenation.com</span></a></span></div>Shaguftahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01018083460050439073noreply@blogger.com0