Ugly pink shirt guy...

Yesterday was a day of disasters n absolute irritation ... once again folks started wid their raga of "meet a boy" ..didnt want to spoil my mood so went ahead wid what they said...

And my-my what a circus bunch dey were... antyji & bahu wanted to c me first and if ( pls note "if') they like find me ok ( i.e eyes, hand, legs, ears all in place & to ensure that i dont resemble an alien) only then the son would come. After the initial helloji & namstey, finally sat in one of the coffee shops ( which by the way had loads of yummy stuff to eat.. planning to go back again for that)... 5mts down da line da stupid ( MBA qualified ) bahu calls the boy to come ...Finally DA man comes .. in a pink teeee ( all wid prints n stuff) standing only 4ft tall( atleast dats how tall he looked from up here)..... his fingers had chuky rings n had a whole lot of moli tied on his hand.. how gawar (!) ... n uskey kalley, ghaney baal is sure worth a mention.. like he hadn't taken a hair cut for eon's...the enthu cutlet autnyji said"beta if u want to talk seprately pls do" ..everyone sitting in dat place was wid deir friends and all n here i was stuk wid an ugly pinky who didnt want to talk at all... atleast if he was gud luking it wouldn't have been so torturous ..I quickly finished my ice tea and asked for da bill ( during which my dad managed to fall n sprain his ankle as well).

D day went from bad to worse wid dad falling n spraining his ankle ... n today he is sitting wid a big swollen foot.. Now atleast I can tell him "c da guy is unluky for us.. u met him once n u injured urself so badly" ..

hhmmm... y du i have to bear wid such losser's when i know someone out dere is made for me ..whose heart wud fit mine just right... Hope he finds me soon cause i think i am loosing myself...

My loss

We cope with these everyday losses fairly well. We adjsut our attitude or change our prespective, method or approach. Some losses we consciously greive ,others we hardly notice beacuse they occur so slowly. But we keep moving ahead with creative persistance.. This is after all life.. but what about internal losses?? arent they the worst? These are the prerivations and abuses that seem to be a normal part of our life but at the same time are not.. they rob us of love, trust, self esteem, confidence and a sense of worthiness..We bleed internally with these losses... and then there are life's land mine losses..these are explosions we never expected, didnt deserve, and couldnt prevent..they rip our world apart, leaving gapign holes where something or someone important used to be..They strike at our foundation and leave us lonely, lost, frightned, angry, insecure and needy..

Pain is a language without words- so it is untouched by words, does it help to know that my prayers for you are often wordless too? And shaped like tears...

Comes the Dawn

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to understand that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head held high and your eyes wide open.
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
You learn to build your roads
On today because tomorrow’s ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have
A way of falling down in midflight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...and you learn
With every goodbye you learn.

-Veronica A. Shoffstall