The other day a close friend of mine visited me. She was teary and in distress. After a lot of cajoling and a good many rounds of coffee shots (I have no clue how she drank it) she decided to tell me what was troubling her. As predicted – boyfriend issue.
My friend had apparently told her partner that she did not like it when he spoke to other women. She had added that she did not feel insecure as long as it was at his workplace. But when he did so at parties, and more so when he invited them at his house (and made no effort to introduce her to them) it was something that she found disconcerting.
Since we are, we must go. That’s the only constant. It happens to every living being. It must. Then, why do we feel what we feel when a loved one leaves us?
When someone who is very dear to us crosses over to the other side of the bridge why do we feel such myriad emotions like sadness, anger, and disbelief? Why do we start blaming them for leaving us? Why does it take us so long to come to terms with the loss and to get our life back in order? It makes me wonder, do animals feel so too? And trees? I guess not. Only the human brain seems to be programmed in such a way. Continue reading
!!THIS ONE IS FOR ALL YOU BOYFRIENDS / HUSBANDS OUT THERE!!
The relationship is sealed. You are officially now a couple. Congratulations because that means you are ready to deal with your girl’s anger as well (yea that happens!) No? You are not? You are one of those who thought life would pass you by as you wore your rose -tinted glasses? Damn! Well, these are ways you could bring her anger down. Did you just ask whether these were sure shot ways? Nope! They aren’t. Just like nothing else is. By what have you go to lose? You came to the table knowing nothing. So, you might as well see if these work.
Show Of Affection
Women like being shown affection and that does not mean sex. Hold her hand and say sorry. If she’s angry because of someone else and not you, then, after she’s spoken of her woes, hug her. Take her for a drive and then go to a cozy cafe where you can sit together and enjoy a cup of coffee amidst some arm-over-the-shoulder. Yes. You are getting the flow. She needs some PDA and some CDDA (for the uninitiated, that’s closed door display of affection) to get her to simmer down.
Stress, anxiety, unhappiness, worry. Haven’t we all just had too much of it? Nodding your head, eh? I am too – rocking in the same boat as the rest of you out there. This is why I have decided to let some humour enter my life. Hence this post on the various “That Moment When” which I have lately faced. It resulted in some giggles from within me. Maybe it will hep you to smile a little too.
Do share your “That Moment When” with me because it is time that we all indulged in some happiness.
When we were kids we had the courage to dream. We didn’t live in a make-believe world, but we could weave happiness out of small things. When I saw my kid enjoying herself with Colgate’s Magical Sea World Collection, this was just reaffirmed. Why do we, the adult population, then feel scared to do so? And when we do, why do others finger point and label us as day dreamers?
This post is to celebrate International Authors’ Day. It is being hosted by Debdatta Dasgupta Sahay. You can visit her blog by clicking here.
Recently I asked one of my cousins if she had read Satyajit Ray’s ‘Feluda’ as a kid. She nodded and said yes, “His writing in English is so awesome!” I was exasperated! Feluda in English? That’s like having mango milkshake with no mango and only it’s flavour instead. The only language that Feluda should ever be read in is the one in Bengali. More so if you are a ‘Bong’ yourself. She reasoned with me that since she never stayed in Kolkata she didn’t know how to read and write in her own mother tongue. It left me tongue tied.
I didn’t continue with the topic any further, but I asked myself if that was excuse enough? Isn’t one missing out on an essential if he doesn’t know his own mother tongue? I, for one, feel very let down when I see that. And yes, before anyone can say anything, I have started doing the needful with my child because she must know it for sure. She doesn’t have to venture into the ‘History of Bengali Literature’ or know all the intricate nuances of Bengali grammar; but she must be able to read the Bengali newspaper and write an essay in her mother tongue.
My father always said that whatever you do will come back to you, and if doesn’t in this life then it will in the next. Wherever he is, I’m sure he’s having one hell of a new life now given that the life that’s ended for him (leaving us all teary and chaotic) was one that was filled with honesty and hard work.
Continue reading
