Technology - Love It or Hate It

Reasons I Love Technology

• Makes life simpler or easier
• Research made easy
• Helps to keep in touch with pals old and new

Reasons I Hate Technology

1. Out on a date, and your date cannot stop looking at his phone which is a mini computer anyways can't SMS's, emails, Facebook etc wait for a few hours?
2. In a movie hall and right when it gets interesting (the movie you pervs) someone's phone rings a sad-ass tune.
3. Out with friends and your parents call repeatedly to check where you are.
4. You're trying to read a book, but Facebook distracts you.
5. You need to say something to someone in the next room and you pick up your phone.
6. You are out and realize you have forgotten you phone at home, the entire day is spent feeling like you've left an arm back at home and not your phone.
7. Having a romantic evening and ring goes the phone
8. Looking forward to a relaxing weekend and your boss gives you "homework". And we thought the days of homework ended with school.

Seems like I hate it more than I like it! And still I'm addicted to technology!!! 

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids, On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain, Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day, On the fly?

When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores, Running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste, Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time, To call and say,"Hi"

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift....

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

By David L. Weatherford

About the author


David L. Weatherford is a child psychologist with published poems in "Chicken Soup for the Soul". If you wish to read more of his work you can do so at www.davidlweatherford.com

As I Mature

I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you

All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I’ve learned that no matter how much I care

Some people are just assholes

I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust

And it only takes suspicion, not proof to destroy it.

I’ve learned that you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes

After that, you’d better have a big willy or huge boobs.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others

They are more screwed up than you think

I’ve learned that you can keep vomiting

Long after you think that you’re finished.

I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do

Unless we are celebrities

I’ve learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first

The passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place

I’ve learned that 99% of the time when something isn’t working in your house

One of your kids did it (kids include pets)

I’ve learned that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon

And all the less important ones just never go away

Share this passage with all your pals, who knows something good might happen

If not, TOUGH SHIT!

Crazy Conversations

Have you sat down with a cup of coffee and had random, irrational conversations with yourself? Or sat with a friend and spoken about everything that amounted to nothing?

If you have then you know what I mean when I say that those are the best moments you'll ever have. Absolute carefree, your worries set aside for another day while you indulge the kid in you.

If you haven't, then you should. Some of the best conversations are had with yourself and close second are the one's you have with pals.

Each one of us has a kid trapped within us yelling to be let loose. Every once in a while letting it out to play makes all the struggles of adulthood seem worthwhile. Let down your hair, wear that toothy grin and just run helter skelter coz you can.

What is Love?!?

Have you ever been asked a random question, one that stayed with you for years because you were never really able to find the right answer? Or you answered, but you felt that the answer was incomplete, lacking something.

One lovely rainy day, a friend and me decided to take the bike out for a long drive. A flat tire and a couple of joints later, he asked me, "Lakshmi, what does love mean to you?"

In my usual, know-it-all manner I began to answer and then faltered. How do you describe a feeling? Yes its been defined, people swear by it and have died for it. But how do you know that what you feel is love? 

I've been in love, even as I write this entry, I'm in love, but even today if you ask me to describe what love is to me, I'm short of words. Its not because I'm fickle, I'm anything but (even if I say so myself), but the emotions to me are so strong when I love someone that I find it hard to describe it in words.

Nonetheless, I'm gonna make an attempt to see if I can put down my feelings in words without sounding demented!

I'm in love with a man that can't love me back (the reasons and frustrations there of I'll leave for another entry). The initial attraction was ofcourse his looks and the way he spoke, but as I got to know him every little thing about him seemed interesting. He could make me laugh when I had no reason to laugh, he can make me cry for no apparent reasons too. When I think of him I feel happy and sad all at the same time. I feel like I should be forgetting him because its a doomed relationship, but the thought of him not being in my life (even if it is just a name on my facebook page) makes my stomach do somersaults.

So love to me is an emotion that encompasses every other emotion within itself. You learn to laugh, cry, be happy, be sad, be frustrated and angry and forgiving and vengeful, you see yourself as the worlds most beautiful person and worry at the same time about not being good enough. Its an emotion that gives you strength but makes you vulnerable to doubts. For some people its life and death itself.

To be very honest, I still feel I haven't done justice to the emotion, but someday I hope to be able to put into words what my heart really feels.

Will we ever be proud?!?

I'm an Indian and I'm proud to be one. But there are times when I wonder whether the country is moving forward or backward.

India has come a long way since its independence, it has definitely been accepted as one of the most promising country's and definitely is one country that holds so much talent and potential. Take a look at the article in the link I've posted though ( http://cwg.ndtv.com/commonwealth/article/id/spoen20100156929/type/latest/cwg-kalmadi-defends-himself-accuses-delhi-government-of-corruption-60412.html )

Having had the opportunity to host the CWG 2010, the country is puffed up in pride. Indians the world over have gone sentimentally crazy and there are posts all over the cyber space telling people how proud they are to be Indians. Honestly, I'm proud too. Its a milestone achievement, but!! and there is always a but! When will corruption not be the first thing on people's minds. When will our leaders take more pride in the role they play in this diversely beautiful country.

A lot of people say that its easy to complain and when will we, the general public, wake up and do something about it. I'm gonna ask you this in return. If the general public wanted to look after the affairs of the country individually then why select leaders? Every individual has a role to play and the politicians have theirs and it definitely is not about corruption, theft and terrorism!

Some day we hope that our politicians will put the country before their pockets until then we will just continue to smudge every glory with the tar of corruption!

Being a Woman

Being a woman means being able to love endlessly and expect nothing in return. It means you gotta be strong, ready to shoulder your woes and that of your loved ones.Its about being able to derive the same strength from the love of your family (whether they express affection or not doesn't matter, she should just know that they love her). A woman cannot ever break down, coz the entire family banks on her to be there with a sane head when the goings get rough. It doesn't matter whether she holds a job or is a full time parent/wife, her physical and mental stamina should amaze even the super-heroes. As a daughter she needs to be perfect, be forthcoming, and extrovert (but know when to be introverted and how to balance that out), she needs to learn how to be a woman, a wife and a mother. As a young lady she needs to be classy, sexy and still someone you're mother would like. She needs to be able to hold a conversation and still learn how to stay silent so she doesn't shine brighter than you. She should know how to flirt, but dare she flirt. She's cold if she doesn't like your advances and a slut if she does. 

She should continue to look pretty even when she's had a rough day or is expected to age prettily or else you'd wander away, but dare she feel that you're beginning to look like a slob (wandering away is not even an option). 

We all like to think that the days when the girl child was considered a burden are behind us. But how many of us today would still prefer to have a boy child rather than a girl? Marriage is considered to be the epitome of her life, why I ask? Why are girls still a burden? All the girls that I know are strong, can fend for themselves and can look after their families with/without the support of a man. And still, all we are told repeatedly is that we are incomplete without a man. A woman has to be willing to leave everything she holds dear when she marries a man and then too, she isn't marrying just the man, she marries the man's entire family. Why then isn't she treated better? Why does she still play 2nd fiddle to everyone in her husbands life. Basically for a woman, it has got to be husband first, then her kid, hubby's family, then her family, then hubby's pals and only then her pals. For a man its his family, his kids, his friends and then his wife. 

99% of the men that'll read this will take offence and say to themselves or even comment, that I've got them wrong. To that I'll say this, some of you my darlings are definitely not cut out of the mold I describe, but the rest I dare you to prove me wrong.

This note is inspired by some crap a pal is going through. But mostly its stuff we girls go through our entire life anyways. I'm not particularly trying to place blames, but I am trying to understand why I have to be the strong, sacrificing and compromising one everytime. 

I AM A WOMAN AND I DESERVE BETTER!! I'M NOT WEAK BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE STRONG ALL THE TIME EITHER!