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Nah. Not really. Actually I am all for those mushy mushy love stories… the tall, dark, handsome men, who are considerate and ambitious and perfect husband material. 

What I do hate is the reality.

Whatever happened to those men who went down on their knees.. bought flowers…and liked taking long walks…

Are they real or are these writers writing stories just for emotional fools like me!

So one day I sat down to compare these “Perfect Men” with the real ones and what I found surprised me immensely…. Here I have compiled most of it

The real men don’t carry flowers.. coz they carry waterbottles for us…

The real men don’t need villains to cause a rift with their Lady Love. They have an inbuilt mechanism for it called “EGO” …..  and yet when this very EGO fetches them a Job on themselves, there is nothing more we are proud of!

The real men don’t fight hooligans in the train/bus. “When you are with me, we are taking a cab” they declare.. now how do you fight that???

The real men fail to understand why a pen drive is not such a good idea for an anniversary gift. And yet when you remember them every time you use it, you know that they were right somewhere.

The real men for some reason best known to them hate walking in the rains. But isn’t that the most romantic thing ever?  “Lets wait, we will get more time with each other” and now no matter how hard you try you can’t get angry when they put it this way.

Unlike the Heroes who thrive only on love the real men have mundane things like colleges and offices to attend. “That’s for us” they say…  and we stand there speechless…..

The real men somehow don’t understand the Eye language ( now how difficult is that!!)  and yet they write programs in languages called C and Java that actually run the company!!

And unlike the end of every movie….Its surprising how the real men do not put their lady love in trouble. Sheaa… I will never get to be the heroine I thought I would be one  day………          Instead they say “you are my responsibility…..” and suddenly its better to be weak

 

So dear Shahrukh, Hrithik, Ranbir and Tom,

Your ratings have slipped

I’ve realized how easy it is to be perfect for 3 hours in a movie, but difficult be even be 50% of that in real life. That explains why English movies are even shorter!

All the real men out there, you move ahead!!!! :) :) :)

The more I get to know the real men, the more I love and respect them.

Cheers to the REAL men! (though we can do with some flowers ;) )

Abha Deshkar

23/10/2011

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I used to rule the skies,

Soaring high above the nation!

With my dreamy eagle eyes

And on the wings of imagination!

 

Dreamt of being an Air Warrior

And of Touching the sky with Glory!

By Breaking the sound Barrier

And writing my own Story!

 

But not all dreams come true

And neither did this one.

I fell out of the blue

To Crash and Burn!

 

But never the one to give up,

I tried again & again to fly.

Until they said, “Time’s Up!”

Dream shattered, I tried not to cry.

 

Defeated and all Alone,

Tears streaming down my face,

Never wanting to come home,

I still wanted to become a flying ace!

 

Picking the pieces of my broken dreams,

I stood alone that night in the rain.

Screaming silent screams

And crying out my pain.

 

I felt it was better to die

But I never thought of suicide.

I don’t know why

But for that I feel pride!

 

Years have passed by,

I have seen many new dreams

And very hard, I did try,

To make them come true!

 

Some came true,

Many bit the dust.

But I know I will get through

Because in Life, I trust!

 

- Pranjal Wagh

07 October 2011

 

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“I didn’t do an MBA to travel in sleeper class”                       

There are a few words that just get stuck up in my head and this was surely gonna be there for quite some time

What happened was that around 25 of us were sent  on a training by the Co. What this means that the Co was supposed to do all our reservations.

But some fellow sitting in the corporate, screwed up and so we were handed over train tickets -  4 confirmed, 3 RAc and 4 tickets in waiting list. Still not sufficient for 25 ppl, a few people decided not to board the train. The rest of us, 11, boarded. 

In whatever place we had we decided to adjust and wait for the TC. After every few stations the TC changed and thus we kept getting 1 or 2 seats.

It was 10:30 in the night and we were a till 2 seats short. Most of the berths were filled for the longer night journey and we realized we may not get any more.

We had one more option. Till now we were all seated in the 3-AC compartment. We had not yet tried the sleeper coach which was just next to us.

I suggested we try that and conveyed it to a colleague. 2 of us would have to go to the sleeper coach if we get a place.

A girl suggested that it would not be very safe for girls to sleep there and so some guys would have to volunteer

To which we got the reply from a guy “ I didn’t do an MBA to travel in sleeper class”

This guy was an engineer..actually all of us were… We were had  MBA’s from the top notch colleges of India. With exciting salaries and a great future ahead we certainly were on the top of the world. I thought why I had done an MBA and travelling in 3 tier AC was definitely not the motivation.

I volunteered to go.

And now we needed one more person.

Everybody looked at each other.

Eventually another girl volunteered. I must mention this that her credentials included “B-tech from IIT Madras and MBA- Finance from IIM Lucknow” 

“ I didn’t do an MBA to travel in sleeper class” resonated in my head and I almost laughed at the irony.

Is an MBA just a ticket, to a “first class life” ?? What ever happened to PASSION, GOALS, MAKING A DIFFERENCE….or are these just “words for interview” ??

 

What happened in the end??? we got one more ticket in 3rd AC and then me and another friend shared a berth… But the guys….didnt move!!!

 

Learning the ways of life….sometimes the hard way…..

Abha Deshkar

1/10/2011

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