Stories can be woven around
anything. But then there are stories about real life incidents. These are the
stories which we recollect and remember again and again. These are the stories
which we look up to in optimism.
My look up story is actually the
story of my kids, my daughters, my beautiful princesses, my angels, and my
life. My story of optimism starts and ends with them.
Since the time I became an adult
and much before I decided to settle down in life in matrimony, something which
had always drawn my fascination were kids. Whether it was kids playing across
the street or the little urchin being carried by the beggar at the signal, I
could never resist myself from the temptation of fondling them.
Whenever I had thought of
children of my own, I had always fascinated by having beautiful and loving
daughters who would be with me to love me, care for me and look up to me for
inspiration. Call it destiny or may be the fruits of my earlier good deeds, I
was indeed blessed to be gifted not one, not two but three beautiful angels.
The wonderful time I had bringing
up my princesses is nothing short of fantasy but like every fairy tale which
needs to wind up, my little daughters slowly and steadily grew up. Before I
could even realise, today as I look at them, I can’t even imagine that they
have grown up to be adults and teenagers.
Whether it is my 23 year old
eldest daughter already into adulthood and today my best friend and confidante,
or my second daughter, on the verge of completing her teen-ship and ready to
join her elder sibling in adulthood in just a few days turning 18 or my
cherubic little one, standing on the brink of being called a teenager, just
crossed 12 and eagerly awaiting the teen crown next year, they still seem to be
the little infants for me even now.
My daughters have always found me
to be available for them to share their woes, their happiness and their
concerns or worries. I am so fortunate that my daughters treat me like their
friend and that I know them inside out. And for me too, as their Dad, I am
eagerly waiting for all three of them to take over the mantle from me. My
eldest daughter is already my pillar of support, my child having already
shouldered the responsibility of emotionally taking care of her Dad in his old
and failing age. The kind of values that she has tried to imbibe in her two
younger siblings, I am only proud to be waiting to see the other two angels too
grow up to be such responsible adults as my elder one is.
My daughters are whom I would
always look up to seek happiness in my life. In my pursuit of happiness, I have
indeed been blessed to have these three angels whom I am honoured to look after
in their childhood and who I know would be there to look after me in their
adulthood.
As my princesses would move up in
life pursuing their respective careers, I would look into their eyes with
content and happiness and be optimistic about their future, their life, which
is indeed what my future really is. I would always look up to them and that
will ever be my source of optimism.

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What’s up on WhatsApp! The male dual personality syndrome

Hey, what’s up? What’s that? Two word greetings had become passé ever since the
advent of short messaging services. The SMS had almost revolutionised and
revamped the poor Webster’s who have been trying hard to keep up with the
changing times on their dictionary. So here, what’s up had become whazzup!

Easy on the fingers as one lesser word to type, that’s the excuse, but extra words
to squeeze in within a message and so easy on the pocket, that’s the honest
maxim.

 

Then came WhatsApp and very soon it became the largest messaging platform across the
world. With it ended the era of people being stingy with words. Seconds became
minutes and minutes became hours that people started spending flexing their
fingers on the tiny virtual keyboards of their smartphones.

WhatsApp was a bit scary at start but before we realised it became a necessity. Yeah
true! Perhaps it took the place of food. The slogan changed to Air, Shelter and
WhatsApp. People could now stay without food for hours engrossed in chatting
and food as a necessity of life was thrown out of the door.

 Old friends were contacted, bonds renewed, friendship grew, affairs developed, love
and laughter bloomed, advantages became galore.  To be honest, even business dealings started
being exchanged over this medium. And in all this, emotions became emoticons.:)

 

WhatsApp evolved to keep pace with the needs of the mankind. Ticks started getting
multiplied, adding to the agony and the excitement. Groups were formed and the term
‘administrator’ got a totally new meaning.

 Old school and college alumni started interacting more with groups formed for this.
Then splinter groups too started mushrooming with the boys only for the more
casual talks and the all-inclusive ones for the decent conversations. And this
is where the poor average male started developing a dual personality.

Call it bipolar disorder, a common form of schizophrenia or maybe the more clinically
inclined dissociative identity disorder, at the end of it, the common male
blame it on WhatsApp.

And this is how it starts. There is this common group consisting of all males and
females as members. The male feels the urge to post comments and forwards
galore to this group, the honest intention being just to impress the women folk
with their assumed “Oh! Here is the best gentleman I have ever seen” persona.

So to create that aura, the male needs to look, re-look, edit, re-edit and
finally censor the posts before he puts it on board. Then this poor desperate
anti-hero keeps checking his phone for Ooh-Laala! response from the females.

In between he shifts allegiance to the male only group too this honestly is where
he finds solace to speak up his mind, to be his honest self. He posts the
naughtiest of jokes, forwards the hottest of photos, and downloads all the
raunchy videos that he secretly runs through at least a zillion times in the
cozy comforts of solitude in the washrooms. Here too, he needs to impress, but
the impression to be created is a different type, where men are pitted against
men to prove their raunchiness.

Poor male! It’s a real pity that he needs to go through this multiple personality
disorder just to keep his persona intact.

WhatsApp, you need to take the blame for this neurosis in the common male. You need to
accept responsibility for the mental disorder in men. WhatsApp, you need to be
crucified for this dissociative behaviour of Adam in his quest to impress Eve.

 

PS: The author takes pain to clarify that he is not active in any WhatsApp groups
in either of its forms and hence has been able to live a single personality
life so far. So far, so good! Here’s, wishing myself all the best.

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As we are into the festival of Holi, a festival celebrated with great
fun and fervor across our Country, I just hope that it helps to bring the
society together and strengthen the secular fabric of our country.
While celebrating this festival, let understand the true meaning and
significance of its celebration. Let us celebrate Holi not by just splashing
water and colours on one another, but by way of celebrating it with the colours
of unity and brotherhood. The true meaning of this festival will be realized only
if we use it as an opportunity to forget all difference and indulge in
unadulterated fun.
The true meaning of Holi is not to smear others’ faces with toxic
colours and paints, but to understand that we need to colour our hearts with
all the colours of the world so that there remains no distinction of case,
creed colour, race, status or sex.
We need to smear the colour of love on each other so that we break all
barriers of discrimination and we start looking at everyone as same and try to
reaffirm universal brotherhood.
We would be celebrating Holi in its true spirit, only if we reach out to
others with the colours of joy with love and forgiveness. With so much hatred
around the world in the name of religion, let us try to lift the veil of anger
and acrimony and reach out to each other.
Let us understand the true meaning of the colours. Understanding the
basic colours with which all others are made up would make us understand that
we just need to imbibe these basic tenets of all religions, and we would be
able to mix up with each other so easily.
Red which symbolizes
action, confidence, courage and vitality;
Green
symbolizes life, nature, fertility and well-being:
Blue
symbolizes youth, spirituality, truth and peace.

If we practice
the real meaning of this festival, God will surely wet us with all the colours
in right proportion.
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