The Rich,Famous and the Show-offs.
The much talked about, the much hyped 'Liz-Nayar' wedding, finally got over.
Whoa! I can''t even imagine the money spent on the wedding celebrations.
First a wedding in England, then a week long lavish splurge in India.
Was it really required? I know love has no limit....but how much is it worth?
It was a complete show-off of their wealth. Ridiculous, I would say.
The media just went over the top trying to report something they weren't even invited to. Don't we have enough news to report, that all the news channels had almost dedicated half the air time to the guest list, the songs that would be played, the designers, their wedding attire...oh...the list is endless...is this stupidity or what?
So, whats next, A wedding in every country they've been to.
The whole meaning to the most sacred wedding ceremony has changed.
Now, the whole 'wedding thing' for the rich and the fame-starved, is to show the world their wealth and give the media their day in the sun.
The money (not all of it...maybe even one-fifth of their total expense)could have well been spent on something more fruitful, for the poor in this country, for the sick, for the old, for the orphaned kids, for the blast and accident victims....so many could have benefitted. But, no. That was not to be.
Our country is seeing, the rich getting more richer and the have-nots remaining have-nots.
Hope, there is a day, soon, when every single family in this country, can atleast afford to have a decent life and two meals everyday.
Tiny Droplets of water, balancing immaculately on the green leaves, on the tender petals, glistening in all its glory when the first rays of the sun caress them. Dewdrops are beautiful,just the way I wish to turn this world into a beautiful place. UTOPIA is what I dream of.
Mar 12, 2007
Mar 8, 2007
Women on Top!!
Newspapers, news channels, entertainment channels, print ads, almost just everything
had one common thing today.....Women's Day!
Celebrating womanhood, women emancipation, women on par with men, women raring to go ahead in every walk of life....wow! its so nice to hear these jargons...but how many women are really enjoying it!
The fact is, not many.
If only this effort, time and money was put into benefitting many more deserving women, who aren't as lucky as many of us.
The very fact that I woke up today to read some disturbing news about attrocities on women, not one, but three different news articles, in the same newspaper which had a few pages dedicated to celebrating women's day!!
Thats the irony in today's world.
Its so easy to ignore the brutal reality and embrace a 'make believe' world, which sadly is a distant dream for many women who are silently suffering.
Happy Women's Day to all the brave,courageous women who are fighting a silent battle against abusive men somewhere.... who knows, maybe in a house next door.
Newspapers, news channels, entertainment channels, print ads, almost just everything
had one common thing today.....Women's Day!
Celebrating womanhood, women emancipation, women on par with men, women raring to go ahead in every walk of life....wow! its so nice to hear these jargons...but how many women are really enjoying it!
The fact is, not many.
If only this effort, time and money was put into benefitting many more deserving women, who aren't as lucky as many of us.
The very fact that I woke up today to read some disturbing news about attrocities on women, not one, but three different news articles, in the same newspaper which had a few pages dedicated to celebrating women's day!!
Thats the irony in today's world.
Its so easy to ignore the brutal reality and embrace a 'make believe' world, which sadly is a distant dream for many women who are silently suffering.
Happy Women's Day to all the brave,courageous women who are fighting a silent battle against abusive men somewhere.... who knows, maybe in a house next door.
Mar 1, 2007
My dear friend Shobs had written the following and I loved it so much, that I wanted to put it in my blog.
Hair today, Gone tomorrow
I can still recall the moment; I sprouted out on the vast expanse of Susie’s head. It was the first glimpse I had of what I had to brave to be called the crowning glory. The look on Susie’s face when she saw me for the first time will be etched in my mind for all eternity. I was her pride and joy and, was flaunted before every adoring aunt, uncle, and grandparents but, most important of them all was, the seemingly endless care that she bestowed on me. I was the first thing she laid her eyes on every morning and the last thing on her mind every night. She pampered me with the best and made sure that I shone like the stars. I had found Utopia but, as I would soon find out, that was not to be.
Susie was now thirteen years old, and was convinced that I would suit her better if I were dyed red, with streaks of blue, and curled. It was just the curtain raiser for the myriad ways in which I would be styled and groomed and never one for complaining, I simply complied to her every wish. But, eventually the routine caught –up with me and the effect of all those different dyes, curling irons, and dryers began to wear me down. At this point, I assumed that my dear girl would stop and let me be, natural.
On a fine Sunday morning, Susie decided to walk into the best hair saloon and there I was, waiting to be pampered and groomed. But, then I felt the cold steel cut through me. Just as I thought that my tryst with destiny was over I heard the roaring of the electric shaver and knew that it was the end of me.
Hair today, Gone tomorrow
I can still recall the moment; I sprouted out on the vast expanse of Susie’s head. It was the first glimpse I had of what I had to brave to be called the crowning glory. The look on Susie’s face when she saw me for the first time will be etched in my mind for all eternity. I was her pride and joy and, was flaunted before every adoring aunt, uncle, and grandparents but, most important of them all was, the seemingly endless care that she bestowed on me. I was the first thing she laid her eyes on every morning and the last thing on her mind every night. She pampered me with the best and made sure that I shone like the stars. I had found Utopia but, as I would soon find out, that was not to be.
Susie was now thirteen years old, and was convinced that I would suit her better if I were dyed red, with streaks of blue, and curled. It was just the curtain raiser for the myriad ways in which I would be styled and groomed and never one for complaining, I simply complied to her every wish. But, eventually the routine caught –up with me and the effect of all those different dyes, curling irons, and dryers began to wear me down. At this point, I assumed that my dear girl would stop and let me be, natural.
On a fine Sunday morning, Susie decided to walk into the best hair saloon and there I was, waiting to be pampered and groomed. But, then I felt the cold steel cut through me. Just as I thought that my tryst with destiny was over I heard the roaring of the electric shaver and knew that it was the end of me.
Who doesn't desire for a carefree life....free from responsibilities...
We need to be in 'Utopia' to experience it.
(or do we?)
Every single day, every single moment we have some responsibility or the other to be fulfilled. Sometimes, we are just lifted from our secure surroundings and put in circumstances wherein we are forced into weird responsibilities.
But, the whole beauty of such situations is that we (effortlessly) do manage to fulfill them, ......most of the times atleast.
We need to be in 'Utopia' to experience it.
(or do we?)
Every single day, every single moment we have some responsibility or the other to be fulfilled. Sometimes, we are just lifted from our secure surroundings and put in circumstances wherein we are forced into weird responsibilities.
But, the whole beauty of such situations is that we (effortlessly) do manage to fulfill them, ......most of the times atleast.
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