Saturday, March 1, 2008

Is your Lipstick still ON??



To all Women : It's a LIPSTICK ALERT!!


Those perfumed hussies are just asking for trouble:

One of the leaders of Malaysia’s Islamic opposition has upset women in the country by suggesting that they should stop wearing lipstick and perfume to lower the risk of being raped.
Nik Abdul Aziz, the spiritual leader of the Pan-Malaysian Islamic Party, claimed that even women who wore Muslim head-scarves could arouse men if they also wore make-up and perfume. The end result could be rape or molestation, he said.



Published Date: 03 September 2003
Source: The Scotsman
Location: Scotland

Malay Islamic leader warns lipstick and perfume are rape risks
By GETHIN CHAMBERLAIN

ONE of the leaders of Malaysia’s Islamic opposition has upset women in the country by suggesting that they should stop wearing lipstick and perfume to lower the risk of being raped.
Nik Abdul Aziz, the spiritual leader of the Pan-Malaysian Islamic Party, claimed that even women who wore Muslim head-scarves could arouse men if they also wore make-up and perfume. The end result could be rape or molestation, he said. Many women from Malaysia’s Malay Muslim majority wear a moderate form of Islamic dress, such as long sleeves and a head-scarf covering the hair but leaving the face exposed. Younger women often wear the head-scarf with modern clothes such as jeans, as well as make-up and jewellery. Ivy Josiah, a leader of Women’s Aid, said Nik Aziz’s comments suggested he believed victims of rape were responsible for provoking it. "Rape is a chosen action by men who want to assert control over women," she said.

But Anwar Bakri, an adviser to MrAziz, said: "[Mr Aziz] said that just like we carry money safely hidden away from the sight of thieves, practising good dressing and moderation can avoid attracting sex maniacs." The fundamentalist Pan-Malaysian Islamic Party is the country’s largest opposition group.

Last Updated: 03 September 2003 12:00 AM

The above is a news report. I got stuck up while I was looking for something very positive about wearing lipsticks but out of all the searches I made, this just degraded my idea to any good belief. To the worst, I expected the Lead content in Lipsticks or alike but this came out to be the worst of the worst.
I'm not at all lipstick regular but it made me aware of the very opposition to any kind of make-up - be it sprinkling perfume, to make-over, to just highlighting lips...

I could also pen down some views from some website where you will read how varied views are:

The cherry gloss or the fire engine red?
Lipstick won't matter a jot if this story from the source quoted above
comes true.Posted by: pooh at September 3, 2003 at 07:03 PM

Hmm, Aziz by his generalization, given a majority of Malaysians are muslims, many Muslim men are potential rapists. Dr. Mahatir incumbency as president of Malaysia was an unfortunate influence, Mahatir stirred the fundamentalist heart. But, then, Mahatir is a vulgar man.
In view of primitive ape-man Aziz, however, one hopes his successor is of finer metal.I refer readers for a summary of why, becuase it is well and quickly put, to a recent article on Malaysia, pointing up the contrast between Muslims in Malaysia as opposed to Islamo-fascist parties and theocracies. Go to von Mises Institute on the internet.Posted by:
d at September 3, 2003 at 07:10 PM

I wonder what Broinowski will have to say about this.Posted by: Andjam at September 3, 2003 at 09:06 PM

Oh yes, because a woman is to blame when she is raped. Thankfully I don't live in Malaysia, where I may be tempted to dismember a few, um, members.Posted by: Caz at September 3, 2003 at 09:49 PM

Why not adopt the Somali/Chad/assorted other havens of forward thinking/ method of rape prevention?A stich in time saves nine.Posted by: Habib Bickford at September 3, 2003 at 10:39 PM

No, Caz, the woman is ONLY to blame for being raped when the rapist isn't white. Otherwise the fault lies with America, capitalism, angry white men, and McDonalds.Posted by: Clem Snide at September 3, 2003 at 11:26 PM

"princess pink"Posted by: section8 at September 4, 2003 at 02:48 AM

Anyone wearing lipstick should be raped immediately.
The temptations caused by lipstick are too much for men to restrain themselves. Society is being destroyed by lipstick.
I am only a slave to my id and hormones. I must be a republican.Posted by:
hfsc_peace at September 4, 2003 at 07:02 AM

So islam is the religion of love and tolerance is it? I don't think so folks. I'll stop here or the rant will go for pages. Backward thuggish morons.Posted by: Jake D at September 4, 2003 at 11:10 AM

Just hope those Malaysian boys wearing aftershave know what they're doing.Posted by: Rob (No 1) at September 4, 2003 at 11:11 AM

Strewth, Rob, a rampaging pack of transvestites will be after them.Posted by: d at September 5, 2003 at 01:01

Truly speaking, these comments look disdain to me.
This forced me to dig my own answers to such a warning situation. In order to achieve my objective, I came across this novel that talks of quite a similar scenario as in - this Lipstick crap.

Follows the review of a book named 'Lipstick Jihad' which I believe leaves this discussion yet very controversial ......

Azadeh Moaveni grew up in San Jose, California, the daughter of Iranian emigres (her mother never did like the word "immigrant"). As with most children of emigres, she feels she straddles two cultural worlds, the exotic Iran, home to some of the world's greatest poets, dense, fragrant orchards and finest carpets, and the United States, the land of her classmates and her adopted land. As a young girl she had wonderful memories of a summer spent visiting relatives in Tehran, and in university she developed a strong interest in her Iranian heritage. She became a reporter for Time magazine, and, after a stint in Cairo, she was assigned to work in Tehran.

This personal memoir describes her life in Tehran between the years 2000 and 2002. When she arrived in Tehran in 2000, she realized that Iran was in the throes of a huge change. The generation, or the under 30's, that grew up after the Islamic revolution and which made up nearly 2/3rds of the current population of Iran, seemed no longer willing to be slaves to Islamic ideology. Most of that change was internal and had occurred in their thinking, value or belief systems. There wasn't much about their outward appearance that could tell one that there was a monumental change going on. There was one exception, however, and that was in the way the women dressed---she found that they now wore veils of dazzling colors leaving their hair slightly exposed which was a huge no-no in the years immediately after the Islamic revolution. It is this colourful rebellion that prompted the author to call her book "Lipstick Jihad" which when translated literally would mean, 'the war of the lipstick'.

The veil was responsible for causing many emotional and physical problems but the biggest problem it seems to have caused was a social one---a burgeoning of clinics specializing in cosmetic surgery. Since only the face of a woman could be revealed, women were obsessed with having a near perfect one, which unfortunately meant lots of costmetic surgery, but especially rhinoplasty. Men, too, seemed to favor nose jobs (perhaps to achieve a more Western look and thus appearing less traditional), even the ones that didn't actually have a nose job, would use post-surgical bandages anyway, because they looked cool!

Realizing she was in the midst of a youth rebellion and wanting to get an authentic feel for what was happening, Moaveni decided to live like any young Iranian---she delved deep into Tehran's secret underground, she attended parties where young people did drugs, holidayed with them at ski resorts, attended youth movements and so on. What was most disturbing to her were the clandestine house parties that encouraged young men and women to mingle.

As she aptly points out in her book:

"... the codes of the Islamic Republic banned young men and women from interacting casually together, attending soccer matches, stydying at the library or going to the movies together. As a result, when they met at these underground parties and were finally permitted a few hours in each other's company, they scarely knew what to do, or how to behave. They had never developed a sense of what normal behavior between the sexes looked like; not only were they lacking a template, they found the prospect of normality unsatisfying. Instead, they sought to contrast the oppressive morality outside with amplified decadence behind closed doors..."

So in reality, state-sanctioned sexual puritanism unwittingly had eroticised the society, keeping sex as much on people's minds as it was in the rhetoric of religious leaders. But even these very same religious teachers or the Mullahs couldn't help but push their carnal desires to the front. Many of them would resort to Shiite custom called 'signeh', a temporary marriage, very convenient for a man when he wants to sleep with a woman and yet not marry her. A 'signeh' could have a man and a woman married in as little as 15 seconds and the marriage could be annulled as soon as the carnal act was over, sometimes in less than 15 mins.

So clearly, the Islamic revolution was not acheiving all that it had set out do, if anything, it was turning Iran into a sick, depraved society. People were getting so disillusioned with Islam that many were turning away from Mecca and finding solace in in the Hindu mystic Sai Baba, Yoga, Sufism etc. ( Eastern spirituality, with its internally directed, pacifist sensibility, was the ideal antedote to the militant, invasive brand of Shiite Islam imposed by the regime) This is not how the reformists of the 1979 revolution had meant for the new Iran to be and they too were baffled that their utopian vision had produced an oppressive overly sexualized society. However, because most of the reformists came from an ultra-traditional class that held more conservative social values than the majority of the Iranians, they still refused to see that women's oppression was among the Islamic Republic's central problems.

"...this was the Achilles heel of their movement, this foolish idea that they could take a Western concept, like democracy, alter it with Islamic attitudes toward women, and expect it to function properly..."

As a journalist, this was a very exciting time for Moaveni to be in Iran, and she effortlessly combines commenting on the political goings-on of the country alongside her own personal journey. She reveals her private struggle to build a life in a country with medieval laws and customs, wholly unlike the sweet, pomegranate-tinted Iran of her imagination. Hers is the struggle of a young woman searching for a homeland that may not exist.


I took this review from LOTUS READS and felt like I had learned about the Iranian youth struggle to some extent, but then again, since most of the author's sources seem to have come from affluent urban families in Iran, it's hard for the reader to tell if these views are shared by the majority in Iran. Still, it is an authentic view and I am better off for having read it.

[P.S it would be great if you guys can post your views as to what you feel all about this BAN/ALERT]




Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Little Less Conversation


$$ Excuse Me! If you don’t mind can you adjust my excess luggage on your Boarding Pass?
Certainly, he said. $$


We queued up in line and when it was his turn, he mumbled something to this girl at the counter and all was done. He handed over my boarding pass. And he became invisible after I thanked him.

I boarded GoAir and was well seated. There was this girl sitting on my left and the right was not yet occupied. And…. here I see, the guy who helped me sits beside me.

I had this heavy baggage cos I said Goodbye to my Mumbai :( My father had not been keeping well as he was admitted in ICU for the 2nd time and was fighting for his life. Consequence of being a “Chimney”, in other words, chain smoker. Trust me! want a slow, gradual and rotten death - puff poison equivalent!! Huh…No wonder why I hate SMOKERS …Anyways, I decided to leave my job and be with family…also my brother’s wedding was on roll.
My brother had given me the TIPS as to ask help from some traveler to adjust my luggage with his/hers. And to my least expectations it did happen. God’s grace! Firstly, I was at peace of not struggling with so much packing and secondly, heard good news of papa recovering and getting shifted to deluxe ward.

$$ Hi, I’m Vivek Lodha.
{I gave a pleasing smile. I am always uncomfortable opening my mouth to strangers as I am least interested…No mater how hot he is :P}
I am returning from Goa after lovely vacations. Though I have landed a month back from New York. Guess, what’s my qualification?
(I nodded my head as in No, I dunno!) I’m IIT from Mumbai. I worked in New York for 6 months that changed my life entirely. My father owns huge business and now I am looking after his Empire.(How braggy huh!! ) I stay in Jaipur. And You know what, I got this free return ticket from Mumbai to Jaipur as I am a frequent flyer by this airline...... $$

Trust me till now I haven’t uttered a single word.. Phew….
No one in the flight talked as it was morning hours and all had been either involved reading newspaper or some taking good nap. But…. What I see….. diagonally opposite to me( as in eye view)… This little girl is sitting with both her legs on arm rest with both her elbows resting on her laps and hands on her cheeks. She was so dedicatedly staring and listening to one sided conversation.
I could not be rude to this stranger any which ways. I kept giving smirks which I never was willing to. I was very tired, upset as left Mumbai and tensed cos of my father.
And yeah how can I not mention. I hate traveling in flights :( be it the shortest distance. I feel as if my ear drums bleed. Ahhgg.... and already that ‘radio mirchi’ beside me.. What a crap! One and a half hours… I had to spend with that guy… But he was quite a dashing personality ;)
In between, I excused him again and asked if he could exchange seats. He denied :( and said I like the corner seat. It made no sense giving him any explanation as he started with his own talks. I actually was bearing his flirts. Mommaa…
He then blabbers……..
$$ Oh! So u like Sanjana of Pyaar tho Hona Hi tha…$$

I was like what the F*** … He tried to explain me the particular shot when Kajol is chanting Holy as flight is on run way and is about to take off. Ajay Devgan talks makes her gain his attention and she forgets all and blah blah blah… huh...as always I smirked. He had been given so many hints of not interested in his conversation. But him shameless. He himself boosted that how can one keep quiet in the entire journey. How boring things become if no interaction, no conversation.I was like hmmm... I was looking at my watch- It was an hour more flight. How could he resist not saying anything. Well well… I thought I have no option than be patient n talk if given permission and yeah patiently listen to his never ending story.
So, I thought to gave him rest for a minute and meantime he can answer my query. I just asked as to which batch he was in IIT. What a surprise…. He had known some of his seniors and have heard my brother’s name.. And yeah must to mention…Love story of Samy Bhiya and Shikha Di (my bro’s best frens…. Wonder how famous their story is..anyways…)

In that hour he told me all about his affairs, his purpose of visit to Goa, with the girls he stayed in Goa, what kind of a life partner he was looking forward to, his affair with this married woman in New York who’s husband a Chef in some Hotel, her kid he loved, that kids acts, his peg of kiss(es), his…………………


Holy!!! he spoke to me of everything. Damn Damn…. Here in my mind I was counting every minute. In that vacuumed flight there was only one voice that could be heard and it was HIS… It never looked to me as if it was our first meeting. Though I never gave him much details about me… He could also talk about my nature.. Bull shit!! He was shooting arrows in the dark…
I felt he was all at this best to impress in every way…. N hey… that little girl … she had good entertainment I suppose, as she was so stuck for one and a half hour…. what a Guy… Gawd….. Even the air hostess who passed by had that typical smile to pass while he had been conversing… But for once… I had actually forgotten all my tiredness and tension and everything….. Cos I think to some extent I got Chemically Involved :P { I just phrased it.. even I dunno what I mean by Chemically Involved lol…..but I’m sure it holds some meaning….lol}

Announcement -----Yipeeee,,,, I was sooooooooooo happy :: I gave a BIG smile… and how could he fail to comment or rather compliment my smile and looks… grrrr… I believe I was attacked by a Grizzly Bear,,,,, heheh….. But ain’t I heights of Patience …. :P
The flight landed. He got off and was waiting by the stairway.. Mannnnnn… his willingness is too determined… lol… Like a gentleman, asked if he can help with my hand baggage.. I thanked him. We shook hands.. Said nice meeting you.. And then he asked to keep in touch…. Finally I said… Thank you again… It was nice talking to you.. and I think we were meant to know each other till here only.. :P
And now this time he had nothing to say.. I was stringent with my words….. I know.. But I Think I was Right…. Last he saw me was at the conveyer belt with not wanting to leave without exchanging numbers. Alas! I am Hopeless, I think he realised :P He left!!! and I was now in car … and on the way, MAMA gave me a technique to rejuvenate my eardrums ...
;) After all, it was too less a conversation!!

Friday, January 11, 2008

like a Sculpture Relief !!



Feeling without judgment is a washy draught indeed; but judgment untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.
Charlotte Bronte

My dad's an advocate by profession.He prejudges the situations much before they ought to occur and reads his clients psychology from a very entrance to the office. So how can we family members be spared from this unique talent of his.. With no false intentions he enjoys knowing and discovering events with us children (be it married cousins, bachelor cousins or friends). I dont know by default its witnessed:- me to be the most devilry of the lot [huh!! why only me yaar] Its evident - all the most innocent and naive are often blamed. Cows na... beer all ;) heh...
Parents { all the elderlies in the family} come up with vague conclusion at times {only for me haan}... I frequently undergo this collision... [c again me only] I feel as is I am oscillating in undefined groove - Am I a kid or I have grown up? for some things they say -" U no more a kid haan" and very same time - "U haven't grown that much".. Hellllllowwwwww!!!!!! Is there any stand point to where I belong :? phewwwwww.... Avoid it! smile as long as river Nile ! {see how easy going I am after so many traumatic plight :) thank u, thank u... Its so much me :D heh}
Astounded are my parents!!! hahaha.....a holly terror {was never but named by all} came out to be someone they never expected... A sanctitude girl!! A family girl!! A girl whom they thought to have umpteen affairs {as was a Halla Bol in my stupid town huh} BUT unheeded the affairs {as they now know :P} A girl.... A girl... A girl..... {wooooooooooo.... jactitation..... gha gha gha !!}

Off lately, parents came across so many love marriages happening and so they were so sure of me :P but but but...... they stated a similie - you are like a Sculptural Relief!!! [heavy haan]
[P.S. Let me explain:I know someone will surely ask me to.. I know that someone is conveyed :) - by this they meant... of all the happenings in society u stand out to our disbelief!! lol :P]
{chuck yaar I will explain that someone in person}

Cock-a-Hoop :)

Alike.... ahem ahem... even my lungs are stuffed [take a deep breath - evil will come out :P]

Even I was convincing myself if this is me???? tch tch tch... chaaaa.... wat an image :? so much unlike my appearance :) watever haan.... enuf degrading - i m not THAT bad after all.
anyways...
One day I told mom - "Mom, I have no guy in my life nor I can conclude one to marry.. So.. its all yer choice"
{ I know all u idiots must be laughing naaaa... soon will fade away huh!}
Mom for once felt diabetic.. trust me.... I saw that relief and glow on her face as if she had been longing for this... candy me!!! [ Naah...I think adventurous me :P ]
Then I thought too much of buttering.. what if unknowingly I end up with someone.. {right time right thought.. bacha liya Babaji :) } I immediately tailed my phrase and said "But keep the options Open, Mom! " {hahahaha.... ab tho saari stupid hansi udh gayi na? :) }
But Mom's no less and she gave me those looks [ye lo I got conveyed - Diplomatic me... phewww].. What to do yaar?? I have to think in all directions na...Nothing is easy na...

No matter though...

Believe me....to keep convincing the family I recently caught up with one song which I have played like 56th time now... :) [arre samjha karo yaar... kitna melodious tareeka hain kuch ehsaas dilaane ka :) ]

So the track attached below .. I dedicate to myself ..... gha gha gha :D

Farishta nahi mein (3)
Jo ishq na kar saku

Farishta nahi mein (3)
Jo ishq na kar saku (3)

[Kitabo mein lipti hui
koi mein kahani nahi ] (2)

Mein zinda faasana tera
Meri aankhon mein saasein leti hai
Ek zindagi

Masiha nahi hoon (3)
Jo ishq na kar saku (3)

[Kinaro pe dooba hoon mein
wafaon mein uljha hoon mein ] (2)

Tera hi junoon hai mujhe

Teri yaadon ko sajda karti hai awargi

Mein lamha nahi hoon (3)
Jo phir na aa saku (3)

{Sing with me yaar - my way - my tunes}
{C how happening a life can become}

:) Cheers!!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

A patron of my Life



Grand Cities Petite Hearts

'Give n Take' is what they trait

Be your relatives or family frens
a favor to ask is like a sinful flask...

[I have been a victim to this covetous odor]


Once someone pricked : Welcome to Mumbai! I wondered- Was that someone actually welcoming? or sarci? or meant something else? whatever...I dismissed with a smile.
And soon I graduated and got my Post Graduate admittance. To my belief after a lavish hostel life the hardship of life commenced. A PG or a flat to put in ,with some new and some familiar faces to adjust. A lot of struggle i eased. Alas! a time came when I craved for a good looking accommodation as always had one. Hey!! I was not thrown out from the last one.....OKAY!! I only had problem with the PG as the landlady lied to me about few things for which I was totally against (now dun ask for what all haan :/) Anyways... SO,papa asked me to put up at one of our family frens place. Imagine my cousin Nani who always cared for me in my grads as she was my LG, I could not ask her to accommodate me till the time i find one place. I know its weird but it was actually weird may be cos I figured some changes. Ahhhh... what ever yaar..... so so I had put up at uncle's place. Since my quotes says it all... I experienced that they could just accommodate me for two days max and then had some excuse.
Trust me ... I felt so alone.. {the words of that someone harked back} Having a boy fren at that time, I could not expect much too from his side... my luck u can cite it... But I cannot blame him as I could not count upon him(he too being an outsider plus he helped to an extent he could and for me that was enough!) I was given a deadline of 4 days and in this so so so short time line I never wanted to end up in any filthy place. I was feeling incapacitated .. and bewildered as to what will happen now? I promised my words to parents and never wanted to bother them.

[Ever thot of a Godfather figure to appear in this crucial stage?? I just could not...read ahead]

My neighbor from Kota was residing in K'vli(as a tenant). He was a surrogate brother... Believe me... I can even call him my Godfather now.. Only person who helped me in and out from all the difficulties i faced in Mumbai.. He gave me space in his Flat till the time i got a decent place to live in looking at all the factors . He gave me his own room so as to have my own privacy.. Kept my huge junk of luggage at this place.. Roamed to each and every corner of Mumbai to find me a place.And we ended up in a PG in K'vli .. very very close to his place.....
Being a delicate darling I fell ill so many times.. he was always there for me.. even cooked food for me..helped in whatever best way he could...

It was an awesome time... I remember that night.. I dint dine one day and was bad hungry... I called him up at 12 at night just talking vot my stupidity and can u beat this,,,,,, he was there with large Maggi packet and some biscuits and some cake ... that was worth a starve ;)
People called our relation many names but no one could spot how purely it dealt a brother and a sister relation...anyways it never mattered to both of us... We had our times...

As kids, we(all us neighbors) spent such a lovely time in our colony playing "railway cut" in those full moon nights," dark room","vish-amrit",badminton,basketball,cricket,volleyball and all those stupid silly games that kids play... :)Time passed by and u call it a coincidence or destiny - Never imagined I will ever find a Godfather... How unlikely - A next door neighbor in a different city.
And its till today's date that I ask him for anything or any help or solutions to undergoing conflicts or any any damn thing .. I can spill my beans with him to any extent (perverts stay out of this phrase) ... He guides me and advices me...career.. love life...family.. anything!! just anything!!

Golden!! Isn't it!! :)


Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Cousine chez Mondy's



Angelic childhood kept us together.

Devilish growth made us depart.
The greed of materialism never made anybody look back to their puerility..
Contrary, our Cares held us together.

One cherished moment I was blessed with - A night at Mondy's (Cafe Mondegar,Colaba Causeway,Mumbai)

Us cousins (me and Aditi) planned a night out along with some common friends. We decided to meet @ Leopold's,Colaba. Me and aditi were in cab; Shruti(one of our fren) and Mandy (her boyfren) were on a bike.. The cab and bike were together for sometime on our ways but soon v lost the touch of sight. Anyhow, we had our destinations marked..so we were carefree.Me and Adi reached the place waiting to meet other pals.It took them quite a time to our suprise.. So we thought to call Shurti (our good fren). Her service network was out of reach.. After trying several times we gave up...Incase, we went and checked upstairs .It was late hours of that night and the vicinity looked pie eyed. Hence, we left that street and decided to move on . We looked like hung marchers lol :P I saw Delhi Darbar to my left and she craved to eat Pasta. How can I not give up Delhi Darbar over Pasta!! :)We ended in Cafe Mondy'sssss.... My mood was lil off as to my suprise I was feeling bad for frens to be slaphappy ,,,anyways,,,, I think a lot (inborn disease) :/ But so sweet of my sis to bear me n my behaviour (I realized that she bore me for that particular minute :|)Atlast she made up my moooood!! We basked sharing the fag, our hunger pasta and Cobra. oh Yes...Ofcourse! when two girls sitting, they ought to Gossip so did we :P
The sepia luminances appeared Black and white...
It seemed as if we were aged back to our kindie days...
It was a beautiful instant that flashed.
I could not capture in my cam but surely did in my mind, heart and soul.

Thank you sisie for turning that hour into a memorable night.

Wish more of it (daru, sutta and pasta haan :P lol)

(PS: Sis, Whenever I see Ponds Age Miracle ad, it always reminds me of u :)|oops dun take me wrong...the first flick it shows is of Mondy's and ;)that reminds me of the times we've had)

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Relation-Ships














Toddling Sleeps
Rampant Thoughts
Wondered me??
What lied Beneath!!

Broken half
Cuddled as an arc
Volcanic cerebrations
Aggressed me!!

My heart and mind conflicted
As to wat made us bolted
Was it a Haste or my Fate?

Ahrrg! I enviced, "Cut the Crap"
bullied me
What is it that is raging in me?

Drink Down - comes a soulful voice
I marveled
A white or the black side!


A T T I T U D E

Bull's Eye!

A saying too equaled it:

(Whenever you're in conflict with someone, there is one factor that can make the difference between damaging your relationship and deepening it. That factor is attitude.”)

Then I realised
attitude shot down
Not mine but his
even more
Ragged Me!

and So the relation did not Ship...

Times had overcome
Lessons I learnt
Voided me
No more dreadful sleeps.

Lived the life
Locked the smile
Opened Views
Laid arms through

Another thought - stuck to my mind
Of the Author
Of those times:


(“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'”)

Now its me
Happy and Gay
No more committments
shredding my way

Thence

A SHiP of Relations is sailing my way ... my way....