*From To Sathish* - Thread 3 - Page 96

This article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from Indian men -



Dear Jamie

I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Indian male readers.
I am a White female who is engaged to a Indian male-good-looking,
educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Indian female's
attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me
because the pickings amongst Indian women were slim to none. As he said they
were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy,
too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage.

Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly
Approached by Indian men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world. If
Indian women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why
don't they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the
dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public. I would like
to hear from some Indian men about why we are so appealing and coveted
by them.

Bryant Gumbel left his wife of 26 years for one of us. Charles
Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy
Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan,
Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Wesley
Snipes...
I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is
Why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us, White women,
Because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us
And we may lead you to treat your men better. If I'm wrong, Indian men,
Let me know.


Thanx-Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA!!!!



RESPONSE



Dear Jamie:

I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White
Girl. Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old Indian man. I
Graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia
With a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at
A major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I
Consider myself to be among the ranks of successful Indian men.

I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to
set the record straight of why Indian men date white women. Back in
the day, one of the biggest reasons why Indian men dated white women was
because they were considered easy. The Indian girls in my
neighborhood were raised in strict homes. They were very strict about when they
lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our mpatience to
wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy
without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my
opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and
easy to control. A lot of Indian men, because of insecurities, fears, and
overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our Indian
women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us,
make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses.

Because of this fear, many Indian men look for a more docile woman. Someone
We can control.
I have talked to numerous Indian men and they continuously comment on how
easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want
to set the record straight.
I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful Indian men date white women.
Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan,
Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds,
Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong black/Indian women
And, to flip the script, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spot
light, who openly or secretly desire Indian women over white women.
Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few. I just don't
Want a "Disgusted White girl" to be misinformed, Stop thinking that
Because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when
Indian Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and
armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating
raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs. Read your
history!
It was the Indian woman that taught you how to cook and season your
food.
It was the Indian woman that taught you how to raise your children.
It was Indian women who were breast feeding and raising your babies
during slavery.
It is the Indian woman that had to endure watching their fathers,
husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail.
INDIAN women were born with two strikes against them: being Indian and
being a woman. And, through all this, Still They Rise! It is because
of the Indian women's strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I
could never date anyone except my Indian Queen. It is not just the
outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them.

It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and
shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most
appealing about Indian women. Their strong spirit, loving and
nurturing
souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles,
their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their
determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great
pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with Indian women.

I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy
And envy more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you
continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so
proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your pale
skin?
Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with
unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more
voluptuous?
I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have
What the Indian woman has...

BOTTOM LINE: If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can
Walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am
looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and
mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my
struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister
and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill.

No offense taken, none given.
Signed, Indian Royalty

my thoughts today in facebook

Tracks of my feet in old madras

I have been blogging in this site called India forums for nearly 11 years now.I am currently writing a story called Jannal oram a love story between a high court advocate and a secretary who works in a company in broadway.On saturday,needing some info on the madras high court,i was googling about old madras and stumbled upon an article called " The wall of madras" and my curiosity piqued i read more and more about this strange construction and the remains of it that still stand broken but stand they do,remnants and reminders of the centuries gone by and a world when we indians were under the rule of english,french and the mughals.

The word wall brings almost to everybody a recollection of The great wall of china and yet something smaller,much smaller was attempted here in namma chennai and neary built although the end result stretched for only about four miles and not 5,500 miles like the giant in china

Well,why bicker about sizes when what matters is the purpose of the length,seriously i am not talking about anything else but the wall and its size in madras.

Googling brought more and more articles about this wall and then one word " Maadi poonga" leapt out and the naive me immediately visualised the famed wonder of the old world " Hanging gardens of babylon".

My mornings in Besant nagar beach,Bessie beach as it is chellama called is also filled with lost of hanging gardens and hanging things which have not been anchored properly and are on full display.God,what a dirty old man i am turning out to be.

So,yesterday,sunday and not having to deal with the nightmarish traffic that is now one of the hallmarks of old madras i slowly made my way and after finding my way stopped near the place and finding three men near a tea stall,thought i would ask them for the exact directions an also learn something interesting and unknown facts about the wall that i had come to see.

Well here goes my meeting,Mulaqat with the fabulous tea kadai three

" ennanga,maadi poongavukku eppadi porathu."

The oldest of the three very brilliantly( Must be a philosopher and a great thinker) " ethukku"

My reaction was " W*F BRO" although that was inside my head and a charming flash of smile outside " No,i just read about it and was curious to know more and also see for myself."

Again,a brilliant repartee by the same brilliantly mono syllable man " Ethukku"

My smile withered slightly and its length shortened like the wall i had come to see " Namma oora pathi therunjukka thaan."

He nodded gravely and pointed to my back,i mean toward the back of my head and there it was in bold letter,white in blue " Maadi poonga"

I mumbled a hurried " Nandri" in tamil which would have made my tamil teacher proud of me and i think she is.

Just as i was getting into my car,thinking where to park for i was now in vada chennai,north madras and wild stories make their way in which are told about people standing in bus stands not knowing that their pants have been stoled along with their kidneys.

( HA,HAAA.JUST KIDDING)

Then i hear " saar,saar,One nimute,yes,nimute not minute."

Damn i thought,wondering if they were going to fleece me and tried to recollect if i had any spare change in the car in ten or twenty rupee denominations.

But thankfully,the man and his two musketeers just wanted a selfie with me and then asked me to join them for a cup of tea which i politely refused and he boldly told me " I am here boss,you going,you coming and you safe.No one question.Okay boss."

Tamilanda,i mean me and i bowed my head gently acknowledging his help and said " Romba nandri.Aana ungala thontharavu seiya virumbale."

Well, i crossed the road and stood before " Maadi poonga" and as is the norm in chennai,Professional couriers had parked their vehicle in such a strategic way that i could not take a pic without their presence.




sourced from many articles and condensed by the brilliant me

Those were the days when the British Raj was on a not-so-sound footing, and everyone from the French to Hyder Ali was a threat. And so, it was decided in 1768 that Madras ought to be protected. The eastern face had the sea as a natural barrier, and so the remaining three faces were to have a wall.

Engaged to execute this wall was Paul Benfield. He was the only person to bid for the tender, a process that was probably a sham anyway. Benfield, who was then in the employ of the East India Company as Engineer of Madras, resigned to become a contractor. Benfield and his boss John Call, who was Chief Engineer, most probably drew up the specifications. Call added with some complacency that "when completed and mounted with cannon, and guarded with 2000 sepoys, no country enemy, even with heavy cannon will be able to force it, and I think a considerable resistance may be made against an European enemy..."

Benfield set about in right earnest and by October 1769, the work on the northern side was well advanced. It was decided that the western face would be funded by a tax for the wall. But there was considerable opposition from the residents of the city. A bolt from the blue was an Act of Parliament, which held that the Company's servants were liable for prosecution if they oppressed the people, and so the tax was withdrawn.

The western face was never fully completed but the road that ran alongside became Wall Tax (now VO Chidambaram Pillai) Road. In its full glory, the Madras wall ran for six kilometres and had 17 bastions. There were seven gates - Boatmen's Gate facing the sea, Pully Gate at the northern end of Thambu Chetty Street, Tiruvatore Gate near Stanley Hospital, Ennore Gate near Mint Street, Elephant Gate where Anna Pillai Street meets Wall Tax Road, Chucklers Gate at the intersection of Rasappa Chetty Street and Wall Tax Road, and Hospital Gate facing the General Hospital. Work was stopped in 1772, it being decreed that what was completed was sufficient protection.

By the 19 century, with peace, the wall was deemed unnecessary and most of it was demolished to facilitate expansion of the city. A portion of the northern wall on Ebrahim Sahib Street and Old Jail Road remained. In 1957, the Corporation converted the top of this wall into a park. Referred to as Madi Poonga or the elevated park, it is accessed by an archway and a flight of steps that culminates in a beautiful patch of green on the rampart. This, the name Elephant Gate' and a narrow alley called North Wall Street serve as reminders of the wall that was.
Garden atop a historic wall

FOR YEARS now, it has been an open-air toilet and a dumping ground for waste.The significance of the garden is that it is the longest stretch left of what was built as the 'Black Town Wall' to protect the two pettais of Chennapatnam (now George Town) that developed north of Fort St. George and its protective Esplanade. The entrance leading to Maadi Poonga was once called Pully Gate. To its east, where Clive Battery came up, was Boatmen's Gate and to its west were Trivatore Gate and Ennore Gate, with Elephant Gate, Chuckler's Gate and Hospital Gate in the west wall. A look at the thickness of the wall still shows how solidly the ramparts and bastions were built.

Jannal oram-17

Being in love,feeling love is like sipping the nectar of gods and yet it can also feel like a poison concocted by the devil for while it gives the greatest pleasures it can also drown you into the deepest depths of sorrow.

Raman sat in his cabin and suddenly he felt very lonely and totally lost and however hard he tried,he could not jeeva from his thoughts and knew he was madly in love with her.

But the problem with us normal and mortal human beings is that unlike the gods that dwell in heavens above and who with their incredible powers can do anything they want and reach out and take anything they covet,we cannot do that for once we are in love then it is like climbing out of a deep well with tiles for walls and no way to grip,hold and slither out and the only way out and up is the hand of the person who you are in love with.

For Raman,it was as if his whole world had been suddenly turned upside down and he knew that he was losing control of his senses and the ability to carry out his normal duties.It was as if a portal,a door,a hole had been carved into his soul and it now could be filled,closed and healed only be her.

His memory went back a few weeks and took him to the " Madras week" which had been held in Hotel Metropolitan Accord,GN Chetty Road, T Nagar.Normally,raman avoided attending or taking part in any social activities and rarely ever ventured out of the confines of his home,office and court and if he did so then it would be to see and hear something about law and matters relating to it.

Raman had made efforts to break his normal routine and go for this event,because Advocate suresh balakrishnan was going to talk about on a topic titled 'Some Famed Judges and Lawyers of Madras'.Raman always keen to know more about indian law,its history knew that it would be good,even if only in parts and it would be time well spent.He had shared an ola cab and went dressed in a simple grey pant and a white shirt and sitting in one of the last rows had enjoyed the talks and the recollections of suresh balakrishnan.But one interesting nugget of history remained stamped in his memory and soul for they were the lines of a britisher who had served in the madras high court.

The britisher,Eardley John Norton was born in Madras and went to Rugby and then Oxford for his education. Among his fellow students, he was known for his ''trick of rhyme'' inherited from his father. This he used to good effect, particularly to help them to impress the girls on Valentine's Day. Balakrishnan narrated an anecdote about a boy of 18 wanting to impress a girl by the name Constance with whom he had danced 14 times but met only twice. All Eardley Norton was told about her was that her hands and feet (in shoes) were perfect, and that in her evening dress the blue of her veins formed a lovely V on her bosom. Armed with this information, Eardley wrote these lines:

'Say will thine eyes when next we meet be shining,
Thy bosom beat more wildly than of yore?
Say, if thy "Yes" will ease my soul's repining,
Thy "No" augment the grief I felt before,'

On and on Eardley Norton went, prodded by the impatient friend and impressed by the eloquence of the poetry. What was the effect of the poetry on Constance at the time nobody knows, but when Eardley Norton much later had a chance to broach this subject with her, Constance's response was, "Could any woman tolerate a boy who wrote such unmitigated rubbish? I don't know which was more repulsive - its substance or its form." Going through his school diary and recalling this incident in his later years would have brought laughter to Eardley Norton, added Balakrishnan.

Raman recollected these words for he thought it suited the moment and beautifully described what he felt about jeeva



The word duties in his mind was echoed with the sound of a knock on the door and in walked in his client for the day at court. Mr.Anwaruddin was a well known and reputed former scrap iron dealer with his office in periyamet and the owner of Anwar traders and had been doing business for nearly 30 years.About five years ago he had slowly given up and had begun to shift doing business from sourcing scrap iron and had started buying and supplying Steel Coils, Building Construction Steel, Structural Steel Products under his company name.But the crash in the real estate market coupled with demonitization led to too much supply against low demand,and to add to his misery,a bulk order was cancelled and postponed in the last minute and he was left with nearly 5 crores worth of commercial grade steel products and although he managed to dump half of it at bargain prices,he became a defaulter on a payment to his steel product supplier who had started legal proceedings against him even though Anwaruddin had begged for some time to settle his dues and given them a post dated cheque to the full amount of 3 crores.

But the steel company wanting to make an example of the hard working and honest Anwaruddin had deposited the cheque which had bounced and then quickly legal proceedings were started against him.

Firmly pushing jeeva to the back of his mind,Raman looked up at his client " Mr.Anwar,it is just not making sense to me as to why Unicorn steel would want to go to these lengths to humiliate you when you are willing to pay the cash that you owe them."

Anwaruddin's face did not reflect any answers to ramans question and the only answer as always was " i guess they are giants and in their eyes i am just a speck of dust and sometimes larger beings enjoy stepping on smaller beings just to watch them wriggle and suffer in pain.But it is okay sir,i am ready to pay the extra fine if it comes to that but i will tell you in all honestly that they won't settle for just money and will do their best to grind me and hurt me as much as possible."

Raman took in his clients calm statement and then once again scanned the case and shaking his head,returned his gaze into anwaruddins eyes " I am sorry if it gives you offence but frankly speaking i think you are lying to me and you have been lying from the very beginning by withholding some vital information regarding this case.I think it is better if you tell me what it is for otherwise i cannot help you by giving my best in this case."

Looking at his watch and it showed a few minutes to 10.00 am " Let's go mr.anwar and see this through but remember one thing that whatever you tell me is protected and confidential under client privilege and even if i want to i cannot divulge the details to others for i will lose my licence to practice."

Jannal oram -18




Advocate and client walked quietly to the court they were assigned and waited as the presiding judge entered and took his seat.

Raman stepped forward in front of the judge and with a slight bow acknowledged him after his case number was called and then turned to acknowledge mr.palanivel who was the advocate for unicorn steels.

Palanivel was in his fifties and had made his reputation in cheque bouncing cases and had earned the nickname of Bull dog for he went hammer and tongs and never ever backed down until victory was his.

The judge looked at advocate palanivel " Proceed please."

" Thank you your honor.My lord,the case before you is not just a case of a cheque bouncing but a more complicated and sinister one for it involves cheating by not just one individual but the entire management of the company.So,i request you to not only help us recover the complete amount from the accused and company but also charge all the directors of Hajara scrap iron and Hajara steel products for committing these economic offences under Ipc Section 138 of the Negotiable instruments,Ipc section 420,Ipc section 141."

Justice Selvakumar stared at palanivel and shaking his head sadly looked at Raman silently and wondered if the young man had the temperament and skill to handle bull dog palanivel.

Anwaruddin was in a state of shock " sir,section 420 means cheating and what is section 141."

Raman looked at his client worriedly " It means he is charging the entire board of member of your company of cheating unicorn steel.And it means your wife,your daughter,your father and mother who are all listed as board members of both Hajara iron and hajara steel."

Anwar nearly fainted " but what has my family got to do with a cheque bouncing for i am the one who runs the company and my family are just honorary members and just hold namesake titles."

" I am sorry mr.anwaruddin but this case now has taken on a different dimension and it is going to turn nasty."

Justice selvakumar " Mr.raman,please proceed for i have a lot of other cases before me."

" My lord,Mr.palanivel has taken us by surprise by bringing in all these charges and also by bringing in my clients family into this case.So,i beg of you to kindly grant me ten minutes to understand and counter these charges and how best to proceed."

Justice selvakumar knew the gravity of the situation and he also knew raman belonged to rangachari and associates and nodded " Okay,ten minutes but not a second more."

Raman looked at his client " Mr.anwar,is there anything else that you can add to what you earlier told me in the cabin."

Anwaruddin gently grabbed raman's arm that was holding his case file " It is about my daughter sir and it has been only my daughter."

Raman nodding " please explain briefly and we will talk more in detail after getting an adjournment for next month."

" Sir,Unicorn steel is owned by mr.Krishnaswamy and he runs it along with his young son,Gurumurthy."

Raman puzzled " so."

Anwaruddin with a smile " gurumuthy is in love with my daughter Jamila."

Raman's eyes widened and his senses sharpened as anwaruddin continued " sir,i have no problems with my daughter marrying Guru for he is a gentleman of the first order and loves and cares for my daughter very much.But sadly mr.krishnaswamy comes from a very illustrious brahmin iyer family and is dead against this alliance.He personally called me to his office and told me in no uncertain terms that he would rather see me and family dead and buried before letting his son get married to jamila.

This is why he keeps torturing me with this silly case for he wants to tarnish my name and ruin my hard earned reputation that i have worked for the past thirty years.But it is okay sir for i love my daughter very much and support her wish to get married to gurumurthy."

Raman let out a deep sigh " wow, mr.anwar that is some story and that is more than enough reason for this case and for unicorn steel harassing you."

" sir,but the more important matter is that mr.krishnaswamy's son guru has threatened his father with an ultimatum and that is he will convert to islam and marry jamila if his dad does not agree and the deadline is two months."

Jannal oram -19

Raman looked at his client " Mr.Anwaruddin,i am glad that you finally decided to confide in me.Let me take it from here and we will see how things turn out."

Turning and facing the judge " Your honor,these sudden and additional charges being brought against my clients family was done without any prior notice given either to me or to the court.So,i request time to go through the documents which mr.palanivel has placed in front of the court."

Then turning and facing mr.palanivel who was appearing for unicorn steel and giving him a look that conveyed that he was behaving in the worst manner possible,Raman faced the judge " Your honor,i am not sure what mr.palanivel was thinking when he has requested the court to file criminal charges against my clients family."

Raman quickly leafed through the folder and brought out a few pages of stamp paper and raising it so that it was visible for all and sundry to see turned and threw a harsh glare at advocate palanivel.

" Your honor,these signed and attested documents are the power of authority given to my client Mr.anwaruddin to run the company as he deems fit and it also clearly and boldly states that all liabilities that arise from the company lies solely on mr.anwaruddin and yet here stands mr.palanivel petitioning to bring this gentlemans family here to court."

Then the whole court heard the tone of Raman's voice change into thunder as it suddenly turned into an menancing and threatening growl and " Mr.palanivel knows and yet acts as if he is not aware that my clients parents are in their late seventies and his father has been bedridden for nearly four years now after suffering a crippling stroke.Both of my clients parents are simple people,not highly educated and yet mr.palanivel wants to drag them here to humiliate them in their last years of lives."

Mr.palanivel stood up yelling " Your honor,mr.raman is talking sentiment now while i have been following the law and have done nothing wrong."

Raman threw a smile at advocate palanivel and turning to the judge " Your honor,i request for an adjournment."

Judge Selvakumar nodded and then looking at advocate palanivel thinking,looks like you have met your match and also have unnecessarily roused a sleeping giant who has the might and brains of Rangachari and associates

" This case is adjourned for now and the next hearing will be in three months from now."

The minute judge selvakumar finished the sentence,Palanivel leaped out of his seat " Your honor,i beg you not to adjourn it for three months but maybe two weeks."

Judge selvakumar amused and slightly irritated " why mr.palanivel,are you going on some holiday at that time or is your shedule so busy that you cannor adjust it even if you have three months time."

Suddenly and unexpectedly,raman stood up " My lord,we agree to mr.palanivels request and beg the court to hear this case in two weeks time."

Judge selvakumar looked at both raman and palanivel and knew in his heart that this case was going to be interesting " okay,i will see you both in two weeks time."

As Raman was walking away from the court to his chambers,he turned hearing his name being called and saw advocate palanivel walking towards him with ten of his assistants and waited for him.

Palanivel with a sneer " raman,do you realise who you are fighting this case against and the experience that i have?"

Raman remained silent and palanivel continued " I will see you in two weeks and i hope you are better prepared for i am going to teach you how to handle a case and more importantly how to win it."

Raman silently looked on and palanivel frustrated and angry for not getting a response turned and walked away swearing under his breath.

Anwaruddin looked at raman " Sir,what is going to happen now?"

Raman " Now we prepare and also now you will tell me everything about your interactions with mr.krishnaswamy and please do not leave out even one detail,however minor and insignificant it might be to you."

Raman spent the whole day in his chambers working on the case and it was nearly 5.30 p.m when he looked up for the world outside had suddenly gone dark and he saw that the skies were filled with dark rain filled clouds which had come as promised by the weather forecasters to bring relief from months of gruelling heat and humidity that the people of tamilnadu had suffered.

The first drops were like pin pricks on her face,hands and they were warnings of the heavy shower that would soon follow and jeeva not wanting to get drenched began to slowly run towards the bus stop as thunder roared and lightning crackled in the skies above chennai.

For a city that curses the sun for beating down on them,it is hilarious and real fun to watch the people run seeking shelter when the clouds just come together in an orchestra of sound and light.

The first few drops of rain is enough for people to scurry to stand under all manners of shelter available at that moment and though jeeva made good pace,the bus stop shelter nearly filled up as men,women,children of all shapes,colors,sizes and ages crammed in under the benevolent gaze and smile of the late Amma clad in a green saree.

She turned and saw raman standing in the corner of the bus stop and calling for her and she went with a smile blooming on her face and raman thought that the lips blooming were like the petals of a red rose spreading
under the gaze of the sun.

She reached the stop and wondered just for a second if there would be enough space for her to stand while waiting for the bus to arrive but even before that raman threw his black coat around her and raised it to cover her head and held it protectively and she looked up and he whispered " I love you jeeva.I love you so much that i would have gone mad if i didnt let these words and emotions out of my soul."

Jeeva smiled and yet her lips trembled and her eye lids quivered as salt filled it with tears and raman hurriedly " I am sorry,i am so sorry for my abrupt outburst."

Jeeva held his hand and pressed it gently " It is not you it is me for i am scared."

" why? why are you scared? "

Jeeva felt the rain shifting directions and coming at an angle now and she felt the chill of it below her waist and feet for her upper body was being covered by his coat that he held aloft like an umbrella.

" I am scared because i am not sure if i can bear the pain of my heart being broken again."


Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone
It's a lonelier place
I kiss the morning goodbye
But down inside you know
We never know why
The road is narrow and long
When eyes meet eyes
And the feeling is strong
I turn away from the wall
I stumble and fall
But I give you it all
I am a woman in love
And I do anything
To get you into my world
And hold you within
It's a right I defend
Over and over again
What do I do?
With you eternally mine
In love there is
No measure of time
We planned it all at the start
That you and I
Live in each other's hearts
We may be oceans away
You feel my love
I hear what you say
No truth is ever a lie
I stumble and fall
But I give you it all
I am a woman in love
And I do anything
To get you into my world
And hold...

Woman in Love-Barbra Streisand

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhoie_4UQk0

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Kerala.


Why is industrial productivity so low inKerala?

Because 86% of the shift time is spent on lifting, folding and re-tying the lungi.


Why did the Malayali buy an air-ticket?

To go to Thoobai, to meet his ungle in the Gelff.


Why do Malayali's go to the Gelff?

To yearn menney.

What did the Malayali do when the plane caught fire?

He zimbly jembd out of the vindow.

What is a Malayali management graduate called?
Yem BeeYay.

Why did his wife divorce him?
Because he was louwing another woman.

Who found out that?
His Andy.

What does a Malayali do when he goes to America?

He changes his name from Karunakaran to Kevin Curren.


What does a Malayali use to commute to office everyday?
An Oto.


Who is a Malayali's famous yeactor end yaectress?

Moghan lal, Mammooti,Geedha, Revadhi, Zilgsmidha end Ambiga.

Why is Kerala the most highly literate state in India?

Its easily giving Degree to get rid of the peapals from Kerala.





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Malayalis and you will get free land near the rice field behind
the lungi factory with additional incentive of a whole month's
supply of cokknut oil and bennena chips
free.

Jannal oram -20

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." Lao Tzu


Raman thought his heart was going to break into a million pieces for the sight of her sadness and tears brought such immense pain in his soul that he was willing to even die to make her feel better.

He quickly scanned the road and raising his hand and signalling to a passing auto,placed his fingers and blew a loud whistle and the auto screeched its brakes and skidded to a halt a few feet away from raman and jeeva.

He gently shepherded her into the auto and helped her in and then got into the auto.The auto driver took one look at his clothes and coat and knew that raman was an advocate and with a pleasant grin " Sir,where to."

" saidapet,and please no rash driving for we want to reach home safely."

The auto driver nodded and flashing a smile got out of his seat and started rolling out the waterproof sheets on both sides of the auto and it was like dropping a skirt on top of the auto and suddenly the insides of the auto was a world away from the rain filled world of the outside.Then he dropped a flap that nearly separated the front of the auto from the back where they were sitting and raman looked at jeeva " I will understand if you don't want to but remember that you can trust me and i will never,ever hold it against you."

Jeeva had her head bowed staring at her hands as she gently wringed them,clasped and unclasped her fingers in pain and anxiety.

Raman gently placed his right hand on both her hands " Jeeva,this is raman,your friend talking now and not the raman who is madly in love with you.I am sorry for my inappropriate outburst and what pains me is that i expected anger,irritation from you but not these precious tears that shine in your eyes."

Jeeva hurriedly turned to say something,but raman taking out his handkerchief wiped her tears away " No,please don't say anything and just listen to me.When i say i love you,it means so much more than just that word you heard.For,it means,i will honor you,protect you and defend you even if it means not being loved by you.even if it means we remain thus and as good friends.For me,it is enough just to be by your side,see your smile and breathe the same air as you breathe."

The tears felt like fire on his hand and jeeva gently took his hand and placed her lips to it and kissed them softly " I am not angry or upset with you raman,for i too feel very strongly about you.But,i am scared how to go about it for i tried and gave love a chance once and all i got from it was sorrow and i still have the scars to prove it."

" Jeeva,if you expect me to ask about your past then trust me for you will be disappointed.But if you want to talk about it ,then feel free for sometimes it is better to understand it,accept it and finally make peace with our scars and memories and let it go back to the past where it really belongs."

Taking her hands,raman kissed both her open palms and looked at her calmly with a smile " my thoughts,my life is only about now and the future for i cannot think of a life without you in it."

Jeeva looked into his eyes and then cupping his cheeks with her hands,grazed his lips with hers and this was too much for raman who took her into his arms and they kissed and kissed hungrily as if they had been separated for many lives over many eons.Their lips finally found their partners,a home to breathe and they locked perfectly and two became one and from now on nothing would come in between them,not even god and only death could break their pact of love.

death comes to take away only our mortal bodies and can never touch or feel love for it exists in a different plane where god exists, deep in the soul and in a pure place that even death in all its gory glory cannot reach and touch with its cold fingers.

Raman looked at her " I love you jeeva.I love you so much and i am willing to do anything,give up anything just to see you happy."

Jeeva nodded and her heart felt so much pain and so much joy that they came out as tears " I know raman and yes,i love you too."

Baby,this is a beautiful world we live in
but i am in love with you
and i live and breathe in another world
a world with only you and me
my feet touch this world
but my wings flap and fly in the air you breathe
my heart thunders and pumps blood to this earth bound body
but my soul seeks you in the heavens above
for you are my angel and you are my goddess

Jannal oram -21

The rain lashed the world outside and inside the autorickshaw,jeeva and raman were travelling in, love lashed and bound them tight and suddenly realising that they had finally crossed the line that divides the two states of loving and being loved in return,they exchanged shy smiles and both looked everywhere inside the auto but at each other.

Raman now boldened by the acceptance of his love gently placed his right palm around her palm and enclosed it and holding it tightly " Please don't laugh,but that was the first real kiss of my adult life and it is exactly as i have seen and heard and it was like thunder and lightning exploding in my heart."

Jeeva took the edge of her damp saree and gently wiped the traces of lipstick on his nose and cheek and then gently touched raman's lips " I have been kissed before and yet it felt like the first time for me too."

Not knowing what to say and just to continue the conversation " Raman,how was your day?"

" Pretty damn good i must say although the morning was a bit of a pain and unexpected but i think it will work out okay."

Jeeva looked at him " do you want to talk about it for i don't mind listening to your day for it will give me time to get my heartbeat back to normal."

Raman took her hand and placed it on his damp shirt and jeeva could hear his heart pound away " It is like this and it has been like this jeeva for whenever i see you my heart starts racing and singing to a different beat as if it has found its lost twin in some other life."

Jeeva smiled " A pretty good advocate and now a budding poet too.Bravo,raman."

" It is true,it is all true for what the great poets and philosophers have said and that is love is the nectar of gods and it can turn an ordinary man into an extraordinary man for he is now filled with great motivation and a new purpose."

Jeeva looked at him with troubled eyes " Raman,being in love is all good but then there is the world outside in which we live in.It consists of family,friends and so much more.I don't know why but i get so scared and nervous that good things in my life don't last long and just leave me with more pain and sorrow."

Placing both her palms and gently holding his face " I don't know if my heart can survive if it is broken again for now i cannot think of a life without you beside me."

Raman gently kissed her palms " Jeeva,i would rather die before hurting you.I promise you that i am here and will be here by your side and will love you even after you are gone.My love for you is forever and it will burn bright even if you cast it aside."

She pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him with passion,fear and love burning her lips and the world outside roared with thunder and lightning for the storm gods were getting ready to descend into jeeva's life once again to wreak havoc.

Raman gently held her and whispered in her ears as he nibbled it and ran his tongue along her lib that sent shivers of pleasure racing through her body " Only if i am dead will i leave you and so until my last breath i will protect you against everything that this life and what god can throw at us."

"I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart.
How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips
so that everything I touch is you. How foolish
I was when you live in my toes
so that everywhere I go there's you.
How senseless of me to say
you live in my heart
when you breathe in my lungs,
walk on my mind, and
drink in my mouth. I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
is you."
Kamand Kojouri

Moment,momentary and that is what life is all about

You can only talk about the past and try to plan and predict for the future but the only real thing it the present moment and then you realise that even that is an illusion

It was their anniversary, and Aisha was waiting for her husband Rajiv to show up.Things had changed since their marriage, the once cute couple couldn't-live-without-each-other had turned bitter.Fighting over every little things, both didn't like the way things had changed.Aisha was waiting to see if Rajiv remembered it was their anniversary!

Just as the doorbell rang she ran to find her husband wet and smiling with a bunch of flowers in his hand.
The two started re-living the old days.Making up for fights, then was dinner plan for champagne, light music And it was raining outside! Just perfect to be home.

But the moment paused when the phone in the bedroom rang.Aisha went to pick it up and it was a man.

"Hello ma'am I'm calling from the police station. Is this Mr. Rajiv Mehra's number?"

"Yes it is!"

"I'm sorry ma'am; but there was an accident and a man died.We got this number from his wallet;we need you to come and identify his body."

Aisha's heart sank.!!! She was shocked!But my husband is here with me?"

"Sorry ma'am, but the incident took place at 2 pm, when he was boarding the train."

Aisha was about to lose her consciousness.How could this happen?!

She had heard about the soul of the person coming to meet a loved one before it leaves!

She ran into the other room.He was not there. It was true! He had left her for good!!

Oh God she would have died for another chance to mend every little fight!

She rolled on the floor in pain. She lost her chance! Forever!

Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom,the door opened and Rajiv came out and said "Darling, I forgot to tell you my wallet got stolen today".