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Big chocolaty eyes filled with wonder
Dark curls flying around his head
A smile… mischievous, trusting, angelic
Her beautiful, beautiful boy…

Every night as the boy goes to sleep
A contented smile plays on his lips
Happy and safe in his mother’s arms
Her beautiful, beautiful boy…

And she weeps, of the time to come
When her embrace will not be enough
She weeps for the day he will grow up
Her beautiful, beautiful boy…

When reality will rear its ugly head
The wonder will disappear from his eyes
The smile replaced by hurt and confusion
Her beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy…

~Anamika

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This poem was first published at my blogspot blog here on 10/07/2007

 I am looking… looking for 

 

Eyes that look at me like they look at no one else

A smile that deepens when it turns my way

 

The one who seeks me out of a crowded floor

Who believes that I am worth fighting for

 

See the love and strength that I can share

Who has the strength to love and to care 

 

Who takes on my whole life with all its little packages

Take it with pleasure… not a favour of extra baggage

 

One who holds on with me in a storm

A soul mate, loved and lost in lifetimes long gone

 

I am looking for….

Lady Luck to introduce me to the one, who thinks I am worth the trouble

The gumption to hold on to him, when he does take the trouble

~Anamika

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Sita Agni PareekshaTough question to answer. Sita has often been “interpreted” as a docile meek character who followed her husband to the end of the earth/forests. In return, aspersions were cast on her character and she was banished from Ram’s kingdom.

However interpretations are often just that. Here is another interpretation of Sita’s character.

The saints/politicians/rulers of the time may interpret the epic poem (Ramayan) by Valmiki, any-which way they want. The truth still remains. Sita was a smart and graceful lady. She was a strong woman in her own right, but without the anger and aggressiveness of Draupadi style of justice. Quiet strength and not aggression was her trademark. Lets take a quick look at Ramayan from this point of view. (more…)

Ever wondered why the beautiful women find it difficult to find happiness in relationships?

The men in their life were attracted to them because of their outer beauty.  Different types of men are attracted to her beauty for different reasons. None, however are able to make her happy.

Types of men:

  • Rich Or Famous (Or better still rich AND famous): If a man is rich or famous, he treats the woman as a trophy. Now being regarded as a trophy can’t be a very happy position for long.
  • Handsome: If a man is good looking, he wants a Barbie doll to complement his looks. The Barbie doll in question being a full grown person, mouths opinions, much to the shock of the man. Consequently Barbie doll is not happy.
  • Not handsome/rich/famous: If a man is not the handsome/rich/famous variety, and does manage to land a good looking woman, he suffers from inferiority complex. Now the poor woman either has to hide her beauty or bear the jealousy and complexes of her man.

Moral of the story. It is easy to fall prey to the adulation and wooing piled on her by the men smitten by her looks. But a woman needs to look beyond. I am not saying women should go after men who are indifferent to her. Just men who have some level of maturity. Enough maturity to appreciate the beautiful outer shell, but not be blinded by it. Men who will look at as well as beyond good looks. And men who will cherish the whole woman in her entirety. A tall order indeed. But when did I say finding happiness was easy!

teen bahuraniyan

The k serials produced by Ekta Kapoor and other such soaps are a great guide for todays urban women, on managing their in-laws.

Was just chatting with a friend today. And she said something that I have come to realize in the last couple of years. The writers of ekta kapoor serials may all be writing about the same old topic. The mother in law- daughter in law relationship. But the situations they write into their serials the manipulations scheming in-laws do on TV are not that far from today’s indian reality. Many a times not just me, but many of my friends have felt this. That we should follow these serials like a bible and learn from them. On how to manage your in-laws and give your marriage a fighting chance.

Our generation has learnt how to manage our careers in schools and colleges. but in this race to be equal to the men, in a male dominated society, we lost out on the art of managing your in-laws. There are tips and tricks and even whole dialogs in these serials that one an use to save themselves, whenever sticky situations arise with the in-laws.
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tears

Broken dreams…a broken heart…my life torn apart…
Strewn around me are my life’s broken shards

Everyday you tear yourself farther from me
I am afraid what the future holds for me
Just too scared to move on
Not sure to let you go or hold on

The light at the end of the tunnel is too far,
I may not survive long enough to reach that far,
Don’t know which way to go, each seems equally wrong
Not sure to let you go or hold on

Angry at the unfairness of it all
Hurt and confused on this side of the wall
That you raised between us
Not sure to let you go or hold on

Broken dreams…a broken heart…my life torn apart…
Strewn around me are my life’s broken shards

~Anamika

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Lots love

I dial your number, no one answers
It’s insistent shrill ringing unheard
You are now out of my reach
You have left to start anew with someone new

You moved on with your life, without saying anything
While I am still rooted in our past
Unable to break away and move on
Not sure, what really went wrong

My friends commend the way I am living life
No one will ever see the hurt I hide inside
The tears locked inside, where no one can see
That I died, when you left me

I will continue to live from day to day
Making a success of this life in every way
Waiting, hoping that one day you will come back
Knowing, even if you do, our love is already dead

~Anamika

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– Anamika

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