I want to send 'her' a note...on which I'll draw a circle with her name at the center , and when she'll ask me with her cute and confused expression
"why??" I would say "because hearts can be broken, but circles, they go on forever".

Loving You Is Forever

Loving you is forever..
Whether skies are gray or clear...
I will love you.
Whether days are warm or cold...
I will love you.
Through failure and success...
I will love you.
Whether you smile or frown...
I will love you.
If you make mistakes...
I will love you.
When you doubt our way...
I will love you.
Whether you laugh or cry...
I will love you.
When life's hard and when it's not...
I will love you.
When I'm there and when I'm away...
I will love you.
When you've found faith and when you've lost all hope...
I will love you.
When I'm proud of who you are...
I will love you.
When you light my day with a smile...
I will love you.
Loving you was never an option...
it was simply what I had to do.
My heart safely in yours and yours in mine.
Simply put,
My friend,
My love,
My life's companion,
I love you....

Are Indian parents too overbearing on their children?

Today, not for the first time, my parents refused to send me out in the night (night being 8'o clock) with my friends. This has happened over several occasions through my childhood. I was not allowed to go on school excursions, as my parents were scared that I would be lost or kidnapped. I was not allowed to go on school tours because they thought I would fall in love with the wrong guy. They never allowed me to stay over at my friends house for a girls night out as they were scared that we would do drugs or drink alcohol. Now, when I am all of almost 25 years old, they still hold me back from the simple pleasures of life...and at this stage I can't help but blame them for my lack of very good friends. The kind who will be there for me no matter what. I have always remained in the out circle of all friend groups, as I was never allowed to spend enough time with anyone. It has resulted in me having a million acquaintances, but very few really really good friends.

This got me thinking about the underlying principle of Indian parenting. While I understand the need for protection, I don't think it is justified when a child's need to grow and understand on his/her own is thwarted. While I understand the need for parents to have the upper hand, I don't understand why it has to be at the expense of a child's freedom.

In an average American household, children are out and on their feet by the time they are 16. I understand that this has led to a lot of problems like teen pregnancies, drug abuse etc. While in an average Indian household, it can be about 25 years, causing children to grow in such a protected environment that they are shocked when they first tread into the world without this protection.

While the American system is at one end of the spectrum, the Indian system is at the other end. And I believe that the best parenting would be something that takes the best of both worlds and combines them to give an environment of freedom coupled with enough discipline to help kids not take up wrong activities.

Beside the fact that this was a rant, I still think it holds good to many people.

Current mood - Mad -

Current music - I Found a Reason - Cat Power - V for Vendetta OST

Why do I love thee?

Today, for the millionth time (I’ve lost count now!!) you asked in your mock serious tone – “Why do you love me?” And today I’ve decided to let you know why.

I love you because you make me happy. No one ever has. I love you because when I get into my shell and refuse to talk, you make funny faces, talk in even funnier voices and try to get me to talk and tell you what is bothering me. I love you because you get mad at me when I am unreasonable, but immediately calm down and rush to hug me and say sorry. Even when it is MY mistake.

I love you when you say that you are tired and ask me for a massage. I love you when you ask me if I am tired and if I need a massage. I love looking at you while you are busy reading up on all the geeky stuff in the world. I love you for accepting me for who I am. Even after knowing everything about me.

I love that, when I am cribbing about work, you do not sympathize with me. Instead you offer me a solution to make things better. Even though it drives me mad at times. I love that you can sing so well. I love that you can write so well. I love that you find it so easy to mingle with different people and yet know where to draw the line. I love it when you get all angry and flustered when people don’t follow traffic rules.

I love that you listen to what I have to say. Even though at times you switch yourself off and probably think of a Macbook. I love the passion you have for your work and for your closest friends. I love your “I need to work out today” mood. I love your “no shopping today, lets just be at home and watch a movie” mood.

I love that you are such an amazing cook. I love that you can make brilliant sambhar one day and spaghetti – just the way I like it, the next. I love that you have gotten me interested in cooking. Even though I always thought that we could manage by eating cheap Chinese takeaway. I love your small surprises. I love your generous gifts. I love you because you took me to Paris. :P

I love that you are you – no matter what. I love that you behave at a five star restaurant the same way as you would at a dhaba. Even when it embarrasses me at times. I love you for being so unpredictable. I love you for being so spontaneous.

I love you when you ask me if I think you are handsome. I love that you call me gorgeous and beautiful. I love you for never bad mouthing anyone. I love you for watching silently as I do.

I love you for holding me and saying that you’ll be back soon, when you were leaving for Germany. I love you for making a long distance relationship work for a year. I love that you quit smoking for me. I love that though you never want to get married, you will – for me.

I love you when you say – “Why do you love me?”

How it started for him...

I was in a new place... I did have some friends around, but nothing could stop me from getting lost around if i wanted to/could.. I was introduced to her..Yes..thinking about this first meeting makes me feel kinda funny now...I couldn't believe that we'd meet like this...and there..It was supposed to be for 2 days..my stay i.e
I sat next to her thinking about "what the hell is wrong with the A.C?" :P..She thought i was feeling shy to talk to her/ I was not interested in talking to her..I looked around the room...It was weird that I did not find a single attractive thing around...Tried looking outside only to find dustfilled roads with a never ending line of vehicles bonking away to glory...and it was then..Her hand...it caught my eyes..they were the most beautiful hands i'd ever seen...I wanted to hold them tight and never leave them...but...by what right?? by whose permission?? in what regard??
I suddenly stopped thinking....and held her hands,which were not far away from my clumsy hands...she was shocked...and i whispered a compliment" these are the most wonderful hands that I have ever seen...I dont care or mind if you mind me holding them" and the look of shock turned into a smile and she said " Thanks" :-)
That day is now long gone and today, the questions I asked myself before holding her arms are answered..Today, I have the right, I dont need any permission and I can hold her in all regard...There are a lot of things that i had in mind to write this post...I wanted to make it very special...well...now i feel that it didn need to be 'made' special..it was special from the moment i wrote the first letter..because it was for her...and shez very special too...coz shez mine :-)
Chao...more laters..

Its official...i'm no longer a TCSer ;)

Disclaimer - Major rant about Bangalore ahead,please stay away if you are too much of a Bangalorean!

Today was my last day at work...yayyy! I'm saying bu bye to Bangalore and getting back to namma Hyderabad [well,some Kannada did get through to me ;)]...

I cant say that it has been amazing being here...it might have been if only i had the time to look around! Instead i manage to take away with me memories of Bangalore as a dusty,traffic clogged,expensive dump for us software professionals! To think that dis place was once called the garden city...is it still called the same? But why?
Anyways,that apart,I've had a pretty nice time here though,courtesy - my better half...though he made me spend a better part of last year at home,while he went tap tap tap on his laptop,v did manage to catch a few nice places and meet some really great people :)

More about what i plan to do after quitting my job in my next post...typing so much from my mobile is really tiresome :(

Magic...

Well, the last couple of months have been what they call "a bumpy ride"!

What else would you call a 15-18 hr a day schedule at work + preparing for my GMAT + writing it + applying to different schools + essay after essay about what I wanted to do with my life + preparing for interviews + giving them + getting admits + finally quiting work to spend 3 lazy months at home!! =D [The last part is what I'm happiest about]

Now to why I'm writing about all this...a close friend of mine has been toying with this idea about a combined blog for a really long time now and I have been putting it off for longer...

With so much free time on our hands now, I guess its but natural for us to start out on writing about a lot of stuff that each of us feels passionate about - it might be about my pet or his girlfriend, might be about a nut bolt or his admit to the IIMs; mostly you'll hear all the logical, philosophical stuff from him and the arbit, not-so-logical stuff from me (conveniently named "Magic" by me to make it sound interesting and more importantly to rhyme with "Logic" =D)

You get the drift =D