Mind your own business!

I happened to read a web article about Protima Bedi. They were excerpts of her life. And I came across a line which read that many people who knew her thought that she was leading an immoral life.


IMMORAL?


What is immorality? Or who has defined it?


Is it only a woman who has had many lovers being immoral? Aren't the men concerned here being immoral? Well, this is quite debatable.


The best thing to do is not to intrude in others' lives. Do not question anyone and do not let anyone question you about your life.


Mind your own business and live peacefully...

He loves me... He loves me not...

There she sat on the huge French window sill of her bedroom smoking away a cigarette. She looked down from the 9th floor just to see the mad rush of vehicles on the busy roads of Mumbai. It was 1.30 am. The next day being a Sunday she could afford to be awake this late. A typical professional? Hmm...


As she got up to light her second cigarette in half an hour, she looked at him. There he lay on her double bed, half naked, giving her a smile. He was handsome. He always has been. She remembered the first time she saw him years ago. She had been enchanted as though she had just seen a Greek God.


Years later when they met again the sparks just flew off. And before they knew it, they had proclaimed themselves to be 'in love'. And now after 2 years of their relationship, why is she feeling strange? Or rephrase it... Why is she feeling that she's a stranger to him? She knew for sure that she loved him but... She was quite surprised by this thought of hers.


She looked at him again. He was wide awake surfing through channels. He suddenly got up and offered her for a coffee. She accepted and while he walked away to the kitchen, she noticed a bunch of roses withering away. He had given it to her as part of their making up that evening during dinner. She picked up a rose and started plucking the petals one by one... She remembered seeing that somewhere...


She started off...


'He loves me...' 'He loves me not...' 'He loves me...' 'He loves me not...' 'He loves me...' 'He loves me not...' 'He loves me...' 'He loves me not...' 'He loves me...'


and as he entered the bedroom with 2 cups of steaming coffee she was at the last petal....


'He loves me not...'

And so... the journey continues...

Before I begin my first post, I want to thank my 'chakkara' friend, Abhija for being an inspiration to start blogging.


A disclaimer too. I won't post every day incidents. No! And to all readers, please feel free to give your comments.


Let me tell you who I am.


Born on 14 July, 1984 in Payyanur, (a small town in Kannur district of God's own country) to Pulukool Vimala and Mathradan Haridass, after 3 years of their marital bliss. (Family names do matter if you are serious about genealogy. And I am!)


A younger sister, Harsha completes our family. Now working with AOL, B'lore as an Analyst, into Online Media Market Research (if that actually makes sense to you).


I love life the way it is and love the way I am. So in short, i am lovable man! Dance is my passion and have managed to start my Bharathanatyam lessons again. Yippee! (Inspirations again played a part here.)


There have been a lot of sweet and bitter experiences in my life. Now you can always think how much a 24 year old woman might have experienced. Well, that is my take on my life and I have always learnt from it. And guess what! I have always seen a different dimension of life, each time. Now you can imagine how ‘irregular’ I am in my head.


Love life and take care.