you turn me on

i know you love me so much
and i am always adored by you

we have been intimate and
the time we spent together is infinite

now its been 3 years
the love is same

but all i want you to understand is
i cant reciprocate my love so intensively

yet you turn me on....
yes you still turn me on.
your eyes penetrate my body and
i feel haunted

you work on me with your fingers and
each time you touch me,
i respond to you

the more you work on me
the hotness in me increases

i become hot, you make me hotter and i know, am the hottest
i start fuming and humming
hint you that, i am hot
yet you do your job....

and all of a sudden, i turn off

by- Lenovo Y500 (3 yrs old- about to die)

forgotten heroes

her hands in his hands and their eyes meeting each other. he softly touched her mehendi and kissed them. the new bride turned into pink and blushed, but tears were usually doing their job, as, it is time for Ramachandra, the new groom to say bye to his bride and rejoin his duties. after all, unlike others, for him, his country is first and life next. while we are at personal and professional lives, for people like ramachandra, its country first and everything next! its time for kargil war and he was recalled! the newly wed couple had to part their ways off just for the time being. he assured her that she will be with him soon.

her thoughts smothered him while traveling back and the moment he landed and donned his uniform, he is a different person. he wrote letters to his family that though he is posted in kargil, he is not fighting war, he is safe and his friends are shedding their blood. as usual, the postman delivered another letter, where ramachandra mentioned about his diet, the war scene and how his friends are losing their lives. he assured them that he is safe and is not fighting any war. he told them that he would take leave for some days and visit them and also take his bride back as soon as the war is finished.

ramachandra's mother read that letter repeatedly and ended the day with usual talk about the war scene. soon after the sunrise and usual coffee, the couple and the bride sat together to watch TV. hardly they imagined that their world would crash down in few hours. they couldnot believe their eyes, when they saw ramachandra's photo being flashed and how the whole country is praising him for his brave act in the war and how he saved his country by sacrificing his life. before they realised the fact that he is no more, everything is done. Ramachandra fought in the kargil war and lost his life while saving our nation and ofcourse us. it is a moment of independence for all of us but certainly not for those war heroes.

now after 11 years of his sacrifice, his family is still moving around the government offices to get their small piece of land allotted to 'jawans who died in kargil war'. the family is still uncertain about their lives and says, now they are fed up and hate everyone. ramachandra's mother is still proud of his son's sacrifice yet very much unhappy with the justice they got at the cost of her son's life. ramachandra's father did shed a tear, folded his hands and thanked the so-called corrupt government for their unruly behavior and forgetfulness.

this independence day, in my talk-show with ramachandra's parents and a couple of ex-servicemen, i realised what kind of justice are they getting in the name of Independence. how true, a cricketer and a tennis star is allotted crores of rupees and plush buildings just for a sixer and a rank...but what about those martyrs who sacrificed their lives for us? all they asked for- is- small piece of land in a semi urban area as promised by the government. and our sahebs do not have that much time too!

painful it is! imagine....

most of the women go for waxing and do you have any clue how it pains! its unbearable..still we just go ahead.....afterall we need it...

most of us have pain during our menstrual cycle. it is killing and makes us physically and mentally sick. still we bear it, as it is unavoidable.

skin of women is very sensitive...the rod in the bus, handle in an auto rickshaw, stand of our scooters, everything hurts us badly...still we bear it, as they happen and are not intentional.

our hands get cut when we are cutting vegetables and burn while cooking. still its ok as we do it for the happiness.

we are slender and vulnerable to most of the things and n one has any hint how much we go through. these sort of pains are bearable and we know we have to go through them.

but some pains are horrible. they are unexpected and beyond explanation. let me give you an example. did you ever hurt yourself while shaving? ouchh...it pains..right?

did you ever fall down while catching the ball in a cricket ground?? ouch..you have bruises and it pains again..right?

yes...imagine oneself shedding blood while hurt....its ok...they are natural and happen without any notice...

but the plight of this girl was different. she was beaten up by her husband and in -laws....the pain was unbearable for her age...infact pain is unbearable at any age...and for this young, beautiful girl who was married to a butcher, everyday was painful...hardly she had any clue while opening her eyes in the morning (or may be she hardly ever slept peacefully) that she would be kicked, beaten up, bashed big time by the family of butchers and the cannibal like husband.....hardly she would know where she would be cut and burnt...

one fine morning she wanted to get out of that prison...she wanted some freedom..just a pinch of it where she would spend few painless hours..where her body is her own and no one would take any rights to tamper with it....
and the moment came and she ran out of the house....thinking shes freed for good....she took a deep breath and hardly stretched her hands, when she was grabbed by the animals -called in-laws and was put in the black house back....next few moments were unpredictable for this slender adolescent......

she thought she would be beaten up to death or burnt or would have to live without food. but things were different this time...the so called society was involved in this "family affair" and they have a different justice for her . they said, its sin to flee away from in-laws house and the punishment would remind her of her 'mistake'

and before she could plead, yell, shout and vanish...she witnessed the sprays of blood. the beautiful teenager lost her sense organs which were mercilessly chopped off by the senseless bastards. those men who have enormous affairs before and after marriage, who have children out of wedlock had guts to cut her nose and ears for her so-called 'sin'.

who the hell are they to do justice to her? what kind of justice was this for the poor little girl who ran away from the house of killers? would the husband be given such brutal punishment if he is caught with another woman? who/what is the society that can not differentiate between the right and wrong?

bloody bastards...

but this girl is not going to lose it..now the girl has become "face of afgan women who want to fight against violence". shes now bold enough to fight against those insane men and so-called justice which does every brutal thing to women but good.

as a woman, i appreciate her and give all my support. may be she has joined my list of inspiring personalities on this earth. am not posting her picture. i do not want to do that.,..but for those who missed reading about her, can find her here...

and please, now dont post comments saying all men are not bad and bla bla..NO...am not blaming every man here....am just taking about the men in the context. if you are sensible enough to understand this issue, i appreciate you or else i would say..grow up!

nowadays

aww it feels so good to be back in this space. let me tell you, i have been terribly busy with my work, personal life and everything....

lots of things have been happening nowadays...all my friends are getting married left and right...they are taking no time in choosing their partners as if the world is coming to an end!

now i have a roomy who is a good cook and am becoming lazier day by day.

i learned to burn maggie. yes i always thought, i excelled in preparing maggie, but lately i realised, am not that good; when i burnt it to ashes..

i am now pressing 9read it as ironing) clothes without burning them. my sister always complained that i leave the folds and run the iron box next to them..now i have started wearing nylon ones which do not need special ironing and burning

now i watch a lot of tv. serials on 'colours' are so good...i watch them...i dont feel like missing them at all even if i watch them after 2-3 months..the story, plot, sets, clothes and the expressions remain the same.

almost stopped watching movies, as i am financially not sound to spend 300-500 bucks and feed the producers for their worst ever flicks. sorry, i have grown to be intelligent.

theres sale everywhere and i spent my life savings on clothes. imagine, its sale..or else, i have to take another birth to complete my debts

my hunt for my man ended and my left ear is dead. (dont ask me anything here....questions mana hai)

still reading kite runner and am trying my level best to finish it...hopefully, i will do it in this birth and before khalid hosseini sends me a letter asking me to stop reading it.

my virtual life on facebook is very entertaining. i am loving the way people fight, love, comment on each other. my farm dried and i guess some real estate broker grabbed it too....

oh yeah...have been traveling alot. within Andhra, India and yes, i have been to srilanka (international trip) and you have to clap for this....i laugh at it when my friends ask me for a party for this, so-called international trip....the to and fro tickets cost is way less than the party cost. thanks, i have no interest in throwing a party.

am learning car driving for the nth time...this time, am sure, am gonna take risk (i should say i am gonna give risk to the other drivers)

am doing talk shows (have been doing) and finally after so much time, one random man recognised me on the road,.....yuppiesss i wanted to threw a biiiiigggg partyyyy lol

my samsung slide phone is dead...it screamed, yelled and died after i smashed it on the floor. bohhahaha....i enjoyed doing it and now i dont have anyone's number..and i need not call or call back when i get a call (areyy mere phone mein display nahi hai..mein ya karu?)

and more and more after i recollect....
afteral am growing old and becoming rhajini ....memory problem hai bhai..maaf kar do!

once upon a time

once upon a time
we were too innocent to even comprehend the surroundings. our smiles were genuine and our tears were pure!

once upon a time
our family was our world, school was our universe, friends are our planets, mom and dad are sun and moon and we are the rulers!

once upon a time
our school exams were our real tests, learning meant subjects and passing test was no philosophy

once upon a time
family outings and fights with siblings were must, sharing was honest!

once upon a time
we knew we were losing innocence and yet we pretend to be one! meeting new people happens and playing games meant something else!

once upon a time
family comes second and our planetary positions change! our priorities go bonkers and we are always confused

once upon a time
falling in love is fancy and having someone is prestige! each time we think its true love and yet we, very surprisingly, come out of it. move on becomes our motto and we keep moving on

once upon a time
exams mean different, and learning lessons are very much philosophical. there are no marks, yet we knew whether we passed or failed

once upon a time
fights with siblings are real and we never bother to lose them! money comes first.

once upon a time
theres no love! most of the times its business.

once upon a time
our life takes twists and turns and still we swim

and now eachtime....theres turbulence and we keep on swimming! meeting new leases in life and adopting whatever comes!

am also swimming. what about you?

middle-class mentality!

we went to another pathetic movie and spent nearly Rs400. after coming out, we repented and some thoughts smothered me. i wish i spent those 400 bucks on something else...like...
1) i would have paid one month rent for milk (and still save some more money)
2) paid one month electricity bill
3) bought petrol for my scooty for 3 weeks
4) bought a nice dress for me or sari for mom, or something else for my sis and dad
5) bought nice hand bag (which will last for atleast a year) or a pair of shoes
6) had nice food outside
7) bought gas for cooking for the whole month
8) gave as charity for the needy
9) sponsored education for a child
10) distributed fruits to the hunger
11) go for nice facial in a parlour
12) paid my monthly telephone/internet bill
13) and lots more.....

i hail from a middle class family where our parents tried to provide us all the comforts but not luxuries. we were taught to live with a respect and use money carefully. for us...spending Rs100 wasnt a big thing...but surely we did the cost benefit analysis and the risk assessment involved in spending a green note. i dont know if you all agree with my thought or not...but i definitely feel bad when i go for unnecessary expenditure...after all, there are so many people in this world for whom a single grain, single penny and piece of cloth matter alot.
i sometimes laugh at myself when i do so much of cost benefit analysis for tiny things and get depressed when i find huge losses and no gains..lol
i call it middle-class mentality!

small but big

renu (name changed) with moist eyes and trembling lips was trying to stop her hunger pangs with her soft little hands. she was all alone in the huge crowd. though she was tired to move an inch, her eyes were constantly searching for some helping hand who can provide her some grains and bread to save her already dried stomach. while she was trying to lean on the pillar, a heavy hand held her from back and renu almost slipped her heartbeat. to her surprise, it was a smiling woman who had some food in her hand....renu's lips stretched for a bit and the lady was kind enough to provide renu with some food and water. little did renu know that in next few hours, her life was about to be changed. after finishing her meals, the lady took her to a small house, where she comforted renu with some clothes and allowed her to share a room with some other females. it was like a heaven for renu, who escaped from a hell called house unable to bear the torture by her father and step-mother. for this teenager, the new house is nothing but a paradise. as days passed by, one night, there was a stranger in renu's room. he was of her father's age but his actions were weird. renu experienced a new action in life where her body was explored by someone else without her wish and will. it was painful for her...the action continued for more and more days and there was no escape to her.

but it wasnt the same....one fine day, renu was rescued by an activist team, and she was admitted in a children's home. its been more than 3 years now. renu is now going to school. she has friends and she socialises with an ease.

after finishing the talk show, we all came out and i wished renu and her mentor. renu was gutsy enough to speak infront of the camera. after a lil chitchat, renu asked my number and said, "didi, you look so beautiful and you are so daring. i want to become like you...i want to become an activist and work for small children". it moved me bigtime. i planted a kiss on her forehead and hugged her and thought 'i wish i learn from you to be bold and fight out the odds in life. am nothing infront of you honey....you are much bolder, stronger and a complete fighter....salaam to you'

renu....a small and tiny head in the crowd, who is certainly a big dose of inspiration.

an ocean called socialising

i was relishing cocoa shake with my childhood buddy Ms T, and was wondering why we are still single and cant find people around us. we are working women, surrounded by thousands of employees all the time, guarded by family, and pretty much on social networking sites. but deep down the heart, we knew, we are alone. we have our lunches alone, travel alone, have evening coffees alone and sometimes watch TV alone. a couple of conversations with my other girl friends made me think about my socialising skills. like me, there are many other female spirits, who are wandering in a state of confusion thinking what to do and where to go.

i feel, socialising skills are essential in everyones life. but then, not all the times. let me put it this way. i believe there are different phases in life. these phases become very vibrant when we r closing on our teenage. from 18 yrs, i say, these phases start actively. at the beginning, meeting new people is a sure shot excitement. we meet, become friends, sometimes it doesn't match..its like a mixture of emotions.

in the next phase, when we are in college, we keep bumping into people through common friends. it is also out of excitement and curiosity. college itself plays as a meeting hub and thus we are exposed to bacterial colonies called friends and thus the vibrancy starts. those whom we think are our friends become our worst enemies, those whom we neglect become our best pals and bla bla...this is a crucial phase, where people fall in love, end up getting ditched, or in worst case get married.

the next phase is the job phase, where we are exposed to more dirt called colleagues. bitching, gossiping, gender bias, location, language...everything play a vital role. parties, functions, socialising events make us meet new funny and strange faces. counters and encounters happen in this phase. after much love, sex and dhokas and consoles....
the next phase arises.
this is the point where we realise, we reached a saturation point and meeting strangers becomes boring. we don't feel like having conversations over coffee. we get bored talking about our lives and repeating the same dialogues of who/what/where we were. we develop-i don't care- attitude towards strangers and we hardly try for an image preservation technique. irrespective of whether we have our old friends near or not, we don't crave for sustainability in the relationship. if it clicks- well and good...if not...let it go...

on an average, a person meets 10-12 new people every year. and only 2-3 of them from opposite gender with whom he/she feels like spending some time. out of it, 1 or none remain pals for the next year and sometimes...even that person is gone.

it doesn't mean, we don't like socialising or we are anti-social. age makes us more mature/boring/specific and prioritis our expectations. rarely we come across such like minded persons...and our search goes on...and it never ends...

truly, socialising is like an ocean..the more you do...the more deeper you go!

tear drops in the corners of my eyes

tear drops in the corners of my eyes..
whether to shed down or dry inside
in dilemma of my personality
a very sensitive woman in me and the strength that challenges male ego


tear drops in the corners of my eyes...
the sensitive woman in me wants them out
emotions pushing them from my body
trying to vent the pain and sadness- blow out
a search for a shoulder to cry on
a warm hug to dry my wet eyes
a soft touch to stop the trembling of my hands...
i have no one....and want the tears to let out...
the drops still hanging in the corners of my eyes...

tear drops in the corners of my eyes
the strength in me is shouting loud
no...you have to deal it..
my boldness and vigor holding the tears back
asking me to fight the situation...
my shoulders are my support system
my dry heart is enough to evaporate my tears
i held my trembling hands and said loudly..
yes i shall fight it out...i shall not waste tears on someone..
i am bold and i am strong
tears in the corners are finally sucked inside

tear drops in the corners of my eyes
yes..i have not wasted them....
i fought on my own and stood out...

some sitcoms

alright...after a break....am back into my social life...finally...after getting blindfolded for few days, am trying to flash some light into my life....guess what...its really good to have a dark life for sometime lol....
all these days, i wasnt much onto gtalk, yahoo messenger and ofcourse my favourite passion blogging. am writing here some sitcoms and hope you would enjoy them...these are personal experiences of my friends.....

she met him in airport and it was an instant spark between both of them. healthy flirting went on for sometime...a bit of shopping in the airport, a lil gupshup and after some bla bla bla...they decided to meet after they get down (they have no idea about their seat numbers). fate made them sit next to each other and the rest of the journey was just awesome...and as usual, the man was bold enough to say a bye after they got down and she was still in a hope to meet him.....
after a couple of months
her-hey how r u
him-hey am good...how did you get my phone number (i never gave you mine)
her- well you know...hehe...i got it...where there is a will..there is phone number...
him- awww..so tell me how r u?
her- am good...but whats that loud sound next to you..
him- oh yeahh...some plumbing work is going on....am getting my washroom repaired..
her- really? (i dnt care..but still) why??
him- well you know...i want my wife to be comfortable after she comes into my house
her- ur wife? r u married????????
him- no i will...
her- engaged?
him- no....we r searching for a girl stilllll
her- (grrrrrrrrrrr...i hate you) aww...chalo then take care byeeeeeee
him- ok..ok...take care bye
her- slammed the phone...
i still wonder is it a problem with guys or the girls...i am confused a bit


so this is another hilarious one

she called up a doctor to know if he can treat her friend at free of cost. apparently, he agreed and he treated the patient without charging anything...and my friend was showering thanks on him. strangely, the doctor and my friend never met and the phone call was the only medium of communication. the doctor's degrees, voice, generosity...everything impressed my friend so much...she was very much gaga over him and thought of meeting him over coffee...after a couple of days, my friend's friend (the patient) informed my friend that the doctor asked him and my friend to attend a party without fail...my friend was on cloud eighteen, as he invited for a coffee and....out of excitement she called up the doctor and the conversations went on...
her- hey..its me...thanks for the invite..
him- yeahh you should come...without fail..
her- sure sure..am so glad you invited me...where is it?
him- you know...so and so coffee house....will you come?
her- ofcourse ofcourse....but whats the occasion (dnt tell me you are giving a personal party for me..hehe)
him- oh....its babyshower...my wife is preggies...
her-(you have a wifeeeeeeeeeeee and she is preggiesssss) aww okk.sure..bye for now!
life is truly is surprising...but such incidents are refreshing!

enjoy

and he became part of my life...........

him: hello...kanna babu?
me: who is this?
him: is it kannababu????
me: no wrong number
and i hung up...

her: kannnaaaaaaa
me: who?
her: is it kannnaaaaa?
me: no

him: anna...
me: anna? whom do u want?
him: is it kanna annna?
me: grrr..wrong number

him: kanna sir?
me: wrong number
her: babu...kanna.babu
me: ughhh

and then on new year's day and for every festival i received text messages which were meant for him. slowly...calls and messages for kanna babu became part of my daily life....whenever i receive a call it would be for either me or kanna babu. i dont know who he is...i have no idea where he stays...thanks to vodaphone people...they made a stranger part of my life..earlier i was pissed with calls meant for him...now i reply softly that his number is changed...i realised that he is been prettty important in his circle and could be a favourite one too!

but today..early in the morning i received a message which says "my deep condolence to you and your family. may god keep her soul rest in peace"..this is for kanna babu again..
someone from kanna babu's family is no more! i felt bad for kanna babu... hope he cheers up from the loss and spring back to normal.

kanna babu- i still have no idea who he is! but my heart felt bad for his loss!

crappy movies

am getting bored... i realised there is no point in spending 100s of bucks on these pathetic movies. i better buy some clothes and wear them for a year or eat proper food or give the money in charity than torturing myself with those dirty slapstick humurous movies which lack any sense. i seriously want to watch movies which dont have
1) hero who meets a heroine and falls in love
2) two men behind an unambitious woman and vice versa
3) a hero jumps into the air against gravity and beats 20-30 villains without shedding a drop of blood yet no case is registered on him
4) a combined family with all the women wearing jewelery 24x7 and pampering the uneducated girl in their family who dreams of nothing but having sex in a mountain area
5) a rich girl falling in for a street rowdy
6) man loving an engaged woman and the groom sacrificing the bride in the mandap
7) the girl wearing a bikini and dancing in the beach while the hero is clad in a suit and have shoes while in water
8) 45 years old hero who celebrates his 46th birthday yet goes to the college in the movie
9) woman keeps roaming in the road showing her cleavage and men drooling at her
10 ) where hero wins and villain dies at the end

crap....please i need a change.....boohoo....the only means of entertainment is now no more entertaining!
this blog is the result of spending 400 bukcs on a sucking movie

being single!

awww...i agree with this so much...cant stop myself from reading it again and again!

The Big List Of The Benefits Of being single

1. Everything in your house is yours.

2. You don't have to hide gifts, receipts, and other purchase records in ridiculous places.

3. If you buy something "yummy", you don't have to buy twice as much.

4. The only person you have to dress up for is your boss.

5. Your late nights are all yours.

6. Less stuff to move when you do move

7. One bedroom apartments feel more spacious with only one person

8. You never have to ask for permission to orgasm.

9. Only the doctor can tell you what to eat

10. You decide what to shave and when

11. Valentines day costs less

12. No anniversaries to remember

13. No extra birthdays to remember

14. No extra family to shop for during the holidays

15. No irritating in-laws to deal with

16. You can walk around naked whenever you want.

17. Only your sense of decency has any say about where you leave your dirty clothes.

18. You don't have to share

19. You don't have to change your life because someone else has jealousy issues.

20. The only insecurities you have to deal with are your own.

21. Getting that out-of-state job doesn't hinge on what someone else wants or thinks.

22. The only people complaining about music volume are the neighbors.

23. You can fall asleep anywhere without getting any guff for it in the morning.

24. You don't have to use the "headache" excuse anymore.

25. You don't have to worry as much about the "oops, I'm pregnant" factor.

26. The only person who goes through your stuff is you.

27. The only person who sees your inbox is you.

28. More time to spend with friends.

29. You don't have to live with someone who can't stand your parents.

30. If you want to go for pizza at 3am, no one stops you or asks you why.

31. You can date more freely.

32. The cute secretary is fair game.

33. The whole wedding mess? Yeah, none of that to deal with.

34. You don't have to share your closet with anyone else.

35. You always get to watch what you want.

36. You always get to read what you want.

37. You decide when to crawl into bed.

38. You can throw yourself into bed and snore without dire consequences.

39. No one else's annoying (or disgusting) habits to deal with at home.

40. The only fetishes you have to deal with are your own.

41. You can talk to yourself without people saying "what?" or worrying about your sanity.

42. There are religious benefits, if you're into that kind of thing.

43. Single people can still adopt, if you're into that kind of thing.

44. The only annoying friends you have to deal with are your own.

45. You don't ever have to wonder if you really love the person you live with.

46. There's only one way to do things- your way.

47. You are the master of the thermostat.

48. The only messes you have to clean up are your own.

49. The only disasters you have to fix are your own.

50. If an argument starts, you can walk away... forever.

51. You don't have to make excuses for yourself.

52. The whole "old maid" thing is so last century.

53. Dinner can be as simple as a frozen burrito.

54. When you eat, you buy and cook for one.

55. No one else is going to eat your leftovers.

56. No one else is going to raid your stash of sweets (you don't even have to hide it!)

57. You don't have to share your bed with anyone.

58. You can even eat in bed if you want to.

59. You can decorate the entire house according to your taste.

60. The only person spending your money is you.

61. Three words: Marriage Tax Penalty.

62. The only debts you have to pay off are your own.

63. Kids with single parents can get more financial aid.

64. Bickering couples are at best a relieving reminder and at worst hilarious.

65. Less pressure about body weight.

66. Married people are fatter on average anyway.

67. Suddenly, it's okay to look (and flirt).

68. It's easier to focus on your career and your dreams.

69. You're the only person who gets to decide if you "need to make more money."

70. The only mood swings you have to deal with are your own.

71. There are a lot of lonely and violently psychopathic people out there.

72. You don't have to change your religious beliefs one bit.

73. There are 6.5 Billion other fish in the sea. That's 6,500 x 1 million. Yeah.

74. Porn is cheaper, easier, and comes in more varieties.

75. The toilet seat only moves when you move it.

76. Cohabitation is legal, fun, and less of a hassle than marriage.

77. You don't have to deal with someone else's kids all the time.

78. Divorce is pricey.

79. You don't have to deal with "compliment fishing."

80. Fewer minutes spent with a phone attached to your ear.

81. No endless nagging.

82. You never have to answer the phone "right now!"

83. You can drink what you want, where you want, and as much as you want.

84. No doubts or worries about someone sleeping around.

85. Things stay where you put them.

86. You can meditate and have your quiet time when you need it.

87. The only thing whining about not being fed is your cat.

88. You can take out the trash when you feel like it.

89. You can shower or bathe when you want, as often as you want, for as long as you want.

90. You can even leave the door open when you shower.

91. The longer you wait, the better you know yourself, instead of someone else.

92. Children learn how to treat themselves by watching how you treat yourself.

93. A bad relationship is like a lingering knife wound- it continues to ruin your whole day.

94. You can be as eccentric as you want.

95. Your car can be as dirty or unusual or artistic as you want.

96. You decide how long it takes to get ready.

97. Say goodbye to heartache, dumping, and being dumped.

98. You get your weekends for you and your projects.

99. You can be the wild friend with all the really juicy stories.

100. You can still get laid. Maybe even more often. Certainly with more variety.

101. Being single and staying single isn't selfish. It should be seen as putting your happiness first (Where it should be.)

courtesy (http://hubpages.com/hub/101-reasons-to-stay-single)