Pros and Cons of social Networking

I just cleaned my friends list on FB and this one small thought triggered me to write a post on Pros and cons of social Networking. I know, with enlightening media, breaking news, experienced friends and other stuff, you all are aware of pros and cons. But, who cares, I decided to write about it anyways! So, here goes my anatomy.

I am not dividing the list, am just scribbling my thoughts. so, you choose which ever suits you the best!

1) We become public through social networking sites and if we were ever introverts in our school/college days, we can come out of that cocoon and be a public figure with more than a centurion friends!

2) we can write our mind. irrespective of the language code!

3) We tend to meet our old school/college/ neighbourhood/ not-at-all related friends. And we add them, and nothing happens after that! They are just lying in our list forever and we dont have anything to talk.

4) we get connected to some famous people and again nothing happens. Because, this time, we are lying in their friends list and they dont care to talk to us!

5) we can see whats happening in their lives, which has no productivity factor. Yes, we get absolutely nothing by peeping into their pics. Sometimes, we just sleep with pinch of jealous if the other person is seen enjoying.

6) We can do a 'peek a boo' thing on those profiles whom we dont talk with but still have interest on whats going on!

7) We can know about who is wedding whom/when/where knowing the fact that we are not invited and even if invited, we cant go.

8) we can put our pics of romance/ intimate things that have to shared only between the closest ones. But, anyways, we dont care, the site is giving us space, so we will upload!

9) we can support some faltu discussion started by an intellectual who has nothing to do in life except to trigger fights.

10) we get notifications of posts which we are not even interested in and we are never subscribed to!

11) we can play stupid games which help us in increasing our weight, eye sight and decrease our thinking abilities.

12) we can boast about our life and criticise/scold/ accuse others' if we dont like. In a way, we can use our fundamental right without any hesitation.

13) Random people add us and we feel elated that we are now important to those who know nothing about us.

14) some people think, its a shame if someone is not on any social networking sites and he is illiterate in the world of social networking!

15) there is no room for privacy and we dont care! afteral, everybody is talking about us!

16) sometimes we like/comment/ tweet/ scrap out of compulsion.

17) you meet a person in real life, you meet him/her everyday and also get connected through these sites so that you assure yourself that YOU ARE CONNECTED every moment.

18) we delete some people and we think we deleted them forever! As we lose the differentiating capacity of real and virtual life.

19) we don't realise that those who love us need no social networking sites to know us!

20) we drag and drop people into different circles thinking that we did something that we couldnot do in real life! placing them in different zones!

you can add some more if something comes up in your mind!

gulab appam-innovation out of failure

I already have a blog on cookery (www.rukrukkecook.blogspot.com).

I am not a great cook, infact I was even a huge fan of "I hate cooking community on some social networking sites. But life changes for good/bad and here I am, blogging about various food items. Now I am writing

about a dish which is an innovation out of series of

failures. So, follow me if you need more information.

go to a super market and buy a readymade mix of gulab jamun pa

cket. If you have a spouse, crib about how you have not eaten sweets for ages, the packet will find room in your cart asap. If you are single (like I was until sometime ago), have the privilege to grab it. Now come home, and start mixing the contents according to what's written there. Now if you are ambitious and over confident like me, add little more water and empty the packet. The

dough becomes pasty and useless. since you are swamped by all the guilt in the world, call a couple of people to find out if they have some extra powder. if you are an anti-social person, then sea

rch on internet or google it. Don't get surprised if you stumble upon my blog! ahem ahem

now after failing all attempts, fossil out the 'all purpose flour' in your kitchen cabinets and add it to the useless dough which is s

taring at you and bleeding through its heart. afte

r you add some to it, now make round balls and put them in hot oil. once you discover that the balls (read as gulab jamun balls) are half cooked (not at all cooked), you will wonder what to do next! so now try this...

make the round balls (balls are always round..but not when I make...) and press them in your hand. they become flat (appam). cool....now fry them and dump them in the sugar water.

after sometime you will realise that the gulab appam (gulab flats) are fuming over the weird attempt and are highly pissed. they swell and yo

u might think of shifting them from one container into another!

so this innovation called, gulab appam, is ready to serve (to whom?)...

for me, I am waiting for my man to come home and relish them (god knows!).

Try them!

on huge demand, here is the pic- Patents reserved!

the moron is gone!

I am giving a slight break to my MIM series as there is a burning (read as buried) hot topic to be talked about. Our great Maha Osama is no more and how can I not write something about him! afteral, he left so many imprints on this earth (even dinosaurs missed doing that )

May be I was among those first few -who posted something on a social networking site about his death. minutes after the news was broke, I dint miss a chance to express my happiness over his death! I was never so happy over someone's death. few hours before his death, we were in constitution avenue in washington DC touring and adoring the beauty of the city! and few hours later..bingo, the whole place is crowded with folks cheering for the nation! somehow, there were few threads which connected me to his life...let me put it this way!

When the master-blaster exploded the WTC towers, I learnt about them just few hours before. in one of our classes during my graduation, we talked about the WTC building and I aspired to work there after I finished my studies. and this moron blew them up!

when the whole world was searching for him, I happened to watch the movie 'tere bin laden' which is a story based out of the country where he was hiding (was really hiding????) and for a moment i thought, may be he could be found there..and bingo- he was there!

So, after these very small coincidences, the psycho is dead but is now haunting everyone through spam. his videos are spamming many sites and his soul is continuing to torture people across the world in this way. I heard, he is resting in the ocean- I pity the sea flora and fauna :(

I wish he was buried in the same trash/incinerator in his backyard. Oh no, it will become another tourist spot, as his hide out has already become one!

now that he is no more, I end this blog on a happy note!

'and then everybody lived happily ever after!'

MIM- where racism is appreciated

In this post, I wish to talk about someone who talks like a racist but infact loves them! confused? even I was, but coudlnot stop appreciating his definition of love after few conversations. As usual, after pokes, interests, likes and hellos, we were chatting for the first time (may be last time too)!

He was a handsome dude with nice body shody and shaven head and a cute smile. i like people who have a tooth on a tooth! like Maushumi chatterjee (google for her pic). I always asked my mom if I can have an extra tooth on my front tooth. I found it very attractive and attention seeking character!

well this guy just has everything! he seemed to be pumped up with nice biceps and triceps and huge build! as I mentioned earlier, that I wasn't much into 'look at the body and then say yes' types. but who will say no to a well build man. and there he is with an interest in my profile and willing to talk to me! whoaa...seems like i have hit a jack'pot'..lol

so our conversations started and i found out that unlike other NRIs, he is brought up in america completely and considers himself an american!

wait there, when you say you are an american, then why are you trying to marry an indian girl????

so i shot my question and our conversations went ahead like this-

him: well..nice question. I feel that Indian girls are traditional

me: really? can you define 'being traditional'?

him: you know take care of my parents, take care of home, raise kids...

me: oh..wont american girls do that?

him: they do..but you see indian girls are different!....you are not getting my point

me: oh..then explain

him: i have had lot of american girlfriends, but i wanted to marry an indian girl

me: ohh (naalayak....you need american girl friend to flirt with and an indian wife to flaunt! grrr)( the hidden feminist/women supporter in me was waking up...)

him: so, i decided to marry an indian woman! and above all, my parents wont approve if i marry a white girl.

me: oh then why this particular community and caste? you can go for any indian girl?

him: oh my mom and dad are particular about it! mom says we find nice girls here

me: you mean?

him: you know indian girls do not have boy friends before marriage and they are clean

me: (i had a lump in my throat)..so you assume I never had a boyfriend?

him: well infact I dont care but you know I like their skin?

me: wow! interesting. now whats with the skin?

him: you see they have mocha skin and its very sexy. there is nothing in white skin. but mocha/brown skin turns me on!

me: aww....ok what if someone with mocha skin turns white after coming to US?

him: oh no..they can't. you see they will retain their color throughout...and I love to have someone with that skin. I had white girlfriends....and there is no fun!

me: i think my internet connection is going off. will catch ya later. bye for now!

and I never got back to him! for sometime, I felt like I was a coffee shop and someone is trying to order mocha with extra powder! I couldnot understand if he was making racists remarks or appreciating me! whatever, I gave him the liberty to search for more 'mocha' girls!

MIM- where I understand role plays

I dont remember the chronological order. But I shall try to put most of my experiences one after another. So here comes the most memorable one, which gave me a thump! Here it is...

As usual, I received an express interest in matrimony site and I responded. I never went by the looks, but certainly gave weight to education and current position. Oh yeah, I definitely did not wait to see 'if his heart is good then no need of good job' types! sorry...for me profession was equally important. So, I accepted this gentleman's request and after exchanging an email, we met on chat and the conversations started. after few minutes I asked him to send me a couple of pictures apart from those which were on the site. Then in seconds, I received an email with attachments which had some pics. after opening a pic, I almost jumped out of my bed. I was more than horrified to see a knife in his hand and asked him immediately why he is holding a knife as if he is murdering someone? He said, he liked that pose! wow, killer attitude...ahh??? hmm

It surely surprised me, but I still gave it a chance and continued talking to him. after nearly half an hour of conversations, we dint have anything to talk. The 'what else' state began and then instantly he asked me if I like to play? I was a bit skeptical as of what to answer...but I said, I used to when I was a kid, and now I hardly play, as it would not look good to do that on roads!

As a kid, I remember playing every damn game/sport on the streets and jump around and hide on the of trees too. I was more like a tomboy and adventurous and my mother had no option to stop me from doing so. I had this gang of girls including my sister, sans, and we would play with other boys in our street. From cricket to seven picks, I would play anything.

So after a round of nostalgia, his buzz brought me back to the present and made me realise how I missed everything. So, this super sports person asked me again if I liked to play! I said, no and asked him if he does. for which, he said yes and this is how our conversation went on

him: I like role plays

me: role plays? what are they? never heard of them!

(I only knew role plays as in theaters and I remember enacting the role of Meerabai during my school days! I was kind of happy for this guy as I felt, theater people surely have bundles of creativity and thought for a second that being from software, he still possessed the interest for plays and all)

him: well you don't know role plays? its like I am spaceship and you are alien....Am doctor you are nurse, I am the warrior and you the shooter...

me: ehhh??? what kind of game is this? is it something to do with PS3 or V?

(hardly I knew about playstation and V, but gave it a guess)

him: no, in real...

me: real? how do you do that? with whom do you play?

him: like with my gf...Oh I used to have gf..infact I had many gfs..but u know only one at a time! no two-timing..

me: (wow..what a big heart!) sorry, I don't know which plays you are talking about..

I was quite confused by this time and understood some miscommunication is surely happening between us, so I called my roomy and showed her our conversation. She immediately asked me to cut it with the guy and explained what such plays are!

I was totally shocked and could not take it further! whoa....you meet a girl for the first time and you tell your fantasies?

Thanks man, I am surely the wrong person to ping! Go ahead and good luck with your search!

Thats how I dropped a wicket and took sometime to understand the roles and plays! ahem ahem

Men I Met- series

Now that I am married, I am very confident about revealing the great stories of my interactions with different men from different parts of the world. Yeah, for my great matrimony thing, I had the privilege (ran out of options) to interact with different men (read as aliens) who are born to interact with me and be part of this great blog.

my interactions mostly chats (and only once), some emails, some phone calls- made me realise that there are many different species in the universe. To start with, the bifurcation happens when homo-sapiens (Latin name for HUMAN) divides into MAN and WOMAN. then, MAN gets divided into intelligent, smart, dumb ass, frustrated, perverted, educated, fake, humorous, genuine, egoistic, and so on and so forth. The sub-divisions are like algae which keep on dividing and the more you are into them, the more you get to know about the variety.

I am dedicating this series to such men, who should seriously be banned and transported to pluto or some un-discovered planet.

well, I am not writing about men who I am still in touch with. yes, I met some real cute guys who are very good, now happily married and still find out if i am doing well.

I am only writing about those, who left foot prints (yeah they have so much dirt) and inspired me to start this blog. this is just an introduction blog. I shall not mention the names and places. I will only talk about my interactions and the jhatkas I got from them!

My hubby and I enjoy conversing about them, I explain him all the events in an animated way! So, I assume he will enjoy reading this blog (he, in fact asked me to write a book!) and you guys too!

And now the series starts.....

W-turn in my life

ahem ahem....i know its been too long. corrupted lappy, almost left job, wedding chaos, new husband and a new country...everything put me in a loop of "the busy life" and made me very very busy without any work and pay. i almost stopped visiting blogs and that depressed me further.

My life took a "W" turn, yes not just "U" turn, but I call it W turn -as the changes are totally irreversible and I cant even look back. life changed miraculously and like many women, i am referring different dictionaries to understand the meaning of this so called new life. :)

from salwar suits to saris, rupees to dollars, single to mingled, afternoon wake up to early morning wake up...everything is so new. Infact my flight from Hyd itself was memorable. As usual, my plane thing was a bit adventurous but I landed quite safely to my hubby's surprise.

Since my first step, I brought snow storm within a week. i remotely remember buying any sweater during my stay in India. My hometown has just 2 seasons- summer and peak summer. But this land seems quite different. While I was flexible in my clothing in India from sleeveless to capris, I am supposed to wear, rather drape myself completely. While I survived on Maggie and Pizzas in India, I am living on rice and variety of sabjis made at home (cooked by me). While I saw lambs, chicken, goats, cattle and many other animals on the roads and next to our houses, I see them in different forms in the menu cards (grrr)! Roads are empty, I hardly see anyone crossing the road, jumping the big/huge dividers, gossiping outside houses...

Most of the world I see is- through the window pane of our car and I am forgetting to walk.

While I am trying to adjust to my new life, I am also giving some surprises to my hubby (he calls them shocks- but I dont care!). I washed his - never washed- Iphone in washing machine...and promised him more and more services in the future.

Life is totally new for me here and am going through slight culture shock. Wish me good luck!

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!