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A Sudden Outburst...

You know the biggest problem caused in any society, be it Indian or western, is the reckless nature of the woman-folk there. If a woman knows her limits(not in the negative sense), as in to upkeep her self-respect and dignity, half the problems faced today would be solved. She is the life-giver, the mother, if she does not know what her true role is, she actually destructs the generation and the coming generations too. Today, in most of the movies, bollywood, most actress are semi-clad, in most ads which market men's products like shaving cream or razor etc a woman has to be shown as some sort of "attracted to clean-shaven men or those who use Axe perfume" kind of role! Its ridiculous, there was a time in India, where character actors like Shabana Azmi, played great roles in movies, wearing saris, and projecting roles where the woman was the lead character in the movie. And today, actresses like Mallika Sherawat and likes feel that their flesh is their worth and the audie...
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The Postscript

I was on a call, walking across the dining room of their home, completely engrossed in the conversation with my mother. Their double pedestal 18th century French style 10-seater table lay cluttered with papers, documents, bills,etc. under the glimmering crystal chandelier. As I was walking and my finger carelessly running through rim of the table, my eyes caught the attention of two baronial envelopes with the recipients addressed on them. One read " To Daddy, From Son " , the other " To Son ". But what caught my attention was not this, but the postscript just a few inches below the latter note. It read, " P.S: Sorry for my poor handwriting ". Knowing the father in this context, and having read such a postscript, my mind wandered into deep thoughts about this man. It raced back to the memories of the last weekend of June when the blissful days with Her Holiness also brought with it new relationships that will be cherished for a lifetime. Here is a man of ...
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Les Miserables - I

Now, after so many months of dormancy, I would like to just post the lyrics of a couple of songs from the musical ' Les Miserables' . Must say, these are some of the most beautiful songs I have heard in a while... Here is the first one... I Dreamed a Dream [Fantine is left alone, unemployed and destitute] [FANTINE] There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time Then it all went wrong I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high And life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart And they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days ...
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