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the irony called life

oh…the time just flies like anything

the train of the months passes with a zing

the beads of dates change in second

the unit of time quite hard to be reckoned

the sprint towards the death is faster

the changing calendars spelling disaster

every year flaunts and runs away fast

how long will this weakening body last?

what for we have ascended on this earth?

what is the real motive of this birth?

where is the peace for this wandering soul?

what is our mission, what is our goal?

yesterday we were kids now we are parenting them

and soon tomorrow our kids will be the parents

the shift in the roles is sweet though sore

we keep moving till the edge and more

till we are out of this game of existence

and then, there will neither be presence nor absence

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the life bubble

they say life is a bubble, let it be

at least colourful world I can see

the bubble may burst some day

till then let me live my life my way

God has blown this bubble for us

let no one try to prick it or crush

the bubble may float up or down

we may feel happy or may frown

but the bare fact of the life is clear

till bubble lasts cheer without fear

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The need to learn cooking

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Life teaches us many things that we keep reading even in the books too, but what a married life teaches generally varies from couples to couples. Still it is worth learning from the experiences from someone who is married as they say, ‘Marriage is like a sweet,  whether you choose to eat it or not, you will either way repent’.

Generally in a traditional society the responsibility for the household work goes to the females, which is being moderated as the society is heading towards ‘gender equality’. Women are more and more competing with men and taking up all the stuff that men once boasted of exclusively theirs. The ‘only men’ domains are perfectly barged in and successfully occupied by women. However this remained more or less a ‘one way traffic’. Men mostly never tried to attempt what was earmarked as the women’s job. So the flow didn’t happen in the reversible fashion.

One of the best examples to ponder is the art and the responsibility of cooking. As the law of inheritance mostly the daughters helped their mothers in the household work. In this process they learned cooking and continued the same even after their marriages. Even in the working couples, it is an unwritten understanding that the women will be cooking for the family after returning from the job. They do. Some manage by multitasking, some by outsourcing a bit and some by getting help from their male counterparts.

What about men? Men never owned cooking as their activity at home. However it is normal to see ‘only men’ chefs and cooks at every hotel in this world. So most of the Chefs are men but not the vice versa. Surprisingly these men after returning back to home wish to eat the food what their female counterparts cook! So, at home cooking still remained a women’s job for them and what they cook is regarded as the ‘official work’!

Notwithstanding all this, in my opinion each and every man should know cooking. In traditional old-fashioned families, boys are treated as the prince and the girls, the maid servant. So the boys are not allowed to carry out or even help in the household activities. That is the reason once they come out of the parents’ umbrella either pre-planned or abrupt, they struggle to survive.  They keep quenching their hunger with ‘ready to eat’ stuff or the ‘outside cooked’ food and somehow manage to remain alive.

Many such men see a valid and stressing point in getting married. They will get pleasure to their tongue and tummy with ‘home made food’ apart from the much awaited sexual pleasure.  And for that reason, if their female counterpart falls ill for even a day or so, their life turns like hell. The ailing wife has to forget all the pain and sickness to cook even in that condition for their royal husband raising the valid question as to who is really sick. The wife with the fever and pain or the helpless incapable husband? And if the wife has to visit her mother or the mother in law place for few days, the husband becomes sick even listening to that. Others too ask, how will he manage food? And the fairy tale continues.

So, the crux of the matter is that each and every individual, if holds a stomach should be able to survive if and only if he possesses the ability to cook.  Standing on your own feet is socially equivalent to cooking by your own hands. You may never feel left out, cornered, humiliated or frustrated after marriage or even before that, if you possess this skill. Undoubtedly, the art of cooking makes the personality shine luminously bright of its own light. No eclipses, no darkness!

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the divine fire

O the divine fire of love and affection

burn me with flames of your power

Bestow me with scorching evidence

douse me in that passionate shower

treasure of love should never be over

as there is plenty to spend all around

humans are poorer than never before

deficient of love and affectionate ground

outspread of love is turning orthodox

takers and givers have a different genus

neither the men look to be from mars

nor women appear to be from venus

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let’s do it!

The world is pretty big enough

We may not meet anytime again

There are infinite faces in the crowd

Who has got the time to complain

The power of communication is immense

If we do not converse, we lose

How long can we wait for others to speak

It depends on us what we choose

All humans in this planet are not wild

The scare of hurt is destroying us

The distance between people is shrinking

But the mistrust is occupying us

We are scared of going to places

We are scared of coming out of home

We are scared of browsing internet

We are infected by scare syndrome

This world is beautiful and radiant

And we have only one life to live

Why do we set boundaries for us

Why do we hesitate to forgive

Let us talk to everybody we meet

Let us exchange pleasantries and greet

Let us treat world as our own family

Let us make our existence complete

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Good bye to all !

Though it takes too much of determination to say goodbye to WordPress, I have finally decided to do so. In this one and half year of my journey on this beautiful platform I had just awesome experiences. It is worthwhile to mention few of them on this day of bidding the farewell.

I want to apologise my fellow blogger who thought and expressed that my words are too much dipped in the flirting sap. Though I do not own a ransomware I wan not very sure what for she was afraid of? Even there was nothing physically possible online? Till now I didn’t understand how the relations became that toxic. She even mailed and asked me not to come on her board and stay off. I did that obediently. 

I also thank my other fellow blogger who asked for my photo praising my word (though I never believed that from the bottom of my heart) . I was also surprised that after knowing much about me, how can one ask for the photo? So I didn’t give that personally but I posted it on the site. 

I want to ask my other fellow blogger who was so excited to converse with me and we did that quite regularly for few days and nights. Then she inquired about my background and other details. I asked her to search on the site as there is a tunnel that leads to real me. May be she got into it and then all her conversations reduced and finally stopped. 

I want to apologise few other bloggers who followed me and asked to follow back that I didn’t do. I want to thank all other blogger who have become like my family conversing either on their site or mine almost everyday giving their beautiful and valuable inputs and comments. I will really miss all of them.

Last but not the least I want to thank WordPress for allowing me to hang on here without a valid literary passport. 

Thank you all. Good bye!!!

And this one is what came to my mind when I came across the prompt Toxic