Friday, June 25, 2010

What a woman wants

Well it’s often said that Man are from mars and women are from Venus. For Man are considered to be violent and aggressive, the traits of Mars God as mentioned in Greek mythology.  And Women are considered beautiful and elegant traits attributed to Venus in Greek mythology. But if you look at these same planets from the point of view of a science scholar, Mars is a planet far off from sun and hence on the cooler side compared to earth and Venus on other hand is closer to sun hence on the hotter side. Now this presents a contrasting definition of Human nature while specifying in terms of Gender. This is exactly how the Wants of a Woman are 

On a lighter note
·         They want you to treat them as equal but they want larger share of money and luxuries and lighter share of luggage unless of course the luggage is gold or other gems (They don’t trust man with jewelry)
·         Tell them that they get mad over small things and they will get mad over you for saying so.
·         They don’t want to tell you much but they want you to understand everything.
·         Studies are any day  more important than sports and extracurricular, they believe so and they want you to believe as well.  
·         Spending a few thousand bucks on gadgets is a waste of money but spending double the amount on cosmetics is an investment.
·         They don’t understand anything completely just by stating it one time and if you try to explain again it will hurt their ego.

Now on a serious note
·         They like to talk a lot but what is more important, they want you to listen and if you can smile once in a while you are a darling.
·         Let them take care of yourself, it’s in their nature and provides them satisfaction that they are holding their string of the relation perfectly.
·         Crying is their way of letting loose as shouting and abusing is sometime our way. So let them cry when they feel like crying, offer sweet words or remain silent but make your presence warm when they are crying.
·         Communication is very important so at least give them a call or leave them a message everyday. Failing which, means their value in your eyes has decreased somewhat ( I know its not like that but they  think that way)
·         Last but not the least they are women and prone to mood swings so handle them with care

Have a good day…
Mayank Rajput
 June 25, 2010

Friday, June 11, 2010

The Upbringing - 1

Recently I came to know that a large part of an individual’s personality is developed by the way he spend his childhood. This led me to contemplate and revisit my child hood in a rather introspective and philosophical way. I decided to analyse every event of my childhood, my upbringing, my friends and neighbours and how they all affected me and my personality. This is how it goes...
I landed my foot on a hospital bed on 10th Feb. 1990 at around 10:06 PM, No points for guessing how cold it is in Gwalior in Feb. and that too at night I wonder how so many people managed to wait for my arrival. My family was and is an average Indian middle class family so childhood was not lavish and flamboyant. But it was rather different in its own way. We used to live in Sarafa bajaar at that time (One of the busiest place of the city) and My dadi (Grandmother, She really is Grand!>:D<) she straight away declared that we will have to shift Mankoo (that’s me!) is not going to grow up in this place with illiterate goons all around. And as you know that getting a new home is not child’s play for a middle class family hence by the time we moved to our new home I was already an year old, walking and talking guy (Mum says I learned both walking and talking way early compared to other children, I am proud of the fact, another testimony of my prodigal abilities)

Our New home (The only home to me best place in this entire world <3), well when we moved in here it was like a pearl in a wide open ocean. What I am trying to say is a home in a beautiful surrounding Gwalior fort on the front side and a flat hill on the back side with trees all around, but ironically very few neighbours (Just 2-3 and few distant neighbours). This new home was really close to my Mothers relatives so they kept coming to our home. And fortunately or unfortunately I was the only kid in the entire area So every one used to play with me as soon as I left someone’s arms other were ready to pick me up. I was made to dance to smile to run (Darn! I was a toy and believe me gals loved me :D).
Now to the other side of my childhood, Both my parent were quite young( in their early 20s ) when i arrived so no one really knew how to brought me up and than comes into the picture my dadi aka Grand mom.  Dad went to office mom was a bit weak and busy with house hold work and dadi was busy with ME. I was a cry baby and she used to give me overdose of care (she still do). I was fed more than my tummy could handle Ahhh! No wonder I used to be a fatty (I guess no one is going to believe this, but yeah once upon a time I was a fatty)

After dadi went to sleep during afternoon forcing me to sleep as well that’s when my real life began i used to stroll in the open area in front of my home thinking (don’t know what I used to think, playing with imaginary friends as i didn’t have any real friends) throwing stones plucking out grass experimenting with my toys breaking them, opening them to see what’s inside) and a long list of weird things. An year or so passed this way and then came our first real neighbour The Bhargavs .