A gentle breeze told me of your presence
As did the violins playing all around
A sad tune or merry they play;
I cannot say
I cannot say
Yesterday I said, tomorrow I will cease to care
About how you fare
But today I see you
With those jokes that flow so easy
And that smile which promises to beguile ….and you look at me with those eyes bewitching
That I lie there helpless
under that gaze, twitching
Saying I’ll get over you tomorrow.
All the while knowing,
tomorrow never comes.
Through sickness and health may we be bound.
As partners and friends and lovers.
As we come together
I want you to know
You have monopoly over my heart.
I think of you wherever I go
Without you perhaps I cannot function
For where there’s you there’s me
You have monopoly over my soul.
You are mine and I yours.
We share. We fight. We love.
Just know my love, my treasure trove
You have monopoly over my heart.
Death itself cannot do us apart
For after all,we had a headstart.
I’m head over heels
Heart over mind
Rest assured I will follow you
from heaven to hell
For my love
You have monopoly over my soul.
Always was. The one in my heart
On my mind
Etched in my soul.
Forever will you have
Commercials.The very word brings various thoughts to mind.Boring,irritating….the break in the middle of our favorite T.V soap is not appreciated,but at the same time, advertisements are a part of the lucrative media business.A lot of effort is taken to make commercials appealing to various age groups.But why? do they really affect our decisions about the products?the answer, for me personally, is YES.The slogans,the people,the colours used in commercials all matter,and make the advertising business what it is and what it should be-an art!
However commercials nowadays, are disappointing to say the least.Writers do not use their creativity and wit,choosing instead to depend on star power…thus undermining themselves as well as their audience.They choose to think that just because the Shahrukh Khans and Katrina Kaifs of Bollywood claim to use their products,every Tom,Dick and Harry would suddenly be interested in using them too! They do not stop to think of whether the audience would prefer instead a witty,quirky dialogue for their product said by a completely unknown face. I do not have anything against using a known,trusted face,but to completely depend on this particular highly paid celebrity,to mouth a few rehearsed lines is becoming the advertising business’s undoing…
Some commercials though are commendable. In particular,I like Idea commercials.Abhishek B acchan utters the epic dialogue “What an Idea Sirji!” after every one of their creative advertisements in an uber cool way,with classic ease and elan.Another favorite would be the pepsi ads in which they spoofed the thumbs up ad with not so much subtlety…..It won my heart forever!!
So I truly believe that commercials are double edged swords,due to which,prospective customers can be lost as well as gained…The quality of the product comes as an afterthought to many.As for me,I would love to be hit with a series of smart,fresh commercials,which would make it difficult to decide what exactly to buy..!
“All citizens have the right to gather and protest as long as the protest is non violent and peaceable in nature.”
this is from article 20 in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and was later included in the Fundamental Rights of India.
Good Afternoon.i am speaking for the motion that the slut-walk is justified.
The slutwalk is generically a peaceful movement or a kind of protest,in which,people,regardless of gender,race,age and sexual preference come together to protest, not only rape and sexual abuse but against the immensely judgmental society
as well as the objectification of women.
Sexual Abuse, as such, is majorly based on the need to dominate.The society has degraded to such levels…and im sure women around the globe will concur…that we have to think twice before walking out of the house alone,especially at the wee hours…
The “saat chya aat gharat” mentality has prevailed for eons now…and it will definitely continue unless there is drastic change.
Babies,Women in burquas,old women,pre-pubescent little girls and of course…young nubile women…no-one is safe.
We dont tell men;”DONT RAPE!!!!”
We tell women;”DONT GET RAPED!!!”
There is a pathetic 6.5% conviction rate in rape cases..
and the percentage would be lower if we included the women
who never find the necessary courage to face social stigma and report
this heinous crime.
Rape and sexual abuse are not just attacks on the womens body…but also her integrity,
pride,her self-respect and her soul.
No one has the right to claim what is not theirs….
The “slutwalk” is for these people.They want people to be aware!!
To teach their brothers and sons
NOT to be “THAT” guy.
Respect….thats all they seek.
If men..or for that matter Human Beings cannot control themselves,evolution has not done much for us…
Sometimes,women want to provoke attention.They want to be told that they are beautiful…they want admiration…but
They DO NOT want to get raped.
No one asks for it.
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
I’ve always been a spoilt little girl…so when it comes to knowing what it is to want something with a burning passion and not getting it is uncharted territory.
Obviously when you’ve been shielded from disappointment all your life
Life will want to let you know what it feels like.
I’m a teenager. And most teenagers find out about this feeling of disappointment through heartache.
There was this boy.
Witty, Smart ,Handsome ,Well read, Mischievous in a way that you could not forgive yourself if you didn’t join the fun.
I fell. Hard.
It was weird. Mostly because I’m pretty secure and self centered. I’ve never before felt the need to
validate my existence through someone else’s approval.
But his approval…?meant the world. His smile?meant i did something right. His disappointment?
Meant I was the worse person on the planet.
I had no clue how to behave any more.
Everyday i wondered if today he would show up to class.
The days i was dressed up and looked good…i hoped he would.
The various ‘bad’ days-hair ,face,clothes etc
I hoped he wouldn’t notice me.
When he gave me that dimpled smile and said hi?!
I felt like i was flying.
The days when he ignored me were the worse.
Suddenly my moods were dictated by him.
Hours were spent staring at the phone….just waiting for it to ring…
For when it did there was that split second before actually knowing who called or messaged that it would be him.
Or am I?
Or is this only about proving something?
To myself or the world?
Is this just a competition?
A way to prove that if I so wished….
I could have him. Or anyone.
I guess i wont have the answer till i know what love is.
Until then….I am either a helpless victim of my hormones…..or a vicious predator.
Tears fight to find their way out,
while all my minds power
makes them stop.
The atmosphere is bright,
yet i feel bleak?!
The surroundings are bright
and yet i cant see,
happiness anywhere in sight,
all is black
How does one dare to hope?
How does one share,
their pain;their sorrow;
How does one smile through the lies??
The emotions, the pain its getting too much…
O how i feel….
So weak; So vulnerable
Dear god make me stronger,
so i may fight a little longer…
But no…it was not to be…
My dam is broken,
one tear comes out.
Suddenly im blinded
A river of emotion comes out from my eyes,
but the feeling is lodged in my heart.
I want to cry more because miraculously i feel better,
but nothing comes out…
and when i realize my weakness,
I clam up once more,bottling up once more.
Plastering that smile
going through the day.
But deep inside;
Somewhere near my heart
A curious feeling crops up once more…
But my dam is stronger
and i control
The tears that fight;
to find their way out.
I stand here alone, wondering,
Why his kiss is still lingering
And his touch is still on me
I’m worth so much more
And yet he’s all I want
All I need
All that’s required to feel complete
He invokes all my fears and yet
I smile through my tears
Remembering the times we had
The times he made me laugh
The times he made me cry
I hate you
Who am I kidding I don’t
I love you
You hurt me
You want to change me
You take advantage of me
Should I go on?
You know me inside out….
How is anyone to hope to compete?
My friends are staunch they let me know
That indeed I am not alone
And yet they’ll
Of that place inside me which tells me
You?your not worth it!why would he stay..?
How will they know that when the pain stops
That’s where the problem begins…..
It means another part of me is gone
I am alone.