Girls like me and of my age live a life of a hypocrite. They tell their parents, relatives and friends that they never want to marry and would give away anything to spend rest of lives with parents, but secretly all they dream about is getting married to most sexy/handsome/rich/humorous/sensitive/caring/cool guy in the world.

The female quest for unknown happiness does not stop at dreaming about marriage alone, it includes a lingering wish to experience motherhood, the joy of holding her own baby, having those little fingers and toes of her own creation and showing off the world what master craftsman she is.

Sometimes, the wish to experience that magic is so strong that eventually girls go to any extent, even sacrifice their professional life, just to have the joy of motherhood. In pre-independence era, or even now in some parts of India, a girl's personal and professional live revolves around providing a mail heir to the family, nothing above it, nothing beyond it.

But, even in modern era, women sacrifice their whole personal and professional life just to be a mother.I can't imagine a rush - a high so strong in my life that would force me to leave all that I have earned or yearned for till now. But then I am not a mother yet.

One of my friend is literally on the verge of death and she denies treatment - the reason - she wants to be a mother! Her condition so severe that unless she sacrifices her chances of ever conceiving a baby she hardly has any of living. But no matter what the docs say, no matter what we argue  - her thoughts never linger towards having a treatment for all she wants to have is a baby, perhaps later in life, but, yes a baby for sure.

Perhaps, the gravity of situation skips her mind everyday because her pain, her distress is negligible when compared to joy of motherhood, a joy which she has not experienced yet but she dreams of everyday and night.

When I got to know about her medical condition I had few sleepless nights, I even argued with her, requested her, begged her to go back to her hometown and have proper treatment but - in vain. The argument continued. But one day I looked into her eyes which were in so much pain yet carried a simple wish and I knew I lost my case. Thereon I could see how wonderfully her eyes hid the pain and joy of her strongest wish - she wants to be a mother!

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It's raining men
Hallelujah it's raining men, Amen
It's raining men
Hallelujah it's raining men, Amen

naa re naa re, naa re naa re - (2)
barso re megha megha -2, barso re megha barso
mitha hai kosa hai, barish kaa bosa hai
kosa hai, kosa hai, barish kaa bosa hai
jal jal jal jal jal jal jal thal jal thal
chal chal chal chal....... chal chal behta chal
gilee gilee gilee ha, ha ha ha ha.......

Ghanan ghanan ghir ghir aaye badra
Ghane ghan ghor kaare chhaye badra
Dhamak dhamak goonje badra ke danke
Chamak chamak dekho bijuriya chamke
Mann Dhadkayein Badrawaaaa... O the weather has turned beautiful in Delhi. After months of heat and humidity, Delhi finally received a sprinkle of rain and with it the priceless smell of earth.
The inside of a otherise hot and sleepy office has truned into a cool and lively place. People are happy, singing songs, some in their breathe and some humming, discussing clothes and hoping to get away ASAp to enjoy the weather with their family and friends. 
I wish you all Happy rain and pakorads! Enjoy Delhi
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Recently one of my colleagues changed her job to become an Adoption Counsellor at a Delhi orphanage. The news was rather a bizarre for me for I had started growing fond of her and was looking forward to change my department and work under her able guidance. I requested her not to leave. But gradually with time I realised that she has chosen a rather noble field wherein she would help children crave their future.

But the full intensity of her job did not dawn on me until I spoke with her recently. Her explanation about her work culture and colleagues touched my heart. I realised that from on onwards she was not going to sit in AC cabin with a lot of paper work and gossipy colleagues rather she would be kept company in a huge group of children right from newborns to seven years of age, the youngest being just three day old.

She told me that every children in these orphanages have their own story. The stories of these unfortunate kids were touching.

A girl child was left behind because her father wanted to get married again after his wife's death. Can anyone go and ask that man would he have left his child in the same circumstances if it wold have been a male child? or would his wife have left their child in case he had died?

The answers are simple no. But her's in not the only case in the orphanage. There are kids left by unmarried mothers, by parents who just thought having a kid will not go with their professional lives, by parents who want to remarry.

But then as a coin as two sides there's a happier side to this sad saga also. Irresponsibility, professional success and social shame gives way to hope and happiness for loving couples who cannot have a child or simply want to adopt one to expand their families.

Many kids from these orphanages get great foster parents and live much healthier and happier lives from they would have otherwise lived. And in return they give unconditional love to their parents as they have nothing to loose.

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Today I read a friend's buzz status which said- it's the part of her life she calls wonderful! The statement triggered a stream of thoughts in my mind that if there's anything like wonderful life? The thoughts were partially result of my own misery and partially because I have never seen my friend so happy.

Well, it's good that she finally found her wonderland in a foreign state but here in India I find it amazing that how we term our whole lives wonderful on realisation of a momentary pleasure and horrible on facing a stupid trouble.

Human nature is so spontaneous that it practically leaves no space for planning. We are happy this moment and sad the another. We call ourselves luckiest man alive and a beggar on the same day. We live - we die - we don't have control over our lives, yet we plan.

Bosses praise us, suck us and even want to kill us and we return the favour with due fervour, yet we get up everyday to get to the same place and start the vicious cycle all over again. But, you know, the cycle is vicious but not never ending or inevitable. We can take control of our lives.

And, I think, the only way to get behind driver's wheel is to let go. Release that accelerator and hold on to break for some time or just let go the break and let your life speed on .. speed on until you feel the rush carving for which made you learn the damn driving.

Speed on or stay but do what you feel like, listen to your heart. Enjoy every moment of your momentary wildness because it will also pass and at the end of it you will feel you have really screwed it up!

But trust me there will be nothing more satisfactory than blowing off your monotonous life circle and starting all over again because we, as humans, are all nomads!

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