Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Protest Against Unclean Stubble #11

I was standing there with numb feet. Gigantic glass windows, a huge piano and golden chandelier. The moon was concealed by a cruel dark cloud and the howling wolfs were sufficient to scare the life out of anyone. I was trying to figure out where am I, when I heard a sound. It lead me to an old wooden wardrobe. I was terrified, still I unlocked it.

"Woo!!!"

"Don't Woo me. I'm not a kid. Who are you? And what are you doing in this junk?"

"Aren't you afraid of me? I'm a ghost."

"Very funny! Ghost? You are wearing a tuxedo. You are shining like a groom, smelling like a vanilla cake and you are asking me to believe that you are a ghost?"

"Then how a ghost suppose to look?"

"Well I haven't seen any ghost earlier, but I guess they should be scary, scruffy and smelly."

"That's pretty unfair. I like wearing decent clothes and I hate that unclean stubble. Should I disappear to prove that I'm a ghost?"

"Anyone can disappear in such a dark room. Don't be lame. Tell me how to get out of this place?"

"Come with me."

"What were you doing here, alone?"

"I told you I'm a ghost. I live here alone."

"Listen that ghost thing, I don't believe this. But if you wish I'll be your friend. You look quite a decent guy."

"You will? Okay Friends!"

"Look sun is rising. You can come with me, my home is...."

"When I turned, he was not there mom. Was he really a ghost? His clean shaven look has bowled me over. I wanted to know him more."

"Go to sleep sweetie, you need rest."

Jerry (the ghost) was standing outside her window, blushed and bid adieu her forever.

This post is part of Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
I'm acknowledging the tag from Someone Is Special.
I would like to tag Nandini, and  Umamaheswari .

Sunday, 29 December 2013

Protest Against Unclean Stubble #10

After having been written 9 posts uninterrupted on the same topic, I could not resist myself noticing faces. When I look at people, the only question which pops up in my brain is, 'Why or why not you keep stubble?'. So far I had interrogated almost everyone. From grandfathers to grandsons and form my paper-man to night duty watchman.

Last morning when I woke up at the doorbell. I took the vessel, rubbed my eyes and opened the door for my dudhwala bhaiya (milkman). As I saw his face, my eyes sparkled and I was all set to ask the same question for may be 68th time. But I hold my horses and asked something new.

"Bhaiya Ji, from how many days, you didn't shower?"

"Didi Ji I shower everyday."

"But you don't look like.I'm sure bhabhi ji is not happy with you these days?"

"How do you know Didi Ji? Are you a fortune teller? Can you tell me anything else?"

"Yes I can. You will face itching problem on your face in the coming days."

"Is it some disease Didi Ji? Am I going to die?"

"No no Bhaiya Ji. But keep your infant kid away from you. Otherwise you will hurt him too."

"Okay I will. But Didi Ji. What is the matter with me? Please tell me."

"Hahahahaha...Nothing Bhaiya Ji. Just pulling your leg. But this all could happen, if you will not shave for few more days. Doesn't Bhabhi Ji ever complain you? Even I hate that unclean stubble."

"Yes she did. But I ignored her. I was upset about something."

"Bhaiya Ji life is the name of ups and downs. Time changes."

"Okay Didi Ji I will shave."

**********************************************************************************************************

Today's morning:

"How am I looking Didi Ji?"

"Ditto Salmaan Khan,  Bhaiya Ji!!!!!"



This post is part of Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
I'm acknowledging the tag from Someone Is Special.
I would like to tag Someone Is Special, and  Umamaheswari .

Protest Against Unclean Stubble #9

"So what do you think now? You read the posts participated in PAUS. Right?" I asked Saahil, my classmate cum fellow blogger who loves his stubble and nothing could have ever persuaded him to alter that lousy look.

"Indeed, I read them all. And I guess no one adores this look anymore. Neither Isha, who loved Sid unconditionally, yet couldn't tolerate his stubble (Coffee Date). Nor the kids, whether its their father's (My Baby and I) or of Santa (Christmas Wish). There are much more losses, apart from upsetting your beloved wife (Adopting a Good Habit), than anyone ever think (There's more to stubble than you really know). There were myriad stories, poems and references." Saahil replied which baffled me a bit.

"So? Are you going to shave or not?" I inquired directly.

"Listen to me. I'm not finish yet. I always appreciated this look of mine. Makes me look little more grown up. But I don't care about what other think. The only opinion that matters is yours'."

Saahil bent down on his knees and held my hand. "Do you want me to shave?"

"Saahil, do you remember when we were in 6th standard, I kissed your cheek in a school play?"

 He nodded.

"I want to do the same, on the same cheek. But ..." I paused.

"But what?"

"Now if I'll kiss you, your stubble will hurt me."

Saahil smiled at my innocent reply. Finally he was able to see the love in my eyes, for him. He moved a little closer and kissed gently on my cheek, "I promise I will be shaved from now onward."

From that moment our friendship turned into something special. He kept his promise and his clean shaven look bowled me over and over again everyday.

This post is part of Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
I'm acknowledging the tag from Someone Is Special.
I would like to tag Someone Is Special, and  Umamaheswari .

Friday, 27 December 2013

Protest Against Unclean Stubble #8




  •        1the cut stalks of cereal plants left sticking out of the ground after the grain is harvested
  • 2short, stiff hairs growing on a man’s face when he has not shaved for a while

  • In both of the meanings, stubble is something which is left unintentionally.

  • When I typed 'stubble' on Google and hit on News, the links which popped up are related to problems being caused by stubble left or grown in fields. Another news that one will find there is how the stubble growing habits in men are causing loss to the shaving product manufacturing companies. They tried to run several campaigns to redeem their profits. One large Australian razor manufacturer offered research showing that women don't like kissing men with stubble, which sounded a little like a desperate attempt to entice men to shave. No matter where is it growing, it is only causing loss.



  • When I was in 11th standard, I had huge crush on a guy, his clean shaven look had bowled me over, I literally breathed heavily whenever he came in front of me. But one day it all got over, just because he started keeping an unclean stubble.



  • I didn't send my brother to Mr. Sharma, cause he looks like he never bath. The stubble on his face makes him look like a shabby person. How could he be a good teacher?"
"Why are you telling me these things darling? Are you saying that you hate my new look? Are you going to leave me because of this stubble?" Rihaan asked Zoya with a rattled look.

"No sweetie, I love everything you love. I want you to hate your new look and then get rid of it. Okay?" Zoya replied sarcastically, winked at him and left the room.

This post is part of Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
I'm acknowledging the tag from Someone Is Special.
I would like to tag Someone Is Special, Sreeja , and  Umamaheswari .


Thursday, 26 December 2013

Gifts for generation...!!!

This post is a part of the 1001 Gifts Activity by HDFC Life in association with BlogAdda.
Once while completing my homework, out of nowhere I asked my mother, about her best moment. With a winsome smile, she held her hands up, joined them to make a grail and said, "When doctor put you here." I stared at her with my eyes wide open. We exchanged a smile and she resumed, "You were extremely comely and soft, like a fresh flower bud. It was 2 AM, even then I could have hold you whole night and day. Its was hard to believe that I was holding a new life and even harder to get my eyes off you. But then your dad entered the room, kissed my forehead, took you away and embraced tightly. I was about to say, "Give her back, she needs me, and more importantly I need her."
But I didn't. He was so joyous and delighted that he couldn't stop smiling. His eyes were shining with tears. The happiness on his face was akin to a 3 year old, when he gets a new toy as his birthday present. That day not only you were born, baby. With you we were born too; as parents. We silently promised you that we will love you unconditionally our whole life and will do everything possible to keep you smiling." She patted over my head and indulged back in her chore and so did I. But the love I saw in her eyes that day was inexplicable.

When I initiated to write on the prompt, I pondered about that day and yes they did everything to provide me a vivacious life. The sequence which began 21 years ago with the wonderful gift of life and love,with each passing year they are only appending the list. Their prolong endeavors are solely to make me a better person and to provide me a secure future. They have given me everything I needed, a comfortable bed, toys, books, dresses, a stress free and healthy environment to blossom and their most valuable time to take good care of me. Knowingly or unknowingly, parents make all the provisions for our secure future. A future where we never have concerns or if we do, we should be accomplished enough to deal with them.

The following five gifts are the one which I have bestowed from my parents, and my fervent hope is that every child receives the same from their's. When one day I'll be a parent I will convey these, as the most valuable heritage of mine.

“I knew nothing but love and devotion when I was growing up. Trust me, it makes everything easier.” 

― Julia QuinnThe Duke and I



I could proudly proclaim that I'm one of the luckiest kid on earth whose parents had made several scarifies so that me and my brother can get the best we deserve. Despite of belonging to a middle class single salaried family, today we have nothing to regret. We always had what we wanted and most importantly we never had to play stubborn for that. Still the best gift my parents have given me is the gift of quality education. There is only one year gap between me and my brother, yet we both have studied in the best schools of our town and pursued the graduation from one of the finest institution. In general the kind of family I belong, doesn't think of providing such education to two children all together. When my father told everyone that this was going to happen, everyone laughed, many tried to intervene but he never cared for anyone except us. And finally he did it.

Everyone will concur with me that an educated person is the most important element of a civilized society. Education not only help a child to grow financially but also help him to ascent intellectually and spiritually. Only a well educated person knows the valuable of eating healthy. Education is the food for mind, It helps us to make legitimate decisions on both fronts, personal and professional. It brings awareness toward the social issues, makes us impregnable and gives legs to stand on. Parents must anticipate the upcoming career trends and should provide the best possible education for a secure future of their little ones.

“Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.” 

 Nelson Mandela


When kids start growing up and hit the adolescence, the gap between the generations also initializes the unpleasantness. In this era of industrialization and materialism, where kids prefer updating their status on social networking rather than sharing directly to their parents, the gap could be enormous. The best way to deal with this is to understand their state by stop being a parent and start being a friend. My parent knew exactly when do they have to begin. This gift of friendship has played a great role in our upbringing. We were and still are very much open to them. Mom knows about all my crushes and crazy dreams. Well my mom is an astute lady, you can never hide anything from her, but we never even have to. Because of this I could just go to my mom and tell her every single detail. And trust me, she is pretty cool. I shared everything with her. Result is that I always have a friend whom I can trust blindly at anytime in my life. Dad was always there. He never scolded me when I was late, or did something horribly stupid. He simply explained me the consequences and later sometimes he joined in. Thus several times we both shared the scoldings from mom, which made the moments uproarious, rather than sour.

Kids are naive, you can not expect them to act mature all the time. You will definitely find them engaged in some juvenile stuffs and innocent mistakes. Parents should not be furious at every fault but should be the part of their mischievousness sometimes. They should use an open and mature heart rather than brain while dealing with their kids, especially with the teenage ones. Be their friend, talk to them about their friend circle and tell them about yours. There is a saying that "Tell Me the Names of Your Friends, and I Will Tell You Who You Are." Friends always play a significant role in developing a kid's insight which directly affect their future. So one need to be sure that their kids are having good companions. Parent's being a friend can help a-lot. Kids start drifting apart when they grew up, cause they think old parents do not belong to their young and rocking social circles. So its up to the later how they prove the former wrong.

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.” 

 C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

Several times at night, I used to have this feeling that someone came over and watch me at night. But that never frightened me because of certain unknown reason. After few years I got to know that it was my father. Every night from when I started sleeping in my own room, he used to visit me at mid night and had a glance of his angel, just to check that I'm not having trouble in sleeping. He was the one who eluded his own sleep and carried his infant, ambling back and forth in veranda, so that she could doze off peacefully. I was never afraid of being alone in room, or of dark, but parents are parents, even when you are asleep. This was his gift of security . I am always faithful that nothing wrong can happen, cause my father is here for me. When he used to go on office tours, mom filled his place. But they never in this lifetime let me or my brother have this feeling that we are alone. This sense of security have given us the strength to stand tenacious for our rights and decisions.

I barely share this incident with anyone. Only a month before of my 12th board exams, because of certain reasons, the only source of income for our family was ceased. That was the worst period of our lives. What even worse was that, we had nothing that could have given us a ray of hope for future. This was the only mistake my parents had made till date. They didn't secure our future with the policies which could have helped us in the time of despair. Although everything was intact at the end of the month. But that pressure and fear still prevail our hearts.

In this unpredictable and ever changing time, along with the sense of security parent must make provisions for their child's secure future. One of the finest way is to gift them an insurance like the one offered by HDFC named the 'Youngstar Children Insurance'. No matter what he/she choose to be, HDFC will be there for support.

“If money is your hope for independence, you will never have it. The only real security that a man can have in this world is a reserve of knowledge, experience and ability.” 

― Henry Ford


When a kid achieved something, parents are the first with whom he wants to share. He always expects an applaud from them. Several times these achievements are little different from parents' expectations.

I'm the eldest in family, so was the bench marker. Because of me, my brother, and then my cousins, had to study hard so that they could top the class, choose Maths and then become an engineer. A few months ago, my cousin appeared in her 12th board exams. She didn't top, but passed with a great score. Yet she was delighted as she won the 'Paint your dream' contest. Colors are love of her life. But what all she heard was, "That's why you stood 4th in class. You were so busy with this useless painting stuff. These colors are not going to help you to get high packages in an MNC." I was staggered by this reason. That was the most painful thing to hear.

Children expects you to be delighted on their accomplishments. They deserve it. So give them this gift of being contented. Don't push them into a direction where they only see a dark tunnel. Let them choose a path full of light. Never pressurize them for good marks. Be happy and always welcome them with a smile on your face. This will accord them with the strength to follow their dreams and not to rush into a never ending chase for money. If your son wants to be a football player or your daughter wishes to be a ballet dancer, let them be. Their dreams could be unfathomable for parents and sometimes have a great zeal to discover their own new world. Don't put barriers instead let them fly with the wings of their own dreams.

“There are two ways to get enough. One is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less.” 

 G.K. Chesterton


Doesn't it feel amazing when someone looks directly into your eyes and says,"I trust you." I remember the day, when because of a few mischievous students of class, everyone else's parents were called to meet the principal. I was so terrified, that I was seriously thinking of either running away or taking some other people as parents. Somehow I gathered all my courage and bleated them the real story. I was only hopping for 2 hours of scolding sessions or may be 3 slaps. Cause I was badly trapped. I concluded the incident with wailing eyes and mumbled,"I had nothing to do with the incident, please trust me." To the very height of my surprise they hugged me instead. Dad held my tear on his index finger, licked it and said, "This one is sour." Repeated the same with another one and said, "This one is salty, world has enough sour and salt sweet heart. It just need your sweet smile." I stared at him. He brushed away my tears and said, "Darling, we trust you. You need not to worry." That day, a completely new energy had shielded my heart. The trust in their eyes made me inviolable and had showered me with courage to put myself forward. But the most important, their trust taught me to trust others. It is a tool which can make or break many relationships.

If that day they haven't given me the gift of trust I could have easily directed in some wrong direction. This gift of parents enable a kid to go and share every truth of their lives with them. This profound feeling that 'my parents trust me', left a charismatic effect on my heart. My parents trust me. I know they will always be there by my side, when I'm right. Even if I got mislead, I know that their trust will bring me back.

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” 

 Ernest Hemingway


I tried to versify the parent's feeling for their kids, hope you like it!

From the day you came into our life,
We tried to make you properly thrive;
Though it’s not easy to be a parent,
Understand what you need is an amazing talent;
May be the God has gifted us, with this for you,
Cause with you, a completely new WE were born too…

With the time when you were on right progression,
We decided to gift you the quality education;
So that you can discover your own ways,
And your future shines, with the sun rays…

The day we noticed, you were taking your stand,
We knew it’s time to be more of your friend;
Covering this generation gap was a tough chase,
But we were silently there in your every rough phase…

Still remember the day, when you woke up at night,
We assured you we are here, you don’t need to fright;
Then you sleep with a smile and tightly hugged,
Cause from now you believed, you’ll always be loved… 

We'll always be contented with what you have achieved;
Though never stop improving, don’t let yourself deceived;
Wishes flow like the river, and never itself freeze;
But you have to learn my child, how to make them cease…

There will be times, when you will be question,
Never fear such thing, because it’s just approbation;
You need to trust, your own capability,
As we are the one who gave you this ability…

We wished to see you as the winner of heart,
You have to go on, as this is just the start;
When one day you will reach, at our stage,
Don’t forget to pass on, this valuable heritage…


~Ayushi Khare


Images courtesy : Google Images
Collage created by Ayushi Khare

Monday, 23 December 2013

Protest Against Unclean Stubble #7

PAUS has been spreading like season fever. Bloggers are coming out with their opinions. So I thought why not go out, and interview some other group of people.

Group 1: The honorable ladies in the park with an average age of 62


When I asked them how do they feel about their husband’s stubble? All of them blushed and accepted that they love their spouse no matter, they shave or not. That was sweet, but not what I was looking for. So later I asked them separately and they confessed that the men look better when they are without their unsavoury stubble.  

Group 2: The gorgeous ladies with an average age of 38



So I popped up the same question. Even though one of them said she likes her husband in stubble. Rests came up with pretty personal reasons of disliking unclean stubble. Few of them complained it hurts; other thinks it gives a dismay look. Quite honest.

Group 3: The charming college girls



Then I went to my old hostel and asked a bunch of college girls. They responded that their boyfriends look much fairer when they are properly shaved. Guys pretty good reason to shave, huh?

Group 4: Kids playing in the park



First they giggled and then started pouring their heart one by one. Most of them like pulling and playing with their dad’s stubble but accepted that they look smart without it. Aren't they sweet?

Conclusions: 

1)Even your grand mom don’t like it guys. 

2)If your wife seems unhappy, then your stubble could be the reason. 

3)Wants to get more appreciated by your girlfriend, go and shave. 

4)For your kids don’t be another teddy bear. They already got many. Be a smart dad.

5)Personally I hate that unclean stubble too.

Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
I'm acknowledging the tag from Umamaheswari Anandane.
I would like to tag Sulaiman , and  Kalpana Solsi .

Saturday, 21 December 2013

Protest Against Unclean Stubble #6

Once upon a time, on a peppy sunny day,
There was a guy, who definitely wasn’t gay;
He was proud of his dresses, his glasses and hair,
Everyone adorned him; he was a charming player;



Every girl wants him; this is what he thought,
But they only love his car, which he recently bought;
His heart beats for just one girl, whom he truly love,
Definitely loving her from distance, wasn't too enough;

Waiting outside her house, in his car with a tea cup,
He was stunned by her beauty, when she showed up;
His legs were trembling, but decision was strong,
He asked her out in the first line, ups he did it wrong;



He gathered his courage and stood next to her firm,
He was confident, that she will surely confirm;
She was baffled; and wanted him to avoid,
She laughed a bit first, but was really annoyed;

“Are you insane, or have you gone mad?
With this thing on your face, you look old like my dad;
I hate that unclean stubble; feels like you recently had flu,
But honestly reply, don’t you hate it too?”

His proposal was rejected, he was little depressed,
He was losing because of the stubble, this he couldn’t digest;
The girl felt his sorrow, put her hand on his shoulder,
“Get rid of this stubble, I’ll go out with you later”;


He jumped out of happiness, ran and got groomed,
He wore a white shirt, she’ll love it, he assumed;
The date was amazing, full of love, blush and laughter,
Everything ended well; and thus the happily ever after…



~Ayushi Khare

Doodles created on Bitstrips
A special thanks to Mr. Ankit Gupta for letting me use his avatar


Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
I'm acknowledging the tag from SIS.
I would like to tag Cifar Shayar , and  Kalpana Solsi .

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

From my crying pen #5...



लफ्ज़ हमारे पास होते,
तो बता पाते;
आप क्या हैं हमारे लिए, 
ये दिखा पाते;
वैसे तो लोग कई मिले,
हमे ज़िन्दगी के सफ़र में; 
आप ना आते तो शायद, 
किसी मोड़ पर ठहर जाते… 

हमसे यूँही पूछते ,
तो हम बताते ;
ऐतवार कितना है आप पर,
ये सुनाते;
फिर भी इस बात का इल्म,
आपको होने ना देते;
के आप ना आते तो शायद ,
हम बिखर जाते… 

इस काबिल ही कहाँ थे हम,
जो आपको पाते;
हर दिन आपसे शुरू करते,
हर रात आपमें सिमट जाते;
बिना आपके हर पन्ना खाली है,
ज़िन्दगी का मेरी;
सिर्फ ये बात आप समझते,
तो शायद हम आज भी मुस्कुराते … 

एक इशारा तो करते,
आपके हो जाते;
अलफ़ाज़ ज़रूरी न थे,
हम यूँही समझ जाते;
आपने रोका नहीं इसमे,
खता हमारी क्या है?
आप रोकते तो सही,
हम सारी उम्र रुक जाते… 

Monday, 16 December 2013

Protest Against Smelly Stubble #5

"Last night I had this crazy dream. I was on a cruise with Leonardo DiCaprio. I loved his character in Titanic." Reena babbled to Ishika with a smirk in her eyes.

"Then what happened? Did he kiss you?" Ishika inquired with completely no interest in her Reema's dream and kept writing her notes.

"Do not interrupt, listen to me quietly. He is my all time favorite. I was looking directly into his eyes. Everything was looking like a fairy tale. I could only see his eyes and his mesmerizing smile." Reema stopped.

"Then?" Ishika asked again in the same 'I don't care' way.

"Then he came closer. He hold my waist and pulled me toward himself. I was breathing hard, and my heart was almost about to explode and come out of my body. I then put my hand on his face, and..."

This time Ishika was pulled into the conversation and asked with enthusiasm which almost made her jump out of the chair, "and what?"

"His stubble hurt me. So I backed off."

"Holy crap. You didn't kiss him just because of the stubble?"

"Yeah, I hate that unclean stubble. I would never kiss anyone with such thing on his face. Even if its the Leonardo himself."

"You are impossible." Ishika laughed at her crazy room partner.

"Girls switch off the light. Time to sleep" shouted hostel warden.

They turned off the light and get down on their beds.

"Good night Reema, hope your Leonardo come with a clean shave tonight."

"Ooh he will, he promised." and they both laughed.

This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
Thanks for the tag Henna I'm accepting your's here. 
I would like to tag SIS,and Henna.

Sunday, 15 December 2013

Protest Against Smelly Stubble #4

*Alarm playing Good morning sunshine…*

Henry silent the alarm and got back to sleep.

*After 2 hours*

“Drat I’m late. I should better just take the shower. I’ll shave in the evening. ” Henry said to himself and jumped out of his cosy bed.

*After 20 minutes in shower, he came out, get dressed and walked out of his room.*

“Good morning guard uncle.” He shouted and waved his hand.

“Good morning beta, late? At-least you should have washed your face.” replied the guard.

Henry gave a disgust look and moved on.

“Good morning Miss Brown.” greeted Henry at the college entrance.

“I think someone forget to bath this morning.” Miss Brown smiled and waved her hand at Henry.

Now this time the statement surprised him. But he ran fast toward his class.

“May I come in sir?”

“Yes, only if you promise to bath and then attend my class tomorrow.” answered professor and everyone started laughing.

Henry came to his seat and asked his friends what is the matter with everyone. So they took his snap and showed it to him.

Henry threw his hands in disgust and folded them back like an innocent kid. “I hate my unclean stubble,I promise I’m never coming out of my room with this.”

This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
Thanks for the tag SIS. I'm acknowledging your's here.
I would like to tag SIS, Usha and Henna

Saturday, 14 December 2013

Protest Against Smelly Stubble #3

"Hey Lily, are you ready? Can I come to pick you up?" asked Mathew with a voice full of life and love. He was all set to go out with the girl of his dreams. 

"Just 5 more minutes, and then you can leave." answered Lily.

"Ooh, my princess is doing something special for me, right?"

"You will find out." Lily replied with a mixed giggle in his voice.

Mathew was on cloud nine. Finally everything is perfect. He came back in front of the mirror and adored his beard that he grew specially for this day. Lily's best friend told him that Lily likes mature guys. And somehow Mathew believed that he looks mature and sensitive with that stubble. 

After appreciating himself for next five minutes and fantasizing about the day they are going to spend together, he picked up the keys and drove his car to Lily's apartment.

“Hey darling”, he get off the car and hugged her.

“What is this smell?” Lily inquired.

“What smell?”

“This suffocating ones. Though not strong but its irritating me. Please get rid of this.”

“Baby lets go, you will feel better.”

“Wo woo, what’s this on your face? This beard? What the hell is this?”

“Baby I did this for you. I guess you like mature guys.”

“Yes I do, but mentally mature guy, not wild cave man. Who in this whole world goes on such date with something like this on their face?”

“Baby I’m sorry.”

“No way, I’m not going anywhere with you, it will be embarrassing. I’m going back.”

“No baby, come back, come back, please.”

And Mathew woke up at 3 in night. He ran to the washroom and get rid of that stupid stubble. And guess what his date went amazing.



This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
Thanks for the tag SIS. I'm acknowledging your here.
I would like to tag Mixi, Khushi, and Tanya

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Follow your heart, and fight your fears...!!!

The latest Stayfree's advertisement on television gives a very substantial message not just to all women, but to everyone who is living under a constant fear. Fear of any kind, related to your profession or regarding your protection, why we are living beneath such pressure all the time? "Why to tolerate anything just in the name of protection?"

If I can, then I will erase this line of control, which sometimes parents and sometimes society draw in between our dreams and us. Parents always ask us what do we want, to wear, to eat, or to play? But when it comes to choose our profession, on which our whole life relies, they want us to choose something that can offer us a protective future, no matter, if that future is completely suffocating. Just because of the fear that if we will follow our dreams we will not earn as much our neighbors will, we are forced to chose what we never imagined. Many of my friends dreamed of being something else, like a dress designer, a singer, or a director, but bind up being a software engineer, or an IT consultant. Yes they get a pretty handsome salary, but are they happy? No they are living under a constant fear that someday, they will lose their brains and will end up losing everything they have, cause they are not living their lives the way they dreamed.

This situation is even worse for girls. Parents wants them to top the class, but are not allowed to go to the best coaching in the city, cause it is far away from their homes. They are sent to study but are not allowed to work, cause its not safe to live in big cities. They are told that "we trust you", but are always accompanied by someone on shopping or to their friend's home. Why there is this constant fear that we are not safe around anywhere?

Until when, do we need to tolerate this? Why don't we speak up? Why don't we confess our dreams to our parents? Why girls just sit at homes after completing degree with excellent scores? Why can't I go for shopping without any fear and hang out with my friends without being stalk? Why can this society be free of this fear, that if their daughter is leaving home, she will be back in same state and will not be molested in between?

I want all this to change and I want it to start from this very moment. If anything I can change, I would love to ask everyone to follow their hearts and fight from the fear, cause only our heart knows the exact direction for a better life full of happiness and love. I want parents to understand what their kids want, if they want to be an artist, let them be. If you won't, you are cutting down his wings which would have led him to great heights. Let him write stories or poems, don't force him to write codes or data entries.

Let your daughters see this world with their own vision, on their own feet. Let them live their lives. And does your heart really wants to tie her like this? Ask your heart and follow it. Make her capable of protecting herself, not create a cage for her. I'm not saying nothing wrong can happen, if it has to, it could happen within your homes, but living with this fear and not letting her go out, will kill her soul, before anyone else could even touch her body. This is not the solution. Let her go out, let her fly. Let her follow her heart and fight this fear.

No one can stops the flight, if you dare,
Its your dream, you have to be the one who care;
If fear was able to cease your goals,
You will listen to your heart, make a holy swear...



Monday, 9 December 2013

Protest Against Smelly Stubble #2

It happened just a day before yesterday. My college friend asked me to accompany her to a beauty parlor. Though I had nothing to do at the parlor, but then I thought that I even didn't have anything to do at home, so I agreed. There she spent approximately ₹1000 and had every single extra hair on her body removed. Trust me guys it hurts hell a-lot. But this is not the point so lets move on. I asked her, whether there was something special coming up, and she replied with a blush that she was going on a dream date with her boyfriend. I was happy for her, so I wished her luck and said goodbye.

Today when I met her, she showed me some pictures from that special date. Obviously my friend was looking extremely gorgeous but her partner, uff..he was apathetic. He didn't even shaved and came with his lousy stubble which he thinks suits him very much. I asked her, did she like the way he came? She said, she loves him in every way and that was so sweet and stupid of her.

Guys, Its okay if you like stubble, and you find a girl who is crazily in love with you, but at-least be a gentle man, on a formal date like that. She had herself threaded and waxed and got rid of every single unwanted hair, and you came with a face that was only 40% visible. Come-on dude, you are a man, then act like one. So if you are reading this, then read carefully, my friend deserves much more. So on next date, when she dressed up like a princess, you should better be her prince. Try to rewrite Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, not Beauty and the Beast.



This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
Thanks for the tag SIS. This is my acceptance post. I would like to tag Nandini , Megha and SIS

Sunday, 8 December 2013

Protest Against Smelly Stubble #1

I always admired mature guys. I thought their ability to deal with situation like an adult makes them more attractive. But I was wrong with the idea of what makes them look mature. I used to thought stubble looks more manly and makes a man look more intellectual and artistic type, like a writer or a professor. But all this changed soon on my very first date.

He is the guy that every girl dreams of and I'm the one who have him. I used to love his stubby look, but on our first date, he came in a completely new avatar that made me fall in love with him even more deeply.

I was waiting for him at the restaurant, and there entered a guy, the most attractive persona I have ever seen. I neat and clean gentleman. He walked across all the tables, came and sat next to me. My eyes were glued and then he pinched me.

"Hello miss, where are you???"

It was none other than my love. I started laughing at my own madness. He asked a thousand times what made me blush so much that day, but I never told him.



But my delusion about stubble making a man look more mature and attractive changed that day. The time I said good night to him, I hugged him and smelled a very different fragrance which whispered in my ear "Yes, go for it" and I kissed him on his cheek and left him with a unforgettable blush and tickling.

So guys if you think that stubble looks good on you, then without it, you are great. Try it. Your partner will love it.

This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
Thanks for the tag SIS. I would like to tag back Someone Is Special.