check out the video awesome music ..wid sum great lyrics...from my favourite band ........jst feel it............

my life at bits

a movie made by me and my frenz at BITS .Its abt the life of a bitsian,its about u and its abt me........i hope u like it.....

the women of india, true india

i was just going through youtube and came across this video about the "women of india", supposedly the women of substance.(sounds so sarcastic)and then later in the day a few headlines about women exploitation just made me think where are we heading?????? HERE is the story

of women in rural India , the true India..

When she was born, the father was not happy. He wanted a boy. There were no celebrations. The mother understood, she knew the ways of the world. The mother took her baby girl under her wing and as soon as she learnt to talk, the mother started to teach her how to laugh softly, how to run lightly, how to speak with eyes and head bowed. In short, she was taught how to be a girl - a decent, household girl. She was never allowed to venture out, never allowed to play like the boys. But she adjusted.

Robbed of her childhood, she was also prohibited from continuing with her studies past matric because the father did not want the society to talk. That would bring disrespect to the whole family. From the age of seven, she was given regular cooking and cleaning tuitions. That is, she was taught how to be a good wife, a wife who would keep the dinner ready when her husband came home from a hard day at work, a wife who would follow every command of her husband’s without question. But she adjusted

She reached the age of fifteen and the father started looking for a suitable groom for her. Noone protested. She was taught to not protest, to listen and to follow every command issued by anyone wearing pants. The mother would have protested, had she the right to. All that the mother could do was pray, and arrange an excellent tea when the groom and his people visited. But she adjusted.

Then she was examined from every angle like a piece of furniture is examined for any damage at a store. She was asked to sing by her would-be mother-in-law. She was asked to display her work with the needle. She was asked to show her cooking. Even when everything was alright and she was beautiful, she was asked for dowry, else she could continue looking for someone else. But she adjusted.

Then came the wedding. Dowry was given, a lot of it. They should not have any complaints. She was to leave her mother and go to this alien household, to live with this man who was about 10 years older than her, and God knows what horrors he would unleash on her that night. All these made her cling onto her mother. But in the end, she went, she adjusted.

She utilised every lesson that she was taught by her mother at this new place, but never managed to please them. She cooked, she cleaned, she washed, she scrubbed, yet she was always the cause of their discomfort. She underwent the pain of giving birth. She raised the children lovingly, they were her only comfort, now that she was allowed no contact with her mother. She knew that her daughters would probably have the same fate, and so she taught them whatever her mother had taught her. She went on adjusting.

She is a mother, she is a sister, she is the friend,she is the soulmate, she is the one who gave you birth, she is the goddess, she is everything but then may be she is nothing ,but just one of the many unfortunate women of India

that face

Life is a journey through many terrain

From gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain

From an ocean of love to a jungle of hate

From Mountains of glory to canyons of fate. 

Certainly this  life is a journey, a journey on the path of emotions, a journey on the path of feelings,a journey from gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain,a journey from an ocean of love to a jungle of hate, a journey from mountains of glory to canyons of fate, a journey that's tough sumtimes , a journey that's fun at times.

And throughout this journey, we come across so many faces,so manyu differnt permutation and  combination of features................ some beautiful,  some ugly,  some mean ,, some so selfless,, some dark ,, some fair,,, some u love , some u hate and ssome u love to hate while some you hate to love........:)..

But there's always a face you keep saerching for, a face you wish to see,one perfect combination of feature that you could figure out even in the swarm of people,a face that becomes the motive, the epicenter  of your life. It makes all circles of your life complete.....

It may not always be the most beautiful face that you had ever come across but undoubtedly the face that seems yours ,the face you were always destined to meet., a face u could end up your life for.....

Its " the face".. the face you had always waited for......

It might be of someone  you always  knew, or may be of  someone you never knew,of someone who was so close, or may be of someone who was always out of reach,,of someone who was always there with you or even may be of someone who was always against you....

Its the face behind whom is the person who means life to you....Its the face that's the essence of your life, that completes your definition.........

You will always end up  meeting this face at some point of time in your life and mostly when you least expect to... . No matter how, when and where, you will always recognize this face..It 'll strike that chord in your heart,SET THAT SPARK,SUMTHING THAT WAS AMISS till then in your life...It wil change your world  and it will change you...

just dont let it go from your life. Treasure that face forever............................

I have found that face ........ and i hope you too do.................:)