Women are complex species….

Women are complex species…..

If you kiss her, you are not a gentleman
If you don’t, you are not a man
If you praise her, she thinks you are lying
If you don’t, you are good for nothing
If you agree to all her likes, you are a wimp
If you don’t, you are not understanding
If you visit her often,she thinks it is boring
If you don’t , she accuses you of double-crossing
If you are well dressed, she says you are a playboy
If you don’t , you are a dull boy
If you are jealous, she says it’s bad
If you don’t, she thinks you do not love her
If you attempt a romance, she says you didn’t respect her
If you don’t, she thinks you do not like her
If you are a minute late, she complains it’s hard to wait
If she is late, she says that’s a girl’s way
If you visit another man, you’re not putting in “quality time”
If she is visited by another woman, “Oh it’s natural, we are girls”
If you kiss her once in a while, she professes you are cold
If you kiss her often, she yells that you are taking advantage
If you stare at another woman, she accuses you of flirting
If she is stared by other men, she says that they a just admiring
If you talk, she wants you to listen
If you listen, she wants you to talk

In short :
So simple, yet so complex
So weak, yet so powerful
So confusing, yet so desirable
So damning, yet so wonderful……
….WOMEN !……..

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You don’t know it…

Today I stand in devastation just because of you…

I am lonely an alone because of you…

I kicked my happiness because of you…

I weep alone because of you…

You yell at you don’t know I can yell louder, I have God’s gift of a strong voice.

You hit me I can hit harder, I have natural strength in me.

For long years I have been waiting to see a change in you! But you never did!

Today I need to write and tell myself how unlucky I am, how battered and bruised I am.

My wounds will ask you the answers to the questions I never asked.

I repent my actions, of believing in you, trying to do everything for you.

And

You don’t know it…

Another year gone…

Today is the day, 36 years ago, at 6:45 am IST, I child was born. Me!

Today I sit and reflect on what all I have done…

I have done nothing, achieved nothing, except for some real good and lovable friends…

Yes this is my chosen family, my Friends.

Today I live so that I can help my friends in some way. Be remembered by them as a Helping Guy.

One who made some percent difference, and brought a smile on their faces…

Thank you all for being there…

Even if you forget me I will not… Never will I.

Love Vic

 

 

 

 

Truth – Measured

I keep on thinking, day in day out.

What is truth and who decides it?

Is it what I see, or what I say, or what I hear, or what I feel, or what I smell.

OR

Is what YOU see, or what YOU say, or what YOU hear, or what YOU feel, or what YOU smell.

You never saw through my eyes, my world was a heaven.

You never said the words I did, because your ego was hurt.

You never heard what I heard, the angels talking to us.

You ever felt what I felt, the warmth of a relationship.

You never did smell what I did, the fresh air, the raindrops falling on dust, the freshness of life.

I may never have been right, but also I was always not wrong.

I mended my ways for you.

I left my passion for you.

I have given up everything for you.

Can’t you just give up your ego?

The truth cannot be measured, its one’s own.

I wanted US to see the truth and not just me alone

Why I love winter…

While answering to a www.formspring.me question, “Which is the season that you like most?” I replied “Winter”. This question and the answer was posted on Twitter. I got an immediate response from Dawn (@BayBitch), which part. And the conversation went on for a good 10-15 responses exchanged between Dawn and me.

But…

I never told her or any one else why exactly I like winter.

Winter of all seasons is the cosiest one. You can cuddle yourself, (if not anybody else), be warm and feel how important nature’s warmth is. Feel the closeness to nature as here you are trying to feel the cold along with the warmth of what fate has given you.

But… here is the real thing.

I like, or say love women. I respect them with the bottom of my heart. All of my life I have been influenced by women, most importantly my mother. She told me, taught me how important women are in my life.

I have built:

1) Respect

2) Love

&

3) Admiration

for all the women in my life.

Back to winter.

I love to see fully clothed women. The best part is to thing about the hidden treasure. The only thing of fully covered woman that you can see is the face, more importantly the eyes.

I am eyes fan. I tend to read eyes and can find out what they say. Eyes speak one’s heart.

I respect the natural beauty of a woman. I don’t care about race, caste, creed, color, height, width when I see a woman. The first thing I lookout for the eyes. Are they saying something to me.

I love women in long in the traditional Indian Saree. I think the Saree is the sexiest garment a woman can wear. If worn correctly it can seem to make the woman manifolds sexier.

Madhuri Dixit in Saree Awesome

Liz Hurley in Saree Gorgeous

I like to see in long gowns, or dresses that are long and cling the woman.

Ok ok ok…

I am normal,

1) I like cleavages

2) I like long legs

3) I like nice shapely butts (one of the example from the many I like,  in Beck’s (@thinking2hard13) post Desire http://tinyurl.com/6bthsgl)

4) I love breasts

Not that I don’t like women in bikinis, some I do. But its just close to being nude. I love miniskirts on women, ok just some.

I like to search for the hidden treasure.

I love covered women the best specially in Saree, and that is what you can see in winter. Thank you GOD for giving me this season. The season of love.

Vic

Please don’t feel offended these are my thoughts, and you can disagree and ignore this. If you like it leave a comment.

Everybody’s Fool

Everybody’s Fool.

A Recap of 2010, and the arrival of 2011

With the start of the year 2011 I am here contemplating and having a recap of the year gone by. This was supposed to come on the new year’s eve last year, but I was forced to not to.

This post is definitely will give an insight into me. I have always been an open book, but to a scale. Not everything has been known about me. Today I think, and think, what’s there to hide about me and my life.

I was in Singapore at the start of the year 2010. Lovely place, a shopper’s paradise, good food., friendly people (some of them), and absolutely clean. I was working there. I was really very happy. There was no end to my happiness. Not just because I was working abroad, but in an environment that was conducive to workoholic like me.

Well I was there, and quite happy. Then it happened. I was joined by someone, in Singapore. All hell start breaking lose. I have nothing against the person, but somewhere, I have been hurt real bad. Mentally and Physically (I am not lying I never lie).

Still I wanted to do more things. More and more for that person. It never happened, not what I wanted to do, but the appreciation, the respect that I deserved.

Suddenly I realised I am focusing too much on other things than myself. I am losing myself to something that doesn’t deserve. Till today I am sad, because many of the things that I loved to do or loved are not there with.

I loved:

1. My Parents: Not there with me
2. Loved music playing guitar: Lost touch, have nothing
3. Loved venturing into nature: Now all I see is the trees at the roadside, few of the ones that are remaining
4. My Friends: I hardly ever meet them or talk to them.
5. Sports: I used to play soccer, cricket and field hockey, today I cant even think about it.
6. Staying fit. At one point in time I was a huge muscular guy, 20 inch biceps are something I think are good enough. Today my biceps hardly measure 6-8 inches. I was a fit man, today, I am not even close to being fit.

Back to 2010.

I came back to India in June 2010. While coming also, I made sure that I shop enough for the person. Because I love to do this all the time. For anyone and everyone.

From Mid-June ’10 to Mid-October ’10  I was jobless, workless, and truly speaking I didn’t want to do what I did best “Work”. I loved to help people.

I had gone to Singapore, not just for money, but to regain self-respect, my conscience, MYSELF. It never happened.

I prayed hard, and also fought hard, with God, why me? Why always me?

The four months that I spent doing nothing was the hardest time for me. I cannot ever be idle. I always want to work, not just to make money but to make myself light. I am giver and don’t like to take.

Then my Godfather (work wise), offered me a job again. It was so delightful, because he made me the professional I am today. I am indebted to him too much. He has helped me through my baby steps in my career to now definitive, confident steps that I take.

To add to the woes, the week of Christmas, I was sick terribly. So much so that I would have died if I was a day late to the hospital. Today I think why did I go so early. Why does God want me to live, for what, what is the purpose?

Today I work on 1/6th of my initial salary, but my happiness knows no bounds. I have never been so happy because I am back to work again.

For 2011 I have not made any resolutions, but made some promises to myself (not really promises, some goals).

1. I want to have my body in shape the huge one I was. I no longer care whatever other people have to say
2. I want to work forever, till I die.
3. I want regain my apetite for good food.
4. I want regain my hunger for music and art.
5. I want to meet 3-4 wonderful people who have been so effective on me, whom I have met only through Twitter.

My life is indebted to God.  Its best somethings are under wraps.

Thank you for bringing back the life in me, else my soul was already dead, just the body was breathing.

Love

Vic

Happy New Year 2011

Happy New Year 2011 from Vic

Wish you all a Very Happy New Year 2011.

May this day bring in new infusions, of blessings, love, health, prosperity, fame as well as ample humbleness, kindness, and selflessness.

May every day of your life from now on be a beginning of all the good things you wanted to do all the time.

God Bless You

Lots of Love and Best Wishes

Vic

It wouldn’t be New Year’s if I didn’t have regrets.  ~William Thomas

The Journey… together…

One of my friend, good friend, loving friend, possibly one of the closest, said “you can be part of all my journeys”. Seems exciting isnt it… for me too.

Then the thoughts started running, through my mind. Actually speeding.

What are the journeys a man and woman have to be part of together?

Many… too many.

Its not just about being together, its much more than that it is about living together, not in the so-called “live-in” sense.

The journey gets complex at different stages.

When you are just friends, you tend to be more free with each other. Whether a man or woman, you have the ability to convince her or him at every stage of the association. Its such a wonderful period.

Once from friends, you turn into closest friends (by that I mean really close, the stage from friends to lovers), you tend to share your intimate feelings, which moving towards mental and physical closeness. Feels good right.

As lovers it turns into a commitment. A commitment to be together.

As a married couple it gets intense, and better and better, but… but…

Here is Caveat

Nothing is as smooth and simple as it seems… its never all that rosy unless the two involved are committed to themselves.

As friends life is always good as there is no commitment actually there is but very less.

Being close friends, if the head is on the shoulders, its all good and nice else. Suddenly you have heads turning for every action you do. Every look that you put on another man or woman. The questions are there but not so forceful. This is where the comfort zone of the couple is challenged. If it doesnt happen, well and good, you are safe.

As lovers if things are right everything is right. This is a stage where each individual demands something. Whether it is mental attention, personal, physical, monetory everything that is part of marraige. Just that there is no marriage at this stage. The only spike that can go through this relationship is no trust, suspicion, everything that makes you think bad about your man or woman. Well only women dont crib, men do it and do it strongly. Personal Experience, not mine though.

Marriage (*phew wipe sweat in the cold winter month*)

Well different people have different perspectives. Experience counts. Marriage is a combination of all that you can expect from a person. You want him or her to be your friend, best friend, and lover. The biggest problem in this relationship is lack of attention and trust.

It gets worse when you try to do everything you can, and still you are toldyou are short of something. Worse is if you are made the “criminal” of all offences such as you didnt clean the plate properly, you didnt keep the phone in the drawer, you have time for work but no time for me. The list is long. I know many of you have had a very good experience, and I say it was your GOOD LUCK. Well truly.

I have dreamt a lot about moving on journey, that is peaceful, with a woman who I can say I am a friend of, close friend of, lover of…

I stop and think that it will never happen. My Ideology is different, that of live and let live. Breathe and let breathe.

The journey must be completed, now it is somehow.

Friend which journey would you want to be a part of?

Vic

The Dream~ The Girl I love

The Dream I saw

I dreamt about it last night
The thoughts were unclear
She was there walking past me

Long beautiful hair
a smile to die for
all I could see was her smile
the one that I always longed for

She had all the grace I had ever wanted
all the love I had ever wanted
all the beauty I had ever wished
all the silence I had ever heard

The girl of my dreams
was there just next to me
Waiting for her to say something
To me

Was it more to ask
Was it easy to ask
After all it was just a dream
I dreamt and all was gone
With a slight hint from life
Wake up its was just a dream

Never thought
It would hurt so much
To see the girl I love
To be just a Dream

~

Vic