Darlings Of Venus

THE MEN IN MY LIFE

2012-02-24T00:33:00.002+05:30

THANKS TO THE MEN IN MY LIFE

You who held me in your arms when I was weak

And held my hand while traversing tough paths

Then when time came

Releasing me to take my own way

Still following and protecting me from behind

Thank you DAD for being the first man in my life.

You who led me through the right way

For being my idol

For all the little secrets we share.

Thank you BRO for being my first friend.

And now thanks to those who form an important part of my life

“Thank you” is just a little word for everything you did forme

The ones who took care of me after I left home

Letting me talk non-stop, silly pakofyingstuff, all the PJ’s

The one who told me that it’s fine if I don’t knoweverything

No one expects me to.

And to do what I really enjoyed

And not compare with others

The one who made me realise that I don’t own all of theworld’s problems

That there’s nothing wrong in crying when I am upset

And the ones who are always ready to solve my problems

The one who knows all my secrets and keeps them safely

And cheers me up when I am upset

And makes me believe that I can travel my path alone.

Those who believe in me

And made me feel special

All of you who made me feel wanted by valuing my opinions

And respecting my decisions

My dearest friend

Remember all the non-stop nonsense we talk about

For making me smile when no one else could

And the ‘ONE’

Thanks for teaching me the meaning of LOVE

You came, made me smile, laugh, cry

And then went away

Leaving behind your memories

Which gives me the strength to move ahead

THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING A PART OF ME AND MY LIFE

FOR BEING A FAMILY, A FATHER, A BROTHER, A FRIEND AND COMPANION

FOR DEFINING ME AND MAKING ME WHO I AM

Dear menKIND

2012-02-23T20:04:00.002+05:30

I know you have been bashed by us on several occasions in blogworld and we women have commented to keep that ire ignited :P You have been condemned ,for all the wrong you do, more often than been praised for the kind gestures. Today I want to thank all the wonderful men in my life (in no particular order)

Thank you for running behind me holding the seat of my bicycle so that I don't fall balancing it.
Just because I saw the ad of the new "Hide and Seek" (which was not even distributed in shops then) and I craved it badly, you went from shop to shop every day after work until you finally found it!
You lost your temper more on me than on anyone else. But I am also the only one who can get anything from you. I got your spontaneous generosity and my outburst I inherited from you.

Thank you for forgiving me for being selfish. When I don't have enough patience to wait for you to eat that chocolate lying alone in the fridge ;).
Thank you for always lending me your things and letting me have it if I forget to return them :P.
For the novels you let me buy from your saved pocket money.
For obeying my word above everybody else.

Thank you for putting up with my outbursts. Bless your soul, you are the receiving end most of the time :*
For the random things you say that keep me smiling all day.
For listening to my dukh bhari kahani and my silly ideas. For the stupid jokes we shared.
For that precious time you steal from the day for me :)
For being the only one I can't think of what else to thank for :D :D Because everything seems so natural with you :D

Thank you for letting me do all the crazy stuff in the lab :D
For sometimes doing even my part of the experiment ;)
For leaving your work and coming to help when you see I m struggling with something.
For all the last moment jhols we do while submission.

Thank you for not loosing patience with me when I do not write enough. (FL this is you :P )
For lightening my mood (although you don't know that)

Thank you for leaving your seat in the bus so that I don't stand in a bus packed with men ( that random guy in the bus)

The list goes long but for now I will stop here :D

Big Bite !

2012-02-22T23:00:00.000+05:30

She was being watched for long now.

She has been eating her food peacefully and talking about all the world stuff and he was being a patient listener.

Or rather, was simply watching her speak or thinking about something.

From food to studies, from relatives to relations, everything was being discussed.

She ain't too much of a talkative person but right now, she was speaker and he was listener.

The food was good.

She was having her favorite food and he was having his.

T.V. was being glanced at by him from time to time in between their conversation.

"Hmmm....", that was all that was being given as a response to her talks.

And a move was made by him.

She was offered a piece of Naan from his Thali.

She was speaking about something when in the middle of everything, his hand grabbed a piece of Naan, dipped it in Daal and was brought to her mouth.

They were sitting facing each other on the table.

She smilingly ate from his hands, though with some difficulty.

She had t open a big mouth for that offered bite.

Some Daal was stamped on her face while the bite was offered to her.

She mananged to eat the whole in one go.

And after she finished eating, did she notice the daal on her face.

"I made you eat a big byte na", he said thoughtfully, seeing her cleaning her face.

The thought with which such a big bite was offered to her was what made her smile along with the innocent question, the thoughtful thought that he should have made her eat a small bite and not such a big bite was cute enough for it to be a blog post.

Smita

Shoe Laces and The Men in my Life

2012-02-18T00:12:00.000+05:30

[From:http://findingsun.wordpress.com/tag/hearts/]

My shoelaces are undone
Cried the little girl
The school bus is at the stop
And I have got to rush
Putting away his news paper
He placed her on his lap
Let me tie them for you
Lest you slip and fall

Little Brother don't run,
Your shoe laces are undone
I can tie it for you
Or ask Daddy to come
Don't trip on shoe laces
And hurt your little knees.
My dear sweet brother,
That is just not fun.

Your shoe lace has a double knot
And your fingers are cold
Let me untie them for you
And help your cold feet warm
A smile she gave that said more
than a thousand words could say
As his hands moved up her feet
In such a loving way

Little one, come to me
Your shoe lace is undone,
Let me tie them for you
Lest you slip and fall
With a mischievous smile he runs away
Asking me to chase
Thud, Thud, I rush to see
And take him off with me.

PS: Just a unique way to thank the men in my life (Dad , Brother , Hubby and Son).
Belated Valentine's Day Wishes, Darlings!

the Men in my Life.

2012-02-13T22:28:00.001+05:30

The first thing that comes in every girl’s mind after reading the title of this post is her father obviously. He’s the first man we see when we come in this world. He’s the first person whose hand we hold and learn to walk, whose words we listen to and learn to talk, whose actions we observe and learn to act, whose arms we feel comfortable in. He’s the one from whose hands we like to eat, we like to get beating, we like to receive gifts and we like to receive love. He’s our world, our everything. He’s the man in every girl’s life till the day she meets that someone special. That someone special around whom she just have to be her natural self. And this post is for him :)

I love my father. Till date, he has been the man in my life. I have always looked up-to him for being what I am today. The rules, the principles of life, being honest, truthful, hardworking, these are few qualities I have learnt from him. But then, every girl someday finds somebody whom she places next to him in her life. And this is all about this guy. Reason for presenting him such a valuable position, not many men will make you smile your real smile, and the one who do makes you do this, is the man of your life.

It’s been my biggest mistake to meet him so late in my life. I don’t know what life would have been, had we met earlier but one thing I can assure is, life would have been much more beautiful, had I met him earlier. Though It’s more beautiful than my imagination now even. All thanks to you A ( Hope you won’t mind me writing this all ).

Not many will make you think how beautiful you are, but he did.

Not many will make you believe in yourself, but he did.

Not many will do things out of the box for you, but you did.

Not many will think about you, but he did.

Not many will make you feel good about your presence, but you did.

Thanks for everything A :)

You might have not realized it, but you did and still do a lot many things which have a great impact on my life, for the good of-course. There are a lot many little things you do, that I love. And this is all about that :)

The way you make me cross the road, holding hands like a toddler, is what I like. The way you say my name and blogger, is what I like. All your appreciation for my writings, I still have them all J The way you make plans for our meetings, the way you get scared when our plans execution seems to be hard, is cute. The way you protect me on the road from vehicles is nice. The way you think a lot about me, see my pictures, comment on them and then tell me all about it, is just so naïve about you but is all loveable. The way you keep on looking at me, from the corner of your eyes, with me not even looking at you, is adorable. The expressions you give, when my face is held in your hands, that look in your eyes when you do so, is simply unexplainable here. All the words you speak to me, I remember them all. The thought with which I am made to eat the first bite of your food, is something that can’t be expressed here. It’s something that can only be felt and can’t be written. Everything that you have done till now, all those gifts, talks, messages, everything, everything is simply so beautiful :)

All the movies, places, gardens, market areas that we have visited, I remember them all. All the places where we ate and where we spent quality time, I remember it all. All the journeys,car, auto, bus, train, flight, all the gifts, everything that we have done, I remember it all. AND I LOVE THEM ALL. And the best, was the birthday celebration :)

I had thought of this to be a long post but I am sorry, am unable to write anymore than this. How can I express all those beautiful moments spent with you, all those memorable things done with you, all those happy moments gifted to me by you in a mere blog post. I just can’t and hence I am ending it here. You know it, it’s sometimes hard for her also to speak via her writings and this is one of those times !

Thank you A for everything :)

Thank you, and I mean it from the core of my heart.

Happy Valentine's Day Baby :)

Hunks and Me :P

2012-02-13T14:49:00.000+05:30

Ahem Ahem...

hullo dahlings...long time.... Anyway, am back! (always a privilege being the only guy in an all-girls-blog)

Maithili always manages to find discussions that are always girl oriented. And I had enough of it. So here's my post of *drumroll* 'the men in my life'

And noooo, I won't be talking of my superhero dad or wonderman 'grand-dad' or my-ball-scratching-neighbour. Its time to talk about those MEN in my life...who err...are special...for good or worse, I'll remember them...and love/hate/curse them.

1. Abhijit

One of the oldest school buddies. You can call him my langotiya yaar, since I remember him from the time we used to wear shorts to school and a water bottle around our necks. He was a bully... well no, his huge girth made him look like a bully but then he was too silent and inside that huge body of his was a thousand teddy bears. But then at the age of 13-14, I was one of the most accomplished rule-breaker and hence, Abby was the butt of my jokes and limitless pranks.

Oh he fought back. Almost shoved a fork inside me and threw the teacher's chair straight at me, but because I watched Matrix, I was able to escape certain disfigurement. But we were good friends even then. After the blood frenzy stopped, we used to steal tiffin boxes and teased the girls.

Now he's in the United Kingdom, an avid Liverpool fan and we never stop insulting each other's football clubs over twitter whenever we get the chance. I miss that huge giant. I really do :(

2. Manas

Manas (M.J) Goswami, he looks like a foreigner, with his light colored hair and over 6'2" height, he's one of my best friend. And we're like :

"dude, when you coming back...am frigging lonely..."
"err...whattt??"
"I mean am frigging home alone, you ass"
"err...whaaaaaaaaat???"
"jerk...you know what i mean...i need someone to make this life exciting"
"whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt...ok lol lol..I will be there soon..make some plans, call whoever is in town..."

And then we meet in the evening...have momos, smoke and after 15 minutes...

"dude, wtf are we doing here like gay couples?"
"you called me ass...i had nothing to do at home anyway'

another 5 minutes later,

"isn't there anyone else in this city other than me and you?? where the the girls??"
"no idea...let's go anyway...we'll meet tomorrow again"
"yep..gimme a call"

And the whole thing lasted 30 minutes...

The funny thing is we do not need to stay in touch all the time...guys rarely do that...but I can count on him to have my back anytime. Our girls even made us promise not to share anything personal with the girls with each other. That actually helps since right now he's committed to one of my sister and I'd rather not know how he manages his hormones.

3. Vickram

Now that's my cousin bro...the one with whom I live nowadays (along with 2 other girls...but that's not the issue here)

He's the one who has problems being a gay...well he's not actually gay..he just waxes his body and wears pink t-shirts that makes his girlfriend mad. But other than that, he's super fun (when he is not behaving like a girl)

Hmm...who else?

Oh yes, a certain 70 year old maths teacher that gave me the thrashing of a lifetime when he came to knew that I put a stray dog inside his brand new car when he just gave me 1/40 in a maths test.

Another certain Chemistry teacher, who made me sit in the first bench every frigging day since I used to keep chatting with this certain girl (another of my fav sister) and he was uncomfortable with the fact that she might pay me more attention than him. Yeah, i guess he was into kids.

A certain guy in a shopping mall who hit on me because he thought i was gay!! I mean c'mon! Am i not supposed to tie my long hair and wear skinny jeans? I've a flat ass for God's sake!

Oh well, I guess these are the ones I will never forget. There are lot of other guys and double of girls, but its time to wrap up this post.

P.S| I will post a recipe soon (this will be a veggie recipe, so you may not kill me)

Have I grown up?

2012-02-12T22:34:00.000+05:30

I still love Tom & Jerry and would prefer watching it over anything else. :D

I still love animation flicks more than any other movie, even if the latter is by far the most popular one ever filmed.

I still wish I could get those soap solution used to blow bubbles and then go open-mouthed over how beautiful the bubbles were. :)

I still go head over heels in love with Calvin and Hobbes. :)

I still cry and crib if someone doesn't let me have that thing which I want so much.

I would still gladly exchange my blanket for my mom's saree.

I still search for Young World at my office pantry before The Deccan Chronicle or Times of India.

I still strain my eyes to read that kitty corner at the end of Heathcliff comic strip.

I still get excited over getting a new pen and notebook.

I still love Cerelac's/Farex's yummy taste and wish that I could eat it without people calling me crazy.

I still love to go to parks and sit on swings (I have never had the inspiration to swing high though, even as a child. I just wanted to sit on the swings and gently rock back and forth)

I still love that orange candy we used to get for 25p and wish that the local stores would sell that.

I still love lollipops and will happily suck on one while walking down the road, without giving a damn to what others will think of me.

I still hold my big bro's little finger while we walk down a lane. (And I am glad that he lets me do so :) )

I would still gladly give up a bike ride to have a breezy cycle ride down a lane.

I still go Wheeeeeeee over bubble wrap and don't rest until I popped out every one of the bubbles. :)

I still look up at the sky to try to figure out a constellation that I learned in 3rd grade. (No success till now, though :( )

I still love to dream than to wake up.

Have I grown up? What do you think? Is it just me?

Until later,

Keirthana :)

The Inseperables..!!!

2012-02-11T22:12:00.001+05:30

She sat on the stairs of her college, her hair flying in all the directions. Her cheeks pale because of the winter breeze. Tightly wrapped in a sweater and a jacket above it, muffler around her neck, a pair of gloves protecting her sensitive fingers. She sat there since the past half an hour, reading her current novel. Occasionally looking up to say hie and hello to her friends and aquaintances. They all knew she was waiting there for him. He was always late. She checked her watch and again patiently looked in the direction from where he'll come running and panting, saying sorry for a zillionth time, and then smiling, the smile she could wait for her entire life to see. Yes, it was that smile that made her wait so patiently for him always.

They were best friends. Inseperable for the last 3 years. She secretly crushed on him and he crushed on every single girl in college except her! But he knew he couldnt live without her. The days when he broke off with some girl or had a new crush or took a new girl to date, he would tell her everything in detail... details no girl could handle but she did! She listened to them all, patiently, laughing all the time, not to hide her own feelings, but because they were so hilarious! She was the only thing constant in his life during all these years. She too was happy with just that. The fact that he called her up even at 4 o'clock, just to say he missed her! They truely were inseperables. Almost married to each other in a way no-one could understand.

She spend more time at his place rather than her own. She was the one who trusted him and sat besides him when he learned driving and ventured out on the main road for the first time. The rear seat of his bike belonged to her. It was an unspoken rule no one could break. He planned surprises for her birthdays. She had her first sip of beer with him when she turned 18! She had her first drag of hukkah with him on her 19th birthday. She shopped for him whenever she went shopping and it worked vice-versa. She knew better than him about his choices and he knew hers. She learned biking with him and came to him in the wee hours when she first scrapped her knees and broke the head-light of her bike. They both had had a hearty laugh over it with cups of chai in their hand.

During vaccations, his house was her home. She ate there, studied there, slept there. Watched movies, played games, went out on long rides and afternoon drives with him. He was her friend, best friend, brother, enemy, crush... all in one! If she was a social animal, he was a social monster! He had ten times more friends than hers and ended up talking to almost every second guy on the street. He was always late for movies. At first, she waited for him outside the theatre, but then, soon realized it was a bad idea, and went to watch the movie all alone, he always joined her after the first 10-15 minutes with the same smile on his face, and she couldnt be angry anymore!

He was the hunk of her life... the ultimate hunk in her eyes! Yes, she told him that often and he couldnt stop blushing. He complimented her by calling her 'moti'! Yeahh, she was stick thin then, and would jump happily when she heard him calling her 'moti'! :P She sat listening to him sing for hours. He wasnt a good singer but enjoyed singing and had a great voice! Sometimes, when in the mood, she would even dance while he sang and then dance with him! Starting from ball dance, waltz, salsa, to even baraati dance! He was not as great dancer as her but was a quick learner and complimented her perfectly! Almost all their friends, except the close ones thought they were dating, she just gave them a smile when asked about it. He took the pain to clarify their misunderstandings.... but the misunderstandings and questions never ceased...so he too gave up!

Eventually, she fell for other guys, and he for other gals as usual. She felt jealous everytime he got serious in a relationship and spend less time with her, and he felt insecure everytime she fell for a guy and couldnt stop raving about him and gave him less attention!

But today, after 3 years, he still is her friend, best friend, brother, enemy, crush... all in one package! They both fall on each other in times of need and support and love. They both know, there is this one person on earth whom they can wake even at 4 am just to say, I miss you so much! I miss our old days!!... or just hug and cry for hours without giving the other person a reason!... or just go and sit infront of the other without saying a word and everything is understood!!

P.S. - Before anyone asks me, yes, the girl here is me and the boy is my bestfriend cum brother cum lover! And he is one of the few 'men' I have in my life...and will always have!!

New topic for discussion..

2012-02-09T10:19:00.001+05:30

Hey Darlings,
There was no topic for discussion last month as many of the Darlings were on a blogging break and the entries for the last discussion were very few. Now that I see many of you returning to blogworld I feel its time for the next discussion.
Keeping in view that it is the month of love and Valentine's is only a few days away, the topic has been decided to pamper and cherish the men in our lives..
The topic is - The men in my life..
It does not have to be only your better half. It could be about your dad, your brother, male friend or any random male you would like to talk of.
Once again I would like to speak out the rules.
1) No more than 2 posts allowed within 24 hours. If you see that there have already been 2 posts, then please schedule your post or mail it to us on darlingsofvenus@gmail.com and we will put it up at the right time. It is only to give proper exposure to each post.

2) Once again poetry and fiction allowed. But I would advise you to use minimum fiction.

3) You have the option of posting anonymously by just mailing the post to us at darlingsofvenus@gmail.com

4) Female readers who are not yet a part of DOV authors are welcome to post a guest post on the same topic.

5) Label your post as "Your name" "Discussion 4" and any other label you feel apt.

I request you all to participate in this discussion and make it a success. Spread the love..

Chicken-Soup-For-The-Indian-Woman-Type Post

2012-02-06T19:47:00.000+05:30

This one is for you Stixsu;

I hope the dedication makes you smile, even if the post doesn't.

I decided a long time ago that I won't write a blog post that is about any incidents that happen in my life unless they are funny, simply for the reason that they happen to every one else too and me harping about it will not make it any more interesting to readers. But this, I had to.

I was in bed happily experimenting with the new music app I got, when she got onto my (upper bunk) bed and flopped down next to me, facedown. She used to do that when she was upset (I'm her personal hotchocolate+rockyroad+guybashing specialist) but for the past few months she has been coming 'upstairs' just to visit.
(This is hostel culture for the uninitiated. Our bunks are our personal spaces, much like our homes which others can 'visit')

So I assumed that she was visiting and banged my head on in time to Pink's screaming until I heard sniffling. My heart almost stopped on hearing that bunny-like sound for she is very dear to me and I hate seeing her cry or get hurt, especially since she's a gentle soul.

I hugged her close and said all the right things just to make her stop after which the story slowly came out. She confided one of her deepest, darkest secrets, a demon that is still plaguing her, with one of her closest guy friends (my classmate, as well) who, typically, behaved like a jerk about it and was insensitive.

She put herself out there because she trusted him and made herself vulnerable. And got hurt in a way that is not going to go away soon. For every time she thinks of her friend, it will be this hurt that surfaces rather than all the happy memories they have had together.

That is one friendship shot to hell and flushed down the drain.

My point here is that, don't make yourself vulnerable to anybody except those two people in your life who are 'Your People'. It could be your bff and your sibling, it could be two of your childhood friends, it could be your mother and your father, it could be your mother and that guy you have decided to spend the rest of your life with... it could be anybody. The only qualification is that they shouldn't judge you for anything and they should know you better than you know yourself.

Because at the end of the day, everyone else cares about only themselves first and they don't care how bad you get hurt. They might feel bad about being the reason, but that's the extent of it. And you all know how badly hurt can hurt na, I don't need to explain how it feels inside when you just want to curl up into a ball and fade away into oblivion just because someone hurt you. We have all been there.

Put yourself out only when you're sure that the other person understands what it takes to do that and how much it takes out of you. Don't confide fears, insecurities, dreams and hopes to people who don't care what happens to you either way. Don't place your trust in people who value it.

Protect yourself, your fragile psyche.
For very few, very, very few are worth getting hurt over.

P.S: I might be biased by my own experiences, the world might be slightly brighter than how I choose to see it but only slightly.

Slap-Rose-Surprise !

2012-02-05T22:02:00.002+05:30

“Today is your birthday?”, the lady asked inspecting her bag.

She gave her a puzzled look and replied, ”No”.

“Am not wearing birthday clothes, nor do I have a birthday card or some fancy gifts with me to make someone ask this question. Then why did she ask so?”, she thought to herself while the security lady was busy inspecting things in her bag.

“Okay”,

she got the answer and hence smiled and so did he!

The lovely red roses bouquet in her hand-bag made it look like as if it was her birthday to the lady at the red fort security check!

But it was not a gesture on anybody’s birthday. It was a token of sorry for someone by someone for something that had occur the previous day and had led to some anger and fight but the outcome of which was as lovely as the flowers!

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

“Hey, ask the aunty standing there to leave na”, the question popped up by him in the middle of a conversation was absurd! Moreover, him having a problem with a lady standing there and watching them came as a surprise to her.

“What ...Who aunty…”, she looked around to see a 50 year old woman standing few steps away from them and hearing their conversation while waiting.

“Why you have a problem with her.”, she giggled. He didn’t find it funny though!

“Ask her to leave na”, he sounded irritated with the lady’s presence there now.

“Arre…she will go na”. And after a minute, she did leave.

“Yeaaa…aunty has gone”, he was more than overjoyed to see the lady leaving with his son and daughter and law.

“Close your eyes”, he said.

“Wh…….. What! …No! “, she literally screamed at him.

“Arree, close your eyes na!”, he insisted again.

“No…Why..? Why should I close my eyes?”, she asked.

They had been sitting at the metro station for some few minutes now. She wanted to leave for their destination as soon as possible but he wanted to sit there for some time. Clever he! He was making the mood to present something!

“Please do it na”, he yelled!

“Arree…But why?”, she looked in no mood to do that!

“Just do it!”, he yelled again.

And before she could open her mouth again came the order,” You too made me do this once, remember? Now do as I say”, he said blackmailing her!

Tit for Tat! She had to close her eyes unwillingly!

Though she love surprises but she wasn’t expecting one today in the least!

She closed her eyes while he struggled with something in his bag! She heard the noise of some polythene bags moving!

“A gift! No”,she thought in her mind.

Though a smile came on her face just with the thought that she was about to be presented something but she kept on saying “I am not gonna accept anything”.

He kept quiet, still struggling in his bag!

She kept on repeating the same lines, ”What is it? I am telling you. I am not gonna accept anything. I don’t need anything!”, but who would listen!
Him, Not in the least!

Some 30 seconds had passed and now it was really hard for her to keep her eyes shut anymore. The impatient girl had to cover her eyes with her hands.

“Don’t cheat”, came his words, mixed with some plastic bag’s noise.

“Am not cheating . Please hurry up na”, came her baby voice.

Surprises are her favorite!

“Alright.”

“Open your eyes”, and there he was standing there, smiling, with a bouquet of red roses in his hands for her.

“Oh God! You are maddddd!!!!”,she said smilingly.

He just kept smiling and standing there.

“God!!! You are totally mad!”, and she pulled the bouquet towards her.

“Why did you bring this! Why? You are maddd!!!”.

She kept calling him mad the whole time and alongside not only she had accepted it but was totally overwhelmed by this lovely surprise. Not even in the wildest dream she had ever thought that one day she would be presented such lovely flowers by him.

She kept smiling, looking at the beautiful red roses, and kept complaining, ”Why did you bring this? You are mad!”. Her usual act of not enjoying the moment but to keep shouting at him for the good that he do!

“You were angry na”, came the baby reply.

She looked at him and smiled.

“What to say to this guy! He will do what he wishes to! And more or less I too love it!”, she thought in her mind.

Red roses made her happy, more than anything can ever make!

The movement of the fingers on the wet red petals is what she loves. The fresh scent of the flowers, the beauty of white and red mixed and wrapped together, the thought with which it was presented is what made it all so beautiful for her. She was more than happy to receive and more than sad to keep complaining about it.

“But I wasn’t angry.”, she said,

not even moving her eyes from the flowers.

“You were. You said so, yesterday evening only.”, he said.

“But then I said later that I wasn’t na. I agree I was mad at you in the afternoon and in the evening too but then later I was okay. I told you too na. So you didn’t have to bring flowers.”, she again complained.

“It’s okay na. You are happy na, that’s what matters.”, he replied.

“But still. You didn’t have to do this all. You are mad, totally mad”, she kept complaining while enjoying the fact that she got such a lovely surprise to remember forever!

She was complaining but was more than obliged to keep the bouquet.

“Thank you so much”, she smiled.

He smiled back.

“But still you didn’t have to do this”, they laughed and left for their destination.

The whole metro journey kept going on the questionnaire between them with only one question and one answer to it.

“Why did you bring the flowers”, being her question and “Because you were angry” being his reply.

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Thrash!

“O..h….”, her face turned to the other side after the sudden imprint of slap on her face.

She was talking or rather enjoying the funny site of him sliding up and down the chain of the sweater of the other friend of theirs standing with them. And in the middle of conversation came a slap on her face by him. She did smile but was taken aback by this sudden action of his!

She didn’t mind him slapping her as this hadn’t happened for the first time but the intensity was much more this time and this has been happening since few days now. She was not angry for being slapped but him not realizing that he had slapped her hard did irritate her to the extent of being angry.

She left the place and he wasn’t coming to see her off at the gate but the call of the other friend of theirs to him made him come.

It was all settled now. She was happy for being presented the flowers and he was happy that she accepted the flowers. But the whole metro journey the thought that why he brought the flowers, kept bugging her as she was angry on him in the first but later on her anger had eventually subsided down later at night. But then if a slap can bring such lovely surprises then she and her cheeks really don’t have a problem!

Smita

Inspiring DOV!

2012-02-05T12:18:00.000+05:30

Darlings of Venus has come a long, long way since its start. We've grown from a mere 7 followers (or the 'core members' as Maithili likes to say!) to having over a hundred followers. And that is a huge deal.

Off-late, everybody seems to be busy, lacking inspiration and ideas for the blog.

I was wondering what we could do about it and found myself browsing through the initial posts on the blog. The excitement on the first day of posting on this blog, and wondering who the other co-authors were (I wasn't following many of them so I din't know anybody except one or two!), and what they were going to post.

One post that really touched my heart back then, has managed to do so even now. That one post, reminded me of the original reason why we all got together in this little space. Why we wanted an all-girl blog and what was so special about it. Since we have many new readers/contributors on board now, am hoping this inspires you all to make this blog see brighter days.. again!

(Some of you might have read it already, but no harm in reading it again.. because this one's a gem!)

Once upon a time, Mom went into labor. Yeah, that’s where it all starts, doesn’t it? (This is the part after the Happily-Ever-After, the one they seldom show)
After quite some time of panicking, huffing & puffing, screaming, several glasses of ice-chips and hours of birthing that tested her threshold of pain, out popped an itsy-bitsy baby.

‘It’s a girl!’ cried the Doctor. Mom was just happy it was a healthy baby and Dad couldn’t speak for the emotion choked his throat up. Inside, they both questioned their parenting abilities while vowing to bring her up her like the princess she was.

Dad looked at his two girls, proud beyond words can explain. His little nest was complete now. His love had borne fruit.
Mom didn’t mind that she, for the first time since they fell in love, didn’t have her handsome husband’s undivided attention; he was philandering it all on the little miracle that she’d borne. She didn’t mind at all.

They went home.

Her first smile had them on their knees, her cry had them scampering for solutions. They recorded her every movement, reveled in the length of her pretty eyelashes, rejoiced in her deep dimple and knew she had them both twisted around her little finger.

Mom had to fight her own tears when she cried on the first day of school. She went an hour early to pick her baby up just because she couldn’t wait any longer. She worried so much; what if she gets hungry, what of some kid pinches her, what if… Nobody knew her baby like she did.
Dad’s heart almost broke when she came back from the bicycle ride with a scraped knee. While he whispered comforts into her ear and rocked her to sleep on his chest, he wondered how he’d deal with a broken heart, God forbid.

She grew in leaps and bounds.

Mom had conversations with her. Told her about the birds and bees and all in between all the while wondering if her little princess had grown old enough to have The Talk with. She still seemed too young, a mere child.
Dad watched her from afar, playing the disciplinarian and refusing to let her go for the ten day class trip to Goa. He didn’t budge; not to her tears or rants or door-banging. Later he told Mom to take her shopping.

She drifted apart; from the parents, who she’d admired, loved, trusted. They became strangers while a whole new world opened up to her. She experimented with her boundaries; she touched, got burnt and touched again.

She had fun. She took pictures, she flirted, she drank coffee and bunked classes. She flunked and topped and wrote bull in her papers. She tried on clothes and didn’t buy them. She painted her nails black and didn’t care. She made a lot of noise, learnt to drive in her friend’s car, ran along the beach, barefoot screaming with her BFF’s – her oyster, the world and beyond.

She fell in love. And got her heart broken into a million pieces. She learnt. And grew.
She fought for her individuality, refused to be swayed by the society. Stood stead by what she believed in.
She made choices, her own. She lived with it. She made mistakes and learnt how to make them go away.

But somewhere along the way she realized that the only ones who’d stay with her through hell and high water were Mom and Dad. She tried to deal with Mom’s concern, she tried to do right. She tried not to wear the mini-skirt in front of dad.
She tried to understand. Because she loved them.

She got a job, one that she loved. If she was ecstatic, they were beyond proud. She did well, she became a career woman. She was the Office Bitch and the one they came to for all the answers. She multi-tasked and blew minds. She reached the top of the ladder and yet remained Dad’s little ‘peanut’.

She fell in love again. He stayed. And made a difference. And made her happy. She lived in seventh heaven with her feet planted firmly on ground zero and realized that this is it.

She got married. And it broke her heart. She didn’t understand why she’d to give her home up, leave her parents. And they reassured her that it was the beginning of her wonderful new life, that they’d always be there.

She became a mother. And our story comes a full circle.
She understood. Everything.
The sacrifices, the unconditional love, the choices, the concern.

She cherished them, the pillars in her life.
She prayed for them, their well-being.
She loved them back, unconditionally.
For she realized that without them, she’d be nothing.

Thus the story of a girl goes on.
It’s your story and mine. Your life and mine.
Your problems and mine. Your Bloody Mary and mine.
Let’s share...
The heartbreaks and the Kohl,
The celebrations and the fruit roll,
The love and the laughter,
The tears and the PMS,
The secrets and treats,
The sisterhood and the lust,
The forever issues with weight.

Cheers to bad hair days, being ourselves, getting rid of jerk boyfriends and bitchy ex-friends, cheers to making a place for ourselves in the world and getting our make up right. Cheers to blowing their minds and having fun. Cheers to kicking back and relaxing and to getting down and dirty.

Being a girl is SO much fun.
Lets be girls together.

Posted by PeeVee. You can find the original post and comments here

Moving on

2012-01-31T15:45:00.001+05:30

With all the weddings around, things have been so busy for me...
Previously, weddings were just a way of dressing up (forcibly by mum! ) .. playing with cousins ( I remember those times when there used to be a balloon-walas and oneofthoserandomrelatives used to buy us colourful balloons and pistols) .. Gorging on the food.. Yawning away to glory while the rituals still went on.. Getting dressed for the reception.. standing behind the bride/groom and putting away all the gifts they recieved.. Bingeing on the chaats and ice creams..

Now that, my close friends have been getting married, its literally been an emotional roller coaster ride..
I never realized how painful it is gonna be packing up everything from 'Your' room into those million suitcases.. bringing down those posters which godknowswhenyouhadpastedonthewalls.. No more sleepovers with friends (damn! ).. Getting adjusted into a new family.. their customs and traditions.. their daily routine.. their likes and dislikes..

No more mum around to 'Pleeeaacjjeee.. pleeazzeee ma.. please do this for me no'...
I shuddered at the thought of one of my fren's MIL waking her up and my friend yelling back at her.. ( I wonder how she's gonna manage getting up at 4 in the mornin every.single.day!! )
I can't believe how much i've taken my parents for granted.. :|
The thought of cooking something decent without mum's help...
I can't imagine managing a whole family.. No matter whom you have around, to 'help', there's some weird thing which makes it feel like 'its your responsibility to look after the family'..
Even though things like finallyy your gonna get to spend your life with the loved one and you look forward to waking up beside them each morning, I don't think i'll be ever able to sleep 'peeeaaccceeefullyyy', the way I do rite now...
There's something that changes, the day the girl gets engaged (seriously!! its happened with 4 of my friends and i don't think its a co-incidence anymore ).. its like she becomes more 'family-oriented-matured' type.. Its like they've left the rest of us behind and gone on to the next level of 'seriousness'...
Those small things which you hardly noticed start to matter more.. :|
One of my friend's dad told me that their daughter cannot be treated the same way anymore the minute she's married.. I can't imagine dad treating me differently.. :| ..
20 odd years of upbringing and my own way of living.. leaving all that behind.. getting used to new ways.. oh man.. :| .. I'm curious to know what the future holds.. yet scared at the thought of letting go the 'cocooned' environment..
This is def. Moving on... To another phase of life.. to all the beauutttiifulll Darrhhlinngs out there!

Source

Old Memories

2012-01-28T14:12:00.001+05:30

Cleaning The Cupboard, Abhilasha found her Wedding Photograph and the whole occasion of her Marriage with Manan Brought Tears In Her Eyes..

A lot Of Dreams.. A new Life A new Relation, Abhilasha Had Never Thought Of Marrying and Moving Away from Her Parents.. She Was Happy To Be With Her Husband, But Yearned The Company Of Her Parents... The Scoldings Of Her MIL And also Was scared Of The New Lifestyle Of A Metropolitan City Bombay!!

After Stepping On the Sand Of Bombay, She Could Feel A sense of Independence, A fresh air which told her to live life as she wants and Enjoy Each Moment...

Abhi... Tum Daro Mat... Main Humesha Tumhare saath Hun...(Abhi, No Need To Fear, I am Always with You). Hum Yha Apna Ghar Mil Kr Banayenge... (We ll Make Our House Together) Hmare Sapno Ka Ghar(Our Dream House..)
She Was Happy With Her Married Life Until A day Manan Got Shot By his Rival Professional and he Lost His Memory... She Tried Her Best To Remind Manan About Her but all went In Vain... He only Remembered His Parents and wanted To Go Back To Bhopal... Abhilasha did Not accept Failure and also Did Not want To Bother Her In Laws so she asked them To Pay a visit Every Month..
She Helped Him Do Every Thing, Took Care Of Him... Cooked Food for Him and Kept every Thing as He Desired... Within A Few Months... Manan Was Recovering But He still Did Not Remember Who Abhilasha was... Why Was She With Him And Why Did She Care For Him As If She Was Related To Him...

Abhilasha Left No Leaf Unturned But Her Inner Self Confidence Was Not as strong as it was before... She Could Not accept The Fact That Manan Forgot Her... He Forgot All The Moments Spent With Her...

She Hugged The Marriage Pic and Cried Her heart Out...
She Wanted To Run Away From The Truth And Get Back The Normal Manan Back... She Wanted To Hug Him...

She Was Brought Into Reality By a Familiar Hand On Her Shoulder... She Turned Back And Was Hell Surprised To See Manan Stand In Front Of Her...

Mrs Manan Sharma, Apki Aanko Mein Aansu Ache Nahi Lagte Hain...

Ma... Manan...(She Hugged Him Tightly)... Tum Mujhe Kaise Bhool Gaye The Manan.. Main Bohot akeli Pd Gyi Thi Tumhare Bina... Manan... I love You A Lot...

Abhi... Main Tumhe Bhula Nahi Tha... Bhagwaan Ji Ki Pariksha De Raha tha... Wo Mujhe Dikhana Chahte The Ki Tum Mujhse Kitna Pyar Karti Ho...

To apko Result Kya Mila...??

Manan Hugs Her and says:- Hmmm Result Yeh Mila Ki main... ni... Hum Dono Pass Ho Gye Hain...

Abhilasha Blushes at This..

Abhilasha:- Manan Apki Pariksha K sath Sath Bhagwaan Ji meri Bhi Pariksha Le Rahe The...

Manan:- Kaisi Pariksha abhi...??

Abhi:- Ap Apni ankhein Band Kariye... Mujhe Sharam Aati Hai...

Manan:- Ohooo To Mrs Manan Sharma Ko apne Pati Se Bat Krte Hue Sharam AA rhi hai...

Abhilasha:- Dhat... Kijiye Na...

Manan:- Lo kr Li...

Abhilasha Keeps a Card On Manan's Hand... And asks Him To Open His Eyes...

He Opens The Card... And Is Enthralled By Seeing It and Picks Up Abhilasha and Whirls around The Whole Room...

The card Had The Following Words...

Welcome To FatherHood!!

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Hello Darlings !! this is one of my last posts for the time being... Got my exams starting from 20th Feb so i need to concentrate there... Will be back soon with a Story which is based on a true Incident!!

Till Then Good Bye Take Care!!

Biochemistry of Life..

2012-01-28T12:45:00.002+05:30

While I m most of the time whining about the long hours of college, today I got something to share with you Darlings. It is nothing you must not have heard of but yet the way it was put was novel. Atleast in a class of biochemistry it is rare to stumble upon such ideas.

We were studying glycolysis. For layman- breakdown of glucose to obtain energy. Now this teacher of ours has a passion for teaching. He uses funny examples and analogies to make his point. He also spends a lot of time talking about life. He was done teaching us the various steps in the long chain and then the cycle called Kreb's cycle. We had learnt the enzymes, structures and mathematics of energy. At the end of it he said, " All this for just 34% energy. We get only 34% from this longggg chain of events. Could there be scope for evolution? Maybe we could use 100% someday!"

His words made us think. Could it be possible? Are we breaking down our glucose better than our ancestors and could our successors use glucose in a better way?

He looked at our faces and then said, "In life everyone thinks about having a perfect life partner. The girls will have a role model. She would want her life partner to be good looking, romantic and all that her filmy hero does. The boys will have a picture of a girl in their thoughts. He will want the girl to fit in that image. But do we all end up with that kind of a person as our life partner? What does all of us ultimately want? That whoever your life partner maybe, he should be with you through all the ups and downs of life. Even if the guy goes bald his life partner should still love him. Even if the girl starts aging or growing fat , her life partner should still say "you are beautiful" even if it is a lie! Because at the end of your day, you want your life partner to be yours and to be with you always. If you go for someone superficial and one who is much much better than you, then you will someday feel that you are inferior or you will always be insecure. He might leave you for someone better looking right?

We were wondering what the connection was between his question and the sudden romantic discussion.

"There were many life forms which acted smart and went for a more efficient and shorter system to use up glucose but they couldn't stand the test of time. We evolved from a single cell. Number of cells decided to work together and went on to make tissues, organs and later organisms if I may call so. We followed this system and we survived. Eventually it was not about who did the best, it was about who managed to stay for long and we did. Not necessary that everything that looks better will last better."

Couldn't help marvelling and the simplicity and exactness of the answer and his comparison with life!

Yea I know, this teacher rocks!!

Why?

2012-01-27T20:07:00.000+05:30

I recently started browsing wordpress, where I found awesome posts and blogs and one of them touched my heart. You can read it here. It is as simple and sweet as it could get. From the title, to the small post, I loved it. But why does "this" have to happen? Why do we like hanging on to loose threads? I'm pretty sure that everyone who reads this post can find a past in it. It has happened to all of us. The intensity, the passion that overtakes it all. We can't control ourselves. We know its forbidden, yet we strive and reach out to it. We know it is not meant for us, yet we want it. We know it won't do us any good, yet we yearn for it.

When, as a toddler we'd taken our first step it wasn't a normal one. Our knees shook, our confidence had started to build up and then fall apart, like a house of cards. We fell a few times, hurt ourselves, yet we got up and now, years later, we walk properly, except when we're drunk, don't we? Those falls are the reason we take our steps in a normal way, today. Now, when we don't stick to the falls, why do we hang onto people who do us no good? We know how they are. They come in, take a look at the apples, appreciate the quality and then upset the apple cart. And then, they leave with a smile on their face.

Why does this dil have to perform a "dil hai ke maanta nahi" stint? Why do we push ourselves into thoughts? To call or not to call, to initiate or not to initiate, to text or not to text? These kinda thoughts do bharat natyam in our minds. We check our phones in frenzy, expecting, hoping that it may show a notification of a text by that one person. Moreover, we don't even know if it'll stand the thunderstorm, intact, unharmed! Things change, people change, relationships change. Then why do we hope and pray? We know how messy it can get, yet we like to jump in!

Even I have hung on and stuck to relationships, till the time they were completely ruined. Even my heart doesn't know any better. Even I have made mistakes. Even I have prayed for things to go normal. I guess, we strive for it only 'cause its forbidden!

PS : I'm sorry I've been missing from the scene! In the end, life has to happen and things take a back seat! I can't promise to be regular, but I can only wish! :D

PPS : Too much of ant-shant na? I guess, even that has to happen! :P

PPPS : I HAD to share this picture only 'cause it gives hope! :D

Getting to know The Darling - Interview with Maithili

2012-01-23T13:30:00.002+05:30

Hello Hello *And a little shake up wake up* to all the Darlings of DOV!!

As DIGS was telling me a few days back, there is a general lull in the Blogosphere...and ladies, that just is not us, comeon!! Bring back the sexy, sizzling, intelligent, intriguing women out! :D Anyway, so I got this MUCH awaited opportunity to Interview our beloved Maithili...or as Suruchi christened her to be Maiths. My few of the earliest Blogger friends and also, as we call each other often, Soul Sister. Maithili spins some of the brilliant spine tingling, mush inducing, thoughtful and mature, fun and mysterious stories ever. After much resistance (from my side....SUCH a big chance, I could have screwed up easily) and never subsiding encouragement from Maithili herself, Presenting before you, a belated Birthday present for Maiths: Maithili Bhatnagar's One Such Story!

MSM: Heyyy :D

Maiths: hi

MSM: You up for the interview?

Maiths: you have 45 minutes to interview me madam :D

MSM: :D Okay, so we start now.

Maiths: ok.

MSM: This is the most intriguing part because I have no idea what to ask you

Maiths: This is a great start! All interviews start this way :D

MSM: Heheh :D Okay then Maithili...or as we all know you, Maiths...What is your story for One Such Story?

Maiths: Well, One Such Story wasn't my first blog actually. I started with a blog when I was going through a very low phase and then slowly I began writing more about fiction. That's when I thought of starting a new blog dedicated to fiction.

MSM: Is your first blog still up?

Maiths: No it isn't. It was relevant in the situations I was in at that time but now I’m in a much better phase *touchwood* and I do not go want to relive those moments.

MSM: You have moved on. Very well :) Which brings me to this question....when you write stories, what inspires you...?

Maiths: Tag line of my blog - Each one of us is a story.That is what inspires me to write. Writing a story needs no talent at all. We all are story tellers. Right from making excuses for why we are late or covering up for our lies, we spin stories. People and everyday situations inspire me the most. Sometimes a dream can turn into an inspiration for me.

MSM: Ah, yes. I remember a Metro-Station story of yours. :) It was spooky.

Maiths: I get such spooky dreams. I do not know if they are prophetic but yes they somehow integrate into beautiful stories

MSM: They do :) Okay, so Maiths...are you a serious person or fun loving? Your stories show a very matured side of you.

Maiths: It actually depends on the situation. I’m a very situational kind of a person. I banter when I’m in a casual environment but if a situation needs seriousness then I’m serious. It’s for this reason that people who see me serious cannot associate me as being someone fun too.

MSM: Hmmm....I guess you love to laugh a lot. :D Which is one thing that makes you terribly angry?

Maiths: There are a lot of things that make me angry but it’s all associated with when someone doesn't think of another person's situation. I don't know what's the point of being human if one cannot feel for someone else?

MSM: Well said. So, do you make sure that your emotions are conveyed to the other person or you love to simmer? :D

Maiths: I make my emotions conveyed if they are pleasant ones. Life is too short for words to be left unsaid. At the same time I hold on before letting out my negative emotions. Sometimes we judge a little too harshly :)

MSM: I am impressed with your calculated judgment :D I agree with you.

You are creative as well, aren't you? We all know the fabulous mouth watering brownies you have made.

Maiths: I would like to believe I’m creative :) Brownies are too easy to make but yes those are ones I make well :)

MSM: Hehehe, easier said than done. I can not make desserts at all. :D So, Maiths, your family knows you write?

Maiths: Well they know that I write. They do not know that I blog.

MSM: Hmmmm, they would love to know how loved their daughter is in the blog world though :D

Maiths: Well I would not tell them yet as their reading my blog would make me conscious of the content I write. I’m still supposed to be a child :P

MSM: Ah true true. :D Imagine our fathers ;)

If my dad reads the love stories I spin on escorts and the other women :P Heheh.

Maiths: Exactly! They would wonder where we got the experience. :P

MSM: Haha :D Which brings me to this Maiths, how would you define yourself in less than 5 words before we move on to rapid fire?

Maiths: Flexible, Emotional, Romantic, Lazy.

MSM: Brilliant. :D I loved the variety here.

Maiths: :D I tried covering everything :D

MSM:That's the mark of a true story-teller. :D Few Words. Entire Story!

So, you ready for the rapid fire?

Maiths: Yes. I’m all geared for the rapid fire now :D

MSM: :D Just answer in yes or no.

Maiths: Alright...karma is B***h. Red is getting her prayers answered.

MSM: :D She most certainly is.

Ever lied to get your way with things?

Maiths: Yes.

MSM: Secretly plotted to kill someone?

Maiths: No.

MSM: No? Never? :D

Maiths: As in really plotted or thought of plotting?

MSM: Thought of.

Maiths: I thought of killing my micro teacher :D

MSM: There you go! :D

Okay, ever Adam-teased?

Maiths: Hehe Yees :P *hides self*

MSM: :D :D Hi5 by the way

Maiths: hehe those were the days!! :P

MSM: I knoww ;)

Maiths: hi5 on that

MSM: Next...Believe in Ghosts?

Maiths: Yes. I know I’m supposed to be a science student and all that.. But i still believe in spirits.

MSM: Nevermind that. I am a lawyer and still believe in spirits :P Okay, so answer in short. First thing people will notice about you when they see you.

Maiths: Weight :P

MSM: Hahahahaha. :D Other than that. I know you have beautiful eyes.

Maiths: They might notice my smile (as I m told it is cute) but my eyes (my pride) are hidden by specs

MSM: Aaaah. Specs I tell you. Every woman with beautiful eyes has faced this. :D

If you were given a chance to write someone's story, a celebrity or any such person, who would you, choose?

Maiths: I have no idea :P Let me think

MSM: Take your time.

Maiths: I think Aishwarya Rai :D

MSM: Ah. And why would you say that? :D

Maiths: First, because she was from my college :P and very less is written about her..she’s been a private person actually…I would like to write on her life…how it would be to be overshadowed by father in law during her delivery :P Another candidate could be Katrina Kaif. I really have quite a respect for that lady.

MSM: Interesting. :D Aha. Tell us something about your college and what you do. Since you said Aishwarya was there. :D

Maiths: Hehe. No. Aish was an ex-student of my junior college. Right now I go to degree college and make lotions, syrups, inhalations etc and keep doing tests to check the quality of drugs :P

MSM: Pharmacology?

Maiths: That’s one of the subject.

MSM: Hmmm....We both need some. Drugs that is :D

Maiths: :D haha yea I’m perennially on some drug or the other.

MSM: Achcha, tell me something. What is one thing in a guy that turns you off?

Maiths: Hmmm. Bad manners.

MSM: And one thing that you find annoying in women.

Maiths: Once again - inconsiderate.

MSM: Hmmm...Are you a flirt?

Maiths: :P I’m not.

MSM: Seriously? :D I feel like I am spoilt now. :D Okay Maiths... You started DOV. It's an Only Girls Blog and I wouldn't be surprised if someone says women cannot be together for long. Do you agree?

Maiths: I agree that women cannot be together always. :P If they aren't lesbians!!

MSM: Hahaha!

Maiths: same goes for men!

MSM: True!

Maiths: The only difference is, men don't talk to each other when they have ego clashes, we women talk and fight when that happens.

MSM: Yea true true. DOV is your brain child. What do you feel about it now...it's reached to a very popular pedestal. :D

Maiths: The real challenge is now. Now when the novelty wears off, we need to go on stronger, more ideas, more participation and more membership should happen. Else DOV will dry up.

MSM: We wouldn't let that happen.

Maiths: What I see is that members are active for the first month after joining and then they suddenly disappear. That is what should not happen.

MSM: I am sure there needs to be a fire to be lit in our fiery blog. :D No worries, we darlings will definitely make it work.

Maiths: We have to. Agreed that the Admins have been slightly overburdened this month, but we will be soon back in action.

MSM: :D Yes. So before we conclude....tell us Maiths; Blogging world must have given you some wonderful experiences. Some Blogs you would suggest our darlings to have a look at.

Maiths: Well I believe that blogging is about what you feel and what you are. So unless you are a total copy of me (which MSM of course you are) I cannot for sure say that you will like what I liked. Some blogs like Confessions of Chocolate Obsessed and The Girl At First Avenue might appeal to those looking for Spontaneity…RedHanded for Humor, Atrocious Scribbling for Subtle Humor and Good Creative Work, MSM for the mystical feel and beautiful poetry, A Peek Into My Life for bringing energy and enthu about life, Paanipuri Lover and Abhilasha for some cheerfulness, Conversations by Sujatha Sathya for some introspection and some cute ones, Pink and Black by Sulagna for some Sweet and Mushy and her newest USP- her darling baby and the centre of her world, Suruchi, our Patakha and very creative darling :)

MSM: *Ear to Ear Grin* This is one of the most beautiful description of blogs you have given.

Maiths: :D :D

MSM: So, with this, we come to an end. I am sure Maiths you could have been interviewed better, but I loved your answers! :D

Maiths: :) it was good.

MSM: :D It was the most spontaneous conversation ever

Maiths: Thank you MSM for interviewing me. I want to thank all the darlings for making this blog a success. Specially the first 7 members who I call the core members J If it weren’t for your involvement and interest in the blog I wouldn’t have gone ahead with this idea. Thank you PeeVee, MSM, Suruchi, Chandana, Vinati, Redhanded and Viya. I also want to wholeheartedly thank all the readers of DOV. I have made some wonderful friends and come across very talented and honest writers through this space. Thank you all for making Darlings of Venus what it is J I love you all...

PS: This was supposed to be put up on Maith's Birthday, but you know about the Murphy's Law no....whenever I tried to do that, my internet used to betray. Maiths dear had been really patient with me.

Pamper Yourself :)

2012-01-22T23:13:00.002+05:30

If you are jobless on a fine Sunday morning and find your feet succumbing to winter, then plunge your feet into the warmth of water, add some soapy bubbles, scrub and pamper yourself, AT HOME.

And oh, this will also help you save that extra buck and the trouble of dragging your ass to the nearest Salon! *wink wink*

I shall tell you how (Even though these come under the already-said-and-done section, I shall give my experience and take on it) -

Let us begin with everything that you will need. I have mostly avoided chemical, market products since I did it at home. You can just make use of those little things lying around in your dressing-drawer or the bathroom shelf and get away with beautifully pedicured foot.

(Please excuse the clarity of the photographs since they were taken from a mobile phone and not from a camera!)

A set of instruments - a straight nail cutter (if you want a french cut), a cross nail cutter (if you want an arc-like cut), a filer, a cuticle-pusher.

A steamer or an electric kettle.

Cotton roll and a nail enamel remover.

Nail colours. Anything that goes with your mood, work or your complexion!

A scrubber, brush, pumice stone. (I got an all-in-one in the market.)

Any mild shampoo that's lying around in the bathroom shelf. I chose Himalaya. That's kind of mild.

Any cold cream / moisturizer

And most importantly, a bucket full of HOT water, towel and a couple of tissues! :)

All in all, have these things ready before you can begin. It will save you the trouble of running around the house on one foot in between 'the pampering' :D

STEP 1 :

Pluck out some cotton out of the roll and remove the nail color. (if you had applied any, previously)

STEP 2 :

Dip your feet in a bucket of warm (or HOT, however you prefer) water for a couple of seconds. Then massage some shampoo on to your feet evenly (Do not neglect the spaces between your toes as that is the space which usually gets least attention and is prone to bacteria.)

STEP 3 :

Begin with gently scrubbing your heels with a brush. Do not be too harsh, initially. Then use the pumice stone and scrub off the dry and dead skin from the behind the toes, heels, and the sides of the ankles.

STEP 4 :

Rinse off the soap from the feet now and switch on the steamer. As your feet gets some steam, apply some cream / moisturizer on to your feet. Let the steam be for five to ten minutes atleast.

Once you switch off the steamer, pluck out more cotton from the roll and clear off those clogged pores, and the dirt that's is stuck in your nails.

Shape up the nails after steaming using a filer. Make sure not to hurt your cuticles while filing.

Now apply some cream / moisturizer again on to your toe nails and let it soak for five minutes.

STEP 5 :

It's time to push your cuticle and let the nails breathe. As you do this, be extra careful not to damage your cuticle. If your nails are really sensitive (and if you have a habit of biting nails / weak cuticle) I would not recommend this step as they would harm your nails. Otherwise, you could go on.

With the cuticle pusher, gently (like really gently) push you cuticle downwards, towards your toe.

Once you're done, wipe off the cream and apply moisturizer all over your feet and give it a nice MASSAGE.

Begin by forward and backward movements and then go in circles around your heels. Pull your toes a little and massage all those little toes that have been drained out and deprived of relief. By doing this, you're letting every ounce of your feet, get the feel of blood rushing into it.

STEP 6 :

Now, choose your favorite nail enamel. Make sure to be a little choosy ;)

Apply a base coating first. Allow it to dry.

Then apply another coating. Application should be done uniformly in the same direction.

NOW, FLAUNT THAT FEET AND SHAKE A LEG!! :D

P.S : If you don't find it easy to try it on yourself, try it on any nearest 'bakra' in your vicinity. I just found two! ;) Don't forget to give them a triumphant-look when you are done! ;)

Happy Pampering, Darlings :)

Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! ^_^

2012-01-22T02:08:00.001+05:30

ATTENTION to all the darlings and readers!!

One of the most amazing persons and beautiful writers on our blog has turned not a year older but a year better. Her super witty mind came up with the idea for this blog that has allured so many people across many borders. She is a passionate writer and an avid story weaver who has never ever EVER failed to impress us with the magic of her words.

(Stolen from your FB profile.)

Maithili, you have been really awesome and here is a chance for you to be more awesome this year. We wish lots and lots of goodies for you. May you wear the biggest smile every time you turn a page of your life. May you have a super duper fantastic day.

Be merry, be jolly and dance the night away.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAITHILI!! <3 :*

(So what I can't bake it, I can copy and paste without a flaw.)

P.S: And you are now a year older to me. =D

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Song for the day : Hum bhi agar bachhe hote...

Clever He, Clever She !

2012-01-21T00:23:00.000+05:30

He looked up.

With facial expressions like that of a small baby being denied something he liked too much.

“Please na”, he requested.

“No”, she smiled a crooked smile.

“It’s all fine with me”, she said.

“No. I want it na but”, he again pleaded.

With a voice that was about to break down.

“Please, give it to me, please”, he said, hands tangled in hers.

“No…Please”, she replied.

“Please….”, he requested again.

She laughed.

She was enjoying him pleading like this.

His expressions were similar to like that a five year old boy, denied his favorite candy or toy.

His requests competed with the requests a small kid makes to somebody, in-charge of something he wanted badly!

His looks were fooling enough for the other person to give what he wanted.

Just like a small baby pleading for his demand to be fulfilled.

He had been trying to woo her with pleasing words for some time now.

Lines of worry had now started showing on his face.

All he wanted was what she had been possessing oh his in her bag.

He tried getting possession of her bag, a little snatching a little pushing but all in vain.

No matter what he do, she was in no mood to let her hands off her bag.

Clever girl had wrapped his right hand around the belt of her bag so that even the thought of getting it away from her now seemed impossible to him.

But he wanted it impatiently now.

“Please Please”, he requested.

“No No”, she smiled.

“Pleasee…”.

“Nooo”.
"Please".
"No".

He was losing patience in requesting again and again but she was enjoying denying his request again and again.

“Pleaseee na. Give it to me”, he said, sounding as if he was literally going to cry like a little baby any moment now.

“No…na”, she said humbly.

He looked in no mood to give up and neither was she.

Struggle was getting interesting now.

Who would give up first?

He or she?

She or he?

Will he succumb to her wicked plan?

Or will she melt on his pleadings?

And the real question, what was she holding in her bag?

What did he want from her?

What possibly could it be?

“Please give it na. I want it back now”, he again pleaded.

“No. It’s safe with me.”, she answered.

“Noooo.. I am feeling empty without it na. So please return it back now”, he looked in her eyes. Pleading more than ever to get his thing back.

He tried again and again he failed.

It was all so hard for him.

Just to get her bag having his wallet!

Earlier he had fooled her in one of their meetings regarding payment at a restaurant. They had decided to pay the bill half-half and he had agreed to it. But when came the turn to actually pay the bill, he fooled her and paid the whole amount saying he wished to use his debit card once at a restaurant as he had never done that before.

She sensed the lie but saw no point arguing over money with him. He would always have his way, she knew or maybe she would always give him his way.

But not so soon was the movie to end. If he thinks he can trick her, so can she! Just the way he has her own ways, she too has her own ways! And today was her day.

The whole incident, right from stealing his wallet in-front of his own eyes, with him actually presenting it to her, her plan did meet success! She not only

possessed his wallet the whole day but also quiet enjoyed him asking for it at the end of the day. Poor baby looked scared as if he was never going to get it back from her! Lol!

Clever he, Clever she!

Smita

JUST FRIENDS!! (Part III)

2012-01-20T13:28:00.000+05:30

"Sometimes it takes something really bad, for something really good to happen!"
She pondered over it, and just nodded with a smile. She was out of thoughts of her own but agreed to every single thought of his, not because it was HE who said them, but because it made sense. It was like, it was her thoughts flowing through his lips. She just stared at him.
He was amused, "Dont you wanna say something?"
She shook her head, "I like to listen to you!"
He blushed red. She forced herself to look away.

They were again sitting at Marine Drive today, doing nothing but staring at the sea and occasionally at each other. He being a nature-lover came here as often as he could, and she came here for reasons she herself could not define. Looking at him something stirred within her, but she knew that 'something' wasnt enough for everything that she wanted. Being with him cheered her up. He was on her mind all the time. Reading all her thoughts before she could open her mouth to say them.
"Do you want to walk on those stones?"
She was shocked. He always did that. She was just looking at the stones, thinking she wanted to be there and he said it!

Sitting on those stones suddenly took her in her past, those memories flashed by, she couldnt help it, they just came in any time these days. Just like the pop-up pages, they appeared unexpectedly, leaving her with saddening eyes burried in the earth and a lump in her throat. She wanted to run away from those memories, not because they were unpleasant or saddening, they were one of the most beautiful memories of her life, but because it reminded her of what she had left for something she could never have!

"Somethings bothering you?? yes yes, it is. Tell me what it is?"
"No, its nothing!"
She cursed herself! How could he read her mind. Was he a vampire? Like Edward...? Reading her mind?? But she was not Bella ofcourse, cz he 'could' read her mind!
"No, I am not Edward, but I could be if you want me to be! But plz dont be Bella, I'll end up eating you! You are too delicious for me to resist!"
He gave her an evil smile. She just stared at him. Shocked. Blank. How could he?? How could he read her thoughts just like that?? He had been doing them since long time but this time it was just 'bang-on-target'!!!
"Howw????"
"Dont panic! I'll tell you what it is. Its very simple. The mind has a door which once opened can be read like an open book. And the door once opened can be walked in both the ways! So I have cracked your head and I know what you think. So dont panic, and change your expression, its frightening!"
"whoaaa....!!"
They both had a hearty laugh over it. He was a physic, she thought to herself, a complete physic, and suddenly turning to him, scared he might read her mind again. But he was far away, somewhere she could never reach him. Although he was right besides her, she felt like she could not touch him now. He had drifted far away, in the ocean, and she was left behind on the shore. She wanted to be with him where ever he went, physically and mentally. She got jealous whenever he went away from her, physically and mentally. She thought of bringing him back by talking, but then suddenly realized that she was enjoying even the silence between them. It was so peaceful, so calm. She didnt need to talk, when with him. She just enjoyed the silence between them! He turned to her and asked,
"You enjoy the silence between us, dont you?"
"yes I do."
This time she didnt freak out. She knew he could read her mind, and there was no need to hide anything from him. She just could not. She could never hide anything from him. She closed her eyes and felt the breeze on her face and loosened her hair. She suddenly felt naked infront of him. Naked without being ashamed. Her mind and soul was standing naked in front of him. She had given her mind and soul to him. It no longer belonged to her, it were his now. She felt free. She felt good. She felt exhilarated.
"John... I wanna listen to your music. The ones you made!"
"Are you sure?"
"yes yes yes!"
She nodded enthusiastically. The music was great. Exhilarating. Taking her to a completely new world which she never dreamt of! She experienced emotions through his music which she had never felt! She wondered if he will ever play something for her, suddenly conscious of her thoughts she stopped thinking, afraid of him reading them again. She just listened... and listened to more songs. Songs after songs, albums after albums! She explored something she always dreamt of! Yes, she thought to herself, music was her solace! His music! She smiled quietly.

It was at night at home that she pondered over everything that was happening in her life. Her life was very abstract now, (people called it messed up, but she liked the word abstract!) just like her conversations with John. Anyone listening to them could never make out the head and tail of their conversations but they knew very precisely what they were talking about. Her life had turned just like their conversations... abstract! Anyone else looking at her life could never know what was happening or what she wanted, it was only she who knew them, who understood them!

She knew she wanted John in her life but she knew he could never be hers the way she wanted him to be. They were just friends, very good friends and they will remain just like that forever! Someone who provided solace to one-another in times of needs. Their needs were again abstact. Only they could understand their needs without words. Words could never explain what they needed or how they felt. Words always betrayed them. She felt like an alien survivng on earth, and him, another alien. But dont two aliens surviving on the same planet make friends? It was just that what had happened!

THE AFTERLIFE : WELCOME TO NOIDA!!

2012-01-18T23:13:00.000+05:30

As I packed my bags (closed my previous blog and memories) few weeks back to leave Bangalore – my home town, my city from the time I was born, little did I know that I was leaving only to write new chapters, to meet new people, build a career and create a milestone, for myself.

“NOIDA”, my appointment letter proclaimed, in big, bold letters. North Okhla Industrial Development Authority, as it is called, beckoned me to step into the north of the Country. The part of the country I had NEVER made an attempt to venture to. Leaving Bangalore brought in me a lot of nostalgia, but NOIDA brought in me, a sense of hope and independence. Above all, NOIDA is teaching me LIFE.

It is so different from Bangalore. Yet not. Sometimes, I feel it is not right to compare two cities. Both of them are unique in their own ways – Food, Culture, Weather, People, Ways of life…

Early days in NOIDA were scary. I was left to be on my own. Right after graduating, the Corporate world welcomed me, but I felt abandoned and alone in the new land. But when people called FRIENDS made an entry into my life, I started loving everything I was going through. NOIDA has given me wonderful friends and amazing roomies. And oh, friends have also become family-like. They are the people I look forward to each day after a boring and tiring day at office. Would NOIDA appear the same to me without these guys? Well, I’m not sure on that. But all I know is, I’m enjoying their company. I miss home but I see my family in friends. That is the closeness we share.

I raise my head and look up at the NOIDA sky. Foggy, tall glossy buildings peek through the fog, neatly mowed lawns, colorful flowers and a road that takes me to my block – my office. I sling my ID around my neck, greet the security in their local language and proceed.

Surrendered to slavery, yet proud of personal independence.

(Yeah, that's my office)

Cheers to Life,

& lots of Love,

D!! (Previously called, THE UPDATER :) )

P.S : Title Courtesy : BTK, a Colleague-turned-friend. All thanks to him for suggesting a wonderful title for my post here!

P.P.S : This was a post written for my own, new blog. Yes, like I mentioned here, I would be away and all that. But, somehow, writing has always been a part of me and staying away from the keyboard was hard (:P) Either ways, I'm back!! Promising myself to stay active on the blogosphere.

And oh, my new blog is called Strings Of Life (Previously, an INSIGHT INTO MYSELF).

Maithili and Admins, listening? :) (Hope you change the same in Meet the Darlings Page ;P )

The Purple Balloon

2012-01-16T22:00:00.000+05:30

Pre-Script: This is a narration of a very simple incident, but one which sometimes get overlooked in the daily huff-puff.

"Please?" She tried to convince him for one last time, with her cute puppy eyes. He smiled and said, "Baby, it is for your good only na? You will become really upset if something happens to it on the way back home." She pouted and turned away to look at the lovely helium balloons that the balloon vendor was selling in the corner. The balloons were purple in color and were just so cute that she could not take her eyes off them. She really wanted to have one of them. Every kid in the park had one and she wanted one too, though she was no kid. Only he would treat her as a kid and pamper her. But now, he is not buying her the balloon. His reason was that they had to take the public transport for the return ride and surely a helium balloon would not be able to take the toll of the Sunday evening crowd.

She kept pouting hoping that it would change his mind. He couldn't help laugh at her kiddishness. She is so child-like. They went boating and that diverted her mind off the balloon. The boating experience was awesome. The lake was huge and the pedal boat just smoothed its way over the tiny waves of water, creating ripples around them. The sun was retiring for the day and the moon was arriving for the night. The scene was just too beautiful. They took snaps to freeze those moments in time. Afterwards, they ate the delicious chat at the chat corner and looked around at the kids who had come to the park. She loved looking at the kids and he loved looking at her.

Finally it was time for them to leave the park. She stole one last glance at the balloons waving beautifully. She wanted to ask him again, but she knew he was right. She was childish when it comes to these things and she knew that. As they got to the entrance, he said that he needed to use the washroom. She also needed to freshen up. So they agreed to meet at the entrance and went their ways. She came back in 5 mins and looked around. There was no sign of him. She waited for 10 more mins. Nope. She began getting nervous. What's taking him so long? She wondered. She will not be able to go and search for him in this crowd. If she did that, she would get lost too and she definitely did not know her way around the place. And then there he was, making way through his crowd. She heaved a sigh of relief. And then she noticed, the purple balloon in his hands and the wide smile on his face. Her eyes went wide with surprise and she was too shocked to tell anything. She gave him a big hug, that told him everything that she wanted to.

On the way back home, in the bus,they saw a cute kid. The little girl kept glancing at her and her purple balloon with her cute eyes. She understood that kid wanted the balloon. But, she loved it so much and he bought it for her as a surprise. So, she could not make up her mind about giving it away. She gave the kid a chocolate instead, but the girl did not take the chocolate and instead kept looking at her balloon. The bus reached their stop and they had to get down. Just when they were getting down, she glanced back at the kid who had the same longing in her eyes. She asked the driver to wait for a minute, made her way through the crowd and gave the balloon to the little girl. The girl's eyes widened with joy and she took it immediately. The girl's parents modestly told her that she didn't have to do it. She just smiled and got off the bus. She looked at him in the hope he would understand. He hugged her and said, "Now, that's my girl". The day was awesome for them and she could not take her mind off from the joy that she saw in the little girl's eyes on being offered the balloon. She understood what giving can do, however small it might be.

Even small things are capable of giving infinite joy. When we realise that, we inch closer to mastering love and life. What do you think?

Until later,

Keirthana :)

Traffic of my life!

2012-01-16T20:56:00.000+05:30

This is more of a been-there-done-that kinda post. Every city has its own complaints about its traffic. Since I am living in traffic-horror every single day here in Hyderabad so I thought why not make a story out of that too!

1. Auto Drivers:

They always think that from all the horns blaring around them, none of them are aimed at them. I really want to learn that from them. Blocking and ignoring a particular sound/voice that is blaring/screaming right in your ears - that would be a useful talent in life!

2. Car drivers:

They hate Bike Riders while stuck in traffic because riders get to squeeze by more easily. They hate bike readers because they get to cut in front of you just when the light turns green. They hate bike riders because they make it so damn hard to overtake with all their zig-zagging.

3. Bike riders: They hate Car Drivers because drivers get to sit in AC while they're out in the sun (rain, smoke, or dust). Muhahahaha *car driver points and laughs*

4. Bus drivers: They don't have AC nor can they squeeze by. They purposefully squeeze you out of every inch of road you have if they can help it. Enough said.

5. Just as the light turns green, there is that one last pedestrian who always HAS to run in front of you just as you're taking off. Always! Some day I am going to run smack into you and you'll fly off the road and ITS ALL YOUR FAULT. So there. Don't say I dint warn you.

6. The Honkers: They are such pleasant people. How else can you explain the fact that continuous honking sounds like music to them? Granted it drives everyone else crazy, but hey! As long as its music to my ears you all can shut the f**k up. Arrgghh! I hate them! Yes the light changed to green. I am not blind. I can see that. Give me a second to move forward. One second is all am asking for. I too want to go wherever it is that I am going 'as soon as possible' *rolls-eyes*

7. Dancing lights: Yeah that's right. Why don't you shine the damn headlight right in my eyes? You and your high beam in the middle of the city. People! have the minimum courtesy to dip them especially when you are stuck face to face in a narrow road. Else dont complain if i bang right into you (and hopefully break the damm headlight) because I cant see two feet in front of me!

.....just the beginning!! (Part II)

2012-01-14T22:07:00.000+05:30

"Is there someone else?"

She didnt reply. None of them spoke. The silence was killing her. It was peircing her throat and she couldnt breathe. His eyes were fixed on her. He knew what the answer was, but was waiting to hear it from her, thinking, she may change her mind, she may prove him wrong. He wanted to be proved wrong. He wished he was wrong and she slap him for his ugly thoughts. But she didnt. She just didnt say anything. Nothing at all. He waited. It felt like eternity. He felt like shaking her wildly so as to make her speak. The silence was suffocating him. He couldnt stand it any longer. He asked again....

"Is there someone else you've been thinking of??"

This time she did speak.

"Yes..."

It was a loud whisper. Loud enough for him to hear it. He wasnt shocked or sad. He felt nothing. Nothing. He felt numb. He had no feelings left. Just numb.

"Who is he?"

His voice had no emotions left now. It was just a voice. A voice stiff as steel. A lifeless voice.

"John..."

Another loud whisper. He nodded. Her eyes never left the ground.

"Since when.....?"

"Last month. You know whenever I went to hangout with him...."

He nodded again.

"So.... I guess, now there is no reason for us to be together anymore."

"No."

This time her voice was not a whisper. It was shaky. It was as if she was trying to hold back the lump forming in her throat. Her eyes still fixed to the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks. She didnt move. The only movement in her body was the tears running through her cheeks. They were out of control now and she didnt bother to stop them. None of them made efforts to hide the pain they felt.

"I wish you all the best with him... hope you find true love with him."

She shook her head, tears still blinding her view.

"No...." She managed without breaking her voice. She continued,

"....he has a gf. They are together for 4 years now. I am not doing this to be with him...!"

"ohh.. okay..."

He was clueless now. Still, the fact that she had made up her mind to end their one year long relationship was enough for him. He knew she woudnt change her mind with pleadings or persuasions. It never worked with her. She always made her decisions, no matter how weird or clueless they were.

He concentrated at her again. She still looked the same. Beautiful, just like she had been when he first saw her. He wondered what went wrong. He knew he'll never know. He still tried thinking. He could never figure her out... and today was just the same! She was shaking now. Tears covered her face, but still she looked beautiful, pure, untouched!

He drew a step closer and held her in his arms. She was still shaking. He wondered why was he so calm. He was breaking up with the only girl he ever loved, and still he was calm?! But then, thats how things had always been when she was around. He always managed to surprise himself when with her. She was now sobbing uncontrollably. He did not stop her, just held her in his arms. He wondered again, maybe this was the last time he was hugging her.

"I.. am.. sorrryyy......"

Her muffled voice brought him back to reality. He just held her more tightly, feeling still no pain.

"Dont you hate me??" Her eyes were bloodshot.

"No." He shook his head. Smiled at her.

"All I want to say is.... Just dont mess up your life like this! Please... "

She still saw the same love in his eyes. She cursed herself!

"I've already messed it up...! No more!"

He nodded.

"Come.. let me drop you home!"

She walked back to the car silently, her hands locked in his. She wondered what made her feel so much more closer to him than in the last one year! She couldnt figure it out. She didnt need a reason. She just felt closer to him now.

"Are you still gonna talk to me?"

He started the engine and looked at her. She got her answer.

They had overcome the biggest barier in a relationship. They no longer needed words to express themselves. Even though they broke up officially, they were now bound by a much powerful force of the universe. They both knew it was not the end... just the beginning of a new relationship between them. A relationship which didnt need any explaination, any name, any expectations! It was something between them today that they couldnt achieve in the past one year!

Yes or No....!

2012-01-14T18:14:00.001+05:30

Yes.

Yes Yes Yes.

Yes, the answer to the question is a big Yes.

The question : Whether to keep or not the gifts or things gifted by your ex-girlfriends/boyfriends.

The answer : Yes.

The dilemma keeps on striking each-day, everyday from inside. The question, as to keep the memories or discard them away keep bugging you from inside every-time you come across them. What to do and what not to do! Whom to tell and whom not to tell! Keep it ? Throw it?

What?

Love Quotes

You don't love him/her anymore, you don't think or care about that person anymore but still you have his/her memories with you. You still carry the wallet gifted by her, you still put on the perfume gifted by him, you still have the soft toy gifted by her on your table, you still wear the ear-rings gifted by him,you still read the book she had gifted you once and you still use the key-chain that he had got for you.

You don't care about that person anymore with that earlier intensity. You don't wish to know about the whereabouts of that person anymore. You don't want him/her anymore in your life. You are done with that person but still you carry his/her memories with you.

One of my friends showed me his ex-girlfriends ear-rings and bracelet that he carries with himself to till date. They broke up some 2-3 years back.The guy had secretly kept those things of hers and keeps it with him every-time. Once in conversation with him,the question aroused, should he keep them?

Answer is, Yes.

Though it's my perspective about the scenario and I would gladly like to be corrected if I am wrong.

Why does one has to throw away the things gifted by their ex's? Why? You loved that person once, right? You were madly and irrevocably in love with that soul. For you he/she meant the whole world. You would have done anything just to make him/her happy. You cared from your heart for that person, right? You never left a chance to make memorable memories with that person. You would have brought the whole world at his/her feet if he/she would have asked you to do so. You had once waited for all the things gifted to you, you accepted them with much happiness once, right? So now why even the thought of throwing them away?

Throw them if you have been in a bad relationship, if you just couldn't connect any good memories with them. But then also, try looking at the brighter side, and believe me, there's always one in every thing. You just have to look a bit harder to find the brighter one. A s the darker part always try shadowing the brighter part.

Throw away the gifts, cards and stuff if you hate that person for some or the other reason now. Discard them all if you don't want to recall that person's memories in your life anymore. Erase all his/her footprints from your life and surroundings if they make you suffer. But then, does being in Love with somebody made you suffer? If yes, then you were fooled for being infatuated and you thought it was Love! You were in Love but the other was just playing!

I, personally would like to suggest to keep the memories with you if you have that mental level that you can control your foolish inner-self from being hurt every-time by seeing those things.

I would like to suggest him to keep all the stuff he has of her ex-girlfriend if doesn't hates her. Keep them. Keep the memories. See it and feel the aroma of love for somebody else if not for her. Don't see it as something bad, reminding you of the bad phase you had with the person to whom those things belong to. See that as somebody whom once loved you and cared for you and had got some of her love and care for you in the form of that gift. Take it as a token of your Love, the real reason why you kept it, the real reason behind still keeping it. Mark it as a symbol of Love you once felt or still feel for somebody.

Keep the ear-rings, keep the bracelet. See it as a token of love. Don't see it as her if you don't want to.Keep it for life or pass it on to somebody you would Love in future,if that person can understand the value of those articles. Keeping such things is in itself a big deal. Not everybody does that. You did that because you felt something and maybe you still do.

I still have the photo of somebody I loved. I won't delete it however coming across it does hurts me. But the thing I shared with him once was pure and real from my side. And no matter what the outcome of that thing was, what all consequences I and he bore because of that, I still Love to remember sometimes that somebody did really cared for me once. Though his existence doesn't bothers me anymore but still I don't feel like deleting his photo, that I have with me with him still ignorant of this fact. He too might be having something of me, if he really cared. So this is not bad. This not something to hide, though revealing also should be avoided to all. This is the your true spirit celebrating your true Love, even when the other person ditched it!

Attaching yourself to somebody's inanimate object like a snap together, a gift or any such thing is no foolishness. It shows how much you were into that other person. It's the feelings that are attached. It's the unsaid words that matters. It's the bond that you shared with somebody that is binding you with that thing. It's no bad to keep it. Keep it and cherish it. Make new memories with it rather than remembering the old ones. Life is about moving on. Keep walking and keep smiling, this should be the attitude.

Many will come and many shall leave but dearer are the ones whose memories shall never leave.

Smita

that Red sweater....! (Part I)

2012-01-11T22:24:00.000+05:30

"I was expexting your text and you were expecting mine! Wow! Now we have expectations from each other..! Now, when did that happen?? ;)"

"Hehehe.. I guess the long walk yesterday did that!" she said giggling.

She was talking to him with the enthusiasm which lacked while she spoke to her bf! They spoke about almost everything in d world..frm music, movies, emotions, frnds, hobbies, passions, career goals, experiences, views to just plain PJs with incessant energy n enthusiasm! They understood each other in silence. They didnt any longer need words to express themselves, just the look in their eyes did that. She hadnt met him long ago..no..hardly a few weeks with last saturday morning spent completely with him on marine drive n then loitering on the roads of colaba. She never thought getting lost on a random road in colaba could be so memorable..bt it was!

She was secretly feeling guilty for being so happy with another man and not her bf. She was secretly wishing if he could be her man. He would have been just 'perfect'! Tall, strong, smart, sensitive, intelligent, brilliantly brilliant, poet, guitarist, a sense of humor that could make her giggle more than anyone else. Just perfect in all senses!

She wanted to tell him that she was falling for his sincerity, honesty and brilliance. She, herself being a chatterbox, who couldnt keep quiet even for a mili-second when with her friends or bf, could spend hours listening to him speaking, just blankly looking to him and nodding, smiling once in a while, blushing if he said something about her, and just staring at him, with the pretence of listening to him, her eyes locked to his, not leaving his eyes even for a mili-second.

Somewhere down there, she felt guilty for adoring him more than any guy in her life. She even posed for him when he asked her to, to click her pictures (she never did that for her bf! NEVER!). She told him everything without hesitating, everything.... except one thing - the fact that she had a bf! She felt guilty about being so close to him. She had no right to be so close to another man when she was already in a relationship with a guy for more than a year!

'Why now?' she wondered to herself often while thinking about him. Yes! these days she thought about him and not her bf! This disturbed her, she tried focussing her thoughts on her bf, but ended up comparing them both! John was better than her bf in every step! It made her sad, thinking why didnt she met him before. Thinking about her bf, her one year long relationship, the happy times, she strongly thought to herself, she wasnt going to let this sudden new feeling affect her one year long relationship!

She had been having fights with her bf right from the day she started spending time with John. She behaved arrogantly, rudely. Talking to him and suddenly going silent. When asked for a reason she simply cut the call. She was very different these days with her bf. She didnt like his company anymore! It was someone else that she was thinking of. Whenever her bf tried to ask her something, she fired at him verbally, making him quiet. It was not him that she wanted any longer! Later she felt guilty about her behaviour but was afraid of her true feelings coming out. She didnt want to hurt him either! He was a great guy, but............

She told herself she wont meet John again, or reply back his texts, or talk to him for long hours, or hang out with him ever! She wasnt supposed to do all this! It was like a sin. She couldnt cheat on her bf! Neither could she break off with him.... after all she had met John just a month ago. She took a deep breathe and took her cellphone out. Yes, she would call her bf and say sorry for her recent behaviour. He will forgive her. They will be happy again. There was no place for John in her life...

Just when her cellphone beeped. It was John.
"U free tomoro mornin??"
she immidiately replied, "yup..m free! :)"

"Joinin me tomoro @ marine drive? Early mornin... just lik last tym? ;)"

"oh sure! thts gr8! :D"

"K.. wil pik u up frm ur place @ 6.30am! B ready..n b on tym!"

"okay.. I'l b ready! :)"

"cya tomoro den.. :)"

"yep.. gn!"

"btw... wear tht red sweater, its gonna b cold at tht tym, plus u look fab in it! :D"

"okay! :D"

she blushed... forgot about the call she had to make. She headed to her wardrobe with a smile on her face... looking for that red sweater!!

I want You

2012-01-10T00:16:00.000+05:30

Hello Darlings!!

I had written this poem around 3 years back for my Sister with whom i had a fight and we were not on talking terms.... Thought of sharing it here...

I want to be with you,
but your millions of miles away.
i wish you would call just to ask about my day.
it would make things so much better if i could hear you voice,
I guess i can't complain too much, after all this was my choice.
i wish i could hold you in my arms and look in to your eyes.
i promise i will always be true to you and never tell you lies.
its so hard to go to sleep without you by my side.
my tears are the only thing ill ever try to hide.
i lie awake in bed as the tears stream down my face,
they keep going until the hit my pillow case.

I Miss You...

You can visit me at My Creations-The Way To Me

It's all about giving, giving and giving.....!

2012-01-08T17:24:00.002+05:30

The art of giving.

Wonderful topic to end the year but before my thoughts start flowing, a big Thank you to the admins for coming up with such insightful topics for discussions. Not only do these topics help making the darling to darling bond and the DOV to reader bond stronger but also help darlings individually, in discovering one's lost spirit and realizing the very true person we all used to be, before getting engaged into all the rush and hush of the world.

With every single topic announced here, I try to remember and write with my true spirit, the spirit with which I was born and try to forget the bad spirit this cruel world and life had made out of that pure soul.

Giving is a very strong word and includes a wide scope of explaining what it actually means. Giving is simply giving. Imparting something to a living soul or to this world, that was once yours or you were once related with and now you chose somebody to be it's sole owner. Give somebody a smile and see the magic of it spreading it on the other person's face. Give somebody a hug and sense the happiness you will make that other person feel by doing it. Give a needy beggar a coin and see the genuine smile you will receive. Give a child a candy and see the love you will be showered the next moment. It's all about giving, giving and giving...!

But then, it's also important as to what you are giving. As we all are well versed so let's not venture into that side, let's just celebrate the topic with the spirit we all are bound on Darlings Of Venus. Let's venture into Women and Giving.

Women is to giving or let's say Giving is to Women. Since childhood we girls are taught, give and so shall you receive. Giving is what we learn from our mothers. They give us our daily meals, hence we girls become their better servers once we grow up. The way they serve our family members, we do the same.We give our smiles, our love, our care, our time, our devotion to every single person in our life. But we never use the harsh word, Give, because we simply just don't Give, under some copulsion or fear, but we love to Give. Hence we call it Loving and not Giving.

The time till we are married, we Give love and happiness to our parents, siblings, friends and relatives and after we are married, we Give love and happiness to our new parents, friends and relatives. The fact of leaving our home bothers but the spirit of Giving is not bothered. It doesn't matters to us as to whom we are giving, what matters to us is whether we are giving or not. Women imbibes power to win over all just by giving love. We love to give and this giving is not at all done in some expectation of getting something in return. Trust me, whenever you are served by a woman, she's not expecting something in return, even if she complains of not being served in return. Women posses little or no pride where love is concerned. Pride ia a quality often on their lips, but not apparent in their actions.

It's the nature of Women to be so. We don't complain, we are simply made to Give and not to expect something to accept. We love to give Love and surely do we love when given back something in Love. That's why it is said, only a little of His love is required to woo a her while all of Her is required to woo Him.

Now to wind up, forgive me if I hadn't been able to convey my thoughts well or if I did stray away from the topic, (It's been long since I have written so pardon me for being away from DOV and Blogging. Also am sorry for writing so late on the topic of discussion). All I wanted to state was to celebrate the pure giving nature of a Women. Proud to be a girl.

Happy New Year to all the readers.

Smita

My parents are STILL on facebook.

2012-01-07T12:00:00.004+05:30

While the whole world has moved on from Facebook to twitter, there are some people who are still trying to get the hang of Facebook. Don't believe me? Read on!

I started using Facebook properly only in 2010. And by properly I mean stalking people, checking their 'exotic trip to the island' photos, trying to guess who her boyfriend was in the group photo, checking out her sari and makeup in her wedding photos (and bitching about it because I wasn't invited), secretly being jealous of all those who were vacationing in Greece and Swiss Alps and liking every damn thing in my path. Phew! Did I miss anything? No? Okay then!

Before all this, I only had an account, a dummy account. We had no access to internet in office and I worked close to 12 hours a day including weekends. We would spend hours in office making fun of "those people" who seemed to find it impossible to go about their day without sharing every second of their life on fb.. Updating their status messages every other second, posting photos everyday.. I thought I would never ever do that until i discovered it was only a lack of internet connection that was stopping me. So it was no surprise when I jumped onto the bandwagon with the rest of the guys.. it went on for a while.. was fun, entertaining, great way to catch up on gossip.. until.....

.... my parents ( read plural ) were on FB...

Initial shock led to some real good fun ( kidding!... about the shock part not the fun part )

Dad - What is this wall? What does wall mean? Hey is this your profile? Show me your friends list.. I want to see...what was that girl's name.. in school? That girl... who always got first rank..? Hey this guy is that guy.. he dint give those farewell photos.. that guy right?.. What was his name? Hey she looks the same! where is she now.. what is she doing?

Who is this boy? Why is he commenting on your pics? Who is this boy? And this? Why are there so many boys? (By now I am pulling my hair out)

Okay okay no more boy questions but what is this wall?

Thats my dad - A hundred questions, no patience to wait for answers, and Me- no patience to answer.

But he got the hang of it pretty quick, his list of friends is increasing day by day and threatning to take over my number! Apart from ocassionally worrying and questioning me about some weird status message that I put up, my dad is a very cool friend to have on my list. Much much better than my mom.

Ok here we go. Mom. On facebook. BIG mistake.

1. She forgets the id with which she should login. Reason being she has so many accounts. (one yahoo + one gmail = too many to remember)

2. The moment she logs in, she'll call me, and the doubts begin.

"Ok last time. now tell me.... how do I go to my wall?"

"Is this my wall or your wall?"

"If I am on my wall, why am I seeing your updates?"

"But I see your updates on your wall also!"

"How do i post on your wall? (grinning) I used the right word na.. posting na.. correct?"

Just break the damn wall already!

(shouting from the hall.. and am in my room)

mom - ok after commenting, what am I supposed to do?

me - (confused irritated expression) what do you mean? log off, browse, do whatever you want!

mom - I want to see the comment I put...

me - (grumble and get up) you are supposed to click on 'post comment'.. only then it will be posted na.. obvious na...

mom - ok where is it.. I cant see...

me - Mommmmm!!! scroll down!!!!

mom - ok ok dont shout.. ok done.. thats all..?

Trust me. She enjoys me screaming at her.

3. She has 11 friends. That includes all our family.

4. She wants to learn to upload pictures.. it takes me 2 days to teach her after which she promptly forgets. And calls me when am on the way to a movie with doubts. I come home and end up selecting and uploading all the pics. ( Though I crib, we spend many happy hours wasting time together *grin* )

5. And as if to prove my point, she just called me and said "Hey it seems Uma aunty commented on some photos.. check and tell me.. and reply to them.. bye"

So they are on Facebook. They are all over my blog. And now my mom wants to learn twitter. God save me!

We Women....Little hard , little easy.

2012-01-07T11:04:00.002+05:30

Incident 1

"The one thing I don't enjoy doing with you is eating",he said.

"Eating? Why? Because I don't eat much?",she was surprised with this sudden conclusion jump of his'.

"No, not because of that",he still kept it short.

"Then?",she was now more curious to know the real reason.

"I don't enjoy eating with you because when I eat from your plate you don't eat from mine in return", came his explanation.

"What...But I don't eat not that I don't want to but because I never feel the urge to eat anything from your plate. I never felt that I should eat from yours because I feel well content with whatever I have in my plate."she replied back.

"Yea.that I know. That you don't mind people eating from your plate but when the other person doesn't does the same with me I feel a bit awkward.",came his explanation.

"But that's formality you see that's not being frank with the person you are with. And come-on. it's been more than 3 years that we have been together but still you said this. Totally unexpected.",and the conversation ended with both of them not talking for few minutes.

These men think we don't do what we feel like doing. But that's not the case. We have our limits and we women are well satiated with whatever we are provided with, at times of-course, leave aside the jewellery and shopping stuff but these men, they think that we don't feel content like they never are.

Incident 2

"Hey", and he slapped her, though it was just as if he touched his hand on her face, a very swift slap it was but it was a slap!

She smiled,"Why do you always have to slap me, huh",she asked.

"Just like that. I love slapping you actually",came the clever answer with the wicked smile.

"Your cheeks are simply so chubby that I can't really hold my hands back from slapping you. Please please allow me to give you one tight one na, I always hit you softly, let's go for a hard one na Please.",he requested.

"One tight slap!",she freaked.

"No, are you mad. No ways. I allow you to slap me doesn't mean you can actually slap me!",she backed out.

"Please na, in return you too can slap me. Promise. I won't say anything. Slap me as many times as you want to. I won't be offended, I promise",and he lifted her hand to touch his cheeks, telling her she had the liberty to slap him now.

She backed her hand backwards.

"No! Why would I slap you",she giggled, though she was scared too as she knew he was a guy who could do anything and right now all she needed to be afraid of, was his idea of slapping her!

"But I always hit you na, so you too please hit me too na. I will feel good! Come-on, don't be scared of me",he joked!

"Noo...I don't feel like hitting you that's why I don't do it. Am not scared of anybody, especially you!", she replied.

"Really, you are not scared of me!",he asked.

"Yes, am not!",came the reply

And then came another slap, a tight one this time!

Why men think we women are weak or afraid of showing them our strength. Of-course we are physically not so strong as they are but the little incidents,like the one mentioned above, where we are pushed to show our strength are not really the deciding stages as to how much strong we women are, as we Women symbolizes Love and support.:)

We Women are made to shower love, bound purity of soul and spread happiness. We have it in our nature to absorb all the pain and we are blessed with the magical power to convert it into blissful happy notes of life.

Don't Love Me Anymore

2012-01-03T21:08:00.000+05:30

I was standing before my School Church alone. The First bell had gone and I should have been running towards my class, but I was scared...I didn't want to go back. They would be there. My entire so-called group of friends. They had shunned me and abandoned me, for no reason. I had stooped low, begged for friendship, company and an explanation. None was given to me. But like always, I didn't utter a word, not a single tear...I was too timid to counteract, to question. I was used to acting without questioning anyway. I turned back to the closed doors of the Church, closing my eyes tightly and asking God to give me some self-esteem, but He was busy listening to the smarter people next to me. I sighed and turned to walk away.

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"Hey, chal main tere saath chalti hoon." [Here, I'll walk with you] Sreeja said. She was in my class...and we had struck a silent friendship. She offered her hand and I took it like the proverbial straw. Things changed then. I completely left my group and started hanging out with Sreeja and her friends. My other friends commented, "Jaa na be tu, usi ke saath reh poorey din. Why do you even come near us?" [Eh, Go away no, you. Stay with her whole day]. I as usual had been trying to amend whatever unknown things I had done and was shooed away like a stray dog. At home I was lonely, now at school I had no one. But then I saw Sreeja waving at me...and I got up and walked up to her. Her friends loved me. 12th Grade had brought me closer to her. But at home, my mother saw how terribly lonely I was. I broke down before her, on my knees I cried. My mother couldn't do anything except look at me crumbling. Loneliness, Depression, my mother didn't know the terms...but she could see, how terribly wronged I was.

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She let me close to Sreeja. Sreeja had saved me from the most disastrous social death.

This was almost 7 years back. We stood by each other through severe tests of time. I was her strength, she was my weakness. We passed always. Never, ever, I had thought, that the time would change something in me, that would question my belief in the word *Best Friend*.

She met her guy. Every time I came down to Bhopal, if she was there, I used to meet her....and I met her guy then. She was smitten. In love with him. He obviously loved her too...I was proud of him. No, this isn't about Him or Her or even me. This is about just Sreeja and me. I started to drift away. I was so caught up in my college life, I couldn't talk to her everyday. I felt guilty. I told her so. She never thought otherwise, though on one occasion she did mention that I had changed, had become colder. I justified my actions (of not texting or calling her daily) as being occupied too much. However, whenever she called me or if I did, when I felt guilty or when I had balance, it never felt like there was something amiss. Honestly though, sometimes I felt, I wasn't giving my 100%. I used to have this feeling that anyone who comes to our lives comes for a short time, to show us a way and when that purpose is over, they leave. I had a feeling that Sreeja will also drift away, but I knew I wanted it to happen. Because...I wasn't feeling happy. Earlier the things I used to feel for her, I worked towards them genuinely. Now, when I call her, I force myself so that she isn't hurt or doesn't feel that I am ignoring her.

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I do love her, but I don't feel it anymore. I would jump before a train if it touches her, but that would be more like I...I would do it out of habit, out of the need to protect her, but...I am confused. I usually sort out my feelings on my own...but this has been bothering me for a while. I have two choices - either I keep the way things are going, occasionally texting and calling her, letting things be OR let myself drift away. I don't know and I need something, anything to assure me that with time, I will accept this too as a part of life. Am I being too analytical or practical? What should I do?

Interview with the Birthday Girl- Dragon aka Priyanka

2011-12-31T23:50:00.001+05:30

She wanted her interview to be up on her birthday month.. We know her as the Dragon or Pinx.. Known as the bindaas Dragon or skinny Dragon and also DIGS, she came on to give the longest interview on Darlings of Venus and show us the multi dimensions of her personality.. Read on to know more about her..

Maithili: hey priyanka, welcome to the interview!

Priyanka: ok so is thisofficially starting

Maithili: yes this is the official starting!

Priyanka: word of advice, pleasedo spell check before this goes up I'm horrible with spellings on chats

Maithili: I always do :)

Priyanka: ok now please do bear in mind

that this poor soulhas lost her phone and is feeling all lonely

and sad sono tricky questions

Maithili: That is entirely up to me madame :)

Priyanka: damn it I thought I could use that card one last time beforethis year ends

Maithili Hehe now you can't now :) So let's start with yourblog name.. Coloring life purple all the way.. So what all have you colored purple?

Priyanka: ok...well I have coloured my walls purple, my name tag at myoffice desk, my I phone's case, my wallet, a huge chunk of my wardrobe and accessoriescollection and my blog in various shades of it and I hear that I’m also shadingsome other blogs purple of late ;)

anything that I seepurple you can place a bet I'll have it, from bathroom chappals to a purpleCivic

anythingand everything

Maithili So tell me in one word the connection between you and purple..What's that you identify with the color?

Priyanka: royalty

Maithili That was a good answer :)

Priyanka: thanks m'lord :P

Maithili Moving on, why are you called Pinx then?

Priyanka: ok I'm called a lot of names but I do hate it when peopleshorten my name to Pri or Priya...some of my closest friends call me Pinku,my nose goes all pink when I cry or get really angry...well it used to when Iused to be on the fairer side when I was younger. Guess that shortened to Pinxsomewhere along the line

Maithili Now tell me what is the reason you callyourself dragon in the skin of goat?

Priyanka: OK. I think lots ofpeople have asked me this and I like the cool name it got me DIGS :P...but Idiverge. most of you know that I'm very fiery and some of you do acknowledgethe courage and the strength the dragon has always been this inspiring creatureto me and added with the air of mysticism there was a very strong appeal for meto chose to be a dragon girl :D on the goat, it's

a) because I m a capriand super-duper one at it

b) I can be veryvery meek and cute like the goats at times

c) When some peoplesee me, they see a petite girl, some think she is vulnerable so needs to beprotected, others think she is one teensy little thing who can be stepped overanytime. Both times they awaken the dragon in me and she can be quiteintimidating at times

Maithili well that's quite a story behind your name..Howdid you land into blogosphere?

Priyanka: I loved writing when I was growing up I would score thehighest in class on my essays

I'd writeabout anything and everything I used to have this favourite spot on my terracewhere I would sit in the evenings and write short stories mostly fiction butin college I let that take a back seat then work happened and I got really busymaking a career out of it I couldn't spend much time for hobbies for sometimeand I really wanted to get back to that, couple of my friends who had read mystuff said it would be a good idea to start blogging I started in 2008 but thenI got bugged this year has been a year of revelations to me and I thought Imight as well start that again...I haven't even gotten to 40 percent of what Iused to be like with words before but I hope to get there in 2012. For nowthe pen and paper seem to be my best buds and Maith fair warning, 4 years ofengineering made me extra good with essay type questions so my answers will beextra long

Maithili This turns out to be a short story my dear :) Don'tworry I m good at editing by now :)

Maithili so tell me which was the weakest moment of yourlife..

Priyanka: hmm...I slapped somebody who mattered somuch to me over something not-so trivial

this wasabout 4 years ago

Maithili why do u feel you were weak there?

Priyanka: because that's not me, getting physical and letting go of myselflike that publicly was humiliating to me and that person

Maithili Do you forgive people when they regret their mistakes or you holdthe grudge for life time?

Priyanka: I don't forgive easily, I might forget after a time butforgiveness is something I keep hidden deep down I do hold a grudge butnot for a life time, nobody is worth that much of my time

Maithili That's the attitude :)

Tell me what's the quickest way to your heart?

Priyanka: being sincere andpuppy-dog eyes

Maithili That means you value honesty a lot.. What wouldyou do if someone uses lies to get to you, but really does value you in his/herlife..

Priyanka: if somebody does value anybody in life, they will shed thelies sometime we all have lied, for different reasons and under differentcircumstances.I don't think it's a sin to lie and I don't banish people out ofmy life for lying but I do value people who can be sincere with and around me. Ican't stand fake people

Maithili what do you feel is better, using bad words to vent out anger orusing one's cunningness to get even but keeping a sweet façade and why?

Priyanka: ok I'm a binary person, I don't believe in being half and half. Ialso don't like grey for this reason cussing is something which relievesmy tension at times while at other times smoldering inside and delivering theblow at the right time has its benefits too. I don't think either are better orgood. they just are necessary at times for some people who could do with a hi5,in the face, with a chair ;)

eh did I answerthe above question in that answer?

Maithili:Your answer talks abouthow you would deal and not how you would want to be treated.

Priyanka: well I do believe in'do unto others as you wish others to do unto you'

now doesthat answer it?

Maithili yes! if u had the choice to be reborn as an animal, whichanimal would u want to b?

Priyanka: if not a dragon, a black jaguar

Maithili why?

Priyanka: I don't think I need to repeat the dragon sermon again, but I'llexplain the Jag.

I loved Bageera when Iwas a kid but then the black jag appeals to me a LOT!!! It's classy, sleek,elegant (both the car and the animal that is) and I've always wanted to lookstraight into the eyes of a black panther and stare right back holding myground

I do hopeI can do that before the world ends!!!

Maithili wow you have already thought of this answer

Priyanka: well it is my favoriteanimal but no I hadn't thought of at least putting the answer this way

im-promptuit was

Maithili what similarities do u share with the other Priyanka aka PeeVee

Priyanka: ok I have a post onthat on my blog. she's soooooooooo good with words. sometimes I wannacheat and make her wanna write my posts, I used to be that good with words. weboth love cliches, chocs, randomness and yes our names we are twins withoutsharing the DNA but I think we share the passion for a good read and somequality time with friends, family and extended family (read animals)

Maithili: ok here we take abreak..

Priyanka : Alright

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Maithili chalo since I hv found u online

lemme start wid rapid fire first!

Priyanka: is too late to goinvisible?

Maithili yes

Priyanka: bring it on

Maithili alright so be quick and answer in one word :)

Priyanka: I'll try it's pathologicallynot possible but I'll try my best

Maithili good, rest will be edited :D

Priyanka: why am I notsurprised?

Maithili because you know this is an interview and notyour biography: D

Priyanka: but please be aware my keyboard is a little screwed up so someof the keys need a little extra love so do account for that in the answeringtime

Maithili alright..before my net gives up: P lemme start!

Priyanka: hey my biography willbe in purple

Maithili ok since u r not listening: P what makes you proud of yourself?

Priyanka: my confidence

Maithili what feature of yours you would want yourfuture child to have (physical that is)

Priyanka: my waist line

Maithili one thing you love about being an adult

Priyanka: having the money tobuy as many candies as I want that was lame but I really don't like being anadult :(

Maithili aww.. what was the most precious thing to youwhen your were a kid?

Priyanka: my kuala teddy. he was prefect..grey surebut he was perfect

Maithili what was the best vacation you had till date and with whom?

Priyanka: my stay in UK thisApril with my loved one

Maithili :D

one aspect of your loved one that you reallywant to change

Priyanka: stop being so annoyingly practical a girldeserves some romance

Maithili celebrity you fantasized about as a teenager

Priyanka: my mind is blank at this but it can't be the case. ARjun Ramphalis the best bet

Maithili wow this was completely unexpected: O

Priyanka: really!!!

Maithili have u been ditched by a guy?

Priyanka: very much yes

Maithili something about you that your parents have NOidea of!

Priyanka: when I actuallystarted dating

Maithili what is the first thing that attracts u to theopposite sex?

Priyanka: good diction

Maithili person who most influenced the way you are

Priyanka: nobody..it's been mewho had taught me

Maithili do you have any phobias? if yes then what?

Priyanka: Acrophobia: fear of height

Maithili what do you enjoy most about being a girl?

Priyanka: the fact that I can have 267 pairs of shoes and still feel Idon't have the right pair of silver pumps when I need them.. the list isalways endless

Maithili what do you think is most girly about you?

Priyanka: I love tiny things and I can't but help say'awww so cute, I wan I wan'..I even have the shoe collection from my barbiespreserved because they are so cute and young ones of any species, even if theyare lizards (yuck) are so adorable

Maithili now that’s avery girlie side of the bindaas dragon!

Priyanka: aha aha

Maithili : mumma's girl or daddy's darling?

Priyanka: neither actually butif I had to pick one I'd say I talk more to my mother than father

Maithili :) so that makes you little bit of mumma's girl :)

Priyanka: maybe but I see her with my sis and I know what mumma's girlactuallly means

power cut:(

Maithili oh lord I m so glad we r done with rapid fire :)

that was a fiery rapid fire :)

Priyanka: achievement! I didn't stumble on any

Maithili fiery in speed: P and madame your girlie side was quite arevelation!

Maithili ok.. so now the last ones...

Priyanka: drum roll

Maithili Tell me the qualities you were looking for inyour partner and how much do they match with your special someone

Priyanka: ok he has to be a male version of me, liberal, confident,understanding, intellectual and hard core romantic

my guy.... eh 3 out ofthe five I’ve said here

Maithili: This month'sdiscussion was about the art of giving and being your birthday this is the perfectquestion to ask, "What is the best gift you have received so far(shouldnot be a person) and what makes it so special ?

Priyanka: I once received a box full of gifts from a friend, it had a lotof things: chocs, stuffed toy, accessories,stationery, cosmetics, a poem,tagged with a label and each said why that gift had been given to me. The giftmade me smile and made me cry; made me smile because I actually got somethingwhich wasn't straight out of a counter, made me cry that I had somebody in mylife who was that thoughtful and wonderful. I've already told about my fixationwith tiny things and this box had loads of them. It was so very personal anddidn't feel materialistic at all. It to date remains my best gift ever.

Maithili: Haveyou ever thought of or attempted to kill yourself?

Priyanka Haven't we all at some point in our lives? With what I havegone through so far, there have been times when I've been so dejected with lifethat this thought has occurred several times to me. I've always said feelinglonely is worse than being lonely and whenever I feel lonely I do think ofthat. Sometimes I want to wait for the night to pass and the dawn to arrivesometimes I'm just plain lazy and don't try anything stupid.

Maithili:When you look back into the years, what is the biggest mistake you have made?

Priyanka I've trusted some people too fast and I'veleft those experiences ruin my other relationships. I do have trust issues now,I used to be an easy going extrovert who isn't really an introvert now but is alittle wary around people. Everybody judges and I shouldn't have beaten myselfabout it, but I did and it's caused me a lot of pain and still does. Ishouldn't have let my happiness be ruled by others but I did.

Maithili:.If your life so far is documented, what would you like the lastlines to be?

Priyanka Lifeis very simple; we humans tend to complicate it. The greatest mistake you canmake in life is to continually fear you will make one. Never regret anything,because at one point you wanted it. Live and let live.

MaithiliBeing your birthday and also the first day of the year, what do you wish thisyear to give you?

Priyanka I'vebeen going through a lot lately. 2012 I'm told is the year of the Dragon and Icouldn't hope but believe it. It's gonna be a year of changes, big ones at it,but before that even happens, I need to find my inner peace.I wish this year would restore love in my life the way it is meant to be and Ifinally decide the path I'll choose for my life ahead.

MaithiliIs there anything that you would like to tell the darlings at venus?

Priyanka Darlings and FL, it's been a great journey inthe past 3 months here at D.O.V. I've earned your respect, got your love andshared your minds. I couldn't have asked for more :D. Oh wait I can ask,comment on my posts!!! The last post had only 2 comments, lazy lazy people

Thanks Maith for this and everything so far at D.O.V. It's a wonderful B'daygift, will show you my appreciation personally when we meet :D :D :D. Thanks toMSM, Keirthana, Ads, V, PV, Red, Chan, Khusboo and Spiff for being such darlingsto me, you guys have made me feel so warm and welcomed, I consider myself luckyto have come across you guys and your blogs :D

Thank you Priyanka for this wonderful interview on your birthday..

Now darlings, time to sing the birthday song for our dear dragon / Pinx

Happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you,

happy birthday dear Pinx,

happy birthday to you...

From old friends and new,
May good luck be with you
and happiness tooo !!

Here's your purple Birthday cake!

The small gifts.

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Sorry darlings, I've been missing from the scene since a long time. But all of us here know that feeling, where all you want to do is sit and ponder, the place where you want to be alone all the time, that feeling which eats you up. Yes, I've been going through it lately. Now, I'm fine. Better. Healing.

This month's topic has to be my favourite till date. I'm just like every other girl. I adore gifts. And by gifts I mean small things, that convey all your feelings. It maybe just a cup of coffee from your loved one when you're sick, a caress on your cheek to show some support, a little hug when you're about to break down. Yes, all these cost more than a Harry Winston ring or a Chanel dress to me. When you get all these things without asking for it, how awesome it would feel. So, in my post, I'll break down the art of giving that differs from person to person. We all can put it into practice from tomorrow, a new day, a new year.

The gifts we can give :

To Mum : A helping hand, a supporting hug and a little less torture for new clothes and shoes.

To Dad : Keeping the promise to return by the curfew time.

To Sister : Sharing. From the top she likes from our wardrobe to the chocolate we get for ourselves.

To Brother : Giving up on remote control when he needs to watch his football matches.

To Grand-mom : Less fights and a lot of love.

To Grand-dad : Just taking out a little time out of our busy lives to ask about his health and his wants.

To Friend : Less ego problems and more outings.

To that special one : Some more deeper feelings and less blame-games.

Yes, this is all I can say. This is all I can give. This is all that I need.

Sorry if you find this post inappropriate or short or not even worthy of being called a post. But this is all I can come up with, because this is a part of me.

Happy holidays!