“There’s always a woman waiting for you.”

“There’s always a woman waiting for you.”

This is something every guy would love to here.

No I m not talking about Katrina Kaif in a bridal suit waiting for you to come rock her world.

I am talking about something much better.

There has always been a woman waiting for you. When you returned from school, your mom would be there. Or your grandmother. Patiently around the door, making herself busy, but she would be there. Almost every single day. She would have her eyes on your usual time of return.

And she still waits for you. When you come home from out of town.

For a lot of men who have grown up in life, there is one more woman waiting for you : your wife or girlfriend.

Isn’t it one of the greatest joys of life.
To have someone expecting you, welcoming you.

I always feel there should be a purpose of every post I write.

The purpose of this post is to remind me ( and others, if I may) of this wonderful gesture of all the important women in our lives, and to appreciate it, more often.



P.S. Here are some examples of corporatization of this wonderful emotion : The smiling flight attendant when you enter the aircraft, The woman at the reservation counter of a hotel or that secretary outside the boss’s cabin. ( I dunno why I had to write this, but I just did)

Colors

This thought came to when I read something from Avinash Maurya that "when we were children, colors were just colors.. sigh!"
Is it truely ?
Is color just a color for us ?
When I see around, A color is an accessory.
I've never seen Red Color ever , per se.
Yes, I've seen a Red Bike, a Red KFC Poster, Red colored blood, but never Red in itself.
And the reason why I say color is an accessory because, the meaning of Red changes for me depending on what its on : a bike, a poster or blood.
And you know what, even a kids when we were taught this concept of colors in the first place it was never as colors as themselves.
I can almost hear me and KG class chanting after my teacher.
"Sky is Blueee, Tree is Green..."
(Ahh lovely memory!! )
This post is not to negate a dear friend, but to share a thought. (Which I think I am the first one in the world to have, at least I would like the kid in me to believe that)
Hey that last line kinda made sense because today is Nov 14.
Happy Children's Day.

Pancakes

Is there that one perfect breakfast ( Hobby, job or partner) in our life, that once we find it, we don't need anything else ? And if there is one, isn't it ironic that the only way to find this one thing u are gonna stick to forever is keep on trying new stuff ? Or should we settle with what we find first ?

I know a guy

I know a guy,
who finds it often, tough to get by..
He'z in a flux,
he'z always trying, to try his luck.

These crossroads, he revisits often
Trying to weigh carefully, his two simple options.

Hold on to his cards,
or move on for better ones.
That's the eternal trade,
Many have faced this two faced gun..

Its a gamble after all,
with both the devil and angel
at your shoulder, waiting for the call.

I know a guy,
who finds it often, tough to get by..