Diary of misswhistleblower 02http://misswhistleblower.rediffiland.com/Diary of misswhistleblower 02en-usCHANGENever thought I would perceive

Reason in riots

Faithfulness in unfaithfulness

A beginning to every end

Realism in idealism.

I remember many blue skies merging with yellow sun.

In no way sensed the same sky would

Turn black and dusty ;Vicious and vile

My unreliable head

Forgetting nothing is steady

]]>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 10:51:09 +0530http://misswhistleblower.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/30/CHANGE-1.htmlFlower on Her Hair

Marigold, roses, jasmine

Tassel, studs, colorful

Chipped nails, faded polish

She is anything but groomed

With a bag full of baggage

She ain't any ordinary women

She dresses up to dress down

That's how she stays alive

Her spirit died long ago, she says

And her soul - shook up to react no more

With flowers on her hair,

She charmed my weary eyes

Long after she passed me by

The fragrance of irony remained..

PS: This poem is about a sex worker who I came in contact with through Ashodaya, an NGO that works with them.

]]>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:44:04 +0530http://misswhistleblower.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/26/Flower-on-Her-Hair.htmlRandom People!Lets call him 'I.' First, we were neighbors and then we realized we both go to the same area for work. We leave the house and get off from work about the same time, so it turn out we were spending more time with each other than we both would have liked. He was a good-looking guy no doubt. But I've never been attracted to him physically. He plays the guitar and sings well, so we ended up having many house parties where he would belt out renditions of many bands from the 70's. Something we all enjoyed thoroughly. He had lots of girl friends out of which many were hopeful girlfriends. I knew and he used to tell me as well, that, Most of them hated me thinking I was one of them . I dint care much then, because to me he was a good friend and thats all mattered.

But, I consider myself very intuitive and every time I am around him I get this really uneasy feeling. In spite of us considering each other as best friends and confide many things between us, I often get this really bad aura when he is around. I used to brushed it off thinking perhaps am just being stupid. Then, I went away to another place for a couple of months. When I returned, he left the neighborhood and moved in with his friends. We lost touch with each other after that.

About a year later I went to a friends party where I was introduced to a stranger. As we were being introduced to each other she cheekily smiled at me and said ' I know her". Amazed I asked her if we had met before. She replied No, but I know all about you." She knew where I work, where I live. What I like, what I don't and most horrifying is that she happened to know some embarrassing incidences in detail. My head begin to spin; I was angry and confused, not to mentioned being totally let down. I went quite with shocked when she spoke, hey relax, I know your friend ' I' very well. He used to tell us all about you guys. Us? Who is "us', I asked this time filled with anger.. well, me and my friends and his friends, her smiled froze on her face when I left. Few days later I met a common friend who whispered " it's a pity things dint worked out between you and I". That was it; I couldn't care more or less how many people he must have spoken about me. What was his intention only he knows.. So much for being a ' Friend'. As for me, ever since, I wished I had a delete button where I could delete people I don't want to be associated for the rest of my life - People with cruel intentions. That's why I call him 'I. 'I' stand for 'Idiot". No less!

This Holi I bumped into 'I' almost after 3 years. He ran towards me with wide-open arms, screaming where have you disappeared sweetheart. AS if nothing had changed. I looked through to him and smile wryly. He was taken aback. 'Hey, what happened? He followed me. I turn back and asked him " Have you ever met somebody and wished you had never met that person?

]]>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 12:35:51 +0530http://misswhistleblower.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/24/Random-People.htmlThe Great Indian Experience!An Australian friend Visiting India for the first time had plenty to say. The most amusing Indian experience according to him happened the night they were invited by the president of India to Rashterapati Bhavan . Most of the delegates were apparently very excited looking forward to the evening of live band music and fine dining. As they entered the huge hall to meet the President, most of them couldn't control themselves laughing, looking at a huge embellish chair, where the tiny president sat on one corner. As everyone settled down, the band party apparently came marching in. According to my friend, they all thought they would be entertained with some Indian classical music but to their amusement, the first song the band party sang was "Que sera sera". As if that was not enough to crack the foreign delegates, the band party presented their second song, " I just called to say I love you". The delegates from around the world were entertained truly, he said. The only thing that was 100% Indian was the food, which apparently kept him up whole night.]]>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 11:45:54 +0530http://misswhistleblower.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/20/The-Great-Indian-Experience.htmlBlogasm

I admit I am one of those who have got badly infected by the blogging bug. Believe me I am definitely not proud of it. My social life has taken a severe beating. As a result of sitting long hours in front of my PC, my eyes is brutally strained and my back..ahhhhh its been aching for as long as I can remember. The worst thing about all this is, I know the reason and yet I still do it to Me. Why? Dont ask.....

For the past few years, the first thing I do in the morning is reach out for my laptop. My virtual friends have become my world. I guess living on my own has drawn me further into virtual reality. One where I can be who I am without letting the world know the real me. One where I can be brutally honest and yet not be judged. It has made me so comfortable, I am afraid; I have gone beyond all limits. Picture this! I already blog actively in 4 other sites. Got a flickr and photobuket account. Work full time. And I've just signed up rediff iland Sigh..

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