I finally figured it out and its my responsibility to share this secret recipe with the rest of the world. Whenever a husband communicates with his wife, he must remember these 3 rules: 1) Say it with love; 2) Say it softly; 3) Say it again… I bet you will never have a communication problem again.. for all the marital bliss for eternity.. All the best to you.
Ahem! … I finally figured out why Men like their cars more than Women..
- Because a car carefully ‘listens’ to the driver, simply follow his command actions without a hesitation;
- Tries to comfort him all the time with only the “possible/available” resources;
- He can lower the windows anytime for fresh air to stroke his hair affectionately and solace him “silently”;
- He can click a button any time to know where his car is;
- He can drink a beer while still sitting inside the car;
- … and many more.. Please add if you have any points.
WARNING: The above logic doesn’t apply to your ladylove. In fact, Love is always beyond logic, mortals!
Thanks for reading.
Not to sound philosophical, I started to dislike getting stuck in an endless routine.. And what better time than a weekend to vent your gripe?
Contrary to the Karmic philosophy which says a soul takes multiple births based on its bad deeds, I strongly believe the next birth, if at all, is given only to people who do good things here… If you are of the types sung in this folk, you won’t get a chance to be here again… Enjoy this half-minute song:
Its not what you do. Its all about how you do it that matters. Every key opens the lock, but how should your personal key look like? ఎనిమిది డాలర్లిస్తే సొట్ట తాళం చెవికి సొగసు కాపీలు రెడీ! అందులో అందులోనే మళ్ళీ ఆంగ్లంలో వేదాంతం కూడానూ !!! 🙂
Whatever you do, be yourself and be unique.
I don’t want to go back in time and relive my life making different choices than that made me what I am today.
You may wonder why. If you can go back in time, you can consciously avoid the mistakes you did, you can make better choices, end up in a better position, so why not? Haha, thats where I am different. Its not that my life was/is filled with roses.
But still, I somehow like the way I have gone thru it all. I liked that pain in the ass. I liked those pleasures on the beach. I loved everyone who touched my heart. I admire the people who loved me in spite of my short comings. Looking back now, I started loving those who ever even hated me.
Wow. It was and is a wonderful life you know. If I go back and change at least a minutest of those things, then this entire path will differ and I may never get to see those flowers I have already seen, those cute faces, those sunsets and sunrises, those seashores and valleys, those daemons in the dark alleys, those few successes and the many failures, those wonderful strangers I have met in the remotest of places and the thoughts we have shared, those unbelievably nice men who are otherwise so unnoticeably common but are angels from my tiny past.. oh! They are what all made me what I am today. I can be grateful to them only by not reliving in a different way. So, I don’t want a Time Machine. No, thanks.