• This post is a part of the ‘Shave or Crave’ movement in association with BlogAdda.com

    ‘How you would make men crave so that they get rid of their evening stubble’.

    Facial hair of a male.
    Facial hair of a male. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    I hate men with whiskers and  I was most upset when Hubby dear  let his stubble grow and grow so much that he was mistaken for a terrorist on the loose ( this was post Operation Blue Star). My daughters too watched with dismay as their once dapper father  squeezed out the coffee from his beard and wiped the butter off his whiskers. “Mama make him shave” they begged, so one day we marched him off to the barber’s and got him to clean up.

    What is it about men and facial hair? Macho as a man may look, there’s nothing more uncomfortable than nuzzling up to a five o’clock  shadow. And there’s nothing a man likes less than being told what to do especially if you tell him to get rid of his poky stubble.

    So what would you do to make a man shave
    Get rid of his stubble so that you could
    Nibble his ear
    Without scratching your face?

    Especially on a Sunday when he wants to laze?

    Start early in the day by changing the sheets
    To smooth satin creamy.
    And candles and flowers strategically placed.

    Bathe well before he does leaving the bathroom
    A mist of perfume and fragrance divine.
    As you wave his newspaper under his nonchalant gaze
    Tickle his nose
    With a sharp coffee haze.

    A basket of  strawberries
    all luscious and red
    a plate of hot waffles served in his bed.

    Just leave him be lazing
    Alone in the room while somewhere
    Around the house he strains to
    Hear bits and pieces of his favourite tune.

    Don’t mumble, don’t grumble

    Stay out of his hair,
    Don’t mention his boss
    Your friends or his mother
    Just talk of sweet nothings like you did long ago
    When you had just each other and no one to say
    “Mama it’s me”
    Disturbing your rare moment of intimacy.

    All through the day go about with a calm
    Sense of mystery, a hint of romance.

    And then in the evening as the sun goes down West
    If subtlety fails and his five o’clock shadow is getting on to six,
    Just
    Grab his razor and tell him
    “Buddy just shave or you’ll spend the whole evening
    Alone on your own.”

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  • chinese fishing nets found in fort cochin kerala
    chinese fishing nets found in fort cochin kerala (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
    English: The Six lane section of Kochi Bypass ...
    English: The Six lane section of Kochi Bypass near Vytila (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    This Latin phrase meaning ” a year of horrors” was first brought into the public domain by Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth 2 in her New Year address of 1992. The Americans promptly dubbed it the year which was a bummer and I must say I couldn’t agree more. A Bum Year seems a more apt translation than horror which implies something scary  and terrifying.

    The year was not all bad:  infact it couldn’t have started off better! Basking in the joy of having successfully celebrated a family wedding, we went for  a short holiday to Kochi. It was a wonderful weekend at Anna Shetty’s house which was marred by some terribly unsettling news, news which unsettled me so much that by the end of the year I was pretty much unravelled, dealing with an emotional crisis, sleepless nights  and  health issues including having to deal with a TIA.

    But of course, 2012 was not entirely black. In this seesaw, there were some rays of hope as well – the return of Anna Shetty to Mumbai, the progress on my cook book, a delightful European holiday and some other bits of good news that had me grinning from ear to ear.

    Unfortunately, I just couldn’t handle the bad news and I spent the better part of the year feeling miserable, helpless, angry , sad, regretful and at times out right suicidal. It is only now with the year coming to a close that I can sense a closure and the composure which I always wanted to have.

    As they say, these days will also pass and this horrible year is finally coming to an end. Every year I find the days passing faster and faster as though I’m on a spinning wheel but this year has been paradoxically moving  fast and slow at the same time. Fast because it went by in a whizz (thank God for that) and slow because of several days of needless and mindless agony.

    The week before Christmas was particularly horrible with TV channels blaring news abut the horrific gang rape of a young girl in Delhi. While I feel that nothing really changes, it doesn’t mean we do nothing. Like most people I feel that the rapists MUST be punished – castration would perhaps be the best according to me, killing them off would be the next best option because that way a criminal is eliminated but on the prevention side, my suggestion would be a proper identification and exposure of the rapist – i.e. his name, his parents’ name and his face should be widely publicised so that it may be sheer shame that would deter someone from committing a crime. I mean it is idiotic especially in a clear case like the current one where there is NO DOUBT at all about who the rapists were to hide their identities behind a sack or not reveal their names.

    In an attempt to ring in the new on a better note, I’ve spent the better part of this month cleaning up, clearing up, re-visiting old hobbies and getting things in order. I hope when the Old Man is set ablaze on several street corners of a city that is surprisingly cold this winter, the evil wind that was blowing this year is blown away forever and the winds of change bring good cheer.

       Undoubtedly ,after an Annus horribilis I could do with an Annus miribilis.

    Good wishes to all ! May 2013 bring you luck, love, good health and happiness.

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  • English: brightly-coloured sprinkles.
    English: brightly-coloured sprinkles. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    Five days ago a young woman was gang-raped in a Delhi bus. This was not only a sad event but also a deplorable event. It has changed the life of several people – the girl, her family, the boy who was with her and his family, their friends, the perpetrators of the crime, their families, their friends and of course hundreds and thousands of ordinary people who have been talking about it for the past few days, agitating publicly, working hard to make a difference.

    Every incident is like this pile of sprinkles : initially there is a great impact ( as shown by the dense cluster of sprinkles) which gradually peters out ( as can be seen those scattered farther away). No incident can therefore be seen as isolated and without ramifications and consequences. In an attempt to curtail and prevent untoward incidents which are violent, violative and disruptive to peaceful co-existence, man has devised punishment. In keeping with the adage as you sow, so you reap,

    crime: punishment : : good deeds : reward

    All good deeds are not rewarded and all crimes are not punished.
    Reward is not the motivation for good deeds.
    Punishment is not the deterrent to crime.

    People who do wrong do so either because they are so inclined or so compelled just as people who do good do so because they like doing good or have no option but to do what they do.

    Essentially, lessons are never learnt until they are truly learnt. I ca never forget an incident that happened when I was around 5 years old. I was in kindergarten and was attracted by something golden shining on the floor. I picked it up fascinated by the way the light shone off the brass tack and kept it in my pocket feeling it from time to time and feeling pleased with my secret. A little voice played in my head ” Don’t pick up things that do not belong to you,” but I dismissed it as ” oh what does it matter? I don’t know who the tack belongs to. Besides it is such a tiny little thing. It won’t really be missed.”And of course I was only 5.  I doubt I had any issues with morality and ethics and code of conduct. I went home that day and kept the secret to myself. When I changed out of my clothes, I carefully kept the brass tack behind one of the books on the shelf, pleased with my secret and more with the thought of getting something past my mother’s eagle eye. A few days later while running around in the room I felt a sharp shooting pain in my heel – I looked down and found the brass stack  stuck onto my foot. Hearing my cries my mother ran in and quickly took the tack out and put a tape to stop the bleeding. She asked me how the brass tack came into my room. I quickly confessed to her my “crime” of bringing home the tack I’d found on the classroom floor.  She of course told me ” How many times must I tell you not to take things that do not belong to you? You should have given it to your teacher, not brought it home.” Suffice to say, that was a lesson I’d learnt which has lasted me a life time.

    The rapists MUST be punished but passing strict laws will NOT stop this crime from happening again and again. Considering the fact that the rapists will rape again and in any which way, I doubt castrating them stop them, nor will incarceration. So perhaps the best solution would be death by hanging as that will ensure that the world has 5 less criminals to deal with.

    But I do not think making stricter laws will stop people from rape, just as strict laws have not stopped people from rash driving, thievery or any other wrong doing. Let’s be honest was Rajat Gupta the first person to do insider trading? Do people even remember who Sanjeev Nanda was or for that matter Abhishek Kasliwal?

    Human memory is really short lived and laws do not stop crimes. What really would help is speedier dispensation of justice which in the ultimate analysis is in itself a joke. A dead man cannot be brought to life after the murder is hung.

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