Bob Marley...and all the men I know

What if we (as in we women folk) found that perfect man...he could be our friend, partner, lover, and husband and perhaps even a 'partner in crime' as my friend Poli Gupta says, :).

Wouldn't that be wonderful? It would be wonderful provided we are perfect too, but who is to decide what is perfection? What is the yardstick? Where are the standards? And ladies, knowing us, we would still end up picking a bone just for the heck of it...:D.

Just the other day, Poli, shared the following picture on her Facebook wall. I simply loved it. This picture I dedicate it to all the men I have known, from my father to my husband, to my brother, cousins, best friends, friends, colleagues etc. They are all special in their own way and I have cherished their affection, warmth and their caring.

And my heart goes out to some of them for their undying patience and loyalty to a nutcase like me.

Sigh! Sigh!!

Source: http://www.facebook.com/#!/whatweseee

Unnamed Letter

Over the weekend, I spoke to an old friend of mine. It was nice talking about college and friends from the past. Somehow the talk veered to assorted crushes, pretty girls and 'studs' of the college.

She suddenly if I remembered so and so and how I had a crush on him. Sigh! How can I forget him and what he did!!! Well it all began with this boy always staring at our group of girls in the campus. He was tall and cute and played football for the college...:) :)...Now we were all confused as to who he was looking at. Then one day he turned up wearing a red polo sweater and jeans and I could not take my eyes of him. The girls decided that he was just right for me. I must have sighed a hundred times making 'goo-goo eyes at him.

I nearly died when he walked towards me and smiled shyly. And then I died some more when he said, "I heard you write poems. I need your help. There is this girl you see..." He hesitated looking at my expression. He continued when I said go on, "Well, do you know so and so from 2nd year BArch? I was thinking of proposing to her..."

I still can't forget the looks on my friends' faces and how they howled with laughter every time they saw him in the campus. Well what can I say...it broke my heart but not my pen and yes, I did write that poem and helped him woo the girl...sigh! This poem is in remembrance of that event.

You wrote me a letter,

with perfumed ink

and your heart laid bare.

You said I was your dream

your fairy dust,

your magic!

You said I made

you breathe

and your heart beat!

You said I made you fight

and slay dragons

with your might!

You said I was your prayer,

your temptation

and your redemption.

You said I was your love,

your desire,

the light of your fire!

You said I was your drug,

your addiction

your obsession

You said this

and you said that.

And I happily wandered

through your words,

only to notice,

they were addressed to another.