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

There is something about rainy days

Something about rainy days,
puts me in a strange mood.
Reminds of long winding roads, with trees dripping water.
A hunk on his motorcycle zipping away in the rain,
and a little girl with him with wind in her hair.

Passing little villages and cowherds with cattle,
ponds with lilies and temple bells ringing.
With the thundering of the bike,
you could also hear a little voice singing.

The rider roaring with laughter,
the girl shouting, faster papa, faster.
With arms wide open welcoming the speed,
like sitting with a knight and his beautiful steed.

Those days are long gone,
And my papa does not ride anymore, but he did,
give me a love for drives, for sure,
Driving to nowhere with rain in my face
and the wind in my hair.