The Warrior of nature

He looks at her and thinks,
she trains everyday, under the moonlight sky!
Growing stronger and stronger..
Silently watching through the day,
As he destroys her siblings....

Killing them brutally so he can eat n sleep well.

She is calm, she is patient,

In her anger she hits herself against the rocks!

She takes everything thats given to her...

He is scared of her, doesnt know how to conquer her....

Humiliation, exploitation.......some of the gestures that she silently accepts!
And then one day, the boundries of her patience are broken
Raged with anger she grows and eats his houses his families...
She had to avenge the death of her brothers and sisters..

She is the warrior of nature!

Cookies by Douglas Adams

This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I'd gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.

I want you to picture the scene. It's very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here's the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There's a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.

It didn't look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.

Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There's nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.

You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know. . . But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn't do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?

In the end I thought, nothing for it, I'll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn't because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.

Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice . . ." I mean, it doesn't really work.

We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.

Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.

The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who's had the same exact story, only he doesn't have the punch line.

(Excerpted from "The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time" by Douglas Adams)

Bitter Sweet

Every time I was upset, he would know

My heart would call out for him, and he would call..

I was there for him in the thickest moments of his life,

and so was he...

Late one night I drove down to the most remote part of city,

where no girl dared to wander alone at night..

but I had to go, he needed me...

his heart was broken and so was he.

Tears dropped down like the monsoon showers,

and the alcohol to replace those tears was endless.

He had called me to help his pissed self back home!

The shoulder we needed to rest 

our broken, hurt, tiered or relaxed hearts on..

was always each others! Always... My friend!

For years and years together

I could not explain my love for him,

my relation with him...

We had traveled between being 

friends, then lovers and then friends again..

and he was more important to me than I could ever explain!

And then, he choose to abandon me..

when I needed him by my side,

when I wanted to share the biggest joy of my life,

when I found the love of my life,

when I decided on my life partner...

he was gone...leaving without a word..

only questions..unanswered..with no direction!

I say 'Fine! Now he could die and I 

will not even shed a tear in remorse'

Anger of being cheated, of betrayal..

pain of having lost something soo important..

spite, for not knowing why

empty, hollow heart feeling dry!!

I hated him, 

and his betrayal made me bitter to the world.

Anger had found its home deep inside my system.

Days passed and the bitter angry liquid churned inside.

That day, after my shower,

as I prepared for my daily routine,

I got a taste in my mouth...

If i had to define 'bitter' I would say

'Its that taste I got' 

I puked, took all of it out, a dark liquid

I loved him, and always will

beyond human comprehension

And will wait for him to come

when he needs me..and i'll be there!

Always..My friend! 

The Random Tandem .. contd..

He was now blabbering, lost in her eyes, watching her bosom go up and down, imagining holding her breasts in his hands, sqeazing them enough to hear her shreik in sweet pain... he was losing his senses, and all he could think was only him with her. She was listening to hin intently but he was sure she had caught him watching her pull up her t-shirt neck to hide her cleavage. Interestingly, she did this once she knew that he had a good long glimpse at it. He could have doubted her intentions and her conduct too but what the heck, he was already gripped by her beauty. She had the lovliest smile in the world, the most comforting voice, and moreover a screwed up relationship. His thoughts were all interupted right then, his phone rang... Yes, it was.....


She stared at him as he spoke. He seemed to have gone into another dimension. Suddenly, she felt very aware of the fact that this was a man she knew nothing about. As he spoke, she noticed his pupils constantly dilating and his eyes moving between her face and her breasts. And then suddenly.....he looked down at his side, with an expression of a thief who had been caught and shifted around before he brought his palm to his ear and said 'Hello!'.....She starred at him as he got up talking to his palm and walked away as though in a very deep conversation (what actually looked like a fight) with someone very important. Amused, amazed and definitely freaked-out, she sat there on the now warm sand looking for her way to escape. A mad rush of thoughts were getting all jumbled in her head. There surely was something that she had missed...how could a man, soo amazing, with eyes soo tender, behave like this. She was trying to understand how a connection soo strong could have been felt, how could she have felt love soo soon for a man who was now evidently unstable. Was it possible to love a man without questioning the sanity of his mind? Was she the one with a disorder? Did she have the courage to confront him after this realization? Did she feel love so strong that it would over power the worldly codes of sanity? Soo many questions....and then she saw him walk back to her....