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IF WE DON’T CHERISH, IT CAN PERISH

Once upon a time in Germany there lived a  man who gave his wife a simple card that said, ” You are like a star in the sky.”

It had the drawing of a star.

An expression of love couldn’t have been more innocent and simple.

Long after that, one day a man was rummaging through an old cupboard where he stumbled upon this card written by his grandfather to his grandmother.

Karl Benz made the star drawn by his grandpa, his legendary logo. Today, it symbolizes automobile excellence as it proudly looks at the world from every Mercedes that carries it. More importantly,  it’s a timeless expression of old fashioned love between a man and his wife.

I feel those good ol’ days are gone forever, amigo. Those were days when marriage outlasted every test of time and it’s become a fragile institution today.

In general, we all know the codes of marriage.

  • Man and woman must come together, run a home and sustain their family
  • The act demands a certain amount of commitment and sacrifice
  • It asks the self to take a backseat for the sake of family

And thus for eons, marriage became all the more important, celebrating the coming and living together of man and wife. Of woman and husband. It also demanded a monogamous bonding to protect ourselves from the anarchy of fragmented relationships.

BUT – as long as history remembers, the implicit code was MALE DOMINENCE.

How did this start?

THE CAVE DAYS


Those were the day of brute power in prehistoric times. Physical force was needed for hunting, protection and fighting hostile invasions from other tribes, including predators.

The woman as a child bearer, stayed back in the cave waiting for her club man return to their warm fire lit cave.

This went on until one day the human race decided to live by the river banks.

THE RIVER LIFE


The rivers were a confluence of agriculture, economy, trade, transport, food, fishing and stability. It was the cradle of social groupings, social hierarchies, culture, traditions and later on great civilizations sprang up along the river banks.

The river dwellings were the beginning of family groupings where economy and wealth became the focus of all marital alliances. Marriages also took on a sacred and religious tones . The old customs and rituals are followed till today. More importantly a marriage had to have the blessings of a priest and the people where this tradition continues even now.

But does this age old institution stand threatened?

FEMALE FREEDOM

As time passed by, women wanted to shrug off this male dominance.  They began to resist ancient ways that chained their freedom and made them play a subordinate role at home. This cry for liberation is believed to have begun in the European renaissance era. This was a radical period in Europe where it began to emerge out of its dark age of wars, tyrannical rules, superstitions and cruelty.  Europe strode into a world of new ideas, asking questions, breaking old myths, searching for new answers and slowly the concept of democracy and liberty started taking shape. These expressions found their way into arts, music, literature, philosophy, dance and writing. Scientific discoveries and technological innovations were made and created. It was the beginning of the industrial revolution.

Most importantly, the child of this era was the printing press invented by Gutenberg. It was something like the digital revolution today.

Books were published in the printing presses and knowledge spread rapidly across the continent. This lead to education and awareness. Women stepped out of homes to work in factories to support their families economically.

Their  wheels of liberation began to turn slowly and steadily.

2011 AD


We’ve have crossed the threshold of a digital revolution. The microchip is breaking  global boundaries and bringing down the barriers between men and women.

In the days ahead she’ll be taken more seriously than ever before.

There is economic freedom for her with more choices. She’s discarding her chains and questioning her role in marriages. She’s not in a mood to put up with suffocation if that turns out to be the problem. She’s searching for her own spaces in  a world -designed for man.

Is that a good thing to happen?

Are we and our marriages, full of cross roads and choices, heading towards the exhaustion of a lonely and confused world? It is predicted that loneliness will be the largest disease to infect planet earth.

Is marrying late the answer to a sedate but stable relationship?

Isn’t youth about the rampage of passions, unleashed and unchained and there fore too restless for a married life?

And so sang Bob Dylan long ago ,

” How many times can a man turn his head

And pretend he just doesn’t see?

The answer my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.”

The new age woman is here to stay.


 
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Posted by on February 27, 2011 in MARRIAGE: A DOOMED AFFAIR?

 

THE ROUGH DESIGN

Okay, so God made man first, but doesn’t everyone make a rough draft before they make a masterpiece?

” Hi! I’m your distant cousin Frodo.”

” I am Frodo’s wife Freeda. Nice meeting ya.”

 
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Posted by on February 23, 2011 in GOD'S First DRAFT

 

Oh!What a coincidence

A chicken farmer went to a local bar… Sat next to a woman and ordered a glass of champagne.

The woman perks up and says, ‘How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!’

‘What a coincidence’ the farmer says. ‘This is a special day for me… I am celebrating..’

‘This is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating!’ says the woman.

‘What a coincidence!’ says the farmer! As they clinked glasses the man asked, ‘What are you celebrating?’

‘My husband and I have been trying to have a child and today my gynaecologist told me that I am pregnant!’

‘What a coincidence,’ says the man. ‘I’m a chicken farmer and for years all of my hens were infertile, but today they are all laying fertilized eggs.’

‘That’s great!’ says the woman. ‘How did your chickens become fertile?’

‘I used a different cock,’ he replied.

The woman smiled and said, ‘What a coincidence.’


 

 
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Posted by on February 23, 2011 in THE COCK

 

Mexico Rain. Middle East No Rain. Why?

God sends rain to Mexico and not to the Middle East. He keeps it dry and do you know why?

In Mexico

That was really wet.

In the Middle East

Pretty Dry

 
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Posted by on February 23, 2011 in Funny side up

 

WHEN GOD DESIGNED WOMEN

The Harley-Davidson Facts


The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson , died and went to heaven.

At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. ‘Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.’

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, ‘ I want to hang out with God.’

St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.

God recognized Arthur and commented, ‘Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle? ‘
Arthur said, ‘Yeah, that’s me…’

God commented: ‘Well, what’s the big deal in inventing something that’s pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can’t run without a road?’

Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke, ‘Excuse me, but aren’t you the inventor of woman?’
God said, ‘Ah, yes.’

‘Well,’ said Arthur, ‘professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention !
1. There’s too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension

2. It chatters constantly at high speeds


3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much

4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust

5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!!

‘Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there,’ replied God, ‘hold on.’

God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results.

The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

‘Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,’ God said to Arthur, ‘but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours’.

 
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Posted by on February 22, 2011 in Funny side up

 

WHAT I DO MOST OF THE TIME

Hi!

This is what I do most of the time.

I write >

“Our specialized technology is used in over 50 countries around the world…blah, blah…”

” The Oxydizer mineral water always offers 100% purity down to the last refreshing drop…blah, blah…”

“At the twist of your wrist watch the world disappear behind…blah, blah…”

And sometimes rough storyboards like this to give a thematic idea >

Location : Outdoor

Time: Day Scene: Bike Chase Time Frame: 30 seconds 7 Cuts

Scene open: Bike ready to start

Cut: Bike tugs up into air. Speeds away

Cut: Speeding ahead on road

Cut: Overtaking cars

Cut: Helicopter Chase

Cut: Areal view of bike speeding

Cut: The word ‘Vanishing Point” flash on screen

 

V/O:  The new OXYDIZER Roadjet2000- Ride the power to disappear.

Cut: To Logo: Tagline: Put the world back

Now all this has got nothing to do with this post.

This blog is about love, romance, sex and relationships. I thought that I’ll introduce a blog that tries to identify the ‘ENGINES’ that drive us in this world of hearts and beds.

I set out to release our inner demons and angels of love, sex, marriages, break ups, divorces, EXs, sinners, saints, attractions, lust, celibacy and on and on.

Soon I realized that I was fed up with all my expert opinions, insights, confusions and analysis. You too must have figured out by now that there is a million tons information on the subject.

There’s enough dope and certainly I am not the cluttered path to the subject’s perfection. Sometimes each of us bump into our unique bonding situations on these journeys of our hearts and we may match or TUNE IN with each other at some point.

So, I decided to take the blog into another direction of fun and fest and forbidden fruits.

And sure, sometimes I’ll get back into serious territory whenever it deserves attention purely because it’s on MY CANVAS of love, sex, romance and emotions.

And your canvas too when linked to mine.

 

Have a great day.

 

 

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2011 in ABOUT ME

 

A CONFLICTING JOURNEY

IT WAS A TIME WHEN ANIMAL FORCES TOOK OVER


Like Alice in wonderland, I suddenly found myself as OXYDIZER IN LOVE LAND. It was a magical forest called Love Gardens.

Outside on the gate a board said: HUNTER’S PARADISE FOR GOOD GIRLS AND BAD GIRLS.

And then there was confusion. There were 3 paths I could choose. One said LOVE, the second said ROMANCE and the third said SEX. My priorities were swinging like a compass needle gone haywire. Under whose dictatorship should I fall?

FIRST CHOICE: BAD GIRL

Wow! She looked incredibly sexy. Naughty girl. She kicked up the animal forces inside me. She promised unbuttoning excitement that was uncomplicated and my commitment didn’t have to go beyond the bed.

” Want to marry her?”, asked Cupid. He keeps hovering all around in the forest of love.

I said, ” No. She can kick my butt anytime.”

“But”, I added, ” She’ll make a lovely friend with sexual dividends. Liquidity.”

SAFE CHOICE: THE GOOD GIRL

Oh, she was lovely and cute. She had that look of  divine angel.

” Emotional comfort and stability”, whispered Cupid. He was fondling his arrow.

I agreed and added, ” And a cozy sexual cushion at home, my emoticon.”

With glee Cupid placed the arrow on his bow. He could see that his victim was getting emotional.”

Then, both of us froze when we heard two women screaming.

FIRE!

Suddenly, the bad girl and the good girl turned at us together, screaming fire from their mouths.

” You f–k-ng jackass, you guys have double standards!” screamed the good girl.

Asked the bad girl, ” Why don’t you dig back into your past and remind yourself of your sins?”

Pitched in the good girl, ” Who the F told you that I’m not wearing a mask?”

Bad girl: ” What if we want a second chance in life?”

Good Girl: ” Don’t we all deserve one? And you think we’re your doormats?”

Cupid agreed with them.

He said to me, ” You’ll have to be honest about your drawbacks pal. Those ladies have a valid point.”

Then they got into a musical.

The song was, ” Dickheads play their games, when call us good and bad names.”
Bad girl: Vocals

Good Girl: Drummed on my head

Cupid: Harp

THINKING ALONE

The girls left me.  They asked me to go  suck.

Cupid disappeared diplomatically.

I sat down under a tree and opened my beer can. Suddenly a beautiful ghost appeared. She was stunning. I thought my beer was playing tricks.

She whispered, ” You goofed up baby.”

Oh! She was a real ghost.

I agreed with her.

She said, ” Go tell them the truth. Unfold your past. Spill out your double standards.”

” No I can’t,”

” Why?”

” I don’t want to wake up ghosts of my past. There’ll always be suspicions and my past can haunt me.”

Ghost: ” Better honest than caught.”

Me: ” You’ve got a point. Want a beer?”

Ghost. ” No, thank you. Used to when I was inside my body. See you later pal, take care.”

” You too.”

NEXT DAY


One of the trees had a lovely house on it. I had slept there in the night. Later I discovered that there were a lot of other tree houses in the park. Some had only bedrooms. Some were designed for orgies. Others had candle lit tables and harps placed in a corner for Cupid to play songs. Some were designed with open air platforms to watch the moon and sing more songs.

Mine had a confession box. Just that, there was no priest sitting behind it to hear my stories and bless me clean.

Instead, I found Charles Darwin sitting there with a deep evolutionary look. He was studying me like Species Next.

Long silence.

” You fucked it up son. You’re a confused fellow.”

Sir CD continued, ” You don’t seem to make up your mind whether you want to pounce into beds or sing songs under a candle light.”

Me : ” Yes Sir.”

CD: ” My apes and chimps are very clear about what they want to do. They are sex machines who keep their species going and nature is happy.”

“And,” he said, ” that’s what nature wants you to really do. You’ve got to keep her assembly line moving son. You’re the production engineer of her two legged prototypes. And then once you get older you’ll like to settle down.”

Me: ” So Sir CD, does the answer lie in marrying late after you’re over with your nuts, screws and bolts?”

” Maybe,” answered Sir CD, ” But essentially you’ll have to produce when you’re young. That’s why the young look good. They attract for production. Love is a bonding that keeps the baby nurtured. Nature is selfish about its babies. It makes sure that the world loves them. And one day they become machines too.”

Me: ” Sir CD but I never heard about these thoughts of yours. I mean yeah, you said that we all came from monkeys but this is news, I mean your new views.”

Sir CD: ” I keep evolving, even as a spirit.”

Me: ” But Prof., I find this whole thing about relationships bullcrap. They’re full of kicks on the butts. Just look at the way divorces are growing.And if I get a baby out without marrying they’ll call the baby an SOB. That’s not fair Prof.”

Prof Darwin: ” So, then is it time to question the very idea of marriage? Should we look at kids born out of  one night bedlocks differently? Do we have to change the expectations from the institution of marriage? Should we give our personal choices a hard look? At some stage in your life don’t you think you’ll have to make up your mind and give in to some choice?”

Me: ” And what could that choice be prof?”

Prof: ” Buddy. Good and bad will have to come down their stairs and meet each other halfway. Happiness is about compromising.”

AFTER THOUGHT

By this time I needed beer. Lots of it. It’s already hard enough figuring out whether our great ancestors were chimps. Now this dope from Pro. Darwin confused the crap out of me. I dug into my bag and soon  four empty cans lay on the ground, gulped happily ever after. I  Opened the fifth one. The sixth waited patiently.

Suddenly I noticed that Sir Darwin wasn’t around. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I spotted that beautiful ghost and Darwin gliding away hand in hand.

Enough.

It was time for me to leave the forest. I had to come out of it and evolve.

I had to tell the world about my new evolution theories.

As I walked away from the Love Forest, I could hear the sounds of a harp, two females singing and the happy chuckles of a bunch of  chimps.

They were all celebrating Sir Darwin’s date with that beautiful ghost.

Or so I thought, as I tossed the 10th beer can away.

 



 
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Posted by on February 19, 2011 in SAINT GIRLS SINNER GIRLS

 

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