Live and Let Live May 30, 2009
Posted by pallavjain2001 in Lifestyle, People, Spirituality, World.17 comments
Imagine a situation:
You have been handcuffed. You are crying,shouting and screaming but no one is there to pay attention towards you. You are trying to see if anyone can see you and save you but everyone is indifferent towards you. Now a man with a big and very sharp knife in his hands is approaching you. You get intimidated but without showing any pity on you he pushes you down on the floor and takes hold of your neck very tightly. You know what he is up to and also you know no one is there to even listen to your painful cry. Now he puts that knife on your neck and pushes the knife’s blade strongly into your skin. Blood starts flowing out but he doesn’t stop and pushes the knife more harder that cuts your vocal cord and chops your neck bone. Then more harder and harder to finally behead you. You are agonizing in irresistible and intolerable pain because you are still not dead. But this is not the end. After beheading you, in no time he peels off the skin from rest of your body and starts chopping the body into pieces. Till now you were alive and suffered all that gruesome pain.
Punjabi by Nature May 21, 2009
Posted by blessjess in Lifestyle, People.Tags: actuality, food, formality, marriage, nature, People, punjabi, punjabi marriages, punjabi weddings, reality, wedding
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(No intended mockery, just a peek-a-boo into a Punjabi wedding from my eyes)
A colossal farmhouse situated far from the city and undoubtedly it would take you at least an hour to reach there no matter where you live. On the way you just might get confused as to where are you actually heading to as you would be driving on a highway at night among those horrendous trucks but one diminutive thought to your attire will bring you back to reality. Finally you somehow manage to reach your destination, partially aware and partially ignorant of what lies ahead. You step down from the car and while uncreasing your wrinkled outfit you put on a facsimile smile almost instantaneously as you see a relative. The parking which is generally positioned at a comparatively higher level than the main party area, gives you an overview of the throng of ‘sardars’,their turbans in shades of black, grey and blue with a few odd ones in red or maroon accompanied by their wives dressed in multitude of colors.
