Rejection Phobia - A Typical Male Syndrome

Blind dates, long distance affairs, telephonic relations, pen friends, childhood crushes and a typical male behind them all! Everyone is unique, every man is different. Yet, the fear of rejection always lurks like an inevitable shadow around an urban man. So, let’s find out more about this typical male syndrome.

Ex Girlfriends, Ghosts and That Secret Potion of Desire

Sweet melodies of yesteryears often soothe his soul. Confused past, hazy memoirs and long drives in his father’s old gypsy illuminates his apartment. The shadows of his ex girlfriends keep haunting him. Those larger than life greeting cards, those soft toys, those bracelets, those watches, those letters are locked inside his closet. Time changes, feelings evolve, old friends reunites. The air never remains the same.

How to Tweet Like Jim Morrison

Microblogging! The new addition to the content hungry universe is making everyone bit crazy. Some people are investing hefty sum of money to gain followers, some folks tweeting extra sensible quotes, some individuals trying to be little humorous, the celebrities gaining millions of followers overnight and some people are still dazed. They retweet, copy paste some old quotations, sometimes news and views and most of the times they just keep gazing at the time line without having any words to write.

Bedroom Story - What Indian Women Want In Bed?

Indian women are flawless, intelligent and wild in bed. They know the art of taming a wild stallion, they knows the magic of weaving a satisfying tale. Everyone is unique and every girl has their priorities.

Winter Loneliness - Why Loneliness is Ecstatic?

The music of David Gilmour (On an Island) is creating a dreamlike ambience; the loner is busy writing his chronicle in his studio apartment, he is capturing the ecstasy of being lonely in an overcrowded city. He is mutely inhaling the drifting joy and the lingering silence, he is growing from within, he is catching the stars, and he is alive…

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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Never-ending Journey of a Lonely Writer

He is almost sane. People often disregard his thoughts. He is half exhausted and half alive yet he craves to move on. He is confused, stupid and aimless. His face is half dark…

The naked moon dances in harmony in his mind; the soothing breeze rejuvenates his soul without a valid reason. The heat bites him, he is kicked by reality. Still he craves to move his fingers.

His inner resources keep him alive. The chaos outside and within inspires him to create. He captures every moment with so much ease. His delight comes from those floating words.

He struggles to write sometimes. He forgets all beautiful prose. Still, he keeps penning, he keeps creating symphonies with his writings.

He is almost sane. Wake up! Reality slaps him. The materialistic world around him gives him nightmares. He often shed tears in his loneliness. He talks with the four walls of his living room; he tries to feel the fragrance of white lilies…

He is tired of watching those ugly shadows of gloom. He constantly craves for that lost sunshine from his life. He walks alone in the neighbourhood park and smiles in his mind.

He walks, he keeps walking, he runs and finally he feels. He sees light coming from a distant tunnel. He follows that light with sheer delight. He keeps chasing that strange glow…

Escape! He tries to hear the song of nightingale; he tries to sing like them, he tries to mimic rockstars but miserably fails. He mingles with a beautiful angel in his dream; he cajoles her with his broken wings.

He captures his dreams with flamboyance. He fails to transform them but he never stops dreaming. He meets unusual characters, visits unknown territories; he even flies like a mocking bird. His ideas are fake, hypothetical and full of metaphors.

Writing keeps him alive no matter what. He feels restless and unhappy without those words. Scribbling stimulates all his senses like a drug. He dwells amid those incessant verses planted beautifully inside the closet. He can’t live without them; he is addicted to poetry as well as prose.

Reality constantly keeps thrashing him. The recurring face of truth never abandons him. His heart fights with his body, his ugly face amuses nobody. The world of a writer is always so hazy; he has so many complications, so less time, so less friends. Yet, a writer feels happy and satisfied every night, every time after filling that blank paper with those written words…


Sunday, June 27, 2010

Open Love – Confessions of a Lovelorn Single


Adam and Eve fell in love after eating that forbidden apple and were thrown out of the paradise for good…
Love kept evolving through out generations, there are epic tales, and there are stories of gore. There are moments of bliss and than there are those painstaking accounts of perfect pain.

World at large is crazy for love. It’s an expression that can change the whole metabolism of your body. It can rejuvenate all your senses; it has the ability to transform anyone’s life. But our world is never like a fairytale, it’s sometimes like a nightmare that tries to kill us in our dreams.

Everyone loves their yesteryears, their fun filled salad days. They reminisce about their care free times; they keep gazing at those sepia coloured pictures with so much peace. But everything changes with time, your heart no more throbs with ease at the glimpse of your loved ones. Yet, everyone yearns for love…

Gone are the days of heartbreaks and hearth aches, it’s the age for people who knows the art, the real craft of staying in love. Maintaining a relationship isn’t so easy but there are people who constantly keep strengthening the bond of love. How they do it? Are they magicians or some kind of hypocrites who just continuously act with their mind?


Everybody is wearing a mask that contains some fake smiles, some stale expressions and some hidden desires. The world is changing and the movement around the whole stratosphere is producing poisonous smokes.

Being romantic isn’t easy for a man who never had a good relationship in his life. It’s like a Herculean task for him to impress his partner. Sometimes it becomes difficult to put that mask always. You feel suffocated and finally you decide to quit and jump to another relationship. Yet, the shadows keep lingering and the falsehood keeps cursing you through out your life.

Open love is the only option now for people who constantly keeps drifting. These people aren’t insane; they are born lovers who want to stay in love always. Anything less than that brings disharmony. This is how a Casanova and a Don Juan is created. Infidelity is so very common because of the urge of experimenting. These things are always dark yet look so very alive.

These are only my opinion. What’s yours?


Friday, June 25, 2010

Love, Life and Social Media


What’s your relationship status? Andy is confused but his facebook status is always so pleasant. He talks about beer, movies and what not. He tries to write poetry sometimes, he slogs like a dog to get comments by tagging almost everybody in his friends list. Yes, he is proud to be a social media addict. His parents scold him for staying glued to the computer. He seldom hangs around with his friends and loved ones.

Andy loves to update his status after every 10 minutes, he loves to play online games, he smiles when gets some imaginary cash. He hardly talks in real life but blabbers like an unstoppable orator in his chats. His day starts with facebook and literally ends with it. He eats, sleeps and drinks social media. He is the king; he is a celebrity in his own world.

Why Andy isn’t mingling with anyone? Why is he so detached from the real life? What’s wrong with him?

The online world is dominating our lives, it’s becoming so very part of our existence and no one is complaining. Everyone is enjoying its beauty and I am not an exception. Nothing is wrong with Andy; he is smiling because he got twenty comments in his latest update. He is popular now at least in the virtual world, which is much beautiful than the real world. Social media is a Savior, it’s a healthy drug that can be taken anytime, anywhere and there are no side effects. 

Is Social media a waste of time? Andy has the answer – he says, it’s the future. The advent of this platform is a blessing to humanity. It’s connecting everyone, its distributing free knowledge, it’s fascinating. Well, Andy may not be right as he hardly knows anything about the real life but who cares – he is the online Rockstar.

His parents barely understand his prowess. He still struggles to explain the importance of blogs, twitter, and facebook. Unlike Andy, his girlfriend never invests time in these things. She loves shopping and also drags Andy to come out with her. She makes him comfortable with the real world, she understands his desire. Andy looks lost when he faces reality.

Every night he tries to think, every night he fails to quit social media. He loves to talk about life, love and everything. He upload pictures from reality, he smiles when he gets comments in plenty. Andy’s world is beautiful, his world isn’t different.

Do you think the advent of social media is transforming our lives for good? Do you think blogging is the next big thing? Do you think Andy is wrong? Do you think there are other important things in life?

Well, the future of Social Media is safe because people like Andy will always be there caressing and praising the gorgeous virtual world. If you aren’t comfortable then you may leave, it isn’t the place for mediocre, it’s the place for rockstars like our beloved Andy who must be updating his next status now…

We all love Andy? What about you?





Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Superficial Love – An Urban Dilemma



True love is bliss, it lifts you, it makes you fly, it lightens your heart, and it transforms the world around you with so much ease. Yet, good times are so momentary. Those teenage dates, those late night talks, those love songs keeps delighting your present. Time flies away, you grow little old, you walk, you leave your past behind so easily. Yet we keep craving unconsciously for that old-world charm. There are so many phases of life, there are so many shades of beauty, and there is so less love.

Love is the only priority in this not-so lovely life. There are people who struggle throughout their life to find his or her true love. They wait for the right person – sometimes they get basket full of lilies while mostly they are filled with thorns of agony.


No one seem be satisfied in this fast changing world. The urge for achieving the best is always there. Everyone is chasing a mirage; everyone is undergoing a slow death. No one is so damn lucky.

The urban landscape is exchanging fake smiles; it’s a place where there is everything except love. You don’t love now, you only compromise. Lovers become losers, ditchers become the winners. You just become invisible. Erstwhile relationships are so evident in a cosmopolitan city. The rise of cougars and dissatisfied men reflects the urban dilemma. Sex is the priority now.  Platonic affairs are history.

Gone are the days of simplicity, it’s time to flaunt your materialistic prowess. Are you super rich? Are you super handsome? Are you a super man? If not, you aren’t eligible to love. Crap!

I think true love do exist. I think there’s always a happy ending…






Saturday, June 19, 2010

Satan Waiting On the Couch – A Date Rape Story


She loves clubbing, she is usually found in high end pubs, she is gorgeous like a white lily but tonight she is silent – cursing her not-so lovely past. She is no more spreading smiles. The ugly Satan ate her up and now she is only left with some flesh and blood. Her life falls apart as she was raped – unfortunately she is unable to recall the face of that Satan. She is clueless about the whole situation at large. Yes, she was date raped. Her drink was spiked by someone…

Date rape is a monstrous crime and anyone can be its victim. Drink spiking is one of those not so common techniques used by a rapist to perform this heinous crime. They mix tasteless, odourless, colourless drugs like Rohypnol, Ketamine that consequently makes her a soft target for the rapist. These drugs have tranquillizing, hypnotic and amnesiac properties. The aftermath is pathetic as the victim is often left without a clue of the wrong doer. Even a DNA test fails in case of a date rape.

These types of crimes are often committed by acquaintances. Therefore, one should remain cautious and sip those glasses of cocktails with extra care. Next time don’t leave your drinks unattended.

Tonight she is weeping in fright, she isn’t exchanging sweet glances with strangers, tonight she is completely numb. She is helpless, but you are not. You’ve a chance to live; you have a chance to party like a rockstar with that little bit caution…


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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Butt Fixation – It’s a Butt Crazy World!

Nicely rounded butt entices everyman. The curves exude delight while the movements do have high impact. Butt undoubtedly is one of the main assets that every female would like to have. A well toned bottom generates curiosity among the onlookers. The world is going crazy over this new fixation.

A gorgeous back side looks divine in trousers. Formal attire makes a woman look more voluptuous and fleshy. Yet, people think that only perverts talk about them but in reality every guy is somewhat attracted towards a girl who possesses a delightfully lower body. Indian women are born to rule the world with so much curves. They are made of flesh and bones unlike those skinny models that men hate in reality. They are only good for ramps. It’s the era of arcs and a facade that walks with them rules.

Getting a nicely shaped lower body requires enough hard work. Yet, some females are born with them.  Regular running, bender ball workouts and of course sex do have the capability to enhance these features.

Why men love them?

There are various rational explanations. Men do love to gaze at women and butt is the focal point. A woman with a shaped bottom scores high over a good-looking skinny female. Yet, there are exceptions everywhere. All men love fantasizing things. A well toned back stimulates your thought process. It appeals your seventh sense and tranquilises your internal muse. Butt fixation is also seen in women. They also get attracted by this asset. They love to gaze at men who possess them.

Most urban girls know its importance hence they wear outfits that accentuates their curves with ease. They can easily dictate a board room with their intelligence and assets. There are cases of distractions in many urban workplaces due to this and these things would keep happening in the years to come. The beauty of a woman lies in her butt and many intelligent men would approve this.

Earlier there was a cleavage fixation but now it’s only butt. You may love this, you may hate this too but it’s difficult to ignore the power of a big rounded bottom. The world looks beautiful when they swing with grace. It may not be voluntary act but it’s a fact that your eyeballs get automatically drifted towards them. It’s undoubtedly a butt crazy world where everything looks real and happy.


Monday, June 14, 2010

Second Hand Dream, Memories and Some Burning Ashes of Desire




The wet pillow often speaks to him softly. It caresses him, it gives him nothing but melancholy. He sees the dry river, his emotions float through the strange valleys and he flies through the aisles of dreams. He sees Miss Cherry; he smiles halfheartedly as he struggles to cross the dungeon full of icy dragons. The insanity makes him quiver, he dances with the dead, he weaves tales that no one reads, he walks with pain, and he cribs for that forbidden rain.

He visits narrow corridors bereft of flowers and petals, he talks with the nightingales and tries to sing in tune. He meets her, he tries to touch her, and he tries to cajole her. The scars grow larger; his not so old life makes screechy noises. The fright in his belly makes him rude; the hidden curses of past slaps him.

His poetry exude no meaning, his prose reflects nothing but misery. Oh! Shadows of Miss Cherry revisit him, he tries to touch the fleeting shadow, and he tries to feel the fragrance of lavender in the air. He blabbers about the half naked moon and the glittering stars. Time flies away, his face looks old, and his existence becomes invisible…

Before 5 years…

He is walking in the rain, the breeze touching her rosy cheeks. He meets Miss Cherry, talks to her flawlessly. They fall in love and vows to live together for the rest of their life. They fly through the aisles surrounded by flowers and petals. Suddenly, the unkind breeze takes her away from him. He kept wandering like a nomad soul; he fails to feel those lost fragrances of lavender all over again.


Tonight he is visiting Miss Cherry; she is sleeping like a beauty. She smiles to see those flowers in his hand. He sheds some tears; he sits down and kisses her coffin that was resting unattended from 5 years…



Sunday, June 13, 2010

There Is a Dream inside Everyone - What's Yours?


Dreaming makes me sane, dreaming makes me a man. A world without dreams is nothing but melancholy, a world with dreams create a place full of harmony...Keep dreaming and one day you will find your dreams near your doorstep - smiling and waving at you.

Dreams do come true! In the world so full of chaos, some people like you and me try to seek solace and harmony in our beautiful dreams.  Yet, we see nightmares, we see storms, we see earthquakes, we see what not. Dreaming is a default mechanism and we can’t stop this process from intruding our lives so frequently. Everyone dreams but the irony is only a chosen few acquires them in reality. 

Do you believe in your dreams? If yes then let’s move ahead. People see various disconnected scenes in their dreams. They sometimes see a complete story. Sometimes nightmares make us shiver at the middle of night and sometimes a beautiful dream refreshes us. We see recurring things, we see same individuals again and again. Are these things trying to convey anything to us? Why we fly in our dreams? Why we never die in our dreams? The mechanics is quite interesting. Interpreting dreams isn’t an easy thing but there is some amazing understanding behind every imagery. Some represents love, some reflects your career, some symbolises your relationship etc. It’s a different world all together. Day dreams inspire writers to scribble. It’s useful for scientists for innovating newer things. Yet, dreaming is considered to be a waste of time by many. Reality pulls you back and you start acting according the present norm. There is a tug of war going always between your heart and your mind

A singer dreams of mesmerising the whole world with his or her voice, a musician dreams of creating a thunderstorm, artist dreams of painting a masterpiece and a writer dreams of completing his first book of tales. Are you a born dreamer? It’s a never-ending process and we all love to design our dream castles. There’s no harm, there’s no pain. So let’s flaunt our dreams with flamboyance, let’s live life with grace…


Awe-Inspiring Ballet by Polina Semionova





Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Rejection Phobia - A Typical Male Syndrome



Blind dates, long distance affairs, telephonic relations, pen friends, childhood crushes and a typical male behind them all! Everyone is unique, every man is different. Yet, the fear of rejection always lurks like an inevitable shadow around an urban man. So, let’s find out more about this typical male syndrome.

There are disastrous tales of blind dates when two complete strangers meet up to start a new journey. Blind dates are rare these days with the advent of social networking sites. Yet, there are males who still make sand castles about a woman after hearing her voice over the phone. The same is applicable to women. Everything that sounds good may not necessarily look good. A typical male would never like to face rejection in his first blind date.

There are three types of men in this world. The first category is bit practical and would forgo rejection, the second type would introspect and move on with life and the third category would never appreciate rejection coming from an opposite sex. Rejection phobia is a part of every man’s life. Therefore a typical male would love to see signals coming from the other side.

A typical male enjoys female attention. Yet, there are exceptions. Some men hardly care about these things. Rejection phobia prevents them from proposing their childhood crushes, next door damsels and college sweet hearts. They keep everything locked inside their heart throughout their life. Some men get lucky as they have the unique ability to decipher the hint coming from the other side. However most of them aren’t expert in these things at large.

Maturity brings inhibition. The difficulty levels increases with time as an urban man thinks too much. Thinking is good but sometimes listening to your heart may provide better results.

Everyone loves to be cared and pampered. Everyone craves for a stable relationship, everyone needs a partner but the syndrome stops them from achieving bliss. An open mind is the key. In order to shed this phobia, one shouldn’t think women to be a different species and embrace them like its own. Rejection phobia is momentary that fades away with time…

What's your story?


Monday, June 07, 2010

Ugly Man and his Struggle for Love









Do you think looks play an important for attaining love? Do you think the world adores lovely faces and avoids the ugly ones? Do you think everyone is after physical appearance? Ugly Man and his struggle for love - is all about those silent nights, those unheard feelings, those misunderstood gaze and those misinterpreted touch.

Life of an ugly man is full of struggle. His smiles are never appreciated, his words are never taken seriously, and he dwells in loneliness in the hay days of his life. He is alone; he craves for that bit of love. He keeps gazing, he keeps feeling the distant blue sky.

He admires good looking couples, he thinks of having one. He walks alone, he eats alone, and he sleeps alone. His ugliness makes him shy and he hardly makes a social presence. His tears are felt by no one. His wet eyes searches for love in vain.

Nobody tries to understand the beautiful soul inside the ugliness. He becomes numb, he laughs without that heart of his own, and he is dictated by everyone in this world. An ugly man is alone, he wishes himself in his birthday, and he gets no appreciation for his works, his life just moves on. An ugly man has to struggle for love. His phone hardly rings. He never receives smiles. He is so very acquainted with harsh stares.

But life moves on…The ugliness is momentary, it’s like that waft of suffocating wind. He too feels life from within, he too meets his lady, and he too becomes successful. There is always a happy ending. Nobody is ugly, nobody is perfect, and nobody is unwanted. There is a special place for everybody…


Sunday, June 06, 2010

Mixed feeling - Life of a Young Adult



Life is bizarre, life is a pun, and life is poetry. Everyday he learns every night he forgets them. The tide keeps changing and life moves on with grace. Life of a young adult is full of chaos, disharmony and confusions. The clueless ness creates turmoil and the cravings for raindrops craft a unique dance of solitude. 

There is lust, love and obsession but there is so less peace. He feels all alone amid crowd, his tears get hidden behind the smokes. He whines as he fail to make his presence felt. People misunderstands his actions, they misinterpret his words.

Life of a young adult is like a boat amid waves and seashore. He could see the lighthouse but fails to reach the shore. The continuous cacophony makes him rude. He fails to feel the diverse shades of the moon. He falls, rises again, and keeps falling again and again…

There are memories, there is a flowery future and then there is that void. He looks all around his apartment for a whisper; he gets nothing but silence in return. The famous loneliness keeps haunting him. He hates philosophies and speaks bizarre things. The itch keeps him alive. His days are grim, his nights are young. He loves prowling in the dark. He searches for that lost pin of happiness in extreme darkness. The agony inspires him; his frozen heart melts with disharmony.

The sudden gust of love touches his motionless heart. He feels it for a while and suddenly everything fades down. He again transform into a sad storm. His life is simple, his life isn’t different. He takes everything for granted and finally life takes him for granted. Life of a young adult isn’t sad. It’s just that mixed feeling I guess…


Saturday, June 05, 2010

Bedroom Story - What Indian Women Want In Bed?



Indian women are flawless, intelligent and wild in bed. They know the art of taming a wild stallion, they knows the magic of weaving a satisfying tale. Everyone is unique and every girl has their priorities.

What Indian women want in bed?

Indian women love to see the guy making the first move. They would like to hear words from him. Mild actions can easily turn them on. Indian women want their men to cajole and cuddle them after making love. They hate to see a man sleeping after the moment of bliss. Indian girls want their boy to talk – just about anything in the world. A bit of romance can make a big difference.

Indian women are fond of guys who respect them. Some females love virgin boys while most of them would never care about a man’s virginity. Loyalty is the key. They hate a guy who keeps flirting with other girls. They hate jerks at large but there are exceptions always.

An early morning sex is what they prefer. They epitomizes vitality in bed. They hardly feel tired and exhausted. For them it’s an unending process. Foreplay seems to play a major role in their lives. They want to be treated as an equal during the nocturnal adventure. Missionary is their dream position.

Unlike western countries, Indian women make indirect approaches while seducing a guy. Sometimes they show anger, sometimes they show extreme care. They are unique, they are bizarre. Understanding a woman’s heart is never been easy. They are extremely unpredictable. They like experiments, they love fun and they appreciate chivalry in bed.

So, next time when you meet your partner. Don’t forget to be little more pleasant for achieving the perfect orgasm of your life. Good luck!


Friday, June 04, 2010

Bikini Phobia or Inappropriate Gaze? 15 Reasons Why Indian Women Don’t Wear Bikini

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The dilemma continues, there are unanswered queries about the thought process of Indian women. There is a big question of westernization. Hypocrisy holds no water. Indian women are voluptuous, pear-shaped and extremely gorgeous. They are no less a wonder. Wearing bikini cannot be nudity but we can’t change our mentality. Indian men often get aroused by the glimpse of a well formed cleavage then how can you expect women here to wear two pieces…

My last post (Bikini Phobia) was all about the fears and inhibitions of wearing a two piece and therefore I decided to continue this post. Is it Bikini Phobia or inappropriate gaze from men that prevents Indian women to wear swim suit on the beach?

I got some startling and straight forward comments.

15 Reasons Why Indian Women Don’t Wear Bikini


This is a compilation of 15 wonderful perspectives from 15 different bloggers/readers.

Why Indian women don’t wear Bikini?

1. Munish says:

“The biggest hindrance is the way men ogle at women in bikini. This makes a girl conscious. Such a thing never happens in US or Europe and that makes a girl lot more comfortable wearing a bikini.”

2. V Rakesh (A veteran blogger from Ooty) agrees with Munish’s viewpoint.


3. Kiran appropriately points out the reason behind the whole dilemma. He says: I think Munish is right too. The single largest factor which discourages women from wearing even some stylish dresses (like say above-the-knee skirts) is the unhealthy attention from men.

The corollary to this holds too. Indian men ogle precisely because they are not used to seeing women in this attire. If we see more women wearing bikinis, men are bound to take it as an everyday thing and stop making her uncomfortable.

Chicken-and-egg problem?

4. Naveen also emphasises on the issue of ogling and gives his viewpoint. He says: Yeah, the above comments are exactly right!! In India, people are not used to seeing these and they stare at women wearing a sleeveless top or knee less skirts, and I bet this kind of stares ain't comfortable to deal with. So that has to be the reason, on one hand!!

Suddenly an anonymous reader becomes little sad about the whole situation and writes a attacking comment.

5. He/she says: Some one is too sad that Indian women aren't embracing an anarchic western fashion. Well first of all be daring to let your wife or sisters to get on beach in two pieces, before even thinking about other Indian women. Just because western women barely dress on beaches, its quite ridiculous to say Indian women aren't courageous. Just like their two pieces, western girls relations also are multipieces.
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6. Then comes Shahid’s one liner comes as a some kind of breeze:

He says: It is a slow process eventually people will be able to accept the bikini.


7. Wannabauthor’s reply.

Totally relate with it. Being an Indian girl and having the perfect bikini body not.

Yes what is it with guys and there stares in India? One 'tapad' (slap) to all of them and a pat on the back to all those girls who are still willing one dress how they want to. What say you girls? Is she correct?

8. Indiahomemaker says:

Bikini is seen as a 'Western concept' and 'against Indian culture' by some Indians (who may or may not learn English/drink beer/wear Jeans/themselves) but that alone wouldn't stop anyone from wearing it since Indian women do learn English, and Indian men and women do wear Jeans - so it seems the real and main reason why Indian women do not wear bikini is the feeling that they would be blamed for 'provoking male attention' if they wore a bikini, so I agree with Munish, Rakesh and Kiran too.

9. Now comes D2 with his wonderful comment:
He says: I agree with the other comments as in a bikini wearer in India would be ogled at shamelessly. I've been to Goa and I've seen it there and I've been to Miami and it was incredible to see the exact opposite. People don't care who wears what.
It would obviously give Indian women an intrusive feeling if they were wearing a two piece swimsuit and were being gaped at the entire time. Anyone would feel weird if someone was gawking at them!

But yeah, who cares if Indian women wear bikinis or not? They're beautiful. They're charming in a unique way and well, they're Indian! I believe that's good enough!
:D


10. Journomuse inputs. Quite interesting.

She says: A plunging neckline is enough in India to ensure really uneasy times. You don't know when you will end up on some sleazy video uploaded on youtube by someone who was voyeurishly capturing you while you were in a pub or a restaurant. Our society needs to have a more mature approach to what is nudity and what is perceived nudity I feel

11. Kcalpesh agrees with my post and says: 100% Agreed Boss!

12. A pear shaped answer from Ana_treek:
She says: First of all, in India it is unsafe to go out fully clad, and in a bikini, yeah rite!
And secondly, on an another level, Indian women mostly are pear- shaped and this body type is unsuitable for bikinis

13. Lastly Mohit says: I agree with most of you that it is the way men ogle at women which make them feel uncomfortable wearing bikini. But we shall also understand that we all come from a culture where bodily show-off is a big taboo. So, that makes it more difficult to feel real comfortable wearing bikinis without any hesitation.

14. Indian women don’t wear Bikini because they are shy, conservative and culture bound. They have a unique appeal that they never want to flaunt in public. They are pear shaped and voluptuous. Most women crave to have a perfect bikini body in India too but it’s not much necessary here unlike other countries. Indian women are sensuous and are capable of creating mayhem without a two piece.

15. Waiting for more answers…

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Dark Side of the Urban Night

There are holes, there are complications and there is a unique anonymity behind every big city. An urban night is different. There is a hint of hedonism in the air. The dingy corridors aren’t very safe. You can smell lust all around. Yet, the chaos is somewhat silent. The nocturnal pleasure seekers know the art of concealing their grin under their fake smiles.

Urban streets at night are often frequented by drunk drivers and lusty creatures. It’s the paid hours for pimps and escorts. The cougars found driving looking for gigolos. The fast paced life and the growing pressure is creating a new generation. The landscape is changing now and nobody is complaining. The glittering skyline, sleek roads, perfumes and some noises of pain and delight epitomizes a city life. Nobody feels anything, everybody is just so numb. Infidelity, frustrations and some madness drives everyone crazy. You are left with a frozen heart that never breaks down…

Nights here are different. You will find sleaze all around high-end pubs; you’ll witness pain amid so much grandeur. Mechanical beings, monetary dealings and loud people! The owls keep weeping in fright.


But there is always a silver lining. Nights here also inspires you to listen to trance. It inspires you to capture the cacophony; it makes you no less a vampire. Slowly the sunshine peeps in, the clouds move away and then there is a dawn. Everything vanishes with the darkness except some ashes of that ugly night…


Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Bikini Phobia – Why Indian Women Don’t Wear Bikini?




Wearing bikini sounds little weird for Indian women as they don’t prefer to flaunt them on the beach. Why Indian women don’t wear bikini? There are various reasons behind this. Indian women are voluptuous, full of curves and belly fat!


Except celebrities, hardly girls here are excited to get a bikini body. Yet the trend is getting hotter now. Girls now are working out day and night to get a well toned butt, tight upper body and what not. They are running continuously in their neighbourhood parks just to get the figure of their dreams. Indian women are born with a divine set of assets but they hardly bother to take care of them and end up spoiling their whole structure.


According to various surveys, Brazil is definitely leading. Brazilian women know the art of swaying their facades with grace. They have the best back and cleavages compared to other parts of the world.


Indian women love to wear sari instead. They do look irresistible but they can look divine in a two piece. Indian women love to preserve the mystery inside them.

Attaining a Bikini body is a dream for every girl in the western countries and the trend is warming up in India too. Women in India are hitting gyms, eating balanced diet and having regular sex for attaining a well-toned figure.


People are becoming calorie conscious here now. The wind from the west is affecting here too. Old women are trying to wear skinny jeans. I could see them often running around in the park.


The consumption of oil is reduced in every family but still a bikini body is too far away from a common Indian household.


In order to wear a swimsuit and walk around on the beach needs lots of courage. The localized fat around may cause trouble for achieving the correct vibe. There are chances of looking vulgar. Hence the idea sounds quite weird here.


Yet, the beauty of an Indian woman is unique. They are sensuous, tanned and full of flesh. Their wonderfully carved waist can create mayhem. Indian women don’t need a Bikini to accentuate their exquisiteness. They are born beautiful…