Monday, April 12, 2010
My 25 Most Desirable Women!!!!
Disclaimer: This list does not aim to do the impossible, which is to judge a woman's beauty. It is a mere fun manifestation of my childish fantasies!! These might NOT be the world's sexiest / most intelligent / hottest / googled women. These are just the women I find desirable. There is a heavy personal preference here. All agreements & disagreements are welcome with a smile! :-)
So, here's presenting you to the list of my 25 Most Desirable Women!!!!
Rank Name
1 Drew Barrymore
2 Nandita Das
3 Catherine Zeta Jones
4 Eva Mendes
5 Nigella Lawson
6 Ana Ivanovic
7 Chitrangada Singh
8 Penelope Cruz
9 Sona Mohapatra
10 Demi Moore
11 Cheryl Cole
12 Kate Beckinsale
13 Jessica Alba
14 Sameera Reddy
15 Gul Panag
16 Elizabeth Gilbert
17 Kate Winslet
18 Lisa Ray
19 Gabriella Sabatini
20 Martina Hingis
21 Madhuri Dixit
22 Megan Fox
23 Norah Jones
24 Tulip Joshi
25 Katrina Kaif
PS: These are rankings allotted on random basis as of the state of my mood on this 9th Day of the Christian Year of 2010. On any other day, the rankings may vary drastically.
PSS: For all my women friends, Don't contemplate mental taunts. I will be coming up with a Men's List soon!! ;-)
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Why??
Why were you born, you wretched little swine?
How long can we keep paying, for other people’s crime?
This was the welcome I got at Asha Dham,
I felt like a chicken, entering a poultry farm.
Geeta didi was kind to get me here,
Children to her were indeed very dear.
She picked me up from the train, when she heard me cry,
Someone had just left me there, to wait until I die.
I don’t know If I should call it a lucky escape,
Or should I just term it, interference with my fate?
She was a social worker, I hate those kinds.
They make you see hope, when reality blinds.
I live here now with my fellow inmates,
We share our bathrooms and our distorted fates.
We survive daily on a biscuit and two slices of bread,
Our matrons are the demons, all of us dread.
Questioning their generosity, I once sinned, I asked for more biscuits,
They showered their love, fed me till I was full, with punches and kicks.
We’re living our childhood, It’s such a fairy tale,
Just the fairy’s missing, demons prevail!
We read no books, sing no songs, and we play with no toy,
At times we smile, to remind ourselves, of the existence of joy.
Rani was taken away two days back, I lost a friend,
Girls missing from our ‘home’ is a routine trend.
Gone is my friend, her hopes of a secure life, now lie smashed,
Rani was the bearer cheque, they had happily encashed.
I had heard stories of my other friends Raju & Latif,
One’s now a disabled beggar and the other one a thief.
Munna was taken to the hospital the other day,
For an hour on the hospital bed, unconscious he lay,
He wasn’t sick, we didn’t know why he was taken there,
We later realised, he had a kidney to spare!
I moan in despair not knowing whom to blame,
Is there a way, I can quit this game?
The recurring thought floods my mind,
Why was I born as a wretched little swine?
How long can I keep paying for other people’s crime?
How long can we keep paying, for other people’s crime?
This was the welcome I got at Asha Dham,
I felt like a chicken, entering a poultry farm.
Geeta didi was kind to get me here,
Children to her were indeed very dear.
She picked me up from the train, when she heard me cry,
Someone had just left me there, to wait until I die.
I don’t know If I should call it a lucky escape,
Or should I just term it, interference with my fate?
She was a social worker, I hate those kinds.
They make you see hope, when reality blinds.
I live here now with my fellow inmates,
We share our bathrooms and our distorted fates.
We survive daily on a biscuit and two slices of bread,
Our matrons are the demons, all of us dread.
Questioning their generosity, I once sinned, I asked for more biscuits,
They showered their love, fed me till I was full, with punches and kicks.
We’re living our childhood, It’s such a fairy tale,
Just the fairy’s missing, demons prevail!
We read no books, sing no songs, and we play with no toy,
At times we smile, to remind ourselves, of the existence of joy.
Rani was taken away two days back, I lost a friend,
Girls missing from our ‘home’ is a routine trend.
Gone is my friend, her hopes of a secure life, now lie smashed,
Rani was the bearer cheque, they had happily encashed.
I had heard stories of my other friends Raju & Latif,
One’s now a disabled beggar and the other one a thief.
Munna was taken to the hospital the other day,
For an hour on the hospital bed, unconscious he lay,
He wasn’t sick, we didn’t know why he was taken there,
We later realised, he had a kidney to spare!
I moan in despair not knowing whom to blame,
Is there a way, I can quit this game?
The recurring thought floods my mind,
Why was I born as a wretched little swine?
How long can I keep paying for other people’s crime?
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