She wished that she could translate pain into words. She wished that when two people have been holding hands for so long, they would never let go – but they do. She wished that trust and faith never wavered, but it always does. She wished care, ehsaas and understanding in love remained perpetual, but it does not.

There are no rights. There is no one right and one wrong. There is just sometimes.. the reality. They are drifting towards opposing poles, and looking at each other with sad, melancholy looks and none of them can do anything about it. They all really tried, but then all try , try agains do not result in success. Some tries just fail.

We are failing. Us.

And when both of us are drowning, how can we save each other?


SarNotsoCozy’s (Sarkozy) issue with the Burqa

Sarkozy says burqas are ‘not welcome’ in France

PARIS (AP) — President Nicolas Sarkozy declared Monday that the Islamic burqa is not welcome in France, branding the face-covering, body-length gown as a symbol of subservience that suppresses women’s identities and turns them into “prisoners behind a screen.



If I was a woman who donned the burqa out of my own free will, and who enjoyed wearing it and considered it as part of my identity, and some day a French President came up to me, and told me that he thinks (for he didn’t care or even asked me what I thought) that a burqa is making me subservient to a man and is making me enslaved, I would call him nothing but a racist. It would also make me wonder what exactly he knows of Islam anyways to pass his grand statements.

However, if I was a woman who was forced to wear a burqa, when I didn’t want to, then his statement would make me clap my hands.


There are always two sides of the coin.

I wonder what women empowerment and non-subservience to a man is?
Posing nude in playboy to satiate a man’s libido or bearing skin to prove my… I don’t know… confidence or equality with man. If a woman can choose to become a nude model, why can’t he appreciate a woman’s choice to cover herself up?

When you impose your choice forcefully on a woman with respect to wearing or not wearing a burqa , then whether you
are the French President, or a husband/brother/son/father, you are denying a woman her choice to live the way she wants to and that makes you nothing but a through and through male chauvinist (unless her actions are against the rules specified by Islam which too is open to interpretation).

I don’t wear the burqa, but I respect a woman who does.

Go Figure!!

I don’t understand why everyone and anyone wants to be figured out by the other, or wants the other to figure them out. And then we get disgruntled, disappointed, angered and frustrated when we realise that no one understands us,- not even the one you thought did. *Surprise. Surprise*

No one can. People change. You change. I change. Even we change. Circumstances and Events change. Choices and tastes change. Then why is there always an overbearing expectation that atleast you should know how a particular person thinks and feels? We are all trying.

Really. I don’t think anyone really knows me. Heck! I don’t even think i fully know myself.

Shouldn’t we cut each other some slack? I mean why is it just so difficult for you to tell a person what you think and feel, rather than expect that by some crazy act of telepathy, they will know what you think in seconds.

Hmm? Hmm? Hmmm?