A sense of peace; a sense of rebel

What a weird title to this post? I have reached my abode after a long trip to attend family get together. I stayed at a lovely cottage; just next to a race course. Beautiful mornings; birds greeting you to a cheerful rise. Everything beckoning me to just get up and go and run. Run free; run wild; run happy. Just thinking about it brings a smile. Apart from these awesome mornings there were a few 'in-your-face' sessions with my family. They cruelly put the facts of my life in front of me. A lot of reality checks happened. I am making a mental list now; hope it works out.

My Ma!!!!!!!

I love my mother; really really love her. Sometimes I think I am biased towards her. No one should say anthing to her. I have picked up a lot of fights with my father and my grand-mother for harbouring any wrong opinion about her. My mother is one strange person. If I don't call her up then she scolds me for not calling her up. If I call her up then she scolds me for calling up. Now that is really not far :) But I am not complaining at all. I wish I could be as strong as she is. Love you ma!

Is 'want' a reflection of 'lack'?

Of late I have been thinking about this. Is it that a 'want' for something reflects a 'lack' of that thing? I can have hundred things but I still want some more because I am not satisfied :S But the presence of hundred things clearly a lack. Come to think of it; in emotional sense it might be true. One person might want something emotionally because there is a void?

No title for this post

I don't know what title to give for this post. So just entered 'no tile for this post'. One thing is really bothering me these days. And the cause of concern is the free availability of the porn on the internet. I really wonder how come porn websites are so freely available and accessible to all. One doesn't even have to try much to find out such mind boggling stuff on the net. I wonder whether the parents are even checking out what their kids are accessing on the net. The kids are not safe these days. If not such things on the internet then we have a lot of hawk eyed lecherous people around that no kid is safe. Come to think of it what could have given rise to so much affection for this physical thing. Affection is not even the right word here. Guess I am gonna stop typing now. My anger is already at a peak and writing more on this point is making me feel more angry with this whole thing.

Towards anonymity

I find a bit of irony in the arranged marriage concept. The parents find a match for their child. Both set of parents have seen the girl and the guy but surprisingly the two of them haven't met each other. Leave alone meeting, no speaking to each other only. In this era of inforation technology mail exchanges have become the norm. And the girl and the guy are expected to work towards knowing each other via exchanging e-mails. And may be over calls later. What a strange way. You have a photo to put a name to but nothing more than that.