My dream guy? Oh my real thoughts of a woman!!

       Have I really started thinking as girls? My mentality never had such serious notions before.. Wonder what struck me hard this time.. Or is it the term "growing up"? Does growing up make a normal human (no man or a woman, just simply human) have mentality that of a woman? sheesh!
This is blowing me up there.. However, since the topic has begun, lets not leave it half page.. Heeeeeee

     So it perhaps starts with my dream guy? Does it? My real to be a woman spirit is coming out from just a "Human" thing.. I believe :/ Every woman has to go to her so called "Real House" one day according to us, Indians! Its not a prayer, its just suppose to happen; same as a ritual.. tradition.. yah..!
Every girl, thinks of her "dream guy" in a precise context.. Here i tell you a list of what -

- Wants him to be one of a kind
- Handsome enough to walk with her
- Talented
- Good Job
- Who could spare time in his life for her
- Loving (Be it forcefully)
- WHO DOESNT LOOK AT OTHER GIRLS
- Who could cook
- Who could buy her flowers on Valentine and confess be it forcefully that he loves her.. ;
- Who could be a macho man in public and a romantic bee in bedroom
- Who should not lie even if some girl is hitting on him at his office
- A guy who would practically remember her birthday every year and surprise her with authentic gifts

ETC. ETC.

NOW DO I CLAIM : Oh My Gawd ! Is that a guy a girl would desire or a masterpiece who should be sent from above according to the conditions.. Naah naah, i dont have any such wishes for myself.

I want my Dream guy to be a simple; sober man.. Looks are very much deceptive. He would be all charming and Dashing to me if I would perceive him that way.. His talks should be killing, more than his looks..His way of being attractive would matter to me.. His eyes would ultimately make him flamboyant, looks really arent a big deal! He should know when to be serious about matters and when to laugh over them.. He should be extremely loving. Honesty shouldn't be his best policy but if he wouldn't wanna upset me, he would know what to do.. He should be passionate about couple of things in his life.. including me..There should be no boundaries of anything between the two. Love should be spicy in the alliance; lacking from no sides. He should be so understanding, that my eyes should convey all to him, if not my lips.. I dont want him to be affluent, I just want him to have that confidence and ability of doing A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G in life. Ofcourse he shouldn't be even close to those negative matters such as consuming alcohol , and he would know what.. :P
He should be a family person.. Respectful, Cheerful amongst his family members.. Religious too!
He should be aware that God exists and is omnipotent! He should be wealthy by heart and not be at lofty heights leading nowhere. He should be proud of his choice, and have guts to conquer all with his smile. He should know that small matter leads to high spirits. No matter how sad the situation would be, he should have faith in himself as well as me that, "Everything really would be allright".
A guy who should have no attitude when it comes to me.. He should be down to earth. Yes yes, am very short temper, but I wouldn't dare to stay mad at him for more than a couple of minutes.. Afterall love is all we need..He should forget his miseries seeing my smile, he should really be a Romeo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He got to be Romantic all the way ! LOL! I am sorry but Librians are passionate lovers.. Leaving the main course behind would just be an end of the chapter.. And and.. Pretty much Thats about it..

Now my anticipation has been noted here.. Precisely, I want a guy who doesn't exist in this world. LOL! I dont foresight any man in the world to be as per my dream guy.. So falling for the wrong community would equal to murdering my feelings.. Oh la la la... J'ai eu à attendre (I got to wait)..


Until then, let other feminine thoughts build up in the human mind.. 


BRAVOO !! 

© Latika Sareen

Afreen hai Tu..

   Aaj baethe the guftagu karne..
Inkaar na sun paye uska..

Sehte sehte has bhi diye..
Fir Bhulana chaha,
To aansu aa gaye..

Tham gaya tha jaise ye sama,
Khuda se pucha ki "dil ro kyu raha hai"
To woh bhi has diye,

Ye keh ke ki "Pyaar zyada na luta uspe, ke fir dobara ho na paayein"
Afreen hai tu, Sambhal ja
Fanah kahi na ho jaaye..

© Latika Sareen

And "IT" happened to her... The unforgettable phase of her Childhood !

       She was 11.. Perhaps a year or two younger than that. The life for her had just commenced..
The unwoven dreams, the real power, the reality of the world.. was just a blur image to her.. Yet she moved on.. she moved on at that tender age, to be a mature, fulfilling woman.. woman?? At 10? You might be thinking how young she is to even build something like "maturity" in her head.. However it was snatched from her with time.. over time !
Her family consisted of just 4 family members.. The storm was gonna arrive but she was naive to understand anything like that.. She didn't even have the worldly knowledge ! The attitude towards people was just as juvenile as that of a baby.. Her father, her grandmother, her younger brother and her dad's younger brother.. was her clan..She was never solitary without any adult's consideration.. She always had someone or the other to look after her, to take care of her, because she was lonely..
Mostly, her dad's brother (who was about 22 years older to her) always surrounded her.. Wasn't it supposed to be like a family gesture? It was yet it wasn't.. There were some freaky intentions of her dad's younger brother, but as i said, she was in her adolescent phase of life. Every time there was no one else to take care of her or look after her, he was the one who always popped out from somewhere or the other with those devil sights..

She had a plight to cry in.. Her dad used to be at work, her grandmother was too old to keep running behind her.. her brother was only 7, a kid himself.. the only being left who wanted forcefully to see her was her dad's brother.. Deliberately things were being done by him to get the girl closer to him. For god sake 22 years was a big difference. He used to pamper her, used to bribe her by getting chocolates and money, food.. blah
So being alone just with her was his only motive.. his only aim.. his only devilish purpose..
The time of the day he used to see her by herself playing or drawing, he used to catch up to her and give her that negative eye sight with no good intentions in them. However, she never was scared because he was her dad's brother who she thought of as a family..

He got her this time, alone.. He tried "touching" her, everywhere on her body she was never comfortable with.. No one was home except the old grandmother who was in another room.. He was in another room with the girl, he misbehaved, on and on but slowly by making the girl greedy for the stuff he used to get.. money.. chocolates.. toys... it wasn't even understood to her that what is he even planning to do, she had no idea what molesting was.. It was cold season while she was sleeping in her room with her grandmother in another.. He came inside ! Got in the quilt with her and touched her body ! Kissed her neck, her face, her lips. She woke up, had a sense that something is going on terrible yet she remained silent. He got on her, opened her pants, and did what he wasn't supposed to. He tried making love to her but she kept going away to a distance. She had fear in her eyes ! She was SCARED ! He was a drunkard, a terrible chain smoker.. a man of no importance.. a man who didn't have any aim in his life except molesting girls.. he was a rapist to the girl !!

He kept getting closer to her, kept kissing her with her lips with no movement.. kept licking her face and ears..
He asked her to put her hands in there.. He had those guts to ask his niece.. She refused, she tried going away from him with those fearful eyes.. He held her hand and got her back on the bed.. It was done with her deliberately.. she was bearing all; he had threatened her not to utter a word against him, or else he would not leave her.. She was silent, everyday of her life in that phase was a challenge for her to get over with. She was a prisoner in her own house. She had those sleepless nights of fear.. those moments when she used to sweat like anything in the middle of the night thinking what if he touches her again !

of course she tried telling all to her grandmother, by saying "Mummy, chachu was touching me yesterday". However, the grandma tried to ignore it by thinking shes just playing or shouldn't talk like this about her dad's brother.. she then never had courage to tell anyone because she thought no one would believe her..
He molested her.. He did by being closer to her as a family member.. Years later.. when she turned 13, nothing had changed.. The negative, intentions were still there, but now she was a grown up.. She knew the character of her dad's brother.. She stayed all distant from him, yet he appeared in front of her like a ghost figure and made her go through the ugly phase again.. she even had several fights with him screeching to stay away from her.. Would he have listened? He was a beast; a demon.. a slut !

Finally she got rid of him, she got thousands of miles away from him.. Shes a mature young lady now.. Shes sensible of judging the good and bad.. Yet whenever she sits down in an uncomfortable ambiance or see a man coming closer to her.. Her heart fails to beat.. She gets numb and tries getting away from such moments.. Perhaps that's the major reason she doesn't like MEN ! She claims "Men are dogs" every time the image alarms her.. And the man.. HE IS STILL ALIVE SUFFERING THROUGH TONS OF DISEASES AND ISSUES.. She wants him dead anyhow... But those astounding times of her teenage still gets her low and she cries.. she gets in tears..

She has faced the unexpected... She is still not out of it, perhaps she never would be... It gets harder for her to trust Men... because she knows it all now, she knows what "touching" is.. But still, it was Intimidating even then.. and its Awfully Breathtaking even now.. -_-

© Latika Sareen

Really? "Happy" is the word?

Shes trying to escape from the memories of one...

Shes crying yet laughing out there...

She knows whats right yet she likes the wrong..

Shes pretending all to be FINE with..

She doesn't answer any questions, nor she asks any...

She pretends like everything is all-right..

Shes thinking and capturing the Wow moments in her head...

With swollen eyes ; dead inside..

She will pretend like nothing had happened...

She will still smile and happily move on...

                  She was getting used to the "scenarios of life"...

Now, Shes accustomed to all..

© Latika Sareen

Friends for life.. Life for Friends.. Lovable Creatures !!

My Mentioned madonnas.. XoX

          I have a feeling right now to break apart.. just to get done with things and say goodbye to the world..

Sounds too chicky? Actually, dilemmas are such that it tends to reach the "got done" part.. Anyhow, since losing and winning is the part of the game, so i wont back off.. nevertheless i prefer losing..

I never knew that one day out with the best of the friends could make you escape the disputes and scrapes. Yesterday was perhaps one of another Coolest days of 2012 ! A small get together could even make the miseries diminish as if they never were scratched upon... After all friends are what they prove to be there for..

1. 1. The Honesty
2. 2. The Devils
3. 3. The real selves..

As listed.. Without being truthful lies no center ... I love how 2 of my really close ones would never dare to hurt me in any way or lie to me.. Its like a chain with a good deed ends up getting good.. Am i not lucky enough to have them in my life? Mucho Mucho luckyyyyy !!

The devils? are u thinking why i listed that above? Because, if a devil being chatters and gains the sympathy, even if its easier for me to be gullible.. The two Madonnas  in my life would kick his ass just to make him feel their power.. Ha Ha

The last but not the leastt -- The REAL SELVES ! The two young ones, don't conceal themselves anyhow. They are truly the two real inside out beauties in my life.. Their aura remains with the ones they interact.. The charm is never ending.. and the best part of them is that they bring you alive from the dead scenarios..

Demands of a normal human being would never come to and end. A fact is a Fact ! However The only understatement to be used would be that, friends would always be there even if "love" of yours ain't..

Oh yes, ask the ones who have been on the road before... The new path takers, got no experience.. Blah!

Life indeed is short.. Then why do we spend half of our lives fussing and arguing about the care and love we bestowed? Its hard to make everyone comprehend the needs and necessities of one soul.. Yet, The best friends get all.. :) Cheers to the power of such bonding !! 

© Latika Sareen