According to a anonymous internet being : What a woman should have

Strange new find: A FWD (something that is sent from a person to another i.e. forwarded) by email. From my inbox today here are some interesting ideas, somethings I don't agree with and many that are simply impossible.
At the end of some statements I want to ask why?
Why should she?
But sometimes I think she should. Its lovely.
Read for yourself.
Appreciate. Criticise. I present to you....
What a woman should have!

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
one old love she can imagine going back to...
and one who reminds her how far she has come...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE....
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own even if she never wants
to or needs to...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE....
something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams
wants to see her in an hour...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
a youth she's content to leave behind....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE....
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in
her
old age....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE.....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE....
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her
cry...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE....
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in
her
family...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe
for a meal that will make her guests feel honored...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a feeling of control over her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
HOW TO QUIT A JOB,
BREAK UP WITH A LOVER,
AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't
take it personally...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...

Random Act of Boredom and Useless Information For Today

If you scroll down in an Excel sheet...
for
all eternity~
You
will,
after
5 minutes
of
very
hard
work
realise
that
even
the
unexplored
bit
ends
at
65536
rows.

The universe of Excel (and perhaps excellence) is limited.

EXTRA! EXTRA!

Chamki's 10 commandments update:

• Phone check Rs. 50 per week. All under control.
• Stationery: No silly buy. Only a LAMY and a Sheaffer calligraphy pen! But I have a little job like thing to compensate so I don't feel guilty OK.
• Clothes: None bought. None stitched as yet.
• Public Transport: All good!
• Beauty: Nothing bought. I made my own scented spray! Its water based but great since summer is here!
• Paid meal: A mini splurge happened. :s
• Weight: 2 kg lost. Tummy getting back to shape slowly, very slowly.
• Computer usage: Uncontrollable! Also job is here so need to work na!

So far not bad!
*** stars on 5

Letter to J

Dear J,












Chamki.

Its doodling isn't it?

The story of the lost heritage found.

Xanadu Times' joint venture

The Editor, Chamki had scheduled to meet His Highness Mr. NoneDone who rides into the sun on 16th February 2007. After a meal at Yoko Sizzlers, they proceeded to a nearby park to discuss a TOP SECRET joint venture. These photographs are clicked by the secret overhead camera. Below is a page from Chamki's journal which has the signatures of the two as proof that an agreement has been signed. What might this agreement be? Its a secret. A TOP SECRET. An inquiry commission will look into the matter. Meanwhile, rumours of another secret meeting have been heard. Sources suggest the focus of the meeting is image, technology and the changing face of stationary! More on this in our next issue!

Crepe Station at Carter Road. Yummy. Decent music thanks to World Space radio. The perfect place for a hungover breakfast. Orange and Blue walls. My journal and pen. Loads of memories.
I couldn't decide what to write on this page. There is way too much... way to many people.
This page is to all of you.

Useless peice of information for the day.

click to enlarge

Letter to The Summer House

Nibbling the path
From my home to yours
Salting my hair
With pickled memories,
I see The Summer House
Now, dog territory.

The wind tempts
Thoughts of you.
Fallen bougainvilleas
Stamped to dust.
Rickety cycles.
Words - cigarette hushed.
The winding pathway
A soundless song,
A letter crushed.

Dear you,
Thoughts are light
Like rice flakes.
Memories, heavy
Like dew.
I’m not lonely,
Neither are you.
We like
Shoe soles are
Never together.
Only a step ahead
Of each other.

Mr. Brightside

I know.
just hush.
there isn't much
but more.
Pain.
there isn't enough
but there is a lot.
Love.

Can I hug you now?
Why don't you answer?
Are you not here?
Do I think too much?
Do I bother you?
Please tell me if I do.

Bulleted

• Pondering about a system for our worlds is dealing with metaphysics.

(System of governance I would say but it already implies a lot I don't want it to)

I never seem to feel an answer already exists. Any answer is only a postulate.

Today I will tell you something about me.
When I was growing up I didn’t have a book for many years.
I got 2 books as gifts. One about a pup and the other about a duck.
Then years later a book in Hindi called Katha Sarovar (a reservoir of stories).
I don’t know what I grew up reading. I still don’t read much.
I didn’t feel the need either.
There was always a search of a story but not a book. I made my own stories in games.
Then we studied History and Geography in school.
We read a few pages about war.
I read a page about America, France, England, China, Japan, Russia.
About war.
I read about the war like America was a blotch of white and Russia a blotch of blue.
Countries. Not people. Not lives.
Names without meanings. No context or reasons. Just facts.
And it didn’t touch me.

In the comfort of my room I don’t think there is a war somewhere.
But does the world seize to exist when my eyes are shut?

In these images that move across my screen I see the promise of a life that I want.
In the waters and the lonely faces I see a need and want to do something.
Why?
Because I can see it.
I once spoke to a friend who said art doesn’t move him much. For a day or two may be.
He said a film doesn’t touch him and if it does it fades away.
I don’t mean ill of him. He’s honest.
I see endless possibility in a moment of a bad theatrical production about digging. Digging without a purpose. Sometimes it’s a bad thing.
Dreams dreams dreams. Do dreams have a point ?
Do dreams tell you how much you can earn?
Do dreams promise you stability?
But are they all bad?
Are they bad at all?

Every time I read a book or watch a film I feel closer to tapping the box inside my stomach. Knowing what my hunger means. Every time I sit in a bus or a train among the worried faces traveling irritably I feel the need to push something open. It saddens me to know I can’t do much about my state or the person next to me. I don’t have to fight or protest, I just have to offer my seat sometimes, sometimes it’s as little as that. But how we love to hoard the little we have when we can spread our arms wide open to encircle everything.

I don’t what it is that I have told you about me today but I’m glad there are lives and there have been lives that have been touched, moved and have managed to push that something open. That something, in my everyday.

Chamki's 10 commandments.

1. No new clothes. Not that buy too many. I really don't. I bought something worth Rs. 60 last week and before that something for my birthday... August. Anyhoo... I will stitch my own clothes, learn to stitch I mean.
2. No waxing.. No money should be wasted in trivial matters like this. I shall find alternate ways to get the desired result without spending. No artificial methods. Something revolutionary.
3. No public transport must be used when you can walk or cycle.
4. No buying soap or similar liquids which seek to tempt in colored bottles.. Well that’s the only beauty product I can omit. The only others I use are Kajal, body mist, essential oils and sunscreen and I’m not going to buy those either.
5. This is the tough one! I will not do any... I can't say it! Any... stationery shopping. Yes. No paper. No pens. Unless there is no other alternative, which there is always don't cheat your self... say it c'mon.... No Stationery shopping. However, I'm allowed to go to the raddiwala.
6. Only one paid meal permitted. No McDonald’s happy price menu, I'm not happy with one burger.
7. Return library books on time and avoid paying Rs. 2 per day. Leave for any place way before time to avoid sudden expenses.
8. No extra butter and cheese. Watch where you are growing.
9. Computer usage: 30 minutes in the morning. 2 hours at night by the clock.(ha ha! It sounds like a joke) Phone: Rs. 50 a week. I said it. That’s it. It’s final.
10. Must follow To-Do List. Yoga. University. Study. Steady Sleep. Guitar lessons. Create. Obey Self. Prayer corner upgrade. Earn. Travel.

The Do's

1. Go Alternate!
2. Look, search, discover.
3. New. Change. New. Change.
4. Invent.
5. Reuse.
   
6. Learn.
7. Spend time by self.Meet few. Close or new .
   
8. Watch movies.
   
9. Read. Eat healthy. Write more.
10. Push the limit.

Anyone is free to join me. Everyone free to point out faults.
This plan begins Feb 15th.

Poor

Ugly

I was looking through the old love letters on my blog.
Poetry, random notes written a while ago.
I was good!
I was good.

Creative Chaos required again.
I would write anything!
2 lines.
A silly rhyme.
words.
Nothing stops me now
but I just don't.

Wait
February 14th.