SlutWalk

                 Believe it or not!! My short skirt has nothing to do with you!!

Yesterday I found number of men & women moving from Jantra mantra holding similar banner to that of the topic above.  Few peoples understand what this parade is all about and those who don’t still might have been thinking for them as Anna’s supporter.

Anyways, it was SlutWalk which was very much loud and clear to give its expression i.e. against the women mental & physical harassment.  It was started from Toronto, Canada in april 2011 and within 3 months it reaches to Delhi... Amazing sprit and very much appreciated.

All around girls and boys are moving together and proudly called the movement as Besharmi Morcha. It is very much true that none of the people either they belongs from any society has right to tease, rape etc with the women. Watching around every day I found number of men wearing ear rings, long hair, so called stylish shoes in short they try to give appearance as semi men.  Even then girls never comment on them!  So who gives a moral right to men to give his direction on what is right or wrong for women?

I really understand girls have all right to wear what they want. But still I want to raise few points to them.  Let’s talk about Delhi where near to 65% peoples are outsiders. They came from different part of the country which is very much undeveloped.  It is not their fault if they are uneducated, underdeveloped and leaving home just for their livelihood. And you cannot accept for them to be open minded as you all sweet girls are. Getting situation more explained, what if I ask my wife to go in swim suit to nearby lake in my village, shall it be acceptable for the peoples living to that society..??

Ours India is not a Western Country where the culture is quite different and the Police force is strong enough to Control the comparatively smaller population. In our Country as we all know it is quite the Opposite of western countries. No matter what we say and do, we cannot honestly say Women can wear whatever they like and roam at any time in the night and yet not encounter being touched or eve teased. The only thing we can hope is that Law would be more stringent and effective to punish the culprits for each count of offence and development of the undeveloped part of the nation from where peoples came from. Again i am not BLAMING the VICTIM but saying things like "I can wear what i want and i can roam whenever i want” is extending the issue too far especially in our Country.

Few days there was a very popular songs in the TV channels “mai karu to saala character dheela hai”.  I am sure like me you grew up hearing takes of Krishna’s charming exploits including stealing clothes of bathing women. I don’t recollect there being any shame associated. It was, and is charming. It is playfulness, it is innocent flirting and it is charming as hell. Now imagine what would happen if he were to do so today.  Will that be accepted, NO!  None of the minds are pure to that level.

Girls please wait for the time till all the minds get pure else wait them to be developed and open minded like you.

FDI a view from non economist

I have only studied economics in 9^th and 10^th standard, so I only understand economics to very little extent.  But still when Mr PM (I have stopped giving respect to him because of 100 reasons) open the FDI, I got little worried. Even though I work for software company and that’s too depends on Foreign companies and their outsourced work still I’m worried.

Our country, it was Bharat before and now it is India. India is a developing country and working hard to get more advanced in terms of technology, infrastructure scams etc. everything and Bharat is the old format which is struggling for its existence. We have to understand which one is more important. Are we ready to left Bharat for letting it die and move ahead with India or we still understand its importance.

FDI in retail sector will be based on bharat to make India happier, stronger, and cleaner and in returns bharat have to give many things and that is compulsory under definition of economic destruction.

Last week I had heard what PM said about FDI. It was very good speech and if asked I will gave maximum marks to whom who had wrote that speech, for sure it’s not PM own words. But the time that will end, I got many questions to my mind. Why suddenly FDI now..??

When country is struggling with scams and coal is in the way with many more to come why suddenly FDI now.  Was this strong decision is taken only for the betterment of India or something else.

Today, India need to open up for business we all understand that and it’s very important too but at what cost is also need to understand is important. India also needs to be able to learn how to compete with world class completion. Not letting foreigners come and do business along with us is surely a sign of weakness. It will surely be like hosting Olympics and not allowing best countries to compete. There will be hardly anyone who will not agree to these facts.

But one questions, for whom we want betterment. Do us only responsible for India.  Mr PM gave us a dream the big companies will come and they will make our farmer richer too is very doubtful. For any business organization, earning own profit is the only target , how come PM try to give perception the these companies will be like paracetamol and only taking this will manage all the damages that have been made by him in last so many years. We have to understand these are profit earning companies not NGO.

Middle man those who works between farmers and sellers will be out but these will be replaced by IIM based candidates who will do same work but wearing suit and tie.  May be in starting they might give more money in return but for sure it will not be in long term because companies have to maintain their growth chart, profit margins and more things.

We all know how Indians private firms like Reliance, Tata, Jindal group etc. play major role in making government policies for their own profit. 2G, coal are the latest example. So when our Indians companies so good in playing with polices, are we ready to give commands in foreign powers that have many times more money and power. Those who think for the rule and regulation must know how good our politicians are in taking bride in return of that.

Sooner or later if we go ahead they will captured our basic products and country will be depended on them for survivals.

Why can’t our PM focused on increasing agriculture productivity and dispose of its natural resource at right prices.  Instead of such cruel decisions aren’t PM should concentrate on increasing our agriculture growth to 4% at least.  Why they are not accepting that they fail to improve agri sector and now want foreigner to their job.

Let’s wait for the time when we will eat chinese atta and channa. We will be happy because they will sold at clean place, by well suited beautiful girls and boys with respect and they might be forgetting what they have paid for this.

Our own FARMERS, REST IN PEACE. 

Yuvi fighting with cancer

A Saturday morning but it was not just another morning, this got something special with it. India had to play its 20-20 match with New Zealand. It wasn’t world cup neither defeating New Zealand is too important as it used to be with Pakistan. But still it was going to be a great match that is only because of one player Yuvraj. A hero of world cup was coming back. It was a day like all county was ready to give standing ovation to this boy.

After all he was coming back after fighting with cancer.

Since childhood we all have seen many from our own homes, relatives, nearby people dying from this cancer. But all are not as lucky and strong as our Yuvi is. All cannot afford to have American doctors. Due too many more factors, even if they don’t want to, but have to die. Our nation is moving forward with great speed but still there is many much more to do so even those who cannot afford can also get chance to fight with this cancer.

I really want to wish Yuvi a great come back. And Wish our country would have same back sometime.

Good Night India. 

Independence aah not again please..

Almost 2 hours left as we approaching for our another Independence day.  The one day when we paint our profile pictures with tricolours and finally come around to respect our country and celebrate it. But somehow I’m not happy at all to enjoy this day.

In my childhood, I was told that Independence day is to signify our freedom but freedom from what.??

Non my female friend can walk freely after 8pm else she would be find by powerful male on the road, will be strip her naked and try to grab every inch of her skin. Was this is for Independence day ? Many women have to work on the agreement that she would serve herself to his boss after office hours. And when she make died to herself, no one from Police is able even to trace the accused it’s like he went to moon.

To my childhood, I was made to learn in social science class that PM is the position in our respected system that got the maximum power. But when I saw him to my television and will be seeing him tomorrow I will certainly not feel proud because I knew already whatever he speaks will be not his own words. He is directed by somewhere else. So if he can’t even speak at himself, why should I bother to listen him and feel proud.

I accept, I did mistake to give my vote for congress and feel I’m also same responsible to all the scam happening all around. Not sure how many politician feel responsible to this because they enjoy to doing scam as such their appraisal or annual bonus depends on the amount of scam.

Every day, I look at the peoples at the street I found Hindus & Muslims. I found SC/ST. But did I ever found Indian even, I don’t know. Many be I don’t know what is the real classification of being Indian.

To the every independence picture, I found pic common and that is of Mohan Das (sorry I won’t call him Mahatma). Why only Babu denotes for national freedom, there were many more  who died for this day. How they can be forgot.

It is well known, how good Pakistan with India been. Still many so called Indian raise their flag and celebrate their independence at our land. Why can’t our system punish them, simpley because they are muslim.?? One who can cry for dying terrorist at batla house encountered cannot be expected to perform.

I don’t really find any genuine reason to celebrate this day as National pride. For me it will be another day, when I will be struggling for my basic needs.

For those who are happy enough, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY !!!!.  

"o womaniya"

“Men will always be Men”, “Men will always be DOG” are some of the common phrases which were used since long time. To some or better say, many occasion I too accept it might be right say that. Anyways, yesterday noon when I was at Central Delhi I had an impression that almost a group of crowd pointing toward a girl, who was with her boyfriend. What we called our self as Modern Indian, were we have happily accepted Boy-Girl Friend culture, what makes this couples so impressive is very right thing to find out. For me also point of attraction is that girl who had captured attention of almost 90% of on-going crowd. It just took a second to understand, it was only because of her dress. She had worn jeans with a top: top with almost so transparent that I can still imagine and draw style of her inner wear to my drawing sheet. It is also important to add, temperature is not much than 35’c. In a place like Delhi where we know neither police and nor any men are good in protecting girls, what make her think to wear such provoking and seducing dress is tough to understand.

Suddenly I felt, the whole society is been struggling for girls. And knowing this fact, girls too working hard to make the demand all-time high. SALWAR-SUIT & DUPPTA is the common wears I have seen my elder sister’s where wearing before their marriage but if you rotate your eyes; you would hardly find a girl which has worn DUPPTA. Not just that, the way our new aunties have started wearing Saree is too good to notice.

Times of India and Hindustan Times where been awarded many times for maximum sales among newspapers section. We have ‘The Hindu’ also but nowhere in comparison to that demand. What makes TOI and HT so demanding, thus they have extra news, right or true news..?? Certainly big NO. It is only because of the Delhi Times, which got pictures of beautiful girls in short dress. Getting more in depth, have we ever cared of advertisements coming at television these days? You should use certain deodorant because girls attract towards it. ‘Virat Kohli’ prompts to use certain cream, because they will help in getting girls attracted and many more we have in similar fashion.

Why all we do is for girls, is a big question to ask..? And Girls, boys are already very much crazy for you, please not be responsible to make them mad.

Unbalanced society

We all have seen what happen at Guwahati. And I’m nowhere in position to defend what boys did there. It was absolute animalism. I too have seen the video that is available at NDTV official website and it force me to think the same incident with another view.

Few days back there was a rape came into news from Noida in which 4 school boys were accused to rape their classmate. When Police did the investigation it was found, all the 5 where drunk. 

I don’t know how many of you have watched the video of Guwahati incident till end when a person asked the details from the girl. She too was from 11^th standard.

The both incident have 2 things common, it was an event happen after getting drunk and a girl molested. What kind of society we are building where schools lads where allowed for having alcohol. I remember my school times, that time we don’t even think of getting wine. If have in a mood of doing something nasty at max we use to watch some Hollywood movies where you can see a couples of kiss scene. In our personal hostel room, silently we use to talk about girls and that’s also very rare. But now having boyfriend & girl friend is taken as status symbol. No matter how many good friends you have, but you should have maximum facebook friend’s list. And those who have max girl’s in their list can be termed as COLL DUDE.

A father of my friend use to have PAN PARAG but till date he won’t get a power have to it in front of his Father. I won’t term power as GUTS, it’s better can be termed as respect. Do we have same respect now. I don’t think so, having beer with son or viceversa can be taken as open minded father or parents.

Let’s talk about girls also. India is free country and you are allowed to wear whatever you wish to, their can’t be any sort of argument in this. Now, how wonder if a girl wearing sort pants and sleep at my village home’s roof. Will mosquito let her sleep properly ?? I can’t think so. Society can be taken as same, where even you are not responsible for mosquitoes but it would you first who will suffer and have to do something for your own protection.  You need to understand, peoples living around you are still not as open minded as you become. They are not practice to digest when they see a girl in sort dresses.

We were Indian earlier, started coping European. Now we are neither Indian nor European.  And this is what is root cause of the incident what is happening all over the country. Boys who did these things can’t be only responsible for this incident.. there are many more. 

who is responsible for that

‘Strike’ is very common for any of the Indian Engineering College. Once again there was strike at my college and principal trying to convince the student to off the strike. Suddenly first year boy came up and asked few question with the Principal.

“Sir, many times we have to call the strike for good food, water cooler, generator etc. Point is not whether today again we off the strike or not, Point is to think why is strike happened. This is very true fact that we are not getting proper facilities for what we have paid already, can you please name of person who is responsible for this? ” Principal don’t have answer but that boy was asked to leave hostel very soon.

Something very similar is happening to our country also. Somewhere Baba Ram Dev is on strike for black money, somewhere Anna is struggling for strong Lokpal. There is no point in thinking whether Baba or Anna is corrupt person or not, question is why there is need to get on strike? Can Respected President or Prime Minister of our country give us a certain date by what they can bring black money back?  Let the date be of after 1 year, 5 year , 10 year or 100 year but at least one date, can they be and if not then for what they are being paying of ?

We have very high respect for parliament and we are taught in our school classes that it is should be same way respected as we have for our temples. But they why we have so many criminal in our temple, who one is responsible for getting these criminal in our temple.

April 13, 1919 was the date when Jallianwala Bagh massacre happens. So many innocent peoples were killed by British Troops.  It was past but what happen in present modern India. Peoples sleeping at Ram Lila Maidan was beaten rudely, Anna was arrested before starting the fast. Peoples are arrested for making cartoons. Wasn’t anything changing till now?

IPS Narendra kumar was killed and many political parties have done condolence also. That was fine, but do anyone have answer why peoples like Satyendra Dubey, Narendra Kumar and many more were killed and no more killing like these will happen again.

Respected Manmohan singh jee and many other great leader please stop playing with our country. We are already no more PROUD INDIAN and God know who is responsible for that.

Give some of your time for yourself also..

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

eyes re-open

I tried to open my eyes but I just can't. I felt that my eyelids weigh about a ton each. I had a nasty taste lingering in my tongue and the atmosphere around me seems serene.  I tried opening my eyes again and succeed opening it half way through.
 

I found myself lying on a crisp bed. I feel lots of pain in all part of body. Slowly, I remembered I was working till 3 AM till morning without having sleep since last three nights. I also remembered feeling a little unwell. But that did not bother me. I wondered why. Other than a few mild attacks of cold and cough I did not have a single health hazard. But what and how this!! I was having high temperature due to constant working and improper diet. 
 

But then, it has been years since I did so many things. Work is like alcohol - it consumes you and kills you. I now realized how much of this is true. The last time I genuinely joyous was when I got through a job interview. I gave my friends a good party that lasted all night long. Friends - how alien this word seems now coming into my mind. I haven't a clue as to what happened to any of them. I never returned any calls initially and then when I shifted my residence did not even bothered to inform.

I started working first for the sake of job satisfaction, then for money and then for power. Now I don't know why I work. I just feel that it is a natural compulsion from within. My routine, for years, has been machine-like - very precise and by the clock.
I don't know who my neighbors are. I just know there is a dog next door because I can hear it bark at nights. My only unknown companion, a sign of life around me. I rise every day at six and by 7.30 am, I am out of my house. I pay a visit to the gym, but never get enough time to go and work. Then I rush to my office. I stay locked in my cabin which is furnished with great flourish and sometimes I become so involved with my work that I forget to eat.
 

I heard the pitter-patter of the raindrops against the windows and I open my eyes again. The aroma that the first rains of the monsoons evoke is an exquisite one. I find a few bouquets standing on a table near by. And I just realised that the people at work can't even be original. All of them had a foot-note attached and they are all exactly the same except for their signatures. I can think of 100 other people working to get into my position. Strangely it doesn't worry me now. I wanted to reflect on the times that I lived as a human.
 

I was a totally muddle-headed teenager with my stuff thrown all over the place. I used to love trekking and I can still remember the great times I shared with my friends, sitting by the bonfire, talking about everything. Dreams, fears, joys, sorrows and some of us did not even know what we wanted to be then. We were in paradise, blissfully happy and happily ignorant, that the harsh world was waiting for us just around the corner. My dad was a great inspiration always urging me to do what I wanted. I was totally secure in a blanket of love and youthful exuberance and confidence. But I wonder where is the happy teenager in me now. Or was it really me then? I am buried deep beneath the rubbish of sophistication, obligation and a host of other adjectives spelling nonsense.
 

It is 3PM and I’m feeling hungry. I wake get fresh and took something to eat. 
 

I am well enough now to move about. I saw it was just completed the rain and a very awesome season outside. I decided to go out for walk and slowly reached to a nearby park. I look around to see whether there some place to sit and I discovered a stone bench. I have picked up a couple of paperbacks and my IPod and went to this heaven. What a relief.
 

I watched the sky changing its colour like a chameleon. Golden one moment, yellow, deep orange and then watched the darkness creeping through and engulfing the sky. As I gather my things and began to walk back I noticed the handsome doctor with another doctor. I can only see her hair thick, long and flowing. I can remember only one other person who had such lovely hair - my best friend- Rhea. I approached her rather tentatively and I wondered whether she will recognize me now and if she recognizes me, would she accept me as her friend again?
 

She recognises me immediately and to my obvious delight hugged me tight. She sat their and we had a long talk about the time we spent together and what we did with our lives. I found out that she had indeed achieved her cherished goal to be a doctor and was now a practicing cardiologist. The day after is Monday and old familiar faces was waiting for me. I was thrilled and was left with no words. I hugged all of them and they all make me feel wanted. It's almost as if I have never been away. I thanked God for such wonderful friends. 

I remember a school song -

"Every rainbow in the sky, every pretty butterfly,
Tells fascinating news to those who dare to hope,
That God still, still loves the world."

I do understand that I can't stay without working for the rest of my life. But I do need this break, some breathing space to rediscover myself, my joy and happiness. Moreover, I need to rejuvenate myself. I will work, but only to keep myself occupied and I will never again allow it to occupy me and consume me completely. I guess everyone wants to move forward but there are some people who would do anything to take a couple of steps backward and stand and watch, if only for just some time. I feel a little better already. My books are spread out in my room, the local radio station is playing all my favorites songs, my friend is making me some hot chocolate and I feel like dancing. Next time you see me standing in the rack and putting my walking stick to bed or asking for a slice of tea and a cup of bread, don't bother. I am as well as anyone can possibly be.

Love .. is all about

Love is so melodramatic; you want your person more deadly when he/she is not with you. You keep on waiting every night even knowing there is no one to come. Suddenly you become all alone even being in mass.

When you think of Love, so many pleasant memories come in your small mind in a moment. Some time it makes strong like Trajan and some time it makes u cry likes a baby.

So what the LOVE is..?? Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.

It is feeling of joy which makes you happy even in cry…

All deserve this essential feeling and I wish all get this.

God Bless All, even me sometime. 

Good Night.

I Still Love You.

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!