Postcards From J

pope john paul II 1920 - 2005 "eternal rest grant unto him, oh lord and let perpetual light shine upon him." may his soul rest in peace.

men think its quite a task to understand women and to know what we want. but here's an attempt to figure out what men want... still reading? a long time ago, i had registered on some site which proudly proclaimed of trying to make the world a smaller place. as with most things on the internet, i registered and promptly forgot about it. till one day, i re-discovered an email from them. with a 'lets go check it out' attitude, i added some details about myself and for timepass, updated some stuff for the local dating section. and forgot about it again . days later, i check my inbox and whoa! what do i have in my junk mail folder??? about 25-odd emails from boys/men (call them what you want) asking to get in touch with them. initially, i was pissed reading some of them and hit the delete button faster than the speed of light. then i came across some absolutely hilarious ones...meaning some guys could actually attempt writing like that to a girl. here are some samples {pun int...

aargh! just coming to terms with this whole blogging experience... i've been tearing my hair apart since i put up my last postcard. being technically duh, i got all frantic at not seeing the last post. Ranju said she could see it and Thakkar , well, he was kind enough to lend some tech support to moi via yahoo messenger . some of his IT gyan did work, but i'm still lost. the price one pays to be a novice, i guess! just trying to belong, oops blog...

for a long time now, i've been thinking, nay, contemplating moving out of my parents' home...you know, all that jazz about being on my own two feet, learning to live and fend for myself... yes, it sounds rosy, but the emotions and decisions that go with the whole idea are clouding my mind. parents don't seem to think its a particularly good idea. which parent in india would? In fact, ma says that if i want to move out, "you should get married and go, and do whatever you want." kinda silly response, if you ask me. i've come across many of my friends who are thinking on the same lines, yet it is so difficult to just up and leave. physically, mentally and emotionally, it is unnerving. plus the whole rigmarole of finding a place, having to fork out the moolah for it, and then sticking to your guns no matter what can be a major letdown. at first, i couldn't even get myself to voice aloud what i really wanted...i was beginning to despair that i'm never gonna...