Monday, November 27, 2006

Celebrity Profile

A part from a Celebrity's profile:


here for: friends, activity partners, business networking, dating (women)

living: with roommate(s), friends visit often, party every night

turn ons: candlelight, flirting


Celebrity afterall! If not in real life but definetely in here.

Added Later:

Profile edit karne se kya hoga Mr. Celebrity?

4.00 pm

The eye surgery was successful. Zooni is not blind anymore.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

What a loser am I?

I hate to let leave my confidence. I want to screw his life. He should never dare to even think of putting any one else in trouble ever in his life. But lately I have been thinking, practically what is that I can do to him? He has spoiled my life. He loved watching me cry day and night. He enjoyed my romance with my boyfriend. I know now. He is the one. But what is that I can do to him? What did I do even after knowing that it’s him? Just let him do it. Even now let him be good in the eyes of every one else in the family. Let him come to my house and I cook Chinese noodles for him for dinner. Let him screw my life and dump me like garbage into the life of another person.

Forget about everything else. Forget about the past. Right now I am doing nothing else but just acting in front of everyone. Like a doll. Like a puppet I feel. My fiancé, my sisters, my mom all love me more now because I act the way they want. When I got engaged and started understanding the type of person my fiancé is I thought I would never change myself. I thought I will make him accept me the way I am if not today or tomorrow but definitely some day. But no my Jeeju has put me such a bloody situation that it all seems like a challenge to me, to love my fiancé and act in front of him. It sucks. Trust me. It sucks big time. I am just a doll with which everyone would like to play. But where has my confidence gone? I am sure. I can’t do anything. I cannot even give Jeeju a day’s tension in his life. He is great. I admire him now for playing such a clever game with me, with a girl whom he understood very well, whom he knew even if she ever comes to know that it was him, she would not be able to do anything to him. He didn’t even think of the difficulties she had to face leading a young life without the help of her father. He is the real man. A man the world would love. A man my sister loves. A man she thinks is smart and clever. Haha…

Monday, November 20, 2006

I love it!

It is drizzling in Dubai. Beautiful! I love the weather-cool under dark sky.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Before posting this I was really wondering if it is possible to mention my very feelings in words or not and even if I did my best if anyone who reads can feel my pain or not. With all these doubts on mind I still posted a sensitive issue concerned with none but me is because I cannot keep it in mind all alone any longer. I am feeling very helpless & weak. I am sure I have not mentioned every single matter in the post not because I don’t want to but it is not possible. For that either I have to be in a different mood or I should have to be extremely dirty like my Jeeju.

I am in a very strange state of mind. A guilt feeling haunting me all day & night-why did I trust him? And even if I did why did he take advantage of my trust in him? The thought of he following me from office to college, watching my private moments with Rehan, pleasure he had in mind when I cried uncontrollably, when I got tensed and so many more. What ultimately did he want from me?

Can't find an appropriate title

For a week now I have been completely stunned of something really terrible that happened to me. I thought a lot. I wanted to think well before putting it on my blog because I wanted some time to decide if I should post it or learn to forget the matter and move on with other stuffs happening with me. But I made up my mind today. I am going to post it here. I want to share it with all who reads my blog. Let all my feelings- anger, disgust, self pity, hatred, sorrows, helplessness, pain, tears gush into my world of Non Sense.

Perhaps this is going to be the longest post in history of my blog.

It was in the month of November, 2005 that I shifted to my elder sister’s house which is also in Dubai. During the stay I & Jeeju became very close. He became a good friend & a brother I always wished for but never had in real life. We started talking on phone regularly. He was so encouraging that all of a sudden I started feeling more confident about myself. Those were the days of my life when I was not very close with my sisters or mom. I used to be busy with office & college all day (9.30 am to 10.00 pm ). I never used get time to talk to mum or sisters. And then I felt comfortable with my jeeju who used to keep a check on me all day when mom was not really bothered at all. I was very happy to find a loving & caring brother in Jeeju.

On the other side, it was the most wonderful days of my life with Rehan. We used to meet up regularly and used to have a lot of fun. One day I was on my way to college with Rehan when jeeju caught us together. He was so very upset that day that his voice trembling when he was talking to me. He caught me by hand and put me in car and we moved to his office which was in Sheik Zayed Road (quiet far from my college). While in the car I was very shocked & couldn’t utter a word. But he told me about how he got anonymous messeges on his mobile phone about me and Rehan. He showed me all the long messages he got on his cell, which was quiet vulgar and about the things that me and Rehan did in our privacy. I felt ashamed & cried like hell. I could not look in his eyes out of guilt.

At his office he questioned me all vulgar things that I never ever wanted to answer especially to a person who was a like a brother to me. I was sincere & didn’t lie on anything that he asked. But he did not believe my words. Finally, I swore on my dad who is no more on this earth and also on jeeju keeping my right hand on his head. Did everything to prove that our (Rehan’s & mine) love was so pure that we gave no importance for physical pleasure in our entire love period. Though we got hundred of chances privately for doing anything we wanted we have always utilized it sharing our thoughts, fights, kissing, hugging and telling each other how much we love. Neither I ever thought of sex with him nor he ever asked for it. We were so very lost in our own world of love that we never bothered about such big matters. In fact, it is still a big matter to both of us. Or maybe the other reason I mentioned love making as ‘sex’ is because we both thought ‘sex’ to be ‘sex’ and not really love making.

Back to topic, so the type of situation I was in those days I used to feel so guilty of the fact that my Jeeju had come to know about my love affair & he has even known my private matters with Rehan too. I used cry and cry those days. For a month (June) I & Jeeju kept on investigating on the anonymous person who was harassing me with threatening messages. It even said once that I should not get married to any guy or else the next sms would be send to my eldest brother in law’s mobile. This killed me even more because he is so elderly in our family that I never joke around with him or even talk to him unnecessarily. I hate to think of those days I spent without sleeping but only crying all day all night. Whenever I saw Jeeju’s names appearing on my cell I used to sweat thinking of what the next sms has informed him about me.

One day I and jeeju spoke on phone for so long that we decided we should find out the anonymous person. He said he spoke to some laywer whom he knew about the same. The lawyer said that the person who is sending anonymous sms would be caught on spot and given heavy punishment because harassing women is big crime in Dubai. We thought it to be one of the many guys who tried to propose me at college and whom I rejected on the first go. Not only did I reject but I never gave a shit for the guys of my college ever since that because every guy who came up boldly to talk me always ended with a love proposal. I hate them & I never bothered to even give them a glance. We thought they were angry with me because of my attitude. We thought it to be one of them who felt jealous of me and Rehan and wanted my jeeju to know of all these matters so that everything comes to an end. Then my thoughts diverted to my ex-boyfriends, two of them who were not in touch with me after the break up but then I could not stop doubting them. I somehow got the details of my ex to inform my Jeeju.

One night I bunked college and left to spy on this ex of mine along with my Jeeju in his car. He was so concerned of me that he wanted me to eat something and forced on some roasted cashew nuts. That very moment I relaxed on seeing the never ending care and love my Jeeju had for me. I felt never mind what happens but this man is going to be there for me always just like the elder brother I always wished for. We parked the car little far from my ex’s office watched him for 1 and ½ hour just to see him lock the office get into a cab and leave the place. I kept on trying on the anonymous number which was switched off all that time.

Another day I came up with this so that I could help myself out of the mess and worries I faced. Can’t forget the days I cried so much that everyday I had severe head aches. Jeeju as always so caring always came down to my office to check on me and console me not to cry and spoil my day for some bastard who is sending him anonymous messages. I told him about the confidential Government Department built mainly for the well being of expatriates in Dubai especially women. He said he enquired about the same but found that it is not worth anything because they only fine the anon with some huge amount and then leave the person after some Police questioning. I desperately wanted to complain about the anonymous person who spoiled my life literally, who made me cry and cry, who made me ashamed and guilty to even look into my Jeeju’s eyes. Thanks to my jeeju who never thought of informing the matter at home especially with mum.


With every day passing by I used to get worried on what the matter would be on the next sms from the anon bastard. So very tensed I was guys that I cannot explain even today. I hate to think of it. Once jeeju met Rehan and solved the issue. Like a good boy my Rehan stopped meeting me. I forced him for days and finally he agreed to meet up again. One more thing is that Rehan couldnt really do anything to find out the bastard who was playing games with his bebo’s life. Whether he was under shock or was tensed like me or whether he had other things in mind I never really knew. But he never could help me out expect stopping me from meeting him which was like killing me. I did not have the guts to share it with any of my friends because Jeeju & Rehan thought it could be even my friends who had secret crushes on me.

Slowly the messages stopped coming. The anonymous number remained switched off all time & forever. Jeeju came with a marriage proposal. The guy was Jeeju’s best friend’s younger brother, also a distant relative. Then the later matters I guess you all must be aware of since I have mentioned all that in here in various posts.

It was last Tuesday when I was calling up all my friends in the contact list of my mobile, I came across the anonymous number. A second’s thought I grasped my colleague’s mobile who was sitting next to me and dialed the number. To my surprise it rang and HE picked- the anonymous bastard. He picked but I could not recognize his voice. I let my colleague talk and listened carefully to that anonymous voice. I found out. Yes! I found out it was him-My loving caring Jeeju!

Guys I was cheated literally fooled by a person whom I thought to be a caring brother, a friend, a support, a motivation, the only figure who understood my feelings in my family. I was cheated and no other person on earth can cheat me to this extent for sure. I have got every proof that he is using that anonymous number at the moment. I will keep posting about it.

I still have not got out of the shock. Can’t believe I let someone screw my life just like 1, 2 & 3. What have I done to myself? Sheesh!

I will definitely update with the other dramas that he came up with after this incident. One more thing, he stills doesn’t know that I have caught his dirty game.

Friends, what do you think is the right name I should address him as in my next posts? Please suggest. Also what do you all think is the real motive behind this game-his dirty game?

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Current weather condition Dubai-33°C

Did I tell you guys that I had made another blog on blogger? An entirely new blog. Well, I did. The main reason behind it was that I don’t really get along good with my fiancé especially when it comes to communication. He is quiet possessive & jealous of me, in the sense over possessive and jealous of the number of friends I have. I won’t take it negative but I find it hard to adjust with him. And most of the time when I try to make him understand he just doest want to listen. I thought of starting another blog where I could do the same what I have been doing on this blog of mine.

It worked well for the first few days because he took the pain to read it. Hehe…..And now I keep on posting in there but he never reads. I never asked him though. But I know it because he never reacted to what I mentioned there. Smart I am na? It is such a boring blog you know? I myself find it boring. But anyways even when I started this blog I never expected anyone to read it. It was merely a place where I could burst with the over flowing emotions of mine. Okkai! Did that sound funny?

Anyways, here I am much more open. I don’t think before I type. I feel light. I feel good. Be it a silly outburst, momentary anger on Rehan, never-ending love for Rehan, frustration on Bihari colleagues, naughtiness of my nephew be it anything I feel really good and relaxed every time I post something on my blog. Above all it feels good to have some unknown people around to support, to encourage, to correct if I am wrong and to help me in any situation I tried to explain in my posts.

So Rehan please don’t try hard fishing for that blog anywhere on the internet. I am sure you won’t find it and even if you find it by chance you won’t find anything worth reading. Sometimes it is good to leave certain matters furtive than digging what might not be worth your time and energy.

“Beta, what are doing behind that tree?”

“Nothing mumma.”

“Don’t lie. You are digging the ground. I saw the hole that you made in the back garden.”

Sunday, November 05, 2006

An Outburst

These are few moments of my life when I am sure that he doesn’t deserve my true love. He doesn’t deserve it. He is mine and only mine. Today and everyday nobody knows how much I regret never forcing him into any future complexities ignoring his priorities of life. I am fool or I have never loved anyone so much. Or maybe I should never have loved. I never had to be so sincere to him. Or maybe I should not have been so sincere to myself.

Men are cowards. They are hypocrites. No one dares to be different. No one dares to change the attitude of a silly 20 year old girl who is yet to meet the real world-the real MEN. What a simple thing on earth to do? Yet some one is not able to. Haha….The very thought makes me laugh.

I will write all what I want. I might or may never regret writing this. But I hate myself for giving my soul to someone. I should not have really cared so much for a person whom I knew I would never have in my lifetime. The worst of all is he never asked for anything. It was consciously give and give and give and till I feel empty. Just the way I am feeling now.

I CANNOT and will never try to reflect my thoughts in a mail to a close friend or in few tears to my love or in some touchy words to mom. No one deserves to know it or rather it might be a failure to attempt to explain the thoughts of a confused mind. All I CAN and will do is kill the thoughts with help of time or build it high to persistently remind myself of what I am and how I got to be in the life fate once and forever made me hate. Again, it is up to me what I decide out the two and no one is worth knowing my mind-my decisions. The pleasure of feeling lonely and keeping everything to yourself is a must-feel thing. I swear!