Sorry Ms. Couric!!

This morning I wrote a strong post about Ms. Couric's interview of Gabby Reece.

Around 30 minutes later, my cell phone rang. It was Swami.

The conversation went something like this

"I read your blog post about Katie Couric"

He never calls about my blog posts. I instantly knew something was wrong.

"Yes Swami"
"What were you trying to say in the blog post?"
Uh Oh! He is trying to understand my rationale for writing the post. This is always step 1.
"I was angry Swami"
"It's ok Daasi. Let's step back and just talk about what you were trying to convey in your post"
Don't jump ahead. Just answer his questions!!
"I was trying to point out that Ms. Couric was being unfair in her interview and was using innuendo from another source to attack the views of the guest"
"Fair enough. Did you do that?"
Me relaxing. "Yes, Swami, I think I did"
"What else did you do?"
I have the post pulled up as I am talking. My hands are shivering now.
"I... I...I called Ms. Couric a female dog." I am feeling ashamed now.
"What else?"
"I'm sorry, Swami"
He ignores my apology
"What else?"
"I suggested that she must perform certain sexual acts for her husband"
"Very colorfully suggested" Did he enjoy the article? I dare not ask him. 
"What else?"
"I kind of yelled at her"
"Hmm.. Hmm"
"Why did you do that?"
"I felt that she insulted you, Swami"
"Excuse me?"
"She implied all men who needed their wives to be submissive were wimps, Swami, and since ..."
"Am I am wimp?" What! where did that come from?
"No Swami, far from it!!"
"Then?"
I am confused. Then? Then what?
"Then Swami?"
"If I am not a wimp, why did you feel she insulted me?"
"Because she seemed to paint you with a brush without knowing a thing about you"
"So?"
"So, that made me angry, extremely angry and frustrated Swami"
There is a pause. He lets what I have just said sink in. The silence is deafening. Suddenly I get it, we are in Step 2. He is educating me on my confusion between "actual reality" and "reality as I perceive it"
"Swami, are you there?"
"Yes"
"I'm sorry" Again he ignores my apology
"Do you get angry when somebody calls you names Daasi?"
"No, Swami, not at all. You have always coached me to be graceful even when others are not"
"Yet..you lit into Ms. Couric?"
"She did not insult me Swami, she insulted you!!"
"Hmm"
Another long silence.
"Daasi, Are you and I different from each other in your mind?"
Oh Lord one of those philosophy questions! We are one, yet we are not, he is my Swami for God's sake! I stay silent, not sure how to answer. He probes further. 
"Is there an exception in your behavior rules when I am the subject of a topic?" Uh Oh! the logic hammer falls on my head! I take in a deep breath. Of course not. I am to act gracefully and lady like, no matter what, no exceptions, even if I perceive somebody is insulting my Swami, because that is what my Swami expects of me. 
"No Swami"
"By the way, did she actually call me a wimp?"
"No Swami, it was just an implied smear on all dominant men. I don't know what happened. I just lost my temper"
"That was evident from the post, Daasi"
"I'm sorry Swami". Again he ignores me. This is the third time!
"So what do we do now?" Step 3. I know him so well by now!
"I can delete the post Swami?"
"What else?"
"I can apologize to my readers, for behaving in an undignified manner"
"Which do you think is a better option?"
I think about both options for a while. He waits patiently. 
"I should leave the post out there Swami. Words once said, cannot be walked back. It will be a lesson for me."
"I agree Daasi"
"I will write an apology in the blog"
"What will you say?"
"I will tell them that while I disagreed with Ms. Couric's view's my rant on her was uncalled for and I will apologize."
"That's a good plan, Daasi." Step 4. Agreement on what will be done to correct the situation!
"I'm sorry Swami."
"I know you are, Daasi. I love you. See you in the evening."
"Will I be punished Swami?" I am cautiously optimistic that he may say yes. A good spanking would be heavenly!!
"No. There is no need for that"
Click. The line goes dead. A small bead of sweat moves down my face. My palms are damp. My lips dry. He really owns my body, mind and soul!

My Apology

I said some things in my post about Ms. Couric that were not nice. I implied that she was a female dog and I mocked her and suggested she perform some sexual acts on her husband, that in all probability, Ms. Couric would find quite distasteful. I even got overtly familiar with her and addressed her by her first name, before ridiculing her and yelling at her. I am genuinely sorry for my crass behavior. 

One of my weakness is that when I perceive someone insulting Swami, I get a little bent out of shape. This is not the first time. I am working on this, hopefully I will learn from today's experience.
My behavior is a reflection of my Swami and I did not do him any favors today. For that I am truly sorry. I still don't agree with the way she conducted the interview or how she presented the viewpoints of her guest, but that did not give me the right to act the way I did!

Sorry for the rant viewers!! Sorry Ms. Couric!

Hugs
Swami's Daasi.

Expecting a Woman to behave like one, does not make you a Wimpy Man!!!

The culture in the United States today, does not actively encourage a dominant/submissive lifestyle. It barely tolerates it amongst adults. If the Dominant is a man and submissive is a woman, people are sometimes openly antagonistic towards it

Here is an example



The hostility of Katie Couric while feigning "not judging" was so blatant, it upset me to say the least! Her "Seriously?" remark even put the guest on the defensive.

"Men who need women to submit to them are nothing but wimps?"

You have the gall to read a comment like this on the air and not say "Seriously?" to it?

Sweet Katie, my Swami does not need me to submit to him!! I crave to submit to him! He is not a wimp! and if anybody says that about my husband to my face, I will smack them!

Yes, seriously Katie. If your husband wants to fuck you every day, let alone every 48 hours, then "Seriously", you must!! And not only must you fuck him, you must blow him, swallow his cum, allow him to enter you anally and let him pull your hair and spank you for being such a total b***h. And then you must thank him and go make him a nice meal!! Seriously!!

Let's see:

1. You have outlawed Polygamy in this country, so a man who is evolutionarily programmed to be polygamous, must now depend on his one wife for sex morally.
2. You frown on adultery. So a married man cannot go out and have sex with other women if his wife refuses to have sex with him, without the legal system exacting a bitter price for it.
3. You "Seriously" don't feel that his "one" wife needs to provide sexual pleasure to him when he wants it.
4. If he watches porn and masturbates because his wife doesn't give him sex, you "condemn" that as "objectification of women"
5. Yet you want him to be a "monogamous, strong yet gentle, hardworking, sensitive, share the housework equally, only have sex when you feel like it, refrain from cheating, porn and masturbation, diaper changing, respectful" husband?? 

SERIOUSLY?! SERIOUSLY?! SERIOUSLY?! OMG! Lord give me the strength to display kindness here!!
Breathe! Daasi Breathe!! Please read my apology for this rant here
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Ok. I am back.

Thank you Katie, for sharing your opinion. It was very interesting :-)

I wish you  a happy marriage with John Molner. I truly do.

Hugs

BTW, for folks who are wondering, here is Gabby Reece's view

The world's most beautiful face?

Is Florence Colgate the world's most beautiful face? Well you decide for yourself. 

Many women are prepared to pay a lot of money for - a perfectly symmetrical face, with large eyes, full lips and high cheekbones, something that Florence has.

Florence's face is considered near-perfect, according to science.

Researchers who've studied attractiveness say on a perfect face, the distance between pupils is 46 per cent of the width of the face from ear to ear - Florence's is 44 per cent. The distance between the eyes and mouth should be a third of the length of the face - Florence's is 32.8 per cent.



Florence is a British face. How about faces from other parts of the world?Here is a video that shows the "average face from 40 different countries". 


These are not real women, they are composite faces reconstructed from thousands of photographs from these countries by Face Research.
This is a fascinating website. Visit it and play around with the demos!Hugs

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Weekend Bollywood Blast: For your Love

One of my fondest memories is the birth of our daughter. A couple of years ago, Swami and I had taken a holiday trip to South India. During our trip we visited the famous Palani temple. Several legends swirl around when the temple was originally constructed with dates going back all the way back to the 5th century but inscriptions found at the temple seem to suggest it was constructed in the 13th century.

Palani is quite famous and is very crowded, but as we were leaving the town, our driver mentioned another less well known temple around an hour drive from Palani. The temple located on top of a small hill called Vattamalai, had a weird practice that piqued my Swami's interest and so we made the detour, instead of heading directly to Coimbatore airport.

There is a belief in Vattamalai that if a bridegroom carries his bride up the steps to the top of the hill where the temple is located, they will be together for seven lifetimes!!

I giggled when I saw the hill

"Swami, we are not newly weds, you don't have to do this" I told him.

He looked at the temple on top of the hill, then looked at me, trying to gauge my weight :-)

"I'm going to do it" he said firmly.

My biggest worry was that he would set me down half way up the hill and being superstitious I could not imagine this life, let alone the next six without him!!

The next morning, we were at the foot of the hill and Swami scooped me up in his arms. I said a small prayer as he started up the steps.

What does this have to do with the Weekend Bollywood Blast Series?

Well imagine my surprise, when this sequence was enacted almost exactly in a movie by Shahrukh Khan and Deepika at the same temple !!

I cried when I saw the sequence. It brought back so many memories.

In the movie Chennai Express ( Now available to stream on Netflix) Sharukh Khan carries Deepika Padukone up 300 steps into the inner sanctum of a temple.

I don't recall how many steps there were, but, it was quite an effort and I can tell you I had the same look in my eyes that Deepika has towards SRK in this shot. Her look is just priceless. The total awe, admiration and pure transcendental love I felt towards my Swami is hard to describe and kudos to Deepika for capturing that look of total devotion!!

BTW, there are some technical issues with the shot, for example, the idol shown in the movie is the wrong idol, because the entire inner sanctum shots were filmed in Mumbai. The director somehow replaced the actual diety with the wrong diety :-( This is a Murugan temple not a Balaji temple as shown in the movie ( For those who care!)

Nevertheless, the entire shot is so memorable. I vividly remember when my Swami finally set me down after we entered the temple. He was exhausted, sweaty and his back and hands were killing him, but he just etched his name on my heart forever!! I also felt a deep sense of shame for having doubted his resolve.

We had just started, trying to have a baby and at that moment, something in my heart told me I was brought to this temple for a reason. As were were exiting the temple, a woman I had never met before came up to us and said
"Take this Prasad (offering) and rest in the town for a night. Your wish will be fulfilled."

My Swami usually doesn't heed such requests, but he was quite tired and his back was killing him, so we checked into a hotel in nearby Kangayam and stayed the night.

That night, as my Swami lay on his back exhausted, I made love to him :-) I felt an incredible urge to get his seed into me that night!

The next morning we visited the temple again. This time I walked up the hill!!. I ran into the woman again and she smiled and hugged me when she saw us.

Three weeks later, I missed my periods and discovered I was pregnant!!

I will never forget Vattamalai and how I got pregnant with our daughter! I have superimposed this scene with a more dramatic song from an older movie, because it captures the sentiment I felt much better. Watch it with subtitles on!

You can also follow a link to the video here

Hope you enjoy it!

Hugs

Poll: Which of these Women is the most attractive? Vote now!

I am curious about our perceptions of beauty and attractiveness. Here are 12 images of women. After studying them carefully, would you please help me identify the top 3 women amongst these women that you find the most attractive?

No judgments or political correctness here. I just want to understand what my readers think :-)
You can also see what other readers pick!!

Woman 1

Woman 2

Woman 3

Woman 4

Woman 5

Woman 6

Woman 7

Woman 8

Woman 9

Woman 10

Woman 11

Woman 12

Pick the top three women you find the most attractive

Ten Marriage Tips every Wife needs to hear!!

Words in Italics are my thoughts or additions :-)

1. Respect your husband. I prefer worship, but let's not quibble here :-)
2. Guard your heart. It's locked. No one can enter except Swami. Only he has the magic password
3. God, Husband, Kids in that order. For me, Husband is God
4. Forgive. Always, Always, Always. Did I say Always?
5. Over Communicate, but with respect. Say how  you feel, but don't cut him down. Watch your tone! Here is one rule that I follow: If somebody in the other room can hear my voice, I am being too loud. Your words should fall like rose petals on him, not like rocks
6. Schedule a regular date night. Very true. Specially if you have kids
7. Never say the "D" Word. Say it? I don't even think it!! Sacrilegious!! 
8. Learn his Love language. Yay! Acts of Service, the one that rocks my soul is one of them!
9. Never talk negatively about him. This is divine law for me. I would rather die than talk bad about Swami
10. Choose to Love. Submit and Obey. Sometimes Love alone is not enough to quell your ego :-)

Go here for detailed article

Ten Marriage tips every Wife needs to hear

Chutki's Contemplations: Uloopi Visits NY - Part 1

Read the first blog article on Chutki's Contemplation's here before reading further for context. 

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The alarm buzzed loudly and cruelly woke Uloopi from her sleep. She cursed and mouthed an obscenity at the alarm clock, which ignored her and kept buzzing. 5:30 am on a Saturday morning. This was just torture.

Then Uloopi remembered. This was all on her. She had willingly accepted this life for herself. She turned and stared at the small red light at the corner of the room where the camera was placed. She had exactly five minutes to get up. If she did not, her Maalik on the other end of the camera would know. And she cared more about what he thought of her, than her sleep. 

 For over two months now, she had slept on the floor, eschewing the comfort of her Tempurpedic bed. It had been hell for the first week. Then she got used to it. She still glanced at the bed longingly every day, but she was proud that she had not even rested her butt on it once in the last two months. 

Her Maalik had teased her about the bed once, when he had visited.
"Seems pretty luxurious for a Slave trainee," he had remarked. She had obsessed about that one comment all day after he had left. Did he disapprove of her sleeping on the bed? Should she give it away? Is she a bad slave for sleeping on a bed? Was he just joking?

She had tossed and turned at night running his single sentence thru her brain over and over again. The next night, she put a simple flat sheet on her carpet and slept on the floor. She had felt a strange thrill as she struggled with the discomfort of the unyielding surface.  

She had never mentioned it to her Maalik, and ever since cameras went up in her apartment a few weeks ago, he had never brought it up either. She wondered if he had noticed. Would he approve? Would he be proud of her? Would he consider her a good slave? She longed to find out, but she knew better than to ask. 

Uloopi staggered to the bathroom and switched on the lights and winced as the harsh lighting hit her eyes.  She found her phone and quickly SMS'ed an update. "Maalik, I am up and in the bathroom". She turned to the camera and waved.  Then she stared at her naked reflection in the mirror. Am I being narcissistic, if I like my image in the mirror? She stared at her completely hairless pubic area. Her Didi had just helped her with waxing it yesterday. Uloopi was till fascinated with being completely hairless down there. It made her feel sexy and clean but most of all it made her feel kinky and naughty, a feeling she loved.  

She wondered why she had never tried it before she had met her Maalik and Didi. Before she had met them, Uloopi had never given much thought to body hair. Now she obsessed over every little strand on her body. If she spotted a stray hair on her hand or legs, she would immediately try and pull it out with a tweezer which she now carried in her purse. She felt herself, and wondered if her skin was as smooth as her Didi's. Somehow it didn't feel as smooth and buttery as her Didi's skin. Uloopi cursed herself for not waxing her body as a teenager like her Didi had done. Oh Well, at least I am quite a bit taller, she thought with satisfaction. 

Then she remembered something else. Her eyes narrowed as she critically studied her skin tone. Brown, like most Indians, unlike her Didi, who was freakishly pale skinned for an Indian. When Uloopi had first met them, she had thought her Maalik had married a Gori. It didn't matter so much in this country, where the majority of women were white, but in India, her Didi would have stood out. Indian men seemed to prefer women like her Didi. Maybe that is why Maalik prefers her to me, Uloopi thought.

There you go again. She became aware of what she was doing. You must stop this obsessive comparison with her. You are you, she is who she is. Accept  yourself!! Uloopi snapped out of her idle mental ramblings and forced herself into the present moment. She brushed her teeth and quickly donned her workout clothes. As she headed out of the door, she SMS'ed again,"Going for my workout", turned flashed a smile at the camera in her living room and exited swiftly. 

Kevin, her trainer was waiting at the gym. He smiled when he saw her. Kevin was just an inch taller than her but was built as if he spent his entire day at the gym! He had shredded thighs, biceps and an amazing butt! 

After a ten minute warm up, Kevin took her through a grueling 30 minute lower body workout. By the time she was done with the punishing squats, dead lifts, leg extensions, curls and back extensions, Uloopi could barely stand. Her legs felt like jello and as she finished her last set of reps, she suddenly collapsed. Kevin reached out from behind and grabbed her. As he pulled her up, his arms grazed her breasts. 

"Whoa there," he said. She let herself linger on his chest a few seconds longer than necessary enjoying his smell. Kevin liked her and they had gone out for coffee two times, but she had politely given him some excuse or the other when he had asked her out on a date. She felt ambivalent about him. She liked him, but he wasn't Indian. She really didn't see a future there. Although right now, she was horny as hell and just being next to him felt fantastic. 

Her Maalik had enforced a strict "no self pleasuring" rule on her and it was driving her totally crazy. Her body yearned for sexual release and she was constantly running to the rest room to clean up from all the sexual excitement she felt. Even a stray touch pushed her over the edge. She got her release only one day a month on "Slave Saturdays" and she was just coming off her November Slave Saturday with the December one, weeks away!. 

"Do I get a date for saving you from falling?" Kevin asked, smiling. "How about today evening?"

"I can't Kevin, I am flying to NY today." She saw the disappointment in his eyes and felt terrible. 

"You know I am going to keep asking, till you say yes." he joked.
She flashed him her best smile and replied "Please do!, you never know when I might say yes!"

"Why do I feel you are just fucking with me?" he said, his face dangerously close to her. 

"I've got to run, have tons of stuff to take care of before leaving for the airport," she said avoiding answering his question. 

"I'll walk you to your car. I have 15 minutes before my next appointment"

"No! There's no need for that!!" Uloopi said almost in panic. She did not want him to see her Mercedes. Her wealth intimidated men and pushed them away. 

"I insist"

As they walked to her car, she leaned on him and he held her. Oh! if felt so good to be in a man's arms! 

Kevin whistled when he saw her car. "Damn! those are some serious wheels! I thought you drove one of those small cars?" 

Uloopi looked at him anxiously. I need to get rid of this damn thing and buy a ford, She thought. 

She had borrowed her friend Kristin's car for her coffee trysts with Kevin. 

"Next time, you're paying for the coffee!" Kevin said and laughed. 

"I thought you wanted to take me out for dinner?" she quipped, trying desperately to divert his focus away from the car and her wealth. 

He opened the door and let her slide in. "Anytime you are ready." he said.

As she drove to her apartment, Uloopi wondered how Kevin would react if she told him about her secret. You're a fucking weird bitch, seriously fucked up in the head, Only a sick woman would crave to be a goddamn slave. What is wrong with you? is what he would think, Uloopi despaired. 

Would she ever find a man who would not judge her?

As soon as she got back into her apartment, she SMS'ed her Maalik. 

"I'm home Maalik" 

Her phone beeped almost immediately

How is Kevin?

"He's fine Maalik"

When are you accepting his date invitation?

"I don't know. I am confused Maalik, He's not Indian"

There was a long silence, then a message flashed across her screen

You'll never know unless you give it a try

Uloopi, stared at the phone. Her eyes filled with tears. Damn. How do I tell him?

Look into the camera. 

She stared into the camera. There was a long silence, then her phone beeped again.

As your Maalik, I am ordering you to go out on a date with Kevin. You need this. See you in two hours

Uloopi stared at the screen. A silent rage bubbled up inside her. Her hands clenched the phone till her knuckles turned white. She quietly exited her front door and shut it behind her. She quickly went up a flight of steps. When she was certain, she was out of camera range, she let out a blood curdling yell, banged her fists against the wall repeatedly and cried. Then she wiped her tears and quietly reentered her apartment as if nothing had happened. 

To be continued.....

Romeo and Juliet: Bollywood Style!!!

Sanjay Leela Bhansali's Controversial Movie RamLeela released Worldwide this Friday. It is inspired by William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, but delivers it in typical Bollywood style :-)

The film has run into major controversy in India, because of its title.

"Ram Leela" can mean two things. Ram is the name of the Hindu God Ram. In that context Ram Leela could mean "The Divine Pass times of Lord Ram", obviously religious.

Leela is also a girl's name, and Ram is a boy's name, so the name could just mean "Ram and Leela" like Romeo and Juliet :-)


The movie's title had to be finally changed to appease the "religious zealots" in India. The Director finally renamed the movie to: "Goliyon ki RasLeela: Ram-Leela" (The Dance of Bullets, Ram-Leela ), notice the hyphen that was used to separate the names, so that "hindu fundamentalists" would not object!!

Really?? This is so sad!

The film looks extremely colorful with its costumes, not to mention Priyanka Chopra's item number!! If you are wondering about her tattoo and what it says or means, it means exactly nothing. It is just a random set of alphabets, made to look like something interesting :-) and it is fake, only for the movie

Here is the Trailer of the movie along with a news clip on the controversy and Priyanka's item number from the movie.


Ram Leela Theatrical Trailer

Ram Leela Controversy
Priyanka's Item Number

Weekend Bollywood Blast

Sometimes you just enjoy a song not because it has deep meaning or symbolism, but simply because it is catchy.

I found "Laila teri le legi (Laila will fuck you over) from the movie "Shootout at Wadala" to be just such a song

Why I like this song

Canadian born Porn star Sunny Leone has set her sights on Bollywood!! She sizzles in this piece as Laila, the ultimate seductress.

This song was considered raunchy and inappropriate for TV by the Film Censor Board (Yes, India has one of those!!). The producers had to shoot a couple of versions with changed lyrics to get it thru the censors. They changed the words to "Laila tujhe loot legi (Laila will rob you).

I danced this song for my Swami as he steadily stripped me off all my clothes. It was an amazing experience!! In my case Laila got bent over and fucked really hard, so it worked in reverse for me :-)

Watch the making of the song here



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New Series: Chutki's Contemplations

Sorry, I have been away for a while. I have been trying to make some progress on writing my next book and it is taking a lot of my time!!

I have had a lot of requests to update readers on Chutki. Swami, me and Chutki have been trying to figure out how to do this effectively. I think we have finally found a way that works for everybody.

As part of her "Kaneez duties", Chutki is required to keep a detailed log/diary of her thoughts and feelings. She has been prolific in filling it up. These are some of her innermost thoughts and sometimes quite embarrassing for her to share and uncomfortable for Swami to read!! I don't know what she writes in her diary.  I felt uncomfortable reading it and so begged Swami to not force me to read them. Since I don't read the diary, he doesn't share anything that he reads in it with me.

But reading these have helped Swami understand Chutki's needs and cravings much better and have helped Swami create a better "Kaneez environment" for her. For example, while my Daasi soul is stirred thru service, the thirst in Chutki's soul it seems is quenched thru humiliation.

Chutki had an epiphany of sorts, when Swami suggested to her that the reason she has such a love-hate relationship with her Dad is because while her conscious mind rebels against him, her subconscious mind craves the perceived humiliation he heaps on her! That conflict has defined her volcanic relationship with her father. For example, he constantly reminds her that she is nothing without his support and his money and her life is built on his charity and this rankles her adult brain, but she clings to it like it were the only boat that could save her from drowning in the fast moving river of life.

My Swami is big on family relationships. He wants her to have a healthy relationship with her parents and right now this conflict is tearing father and daughter apart. So he suggested we try something for a change. How about if Chutki gets her "humiliation cravings" fulfilled in some other way, so that she can focus on being a "normal adult" with her Dad? That way, she would develop a more responsible and equitable relationship with him. Cutting the umbilical chord to her Dad as the sole feeder of her humiliation fantasies would perhaps help her normalize her relationship with him. Chutki loved the idea!!

So one of the therapies that Swami has designed for her, is to share her thoughts on this blog. To have your most innermost thoughts revealed, examined, commented and judged by others is perhaps the most uncomfortable and humiliating thing for anybody. Even I don't write my most secret thoughts on this blog!! Only Swami knows them!

Swami told Chutki that this would work only if she did not censor her thoughts as she entered them in her diary. Then Swami would randomly pick something that he felt should be shared here. At that time, those parts would be revealed to me and I would write them on this blog.

It was then that I learnt that Chutki had written things in there that she would be utterly humiliated to share with me!
"Isn't that the point?" asked Swami
Chutki looked at me and pleaded. "Didi, please don't judge me, these are just my ramblings"
I had no idea what she was talking about, so I told her not to worry.

Chutki had just returned from NY on an interesting trip and Swami decided that he would let me see her innermost thoughts from this trip and then have me share it on the blog.

Chutki's hands were trembling when she handed me the photocopy of the relevant pages.
"Didi, please don't get angry with me," she pleaded.

I read it, then re-read it a few more times. OMG! to bare all your feelings this way and then have them exposed! I took a deep breath. Having to blog about this would not only be humiliating for Chutki, it would be embarrassing for me as well! I looked at Swami. His eyes were full of kindness but firm. We had a long long long talk about it. Chutki cried a lot as we talked. Fortunately, I don't have to blog about that conversation here!! Finally we are all ready.

I started thinking about how to write about Chutki's contemplations effectively on this blog.

I have decided that I will write these in third person narration. I am going to discard the name Chutki and use another name to write about her thoughts. She will always be our Chutki, but for this series of writings, I need a new name. I researched a lot of names, and finally settled on one which is meaningful in this context. I shared it with Swami and Chutki. Swami laughed so much that he had tears streaming from his eyes.  Chutki was too embarrassed to say anything. She just murmured
"Whatever you feel is right Didi"

I also had to probe Chutki on a few things to understand her thoughts better. This was specially difficult and humiliating for her, but I must say she did it well :-)

The hardest thing for me is to convey her thoughts on this blog without accidentally inserting my own emotional, moral or ethical judgments about them, those I shared with Swami, however. If I didn't, I couldn't do this! My head would split. Swami has told Chutki that she can comment or add color to these postings as she sees fit.

She is waiting anxiously to see what I write here. I hope I am able to do justice to this!!

What name did I choose for her character?

Uloopi or Ulupi. That's all I will say for now. If you want to know anything more right away, Google the name :-)

Weekend Bollywood Blast and Happy Diwali to all!!

This weekend is the Diwali or The Festival of Lights

I want to wish Happy Diwali to all my online friends. Here is a nice message from the President too!!




On this joyous occasion, I wanted to include a song that motivates all of us to live our life to the fullest, enjoying each moment as if it were our last. Hope you enjoy this song from the movie "Kal ho na ho" ( Tomorrow may never come)For Flash enabled players

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May all of you find tons of love in your life, like this couple did!!Hugs and KissesFor Flash enabled browsers

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