Tips for Men -From a Girl’s point of view

1. Buy a well-fitting peacoat from J.Crew.
Or wait until Christmas sales are raging and buy a designer one, like John Varvatos or something. Black looks good on everyone (Obvious Cops) and matches everything (Duh Police), but charcoal gray is good, too. You can always look like a put-together Obama speechwriter with a classy peacoat. Oh, and get it cleaned once ayear. Sounds prissy, but a good cleaning can return a peacoat to its true-black luster, and make you look as snappy as you did on the first day you wore it.

2. Have a signature drink like James Bond.
It’s silly, but I’m always so impressed if a guy has a cool go-to drink. Obviously, if it has a ton of fancy ingredients, like puréed berries or whatever, youcan look a little bit like a high-maintenance weirdo, so don’t do that. If you like Scotch, have a favorite brand. It makes you look all self-actualized and grown-up. (You don’t have to say your drink order with the theatrical panache of James Bond. That’s for close-ups.)

3. Own several pairs of dark-wash straight-leg jeans.
Don’t get bootcut, don’t get skinny—just a nice pair of Levi’s, without any embellishments on the pockets. No embellishments anywhere. At all. Nothing. Oh my God.

4. Wait until all the women have gotten on or off an elevator before you get on or off.
Look, I’m not some chivalry nut or anything, but this small act of politeness isvery visual and memorable.

5. When you think a girl looks pretty, say it.
But don’t reference the thing that might reveal you are aware of the backstage process: e.g., say, “You look gorgeous tonight,” not “I like how you did your makeup tonight.” Also, a compliment means less if you compliment the thing and not the way the girl is carrying it off. So say, “Youlook so sexy in those boots,” rather than “Those boots are really cool.” I didn’t make the boots! I don’t care if you like the boots’ design! We are magic to you: you have no idea how we got to look as good as we do.

6. Avoid asking if someone needs help in a kitchen or at a party, just start helping.
Same goes with dishes. (Actually, if you don’t want to help, you should ask them if they need help. No self-respecting host or hostess will say yes to that question.)

7. Have one great cologne that’s not from the drugstore.
Just one. Wear very little of it, all the time. I cannot tell you how sexy it is to be enveloped in a hug by a man whose smell you remember. Then, anytime I smellthat cologne, I think of you. Way to invade my psyche, guy! Shivers down spine central!

8. Your girlfriend’s sibling or parents might be totally nuts, but always defend them.
Always. All a girl wants to do is to get along with her family, and if you are on the side of making it easy, you will be loved eternally. It might be easier to condemncondemn them—especially if she’s doing that already—but, remarkably, even if they are murderers, she will find the good in them, especially if you start trashing them. Be the guy who says: “Hey, let’s go visit your brother in prison on prison visiting day.” Most likely she’ll never make you actually do it, and she will always remember you offered.

9. Kiehl’s for your skin, Bumble and Bumble for your hair.
Maybe a comb. That is all you need. And when girls look in your medicine cabinet (which they will obviously do within the first five minutes of coming to your place), you’ll look all classily self-restrained because you’ll have only two beauty products. You’re basically a cowboy.

10. I really think guys only need two pairs of shoes.
A nice pair of black shoes and a pair of Chuck Taylors. The key, of course, is that you need to replace your Chuck Taylors every single year. You cannot be lax about this. Those shoes start to stink like hell. They cost forty dollars. You can afford a new pair every year. And if you can’t, why can’t you? You have muchbigger problems. Stop reading this and go deal with them.

11. Bring wine or chocolate to everything.
People love when guys do that. Not just because of the gift, but because it is endearing to imagine you standing in line at Trader Joe’s before the party.

12. Get a little jealous now and again, even ifyou’re not strictly a jealous guy.
Too much, and it’s frightening, but a possessive hand on her back at a party when your girlfriend looks super hot is awesome.



Why I love books??

Books make me forget my life and I enter into the realms where I can make a change, where I have control over my life. Somewhere where I can forget my boring existence and be something special.

I absolutely adore reading. Its my favorite hobby. No, In fact, its a major part of my life. My life as you may have gathered is Studies, Home, Classes and Work! The monotony of it wants me to shoot myself or, to be honest, to shoot everyone around me.

Books, give me a release. They take me to a place where Bravery, Loyalty & Friendship are the values people adore in others. In real life, we are selfish & judgmental.  We value success, status, money and worldly possessions.

In books, we find love and genuine attraction. In life, we find lust and sex. I’m no prude. But I have yet to see true love and all its glory in real life. My mom never had it. Nor did anyone in my family. Even my friends have their on-off relationships.

Do people really value friendship and love over Money & Lust??

Will i ever have any friends like Harry, Ron & Hermione??

Like Katniss had Gale?

I Wish!

Will I ever have true love like Ron had Hermione? Like James had Lily?

I sincerely hope so.

All I say is “True Happiness is when we believe in Magic.”

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Just when I thi…

Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes.

Apparently, my aunt thinks I cant live alone. I have to move to her house. With my uncle and cousin. I dont mind moving in with them, but I have to dispose off all my stuff. all my stuff includes my mom’s stuff. Our Life. The one that my mom and i had built together. You may say why am I being so emotional about disposing off the furniture, but all these things, they hold memories. Disposing all the stuff is painful. its like the end. the actual end. it makes my mom’s loss more real. i want to livde in denial but i have to accept it. i have to leave my home. the place where i shared my life with my mom. just when i had adjusted to the harsh truth. 

Another day passes

Days just pass me by… I don’t even realize that September has begun. During the day its normal. I drown myself into my studies, television, social networking sites…but its the night that brings the memories. Yes, I sleep well…but its before I fall asleep when the thoughts hound me…what could be different…what should have happened…What’s happening. ..I should be studying…I should make her proud…I should achieve my goal…but at the same time I think..why?? Why should I study? Why do it all? I don’t have anybody I can share my success with…I don’t have her…tomorrow will just be another day…another 24hours…moving towards my lonely end.

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Pain: Am I Numb?

when we lose someone really close to us, we are supposed to feel pain. Pain is very important to all of us. Pain is the only thing that makes the loss real. they say if we don’t feel pain, then we are in denial. The pain we feel makes us feel alive. we know that we exist. some of us cant bear it, so we resort to denial. Am I in denial? I accept that she has gone, that she will never come back. All the dreams, visions, plans are now empty. Because she was a major part of them. now my future is like a picture without a single colour in it. just empty. lonely. 

you may say “you have others who love you”, but who could love me like she did? who else would be stay hungry just so they could eat with me? who else would cook my favourite dishes just cause they wanted to? who else would love me like she did??

sometimes I wonder if she loved me? or was it just cause it was expected of her? 

i mean, if she loved me she wouldnt give up, right?

she would have fought. fought to live. but she is gone. And i feel so numb. no feelings. no colour. 

i dont miss her anymore. except when i dont have a proper cooked meal or when i have to do all the laundry by myself or when i have to depend on myself to get ready for class at 5 am. 

so i am missing a maid, right? 

but i also miss hugging her. kissing her. joking with her. watching tv with her. hugging her as i fall asleep. 

now no one yells at me when i am on the internet for hours. and yes, i miss that… but, i suck it up. i dont cry. i just ignore it. deny it. 

i just face the world numb.

i forget that my mom is dead.