Walk Away!

This is going to do harm for so many people, yet I have gone painless in this regard. This is going to be very difficult to digest yet I have gone so comfortable I feel like I have an invitation to threesome.

When there is something to be talked about, I talk. When there is something to be acted upon, I act. When there is something to walk away from, I walk away.

My friend’s are priceless to me. But what when they don’t understand? Moreover, what when they really understand everything else from the bottom of their heart and I am self portrayed as the girl who doesn’t have emotions and should be ok with sleeping with you today and sleeping with your husband tomorrow? Is that why nothing really matters?

My friend says I don’t understand? Is that because I do not go nuts over my problems. I don’t cry on your shoulder because only thing we enjoy in everyone’s presence is fun. But hey, let’s look at the real picture. You don’t know my tolerance. You don’t know my weakness. You don’t know what I have been through. Just because I don’t dig through my mistakes, miseries and fuckups, that seriously does not mean that I lived the perfect life. I don’t! But I accept it. I know weeping through it wouldn’t make anything better, not today not tomorrow.

With all that, you have all taken me for granted! I, who will be ok with what you want. I, who will be ok with what you wear. I, who will be ok with what you say. I, who will be ok with anything. But this time my friend I said it then and I would say it again and again.

Did I ever tell you guys to decide something clueless for me, but I kept on mumbling about this one thing. How much I hate you being around him? Taking a side for once. And you turn around to say, what can you do? She’s your friend. Oh dear friend! I see that and hear that. Loud and Clear but who am I?

I tried to make this alright over and over again. I tried to not create a problem because I love you all too much to walk away. But today you give me no choice. I walk away because I couldn’t grow up with flash backs. I walk away for the same reason why you never bring the love of your life to our coffee. I walk away for the same reason why our almost gang member is never welcome into our gang today. I walk away for the exact same reason why once BFF was never invited for coffee today. I walk away because there is an inconsistency when you made a choice for everyone else but not me. I walk away today because unconsciously she never saw what an asshole her boyfriend was. I walk away today because unconsciously you all feel comfortable around a man who strip teased for me and never stopped bugging me.

In short and sweet, I walk away because you don’t understand neither sees my tears.

Justifying your act

We all scare ourselves for the Day of Judgment. The day when your judgments are based on real good and real bad. On this little planet, we get to act and justify your own bad doing.

But today, I stand here affirm, knowing I will not justify what I am doing. Because in this lifetime even the most precise decision of marriage and love was a chance I took. So why justify something uncertain and something worth a try.

Till this second, all he has been is sweet or maybe like you say he plays the field well. Till this very second, all he has been is incredibly dependable or maybe like you say he plays the girl-boy act well. Till this very second, all he has been is amazingly funny so I could linger my smile for him or maybe like you say the fun blinds me from everything else. Till this very second, he has been everything I want in a man except for the high class personality.

I judge him for the minor minutes I get with him, when he is a passionate person and not for the fun and outgoing person. I judge him for the respect he shows in me, when he is protective of me and not for the looks that makes him look carefree.

I am overwhelmed by living your dream, caring for you and wanting to make everything perfect and still holding onto the dreams and hopes. Phew! But I still am trying. You judge my life as high profile, deep down I am not. You judge my life overrated, deep down I am not. You judge my life as a failure, deep down I am not.

I don’t justify my wrong doings today not simply because I can’t but also for the reason that I wake up in the morning not knowing if I will survive the next 24 hours. The best decisions of my life have never been justified and had hurt me really bad; I still say those were the best even though the wounds still bleeds. It always rain when I don’t have an umbrella with me. I await the most important call when I do not have sufficient battery charge on my phone. Computer always crashes when I am most hyped for work. I always fall asleep for the best part of the movie.

So, let’s wait till judgment day when actual judgments are being made especially when neither of you can believe nor see the butterflies around me. This is not your life or your crap to worry. I rather be a man’s girl than tag a boy with me; you know which one you are even if everyone else thinks otherwise!

Jot for every kilometer from WalkMaldives Huvadhoo 2009

1.       Maldives is damn beautiful even without the luxury bungalows.

2.       My cousin, Mannu is extremely cool as a brother and as a friend.

3.       Sea cucumber is not always slivery but also of no use.

4.       Corals those are in white are dead, all others are alive. Take care of those.

5.       There are millions of types of seaweed in different shades of green.

6.       We have enough space for our population, it’s just tricky to utilise.

7.       There are many types of holidays and adventures in Maldives.

8.       Sun block is very important when we live in Maldives.

9.       “Battery” energy drink isn’t that bad plus it really gives energy.

10.   Stars a prettier without the moon and its amazing lying down a cluster of stars.

11.   I can live without my phone. YAY!

12.   Magnetism doesn’t happen between the perfect match.

13.   I deserve holidays like this more often and go wild with the fun side of life.

14.   I can survive with no toilets for 3 long days. Eeeeeew (I know)

15.   You can discover a million beaches like the beach on the movie beach in Maldives.

16.   Warm up exercises are really important if you wish to keep pain off you after 40km of walk.

17.   MNDF and Police staffs are not that gay after all (no offense).

18.   Caption of still pictures of life is really important as you would want to tell your grandchildren the story of your life.

19.   Walk walk walk is damn better than work work work.

20.   Mosquitoes love me even with the sign “don’t bite me”.

21.   I have to see all the atolls before I die.

22.   People from different profiles can hang out together despite everything.

23.   Don’t judge a book by its cover because you wouldn’t know the content unless you read it.

24.   There are a trillion things that we don’t know about our nation.

25.   Eels are not as scary as people say unless you disturb them.

26.   “Landayaa vaanee landayaa ah” is a phrase driven from a fish.

27.   There is a difference between fureytha and handi.

28.   Equator crosses down G.Dh. Atoll so we walked across equator.

29.   I can climb 100kilometers high and enjoy the mesmerizing moments of star.

30.   People at G.Dh Atoll are good people.

31.   People actually take bondibaih for dinner.

32.   Sunset and sunrise is an everyday beauty for Maldivians but we make the minimum use of it.

33.   Blackberries are grown in Maldives.

34.   You get feathers on your ass if you steal chickens, but no one knows what will happen if you steal lobsters.

35.   Nadella Antenna is a hallucination or maybe a mirage.

Old school love

Recently, a very dear friend was having a problem with the love of his life. Even though they aren't dating, they are something none of us can explain. I am the terrified yet excited with the vibe I find in them. Why don't they see it when I see it all around? Valuable is what I see in them; why blow it when you can make a fortune out of it. 

How do couples or people who cant name their relationships solve problems, I wonder? Is it OK if he or she goes silent when they actually need the partner? Is it OK if he or she completely tries to withdraw and the partner lets him or her withdrawn? I wonder, am I to cry on the shoulder of my boyfriend or silently in the corner of my room? Why a guy doesn't gets to hug the love of his life and forget about the troubles of life. Where's the beauty of sharing and being there for each other. Isn’t he or she the one who will make the world look great? Isn't he or she the one who will prove wrong of the unrighteously acted?

Why cant the movie type of resolving doesn't happen in real life? Why isn't the kiss and make up concept a real one? 

The beauty of someone wiping your tears off and making your love smile despite the wars and catastrophes are the beauty of being in love. Making a rainy day look like a sunny happy day and turning a rough road look easy if the magic of love. Why don’t two people who are madly in love with you understand this?

Well, I guess time has passed by when you no longer fight nor talk. It is the era where love is simply an attraction and not the full fledge package that turns your life from ash to gold. Days have passed, when you no longer belong into his or her life even though you love each other like Romeo and Juliet. Today, loving is merely a magnetism where you both do not want to lie down below the sky full of stars and tell each other nothing else matters. Today, relationship means you do errands for each other and that there are not emotions that could be run as errands. Today, life is yours alone and we all believe in independence but where the hell is the beauty of it.

And now I tell my dear friend and everyone who believes in space and time, "prove us all wrong". Stand up to be a man and be the man of her life. Let the woman be the concept queen. Let her forget independence and let you be her support in all scenarios.

Leave me alone!

If we can’t have a descent cup of coffee together…

If we can’t simply laugh and talk…

If we can’t simply do favors…

If we can’t explain why I go beyond…

If we can’t be proud of this…

If we can’t say what we are….

If we can’t escape from where we are…

I can’t do this anymore. Leave me alone!

Expectation

I, rise and shine to the warmth of sun rays knowing there is a million things expected from me before sun set. I yawn myself questioning my senses, what can I expect from the country, family, friends and everything else. 

I have no need or desire to be impressive yet a need for understanding. As unique as every individual, I have my very episode of life too, that isn’t the same as any of you. So don’t judge me.

I know you expect me to be your own age or your own mentality. I grew up, I stood before him, I walked on my own feet and now I can’t go skinny dipping with you. I am sorry.

I know you expect me to be carefree. No darling, I lost the trust of my parents too many times to be carefree again. I am warm around them. I am one of them and now I can’t go on bitching on my life.

I know you expect me to be married again. I’ve lost my faith in love and marriage and worst in guys. I miss the romantic walks or the dinners. But it still hurts so bad that I have a fear of even trying.

I know you expect me not to make any mistakes. But I am human and not super hero functional and that makes me a normal human being. So I am sorry if I can’t be in two places at once.

I know all your expectations is meant for a good relationship between you and me. But I am just very tired. So, let me walk away and live my own expectation.

Journalism in Maldives

It was one fine night; I stood beside Terry, when he asked me why I never became a Journalist and chose to work around them. Well, terry hasn’t definitely read my blog. I have one quality that a journalist can’t be. I express my opinion. I say what I feel. I say what my perception is. I am a strong believer in me.

However, today’s journalism is bullshit where I see it from. No journalist in this country writes facts but only what their opinion is. No journalist in this country reads the real scenario but his political belief. No journalist in this country expresses the truth but his religious view. No journalist in this country researchers but makes ridiculous accusation. No journalist in this country loves the nation but either the ruling or the opposition. No journalist loves diplomacy but democracy.

Those who tune in the radio, TV or internet for news has the burden of reading 5 article of one story to find the real picture. Those who tune into just one medium and read the news are misled or confused.

I feel ashamed to be a part of media today, for the reasons that, journalists are unprofessional, unethical and egocentric. They seem to believe that they are very powerful. Indeed they are. They are the people who control the 4^th pillar of democracy. They are the watchdog of the 3 powers. They are the people who are there to make everybody else responsible. But are they (except you) doing it? Are they responsible enough to make us all responsible?

Sorry

Sorry seems to be a very common word when you are trying to score with the opposite sex. You both keep on saying sorry for the tiniest things, like being a minute late. But these eventually become the habits and the attraction of your heart gets used to it.

Sorry seems to be the easiest word when you want to kiss and make up. However the word sorry never comes up before the fight and the break up.

Sorry seems to be the best solution to get away with something. If you want to feel special with your friends, family or lover, sorry seems to be a magic. You say sorry and suddenly you become very vulnerable and innocent.

Sorry seems to be the lamest word ever because it encourages everyone to make more mistakes. It gives you a solution, a cover up and a get away car.

Mostly, in my dictionary sorry solves everything but it also destroys everything. Why do you want to forgive the person who almost killed you? Why do you want to forgive the person who almost raped you? Why do you want to forgive the person who destroyed your dreams? However, I saying the above am the biggest joke on this planet. Because there is no single human being that I haven’t forgiven. There is no single day that I look back and cry. However, I personally believe I love peace too much that I have forgiven the worst kind of human on this planet – rapists, pedophiles, perverts and alcoholics. And therefore, I question myself today, is it worth saying sorry to anyone at all when they can’t be faithful to you. And I boldly ask again, is it worth accepting the apology of people when they can’t be faithful to you.

All in a Bad Day

Act opposite; you act like you are doing things exactly the contradictory as you are actually doing it. When human being acts they are innocent when they are actually guilty. When parents act they do not care, when they actually care. When lovers try to deny, when they actually love.

Blah blah blah; you talk like an angel for hours and hours, sometimes it makes me day dream. Talk less, act more. Or perhaps actions speak louder than words. When you talk, when you really need to pee. When you talk, when you really need to get going. When you talk, when you really need to explain. The blah blah blahs still doesn’t explain, clarify or justify when you need to.

Flirt with me; you need not wink me in return of my address. I respect you. When you keep touching me inappropriately and when I still salute you. When you keep on calling me in the middle of the night and when I still keep answering. When you lie down next to me and when I still fall asleep peacefully.

Warm weather; its bloody warm to sleep or to get out. It’s too warm for beach or for shopping. It’s damn warm for coffee or for red bull. Its intolerably warm for too much clothe or too much skin.

Slave people; the small things you do that make us all feel like slaves…Aaaargh. No human being bows for another human being. So don’t expect me to be your slave…at least not for long.

No coffee; an empty coffee can not only doesn’t wake me but also makes me moody. No coffee would make me see you as a devil. No coffee will make me see a check as a cross. No coffee will make me see a bright blue sky in grey.

Regular glances; dozes that makes my day, you absence makes me miss the excitement of the day. The feel of youth, makes my day sunny. The feel of love, makes my day hopeful. The feel of fresh air makes my day healthy.

Politics; he said she said bullshit. I hate the million different faces you put on at million different times. I hate the yes that turn out to be no. I hate how blue can be seen as yellow and how yellow turns out to be blue at times. I hate the fact he lies, she lies and you deny the truth.

You; the denial

The day rise and shine!

Its you on my door,

With warmth and pleasure

You are not my friend

The day goes crazy,

Its you to my rescue,

With a care package

You are not my guardian

The day darkens with rain

Its you in my shelter

With a black umbrella

You are not my survival

The day lingers for sun

Its you who lights me

With a glow that’s invisible

You are not my love

The night spares room

Its you who fill in

With fun and laughter

You are not my amusement

The night awaits the opposite

Its you who always nudge

With more expectations

You are absence to me

The life that lays on principles

Its you who completes it

In full and perfection

You are everything to me

Advertising Independently; indeed very "Minivan"

Minority for the Betterment!

Lately, I have been very much discouraged with the future of my nation but never hopeless. Like most civilians in this nation, I believe that I am too tiny to be heard and to resolve few things but I strive for it every single day. Like most old fashioned girls, I believe I got to take care of my parents and family, as they had brought me up to be the person I am today but never give up on my dreams of independency. Therefore, it pretty much leads me no choice but to pattern my life in this nation where the good old fashioned prospect is narrowing its root for reality.

I live around different people with different perspective. I have learnt to respect that. I read a lot; of course not novels but articles like this from different youths. And this increases the tension within my worries. Now I sound like a grandma, don’t I?
If you look around you, if you feel you don’t fit in, I salute you because deep down I know, you and I are better off than this society. Taking a spin on the life of our society today, I need to hide myself behind my shades at most times.

It is so acceptable today, for us to grab a drink and laugh at the one who ensured that it was alcohol free. I feel bad, where is the concept of hiding your guilt, shame and sin and not be proud to be a sinner?

It is a well known fashion today, for us to wear nothing but a mini see-through dress and joke at the colleague who thought that I mistakenly wore a bright red bra underneath. I feel bad, where is the respect to your society, and the reserved feminine species concept that we all grew up in?

It is so tolerable today, for public newspapers to advertise scientology and public bloggers to support atheist drift. I feel bad, imagining the tears that must be shedding down the cheeks of our beloved ancestors and parents and the thought of loosing it all with a weaker foundation.

It is allowable today, for girls to stand in the same row as boys and be as loud and dirty as they are. I feel bad, where is the beauty of feminism that every potential man had longed for? Where is the legacy we saw as we grew up?

It is suitable today, for youths to earn minimum and expect the highest. I feel bad, where is the love for the nation, community, effortful sweats that are priceless? Where is the hype that we all scream for at the end of implementation or victory?

It is so normal today, for us to be hopeless and believe in the negativity. I feel bad, where is the concept of “what you can do to the nation”, where my voice would be so much louder with you all beside me to scream out loud?

It is ordinary today, for me to date you even when you have been seeing her for the last 5 years with exclusivity. I feel bad, where is the idea of being loyal, faithful and true and why are you cracking up on this? Why is it such a big joke to be in a descent relationship?

Seeing the true image of our lives, I wish to go low profile, where I can wake up, work, go home and manage myself. I don’t want to be the one who can do everything. I don’t want to be the one who can manage my life with my income. I don’t want to be the one who is so enthusiastic about studying a certificate course even when I have an MBA. I don’t want to be the one who takes really good care of my loving parents. I don’t want to be the one who will always love my loving brother and sister in law despite anything. I don’t want to be the one who is hyped about hosting a national flag in my balcony. Mostly, I don’t want to do any of the above simply because the public view, especially the youth’s view is a big humiliation and joke to me. Luckily, I have the courage to tell you all, I don’t give a shit. Fortunately, I am brought up to a stronger foot where I believe in the good and the bad.

So, let alone the public jokes about people like you and me, we are truly much better than a social view. Let the minority stand for the betterment!

Independence Day; 26th July 2009

My tiny nation, Maldives is celebrating its 44^th Independence Day today. Some of us say it’s our 1^st Independence Day. Some of us say, this is not independence because he or she is unable to grab a beer as a start of the day. (All these are taken from Twitter). For many, independence is meant in different other ways.

Since this is my blog, this is strictly for what I think about Independence.

Myself, without anything else in my life, I am INDEPENDENT. For a girl my age, I live a very independent life. I live with my brother and sister in law with minimal “unnecessary” control over me. I finance myself with a good saving every month. My parents and I am in excellent contact with minimal influences. So yes, I am independent.

But of course there are contradictions. I have been watching the state TV today, and they have been picking up professions and talking about how independent they are being on their job. What’s with Musicians and actors? What would their independence be? Sex videos? Or perhaps dirty songs? Totally irrelevant on this occasion as there are only their perspective limitations and nothing else limiting their creativity and talent.

Well, talking of independence on job, there goes a long hmph from me. I work on Human Resources, or should I say the most valuable asset anyone could have. Throughout my career, there have always been influences on who is working for you. You bosses control and keep an eye on who they recruit. Unethical decisions on promotions, recruitment and dailies are my day to day decisions mainly because there is a greater power above me.

So there goes one yes for independence and one no for independence. Now let’s see if you are really independent from a 360degree huh?

I heard on the radio today, “your independence comes with boundaries, boundaries that are to be respected”. I assume that these boundaries are religion, economy and culture. The radio quote is very diplomatic indeed. We live in independence with certain limitations. “In my opinion”, every human being will have his or her limits and boundaries and that doesn’t mean that you do not have independence. Just because you can’t have things beyond your culture, religion and social values that don’t mean that you do not have your independence.

So, given the circumstance that I am independent and dependent at times, proves that there are times when nature allows you to be independent and there are times when nature does not allow you to be independent. However, if you feel you have the chance and choice to be much independent in the next door or the other shoe, you have the right to walk from dependent to independence. This is pretty much independence to me.

Independence comes with great responsibility. As a whole, that is our situation today. If your parents think, you are not responsible enough, you do not have the independence. If you boss thinks, you are not responsible enough, you do not have the independence. If your lover think, you are not responsible enough, you do not have the independence. If your nation thinks, you are not responsible enough, you do not have the independence.

So, for all those who are responsible enough in the eyes of the rest of the world…wish you a very happy independence day! For others, let’s hope for independence to hit you soon.

Fairy Tale or Top Sales

Work

I messed up at work by putting my reputation in line. Hanging out with a bunch of real nice people of my age. Well…due all respect, this became a fact which was accepted through out my bunch of nice people and everyone around me. But, I love the job and I loved everything in it. Most of all, I admired my establishment there. I was happy with everything despite the pathetic and irrational boss.

I stepped out of it for the sake of life and my career. Walked into the room filled with diamonds, glowing so bright that my eyes are blinded by it. Despite the dirty politics, internal affairs and the stress, I still wake up everyday and go to work. I stand in the dark, high above everyone. Sometime, I even doubt if this is where I belong. Making my people proud, establishing milestones, I am running faster up the ladder, despite how weak the ladder is.

I ask the question, do I enjoy then or now? Is it important to enjoy? Is rupsy a higher risk than cockroach killer? What is more vital, me being proud of myself or the people around me being proud of me? Is it important for the nation to see me or just the insiders to see me? Was my messed up career better than the blossoming awesome career of mine?

Personal Life

Wake up in time, cook, laundry, love, care and income, everything and more a women can give to a men…I gave except for time and commitment. Not to justify myself, but I can only do a role of women and my complain is having to do both. Anyways I was happy then. Blossoming. Hopeful. But obviously for issues, it didn’t work out.

Circle of friends was much brighter. Laugh, coffee, love, share, care, arms, trips, hangouts and everything that cheered up your day. This is where you get to compromise your reputation and pride in order to feel childish and young again.

Life changed from upside down. Caught back lost pride and many other. Suddenly, I miss the warm body next to mine. I miss the good all arguments and the opposites. I miss the womanhood. But I feel young and less stressed. I feel good for where my life stands.

Things shuffled. I went from the lap to the girl sleeping in innocence. Suddenly, I am out of crowd. I miss the good old coffee, breakfasts and the plans that never work out. I miss not being the supervisor. I miss our acceptance on all the forbidden sins.

I ask the question was then a better compromise than this? Is pride so important to be worrying over who you date? Is respect and love so important than being a disappointment? Is a new unacceptable boyfriend better than a almost gay, too reputable and loved boyfriend better than a mad husband, unhappy parents and the coolest collection of friends?

Social Life

Stupid mistakes of being young and not balancing where I hold myself in the social ladder is a mistake I’ve repeated far more times than I can count. Regrets are having to enjoy a social life in a place where sociology is nothing but television and coffee. It was less painful to see loved ones pour tears over seeing a shadow grow darker.

I woke up on morning, cleaned myself inside out. Determined than ever to maintain the class and reputation in which I was brought up on. Stronger than before, grew in large and I caught the string of wire at the end. Cleaned the messed up wires and made it a clean roll that had no loose ends or tangled knots.

I ask the question, is the spot light that glows in me as beautiful and stunning as it looks? Is it worth, the trust and reputation? Are the sacrifices and compromises worth the social status that we all have craved for?

Better or Worse?

I wonder where the balance of happiness and good times cut off? Then or now? I stand to be a better woman today with less of betterment and smiles. Good time during which there was too much of garbage gathered in a huge garbage bag. Better time during which there are too much of garbage around yet, it is a social crime to collect them and make a clean environment. Either way, there is no win win situation. Because in this small place, you either get a fairy tale ending or a top selling biography, you don’t get to sell your life in two different shelves of the bookshop.

Crazy In Love

This post is dedicated to all those who are in love. I salute you and can't be any happier. Vulnerable yet strong. Shy yet proud. Joy yet complicated. Forever yet fragile. I’ve seen you all go crazy in love. Holding hands. Singing “how do I live” by Leann Rimes. These are times that smell, tastes and senses so beautiful for the special two and at the same time these that makes the people around you joke and giggle up. Often rhymes and yet so soothing to the ears are the following phrases.

If you were the moonlight, let me be the plankton that rises to it.

If you were the mean to travel, let me be the fuel.

If you are the Tree, let me be the green in it.

If you are the Music, let me be the lyrics.

If you are the Fire, let me be the warmth.

These are phrases that make total sense to our kind, those who are blossoming in love. We’ve all been trapped in the moment, blinded in the essence once or more. These are moments which rarely knock on your door. Until then, this is just a big joke to me.

Signals of approval

When any single girl starts to be interested in one opposite sex species, the first thing they seek is the approvals from different people around you. The complicated traffic lights that glow in front of you before you make these decisions.

Family

Even if you are not the favorite daughter or son, you wish for your parents to like the person you go out to coffee with. The main reason is you see the bigger picture and this requires a good companionship with the person you date. Also to some extent I believe that they know a little bit on who is better for their own blood.

Friends

Even if you are the crappiest or the out of scene friend, you wish for your friends’ approval because you do not want to drive them away once you start dating him. You also want to make sure that your future boyfriend fits your crowd of friend.

Colleagues

You want to make sure that your pride stays aligned even after going to “in a relationship” from the status “single”. You would want them to know you are as successful in your personal life as you are in your professional life.

Society

Even if you are the odd one out. As a couple you want to make that the opposite. You want to look stunning when you are with him. You want the society to accept the intolerable concept of dating.

The necessitate go lights

And now I say, your family approval is vital but if your parents brought you up to be a better person, you’d obviously make a good choice and with all due respect, screw everyone else around you. If you have met the right person and he seems to show potential, change to the acts of nature. Change the coffee shop that you are so familiar with. Change the colleagues you have lunch with. Change the routine of a teenager to a grown up. Change your irrepressible needs and desire.

With such a promising guy, there are some belongings worth a compromise. If you have a guy that would build you a life and show you the meaning of life after this, nothing that is in your life right now matters. So forget the approvals except for your parents and then move on with him. You wouldn’t regret it even if you break up with him because if he is as prospective as we speak, he would have made you a better person in due time.

So I assume that life is easier today, with less people to impress with the person you date! So I guess that life is less complicated with making the decision of dating with your beliefs! So I presume that life is easier by choosing the man most appropriate for you rather than most appropriate for the atmosphere around you.

Motion Picture that seems so much like a movie.

Movies seem to be something you watch and consider to be real life for a moment or somewhere in the world. Or perhaps imagine that you are going through the identical situation right now and someday you will also have that happy ending as in the movie.

Have you ever relived your life in a movie? Probably you have, but with minor changes like a prettier actress and a sexier man. Worst, is when you see a real-time motion picture but a real situation that keeps on repeating your olden times with a prettier girl and a sexier man. You see a younger version, making the same mistakes, same regrets, the same joys, and the same thing as in your past.

When such things as your past repeats among other humans, you keep thinking that it’s just like watching a movie about yourself. Only thing I wish for other than a happy ending is the desperate wish if I could sit on the Director’s comfy chair and change it scenes one by one avoiding regrets and mistakes.

It is also weird, because who ever is acting on such a movie like situation, I am simply wondering if you haven’t seen my movie, where I get hurt at the end and so does the love of your life. Being just one single being in the cinema, I hardly can scream out or explain what I am feeling at the moment. I keep on wondering why the crew passes me a special DVD with deleted scenes. Is it really about me? Is the producer or director trying to tell me something?

Biographies and some documentaries are being produced by some production houses, because the personalities in the movie or documentaries give out a good impression or good motive for others to learn from it and set out to be a superior illustration of life. However, what’s so special about my life, to rewind and played in front of me and everyone who had witnessed the pity ending. Crying over regrets, wishing to go back or laughing out my lungs is all I can do because it is a huge joke and embarrassment to your beloveds.

The movie keeps on enduring itself and I am getting tired. The movie is going into too much detail and I am running out of pop corn. The movie kills the innocent and I am getting impatient to go back and undo it. I can’t wait to see the movie of my life finish with a pleased ending.

Just like wishing to go and make alteration on the necessary scenes, I wish if I can learn from the producer’s surprise ending. Probably, I’d learn from the movie, what I can do to continue into a better life, so that I could also have the marvelous ending the Producers usually bring in.

Music on World's Music Day

Basically, if you are a normal human being, you would adore music. Its either backstreet boys or Three Doors Down. Doesn’t matter how addicted you are to music; it still doesn’t make you an expert.

An iPod has become a daily accessory for all of us. E! has classified it as a must have accessory in the year 2009. This resembles how much portion of our routine day has become involved with Music. I walked into your room where it’s full of Beatles posters and guitars’ hanging almost everywhere or you may know every Britney Spears song by heart, and you may sing them even better than Travis, it still doesn’t make you a Music Expert.

I am not an expert on this either. But all I know is stereotyped thinking cannot be practiced in the Music Industry. Music is catered to everyone. From a child to elderly. From Asian to European. From male species to female species. This gives you a million song to choose from. I may vomit to a song from BSB while it becomes an essential of your routine life for you or for a million other human beings.

So eliminate the borders, races, religion, sex and age if you wish to be the music expert, that you believe you are. Say you don’t like it but it might be wise to market the music in India. Respect people who have actually laid out milestones. Respect people who have already climbed up the ladder. Respect the people who had already published their music while you are simply talking shit everyday.

Music can be taken on different perspective. Even if you feel vomitish to one song, understand the differences in our culture and the fact that even your girlfriend or boyfriend might actually listen to it behind your back because you make not only the band or artist feel like crap but also anyone who listens to the music. This is totally unacceptable acts of humans especially on such a day.

Therefore, until you start to be the vocalist or the drummer to my morning song or my goodnight song, don’t even expect me to hear your opinion on my song. And I boldly say the above again, Music is not simply good only if you listen or adore it. It is good if there are people to listen to it. Admire the music that you hear on the radio and esteem the song played in your public transportation system (I don’t mean that you ought to listen to songs that you don’t like) and bow for all the hard work that’s done by the artist for them to go where we’ve never been. Acknowledge the skill, knowledge, enthusiasm, courage, innovation and creativity that had impressed a producer, record label and even the listener.

In the music platform, most of us are just people who listen, for a million of reason. So today, let us all be listeners, nothing more or nothing less and toast to all those who have made it this far. For all those who are playing their songs to the people who love it. For all those who have got their names printed on a CD.

And on this day, while we salute the good, let us all come down to where we belong and look upon the people who are above us. This post and I salute, with respect and love, to all musicians, who have taken even the tiniest steps of their career, and this address does not leave even a single musician despite what genre they are in. To all the artists and to WORLD MUSIC DAY!

An impression of attraction without an effort.

Below are possible 10 moves of a guy to attract a girl of his dreams.

1. Take the big check; Pay off big checks and look impressive. Talk numbers that none of your other friends can talk about. Girls like when you take control. When you lead a relationship and ensure them that someday you can be the person taking care of them.

2. Take care of the girl’s best friend; Get the yes word and the green light from the best friend. This is often a temporary step whereby the girlfriend is totally out of the picture in time.

3. Do the undoable; Do the things you hate. Wake up early in the morning. Do shopping on lady style. And all the tiny undoables for the male species.

4. Lie to her about your forbidden sins; Look as innocent as you can. Be clean from drugs and we faithful in your past relationships.

5. Be understanding; which none of them are. Trust me, hanging out with guys and wearing half naked dresses infront of your male friends is no longer accepted when you are impressed enough. Soon you need to be reserved and to some extent I respect that.

6. Make one big compromise for the girl; Skip something important in life, just for her. So she’d see you in the big picture. The compromise is often related to something huge which may involve family or career.

7. Be great around kids. A guy may love kids, but not in a manner that he is drooling to take the responsibility of being a father.

8. Be a mama’s boy. Hardly guys are homely, but to impress a pretty girl, you don’t know how far they might go.

9. Be religious. Girls love having a wise man in their life.

10. Get along with friends and family. If a guy is so good at what he does, he is the best in impressing you friends and family.

I am not surprised that most of the guys do all of the above or even more sometimes, to impress girls. The thing I’m confused is that these fade away with the first base.

And most the whole post is not suppose to be a typical Cosmo article but is a dot down of things to help me understand why I am so impressed with you. I’m shocked that we both are so attracted to each other without any of the above and I really don’t know why and how?

Communiqué; a solution for everything…only if there were ears

I am better with words. I talk well and I express myself undoubtedly…but fun and ignorance seems to be still on my way. In every relationship, tragedy, condition and special times, my words make my way through it. However, lack of ears has killed the smooth functioning of the concept communication.

Tonight I was on phone with my bestest friend, at least I hope so, for almost 2 hours trying to tell him how distant we’ve been and the respective changes in our lives since a certain time (unidentified by any of us). Honestly, he doesn’t know or maybe he doesn’t give a damn to make out it. Either way it’s hard for me to digest it, in other words, I miss the good old times. This is mainly, for the reason that life gets soother (at slightest for me) when we share and care like we always do.

When life shivers down in front of you, you adjust to it, even if you are lacking the fuel that you require. I’ve adjusted. I’ve run this old fashioned car even without the fuel. I’ve gone far to get adjusted to the life around me. I guess, I can do a very fine living with the hurtful punishment of not being able to drive my old fashioned car with the appropriate fuel that it requires. I’ve even gulped the warm sip of milk, with its awful taste a million times. But it takes some guts to spill out how bad the warm cup of milk was or how hard I’ve tried to grab a clean cup or how hard it was to reach my destiny without the needful fuel.

But tonight, I told the mere one who could help me make a healthier drink. I told him with hope to get things change in the way that I transport. I believe he would understand where I stand at least for a second. And his words did flow with mine for awhile. But poof, he forgot the fact that I don’t drink milk or I don’t like it on dirty cups. Shameful it is, especially when a girl weeps her eyes out, screaming “I HATE MILK”. Now I sit around wondering why the hell I even told everyone how I feel. I should have hushed and be strong like I always am. If I could go back, pride would have been stronger when I am a better person. I would not have been disappointed or even assured my gut feeling of total ignorance.

Self actions has made me a better independent person, even though we make each other cherish in the dark. That’s me, I don’t get childish and such an asshole. And yeah! I punish you or rage against you on the front of Polpots instead of real head to head because it would either be ignored or joked of. I’m sorry that I went way off the clouds to describe how I felt tonight, especially when I figured that this is definitely not the ears for that weeping. My words are not that meaningless but maybe I am. My reasons are logical but we might not be. You might forget the most important thing for a second, but if my words can’t remind you of those, nothing can.

Am I out of content to say that I miss the one to one time we spend together? Or was it a gap filled because you urged for someone to take your side (and you knew I would despite anything, take your side). Oh! I miss the time when I spill out the dirtiest secrets of the whole nation and me without the fear of judging. I adore it more when you don’t even critic or support me for the jerk I have been. But if my words cant solve this, neither can I. Because I am way too weaker than my words and I believe in communiqué.

You and Me; We aren't that different

Seriously, who are you? You tell me to stay away from forbidden sins. But hey, you fuck everyday. Don’t you?

Seriously, what do you think? You tell me to stop being addicted to bad habits. But hey, you bite your nails everyday. Don’t you?

Seriously, what good are you? You tell me to stop worrying about family. But hey, you labour around your family every stupid minute. Don’t you?

Seriously, what are we? You tell me you are my friend. But hey, you hardly know me anymore. Do you?

Vote Concept

I try not to write too much of Politics here, but just a thought that has been hammering my head all day. Today, I heard an MP say, “President is a post that is elected by voting and this voting is where the most number of votes goes to one single human being, who then is elected”.

However, in the case of Maldives, I totally disagree with the above fact based on the Presidential Elections 2008, or should I say “Rayyithunge Nimmun 2008”.

On the first round of the Elections, we saw the above concept being applied to former president, however, by constitution, the winning candidate should get more than 50% of the votes and therefore we went for a second round as the former president was not able to achieve this or neither was any other candidate.

With themes such as “Badhalakah Emmen” and “Wathan Edhey Gothah”, we all united to throw off the current regime. We vowed to bring a change, either out of desperation or frustration. And yes, we all did it with a very popular majority of votes. The credit of this success not only goes to His Excellency President Mohamed Nasheed, but also to all other candidates who partnered up with him for this change. It would be rude, if I do not happen to mention the biggest contributors for President Nasheed’s win, that would be Dr. Hassan Saeed and Mr. Gasim Ibrahim. Therefore, I would say together we all pulled out a dream come true to almost everyone on this little piece of land.

Therefore, when it comes to the above mentioned concept, I’d say it’s much appropriate to say that “President is a post that is elected by voting and this voting is where most number of votes that are casted against an opposition”.

We, who voted against the former president. We, who did not vote for one single individual. We, who voted for a change. We, who did not want our children to live the bureaucratic life our grandparents live. We, who believed in democracy and not single handed ruling. We, who wanted a change…a better change.

dig the beauty...

I woke up several months ago and I realized that I am feeble. I woke up to a different day. The morning wasn’t as it used to be. Confused I was, prideful you were. We still ignored it. It was too late when we had realized that the time for the beauty of life has vanished into thin air. Not too far, but we were too exhausted to and sloppy at the time. It was too late for compromises. Too much has been said for forgiveness. Too much has been tangled for a clean up.

For an easy life, for the pride, for the love and joy, we walked away. But one thing we didn’t know was that even a million years down the line, we would still adore each other. I would still miss your humor. You would still miss my cooking and the girly touch in your life. I would miss your childish laziness and crazy excuses to be the real man. You would still miss the fun we bring even at the time of sufferings. And we both would miss the milliseconds that meant a lifetime.

The laughs that is in mute yet so blissful. The dresses those are only sexy in your eyes. The excitement of two in our day to day life… all vanished into thin air. The eternity we were proud of became restricted.

Unlike most girls, or perhaps like most girls, I tried to find a reason that was worth such a overwhelmed loss. I tried to believe that I deserved this for the betterment of you and me. But every move I made to prove myself was just a mirage. Move by move, I made a fool out of myself. Move by move, I kept loosing it all. Everything made me feel like how anxious I was. Everything made me miss the best part of life. Nothing that came across meant worth the things I lost. The harder I tried to prove everyone, the harder it was to be proved.

So I stepped off my shoes and stopped trying because it was easier. But days like today, makes me think again and again, if there was anything I could have held onto. I miss the most important yet the most complicated bit of my life. I can’t imagine what I would not miss, when I miss the sobs, the fights, the bankruptcy, being the man and woman and the lies.

Now, we are so far away, in denial. Magic that we pulled to get over the mess we made, distant us incautiously. The wishes, the hopes, the dreams, the love is still evidently buried with each of us. Strong as it always was. But the question remain, are we both strong enough to dig the beauty off the dirty soul without getting it dusted?

The day when groom and bride collide

When you want to be a part of happiness and when you still can not pour down the tears of joy that definitely gives a blank and unidentified color of signal. The 7 of us, not to mention the names, were having too much going through their minds and heads that Pabloo forgot to wear his boxer and Curly dude forgot to give a ring to his mama and say “I love you”.

When it comes to the supervisor, the plan is black and white and the wakes up calls are on time and non stop. But she is sometimes too much of a control freak and annoying. So that’s how the day started. Probably, some might think that it’s a time for celebration but too much was ahead that we hardly had time to be in each other’s arms.

When it comes to Pabloo, the stress is fun. Jokes, jokes and jokes that made me vomit (like the bride says). But definitely, he was an ease for all of us when we all wanted to fight with each other or cry.

The curly hair girl, who was the best girlfriend on the scene. Seems like she is an expert when it came to labour work and the work was flawless not showing the attendees that this was her first experience. But beyond work, she was amazement to us all as she was a substitute to radio and we loved it.

The curly hair dude, who was too much of a precious baby of Island Chief but yet wasn’t that precious to do the dirty work for our beloved groom and bride. For us, he was a better human being as he was manly enough to take the lead and be the man of the whole situation.

The “kuda kuda” Farbaz, who was too cute to make any of us stressed. Came out selflessly to help us all. Altruistically, she gave more than her time and commitment, the belongingness she presented was absolutely better than the actual belonged.

Mr. T, who looks mild but wasn’t that mild when it came to work work work (curly hair girl…don’t take this wrong). He, who was more than an extra hand that took off a whole sahara of sand, but also was there to bring in red bulls for all of us.

The outsider, was a man to look up to. Took care of us all with doughnuts. (I hope he’s keep his mouth shut about this).

Thank god we slept that night before, if not I am not sure how we would look or how we all can handle twice as much as mood swings that went along during the wedding day. Morning was as beautiful as it could be, started my day with breakfast and confessions of 37 days with Pabloo.

Before we knew sun was setting, with too much tension like the candles in the shot glasses. A beloved groom, who was too dedicated and committed to the wedding, for whom nothing else mattered on the particular day. More credit goes to him, as he had promised us a coffee. The backdrop was empty. The branches were limited. The best men were moody. The bride was usual.

Throughout the wedding mania, favorite moments to capture on a frame would be when me and my boys sat down and listened to the bride on the phone’s loudspeaker. When Pabloo and I ate hell lot of yummy food from grandmas. When Curly Hair Dude and I went on girl’s shopping and was totally ruined by bride and groom’s tension. When finally a bra was smaller on petite girls. When we did the cards with groom’s family. When Pabloo and I had chocolate balls and red bull. When Bride and Groom collide collide collide…. When we high-fived for the locked up dude.

8:45pm it is. The moment we all felt so relieved but so fucked up when I heard the phrase “varah reethi viyya” in the most sarcastic torn and voice. Damn I hate that moment, nevertheless the top ten made it up to me when he said, I don’t need to get ready because I was looking sexy as I was. Not that this is appropriate, but these words drive your day, even when it’s messy.

So we all came back, looking hot and stunning. Enjoyed an hour or less and then again, labour work. During which we all went crazier than ever. I sold my soul to top tens. Two curly hairs decided to get married, and Curly Hair Dude decided to announce their wedding date on our next coffee. Worst, they even decided to have curly haired hairy babies. Supervisor decided to storm off :$ Some were too moody to talk to. Some were too ignorant to help. Some were too hyper from too much work and too less sleep. Yet, strong as ever, we pulled it off.

The best part of the night is when we all said bye to each other; we thanked each other, hugged everyone and stared at each other, when that look said it all. Said that, despite how tough it gets, we all stand for loved ones. We all shall always be there through tears and laughs. The finest moments of the night was saying goodbye to friends who stand by you forever. Like the groom thanked us all “we were all there to hold his hand when everybody else just shook his hand”.

Despite everything, what makes a wedding day is the joy the bride and groom shares with the people around them. Like the enthusiasm in curly hair dude, craving to get married. Like the tears that rolled down someone’s eye when she saw the invisible glow of the night.

e-Cry

Crying is a mean of letting go pressure, stress and soothing your body. Giving it a relieve of pain. Lately, I haven’t done it for awhile, and like any other human being, I have a desire to let it go. I am taking a chance and considering if it works on black and white instead of wet tears down my cheek, ruining my make up.

Life have been pretty much sucked up over the last couple of months even though there are few people who wish to open up for me, which I don’t intend to do. Messy, dark, empty, miserable and shadowy even if no one knows. I am at a stage where everyone is moving so fast down the horizon and I am way too behind to catch up. But somehow I try to yell out “wait up” but either its not loud enough or they simply don’t mind.

I am the kind of person who wouldn’t want to confess being in love or being sad. But since this is crying in words, I would like to spill out a couple of my annoyance stuff. When I feel giddy in the morning, I hold back my tears knowing there is none to call. When I really want to have a cup of espresso in the afternoon, I don’t want to call the people who’ve given me an open invitation. When I want to call and tell my best friend that I am having a fling with another girl’s man, I hesitate because they all will think I am still the bitch I used to be even if I tell them that I am having a heavy heartbeat and blood rushes when with him. When I want to call in a girl’s night in, I know its not going to happen, because I am the only looser single who’s way too mature to understand puppy love.

Is it just wrong to be a great sister, who looks over you? Would you also take me as the sister that you never had. Is it wrong to be a best friend, even after everything we’ve gone through? Would you still take me as a friend and not a slut? Is it wrong to be the brave, young, independent, mature woman and daughter after screwing up my pride? Would you still understand me?

How many of us are there? I wonder? I take people from here and there. Still, none is like me. Either they have everything I have plus something else or they have everything that I don’t have. So jealous I could be. But why do they still come and tell me I am everything a girl wants to be.

All the above, everything I wrote, might not make any sense because a human being cries not to make sense, but to let go off all the rubbish they’ve collected in their head and minds. People cry because from time to time, they want some attention. And readers, don’t judge for being such a cry baby because I AM NOT. Research shows that a woman will cry 5 times monthly, but I haven’t cried for a very long time, in fact, I don’t remember when I cried last.

Sob Sob…. This is my cry in black and white.

Gender Mainstreaming in the Maldivian Job Market

Maldivian society has never neglected the development of women as much as men in challenging careers over the last couple of decades unlike most Muslim societies like ours. This was well understood by the society after establishing an all girl school, Aminiya School in the year 1944. However, social responsibilities of women in the society have led to expected slow development of Women than men in this community.

Some employers hesitate to appoint women into their jobs, however, this is not written in any Code of Ethics or Policies. This is justified in the interview when they ask you, if you can contribute a 100% of self for the job. Usually for men, the answer would be yes. However, women, would often say, I have a kid or due to the living situation, I can only contribute 3 or less hours other than official hours. Parenting a kid, being a great Asian wife for the husband and taking care of the elder parent are responsibilities on the hands of the woman.

As I mentioned cultural and social influence before, the pattern appears to be that more of female staffs work in administrative areas rather than technical areas. This might be mainly due to the fact that technical areas of work are often manual and much field based. Technical work also requires more time, complications in balancing work and personal life.

Not to mention, but also the negative image given out through out the public, if she goes too public. The moment you are a great contributor to work, you become the worst wife ever. The moment you are active in the public, you become the worst parent ever. The moment you socialize a little bit more, you become the worst daughter ever. In fact, most Maldivian women do a great job by balancing both off yet they respect the cultural and social expectations.

Our national regulation states “It is prohibited to discriminate amongst persons carrying out equal work based on race, colour, social standing, religion, political beliefs or affiliation with any political party, sex, marital status, family obligations, and in so far as it does not contravene the provisions herein age or disability”.

In fact, our laws, regulations and rules give all the necessary rights to women to balance off her social and personal responsibility and employment responsibility. With all this protections and restrictions, we can conclude that it is strictly the social beliefs and cultural understanding that limits the gender mainstreaming in the Maldives.

Western prospect on Muslim; is it changing?

Since I am not that of an extreme Muslim, I never faced much of a difficulty in the western world. Mostly for the reason that my colleagues weren’t bothered by my beliefs and I wasn’t bothered by theirs, something called the RESPECT happened. I still took care of them when they were drunk and I still cleaned up their mess after tremendous boy parties (if you know what I mean). I valued what they believed in. I am still learning my religion. I even believe the people who don’t believe it.

While I’m with them, I get the respect I give them. But when I am in public and when people know me as just a Muslim, its different. The very few times, when my unshaven sexy husband stands by me, they all stare at me like; I’m going to blow up myself. Just like I am just another extremist.

However, last couple of years I was hoping that life would change at some point and people would believe in us and respect us. And by people here, I mean people who really don’t know us and puts us in the general understanding of what really might not be true. Mainly the expectation arose from the way we treat you. In our country, we allow you to drink, sex it up, gamble and many more (even when these are extreme sins), mainly because we believe in you and respect your beliefs. So everyday, I hope that this treatment will become mutual and not single sided.

Lately not only I am happy with the quality of Hollywood production but I am also happy with their beliefs. Body of lies made me rethink that not everyone in the western world are as pathetic as most of them. Like for instance either the script writer or the producer of this movie, definitely understood life on the other side. And god, it made me fall in love with Leonardo; a good actor, furthermore a better character. On the real world, I would die to find a man like him; true on the inside, sexy on the outside.

And then a regular television series I am addicted to is 24. When Jack wants help of a Muslim Sheikh to ask for forgiveness for his sins, I simply loved it. When the producer tried to give out the message to the whole wide world that not all Muslims are terrorists or the fact that, Muslims are an easy target to be framed for terrorism, I simply adored it.

Therefore, a million other movies and a million other television series as such gives my sisters and brothers hope for the next day. The hope that we can someday be a part of some Free Trade or maybe Globalisation. The hope that we could find life beyond our borders if necessary. The hope that I can also go cruising with old western couples after my retirement.

Basically, I am hoping that my son would easily get his visa processed to Copenhagen even if I name him “Abdulla Ali”. I am also eager to know if my daughter will be eyed or suspect of wrong doing simply just because she maybe wearing a lovely headscarf and look as innocent as me :P I am just desperately yearning next generation to have an easier life without being judged by their religion or the culture of life.

Bad Boy Magnet

Walking into a bar on a Saturday night you run into all kinds of people on all kinds of purposes. Some of them are there to chill out with their loved ones to get the ease of a busy week. Some of them are there to pick up a girl or a dude, to enjoy the weekend. Some of them are there to just meet people and go home alone.

A lot of people meet in bars, coffee shops, concerts, festivals and parties. I often meet my datable material guys only at concerts, especially rock concerts. But they all turn out to be bad boys. As in they are drug addicts, jobless losers, and sociaholics or somehow unacceptable by the community I know.

But with such guys, I have the time of my life. I laugh, have fun, and secretly be childish. Be in love and loved. Smile every morning knowing it’s going to be a great day. Smile every night knowing it was a great day. But none of my loved ones will accept all the smiles I give the world. They’d just think, these guys are just not worth me. But I say otherwise. There I go; I am a bad boy magnet.

And that’s one big reason why I haven’t started dating the divorced famous vocalists who makes a plenty of money every week from myTunes and records. And that’s why I haven’t gone out for coffee with the only graduate from my own field of work. And that’s why I haven’t yet kissed the respectable lawyer. And that’s why I keep rejecting the calls from the hot looking MBA holder.
As an adult, I know my life could be everything I want with these guys. But I still resist because I don’t have the magnetic pull towards these guys. Not even a bit. What else can I call myself other than a Bad Boy Magnet?

What does your wedding ring mean?

Wedding Rings are like a step ahead in your life. It’s like your academic certificate or physical maturity. Something resembling the change in your life. The achievement in you.

For the person who sees you wearing one, can easily interpret a bit of you from it. That you are married. You are not the kind of person who wishes to forget your ring when you going out for a ride with a hot girl. You are not the kind of guy to switch the ring to another finger, while you take her to a coffee. You are a respectable husband.

So it means huge. There are times when people steal away the beautiful meaning of this. It becomes so sick and pathetic. Especially ladies, they tend to avoid being hit on (if they feel like being left alone for the night), for an innocent reason they wear a fake ring. This is understandable at times, especially after a busy day when you don’t want to worry more about anything else. But again, it is a wedding ring. You got to respect it. Someday you will be wearing it, meaning to spend the rest of your life with someone special, you wish to make compromises that you wouldn’t even make for yourself. You might be doing all that without a vow; it still makes a difference when you are married. So respect the symbol.

There are also times when people turn out to be way too adorable to their spouses and wear a ring they share. This is too cheesy for a girl like me. I’d wear a ring even from the love of my life, only upon making it official. I would accept being called wife only when you say you do. I like to take it step by step. I respect the ring, even if it is fake or real. So I backed off, the moment I saw the ring in your finger, even when I knew you were officially single. But why do you disrespect it by giving me the impression you like me. Why do you still show off the ring to me?

If you deep down believe you are no more in the singles floor, act upon it. If you deep down believe that you are not officially married and available for singles, throw off the ring. Either you can say it’s this or that. Don’t tell it might be this or it might be that. Be definite, so the girl who goes melting to your moves can also be definite of what we are.