Thank You

Lets not,God forbid,restrict Maleness to the funny items in the last post.

Lets not deny men their secret,cryptic,fragile depth.

Lets not,once again,deprive them of access to their grossly underused capacity for Infinite Tenderness.

Their general savagery,simple over confidence and juvenile self importance hinders us from developing any sense of gratitude towards them.

By no means does it suggest that they don't deserve it.

For going to unheard of extremes for the ones they love,to protect them from the world (and sometimes from them), and to provide for them all they can.

For possessing a clarity of vision devoid of emotional clutter.

For wading through Life without the luxury of tears.

For being uncomplicated and predictable.

For falling hopelessly, helplessly in Love with us.

Thank You.

Status:-Grateful.
And listening to Ghulam Ali's 'Chupke Chupke Raat Din'. A shard of melancholy of such genius, you can never disintegrate it to its components and tell which one brings it alive. The highlight of the ghazal is the terminal part where the man who has to sing this song begins to hum, and suddenly appears to be content, almost glad, for reliving a painful memory.

If only we could all appreciate the delicate pride, the private cherishability, the magical irreplacability of certain failures......