Helpless without needing any help....

Recently, i have come across some people in my life who are not only weird but can make u go crazy. There is no story of their lives. They have studied a lot but don't know what they have to do...they crib over being so very educated but have no aims in life...they cry for being not getting respect which they consider they deserve .

They have never earned a penny in their life and spend splendidly....they have every excuse to show their vulnerability but will never leave a chance to attack someone verbally, emotionally or any other possible way....

....they will approach you on every difficult point...cry before you for hours,days and some times months.......seek your advice... exhaust you to infinity......whatever you do to help them...spend your days listening to that bull shit......running around to comfort them.... waste your time to solve their illogical needs.....console them in their fears......they are back to square one...all your efforts in vain...u want to pull your hair from roots......But you are helpless , they belong to you...they may be your close friends or someone close to your heart or someone a close relative....here you don't need any help but you are helpless man...

The last two months...

Well, the last two months were full of work. I am not complaining here, as I love my work and always look at work for sanity. Even in my sorrows I have found solace in work. Mornings and after noon were spent in court rooms, late afternoons and evenings in chamber drafting cases or meeting clients. Then there were times when I would have slept at 2: 00 am, but I am happy for that. Even on 21^st Feburary-Our Anniversary- We both were working late night.

Marriages were in the air and attended few of them. Some attended alone (oh! How I abhor going without him.), some with Mr. Cheema and some were attended by Mr. Cheema alone. There were some I shun to attend. Altogether, I was jaded with the whole marriage thing…..

Then I don’t know why but I have this love-hate relationship with cooking. I may not be a perfect cook but I have a knack for cooking and have tried my hands on it many a times. Again I had craving to cook something for Mr. Cheema but lack of time did not provided me with a suitable opportunity.

I have half read books strewn all over my place. I want to finish them. One part of me is always screaming inside read it, finish it. Numerous thoughts came in my mind and I wanted to put them in words but the mind says latter and the heart says Now. I have never under stood for my entire life why mind overpowers heart, when it knows that following the heart can only make us happy. Sometimes I wonder how can someone like me has started listening to the selfish mind who had always gone with the tunes of the heart.

Now days, I hate reading newspaper. During last two months Delhi being considered as the crime capital is very intrusive for me. I am piqued by the callousness of men here. Why Delhi is getting so unsafe for women? Should I thank God that I don’t have to travel by public transport or I don’t have to take auto rickshaw or I don’t have to walk on the road…..but how can I be so surly for the million of other women. Just the thought of someone coming from the recesses and taking a woman as granted shakes me up….