I may not be a lady.....

Apt to the reason for this blog...Impressions... Here is a tribute to the woman ... around all of us....
These are the lyrics of a song.... by Lisa Stansfield.. "All Woman"

He's home again from another day
She smiles at him as hewalks through the door
She wonders if it will be Okay
It's hard for her when he doesn't respond
He says babe you look a mess
You look dowdy in that dress
It's just not like it used to be

Then she says:
"I may not be a lady
But I'm All Woman
From Monday to Sunday
I workharder than you know
I'm no classy lady
But I'm All Woman
And this woman needs a little
love to make her strong
You're not the only one"

She stands there and lets the tears flow
The tears that she's been holding back so long
She wonders where did all the loving go
The love they used to share when they were strong

She says:"Yes I look a mess
But I don't love you any less
I thought you always thought enough of me
I may not be a lady
But I'm All Woman
From Monday to Sunday I work my fingers to the bone
I'm no classy lady
But I'm All Woman
And this woman needs a little love to make her strong
You're not the only one"

He holds her and hangs his head in shame
He doesn't see her like he used to do
He's too wrapped up in working for his pay
He hasn't seen the pain he's put her through

Attention that he paid
Just vanished in the haze
He remembers how it used to be

When he used to say:
"You'll always be a lady'Cause You're All Woman
From Monday to Sunday
I love you much more than you know
You're a classy lady'Cause You're All Woman
This woman needs a loving man to keep her warm"
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

...so how cum I reminded of this suddenly... Well apart from the dedication to all women... this blog is also dedicated to a very dear friend of mine ... who sent this song to me... AM not in a mood to elaborate on the occasion when I got this song but anyhow... Thanks for that day :)...You know who you are :)

read it some where....was Impressed...:)

A wispy old man was sitting in a bus holding a bunch of fresh flowers. Across the aisle was a young girl whose eyes came back again and again to the man’s flowers. The time came for the old man to get off. Impulsively he thrust the flowers into the girl’s lap “ I can see you love those flowers, and I think my wife would like for you to have them, I‘ll tell her I gave them to you.”
The girl accepted the flowers, watched the old man get off the bus and walk through the gate of a small cemetery….

Dedicated to our dear parents!!

Everyone is fighting amongst relations;
amongst himself; amongst tensions....
This world will end somewhere...But these tensions nowhere...
When the white beard was black...concern for relations none lack...
people cared for each odr...wife,a sister, a brother...
concern was so high..people dint even care to die..
But now everybody has grown...people only come to mourn..
How does it matter? ..if u die...if u live...
u r only cared for taking ;none cares to give...
Parents lose touch from their child...
..The children..just care a mild.......
it makes me wonder.....is this a relation??
full of insult and humiliation.....
an atmosphere of isloation....
an environ of tension....
dont u thnk ...we r losing the touch with our own soul...
a lonely fish in the golden bowl!!!!

Woman....

Have been thinking of starting again for long but could gather the will to hold the quill just this time….

So Back at writing after 6 long years….have only written for survival in these 6 yrs (to pass my exam papers J) .It dint took me long to figure out the title of this blogpost…coz the will to write came from Impressions only.

Without blabbering more on this “impressions” I would rather shoot the post directly…

To B frank I have been very much impressed by a few people around me and just thought of telling others about their courage ; their patience ; their selflessness…I mean looking at those people I really wonder at my own life..And think “God; I have so much to learn”
The thought that People can still be so great and humble at the same time; fills me with immense thirst for knowing their heart..How can they manage to be so great!!

Recently I got to know of a woman who is a manager; she has a year old daughter; got married love…managing her work and household…put in some family complications ;she is bearing the cost of her brother-in-laws kids’ education; her own household ; her own kid and her own demands… …yet she is so down to earth…sensitive and caring …she epitomizes what a woman should be…
Managing a baby with your work is altogether so demanding …..plus it becomes all the way more tough if you have to manage the finances on your own…

This particular instance makes me think about my own life…about the responsibilities which I will be supposed to shoulder as a woman…

I am in mood of venting out all what I have in my mind today only…
I know of a couple of women whose mothers- in- law…those shashi kala…bindu types…or the class of those as shown in “K” serials…they are endearing their married life with so much patience and care…working…earning…and still not happy but still caring and loving…

For the sake of what??.............For the love which drew them to marriage…or the love for their kids…responsibility towards their own parents…whom they can’t tell that they are unhappy…and that their decisions were wrong…
Fully realizing that they will be in this grind forever…their in laws are not good and not keeping well ..still they care for them..fend them like their kids…

Two days back…she told me she had won herself a travel stay at some holiday resort…she plans to take her mother-in-law with them…MIL is suffering; she is bed ridden…Can’t Do her daily chores on her own…Has got such a caring and sweet daughter-in-law….yet she is always nagging ; complaining and suspicious…and still the daughter-in-law is willing to take her to the resort..to care for her..to love her…Where on earth do these women get so big loving hearts…

Hold on…I am not against MILs as such….but just look at the greatness of a woman’s heart…
This is why a woman is a woman…hats OFF to women like them..
It’s so tough to be caring and selfless…so patient and sensitive… adjusting and yet be firm in achieving what you want…Be empathetic…
It’s so easy to be selfish and mean…be demanding and stubborn…But this is not what a woman is for…