This was a letter i wrote to a yahoo group owner who started something to revolutionize the way women got together to speak about the one thing we all do - masturbation. I joined it when a friend on mine recommended it to me, only to find the entire place thronging with voyeurs looking to get a wet dream for free! Well, i was really upset about it and i write a few posts expressing my disbelief and one of them i write to the owner, who after a couple of mails to me, withdrew the group and closed it down. As far as i'm concerned, that's an achievement.
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Hi Ohri,
Well point taken and I must say it makes me feel quite comfortable to know that you were of the same opinion.
I guess the reason why Asian or Indian Asian girls would find it difficult to stay with the group is because some of the postings are quite comfortable with m'ing. While they're joining to find someone who isn't as comfortable as they are. And initially the posts on your group will serve as voyeuristic experience, which they might come back to a couple of times, but I really don't think it's going to help them come out of their shells. I'm hoping that more girls do make it from India, that way we can get some real conversations going. I do understand that in their cultures going pantyless or doing it in the office is very exciting.
But to tell you the truth Indian and other Asian women beat them by a mile when it comes to trying new things - I wouldn't be surprised if someone who isn't comfortable talking about it has already done and experienced what these ladies do already and don't talk about it. When it's their little secret it makes it all the more exciting.
But truth be told, the other consequences of living
In close-knit families, joint family households and also relinquishing luxuries of having your own space in a house has been a very limiting experience for women to explore their sexuality. I've always believed that masturbation has allowed women to understand their bodies and in most cases satisfy themselves like no man / woman can. You know your body like no one does.
Your mind and your body once in sync can take you to places that no one else has or can. That experience remains your special something - and every time you think about it, it's exciting; it's personal and a breathless experience. No words just sleep afterwards!
Another myth I don't buy into is being horny 24x7 - either you're on medication that helps. But there are people who vouch that they can keep going – I personally don't buy into that. For me personally, it's a very spiritual experience to touch myself. Yes I am aroused, but the sensations are amazing and now that I’m working, independent and also aware of who I’m, I know for sure that masturbation keeps a lot of things in check for me, I’m satisfied, I know when I want to because the feelings are undeniable. It's something personal and in my own time and sometimes afterwards, when I’m happy soaking in the bath, or taking shower and sitting with a book afterwards can be such a heavenly experience. I for one really savour such moments and don't use it as jerk off.... (By the way Ohri, I kinda like calling you that, I’m planning to put the last few paragraphs in as a post to see what kind of responses I get, it's time a few people write something other than - 'in the shower' -'without me knickers' - 'office and my little finger’ and so on!)
In fact I really hope you start posting as well soon....
Take care
Megha
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Saw it on a fax and thought....
'The philosphers have interpreted the world in various ways; the point is to change it.'
Hear! Hear!
Hear! Hear!
And so the work pours in....
The last couple of weeks has been really busy. You see the truth is that although i work for one of the country offices of a big American conglomerate, the India operations border on pathetic. The systems aren't in place, the people are never here for the work (what's that you ask? For the money? Would it be any other way?).
Speaking about the money - every one of them hire a consultant that conviniently disappear off the rolls and when you do so do the benefits and raises, the rest gets pumped back into the adjustable incomes of the seniors who for the past 4-5 years on an average, earn collasal (obscene) amounts of money for slave driving other intelligent species of humans!
It's funny how convinced you are of your superiority to these freaks, who never really end up doing anything profitable and then when the annual results are announced rest thier sorry behinds on your laurels now squashed beyond recognition. And we give in, seething inside, plotting some devious plan of elimination somewhere in the upper recesses of the phantasmal mind. The sad part is that it remains phantasmal. It always does.
if by chance anyone of you happen to trip on this blog, pick it up in disdainful curiousity - hear this - that this is the only virtual space i get to scream in bytes and bits - and feel okay for it. The world is cruel i know. But hey, you should see me, despite all of this cathartic trip - i still stand back and take a look at what i've been able to acheive, defintely going places, the money negotiating is what i need to master.
MacWorld SF just announced the poor man's Mac and iPod and it's been driving the IT media into a steady but very uppity freinzy! Ev eryone's waiting for shipping, everyone's waiting for the presentation. Everyone's waiting for the launch this side of the globe! The planning has been quite effective this time, only i'm not sure how an inspid presentation is going to get the press all excited! One cann't complain really - considering the dismal budgets a country with prospective consumer base of a two continentst put together can acheive.
Anyway, the press launch is due on Feb 1st. Anyone of you in town, do drop by and take a look - this one's sure to rock your world.
Feb 1 2005
Le Meredian - Delhi
Raisina Hall
Smeeeeerp!!
Speaking about the money - every one of them hire a consultant that conviniently disappear off the rolls and when you do so do the benefits and raises, the rest gets pumped back into the adjustable incomes of the seniors who for the past 4-5 years on an average, earn collasal (obscene) amounts of money for slave driving other intelligent species of humans!
It's funny how convinced you are of your superiority to these freaks, who never really end up doing anything profitable and then when the annual results are announced rest thier sorry behinds on your laurels now squashed beyond recognition. And we give in, seething inside, plotting some devious plan of elimination somewhere in the upper recesses of the phantasmal mind. The sad part is that it remains phantasmal. It always does.
if by chance anyone of you happen to trip on this blog, pick it up in disdainful curiousity - hear this - that this is the only virtual space i get to scream in bytes and bits - and feel okay for it. The world is cruel i know. But hey, you should see me, despite all of this cathartic trip - i still stand back and take a look at what i've been able to acheive, defintely going places, the money negotiating is what i need to master.
MacWorld SF just announced the poor man's Mac and iPod and it's been driving the IT media into a steady but very uppity freinzy! Ev eryone's waiting for shipping, everyone's waiting for the presentation. Everyone's waiting for the launch this side of the globe! The planning has been quite effective this time, only i'm not sure how an inspid presentation is going to get the press all excited! One cann't complain really - considering the dismal budgets a country with prospective consumer base of a two continentst put together can acheive.
Anyway, the press launch is due on Feb 1st. Anyone of you in town, do drop by and take a look - this one's sure to rock your world.
Feb 1 2005
Le Meredian - Delhi
Raisina Hall
Smeeeeerp!!
Thursday, January 06, 2005
How tough is it to do something by yourself?
Is there a difference by getting things done and doing them yourself? The fine line that draws itself so irritatingly thin - amazes me beyond explnation.
I was faced with a predicament today - there are some things i have been able to achieve all on my own. The more obvious things...
Like Education, if it weren't for me ii don't think i would have passed. Sure if you're to argue for the sake of it, there tonnes out there who do it 'differently'. But i did study and i did pass. I got myself a couple of degrees. My first job however was a lesson in self inflicted torture - i allowed my mother to make a recommendation. One can only imagine the rest of the joke.
The rest of the journey was not very smooth sailing but i have managed to get somewhere and i'm quite proud of it. However, down this journey called life, i happened to chance upon a few instances where, moreoften than not, i end up having someone with me when i'm trying to accomplish the routine or the out of the way task.
At the end of it all, i do ask myself...why in the world do i do it? Why i do let myself be emotionally dependent on people when i'm out trying to get my liscence fixed/updated, or why i must have moral support when trying to get my car serviced?
I'm still waiting for a divine answer - none has been received.
Coming back to the predicament - My father entrusted me with taking care of the affairs of the home, with land, lawyers, notary publics and other such divniely responsible stuff! Allright!!!
So, with dad and mom out in the deserts of the UAE, i was stuck with the responsibility and frankly i was glad something serious had cropped up. the reason? Well, to put it quite simply, there was a time (a many) that everyone would find it a bit too difficult to let me handle a job.
Here i was in a sense vindicated from that embarrassing fact with something as important as land deal documents and money. I knew my time had arrived. And so with all the pride i could muster (aplently at this point) i announced that i needed someone to accompany me on this quest. Stupid? I think so.
Sure we all need friends and someone to be with you when you're going through an unsure patch. But for god's sake to get a few papers signed?! Anyway, i called boyfriend, who answered in true gallant style. And off we went. And through it all this niggling question of why i couldn't just do this myself kept pricking me - until i snapped this morning and said to myself that today would be the day that Ms. Abraham grew up and did this alone.
And so when boyfriend (sick to the bone, but too in love to admit it) told me he was a little busy with work and that i'd have to wait, i just snapped up the opportunity, thanked him him for the wake up call (sacarsm knows no bounds!) and rode out on my trusty little automatic scooter to face the world of notary publics alone. i visited 2 and was crushed to find that they were either not available or just too dran expensive.
I filled petrol, withdrew some money from the bank and marched back to office and gave the papers to our logistics consultant - who kindly did the job for me in 45 minutes and came back to hand the papers over - safe and sound. Was i feeling elated, well there was a mixed reaction, really.
I felt great that it was done, and i had spent the minimal amount of money. But i felt lousy that i couldn't do it myself. That i couldn't walk up the sea of Notary publics and get 25 sheets notarised drove me nuts. The people in the higher echolons of the food chain might just say, "when there are people do these kind of things for you, you just let em go on and do it,". Logic says yes. Pride says "are you kidding me?!"
Then there are the do it your selfers - who look down at you and say, "tsk tsk...should have known you were the one to crumble..." I could draw myself up and graft myself into the so called 'get it done' clan. But then sometimes, you do steal an admiring look at the 'do it yourselfers'
Ah well, the good thing is that it's done and from the many miles of UAE it will always be that i got the job done.
Cheers to that.
I was faced with a predicament today - there are some things i have been able to achieve all on my own. The more obvious things...
Like Education, if it weren't for me ii don't think i would have passed. Sure if you're to argue for the sake of it, there tonnes out there who do it 'differently'. But i did study and i did pass. I got myself a couple of degrees. My first job however was a lesson in self inflicted torture - i allowed my mother to make a recommendation. One can only imagine the rest of the joke.
The rest of the journey was not very smooth sailing but i have managed to get somewhere and i'm quite proud of it. However, down this journey called life, i happened to chance upon a few instances where, moreoften than not, i end up having someone with me when i'm trying to accomplish the routine or the out of the way task.
At the end of it all, i do ask myself...why in the world do i do it? Why i do let myself be emotionally dependent on people when i'm out trying to get my liscence fixed/updated, or why i must have moral support when trying to get my car serviced?
I'm still waiting for a divine answer - none has been received.
Coming back to the predicament - My father entrusted me with taking care of the affairs of the home, with land, lawyers, notary publics and other such divniely responsible stuff! Allright!!!
So, with dad and mom out in the deserts of the UAE, i was stuck with the responsibility and frankly i was glad something serious had cropped up. the reason? Well, to put it quite simply, there was a time (a many) that everyone would find it a bit too difficult to let me handle a job.
Here i was in a sense vindicated from that embarrassing fact with something as important as land deal documents and money. I knew my time had arrived. And so with all the pride i could muster (aplently at this point) i announced that i needed someone to accompany me on this quest. Stupid? I think so.
Sure we all need friends and someone to be with you when you're going through an unsure patch. But for god's sake to get a few papers signed?! Anyway, i called boyfriend, who answered in true gallant style. And off we went. And through it all this niggling question of why i couldn't just do this myself kept pricking me - until i snapped this morning and said to myself that today would be the day that Ms. Abraham grew up and did this alone.
And so when boyfriend (sick to the bone, but too in love to admit it) told me he was a little busy with work and that i'd have to wait, i just snapped up the opportunity, thanked him him for the wake up call (sacarsm knows no bounds!) and rode out on my trusty little automatic scooter to face the world of notary publics alone. i visited 2 and was crushed to find that they were either not available or just too dran expensive.
I filled petrol, withdrew some money from the bank and marched back to office and gave the papers to our logistics consultant - who kindly did the job for me in 45 minutes and came back to hand the papers over - safe and sound. Was i feeling elated, well there was a mixed reaction, really.
I felt great that it was done, and i had spent the minimal amount of money. But i felt lousy that i couldn't do it myself. That i couldn't walk up the sea of Notary publics and get 25 sheets notarised drove me nuts. The people in the higher echolons of the food chain might just say, "when there are people do these kind of things for you, you just let em go on and do it,". Logic says yes. Pride says "are you kidding me?!"
Then there are the do it your selfers - who look down at you and say, "tsk tsk...should have known you were the one to crumble..." I could draw myself up and graft myself into the so called 'get it done' clan. But then sometimes, you do steal an admiring look at the 'do it yourselfers'
Ah well, the good thing is that it's done and from the many miles of UAE it will always be that i got the job done.
Cheers to that.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Mistletoe and Whine
Christian Whine....
It's that time of the year and apart from the simuated snowflakes and the x'mas lights on my desktop - i ain't feeling cheery at all. The irony is that it's my favourite part of the year and it's something i've longed to enjoy with abandon. But then God has other plans for me.
I'm at the brink of a very important phase in my life and no matter how difficult it could be for me, everyone seems to have a solution. Only this morning my colleague catches me while i was feeling really low and said a few things that people in low phases look upto as a divine spark that He sends you to make sure you know that there are bigger things in motion.
But then when you're the ost depressed the profoundest things make the most sense and seem the most beautiful. Sample this:
Let us pray for wisdom. let us pause from thinking and empty our mind. Let us stopthe noise. in the silence let us listen to out heart. the heart which is buried alive. let us be still and wait and listen carefully. A sound from the deep, from below. A faint cry. A weak tappling. Distant mufled feelings from within. The cry for help.
We shall rescue the entombed heart. We shall bring it to the surface, to the light and the air. We shall nurse it and listen respectfuloly to its story. the heart's story of pain and suffocation, of darkeness and yearning. We shall help our feelings to live in the sun. Together again we shall find relief and joy.
Amen.
It's that time of the year and apart from the simuated snowflakes and the x'mas lights on my desktop - i ain't feeling cheery at all. The irony is that it's my favourite part of the year and it's something i've longed to enjoy with abandon. But then God has other plans for me.
I'm at the brink of a very important phase in my life and no matter how difficult it could be for me, everyone seems to have a solution. Only this morning my colleague catches me while i was feeling really low and said a few things that people in low phases look upto as a divine spark that He sends you to make sure you know that there are bigger things in motion.
But then when you're the ost depressed the profoundest things make the most sense and seem the most beautiful. Sample this:
Let us pray for wisdom. let us pause from thinking and empty our mind. Let us stopthe noise. in the silence let us listen to out heart. the heart which is buried alive. let us be still and wait and listen carefully. A sound from the deep, from below. A faint cry. A weak tappling. Distant mufled feelings from within. The cry for help.
We shall rescue the entombed heart. We shall bring it to the surface, to the light and the air. We shall nurse it and listen respectfuloly to its story. the heart's story of pain and suffocation, of darkeness and yearning. We shall help our feelings to live in the sun. Together again we shall find relief and joy.
Amen.
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