Do we know where to STOP?

Before I start with my boring post let me tell you that you are seeing frequent updates on my blog just because I am bored to the core since I don’t have much to work on (not to mention I already started feeling guilty of getting paid for doing nothing).

All of us know media crosses their limits to get the scoop but what we don’t want to accept is we do the same thing in our day to day life (I know there are exception as always but don’t dare to tell yourself you belong to exception category). And that’s precisely where my mind wants to go today. Wandering in dark is sometimes more fun especially when you are shit scared of darkness (I don’t know why I inserted this line here but whatever it is I don’t want to remove it and I am not removing it)

I came across a situation where a friend of mine (our friendship is neither very deep nor superficial. It falls under lower middle band) all of a sudden asked me when was I last kissed? I was shocked. Not with question but with its timing and most importantly with realization of who asked the question? Of course I refused to answer. I am liberal and open but I am conservative in areas which I tag it as “Personal” and I felt this question was too personal to share with anyone and especially with this fellow. My refusal was I guess not very well taken cause stuff like this was thrown at me “common its not personal question”/”ohh you are scared to tell”/”why you building walls around you”/”how else will anyone know u” and that was it. I couldn’t take it anymore (no I didn’t answer that question idiot ;)) and I lost my patience. I told him this is too personal for me and it may not be for you but I don’t care about what you feel about it. I admire you for certain things and I believe you do the same so let’s not knock each others door where sign reflects “Private”. Many people will disagree with me because today we live in the world of twitter where we feel it right (for younger generation Kool) to tell everyone what we do every other minute. I personally feel my life is not open book (for that matter no one’s life is). I have divided my life into proper sections of personal/private and public. Some things for me are too personal and the above question falls into that category. I don’t think you can know a person by asking him/her questions like “when was the last time you were kissed” or “how many times you got laid” or “are you still virgin” or “how many relationships you had”. If I think about it what you goanna know about the person if he/she answers such questions? We all should learn to see STOP sign at right time. Take some time and look around you everyone wants to get scoop out of your life and that’s why you will see lot of followers @ twitter. Take a break guys and think what you doing to your lives. Stop prying and live your life. Care about your life. Know about yourself. Why to criticize media when every one of us behaves exactly the same. What hypocrites we all are and the worst thing is we are proudly flaunting it!!!

Child Adoption

I fail to understand why it is so difficult for me to update my blog or for that matter keep the pace of something which I took under my umbrella :( Well I know I am never gonna find the answer so lets leave that aside.

Today I am blogging my opinion on a cause or action which is close to my heart. I am putting down some discussions surrounding my "Hot Topic Of Today" (Please see the title of blog) which I had with people surrounding me (friends, colleagues, family)

I seriously don’t understand why people have issues with adoption. I can understand this coming from uneducated and poor person but it really maddens me if some highly educated and sophisticated person gives negative reaction about child adoption.

I tried too hard to understand their point of view but I failed to arrive at any logical end. Couple of weeks back I was talking to one of my colleague and somehow child adoption found its way in our discussion (since I know majority of my people surround me doesn’t have positive attitude about adoption I avoid talking about it with them)

I am going to follow same pattern of writing my discussion with my colleague as I did in my post "Unhealthy competition". Let’s call this colleague of mine as "Colleague". So here you go …..

Me: I would love to adopt a kid and sponsor 2-3 kids.
Colleague: You can have your OWN child
Me: Adopted child will be mine
Colleague: By your own I mean biologically yours
Me: How does it matter?
Colleague: It matters. Having your own child gives you sense of completeness
Me (I was extremely pissed): Child brings Mother into world. No woman or man is born with in-build parenthood. Child is responsible for making you realize of that feeling and responsibility. So I don’t understand what difference biological or adopted child will make.
Colleague (he put full stop to the discussion because I feel he was out of reason): Yeah we will talk when you are married.

Whole discussion brought lot of anger inside me. Why we refuse to raise ourselves beyond so called society norms? Why can’t we think logically and reason with ourselves every second? Why do we have to stick to rules? I feel in today's we need to be more active towards child adoption than anything else. They have every right to live life respectfully. When we are born we are like empty workbook waiting to be filled. Today's educated people can utilize their knowledge and bring joy to child's life. But no we are scared of taking responsibility. We can crib about issues but we can not help to resolve them. Child adoption needs love so in a way its good these people don’t opt for adoption. But I wish my people breakthrough their myths and rise above their mentality and think more rationally.

And yes I plea to my people that if you can not give a child his due love and respectful atmosphere then please don’t adopt. And also please don’t adopt a child just because you are not able to give birth to biological kid (as per me this is crime)

I just want to conclude this post with one statement of Oprah Winfrey “Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.”