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Just do what your heart say ,

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F**k religion drama

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He always care........but she cant understand

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Irony of "We must change our mentality"

Here’s is a story that can make the answer a bit interesting

Dec 16,Year of 2012 was about to end. It was a cold winter night. Another busy day about to end. However in a city that never sleeps, it was hardly the time to shut the drapes.

Rajiv just sat to watch Arnab Goswami’s “Nation wants to know”.Apparently the subject of Women Empowerment wasn’t something he was really interested in initially.”Gosh,this guy talks a lot!!”wondered Rajiv .But whatever he saw made perfect sense.His excitation levels were about to reach new levels.In fact , he decided to put a motivational status on the issue in social networking site ,even before the discussion ended, just to show his 15-min knowledge in subject , expecting some likes .

That was the day Rajiv decided to give a shit about taboos in India and decided to make this country safe for women. ”Let me go out for a while before coming up with plan and roadmap to achieve my dream”

“Let’s go out for a long drive” exclaimed Rajiv to his sister Latha.
Latha, a simple , shy girl ,who mostly stays indoor ,wanted to grab this opportunity as this may probably be the only time to see the street lights on.Even though she was pursuing engineering ,she was always her daddy’s little daughter. She decided to pull all her marketing lessons learnt to persuade her father.
“When Life gives you lemons,make Lemonade”

By the time,she succeeded in her motives,Rajiv already set his hair,cleaned his shoes,tugged in an expensive shirt ,plugged in ear phones ,took the car off garage ,all the list of activities,she aspired to do one day.Rajiv and Latha ,wanted to have a vision to change their life.For them ,this moment is more than a mere drive.They were dreaming big,a dream to follow their heart.Just to add up to atmosphere,he decided to put on some motivational speeches on sterio.

“Start by doing what's necessary; then do what's possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible”

Just when the time limit for the drive was about to expire, they heard a man screaming for help desperately .What are some of the best examples of hypocrisy in India?

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SCENE2-LONG DRIVE TO CHANGE
Rajiv and Latha ,wanted to have a vision to change their life.For them ,this moment is more than a mere drive.They were dreaming big,a dream to follow their heart.Just to add up to atmosphere,he decided to put on some motivational speeches on sterio.

“Start by doing what's necessary; then do what's possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible”

Just when the time limit for the drive was about to expire, they heard a man screaming for help desperately .

They turned around to see a young man covered in blood,naked ,miserable in condition ,needing urgent medical help. But he wasn’t alone. There she was,lying in a pool of blood, seeming to be somewhat dead. For the first time, Latha felt how lucky she was to be in the car.

Rajiv sticking to his seat,”I wish I could help.But Latha isn’t supposed to be out after 10.It’s already 9:50”

Latha , feeling as helpless as the ones gathered around them.

”Oh poor girl!!Parents are right for a reason.You shouldn’t be out after 7”
“We should help them “ Latha shaking her brother’s hands.

Rajiv ,quick in his words,”Are you out of your mind?Look at these naked bunnies.What if ,something happens to them in our car?We will be behind the bars .Do you want to be a part of it?”

Latha ,still in shock,was figuring out her reply,not that it would influence his brother’s decision ,but atleast there is question wanting her opinion.She took a mental notes of the entire situation and finally decided to go onboard with his brother.It was indeed a tough choice.

Meanwhile, radio’s words were silenced 
“Successful people are always looking for opportunities to help others. Unsuccessful people are always asking, 'What's in it for me?”

SCENE3-ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

Latha finally reached home safely,hugged her parents to show her need for protection.So did Rajiv,but for raising his sister not like the girl he saw on the road.
While Rajiv was working on his plan to reach his goal, he decided to switch on the TV just to get some more motivation.This time he saw the headlines of “young girl raped and thrown from the bus” pouing all over the news. It was enough to generate the spark.Only thing it needed was a match stick.
Well ,that came along the following day,when one of his friends ,called to join the protest against the ongoing events.
Rajiv knew “This is the opportunity,I have been waiting for.Finally I am setting the misplaced pieces.”
Latha joined as she could easily recollect the “Life and Lemons” proverb at correct times.Soshe once again tricked her parents and signed all the required assurances to join his brother and the crowd on streets.

Fake people

Sometimes its not the people who change ,its the mask that falls off

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Patience

Patience (or forbearing) is the state of endurance under difficult circumstances, which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without acting on negative annoyance/anger; or exhibiting forbearance when under strain, especially when faced with longer-term difficulties. Patience is the level of endurance one can have before negativity. It is also used to refer to the character trait of being steadfast. Antonyms include hastiness and impetuousness.

Happy ending

Tragic Love Story With a Happy Ending.

I met my husband in high school. I was painfully shy back then, but we hung out with the same group of people at lunch. I would sit with my best friend and watch him (not in a stalker sort of way haha), he would go on and on about the most random things and I loved to hear him talk. One day, I told my friend "I'm going to marry that boy someday". She responded with "You don't even know his name". Again, this was totally out of my character, but something inside me told me to go for it, so I walked over to him and said "Hi. What's your name?" He said "Why?" and without even thinking, I responded "That's interesting. Is that a family name?", and he smiled and said "I like that, my name is Steve."

At the time I was casually dating someone else, as was he. He would talk about breaking up with said girlfriend, and I wasn't too impressed with my guy at the time, but we were saying these things for different reasons, not because we were planning on being together ourselves. A few months passed, we casually talked when we saw each other and such. He was a senior and I was a sophomore, and he graduated early that first semester, so I didn't see him at all second semester. I figured that was the end of it. Then one day, I was talking to a buddy of mine, and mentioned that I was having a party for my 16th birthday, and wished I could invite Steve. My buddy said "Oh, I know him, let me give you his number." I was thrilled. I called him a few weeks later and invited him. He came and we hit it off instantly (we were both single at this point, this was months later) and became official the next day.

We were inseparable. We fell for each other hard and fast. He was the one who actually said "I love you" first, and not in the way that most teen guys do just to get some haha, but it was random and heartfelt, and I knew he meant it. I was so high from my feelings for him, I was a completely different person, but in a good way.

After about a year and a half, things started to get a bit rocky. He cheated on me twice, told me about it, and after a while, I forgave him and took him back. We would fight, break up on and off, and it just wasn't the same. There were a lot of things going on in both of our lives at the time.

On New Year's Eve going into 2002, we went to a party at a friend's house. A friend of ours that had been flirting with me relentlessly for months when Steve and I were on the rocks was there. The night went on, and as we were getting ready to leave, my friend pulled me off to the side to talk. We were hanging out, and suddenly Steve came into the room as I was adjusting the shirt that I was wearing (it didn't fit right and kept riding up), and immediatly thought something else was going on, which it wasn't. He left me there, with my purse still in his car. I was devestated. A few days later, I got my purse back (I had to go to his apartment and get it from his roommates, he refused to talk to me), and we were no more. I was beyond depressed. I couldn't eat, sleep, or function in everyday society. I would go to school (this was my senior year) like a zombie everyday, just going through the motions until I graduated.

Later that summer, we actually started speaking again. We ended up hooking up of two seperate occasions, just before I left for college, and I thought that there was some hope there. I went to school and stayed in contact with him via internet and phone. I asked him to drive down to see me (I was about 4 hours away from home), and he said he would try. About a week went by, and when I called him again, he said that he had started dating someone else. Again, I was devestated, but for some reason couldn't stop loving him. I found out 3 months later through a friend that he was getting married. I couldn't believe it. We were together for the better part of two years, and he knew this chic for three months. I went home for Christmas break and saw him a few times while I was there (I was staying at a friend's house that he was moving out of). I wanted to tell him that he was making a mistake and that WE were supposed to be together, but I wanted to respect him, so I didn't. I later found out that he wanted me to say those things. His friends tried to talk him out of it, but he's stubborn and wouldn't listen. He was lonely and didn't want to do the long distance thing, and admits to this day that it was the biggest mistake of his life. I even had two of his closest friends and himself tell me that the day before he got married, the three of them went hiking, and he said "Well, I'm going to marry (insert my name here) tomorrow". The stopped and said "Dude, you mean (insert other girl's name here)", and he said "Oh yeah, that's what I meant".

So years went by, we would email each other about twice a year to see how the other was doing. He ended up having a son in that time (my now stepson), and I had a daughter. My relationship with my daughter's father was going terribly (he was a heavy drinker), and his relationship was failing as well (she cheated on him). While I was pregnant (I was 22 at the time), my friends acted different towards me, like they weren't sure how to act around me, so I felt alone. I emailed him asking parenting advice, since he had a son. He came by my work on several occassions to talk and give me things like books and such. After my daughter was born, he offered to give me a playpen that his son didn't use anymore. He came by to drop it off, and I showed him my daughter. He got within 5 feet of her and then said congradulations and immediatly left. He later said it was because he imagined that that was our baby, and that he left because he didn't want to cry in front of me.

Months went by and my daughter's father and I had just gotten into a HUGE fight. I was crying on the floor, and I said "God, I know this isn't who I'm meant to be with, please, send me someone who will make me happy." A few days later, he emailed me and asked if I would like to go out for coffee one day after work. I went, and the feelings were still there, though we didn't tell each other, but we both knew what the other was thinking. We danced around it as the weeks went by, but we both knew that we were brought back together for a reason. Eventually he said that he couldn't stand it anymore, he just had to tell me how he felt, that he loved me, he always did, even during the 5 years that he was married (he was a few months away from divorce at this point, towards the end of the seperation period), and that he wasn't asking me to leave my daugher's father, but he just wanted to let me know how he felt. Of course I felt the same way, and I talked to my boyfriend about it and he was actually cool with it. We both knew that we were at the end of the rope anyway, so my boyfriend said "Well, if you love him, you should be with him". So we got back together that December (2006).

I wanted to take a trip with him for New Year's, but wasn't sure if my mother would watch my daughter for me. He told me that he would ask her for me, and did so at my family's Christmas party. He took her to the side (and I had no idea at this point) and told her that he would like to take me on a trip for New Year's and ask me to marry him, and if that was alright and if she would watch my daughter for me. My mom always liked him, and was so happy that we were back together, and she said of course. I just thought we were going on the trip for fun. When we got to our destination, we were walking along a dock (we were at the beach), and he handed me a ring box. I just stood there. I opened it and there was a note inside, just a note. It was a beautiful letter, explaining his feelings for me and asking me to marry him. Of course I said yes! I thought it was ironic that we ended our relationship on New Year's Eve 5 years ago, and then he asked me to marry him on New Year's Eve 5 years later. We were married on May 26th, 2007.

He was my first and only love. Sure, I dated other people during those 5 years, but my heart always belonged to him, and his to me. I think that maybe it was because we had a lot of growing up to do, because honestly if we had gotten married when we were younger, we probably wouldn't be married today. We both had to really understand what love was, and even though those were the hardest 5 years of my life emotionally, I'm so thankful that I have my husband now. We had our daughter together on Jan. 21, 2008. Of course, we always wanted 2 or 3 kids of our own together, but we have our two from our previous relationships, so she's the last, we can't handle more than 3 kids haha. We love all of our children, my stepson's mother isn't around much, and my daughter's father lives in another state, though he does call and send money and visits once a year.  My ex sees my husband as a father figure in my daugher's life, and doesn't resent him in any way. He's moved on and is in a relationship with a woman that I have met and like. We get along better now that we ever did when we were together.

So there's my story. Long, I know, and there's a lot that I left out for the sake of time, but that's the gist of it. A real Romeo and Juliet type romance, but with a happy ending. :)

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He is really respect your feeling trust him.When a woman loses respect for you as her man, she will then begin to feel less attraction for you and when that happens, she will gradually begin to fall out of love with you.

Maintaining a woman’s respect is essentially about being a strong, honest man that she can look up to, rather than a wimpy, unreliable man that she looks down on.

Things like cooperation, kindness, communication, respect of her feelings, compromise, truly loving and accepting her for who she is and giving her your full trust are also elements that ensure she will continue to feel respect for you as a man.

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Chances are you've heard the story: an unmarked door leads to a dimly-lit massage parlor where women with strong hands and tolerant smiles await a train of libidinous male patrons. The "happy ending" tale is all too common, a mixture of truth and urban legend that captivates male imaginations even in an age of casual sex and unlimited Internet porn.

The rest of spa culture, meanwhile, is dominated by women. There are more than 14,000 spas in the U.S. bringing in around $10 billion in annual revenue, and their predominantly female clientele average more than 100 million visits per year. With all that time spent around low lighting, soft music, and heavy rubbing, it can be tough not to think of sex.

But until recently, the female version of the happy ending has remained doggedly taboo.

Luckily, any "rules" restricting female sexuality are dying as fast as Sex and the City repeats can slay them, and it was only a matter of time before women embraced the notion that "quick releases" aren't just for men. And with competition among spas getting ever more intense, customers are starting to demand more than just Enya and free herbal tea with their Shiatsu, according to massage therapists.

"It's such a well-known thing for guys, and women are finally getting more comfortable asking for it," said Anna, a self-described "massage healer" who has worked at several upscale spas and performed happy endings on female customers. (Names have been changed to protect the less-than-innocent.) "Women are finally getting comfortable with the idea that it's OK to feel erotic in what's already a really erotic setting."

The bottom line: We like massages and we like orgasms, so why shouldn't the two sometimes come hand in hand? The answer is that they can and do, though the logistics can get complicated.

"With men, there's no subtle approach when it comes to a happy ending," said Tyler, a 6'4" hunk of tattooed muscle who has worked as a masseur at several New York City spas. "Some will ask outright, plus they have this appendage that's obvious and gives you a clear idea of where they want to go. But with women, it's so subtle. There's really no way to know if they want sexual contact, even if there's moaning and heavy breathing."

For many women, the idea of point-blank asking a hot masseur to "finish me off" sounds about as appealing as a full-body exfoliation with Brillo pads. And as Samantha learned in the now-notorious Sex and the City episode, making demands can result in humiliation.

So if you're into it, how do you avoid embarrassment and still come out fully satisfied?

The key, according to veterans like Amy, a 32-year-old model/actress who's had happy ending massages in two different states, is clear but subtle communication.

"It's all about giving the right signals," she says. She first discovered erotic massage during an in-room rubdown at an upscale Miami hotel. "Initially [the masseur] kept it very clean, but I was really turned on and I let him know it by moaning and saying how good it felt. He started slowly touching my thigh, then going higher, and it turned into a game of how far each of us would take it. One thing led to another and he ended up finishing me off, which was great."

Occasionally, a spa's reputation for sensual goings-on will precede it, as with New York City's famed 10th Street Russian Baths. An East Village fixture famous for its massive steam rooms and "women only" days, it once drew celebrities from John Belushi to Frank Sinatra, and now attracts a cross section of New Yorkers from Russian sexagenarians to downtown fashionistas.

"At first you're on your stomach, so they're just massaging your back," said Trish, a 29-year-old marketing manager who frequents the Baths. "Then they turn you over. [My masseur] started massaging my breasts. My nipples got erect, so that must have sent him a signal. He started rubbing me on the pressure points around my hips. He never actually touched my clitoris or vagina; it was just all around the area. I did [have an orgasm]; afterward, people kept stopping me on the street to say, 'Oh my God, you're glowing.' "  

Chemistry with your masseur is a key factor, and one that can't always be controlled. But if it's present, the possibilities are endless.

"I was going through a divorce and feeling like hell," said Alexa, a 30-year-old attorney. "So I went to a high-end spa for a massage, and the only person available was a guy. I was nervous; I'd never had a man massage me before. He ended up being so hot. I was turned on the whole time, but nothing happened.

Then I went back two weeks later. I was on my stomach while he massaged my back, and when I turned around, topless, we started making out. He said, 'I can't do this, it's unprofessional,' so we stopped. But when I went back a third time, we ended up having sex in the massage room. After that, we started dating."

Nonetheless, it's important to remember that the risks can be high for massage therapists. Every state (save Nevada) considers prostitution illegal, and in some states it can lead to months of jail time. Also upping the ante is the gray area surrounding sexual assault, generally defined as nonconsensual touching of the genital area.

So how hard is it to find that perfect massage combination of chemistry, timing, setting, and mood? I hit the massage tables to find out.

Stop number one was Cornelia Day Spa on Fifth Avenue, which is now closed, was known for its Chanel-clad clientele and handsome male staff. I booked a Swedish massage and showed up with high expectations. But after 60-minutes of awkwardness peppered with a few moans that provoked no response besides "Is the pressure OK?" I decided to call in reinforcements.

I dispatched my sexy and adventurous friend, Joanna, on a spa mini-marathon, with instructions to request a male massage therapist and, if possible, end each massage with a big finish.

Her first stop was Great Jones Spa, a relaxation Mecca for the downtown set.

"It was definitely a 'my husband is a venture capitalist, I eat vegan and live in a loft' kind of crowd," said Joanna, who made sure to request "the best man you have" for her Swedish massage. The result was Andy, a pony-tailed Adonis with bicep tattoos and a winning smile.

As he massaged her thighs, she flirted with comments like, "That feels so good" and "Feel free to keep going." At first, her advances brought no response, but after a while he treated her to a polite, non-judgmental lecture about how "going there" was against the rules, and he loved his job too much to put it at risk.

"I was feeling a little rejected," Joanna said. "But after it was over, he rushed out to the waiting room to introduce me to his girlfriend — apparently she was nearby — and asked if I wanted to 'hang out' with the two of them sometime. So I felt better, though I said no."

Next was the ultra-opulent Mandarin Oriental Spa, known for its lavish views and obsequious service.

"I felt like I could throw a fit over the temperature of my Pellegrino, and it wouldn't be out of the ordinary," Joanna observed. This time, her method consisted of suggestive moaning and pulling the strategically placed towel away during the "inner thigh" portion of her deep tissue rubdown. 

Her masseur, immaculately groomed and very clearly gay, resisted her advances, saying simply, "I love my job here, and I'd do anything to keep it." Afterward, he pulled her aside and said, "Honey, I think what you need is to visit the Vitality Pool."

"I couldn't figure out what he meant," she said. "Then I saw the Vitality Pool." Located in the ladies-only "Heat Experience Room," it consists of a tub filled with room-temperature water, a bench made of metal bars, and intense water jets that shoot up straight from the floor.

"As soon as I sat down, I realized what he was getting at," said Joanna. "There's no point of having an open bench in a hot tub where jets shoot up between your legs other than to have an orgasm. It took me all of two minutes of sitting there to climax, then the woman who went in after me looked like she took 30 seconds."

While the experience was refreshing ("I definitely left with a glow") we still had two spas down and no results. Then, Joanna got a tip in the Mandarin's plush relaxation room.

"I started chatting with this woman in her mid-30s, who looked like she went to spas all the time," she said. "When I mentioned I was going to another spa tomorrow, she told me, 'Oh, you have to go to Cornelia. You should ask for Tron; he's fantastic.' Her voice didn't sound like she was describing a massage."

The next day, Joanna arrived at Cornelia Day Spa primed for victory.

"The second I saw Tron, we had instant chemistry," she said. "He was definitely hot. I flirted with him all the way from the waiting room to the massage room, and we chatted about our lives. When we got inside, I talked about how I hated having underwear and towels constricting me during massages, and he said, 'I'm comfortable with you having them off.' About 15 minutes into the massage, I let my hand graze his thigh and I could see his erection. Finally, he turned me over, and it was on."

Kissing turned to heavy petting with a strong dose of grinding, until he was on top of her on the table. Joanna recalls the make-out session as being totally comfortable. But after the first few minutes, she broke away, saying, "I'm sorry, this is so inappropriate."

His response: "Sweetie, you are my reward for the two men who asked me for happy endings earlier today. I told them no — but for you, I won't tell if you won't." When she coyly asked if she was the first woman who'd expressed interest in more than a massage, he sidestepped with, "Well, you know how it is."

The impromptu liaison went on for the rest of the hour, and another 30 minutes beyond.

"It was very romantic and totally mutual. It didn't feel like I was just being serviced," she recalls. "He asked after a while if I wanted to have sex, but neither of us had a condom," said Joanna. "I considered giving him a blow job, but then I was like, 'I'm paying for this!' "

Her advice after a successful venture?

"You have to be open to having that kind of experience and not exactly be subtle about what you want." When it comes to massage sex, the chances are high that you'll encounter fuzzy boundaries and ephemeral guidelines, and one woman's violation may be another's fantasy.

But just as with a female presidential candidate, whether you think happy endings are the pinnacle of bliss or the apex of vileness, it's still nice to have the option.Men, if you want to have a great relationship here is my advice to you: Stop trying to cheer up your girlfriend or wife.  I know this might not make sense to you right now, but trust me, it’ll be one of the best things you can do for your relationship.

As a brand new husband, one rookie mistake I repeatedly made was always trying to fix my wife’s problems. Every time she told me about a problem or a challenge in her life, I would simply assume that she wanted me to fix it. As her husband, I felt like it was my job to be the hero and save my damsel in distress. What else are husbands supposed to do anyways?

So I would offer solutions. Or give advice. Or try to cheer her up. Little did I know that Olive did not want me to fix the problem. This is so crazy I need to repeat it again: my wife would tell me about a problem, but not want me to fix it.

We’d have conversations like this

On one particular evening, Olive started to tell me how sad she was feeling. The conversation went something like this:

Olive: I feel sad.

Tim: Don’t feel sad.

Olive: It’s just that ________ [explains reason for her sadness].

Tim: Let me cheer you up. (Starts to make a funny face to make Olive laugh)

Olive: (Ignoring Tim’s ridiculous looking face) I don’t like my life right now.

Tim: Let me tell you a joke. (Hoping that the joke will make Olive like her life better)

Olive: Stop trying to cheer me up.

Tim: Oh. (Confused) Well, what you should try to do is ________ [offers what he thinks is a helpful advice to fix Olive’s sadness].

Olive: Can you please listen to me?

Tim: …(even more confused)

Olive: …(patiently waits for Tim to comprehend what she just said)

Tim: (Finally understanding that the best thing for him to do is simply listen to his wife) Oh sorry. So you’re feeling sad because ________ [repeats Olive’s reason for her sadness].

Olive: Yes, and because _______ [continues talking, feeling much better that her husband is finally listening to her].

Don’t fix, just listen

We have many conversations like this. I’m happy to say that these conversations are less common now than at the very beginning of our marriage. I’ve had to train myself to be a better husband. Believe it or not, being a good husband doesn’t come naturally to me. (Shocking right?)

Whenever Olive told me about a problem or challenge in her life, I used to assume that she wanted me to fix it or cheer her up. That was the wrong assumption. Now whenever Olive tells me about a problem, I assume that she wants me to listen (and NOT fix the problem). In fact, I don’t try to fix the problem unless she specifically and directly asks me to fix it. Even then, I’ll clarify just to make sure I’ve understood her correctly.

One of the most important things I can do for my wife is to listen, understand, and empathize with her.

Reflective listening

Here’s some practical advice I received from my father on how to listen well. It’s called reflective listening. When your wife tells you something, you summarize what she just said to you in different words. This does two things:

1. It allows your wife to hear what you just heard her say, and clarify if you have misunderstood. Many times I would either misunderstand what Olive said (because I wasn’t listening properly or because she hadn’t used the right words) or Olive will have said something she didn’t really mean. Hearing what she just said allows her to process what said and to confirm or clarify what I heard her say.

2. It confirms to your wife that you have understood her. This is very important. When she feels that you have understood her, then she’ll feel comfortable to tell you more. One of the biggest needs that a human has is to be understood. To be known.

So stop trying to cheer up your wife (all the time). Listen. Understand. Empathize. Trust me, this will go a long way to improving your marriage.  And she might even be happier

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