Temporarily Forever...

What makes people fall out of love with each other? How does it happen? What is it that leads you to it? How long does it take for you to completely stop having feelings for him/her?
Why is it that sometimes couples who have been together for years, couples who have started a family together, couples who swore that they would be together forever, decide to throw everything away and move in opposite directions.

Why is it that though they are hurting inside, they feel that being away is the best option.

Why is it that people who love each other so much that they are willing to make a commitment to spend the rest of their lives together, suddenly find themselves wondering what they ever saw in each other in the first place. How is it that one is supposed to believe the institution of marriage where she can only see failed marriages.

Five of her parents siblings have had failed marriages. Marriages that have ended in messy ugly divorces. She has seen her beautiful, full of life cousin been reduced to pieces as a result of a traumatic marriage. Her own parents have had rocky periods through their almost 30 year marriage.

Tell me, how is she supposed to believe in that perfect soulmate when men have broken her hearts so many times. What will make her willing to take that kinda risk?


Who will be make her take a step towards something she has no faith in? Who?

DeWhine Intervention!

You know how sometimes you talk to God and then suddenly you picture yourself as a part of the universe and you feel really small, insignificant and ridiculous to believe that God is actually listening to you. I mean, like he does'nt have bigger problems to listen to rather than hear you rant about having a bad hair day.

But on the contrary, God does seem to be quite jobless (By this I do not mean I've stopped having bad hair days). You know how they say God has a wicked sense of humor ( which I was until recently quite sure, a rumor that he himself started to make him seem cooler), well, I have experienced it first hand. You laugh dont you, but I have concrete proof, to prove that not only does God listen to me, but he also screws around with me. I mean at this very moment, He is up there chuckling to himself and patting himself on the back and saying, "Man you are too good!."

To those who snigger I present empirical evidence below :

Evidence I
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As you know, (assuming atleast one person reads my blog) I have been whining about my job. Apparently He thought this would be good place to provide evidence to the truth of his rumor. So I'm all, "I hate my job and it cant get worse than this" and WHAM!.....it gets worse! My boss is quitting and this all time bitch, the mother of all bitches, the one woman whom none of us can stand is most probably going to take his place. NO!!!!! I'M NOT SAYING IT CAN'T GET WORSE!!!

Evidence II
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For the last one week I have been attending a training program. Normally I go to work at 11 am, but my training starts at 9am. So for a whole week I have to get up with the birds (yes in my part of the world, birds wake up at 7:30). I have had to literally drag myself out of bed and fight the urge to snooze my alarm. So everyone of these days, I have been thinking, "just wait till saturday.....you dont even have to set the alarm". Ah! so again our Man, is rubbing his hands in delight at the beautiful opportunity that has presented itself and WHAM!..... I get a mail saying that we have a meet with the business head at...brace yourself.....here it comes....8 FREAKING O' clock!!! I mean, who, who I ask, wants to meet at 8 am. I mean if this is not empirical evidence then nothing is I tell you.


So You, please hear me out loud and clear! I'm not in any way challenging you, ok? I now know that you DO have a wicked sense of humor, ok? I have even said so on the WORLD WIDE WEB. Now this may not be too big a medium considering the scope of everything that comes under your purview, but down here it is DAMN big ok?

Now quit using my life as a playing ground and find someone else you can pick on. Capiche?