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Author: CrazyBrains

Marriage: Love? Arranged? Does it really matter??

Everyone, at some point of time, needs to settle down, making a family, having some kids and a loving life partner. Well, I’m speaking from a broader point of view, there may be a few exceptions where guys sworn to celibacy wont budge their vows till their last breath. But those cases are one in a million. So now returning back to the topic. Every sheet of a relationship is woven out of strands of trust, faith, love and responsibility. Without any of these the sheet tears apart at some point of time. Its said by our elders that ”Everything that happens is already jotted down by destiny, no one has a say about it.” They also say ”Couples are paired in heaven and united on earth”. If you take these statements seriously you will come to the same conclusion as I came to: “God doesn’t give a rat’s ass on the way you marry as long as you’re together.


Let me ask you something. Suppose you haven’t studied for your test well. You may fail also but the driver of your car makes you reach late for the test and you miss it. Whom would you blame? Even though you had chances of failing your full vengeance will be on the driver. If you had taken the test and then failed then you would be less angry as you knew it was your fault. This is why I feel love marriage is better, if it doesn’t work you can blame yourself not anyone else for pushing you in it.

Nothing in this world is absolute, no machine is fully efficient, no gas is ideal, no human is unflawed and no marriage is perfect. They say most divorces occur in love marriages. Yes, because - Read More -

when the married couple gets in an argument, the family helps only in sabotaging the relationship. But in an arranged marriage the whole family pours down essential morals on the couple that the couple forget what their argument was.

Love marriages symbolize freedom. You know the person beforehand, her likes, dislikes, everything. Your honeymoon doesn’t pass chit-chatting about each other’s hobbies but doing much better things instead ;) . You have your romantic moments throughout your life. You have the awesome feeling of proposals, rejection, the first date, the walks on the beach, the moments in the rain, the first kiss and the first craving sex. You would miss all of these in an arranged marriage. In it you have each other for granted, you will love her, you will live with her, you have no choice. Yes, there would be less fights, almost no threats of a divorce but there will be no certainty of time it will take to know each other well, less say, fall in love.

But remember, as long as you love each other, are faithful, and trust each other, nothing can tear you apart. It doesn’t matter how you marry if you are happy with your soul mate. May peace be with you :)

Love is all i want from you,

Care is all i need,

I want all your attention,

Anytime, anyhow, anywhere.

And Baby, I swear,

I will hold you forever,

Till the last breath escapes me,

Till the last sun sets,

Till death separates us,

And then it regrets.

Don’t worry, I wont leave you,

I will follow you on and on,

Only You’ll be in my heart,

Till infinity and beyond..

Signing off till the next post, CrazyBrains :)

This post is a part of the contest “Love Marriage Ya Arranged Marriage“, find them here in their Facebook Page

A Backbencher…

Hi, I’m a backbencher. It was my choice. No one forced me into it. And it was one of the best things I did in my life. I sat, lost in my world. Paying my attention only to my love, sitting in the first benches. She never looks at me. I am an outcast. Whenever she looks at me, she shoots invisible darts of disgust through them. Why? I don’t understand.

I hear my name being called. I turn to the direction of the sound. Its the teacher. I stand up. its not that I respect him. Its because of the years of ”Sanskaar” I got from my parents. I don’t like him. He points to the board and asks me to solve the question. Numbers are scribbled which seem to be the parametric form of the hyperbola. The answer is evident. But I choose to keep my silence. He says something about my education. Guys in the first benches laugh. She laughs. It doesn’t matter to me. I take my seat.

I never wanted to study this. I had another field of interest. But I had to. because the son of the cousin of my neighbor did so. He is now in America. I have to be in America. To make my - Read More -

parents proud. That I am in America?

I am not happy with this.I want to do what I want. People over the world know me. People of my profession. People who work what I want to. But she doesn’t know that. Or maybe she does. My dad laughs. He says I can’t afford a meal in that profession. But won’t I be happy? Yes. But I have to make my parents proud. I have to be in America.

People don’t like me. It’s evident nowadays. I have fewer friends. But if caught in a drug-trafficking they will come to bail me out. Will hers? No. They would be copying notes, mugging pages and vomiting answers. They will be in America. Her top is short. It rises up to reveal her back every time she bends to write. Guys behind her look. I want to tell her. But I can’t. Because I’m an outcast. A backbencher. I cant keep her happy. I don’t have the ability. To be in America.

I make fun with my friends. They are true. They are like me. They don’t want to go to America. The subject is boring. Few of us know what is taught. Few don’t bother to know the chapter’s name. But something is common. We don’t have interest. We don’t want to go to America.

Years have passed now. All my friends are settled. We earn less. Much less than the first benchers. We have smaller homes. We wear cheaper clothes. But we know how vodka tastes. We know the adventure of living life. We know the thrill of long drives, the fun of dancing in marriages, the tears of love, the pain of separation, we are experienced. Much ahead of the first benchers in the subject called ”Life”. We are happy. I saw her in the news a few days ago. She was married to a billionaire first bencher. Was. She’s now going through her divorce. The guy went America. Married someone else and dumped her with two kids.

I’m a backbencher. It was my choice. No one forced me into it. And it was one of the best things I did in my life. I am content. I am happy. I smile. :)

The vicious chain of Anger!

Today dad was scolding, actually barking with the vocal cords stretched to their maximum tension, using words, not filthy but harsh enough to scar your soul for the rest of your life. I stood still, eyes glued to the ground, ears shut from the world, mind wandering at non-existent places when I stumbled upon a thought “Why do people scold us for no apparent reason?”. Slowly as the truth dawned upon me I saw The vicious circle of anger. Well you would have also thought the same at some point of life, but let me guide you through this.
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Why do our parents scold us? You want a simple answer? Because they can’t scold their bosses and because they have invested a lot of amount of money in us. They have raised the bar too high and expect you to cross over like a freakin rubber ball on a jumping streak. They see their money losing, they get agitated. If schooling would have been free, no parent would have cared more than a rat ass on the division you scored.  A person needs to release his anger and frustration. If not, it will eat him inside out, drive him crazy. Culture says that we can’t scold our elders. That’s just against the rules governing nature. So we scold people who are below us, smaller in age, those whom we have authority upon. The boss scolds his workers for his official works or cheats them, creating frustration in their minds. Here anger originates. The workers, i.e. our dads scold their families i.e. our moms and us. Moms can’t scold their husbands, it’s against the rules. So they turn to us. Ultimately we get all the blame. Where does our anger go? It gets distributed among our siblings, road fights, break-up’s, enemies etc. For those who have no way to relieve their anger follow different methods like hurting themselves, crying alone, and also they do what we all do, Masturbate.

You must have noticed that couples who are love-married or couples who love each other a little too much are lenient in their behavior. Why? Because they have sex. People involved in furious sports like Boxing, Cricket, Football, Tennis, Basketball are less angry. Why? Because they relieve their anger on the games. Bosses, heads of companies, Independent businessmen, shop owners show less fury. Why? Because they have no seniors to scold them.

So the next time someone scolds you, be patient, let them relieve their anger. Don’t worry, your parents love you, but after all the day’s tension, hard work and expenditure they have a lot of anger accumulated inside them. They relieve it on you as they have no other place to. And the next time you get angry find a punching bag, a ball on a field, or the dark secluded corner of your bathroom to relieve your anger.

See the broader picture. If you don’t scold the people below you, they won’t scold the people below them. The chain of anger will be reduced. Your kids will have a better childhood without hearing words from your mouth that would haunt them in their dreams. Give it a thought and make the world a bit peaceful to live in. Signing off till the next post, crazybrains.! :)

Love Lust Luck – What the Fuck!

Love, a four lettered word which makes sense even before you step into your puberty, even before your genitals fully mature, even before your pituitary secretes the hormones receptive to the consequences. You know what it means but not what it can do.

For beginners it is a sense of dare, of pride, of bravery. You fall in love with someone, have an affair, and get a girlfriend/boyfriend. You are well known among your friends now. They treat you with respect and you have now a secret to hide from elders. You have found someone who listens patiently to all your weird talks, someone with whom you share everything, someone with whom your likes and dislikes match, pieces fall into place and you got your soul mate! Yoo-hoo!

Well, that’s Bullshit!

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Love Lust Fuck

People say about something called ‘’Love at first sight’’. There’s no fucking thing like that!For that English has another four lettered word called ‘’Lust’’. Its not that those relationships perish half way, few whose chemistry strikes well remain till eternity. But in the first place what made your eyes look to that person? It must be a sexy ass, a pair of jiggling tits, a sweaty muscled body or a cool charismatic face. Its lust.

When you search for a partner you tend to find a sexy, handsome or an all rounder. Girls chase the cool guy, the guitarist, the photography model, the sports captain or the white beardy fellow. Guys run after jeans butted tank topped cat walking chicks. No attention is paid to the dark nerd sitting in the first benches of the classroom or the silent formal dressed girl munching away food at an isolated corner. Why? Because you want to make all jealous, burn and desire for what you have, look upon you with respect and treat you with an aura of pride. You want to prove your friends that you can score, higher than the rest, get the one all have been dreaming of.

Love. You make thousand promises a day that you will be by your beloved no matter what the situation may be. Will you love her knowing she will never be yours? Will you love her the same if she is raped? Will you love him the same if he is impotent? Will you love her if she is amputated or passes into cancer? Will you still climb the wedding steps loving him and knowing that you are no more than the bridesmaid? Will you still love her knowing you have to take her entire family’s responsibility? No. you won’t. You may tempt to say yes but you know you won’t because you can’t. But if you do its love.

Why is it that the same girl you loved so much turns a whore for you? Why is it that the same guy you loved turns a son of a bitch? Did you really ‘’love’’ them? Or was it just an attraction to pass?

Love is not is not a decision, its not that you make and break it. It’s a responsibility, to be responsible for someone, to change for the better of the latter. If its lust then give it up, if it is love then live it up! In love there are no heartbreaks, no tears, no pains; it’s a game of wins, no losses only gains.

There is no fucking love anywhere people, it all comes down to lust in the bed. But if you have a bit of it in your heart keep loving with it. Keep loving.

Till the next post, signing off, Crazybrains :) <3

Guys Decoded: A must read for all girls.

Guys! Guys! Guys! A mind-scorching question in every girl’s mind, what does a guy think? What does a guy wants? What does a guy does? Few think we are just sperm producing machines who want to deposit our load deep inside you. They have a misconception that we run after sex, have no feelings and are plain bastards. To those who think such, I have two words for you ‘’Fuck You’’. It has been scientifically proven that women are hornier i.e. more sexually active than men. The time taken to achieve a female orgasm and the intensity of it is manifold than that of a man. Also a guy takes a hell lot of time to move over a broken relationship than a girl does. Though with a strongly built architecture we have basic emotional faults. This post is dedicated to those who think us as horny emotionless bastards. Read well for we aren’t.

The proverb “The price a Woman pays for love is sex and the price a Man pays for sex is love’’ is a total shit. We want to be loved, - Read More -

cared for, paid attention to. A Guy is always close to his mother. She is his first feminine encounter as he spends his first nine months in her womb developing a bond which isn’t present in case of daughters. She is his first teacher, first mate and first girlfriend. So never offend his mother. He will kill you else.

A guy loves truly. When in love the girl is the only thing he thinks about. He loves everything about her. All faults are ignored and even if she is not pretty she is the queen for him. Ask him to choose between a hug from the girl and a blowjob from Megan Fox, He will opt for the hug. A guy never thinks about fucking the girl he loves. He wants to hold her hand, pull her cheeks, hug her tight, and hold her close even in public. He wants to show you off in front of his friends, so girls, please cooperate. We are born perverts; our eyes wander off to every bit of height and depths of your body. Sorry girls, that’s how we are made. But if you are the girlfriend we never look at you inappropriately.

We guys are gross. We are very frank among ourselves. We can discuss anything ranging from girl’s boobs to asses. When among guys we don’t care what we wear or what we say but in front of someone we like, we make sure our clothes are spotless and try best to stop from stammering. We always start with “Hey!” “Hi” “Have you eaten?” as our first lines. We hate perfume smelling girls, so bitches please, stop bathing in fragrance. We prefer girls with brains than bigger boobs. We can be over possessive sometimes, but that’s our love, so bear it girls. Listen when we talk, but don’t give advices till asked, we don’t need them. We always dream of a good girl who would bring her inner wildness when with us.

We never give up on love. We try harder every time but once we give you up you won’t get us again ever. We can easily forgive and forget but the number of times you hurt us some feelings die within us for you. Just love us without prejudice and we will surprise you lots. We cry when we are hurt. There is always someone in our life that we can’t get, but that doesn’t mean we love you any less.

Now we have exceptions in everything, don’t we? I don’t claim every guy is just as stated above. Some are different but most no, almost everyone has feelings. We have hearts that get broken, we have feelings that get shattered, we have eyes that cry, we also face failures but we still try… Girls, Try to look deep in a guy’s heart you will find a soul thirsty not for a naked body but for a few drops of love..
Signing off, just another wackyhead, proudly a guy, crazybrains :)

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