Atlast after lots of time wasting ... I thought 'I am badly in need of a Girlfriend' ...
I became so desperate that I wanted to publish an advertisement in leading magazine
"Wanted Girl Friend for a Handsome, Smart , Young athletic Karthee Please contact kartshy@gmail.com"
But realised later that its to much for me. I had to spend some 50-100 dollars on it and I dont think I can make a successfull investment here.
Also the "Handsome, Smart , Young athletic " is too much :-)
Anyway whats next ...
whats the first step ... in finding anything for a "Sophisticated Software Engineer"
So I searched "karthee needs girlfriend" ... Yes I am completely mad :-)
came across the following link http://ramp.torontopubliclibrary.ca/pdfs/young_voices_2001.pdf
seems someone by name Pooja Narayan (Young voices .... yeah very much excited) was searching for me.
here goes what she has to say (She seems to dream a lot like me)
Beyond My Dreams
I wake up to the sound of camel dung being spattered
against the wall. My mother has managed to collect some and
is drying it, so we can have fuel for the fire. I remember her
whispering to my father last night, as I lay on my tattered straw
mat.They are worried that we will lose even this hut, if Dalalji is
not repaid in time. I always wish I could do more, but I am just
a chit of a girl.
Our tiny village, Kollengode, in the middle of the vast deserts
of Rajasthan, is probably unknown to the rest of the world.
Nothing ever changes here. Everyone is still under the control of
the moneylender. He owns the entire village, and his fancy
teashop. He even has a magical box with pictures of beautiful
girls with the most dazzling clothes. Sometimes, instead of running
an errand, I hide outside the tea-shop and peep at the TV.
I wish I were one of those girls in the magic box. I often look
at my pretty face in a little, broken piece of mirror, hidden in the
folds of my skirt. I can just hear my mother's scolding voice.
"Kya karthee hai ladkee? Soorath kis kaam ka? Ghar ka kaam
seekh!" ("What are you doing girl! What use is your pretty face?
Learn housework!") My mother never tires of saying this.With a
little money, a big house and even a motor car in the city! But
Gauri's parents are treated like outcasts, despite her success. I
wonder why!
Maybe I can borrow the money from Dalalji. He always
smiles at me and seems to like me. I feel a spring in my step,
as I walk with my water pot balanced on my head."Shoba?" I
hear my name and walk towards the sound to the abandoned
shack. Suddenly, in the dark, hands grab me and tear violently
at my clothes. I stumble, screaming, still holding the heavy pot
in my hands. I never thought Dalalji could do this.With one
powerful swing, I smash my pot against his head. He reels back,
stunned and I hit him again. He drops to the ground, unconscious.
I seize the pot and run home, sobbing, pushing my
weary legs. How naïve I have been.This is what a man wants
from a girl. No one wants to help you, really. Poor Gauri!
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In the dark,my mother starts shouting at me, "Paani kidher
hai? Kidher gayi thi?" ("Where is the water? Where have you
been?") With tears streaming down my face, hiding my ripped
blouse, I silently pick up the basket to gather the dried camel
dung. At least we will have enough fuel for the next month.
Pooja Narayan
Yes Eureka !!! Pooja seems to know me. So hoping that she will find me .... I am writing this blog.
Note : Found out that the search text "karthee" in her article is not me but a hindi word meaning "doing" :-( .
Hindi language is also against ... me ... and my Girlfriend.
