The below article is borrowed from Bangalore Times, dated September 25, 2009. For all my friends, here on, give a second thought before sharing your secrets with any woman, be it your GF or your friend who is girl et al. Whatever be the case, a must read article, no matter whether you are a girl or guy!
Most women cannot keep a secret for more than 47 hours, a new survey has revealed. In the survey involving 3,000 women aged 18 to 65, four out of 10 respondents admitted that they cannot keep a secret, no matter how personal or embarrassing. While 83 per cent of women believe they are “completely trustworthy” and three in four claim they would never betray a confidence, it is unlikely that they keep their lips sealed. And their likely confidante is their husband, boyfriend, mother or best friend. Nearly 45 per cent said they blurt out secrets just to get it off their chests and then most of them feel guilty. More than half blamed alcohol for blurting out the secrets. “It’s official — women can’t keep secrets,” a daily quoted Michael Cox, UK director of the company that commissioned the research, as saying.
Women hear at least three nuggets of gossip in a week — about sex, affairs, guys in office, or how much so-and-so really spent on that handbag.“What we didn’t bank on was how quickly these are passed on. Everyone who has confided in a friend should be worried,” he added.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Evolution
It’s an age old phenomenon that human beings evolve with time. But why did I choose to write about this topic, which probably would be a little weird. Well, experience is something, which I feel is unique and is always first-hand, even if something has been done a million times by others and you are doing it for the first time.
This is what prompted me write on evolution. I have been an avid user of Gmail (for beginners, it is Google’s email service) from January 2006. One of the features I love the most is that the storage is virtually unlimited and one doesn’t need to delete any mails. After a long and tiring day, around 2:00 AM last night (or is it morning?) I did this exercise. I started reading mails at random, beginning with the first mail that I had received in January 2006 till date. I observed that…
• My way of writing mails had changed dramatically
• My vocabulary was more or less in the same lines, but usage of certain words had changed considerably
• Few things which were my dreams had become a thing of past while some seemed really silly
• Last, but not the least, some mysteries did uncover, based upon the mails few people had written to what actions took place in reality
Maybe, few years down the line when I again undertake the same exercise, today’s action might seem silly. What I am not even thinking remotely about today, may become my biggest dream.
If you have not tried this exercise (and have some excess time), I strongly recommend you to do so. Most certainly you will realize how your personality has evolved with time!
This is what prompted me write on evolution. I have been an avid user of Gmail (for beginners, it is Google’s email service) from January 2006. One of the features I love the most is that the storage is virtually unlimited and one doesn’t need to delete any mails. After a long and tiring day, around 2:00 AM last night (or is it morning?) I did this exercise. I started reading mails at random, beginning with the first mail that I had received in January 2006 till date. I observed that…
• My way of writing mails had changed dramatically
• My vocabulary was more or less in the same lines, but usage of certain words had changed considerably
• Few things which were my dreams had become a thing of past while some seemed really silly
• Last, but not the least, some mysteries did uncover, based upon the mails few people had written to what actions took place in reality
Maybe, few years down the line when I again undertake the same exercise, today’s action might seem silly. What I am not even thinking remotely about today, may become my biggest dream.
If you have not tried this exercise (and have some excess time), I strongly recommend you to do so. Most certainly you will realize how your personality has evolved with time!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Midlife Crisis!
Please note that this article has been borrowed from an online article. And the target audience is a handful of people! A good friend suggested me to read this article. God knows why? A nice read though!
What the Hell is a Midlife Crisis?
Justice Stewart's wisdom about pornography applies to midlife, too: tough to define, but you know it when you're in it. Men in the muddle often use words such as "aimless," "confused," "lost." Previously surefooted guys come to question things in which they once believed -- marriage, work, friendships. Some men report losing their vitality, their joy in things they used to savor. In the book Flyfishing through the Midlife Crisis, the New York Times executive editor Howell Raines describes this feeling as "disappointment and restlessness that tiptoe in on little cat feet."
Here's a symptom sampler: insomnia, fatigue, despair, morbidity, inability to concentrate, ruefulness about roads not taken, dread that life holds no more surprises, regrets, sharp longing for something (a gunmetal Porsche, a cigarette boat) or someone (the FedEx woman, Gina, whose smile is a promise of overnight delivery). Men in crisis often obsess about big questions, as in, "Does my life matter?"
"Many men start to think in terms of how little time they have left," says James. In severe cases, men fantasize about just lighting out, shucking off their old lives and starting over in the South Pacific or the Sawtooth Range. At 36, the world's our oyster, but by 44, we're trapped inside the oyster, gasping for air.
The midlife stew often starts with some garden-variety boredom. If you've been hoeing the same row for 20 years, only an idiot wouldn't wonder if there aren't some more interesting rows somewhere else. On top of tedium, we often get our first bolt of serious bad news: the death of a parent, trouble in a marriage, a career setback, the transformation of the 8-year-old who thought you were God into the adolescent who thinks you're the devil. Crushing chest pain and the word "biopsy" can set a fellow to thinking about what he's done with this life.
Often, come our 40s, some undeniable facts start eroding the dubious pillars on which we've built our notion of a man.
What the Hell is a Midlife Crisis?
Justice Stewart's wisdom about pornography applies to midlife, too: tough to define, but you know it when you're in it. Men in the muddle often use words such as "aimless," "confused," "lost." Previously surefooted guys come to question things in which they once believed -- marriage, work, friendships. Some men report losing their vitality, their joy in things they used to savor. In the book Flyfishing through the Midlife Crisis, the New York Times executive editor Howell Raines describes this feeling as "disappointment and restlessness that tiptoe in on little cat feet."
Here's a symptom sampler: insomnia, fatigue, despair, morbidity, inability to concentrate, ruefulness about roads not taken, dread that life holds no more surprises, regrets, sharp longing for something (a gunmetal Porsche, a cigarette boat) or someone (the FedEx woman, Gina, whose smile is a promise of overnight delivery). Men in crisis often obsess about big questions, as in, "Does my life matter?"
"Many men start to think in terms of how little time they have left," says James. In severe cases, men fantasize about just lighting out, shucking off their old lives and starting over in the South Pacific or the Sawtooth Range. At 36, the world's our oyster, but by 44, we're trapped inside the oyster, gasping for air.
The midlife stew often starts with some garden-variety boredom. If you've been hoeing the same row for 20 years, only an idiot wouldn't wonder if there aren't some more interesting rows somewhere else. On top of tedium, we often get our first bolt of serious bad news: the death of a parent, trouble in a marriage, a career setback, the transformation of the 8-year-old who thought you were God into the adolescent who thinks you're the devil. Crushing chest pain and the word "biopsy" can set a fellow to thinking about what he's done with this life.
Often, come our 40s, some undeniable facts start eroding the dubious pillars on which we've built our notion of a man.
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