The face that launched a thousand ships

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Centuries ago…

Both mortal and immortal.

Born of a swan and a God.

Daughter of Nemesis.

Men asked her to make them immortal with a kiss.

They fought for her until death.

You take a man - cool, calm, and swathed in equanimity. Ask him to give her up. Watch him become a zealot.

You take a man – hot, hurried, and angry. Ask him to give her up. Watch him become glacial.


Centuries later…

Both aggravated and somnolent.

Born of choice and craving.

Compared to enduring, faithful love that never forsakes the lips.

You take a man - cool, calm, and swathed in equanimity. Ask him to give it up. Watch him become a zealot.

You take a man – hot, hurried, and angry. Ask him to give it up. Watch him become glacial.


You don’t give it up. You let it go.


Cigarette - the modern man’s Helen of Troy.

Comments

karmic said…
For some yes she is. :)
Posted a repsonse to your post about "Gosh Already" below.
8:15 PM
anumita said…
Troubling you again I can see...
8:23 PM
Anonymous said…
i guess the cirettes are not that bad . why do people have so much against cigrettes , u should have written good points about them as well , if u cant guess it ask me
10:15 PM
Sunny said…
The more things change, the more they remain the same [:P]
10:54 AM
doubtinggaurav said…
In a way Cigarattes are good.

They are God's way to get rid of ignoramuses.

God is Great !
11:49 AM
Anonymous said…
What abt the hookah? ;-) Anarkali?
10:18 AM
Mukta Raut said…
hey jay!

yep..saw your comment. replied to it. Again, u sure you don't like Mumbai?

Hallo Anumita!

hmm..what to do?

Hi Anonymous,
who are you?

Very wise, Sunny, very wise..

hi gaurav,

Even so..

hey bythe...

hee hee ha ha ha ha! good one! But actually, she could be, na?
2:58 PM
karmic said…
Yep.. I don't like Mumbai.
5:41 PM
Chitra said…
Ha ha ha ha ....loved this one !!
12:51 PM
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