Heartbroken?

How do you get over a broken heart? If somebody had known the answer he could have filled his coffers to the brim. This is a malady which has raged our planet much longer than any epidemic. The casualties too are so severe that sometimes it has resulted in the death of one or both the parties concerned. Yet there is not a trace of research being conducted to find a cure for this disease.
The first symptom that shows up during this illness is the necessity for privacy. The other symptoms that follow are listening to mournful songs that are being churned out by - the - dozen by record companies. Some patients who feel that they have a "way with words" find it necessary to purge out their feelings in the form of depressing poems. Loss of appetite is another symptom not to be ignored as it could lead to waste of good food.

Though there are numerous remedies available in the form of "unwanted advice" but my suggestion is take treatment from Dr. Time as he is the best in this field at present.

In today's world, where advertising has come to stay, the selection of the right brand of even a common commodity like a soap, has become a nightmare for the common man (also known as the - Consumer).
My first introduction to this mania called "Consumerism" happened when I was on display for a potential groom.
He showed all symptons of a consumer...ignorance and confusion. On the other hand after a good shine and scrub Iwas feeling quite confident. I walked into the sitting room, filled with strange faces, with my eyes glued to the carpet as expected. My voice - melodious but subdued, answered a volley of questions thrown by a mass of human like faces, which blurred before my eyes with the right amount of nervousness expected.My face remained calm and serene (the kind seen on faces of those who attained nirvana) till the end. On the whole it was a performance par excellence! The worried look on my parents face was replaced by a smile. Dull conversation lulled into an awkward silence which only meant time to go. I made a gracious exit and knew I had met approval.
A few weeks later an uncle of the potential groom's, whom my dad had taken into confidence, informed us that I was among the few candidates who had been shortlisted. He proudly added that the advertisement they had placed in the papers had actually attracted 40 responses. Boy oh boy! Am I glad that I made it to the finals? So this is how a beauty pageant finalist feels. But unlike the beauty pageant the final results of this contest was not fixed.

I received the news that I had lost the crown (ring in this case) to a pea - brained, fair lass. Alas! Once again the "intelligent consumer" succumbs to nothing more than a beautiful wrapper!