The Bridges Of Life...

Most people love with their heart. I want to love with my mind, soul and heart.

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I really want to go back to being 22 today. I don't think I have ever felt so desperate to bring the old days back. Ever.

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I have always gone after the wrong things, wrong people. I have wasted all these years, chasing all the wrong things.

And it crushes me to know that.

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I have always been a dreamer. I have always dreamt of another world that does not exist and I fear, never will.

Nadir...

When you have nothing, everything seems possible.

Polka Dots...

Jaan bhi lete ho aur zinda rahe yeh dua bhi karte ho. Kya hai tumhara pyaar aur kaisi tumhari nafrat!


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In other news, lingerie brands in India need to do a fresh market research on what "women in India want". If anyone out there is listening: Hello, you all make crappy underwear.

Look, underwear with floral designs? Very nice, but we don't want crappy flowery designs. You know the big gaudy maroon flowers with blue leaves? Yes, please get new designers.

I can never understand why Indian lingerie brands, even some international brands selling in India, can never get lingerie/nightwear right. Really! How difficult must it be to design a sexy underwear or a cute pajama? Very, apparently.


P.S: Not all Indian women have heavy bottoms, you know what I mean? The pajamas in stores look like they were made for baby elephants.

Not A Cakewalk...

A couple a kids are playing football. One of them kicks the ball real hard and instead falls flat on his face, the balls goes off in some other direction, all other kids run behind the ball. The one that fell down, looks around, picks himself, dusts himself and runs behind the ball too. Like nothing happened. But something happened. He got a glimpse of what life ahead would be for him, a guy.



Imagine the same scenario with a bunch of girls instead. I can't stop laughing thinking how much fuss we girls would make if someone falls down. We'll forget the ball, and rush to pick her up, dust her up, check if she was badly bruised, comfort her, make appropriate noises if she voices her concerns about the "scars" and how unsightly it would look, and then maybe, resume the play. If nothing, we'll definitely not act like nothing happened. We're just not trained that way.



Guys I think are far better prepared for life, than girls. Punch a guy in the face and he'll do two things, he'll punch you back or then punch you back. Punch a girl, ha, that never happens. And when that does happen, she does not know what to do. Maybe go crying to dad, brother, guy friend or then boyfriend. Or cry about it with girlfriends.



What when she has no one to look after her? She's left clueless and bleeding.

Orphaned...

So it would seem that Life does not trust my choices. It insists on holding my hand and leading me. I want to break free its clasp and walk my own way. It does not let me do so. So here we are, here on the street, warring, bickering, fighting like spouses in an abusive marriage. "Let go of me", I plead with Life. But Life? It has its own plans, it drags me through the dust, afraid to separate, it tells me to go take a hike, cause, Life my dear, has stopped listening to me.

Where are you taking me Life? Where?


PS: I have a new blog title! :)

Some More Snow...

Sometimes life will be such a super scheming bitch, you end up smiling. Well, good one, life. But I am not quitting just yet.

Stripper-hunt...

Psssst, did you know an Indian male stripper in Mumbai costs you a cool 25k? And a phirang one 45k?