December 14, 2010
December 13, 2010
Where Men Rule Over Gods...
On a cold wintry night like this, I snuggle up to you and you wrap your arms around me. We don't have much, but the love in your eyes is enough to keep me warm. And you look down at me, and you see the same warmth in my eyes and you smile. I ask you to tell me a story. I love your stories. And you pretend to think for a moment and I help you with suggestions. Not the dragon one you say, haven't I told you that like a 100 times already? But I love that one I say. And you know you are going to end up telling me the dragon one today. You kiss me on the lips and we settle down comfortably in each other arms. I am all ears, intently looking up at you and you have a smile on your lips. And then you begin telling me the story. I imagine you walking through the jungles, and fighting with the tiger and the bears and killing the Lion Witch with a deer's antler. And I hug you closer when you tell me about the bandits who kept you in the dungeon for days without any food. You see the tears rolling down my cheek and you tell me about the Fairies who helped you cross the River of Fire and I feel better knowing there was someone to help you, that you were not alone. And I even tease you about the Water Nymph who helped you cross the Eleven Rivers and reach the Tree of Fate. I know you come across the dragon Nidhog and the giant Odin next, there's a seriousness in your voice, a tremble. And I feel a chill, when you, staring into the space, tell me how at times you thought you would never make it alive. How you fought for days, months, till the leaves turned yellow and the Eleven Rivers froze. And the cold claws at my heart with the thought of losing you, what would I do without you? But then the wolves Mirmir and Skoll bring you the Flaming Sword and how proud I am when you tell me how you wrestled with the giant and slew the dragon with the Flaming Sword. And I clap like a little girl when you finally kill the giant. And you laugh and tell me about the happy part, where you cross the Rainbow Bridge and meet the Five Old Ladies who help you find the Tower. And then you rescue me from the Tower and how happy I was to see you again. We both go quiet, each thinking about the painful times when we were separated. The uncertain times when I waited for you with nothing but hope and you struggled to even stay alive. How I missed you. I rest my head on your chest and you kiss the top of my head and ask me to tell you a story. Your turn now you say. But I have only one story to tell I say. But you persist knowing I can never say no to you for anything. So we settle down again in each others arms and I tell you a story; the story of Prince Charming.
Tik-Tok...
I oscillate between hope and despair like...like the way only I can.
*****
And I should totally write a book now-"How not to screw up at 26". I think there will be many takers, no?
*****
Everybody telling me to get married because I am 26 now and time is slipping by, quit it. Cause I am not quitting on my dreams, however irrational they may be.
And if nothing, I can always be the favourite aunt your kids would visit during their summer holidays. I could read to them and tell them all sorts of wonderful stories, and I could bake the best chocolate cake for them and I could teach the girls to garden and knit and play the piano and I could teach the boys how to impress the ladies. See? Your kids will love me.
Erm, alright, maybe not.
*****
There's no place harsher for a woman than women's loo. From the second she enters the loo, till the time she leaves, she is put under the microscope. Right from her hair to the colour of her toenail paint, everything is judged. She has no respite from the overcritical and unrelenting appraisal and the opinions that follow. Nothing is verbally said, not oh-so-loud atleast, but opinions are conveyed none the less.
I don't think two women staring into the same mirror can ever be friends. They'll smile at each other and chat about the latest mascara in the market, but as soon as one turns her back, the other will snigger. Ah, it is a bad bad place to be.
Funny then, that women should spend so much time in the loo.
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And I find it funnier that men all the world will miss their breakfast or skip lunch and the woman will find herself forcing him to eat. "You didn't eat lunch?!" *gasp* "You must eat something now! Why can't you ever take care of your health! blah-blah-blah! You always skip your breakfast as well! some more blah-blah-blah". And the guy will simply say, "I didn't feel like eating/I didn't get time, was busy/ I picked up a coke on the way/Stop fussing", and then the woman will get furious and further insist he eat.
Yours truly has done it. Sometimes I cringe and sometimes I feel it's justified. And I find it hypocritical of me that although I, myself, have missed meals several times, on several occasions, the woman in me just can not see anyone else hungry.
But *sigh*, I need to stop mothering. If you don't want to eat, well, stay hungry, let's talk about sex instead.
*****
And I should totally write a book now-"How not to screw up at 26". I think there will be many takers, no?
*****
Everybody telling me to get married because I am 26 now and time is slipping by, quit it. Cause I am not quitting on my dreams, however irrational they may be.
And if nothing, I can always be the favourite aunt your kids would visit during their summer holidays. I could read to them and tell them all sorts of wonderful stories, and I could bake the best chocolate cake for them and I could teach the girls to garden and knit and play the piano and I could teach the boys how to impress the ladies. See? Your kids will love me.
Erm, alright, maybe not.
*****
There's no place harsher for a woman than women's loo. From the second she enters the loo, till the time she leaves, she is put under the microscope. Right from her hair to the colour of her toenail paint, everything is judged. She has no respite from the overcritical and unrelenting appraisal and the opinions that follow. Nothing is verbally said, not oh-so-loud atleast, but opinions are conveyed none the less.
I don't think two women staring into the same mirror can ever be friends. They'll smile at each other and chat about the latest mascara in the market, but as soon as one turns her back, the other will snigger. Ah, it is a bad bad place to be.
Funny then, that women should spend so much time in the loo.
*****
And I find it funnier that men all the world will miss their breakfast or skip lunch and the woman will find herself forcing him to eat. "You didn't eat lunch?!" *gasp* "You must eat something now! Why can't you ever take care of your health! blah-blah-blah! You always skip your breakfast as well! some more blah-blah-blah". And the guy will simply say, "I didn't feel like eating/I didn't get time, was busy/ I picked up a coke on the way/Stop fussing", and then the woman will get furious and further insist he eat.
Yours truly has done it. Sometimes I cringe and sometimes I feel it's justified. And I find it hypocritical of me that although I, myself, have missed meals several times, on several occasions, the woman in me just can not see anyone else hungry.
But *sigh*, I need to stop mothering. If you don't want to eat, well, stay hungry, let's talk about sex instead.
December 12, 2010
The Bridges Of Life...
Most people love with their heart. I want to love with my mind, soul and heart.
*****
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.
*****
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.
*****
I have always been a dreamer. I have always dreamt of another world that does not exist and I fear, never will.
*****
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.
*****
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.
*****
I have always been a dreamer. I have always dreamt of another world that does not exist and I fear, never will.
December 11, 2010
Polka Dots...
Jaan bhi lete ho aur zinda rahe yeh dua bhi karte ho. Kya hai tumhara pyaar aur kaisi tumhari nafrat!
*****
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.
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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.
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.
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