The world is full of childless women doing or learning something different or new to spend their time and days.
Those with children are finding ways to do or learn something different to get away from their real days.
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Top 10 Reasons Why You Should Be With Someone
- When you are having a hot bath and suddenly realise you have left your face wash outside, you don't need to go out all dripping and drenched. Just holler, "Jejuuuuuu, face wash". Ka-ching! *Face wash appears*
- When its winter and you are shivering, you can borrow their sweater and yet act smug.
- When you PMS and get all hormonal, you have somebody to yell at (other than yourself).
- When they play "Jumma chumma de de" at a party, you have somebody to point at (other than your mother).
- Group pics and all are nice. But couple pics ki baat hi kuch aur hain ;)
- ahem ahem… cough cough..*clears throat* ummmm… u know...
- Pencil, chair, sun, tata docomo top-ups, low battery, God, towel, nail colour, underwear, side of the bed, Skype, johnson & johnson ear buds, external hard disk, Sweet pea body splash, auto, train, bus, flights and Memories, Memories and More Memories ! *breathless*
- You can cry to sleep. You can smile to sleep. You can laugh to sleep. Someone else puts you to sleep.
- So one day you can tell Papa, like Shah rukh did in K3G to Amitabh - "Socha kahan Papa, bas ho gaya".
- Nonsense! Life is nonsense. Love is nonsense. World is nonsense. Just.
Sunday, 9 September 2012
My Era
I have a Woman's Era in front of me right now. By mistake.
Personally, I feel Woman's Era is for the menopausal and a silly wanna be of Cosmopolitan.
(if you are booing at me right now then 'I will spit on your grave'. No, I won't. Its an internal joke. You won't get it. Since you don't read Cosmo!!!!!)
The outer cover of this particular Woman's Era has the weirdest set of headlines on it.
I have read the whole issue page to page. (Yuss, its been a long Sunday. Don't get judgemental Missy!)
And I believe I could have written a better issue (for myself) than XYZ (for the love of God I can't find the Chief Editor's name in the book *suspicious*)
Where is the Paradise on Earth?
In Cosmopolitan.
Ha ha. Got ya! Just joking.
Paradise is in 107/1 Sundar Nivas.
Paradise is in the arms of someone. Someone worthy. Someone strong (for you). Mother, lover, friend, niece.
Paradise is in travelling. Luxuriously. Or penniless. Doesn't matter. While travelling, either ways, paradise is in the eyes, the ears, the tongue, the touch, the whiffs and in the mind.
Be sure of the bra over your boobs
Really, I am. I am absolutely sure I wear a bra over my boobs. I make sure I hook in all the hooks too.
But I think people on the road have their doubts. Especially people on the Delhi roads and metro.
*Kachinggggg*
Mumbai - 1. Delhi - 0.
Being sexy is just an attitude
Why be sexy? Be a lady.
Be kind (not a doormat). Be honest (as much as possible). Be graceful (i don't mean only dance here). Be healthy (Keep those Green Lays down). Be clothed (according to the weather & place). Be cheerful, bright, attentive.
Why be sexy dear? Be a lady.
Rakhi Sawants come and go. Lady Diana stays forever.
It is as old as the pyramids
To be honest, I have forgotten what this article was about. But seeing that this is Woman's Era I'm sure they must be talking about Kamasutra.
*Kachingggggg*
Cosmo - 3. Woman's Era - 0.
What spices up sex?
Next headline please.
Find the outway for tension?
By the way, is 'outway' a real word? Even MS Word is putting a red curvy line under it.
Anyways. Sing. Dance. Listen to music that YOU like. Read. Play games (not the cruel kinds). Travel. Absorb what good people are saying to the world. Learn archery, rifle shooting, horse back riding, sword fighting.
Go find your own 'outway'.
The key ingredient of marriage
Will update this post 5 years later. *Fingers crossed*
No more fears about diabetes
Who said so? I go to the loo more times than I breathe. I frequently crave for food like I'm 9 months pregnant. I look at water as if I'm just back from the Sahara desert. Polydipsia, polyphagia, polyuria - check, check, check.
It's in the family. I'm fat. I melt when I'm offered sweets. An ultrasound and a blood sugar level report is long pending. And Woman's Era tells me to not fear about diabetes?
Woman's Era - 0. Netra - 0. Diabetes - 1.
PS: Did you notice 'Diabetes - 1' sounds like 'Diabetes - Won'?
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Sunday, 27 May 2012
Ignite
A candle among darkness
I'll burn my soul and die
But glowing is what I do
And from that I do not shy.
Candles all around me
All solid, all standing
But none exudes brightness
- "For what's the point in burning?"
"Burn burn burn!", I say,
"Burn your whole wax into ash & others dismay
Burn for your neighbour
Your dog, your love, your thingalings
But keep burning."
Or what else
Is the way to living?
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
i
I am a girl
I am a south Indian
I am a Bombayite
I am bindaas
I am a doctor
I am a sister
I am a daughter
I am an aunt
I am a student
I am a teacher
I am a girl
I am bright
I am moody
I am smart
I am dumb
I am a girl
I am a helper
I am a snob
I am a dancer
I am a typist
I am a traveler
I am a glutton
I am a researcher
I am a shopper
I am a girl
I am well-mannered
I am lazy
I am a pig
I am scared
I am a wait-er
I am an escape-er
I am a love-er
I am a hold-er
I am a girl
I am different
Know this
Think over it
Decide
I am in your life
Or not.
Tere liye mera ishq sufiyaana
Sochoon tujhe
Toh hai subah
Sochoon tujhe
Toh shaam hai
Manzilon pe
Ab toh meri..
Ek hi tera naam hai
Saath saath chalte chalte
Haath choot jayenge
Aisi raahon mein milo naa
Baatein baatein karte karte
Raat kat jaayegi
Aisi raaton mein milo naa
Friday, 2 December 2011
*sPy sPy sPy*
i have pani puri daily before entering my dance class in the evenings
one day (after 3 months of silent transactions) the pani puri waala asked "u stay there?" pointing at the building across the road, "coz i watch u come daily from there."
i am like "no, i get down from the bus there"
him "and where do u go from here?"
me "dance class"
him "where is that?"
me "down this road, opposite Gold Finch"
him "u teach dance?"
me "no, i go to learn. my teacher lives there"
him "but i dont see u come back this way"
me "my return bus stops in front of their house, so i dont need to come this way"
him "oh"
me in my brain *sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy. he is spying on me*
(why else would he want to interrogate me?)
next day onwards, no pani puri !!!!
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Every Saturday night i have sweet paan in front of my hospital
paan waala and me have a good jovial relationship
we joke, openly exchange information, i tell him he has no sense of business (who comes from UP to open a paan shop in deralakatte?!), he tells me the new recipes he has for paans, etc etc
it is a friendship based on hindi speaking bonding in a south indian land and sweet treats for my teeth
but one fine day, after this healthy exchange of banter and paan between us, i paid him the said amount for the paan and was about to leave like always
but he refuses to take the money sayin that the paan is free today. And im like arre bhai kyun? kis khushi mein?
and he is like no no, take it. i dont want the money. i place the note of money on his paan table and run away without waiting for my eligible change.
me in my brain *sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy. he is spying on me*
(again - who comes from UP to open a paan shop in deralakatte? how else can a UP paan waala with a wife and kids back home afford to give away free paans? why doesn't he have the UP accent that rajeev shrivastav has on that comedy program on tv? somebody is obviously paying him more than enough money so that he doesn't mind distributing free paans once in a while. and here that spy / undercover agent thought that if he treats me with a free paan he can loosen my tongue and get more information out of me! humph! he doesn't know whom he is dealing with!)
Next Saturday onwards, no evening walks, no sweet paan chewing while doing weekly grocery shopping
Now I do all my shopping at the convenience store near college but before I enter i turn around 360 degrees, check for suspicious movement and then enter.
I just hope The Other Side doesn't recruit the convenience store staff too into their team. But I know its just a matter of time before they do. . . .
one day (after 3 months of silent transactions) the pani puri waala asked "u stay there?" pointing at the building across the road, "coz i watch u come daily from there."
i am like "no, i get down from the bus there"
him "and where do u go from here?"
me "dance class"
him "where is that?"
me "down this road, opposite Gold Finch"
him "u teach dance?"
me "no, i go to learn. my teacher lives there"
him "but i dont see u come back this way"
me "my return bus stops in front of their house, so i dont need to come this way"
him "oh"
me in my brain *sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy. he is spying on me*
(why else would he want to interrogate me?)
next day onwards, no pani puri !!!!
_______________________________________________
Every Saturday night i have sweet paan in front of my hospital
paan waala and me have a good jovial relationship
we joke, openly exchange information, i tell him he has no sense of business (who comes from UP to open a paan shop in deralakatte?!), he tells me the new recipes he has for paans, etc etc
it is a friendship based on hindi speaking bonding in a south indian land and sweet treats for my teeth
but one fine day, after this healthy exchange of banter and paan between us, i paid him the said amount for the paan and was about to leave like always
but he refuses to take the money sayin that the paan is free today. And im like arre bhai kyun? kis khushi mein?
and he is like no no, take it. i dont want the money. i place the note of money on his paan table and run away without waiting for my eligible change.
me in my brain *sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy sPy. he is spying on me*
(again - who comes from UP to open a paan shop in deralakatte? how else can a UP paan waala with a wife and kids back home afford to give away free paans? why doesn't he have the UP accent that rajeev shrivastav has on that comedy program on tv? somebody is obviously paying him more than enough money so that he doesn't mind distributing free paans once in a while. and here that spy / undercover agent thought that if he treats me with a free paan he can loosen my tongue and get more information out of me! humph! he doesn't know whom he is dealing with!)
Next Saturday onwards, no evening walks, no sweet paan chewing while doing weekly grocery shopping
Now I do all my shopping at the convenience store near college but before I enter i turn around 360 degrees, check for suspicious movement and then enter.
I just hope The Other Side doesn't recruit the convenience store staff too into their team. But I know its just a matter of time before they do. . . .
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