Then right about now is when I'd be filling in an order form for my:
1) Pointy nose-Because I've always been convinced that girls with sharp noses(yes,even a parrot nose would work just fine)have all the fun, and just jump out of bed looking effortlessly gorgeous.
2)Driving license-Although I must admit that this has more to do with the fear of a sheer scrap of paper coming in the way of my fanciful“ cruising along highway in super oversized moviestar shades and perfectly wind whipped hair” dream sequence.
3)First P-a-y-i-n-g Gig-Because from time to time it would be nice to be remunerated for slogging my lowly intern ass off! Besides what more perfect platform,than an office,to display one's hot high waisted pants and trend-of-the-moment floral blouses a la Berschka et Topshop!
4)One way ticket to Xcity-Let's not get into this because I don't particularly feel like venturing into what to me, is still sensitive territory!
5)One-on-One classes with Shakira-To channel the inner she-wolf in me.
6)Beginning to scratch my head.
7)Are my needs that limited and satiable?
8)Why am I having flashbacks of Econ teacher?
9)Maybe I should classify these into wants, needs, luxuries (vague terms like "giffen goods" floating about)
10) Need to stop!
and that's a wrap people. SEE, I really am easy to please!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Self-imposed Writer's Ban Lifted
So just to ease myself back into my blogging swivel chair, a random musing...
What is with people who invite you home for a meal, only to not serve dessert!
And NO, fruits do not count!
What is with people who invite you home for a meal, only to not serve dessert!
And NO, fruits do not count!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Time Travel
You know how when you're thirteen you're ever eager to jump onto the latest faddiest "coolest" bandwagon? Well there was a phase when time capsules were all the rage and had carved a solid place for themselves in every girl's heart. My friends and I who had always prided ourselves on being of the trendsetting variety, enthusiastically got together during the summer hols to try and make a box in which we could all dump our stuff which would hopefully be dug out of our school backyard at like our Twenty Years After Reunion. The fate of this doomed box is better less spoken about, and to cut a long story short, we never actually did get down to the burying stage...
Anyway you're probably wondering why I'm mindlessly rambling, but I promise this does have a point! So after reading a couple of blogs I follow I chanced across this one entry that a lot of people had made....a letter to yourself in ten years, which I thought was a really interesting idea..Since I suck at preserving memories, this proves as an excellent and easy opportunity that must not be passed up, so for all it's worth...here goes:
Hi HOT Mama,
WOW! So you finally made it, and motherhood seems to be sitting really well on you, if I may say so myself...Remember how you always vowed to never become one of those dowdy frazzled wives when you flipped through all your glossies? Well, take a good luck at yourself.......YOU REEK COUGAR (all you feminists go shove it, I like to think of it as a flattering as opposed to derogatory term)
Anyway you can finally heave a huge sigh of relief, because all those worries about never landing your Mr. Big were totally unwarranted...You couldnt have asked for a more loving husband..You get on each other's nerves a lot( especially when he keeps forgetting to put the toilet seat down) and you have totally different taste in movies, but after the initial teething problems you can't stop thanking your lucky stars every day..How many other husbands would have surprised you on your tenth wedding anniversary with a tiny little beachhouse in Muttukaadu anyway and even indulge you with the occasional drink at Leather Bar huh!?!
The personalised gift shopping boutique that had seemed like an outrageous dream at some point has now become a successful reality, and you finally seem to have found something that not only occupies you but keeps you happy all at the same time!
The three children-large house-Persian cat future you had always envisioned is yours yours yours and yes you even named the two sons Khizer and Mikhail..NOT fanciful in the least...as for the little princess...well she's just that!Eyes wide as saucers and the jet black loose curls..Thankfully she's still at the age where she loves being dressed up!
You're probably having one of your bored spurts and may even be contemplating things such as having another one...but this is SHEER BOREDOM KICKING IN...and you know fully well that you need to look out for other challenges...Do something fulfilling and less frivolous. There will come a day not too far away, when you will sit down and wonder what you have accomplished..Don't fret too much.You never were one for caring too much what others thought, and keep it that way, but do something for YOU.Not for the kids or husband but YOU.
Mama and Papa are visiting in two days for their usual yearly one month visit and you're all thrilled to have them. Papa enjoys taking the boys for their soccer and cricket, and the little one truly has Granpapa wrapped around her little finger. Mama, as usual, can't keep still for a minute. Her mall trawling habit hasn't been warded off with age, Mashallah and she cannot be kept from the kitchen no matter how many times you tell her that the fridge is bursting to its seams wth 6 varieties of dessert. Z is expecting and it's so funny to see her waddling around with a huge belly!
This year you also did a Chennai and Dubai reunion. D&A are the quintessential Sindhi couple and can't seem to tire of doing the party rounds.S is happily married with two children. A&K....My only hope for them is that they settle down soon..While A finally got K to commit after years, his film career has never really taken off and A is just listlessly floating about in Chennai. Raj, my dear dear Raj...is living her life princess style with her own Prince Charming and I LOVE how she's completely turned around her father's resort in Kodaikal...By the by, she's gifting Hubby and I a 5 day weekend getaway trip there..and I'm looking forward to the alone time!
And on that note, I must must run! Lots of last minute packing to do for Kodai. Take a break okay..you deserve every minute of it.
Hugs and Kisses
P.S...DON'T forget the sexy negligee :)
Anyway you're probably wondering why I'm mindlessly rambling, but I promise this does have a point! So after reading a couple of blogs I follow I chanced across this one entry that a lot of people had made....a letter to yourself in ten years, which I thought was a really interesting idea..Since I suck at preserving memories, this proves as an excellent and easy opportunity that must not be passed up, so for all it's worth...here goes:
Hi HOT Mama,
WOW! So you finally made it, and motherhood seems to be sitting really well on you, if I may say so myself...Remember how you always vowed to never become one of those dowdy frazzled wives when you flipped through all your glossies? Well, take a good luck at yourself.......YOU REEK COUGAR (all you feminists go shove it, I like to think of it as a flattering as opposed to derogatory term)
Anyway you can finally heave a huge sigh of relief, because all those worries about never landing your Mr. Big were totally unwarranted...You couldnt have asked for a more loving husband..You get on each other's nerves a lot( especially when he keeps forgetting to put the toilet seat down) and you have totally different taste in movies, but after the initial teething problems you can't stop thanking your lucky stars every day..How many other husbands would have surprised you on your tenth wedding anniversary with a tiny little beachhouse in Muttukaadu anyway and even indulge you with the occasional drink at Leather Bar huh!?!
The personalised gift shopping boutique that had seemed like an outrageous dream at some point has now become a successful reality, and you finally seem to have found something that not only occupies you but keeps you happy all at the same time!
The three children-large house-Persian cat future you had always envisioned is yours yours yours and yes you even named the two sons Khizer and Mikhail..NOT fanciful in the least...as for the little princess...well she's just that!Eyes wide as saucers and the jet black loose curls..Thankfully she's still at the age where she loves being dressed up!
You're probably having one of your bored spurts and may even be contemplating things such as having another one...but this is SHEER BOREDOM KICKING IN...and you know fully well that you need to look out for other challenges...Do something fulfilling and less frivolous. There will come a day not too far away, when you will sit down and wonder what you have accomplished..Don't fret too much.You never were one for caring too much what others thought, and keep it that way, but do something for YOU.Not for the kids or husband but YOU.
Mama and Papa are visiting in two days for their usual yearly one month visit and you're all thrilled to have them. Papa enjoys taking the boys for their soccer and cricket, and the little one truly has Granpapa wrapped around her little finger. Mama, as usual, can't keep still for a minute. Her mall trawling habit hasn't been warded off with age, Mashallah and she cannot be kept from the kitchen no matter how many times you tell her that the fridge is bursting to its seams wth 6 varieties of dessert. Z is expecting and it's so funny to see her waddling around with a huge belly!
This year you also did a Chennai and Dubai reunion. D&A are the quintessential Sindhi couple and can't seem to tire of doing the party rounds.S is happily married with two children. A&K....My only hope for them is that they settle down soon..While A finally got K to commit after years, his film career has never really taken off and A is just listlessly floating about in Chennai. Raj, my dear dear Raj...is living her life princess style with her own Prince Charming and I LOVE how she's completely turned around her father's resort in Kodaikal...By the by, she's gifting Hubby and I a 5 day weekend getaway trip there..and I'm looking forward to the alone time!
And on that note, I must must run! Lots of last minute packing to do for Kodai. Take a break okay..you deserve every minute of it.
Hugs and Kisses
P.S...DON'T forget the sexy negligee :)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Tick Tock on the Clock
Okay so I've always sucked at doing Math, but I'm coming up with some pretty interesting figures right now:
November 12- The day that BASTARD K gleefully told me that somebody saw L making out with some random at a party
November 14-Beginning of an internship
Feb 12-L's birthday
Feb 13-FB msg from L stating shock that I committed the sacrilegious act of not wishing him
Feb 14-Difficult Valentine's day, since usually L's Bday and Valentines Day were always a double whammy celebratory weekend for us :(
March 9-First call on cell(that I wasn't around to answer) from unknown Indian nummber, and although I still never stopped secretly wishing that every call from a strange Indian number, would be L, little did I know that one should always BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
March 10-L calls and I speak to him for what must have been an hour..he states that he misses me, loves me and I do the same(Needless to say there are lots of tears).Conversation ends on a happy note, and we are more or less back together in our usual warped,self-destructive quest
March 11-On my way to work I call L just to confirm that I hadn't dreamt it all up.YES , I know we have call logs for a reason, but how was I to make sure that I hadnt spoken to some other person in my sleep!We make plans for L to come visit me here.
March 11 Afternoon-Rationality kicks in and I realise that I do not want to undo all the progress I've made...Resolve to call L up and tell him that it was a momentary lapse on my part,and we are not good for each other and must just finally close our twp year relationship chapter gracefully.
March 12-Have run out of balance to reply to L's texts.Put off talking to him till the next day.
March 13 morning-L FB msgs me demanding an explanation for why I haven't added him back....and his usual suffocating streak begins kicking in...I,ofcourse, do not want to add him back, and tell him that I will call him soon, because we need to talk
March 13,10:50 pm-Now have sufficient balance on my cell, but cannot seem to muster up the courage to do this.
November 12- The day that BASTARD K gleefully told me that somebody saw L making out with some random at a party
November 14-Beginning of an internship
Feb 12-L's birthday
Feb 13-FB msg from L stating shock that I committed the sacrilegious act of not wishing him
Feb 14-Difficult Valentine's day, since usually L's Bday and Valentines Day were always a double whammy celebratory weekend for us :(
March 9-First call on cell(that I wasn't around to answer) from unknown Indian nummber, and although I still never stopped secretly wishing that every call from a strange Indian number, would be L, little did I know that one should always BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
March 10-L calls and I speak to him for what must have been an hour..he states that he misses me, loves me and I do the same(Needless to say there are lots of tears).Conversation ends on a happy note, and we are more or less back together in our usual warped,self-destructive quest
March 11-On my way to work I call L just to confirm that I hadn't dreamt it all up.YES , I know we have call logs for a reason, but how was I to make sure that I hadnt spoken to some other person in my sleep!We make plans for L to come visit me here.
March 11 Afternoon-Rationality kicks in and I realise that I do not want to undo all the progress I've made...Resolve to call L up and tell him that it was a momentary lapse on my part,and we are not good for each other and must just finally close our twp year relationship chapter gracefully.
March 12-Have run out of balance to reply to L's texts.Put off talking to him till the next day.
March 13 morning-L FB msgs me demanding an explanation for why I haven't added him back....and his usual suffocating streak begins kicking in...I,ofcourse, do not want to add him back, and tell him that I will call him soon, because we need to talk
March 13,10:50 pm-Now have sufficient balance on my cell, but cannot seem to muster up the courage to do this.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Bits and Bobs
A few things I learned today:
1)Taare Zameen Par still makes me cry buckets, though ofcourse watching it on the big screen with L's shoulder to weep on is a different experience altogether.*Note to self-After initial pacifying L was disgusted by snivelly snotty me and said "It's only a movie dude." True sign from up above that L and I could never be.
2)Mr. High and Mighty is not only married to an annoyingly sweet-faced round Bong girl, but also drives a Mini Cooper...Will somebody please tell me how high that would make him rate on the coolness scale please?
3)Friends are strange things...Sometimes you have them and sometimes you don't.Stranger still-people who once proudly bore the title of BFF with you and posted incessantly on your wall telling you how much they loved you every two hours sometimes become strangers.o-kay lost count of the number of times I've said sometimes and stranger.
OMG today I found my long-lost childhood friend N. Online. FACEBOOK I WORSHIP YOU!
4)Weird things excite me...Today for example, I was thrilled at the prospect of going to watch Alice in wonderland in 3D ...Would you believe that I've never watched anything in 3D!
5)Cheese popcorn with a huge mug of coffee(and generous heaps of Coffe Mate)make for the best after-work snack.
6)I no longer feel odd to not have a boy constantly texting me and checking in on me fifty times a day.REALLY!
7)My mother gets this glint in her eyes if given the slightest opportunity to pluck ingrowths from my legs...(That's really not as gross as I made it sound)
8)Maybe my father does have a point when he says that looks are not the only thing I should look for when chosing a life partner.
9)It's been a year since I graduated from college and in three months I turn 22.My mother had me when she was 22 for crying out loud.Age is a big fat bitchy aunt who constantly does the tarantella on my head!
10)I need to listen to music when I shower in the morning,while I'm getting ready and on the bus to work.Any disturbance in this routine is a surefire way to kickstart a horrible day.
11)And just because I like ending lists with odd numbers..."and all that jazz" is now officially my favourite phrase.
1)Taare Zameen Par still makes me cry buckets, though ofcourse watching it on the big screen with L's shoulder to weep on is a different experience altogether.*Note to self-After initial pacifying L was disgusted by snivelly snotty me and said "It's only a movie dude." True sign from up above that L and I could never be.
2)Mr. High and Mighty is not only married to an annoyingly sweet-faced round Bong girl, but also drives a Mini Cooper...Will somebody please tell me how high that would make him rate on the coolness scale please?
3)Friends are strange things...Sometimes you have them and sometimes you don't.Stranger still-people who once proudly bore the title of BFF with you and posted incessantly on your wall telling you how much they loved you every two hours sometimes become strangers.o-kay lost count of the number of times I've said sometimes and stranger.
OMG today I found my long-lost childhood friend N. Online. FACEBOOK I WORSHIP YOU!
4)Weird things excite me...Today for example, I was thrilled at the prospect of going to watch Alice in wonderland in 3D ...Would you believe that I've never watched anything in 3D!
5)Cheese popcorn with a huge mug of coffee(and generous heaps of Coffe Mate)make for the best after-work snack.
6)I no longer feel odd to not have a boy constantly texting me and checking in on me fifty times a day.REALLY!
7)My mother gets this glint in her eyes if given the slightest opportunity to pluck ingrowths from my legs...(That's really not as gross as I made it sound)
8)Maybe my father does have a point when he says that looks are not the only thing I should look for when chosing a life partner.
9)It's been a year since I graduated from college and in three months I turn 22.My mother had me when she was 22 for crying out loud.Age is a big fat bitchy aunt who constantly does the tarantella on my head!
10)I need to listen to music when I shower in the morning,while I'm getting ready and on the bus to work.Any disturbance in this routine is a surefire way to kickstart a horrible day.
11)And just because I like ending lists with odd numbers..."and all that jazz" is now officially my favourite phrase.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Black Robes-Overrated Much?
I'm sad and angry and stark raving upset all at the same time. I've missed another "milestone" in my life.How is it possible that this always happens to ME-self professed keeper of memories.I missed the grade twelve class picture because I happened to be sitting at the orthodontist's getting a mouthful of braces fit in.I missed my college convocation(read pretty candle-lighting ceremony) and now THE ACTUAL DEED OF GRADUATION DAY ITSELF!
And before you ask what the big deal is...Ummm H-E-L-L-O in any normal girl's life this momentuous occasion comes almost as close in sentimentality to the day one gets married, has a baby and watches same baby take its first step...I'm going to cry at how sappy I'm becoming....You'd never think that the same person who detested college for three years and always took the opportunity to liken same institution to a jail is now getting all teary-eyed.None of my school friends will ever let me forget,how I the biggest school basher was the first one to start pathetically snivelling at our farewell assembly...GOSH...I'm off to bed and more determined than ever to go out and buy a baby book TOMORROW for the unborn fruit of my loins ,just incase I somehow manage to forget to preserve a lock of hair or throw out the umbilical cord...hahhahaa..okay I admit that made me giggle too,but then again,I've always gotten off on the Drama Queen act haven't I!
And before you ask what the big deal is...Ummm H-E-L-L-O in any normal girl's life this momentuous occasion comes almost as close in sentimentality to the day one gets married, has a baby and watches same baby take its first step...I'm going to cry at how sappy I'm becoming....You'd never think that the same person who detested college for three years and always took the opportunity to liken same institution to a jail is now getting all teary-eyed.None of my school friends will ever let me forget,how I the biggest school basher was the first one to start pathetically snivelling at our farewell assembly...GOSH...I'm off to bed and more determined than ever to go out and buy a baby book TOMORROW for the unborn fruit of my loins ,just incase I somehow manage to forget to preserve a lock of hair or throw out the umbilical cord...hahhahaa..okay I admit that made me giggle too,but then again,I've always gotten off on the Drama Queen act haven't I!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Xcity (NO THIS IS NOT AN EX BOYFRIEND RANT)
Consistency has always been something I suck at,and this blog seems to be dangerously perching on the edge of my usual excited One Week Frenzied Project Territory.Also I'm very forthcoming about the fact that I AM A BEGGAR FOR PRAISE and since I like to think that stringing sentences together is one of the few things I'm decent at,I'm rather disappointed that nobody eaves comments!Even mean ones would be more welcome...I mean whoever said "Hate and love are the same things just on different ends of the spectrum" obviously nailed it right!
Anyhoo, today I took a rain chutti, and boy does it feel good to just sit at home and have nothing to do,instead of stoning at office pretending to look all busy.
For the past few days, I've been having these unsettling dreams about L,and then I wake up,tell myself it's okay and go back to sleep.It's so so odd!I wish he would stop haunting me in my sleep.One of the main reasons I resent L so is because of the fact that I dont like Xcity anymore. My love affair with Xcity began in my second year of college.Good friends,endless rounds of parties and a happening social life in general added the much-needed zing to otherwise blah conservative city.And then L enters my life towards the middle of second year, and now in retrospect that was pretty much when things started going downhill for me. I'm also super pissed that I'm not going to Xcity for graduation,primarily because the parents don't want me to, and most importantly it's because I feel it would be like opening a can of worms again...TOTALLY unecessary....especially since I'm at a decent-ish place now. Since I don't have anything more meaningful to blog about I'm going to jot down a few reasons about why I used to love Xcity(this is ofcourse, before breakup with L):
1)Xcity is where I really grew into my own person.From being one of the geeky girls in high school who dreamed about having a happening life,I actually became that girl.Needless to say lots of boys involved.And then I met L.But thats not such a happy story, so let's not go there.
2)I love how everybody knows everybody in Xcity(everybody worth their salt that is dah-ling..sorry to sound like a snot).One of the favourite games my friends and I used to lvoe playing was making little mental flow charts of mutual people we knew and how a was connected to b who was connected to c and how although a and b were an item a was totally fucking around with c.In Xcity anybody's business becomes everybody's business, and I'm pretty proud of the fact that I NEVER GOT BUSTED for my many flings when i was dating L..yes i know..I AM A BITCH WHO WHINES ABOUT L WHEN ALL THE WHILE I MADE OUT WITH LOTS OF BOYS BEHIND HIS BACK,BITE ME OKAY! CUZ REALLY NOBODY SHOULD POINT FINGERS WITHOUT KNOWING THE WHOLE STORY-READ L'S PSYCHOTIC POSSESSIVE ABUSIVE NATURE.There that should shut you up a little.
3)College in Xcity was more like a three year endless party, as father once wryly declared.I mean its a miracle that i got through college with decent-ish grades.
4)Sentimental Addas-HAHA I cannot believe I used the word adda, its such a Hindi slang-ish word that i picked up in my short stint in Ycity..Anyway, I had a fun circle of gal pals and we had these shady little joints that every collegian has.So a particular Coffee Day was our after college smoking adda.The kind of place where your on first name terms with the waiters and you're also familiar with the three other "gangs" that chill there with you everyday..Looking back I feel like an old lady and chuckle when I think about how we could sit aimlessly(and am sure still can) for five hours at a stretch everyday.Anyway, so once the no-smoking rule was implemented we shifted to the steps of this shady complex next door to our college,where we used to sit on the steps and smoke.The profound philosophical conversations we've had there ranging from feminisim to Freud never fails to amuse me.A chaat joint a stone's throw away from college was another favourite haunt and the best part about our poor college students day was how we could get by with a hundred rupees and eat some of the yummiest food for a week.
5)Ladies Nights-There were two very very popular watering holes in Xcity that were an especial favourite with the fairer sex.At the first more posh one you got two cocktails free,which isnt that exciting considering that they really water down their drinks'.Hey but beggars cant be choosers no and so many of my guy friends have whinged endlessly about how unfair it is, because we would walk in with not a penny in our pockets and be treated like little goddesses.Ooh and they also had posh finger foods.Crackers and exotic dips anyone? Second place was super popular with the college-going crowd and Ladies Hold your Breath...you could have AS MANY drinks as you wanted till 10oçlock.It was quite amusing actually because at 9;55you'd see all the ladies in the house frantically chugging their vodka sprites and guzzling down as many free refills as they could possibly hold at the bar till the clock chimed 10.
6)Okay at the cost of sounding vain.......in Xcity I always had an incessant supply of men.Its true and I thoroughly enjoyed and revelled in all the attention.So i had boyfriend L who was totally into me(nd guys, everybody I know will tell you this.The boy was madly in love with me, maybe thats why now it comes as a slap on my face that he seemed to be able to move on just fine) AND other boys.*sigh*
Anyhoo, today I took a rain chutti, and boy does it feel good to just sit at home and have nothing to do,instead of stoning at office pretending to look all busy.
For the past few days, I've been having these unsettling dreams about L,and then I wake up,tell myself it's okay and go back to sleep.It's so so odd!I wish he would stop haunting me in my sleep.One of the main reasons I resent L so is because of the fact that I dont like Xcity anymore. My love affair with Xcity began in my second year of college.Good friends,endless rounds of parties and a happening social life in general added the much-needed zing to otherwise blah conservative city.And then L enters my life towards the middle of second year, and now in retrospect that was pretty much when things started going downhill for me. I'm also super pissed that I'm not going to Xcity for graduation,primarily because the parents don't want me to, and most importantly it's because I feel it would be like opening a can of worms again...TOTALLY unecessary....especially since I'm at a decent-ish place now. Since I don't have anything more meaningful to blog about I'm going to jot down a few reasons about why I used to love Xcity(this is ofcourse, before breakup with L):
1)Xcity is where I really grew into my own person.From being one of the geeky girls in high school who dreamed about having a happening life,I actually became that girl.Needless to say lots of boys involved.And then I met L.But thats not such a happy story, so let's not go there.
2)I love how everybody knows everybody in Xcity(everybody worth their salt that is dah-ling..sorry to sound like a snot).One of the favourite games my friends and I used to lvoe playing was making little mental flow charts of mutual people we knew and how a was connected to b who was connected to c and how although a and b were an item a was totally fucking around with c.In Xcity anybody's business becomes everybody's business, and I'm pretty proud of the fact that I NEVER GOT BUSTED for my many flings when i was dating L..yes i know..I AM A BITCH WHO WHINES ABOUT L WHEN ALL THE WHILE I MADE OUT WITH LOTS OF BOYS BEHIND HIS BACK,BITE ME OKAY! CUZ REALLY NOBODY SHOULD POINT FINGERS WITHOUT KNOWING THE WHOLE STORY-READ L'S PSYCHOTIC POSSESSIVE ABUSIVE NATURE.There that should shut you up a little.
3)College in Xcity was more like a three year endless party, as father once wryly declared.I mean its a miracle that i got through college with decent-ish grades.
4)Sentimental Addas-HAHA I cannot believe I used the word adda, its such a Hindi slang-ish word that i picked up in my short stint in Ycity..Anyway, I had a fun circle of gal pals and we had these shady little joints that every collegian has.So a particular Coffee Day was our after college smoking adda.The kind of place where your on first name terms with the waiters and you're also familiar with the three other "gangs" that chill there with you everyday..Looking back I feel like an old lady and chuckle when I think about how we could sit aimlessly(and am sure still can) for five hours at a stretch everyday.Anyway, so once the no-smoking rule was implemented we shifted to the steps of this shady complex next door to our college,where we used to sit on the steps and smoke.The profound philosophical conversations we've had there ranging from feminisim to Freud never fails to amuse me.A chaat joint a stone's throw away from college was another favourite haunt and the best part about our poor college students day was how we could get by with a hundred rupees and eat some of the yummiest food for a week.
5)Ladies Nights-There were two very very popular watering holes in Xcity that were an especial favourite with the fairer sex.At the first more posh one you got two cocktails free,which isnt that exciting considering that they really water down their drinks'.Hey but beggars cant be choosers no and so many of my guy friends have whinged endlessly about how unfair it is, because we would walk in with not a penny in our pockets and be treated like little goddesses.Ooh and they also had posh finger foods.Crackers and exotic dips anyone? Second place was super popular with the college-going crowd and Ladies Hold your Breath...you could have AS MANY drinks as you wanted till 10oçlock.It was quite amusing actually because at 9;55you'd see all the ladies in the house frantically chugging their vodka sprites and guzzling down as many free refills as they could possibly hold at the bar till the clock chimed 10.
6)Okay at the cost of sounding vain.......in Xcity I always had an incessant supply of men.Its true and I thoroughly enjoyed and revelled in all the attention.So i had boyfriend L who was totally into me(nd guys, everybody I know will tell you this.The boy was madly in love with me, maybe thats why now it comes as a slap on my face that he seemed to be able to move on just fine) AND other boys.*sigh*
Monday, February 15, 2010
We've ARRIVED baby!
Now that I've mastered the art of using the fancy automatic hand-censor tissue dispenser, the office seems to be a happier place.It's funny how these mundane objects get in the way of your office orientation, and seem to be in on the conspiracy to make you feel like an outsider for the longest time possible.Not that as new kid on the block one needs any more reasons to feel slightly ostracised.What with daily realities such as office politic-centric conversations that you cannot contribute to,inside jokes(yes apparently they have them in offices too) you don't get and after-work drinks that you're not really invited to, since you haven't yet earned the status of permanent staff,you really do have enough on your plateDo not mistake me for whingeing,because breaking into this office has been a relative cake-walk.I do get called for the lunch and tea breaks(see I'm slowly working my way up the acceptance ladder),the men are chivalrous enough to hold doors for you and I'm positively relieved that all my colleagues are the types who are well-settled and secure enough in their jobs to not try and get you disposed of at the next downsizing meeting.So it took me a week of skulking around the loos and pantry to figure out how to work the goddamn dispensers that were everywhere.I agree I hate having to be a slave to technology,but being the reasonable person I am,I came to terms with the fact that I couldn't possibly wipe my hands on my jeans tomorrow and finally today,after one long tissue-less week I caught a lady in the act of pulling out a tissue.Who knew that you just had to stick your hands at this small dot on the extreme right of the darned thing! Did anyone ever considering giving interns tissue dispenser manuals,because I'm sure there are many others who are reduced to jean-wiping.I also almost had another one of those potentially embarassing moments which thankfully nobody was around to witness....You know those coffee machines they have in every self-respecting office these days? So anyway i plopped my own large mug under the machine,assuming that ofcourse was the way to go.......STUPID ME! Apparently,it operates like any frikkin regular vending machine and comes with its own mingy little cup.
I've always wondered,what part of activities conducted in stealth. leaves me so delighted...After a month of no smoking(only due to circumstances ofcourse) I finally had the opportunity to light a ciggy since I had the house to myself...Needless, to say there's nothing quite like a cup of tea and two ciggies to set any bowel problems right.Clearing all evidence of suspicious activity,however was a downright pain....Running a steamy shower and liberal spraying of annoyingly floral room freshner did do the job anyway.It's at times like this,that you think its just easier to kick the bloody habit,but I do have these amazingly realistic visions of me being this desperate housewife type slily hotboxing herself in the loo to get her daily fix...
Water retention problems and the bloody air-conditioning in the office make me dash to the loo every half an hour,and I'm sure I'm not imagining people beginning to give me strange looks..Jesus,I do NOT have loosies or any contractable urinary tract infection, people!
I've decided that I don't like hot boy any more.He totally cold shouldered me today.I was leaving the office,and we both crossed paths,in the office parking lot and not so much of a flicker of recognition spread across that face!I mean ever heard of office etiquette and pleasantries? Even a vague nod of acknowledgement would have done the trick.Agreed we've never been formally introduced and although we sit on the same floor, we do work for two different magazines(brother-sister type publications),but I'm offended to think he might not have even realised I work in the office.Although in retrospect,maybe its a good thing that he's not like that creep I've never set eyes on and who seem to have conducted extensive studies on my name,background etc,and yelled out my name in the morning and seems to enjoy making sure he does his Good Samaritan act of the day(any other explanations for why he would randomly pop my desk and helpfully give me a blank pad for"notes",if you may"). It takes all kinds I suppose...Anyhoo,I'm going to go practise strutting my stuff to the best of my advantage,so that MAYBE on one of my many visits to the ladies'room Mr.High&Mighty will become alerted of my existence!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Your Desk or Mine?
Those of you who are of the opinion that work and pleasure just do not mix-are obviously mistaken-they make for the most heady and potent combination ever.It's like mixing your drinks -leaves you totally smashed and incapable of being responsible for any of your actions the next day. Why else do you think that the average man's kinkiest fantasies would revolve around boardroom tables and photocopying machines!There must be some benefit-reaping involved, otherwise nobody in their right senses would recommend going to all these pains only to face uncomfortable scenarios in the workplace.
Why the sudden vouching for office romances you ask? It could possibly have something to do with the fact that I may have a classic case of the hots for a co-worker.The fact that he happens to be one of those brooding,intelligent,profound writer types complete with the dark(in a hot way) thick rimmed glasses and the preppiest wardrobe ever(full-sleeved crisp white shirts with v-necked public schoolboy sweaters and cheeky slogan bearin tees anyone?) might also help in furthering his case.Did I mention that he has this poise and bearing about him,self-assured without being cocky, which I'll have you know is next to impossible to find in men today.
I pride myself on my male-spotting skills,and after many years of refusing to acknowledge this skill of mine,certain friends have reluctantly agreed,that yes,indeed,I do have the amazing ability to spot a boy with potential-one that you might not have even give a second glance to otherwise.
The second inane talent that I possess,if I may say so myself is that I serve as my own Oracle with respect to the fate of all my relationships...I know the instant I set eyes on a man, if I will ever at some point in my life make out with him or maybe even progress to a serious relationship.Ducky, would serve as the perfect object of case study.I met him on my third day of college, and we got roped into talking to each other as part of some ice-breaker game.I,ofcourse played up the cutesy act to the hilt(Hello my love for Drew Barrymore and her side-mouth talking has to be of some use)and within two hours of prolonged conversation that began with our love for dark chocolate,the lusty physical connection I guess was established.
Maybe,this is why,the mere sight of enigmatic office boy is setting off warning bells in my head,and this is also provoked by the fact that he wears a thin "deceptive" gold band.I refuse to believe that he's married, and even if he is-So what! No harm in looking right, and the reasonable part of me is also fully aware of the fact that I'm mostly doing this to create a temporary distraction for myself.
So the majority of my day is now consumed by thoughts of me tripping and falling flat on my face,on one of my many trips to the scanning machine, which happens to be right opposite where he sits.
Also, although I promised myself not to even mention the V word today,(because that would just be acknowledging the existence of this day and furthering the Hallmark ploy to fucking overthrow the world one sordid lonely heart at a time) I have to mention how indignant I was when this otherwise mousey old uncle asked me what Valentine Day Plans I had, and shook his head in sad disbelief when I told him of the non-existence of a love life let alone secret admirers.
Must drag myself to bed now,and make some efforts to look presentable for hot boy.Did I mention that I often feel like the aisle in our office is a ramp of sorts....Every time you walk down you can feel atleast ten pairs of eyes burning holes through you!*Sigh* the pressures of being a woman in the workplace...
Why the sudden vouching for office romances you ask? It could possibly have something to do with the fact that I may have a classic case of the hots for a co-worker.The fact that he happens to be one of those brooding,intelligent,profound writer types complete with the dark(in a hot way) thick rimmed glasses and the preppiest wardrobe ever(full-sleeved crisp white shirts with v-necked public schoolboy sweaters and cheeky slogan bearin tees anyone?) might also help in furthering his case.Did I mention that he has this poise and bearing about him,self-assured without being cocky, which I'll have you know is next to impossible to find in men today.
I pride myself on my male-spotting skills,and after many years of refusing to acknowledge this skill of mine,certain friends have reluctantly agreed,that yes,indeed,I do have the amazing ability to spot a boy with potential-one that you might not have even give a second glance to otherwise.
The second inane talent that I possess,if I may say so myself is that I serve as my own Oracle with respect to the fate of all my relationships...I know the instant I set eyes on a man, if I will ever at some point in my life make out with him or maybe even progress to a serious relationship.Ducky, would serve as the perfect object of case study.I met him on my third day of college, and we got roped into talking to each other as part of some ice-breaker game.I,ofcourse played up the cutesy act to the hilt(Hello my love for Drew Barrymore and her side-mouth talking has to be of some use)and within two hours of prolonged conversation that began with our love for dark chocolate,the lusty physical connection I guess was established.
Maybe,this is why,the mere sight of enigmatic office boy is setting off warning bells in my head,and this is also provoked by the fact that he wears a thin "deceptive" gold band.I refuse to believe that he's married, and even if he is-So what! No harm in looking right, and the reasonable part of me is also fully aware of the fact that I'm mostly doing this to create a temporary distraction for myself.
So the majority of my day is now consumed by thoughts of me tripping and falling flat on my face,on one of my many trips to the scanning machine, which happens to be right opposite where he sits.
Also, although I promised myself not to even mention the V word today,(because that would just be acknowledging the existence of this day and furthering the Hallmark ploy to fucking overthrow the world one sordid lonely heart at a time) I have to mention how indignant I was when this otherwise mousey old uncle asked me what Valentine Day Plans I had, and shook his head in sad disbelief when I told him of the non-existence of a love life let alone secret admirers.
Must drag myself to bed now,and make some efforts to look presentable for hot boy.Did I mention that I often feel like the aisle in our office is a ramp of sorts....Every time you walk down you can feel atleast ten pairs of eyes burning holes through you!*Sigh* the pressures of being a woman in the workplace...
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Long Overdue...
I should be deliriously ecstatic, but the levels of restraint I'm displaying have shocked nobody more than me.Four months ago, I would have been praying for any form of communication from L, and may have even been foolish enough to mistake an excuse of so much of a FB msg from L to be some sort of god-given green signal that things were going to eventually work out. I'm well past the stage of praying and crossing my fingers every morning hoping that L would have woken up and realised the full impact of the erroneous decisions he made.Well, it happened...Today was the DAY....Yes sixteen hours ago, to be precise, L FB Inbxed me and these are his exact words:
"hi dumbo thanks for not wishing me cuz that was expected . but still hope ur doin good huh . ill wish u even after u get married ya. cuz ur still dumbo for me. hopr ur doin good tc . "
Well as you can see firsthand, he never was the profound writer, but OMG! So I hyperventilated for five minutes, mentally skimming through my telephone directory, wondering who deserved to share this earth shattering news with me.Then I started composing a reply to him in my head-one that was meant to not be overly emotional but at the same time attempted to put into words, how devastated I had been on the 12th of November, when somebody told me that they had seen him making out with a random woman. Stupid me, you say?Perhaps I was hasty in deciding to cut off all ties with him and should have atleast given him the benefit of the doubt,not to mention the scope for apologies and defence.I chose instead to believe what I heard from slimeball third party,because the stronger part of me willed me into looking at the larger picture...the one in which in which he didn't feature.
I also mustered the courage to check his Facebook profile today. I saw many random new female faces on his friends list that I never knew had been a part of his life, and I didn't feel the usual tight knot forming in my stomach-not even when I saw pictures of him having what looked like a pillow fight with one of those bitchy long-legged,shiny haired women(and that is an achievement!). It also makes me proud that I have been able to reach so far minus my usual string of rebounds.
I wish I could fast forward to a week ahead, because by then I am sure that I will be disgusted with myself for having even toyed with the idea of replying to him.
So tell me people, TELL ME am I doing the right thing? Does L deserve a reply? Should I let him know that NO i do NOT have a perfect,happening life as an uber glam magazine intern, and that I can count the days, from when I cut off all ties with him, on the tips of my fingers or would this just be me in denial paving the way for him to deny all allegations and say that his friend just wanted to ruin our perfect relationship,especially since he's always had feelings for me.
Those of you who pride yourself on being experts on male psychology, do you think L could possibly miss me and maybe like I had hoped,things are coming full circle, and he will realise that I was truly the one girl who meant something to him.OR....second, and more realistic scenario, is this just his bruised male ego,unable to deal with the fact that I haven't gone grovelling back to him and seem to be unscarred.Ponder some, and do get back to me!I promise to listen to wise advice :)
"hi dumbo thanks for not wishing me cuz that was expected . but still hope ur doin good huh . ill wish u even after u get married ya. cuz ur still dumbo for me. hopr ur doin good tc . "
Well as you can see firsthand, he never was the profound writer, but OMG! So I hyperventilated for five minutes, mentally skimming through my telephone directory, wondering who deserved to share this earth shattering news with me.Then I started composing a reply to him in my head-one that was meant to not be overly emotional but at the same time attempted to put into words, how devastated I had been on the 12th of November, when somebody told me that they had seen him making out with a random woman. Stupid me, you say?Perhaps I was hasty in deciding to cut off all ties with him and should have atleast given him the benefit of the doubt,not to mention the scope for apologies and defence.I chose instead to believe what I heard from slimeball third party,because the stronger part of me willed me into looking at the larger picture...the one in which in which he didn't feature.
I also mustered the courage to check his Facebook profile today. I saw many random new female faces on his friends list that I never knew had been a part of his life, and I didn't feel the usual tight knot forming in my stomach-not even when I saw pictures of him having what looked like a pillow fight with one of those bitchy long-legged,shiny haired women(and that is an achievement!). It also makes me proud that I have been able to reach so far minus my usual string of rebounds.
I wish I could fast forward to a week ahead, because by then I am sure that I will be disgusted with myself for having even toyed with the idea of replying to him.
So tell me people, TELL ME am I doing the right thing? Does L deserve a reply? Should I let him know that NO i do NOT have a perfect,happening life as an uber glam magazine intern, and that I can count the days, from when I cut off all ties with him, on the tips of my fingers or would this just be me in denial paving the way for him to deny all allegations and say that his friend just wanted to ruin our perfect relationship,especially since he's always had feelings for me.
Those of you who pride yourself on being experts on male psychology, do you think L could possibly miss me and maybe like I had hoped,things are coming full circle, and he will realise that I was truly the one girl who meant something to him.OR....second, and more realistic scenario, is this just his bruised male ego,unable to deal with the fact that I haven't gone grovelling back to him and seem to be unscarred.Ponder some, and do get back to me!I promise to listen to wise advice :)
Friday, February 12, 2010
Of First Times..
Nostalgic sentimentality-its the fully loaded word in every woman's dictionary...I've always wondered how much the oestrogen levels have to do in blurring our ability to be practical and rational in the face of all adversity.Maybe its this particular gift that we women pride ourselves on possessing that makes us preserve ticket stubs of the first movie we watched with a sweaty handed,acne prone teenaged boy or helps us remember the first time we let a boy put his hands under our shirt....I, for one can vouch for the fact that I ticked off a former boyfriend no end with my constant questions to the effect of "Do you remember when you first started liking me?" or "Did you ever imagine you would date me for one and a half years when you first saw me in sleazy bar with best friend?" and sometimes even going to the extent of "Baby do you remember what I wore the first time we went clubbing as a couple?".The boyfriend humoured me with answers during the initial courtship phase of our relationship, but soon (like most men) retired to dissatisfying monosyllables.How do I ever explain to any man, the excitement a woman feels when she is able to reconstruct an experience that gives her butterflies in the pits of her tummy and reduces her to an idiotically grinning buffoon, all at the same time.It's what keeps the cliched chemistry alive. We need to feel desired and attractive,like we're still capable of keeping you on your toes.The whole world and her sons could wax eloquent on how pretty/hot I looked, but the ultimate compliment that I longed for was a simple"You look nice today",from boyfriendal quarters.
Today, happens to be an all important first time for me. Not only is it my ex boyfriend's birthday, but also marks the first birthday of his that I'm not celebrating with him since the two year period that I have known him.
I'm not going to lie to you and say our relationship was a bed of roses and everything was hunky dory, hell I happen to be one of those fools who is adept in glossing over the bad times.So I am now an expert in remembering the way he would bring his mother's khichdi for me in little steel dhabbas when I was a starving hostelite or how he waited for me at the airport for three nights in a row in the wee hours of the morning as he was unsure as to when exactly I was flying in;as opposed to how I was talked into delivering oral favours on said person's birthday two years ago and had my neck scratched up by him in a particularly violent bout,not to mention being abandoned at the same airport at two in the morning.The wounds though well on their way to being healed,are still fresh, and so I keep being patient with myself,in much the same manner one would benevolently look upon a colicky baby.
On the eve of his birthday,last night,I found myself wishing him a really good birthday and year ahead and telepathically communicating a silent message across to him.I've never been one of those vengeful people, and although he seems to be okay with having erased me from his life and facebook list,I can't.I'm the girl who always needs to tie up loose ends,end things smoothly and seeks closure, but I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that sometimes you can't always iron the creases out. Do NOT mistake this as meaning that I long for a reunion a la Hollywood,but it's just that I'm stubbornly going to take my own time to be okay with the situation.
A cousin of mine explained the interesting concept of the existence of a "pain body" within all of us, to me a few months ago,when I had been freshly scarred by the abrupt ending of my relationship.It made a lot of sense,even to a person like me who's always looked down on these psychologically perfect answers handed out to us by people who seem to have solutions to all of life's trying questions.Apparently just as much as happy endorphins are addictive to all of us, we get off equally on plunging into the depths of despair, and maybe, my cousin reasoned, THIS is what made me long for ex.I was going through a particularly rough phase,having chucked up college and ex(who we shall now refer to as L) was the perfect excuse to pin all my sorrows to, because let's face it I had let go of him emotionally a long,long time ago,not to mention the fact that I had cheated on him several times during the course of our togetherness.What made me upset was the fact that he(who everybody knew had always been much more into me,and I'm not just saying this),had without prior notice broken off all links with me.It still is too painful for me to get into detailed narrations about, but this retrospective exercise was done chiefly for the purpose of marking another First Time milestone in my life.Its the First Time I'm going to be excluded from his future birthdays,and it makes me a little sad but thats just my painbody AboobackerPokrankutty playing up :) Today is also the first time in a long time that I accidentally stumbled upon pictures of L, and I found myself flinching because as always the sudden sight of his face,surprises me and almost reminds me of his existence.This,perhaps, is what is the most painful, because not so very long ago, I could tell you about his three different smiles, the way his ears looked funny from behind,how his toenails were perfect and clean,the way his forehead had three "Brahmin" lines as I liked to refer to them,and the way he liked to sleep almost annoyingly facing me(which was a reason for alot of fights ,me being the kind who preferred being spooned).I wonder if he's already found somebody to replace me, who will in time learn these things about him and if he will fight with her too over the cheesiest part of a sandwich or learn to share his food graciously!
Wherever you are (and I'm sure it involves a lot of drunkenness and weed induced happiness) here's genuinely wishing you a very very happy birthday L. As the clock strikes midnight today,my only hope is that for a moment you can close your eyes,put everything behind and remember the birthdays you and I have shared together.
Lots and lots of love x
Today, happens to be an all important first time for me. Not only is it my ex boyfriend's birthday, but also marks the first birthday of his that I'm not celebrating with him since the two year period that I have known him.
I'm not going to lie to you and say our relationship was a bed of roses and everything was hunky dory, hell I happen to be one of those fools who is adept in glossing over the bad times.So I am now an expert in remembering the way he would bring his mother's khichdi for me in little steel dhabbas when I was a starving hostelite or how he waited for me at the airport for three nights in a row in the wee hours of the morning as he was unsure as to when exactly I was flying in;as opposed to how I was talked into delivering oral favours on said person's birthday two years ago and had my neck scratched up by him in a particularly violent bout,not to mention being abandoned at the same airport at two in the morning.The wounds though well on their way to being healed,are still fresh, and so I keep being patient with myself,in much the same manner one would benevolently look upon a colicky baby.
On the eve of his birthday,last night,I found myself wishing him a really good birthday and year ahead and telepathically communicating a silent message across to him.I've never been one of those vengeful people, and although he seems to be okay with having erased me from his life and facebook list,I can't.I'm the girl who always needs to tie up loose ends,end things smoothly and seeks closure, but I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that sometimes you can't always iron the creases out. Do NOT mistake this as meaning that I long for a reunion a la Hollywood,but it's just that I'm stubbornly going to take my own time to be okay with the situation.
A cousin of mine explained the interesting concept of the existence of a "pain body" within all of us, to me a few months ago,when I had been freshly scarred by the abrupt ending of my relationship.It made a lot of sense,even to a person like me who's always looked down on these psychologically perfect answers handed out to us by people who seem to have solutions to all of life's trying questions.Apparently just as much as happy endorphins are addictive to all of us, we get off equally on plunging into the depths of despair, and maybe, my cousin reasoned, THIS is what made me long for ex.I was going through a particularly rough phase,having chucked up college and ex(who we shall now refer to as L) was the perfect excuse to pin all my sorrows to, because let's face it I had let go of him emotionally a long,long time ago,not to mention the fact that I had cheated on him several times during the course of our togetherness.What made me upset was the fact that he(who everybody knew had always been much more into me,and I'm not just saying this),had without prior notice broken off all links with me.It still is too painful for me to get into detailed narrations about, but this retrospective exercise was done chiefly for the purpose of marking another First Time milestone in my life.Its the First Time I'm going to be excluded from his future birthdays,and it makes me a little sad but thats just my painbody AboobackerPokrankutty playing up :) Today is also the first time in a long time that I accidentally stumbled upon pictures of L, and I found myself flinching because as always the sudden sight of his face,surprises me and almost reminds me of his existence.This,perhaps, is what is the most painful, because not so very long ago, I could tell you about his three different smiles, the way his ears looked funny from behind,how his toenails were perfect and clean,the way his forehead had three "Brahmin" lines as I liked to refer to them,and the way he liked to sleep almost annoyingly facing me(which was a reason for alot of fights ,me being the kind who preferred being spooned).I wonder if he's already found somebody to replace me, who will in time learn these things about him and if he will fight with her too over the cheesiest part of a sandwich or learn to share his food graciously!
Wherever you are (and I'm sure it involves a lot of drunkenness and weed induced happiness) here's genuinely wishing you a very very happy birthday L. As the clock strikes midnight today,my only hope is that for a moment you can close your eyes,put everything behind and remember the birthdays you and I have shared together.
Lots and lots of love x
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Somebody's Someone
Now that I've firmly decided to stick with my decision of establishing myself as a member of the non-smoking fraternity, life at the new workplace is already looking up for me. My non-conformist friends rebuke me for the hypocritical nature of this decision,but I have experienced firsthand the various downsides of being the NYT(new young thing) on the block who smokes during her numerous short breaks and is immediately slotted into the "cocky,lackadaisical and generally inefficient/incompetent" category.Laugh all you want, but all you bitchy,judgemental office hags,you know what I'm talking about!
In all fairness however, I must not fail to overlook the fact that first bad interning experience was with one of those fly-by-night "society" magazines that churns out the usual pseudo stuff which theahem "cream" of Dubai society(chiefly Sindhis) cannot seem to get enough of.Although the mother laughs at what she thinks are my highly exaggerated and melodramatic descriptions of editor from hell who I likened to Cruella Devil meets Anna Wintour,(albeit a rather stocky/dumpy/crass/Bengali speaking version with a love for garish hooker-red lipstick)she knows in her heart of hearts that I am not far from the truth.
For the past few days a questions thats been constantly playing on my mind is THIS....what if(and this could be a very real possibility) I'm just NOT one of those people who's cut out to work.People these days seem to be unable to fathom the idea that seemingly educated,liberated,exposed woman like myself could perhaps CHOSE too sit at home of her own free will. How do I ever explain to anyone that it's been my dream, since I was old enough to be told who Prince Charming was , to one day marry a man. A man who wears the pants in our marriage and who will have me gladly and voluntarily surrendering to this role of breadiwnner he plays. I don't see it so much as a power play thing, more like I've always liked being the one fussed over and babied, and I know that one day I will meet a man who completely sweeps me off my feet and will leave me PINING to fold his socks for him and wake up every morning to serve him his tea,just the way he likes.That and a cosy suburban home with three happy babies and two cats-Poshto and Billi. Cringe all you want, my friends, but I am unabashedly proclaiming that the trophy wife/soccer mom title is one that doesn't make me shudder, and I wait eagerly for the day that I become part of a couple...somebody's someone...Cheesy much? I think not.
In all fairness however, I must not fail to overlook the fact that first bad interning experience was with one of those fly-by-night "society" magazines that churns out the usual pseudo stuff which theahem "cream" of Dubai society(chiefly Sindhis) cannot seem to get enough of.Although the mother laughs at what she thinks are my highly exaggerated and melodramatic descriptions of editor from hell who I likened to Cruella Devil meets Anna Wintour,(albeit a rather stocky/dumpy/crass/Bengali speaking version with a love for garish hooker-red lipstick)she knows in her heart of hearts that I am not far from the truth.
For the past few days a questions thats been constantly playing on my mind is THIS....what if(and this could be a very real possibility) I'm just NOT one of those people who's cut out to work.People these days seem to be unable to fathom the idea that seemingly educated,liberated,exposed woman like myself could perhaps CHOSE too sit at home of her own free will. How do I ever explain to anyone that it's been my dream, since I was old enough to be told who Prince Charming was , to one day marry a man. A man who wears the pants in our marriage and who will have me gladly and voluntarily surrendering to this role of breadiwnner he plays. I don't see it so much as a power play thing, more like I've always liked being the one fussed over and babied, and I know that one day I will meet a man who completely sweeps me off my feet and will leave me PINING to fold his socks for him and wake up every morning to serve him his tea,just the way he likes.That and a cosy suburban home with three happy babies and two cats-Poshto and Billi. Cringe all you want, my friends, but I am unabashedly proclaiming that the trophy wife/soccer mom title is one that doesn't make me shudder, and I wait eagerly for the day that I become part of a couple...somebody's someone...Cheesy much? I think not.
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