A short break

Hey guys,
Have not posted a lot of stuff I have been writing. Just got carried away with Facebook I guess. So here it is... a few pending posts I had pasted on facebook...

The Opposite Sex

Writing about men coz I am a woman and also because I suddenly feel like they have been dominating my life without any rhyme or reason. All sorts of them in fact, from dad to the friends to the brothers to the gays! By now, I can almost say that I know a handful of them. They are a unique race and an amusing one at the same time. I have been fascinated by men from the very beginning of my life. My mother says I used to be very happy to be with my dad ever since she can re call. I still remember how I would get excited with the sound of his bike. I would always be just so happy to see him – why? Women are always happy to see men! Because they see them so rarely that the absence creates the excitement! That’s a lesson learnt really early in life. They are not like us who like to just hang around and nag and want to be part of everything. In fact given a choice they are the happiest if kept out of most things! They love their space and their time. They love everything that keeps them away from us! As I grew up, I went through a phase where I hated men. Ok thankfully this lasted only a few years before the hatred died. The phase was amazing because I and like me many of my friends wanted to prove it to the world that “hey we are better”. This is the phase when we had competitions that would be called “boys v/s girls” or “pink v/s blue” or some stupid thing like that. I remember we have competed against boys on various things – be it basket ball or rangloi! I mean come on, Rangoli and a boy wins it! So the competition begins at a really young age. I am sure we still feel great if we overtake a guy in traffic or office! So basically it’s not the men who feel superior its we who feel that we are inferior and want to so badly prove ourselves! Have you ever seen a guy challenge a girl to a game of PS 2? No! Not because they feel they are good at it, but they just don’t have us in their horizons when they think PS 2! But how many times have we expected a guy to shop for us or watch a chick flick with us! Come on. Let them just be! For records I am not being anti- feminist! I am just beginning to realise that men are happy because they are un-complicated by birth not because they chose to be so. Life for them is simple because they think not much but only what is required to. We tend to think a lot of various things and complicate lives. For example if I was told by a guy that he would love to see “Notting Hill” with me I would things of the following things: • He is gay! • He is maybe giving me a hint that he likes me • He thinks I am un attainable so I should not intimidate him • He may take me out for dinner after the movie • Or a long drive • Oh and in some days to his place • Oh no! He is getting serious about me • Oh god HELP! I need to give the right signals • Ok so I will clarify today itself that I am not game for a commitment • Or should I evaluate him and see – maybe he is a nice guy I could take home to mom! And in probabilities I would have said a big NO to him! And if I peep into the guy’s head he probably heard that women like mushy romantic flicks. “Googled” the 10 romantic movies and “Notting Hill” happened to be the first. Called me and just wanted to watch a movie and spend some time. Nothing more to that. Now since I refuse him, he thinks I have attitude and am snobbish. I just lost a good friend. Today after a few relationships, I can safely say that I really avoid thinking much, or do I actually not think! I am not sure how will I react. You know women have a sixth sense. Amazing. I think I will still evaluate! Or will I not! And just be me. And..... Ok I am confused (something we all are...aren’t we?!!) Ok we are different and thank god for that. They love us and we definitely love them! Cheers to all my women friends...take it easy girl....they are really not that bad!

Sound of silence

“Silence is like a cancer growth” There is an amazing sense of peace in silence. And when someone like me says it – it means a lot. I usually talk a lot. I talk to express love, hatred, friendship, happiness, sadness, I talk for fun and I talk so people have fun. But off late there has been a sense of silence that creeps in within me and I feel good about it. I suddenly feel like I do not need to communicate to the world. I don’t want to express. I want to express to myself and just talk to myself. I want to live within myself and just be quiet. Maybe a lot of us experience this. Maybe it’s when we want to sit back and think of how the life that has gone by has been, we are just quiet. Sometimes we just close up and feel like letting the world walk by. Like just let people do their own thing and just let us be. Am not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. My mother gets scared with my silence as she is not used to seeing me silent! But sometimes I just love it and feel its amazing to not talk and still be able to communicate to the world around.This is a piece not written under any drugs! It’s a feeling that I go through often these days and was wondering if other also at any point experienced it! Let me know

Black Coffee!!

Well I don’t understand why would one want to drink something so bitter. It’s becoming more of a fashion statement though these days. “One black coffee please” So I happened to try it once with my dad where both of us were just a bit “Angrez” as my mom puts it, to order the disgusting thing. I and dad are the remains of the British I suppose. (More on that later) So we were sitting at a very up- market coffee shop where we had full freedom to show off how cool we were. While my mother stuck to her usual lemon tea, we decided to experiment and give it a shot! Very delicately the coffee was placed in front of us with some amazing cookies and brownies. We looked at each other and said “wow finally we will drink it”. I looked at the mug of coffee and gave my dad a glance asking him if I should go for it. He like my ever encouraging dad had almost the Amrish Puri look from DDLJ – “ja jiley apni zindagi”! So I courageously picked the mug and took my first sip… and was quiet for some time. It hit me like a Patiala shot does. It was yuck! Looking at my surroundings, I decided to pretend to have loved it. And my dad, just used to alcohol and smokes, probably didn’t understand the taste or followed suit and pretended to love it. Once out of the hotel premises, my mother was the only one laughing her head off… while we wanted out very old coffee… Maybe it’s an “acquired taste”. I just did not acquire it!