I wear a dark mascara, I wear Jimmy Choos
I drool over Chanel, I have a collection of a million shoes
I wear a confidence that only a few can muster
If I have to get there, I tend to get there faster.
But try to see the lines embedded beneath that eye
The soreness that comes, when the heel gets high.
I don’t do it all for me, I am sometimes suffering
Will you please hear what I’m not saying?
I am ruthless, I have broken all rules
I am just perfect, never have those blues.
I eat mutton on Tuesday, Temples are not for me
Feminism, AIDS, oh, I care a damn about child literacy.
But did you hear I make kind gestures to the poorest stranger
I want to sponsor a girl child, want to help her like a mother
Every night before sleeping, you’ll see me praying
But you can’t for its silent…Please hear what I’m not saying.
If I crack silly jokes, it doesn’t mean I have a non-existent IQ
If I act like a teenager, it doesn’t mean I haven’t grown up like you.
No, I won't drop the act 'coz I like it that way
And I don't want your sympathy, don't think too much after this essay.
Just be aware of the mask, 'coz like you most of the time I’m playing
Like you, I need to be heard, but first, Please hear what I’m not saying.
Inspired by this
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Dogs and Bitches
Warning: Teenage girly post ahead!
If I act like a bitch and pull my friends leg, does that mean I'm watching too many sitcoms? I mean, it was my friend who called another friend a damp squib, I just agreed, so it wasn't really me!
Like I have mentioned before, me and 3 of my other school/college/forever/best friends write mails to each other every few days. We might not speak on phone for weeks, but we sure know how long our flicks are.
So one of them recently had a break-up (yes we were over this phase eons ago but some girls are still in the process, sorry RC!). And this break-up kid has been all over our mails recently showing more signs of PMS than ever before. So she just cried a bit over one mail and YS asked her to take a ‘deep breath’. I just generally asked if she did ‘take a deep breath, relaxed, and spent time with herself because she deserved it’. Why the hell I become a bitch when I just repeat what YS says!?
Then there is PS. She's missing attention. You know, for a long time we were hunting guys for her. Yes, WE! She use to tell us a name that her mother use to hunt from millions of 'suitable' bachelors, we use to google him, check his salary status on LinkedIN and his social status on Facebook. Most guys have their walls out in the open. Some even have their tattoo studded photo albums. Yes, we chose the tattoo guy. We ‘eewed’ initially, enjoyed the way he interacted over his status messages, thought he looked cute in his profile pics and finally we were content. (Wow, love the way arrange marriages are fixed these days!) But for a long time PS use to date random people, exchange mails, talk on phone and then reject or get rejected.
When she got married we thought we were over her, but she's back with her new job, her marital problems and how her hubby keeps getting foreign trips from office. Now I don’t know of any company that sends their kids to Spain and Mauritius just within a span of 3 months, but whatever! So RC snatched attention, didn’t acknowledge her smallish pain(as compared to a break-up) and called PS a damp squib who needed to get off her husband's case, bitch! WHO WATCHES MORE SITCOMS AND SPENDS MORE TIME ON REDDIT NOW!?
And then there is our adorable housewife YS. Her problems start from food and end at lingerie! There are many more problems, but I would keep them for a more serious day. Her hubby also gets a lot of foreign trips, but sadly she cannot accompany him on all. Damn you, visa and allowance.
She’s a sweetheart; I can’t accuse her for being a bitch. Hmmm!
After all the mess men create in our lives, there comes Pyar ka Punchnama and songs like ‘Ban gaya kutta…’. We are nice girls who just want some love and warmth. And then they say ‘The dog in the hutch ad has to be a Bitch, you know, wherever you go we follow…’. We do leave you alone and cry on our friends virtual shoulders through such mails! Imagine the pettiness. We don’t deserve movies like that.
Seriously, after watching PKP, the moment I order, oops, request, my husband to even move a glass, he starts humming ‘ban gaya kutta..’. We lived with ‘Men are dogs’ for our entire lives, but we didn’t expect them to become so offended suddenly! C’mon Boy, stop this song NOW!
Girls, never watch this movie with your GUY, you’ll be a bitch for the rest of your life and he won’t be a dog anymore!
Watch 5 minutes of it here and you will be assured of this!
If I act like a bitch and pull my friends leg, does that mean I'm watching too many sitcoms? I mean, it was my friend who called another friend a damp squib, I just agreed, so it wasn't really me!
Like I have mentioned before, me and 3 of my other school/college/forever/best friends write mails to each other every few days. We might not speak on phone for weeks, but we sure know how long our flicks are.
So one of them recently had a break-up (yes we were over this phase eons ago but some girls are still in the process, sorry RC!). And this break-up kid has been all over our mails recently showing more signs of PMS than ever before. So she just cried a bit over one mail and YS asked her to take a ‘deep breath’. I just generally asked if she did ‘take a deep breath, relaxed, and spent time with herself because she deserved it’. Why the hell I become a bitch when I just repeat what YS says!?
Then there is PS. She's missing attention. You know, for a long time we were hunting guys for her. Yes, WE! She use to tell us a name that her mother use to hunt from millions of 'suitable' bachelors, we use to google him, check his salary status on LinkedIN and his social status on Facebook. Most guys have their walls out in the open. Some even have their tattoo studded photo albums. Yes, we chose the tattoo guy. We ‘eewed’ initially, enjoyed the way he interacted over his status messages, thought he looked cute in his profile pics and finally we were content. (Wow, love the way arrange marriages are fixed these days!) But for a long time PS use to date random people, exchange mails, talk on phone and then reject or get rejected.
When she got married we thought we were over her, but she's back with her new job, her marital problems and how her hubby keeps getting foreign trips from office. Now I don’t know of any company that sends their kids to Spain and Mauritius just within a span of 3 months, but whatever! So RC snatched attention, didn’t acknowledge her smallish pain(as compared to a break-up) and called PS a damp squib who needed to get off her husband's case, bitch! WHO WATCHES MORE SITCOMS AND SPENDS MORE TIME ON REDDIT NOW!?
And then there is our adorable housewife YS. Her problems start from food and end at lingerie! There are many more problems, but I would keep them for a more serious day. Her hubby also gets a lot of foreign trips, but sadly she cannot accompany him on all. Damn you, visa and allowance.
She’s a sweetheart; I can’t accuse her for being a bitch. Hmmm!
After all the mess men create in our lives, there comes Pyar ka Punchnama and songs like ‘Ban gaya kutta…’. We are nice girls who just want some love and warmth. And then they say ‘The dog in the hutch ad has to be a Bitch, you know, wherever you go we follow…’. We do leave you alone and cry on our friends virtual shoulders through such mails! Imagine the pettiness. We don’t deserve movies like that.
Seriously, after watching PKP, the moment I order, oops, request, my husband to even move a glass, he starts humming ‘ban gaya kutta..’. We lived with ‘Men are dogs’ for our entire lives, but we didn’t expect them to become so offended suddenly! C’mon Boy, stop this song NOW!
Girls, never watch this movie with your GUY, you’ll be a bitch for the rest of your life and he won’t be a dog anymore!
Watch 5 minutes of it here and you will be assured of this!
Sunday, June 5, 2011
When all you know about...
...F1 is Michael Schumacher and Grand Prix is pronounced in a very complex manner.
...Tennis is something called 'love', Sania and her wedding, Nadal, Federer, a few other names.
...Football is Barcelona.
...Hockey is the national game of India.
...Basketball is Michael Jordan (right? Makes me wonder people with the name Michael can make it big? Schumacher, Jordan, Jackson,...)
...Baseball is home run. (I'm reminded of some nintendo game, was fun!)
...Golf is Tiger Woods and his affairs!
...Boxing is Mike Tyson (that's also because of Hangover 2.)
...Rugby. (just remember Ross playing it for his Brit girlfriend in FRIENDS!).
I feel like a dumbass while reading about these online. Cricket is a religion but the other games...Ah, I don't even want to make an effort!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Diminishing Creativity
I was looking at my old email accounts after ages. Those were the days of hotmail, yahoo and rediffmail. Since this gmail has overtaken, all my old accounts are just filled with spam.
What's more amusing is the fact that the older I have grown, the less creative I have become. All my latest accounts have my name in them! The older email read "cute_enigma"! Imagine the hardwork that must have gone into creating that email account. The next one was "nisha_scorpion". I should have guessed that I would be moving to "nisha.punjabi" very soon.
Oh, and I totally forgot about the deleted email id's I had - "theme_for_a_dream" and "rhythm divine"!
Where are the creative names dude? I miss "dollface_xyz", "sugarspice1984", "crazygal4u", "dolly2cool", "coolnutcase"...
Maybe the fun names have already been taken and only the boring real names are left now. Lets get creative... what do you think about... hmm... man.. I can't think beyond "heroine.housewife".
Yikes!
What's more amusing is the fact that the older I have grown, the less creative I have become. All my latest accounts have my name in them! The older email read "cute_enigma"! Imagine the hardwork that must have gone into creating that email account. The next one was "nisha_scorpion". I should have guessed that I would be moving to "nisha.punjabi" very soon.
Oh, and I totally forgot about the deleted email id's I had - "theme_for_a_dream" and "rhythm divine"!
Where are the creative names dude? I miss "dollface_xyz", "sugarspice1984", "crazygal4u", "dolly2cool", "coolnutcase"...
Maybe the fun names have already been taken and only the boring real names are left now. Lets get creative... what do you think about... hmm... man.. I can't think beyond "heroine.housewife".
Yikes!
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Little Mommies!
No, this isn't about teen pregnancy or anything close to it. It's about my friends embracing motherhood.
It is surreal, hard to believe that people I grew up with have little people growing inside them! The little girls in pony-tails and short skirts who worried about grades and were teachers pet now worry about diapers and future of their kids. When and how did we grow so old!?
My mom once said that once you have kids your life is totally dedicated to them. First you worry about their school, then teenage, career, wedding, then grand kids... phew! Yet when a child is born, the happiness that surrounds him doesn't reflect even a hint of fear that the kid brings with him. The parents just fall immensely in love with the baby and life goes on. I'm sure they have their moments of anxiety and doubt, but it really doesn't over-power the insane love towards the baby.
Yes, insane! I've seen young mothers run after their kids for hours. One meal takes about 2 hours. So you can imagine the kind of time 3-4 meals a day take. Yet beyond everyday frustration, love glows brighter! And it is hard to believe.
Maybe till you don't have a kid you won't understand the feeling. I'm glad my little girls have been blessed with such a divine feeling. As for me, I call Godmother!
It is surreal, hard to believe that people I grew up with have little people growing inside them! The little girls in pony-tails and short skirts who worried about grades and were teachers pet now worry about diapers and future of their kids. When and how did we grow so old!?
My mom once said that once you have kids your life is totally dedicated to them. First you worry about their school, then teenage, career, wedding, then grand kids... phew! Yet when a child is born, the happiness that surrounds him doesn't reflect even a hint of fear that the kid brings with him. The parents just fall immensely in love with the baby and life goes on. I'm sure they have their moments of anxiety and doubt, but it really doesn't over-power the insane love towards the baby.
Yes, insane! I've seen young mothers run after their kids for hours. One meal takes about 2 hours. So you can imagine the kind of time 3-4 meals a day take. Yet beyond everyday frustration, love glows brighter! And it is hard to believe.
Maybe till you don't have a kid you won't understand the feeling. I'm glad my little girls have been blessed with such a divine feeling. As for me, I call Godmother!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Doomed!
The last few weeks have been big for the world. In one part of the universe, there was a fairytale wedding that wasted millions of tax-payers money. In another part, a bad guy was murdered(or not) resulting in varied reactions. And while all this was happening, a few brave citizens held their ground and challenged their national leaders to give them well-deserved freedom.
In other news, gold and silver prices went soaring. Right from the daughter to the mother-in-law calculated their net assets! Another website was able to lure the middle class into investing their hard earned money into a ponsy scheme that promises some 400% return in a year. Yes, speakasia. Again, right from the daughter to the mother-in-law was fascinated.
A friend was asked to take a 2-month unpaid leave that left her devastated. Another friend at a much higher level was sacked. The middle eastern crisis has left many with unknown future.
Some normal people discussed these latest happenings, ate, drank and had a good sleep. They planned about the next weekend, spent some moolah at the newest sale and vowed to lose some weight.
I admire these people. Infact I'm one of them. As the world becomes a more challenging place to live in, it's important to take these events by your stride and move on. Be it the job market, the political conditions across the globe, even the air we breathe, everything is becoming a challenge. If you watch the news regularly, the euphoric world cup triumph is a once in a blue moon phenomenon.
Watch the legendary Barney Stinson, try to develop some interest in the boring IPL this year, celebrate mothers day and plan a good vacation, those are four ways to get out of these difficult times. Go figure some other ways and let me know!
Hmmm, I miss the 20th century when life was easier and we found happiness in simpler things.
In other news, gold and silver prices went soaring. Right from the daughter to the mother-in-law calculated their net assets! Another website was able to lure the middle class into investing their hard earned money into a ponsy scheme that promises some 400% return in a year. Yes, speakasia. Again, right from the daughter to the mother-in-law was fascinated.
A friend was asked to take a 2-month unpaid leave that left her devastated. Another friend at a much higher level was sacked. The middle eastern crisis has left many with unknown future.
Some normal people discussed these latest happenings, ate, drank and had a good sleep. They planned about the next weekend, spent some moolah at the newest sale and vowed to lose some weight.
I admire these people. Infact I'm one of them. As the world becomes a more challenging place to live in, it's important to take these events by your stride and move on. Be it the job market, the political conditions across the globe, even the air we breathe, everything is becoming a challenge. If you watch the news regularly, the euphoric world cup triumph is a once in a blue moon phenomenon.
Watch the legendary Barney Stinson, try to develop some interest in the boring IPL this year, celebrate mothers day and plan a good vacation, those are four ways to get out of these difficult times. Go figure some other ways and let me know!
Hmmm, I miss the 20th century when life was easier and we found happiness in simpler things.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
For the Love of God -
- Sachin Tendulkar!
I tried to blow a whistle for about half an hour but failed! I wanted to do it for Him, for Dhoni, Yuvraj, Zaheer, Gambhir, everyone. I made silly posters with Indian flag, 4 runs, 6 runs, the works. I hosted 12 hour parties at my place and jumped like a little girl. I danced after we beat the hostile neighbours. I went crazy.
I know you did it too! How does it happen? Why do we love cricket so much? How the hell do we unite like one loving nation when only 11 men dressed in blue jerseys lift the cup?
It's overwhelming. It's the proudest moment of being an Indian. It makes me love my country and it's people. It makes me want to come back.
How and when did this develop? We are 1.2 billion people (Yes, facebook has helped me become better with my stats!). Keralites in Bahrain say they are from Kerela, not India, Kerela, when asked about their home country. Shiv sainiks try to divide us every few months. The Kashmiri's want a seperate state. Delhites hate Mumbai and vice-versa. If you are from UP - Bihar, you are 'down-market'. I can state multiple examples here.
Yet when we win, we gather at a roundabout, shout, scream, dance, wave, honk with each other despite the differences. It can happen only in India. We've had a major over-dose of cricket lately. But it deserves all the attention.
Sachin - you should be a proud man. The entire nation has dedicated this trophy to you. The entire nation has dedicated this moment of unity to you. And that includes me - thankyou for bringing joy to each and every Indian face.
We loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you Sachinnnnnnn!!!!
:)
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