Monday, August 4, 2014

A Day in the life of...moi!


 Shocking Pink sling bag
Cons:
1.       It costs Rs.3500/-
2.       I don’t have Rs.3500/-
3.       I mean I do have Rs.3500/- but I plan on spending that on those red ankle length trousers.
4.       It doesn’t come with a guarantee.
5.       I would not be using it much.
6.       I cannot carry it to work because it is too tiny.
7.       It would not go well with all colors.
8.       It isn’t water proof (but then neither am I).
9.       Uhh!! I can’t think of anything more.
10.   Maybe I should list the pros too and then decide.

Pros:
1.       I want it.
2.       I NEED it.
3.       It’s such a beautiful shade of pink.
4.       I am irresistibly in love with it.
5.       It’s just a matter of a few hundreds.
6.       It will go so well with my black polka dress. Oh and yea the gray tunic too.
7.       Maybe I can pair it up with pink shoes.
8.       Omg! I don’t have pink shoes.
9.       I NEED pink shoes as well.
10.   No! I am NOT a shopaholic.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Jealous 21

November. The month I love the most.Why? well because I'm a hard core narcissist and since I was born on the seventh day of the eleventh month of the year, it is my favorite. 7th November 2013, the day I was waiting for from the time I had turned sixteen was finally here. I was finally 21. I was finally an adult. 21 seemed like a magical number for me. Me being a person who practically resides in her delusional fantasies expected life to change the moment I turned 21. I expected my fairy godmother to come and transform my world. The worst part about reality is that it hits like a tsunami. Anyway, I thought I'd make a list of all the expectations that I had versus the reality that is biting my back. So here it goes...

1.

 Expectation: Being independent. No more parent's permission required.
 Reality:         Mum's still the word. 

2.

  Expectation: Partying wild.
  Reality:         Sleepover with girl friends watching movies and gossiping.

3.

  Expectation: No more curfew time.
  Reality:         Pfft!! You wish!

4.

  Expectation: Can't wait for Saturday. *wink wink*
  Reality:         Yea I'm just going to sleep at home because the pillows and
                         blankets consider me one of their own.

5.

  Expectation: Saving and investing every month.
  Reality:         The bank statement shows a lol below the balance.

6.

  Expectation: Shop till you drop.
  Reality:         The only thing that drops during shopping is your jaw after seeing
                        price tag. Oh and also your expectations, they drop too! :P

7.

   Expectation: Going on long road trips with friends
   Reality:         Going to movie theater 4 km away from home totally makes
                         up for it.*yea right*

8.

   Expectation: Missed call from parents..it's going to be cool.
   Reality:         Lol joke. This is spaaartttaaaa! *sigh*

9.

   Expectation: Drink and get high and finally know what a hangover feels like.
   Reality:         Umm.. Does Pepsi count? ;)

10.

    Expectation: Smoking? Sure why not?
    Reality:         Incense sticks and tandoor smoke here I come!! :D

11.

     Expectation: Being in a committed serious relationship
     Reality:         Ice cream and shoes I love you! :')

12.

     Expectation: Being a level headed strong independent lady
     Reality:         Being your parent's lil princess.

Maybe my fairy godmother got stuck in a tree somewhere and she will probably find me before my 22nd birthday.. Till then I gotta live with my reality which ain't bad as I claim it to be,because I know there are many other nerds living the same "swag" life as me! Hi 5 to all you people out there! I feel y'all! ;)
    
  

  


Feminism

My friend and me were discussing the various ways in which feminists are stereotyped. As annoying as it gets, it has its moments too..The problem with me is I am allergic to bull shit and instead of a rash, I break out in sarcasm. And when I get sarcastic or furious, I write so it is a blessing in disguise for me! :P Anyway,here are a few things that I face as a feminist:



1.Yes, I’m a feminist, yes, I believe in equality but that doesn’t mean I totally despise chivalry. A little chivalry at times can go a long way. No, I’m not asking a guy to be macho and open the doors, pull a chair or take the tab always, but a little civility and gentility does not hurt.


2.My views on equality are frequently questioned by many and I’m also accused of being a hypocrite when it comes to my opinion on physical abuse. So why is it that I’m against physical abuse of a woman by a man? Why is it that a woman can hit a man but if a man does the same it would be called abusive and cheap? Well firstly, I’m totally against anyone hurting anyone for no reason. If anyone hits a person in self defense it is fine, irrespective of the gender.  But if a man just randomly hits a lady thinking she isn’t strong enough, it shows his character more than anything else. Same goes for a lady.  So basically my point is physical abuse is wrong be it against a female, male or an animal.


3.No, I do not advocate feminism because it is “the in-thing” or “it is so in Vogue”. A huge misconception that people in general have is that feminism is a fad that goes around for some time and then eventually dies down. Seriously guys, get this straight it is feminism we are talking about, not some random epidemic or plague going around the village.


4.Just because I’m a feminist does not mean I do not respect customs or believe in god. If that is what you think it means, then you urgently need to get yourself a dictionary. A non believer in god is called an atheist not a feminist. For the last time a feminist can also be very religious and god fearing so kindly stop stereotyping.


5.We feminists are also labeled as uptight and boring. Honestly if being opinionated is as good as being lackluster then Golden Globe for the “most boring woman” would be shared by Oprah Winfrey and Ellen Degeneres.


6.Another common delusion is that men cannot be feminists. And if a man fights for a feministic cause then he gains the “oh so not manly” title. People living in their own delusional fantasies, kindly open your eyes and look around. Almost all famous and gorgeous men are hard core feminists.




PS: Thank you Supraja for the fab topic. It feels great venting out. 
To know more about the problems us feminists face kindly click the link below.. It's the secret route to the chamber of secrets.. :P
http://www.waveringmind07.wordpress.com/

Thursday, January 23, 2014

THE GIFT

Cold wind blows through the French curtains in her dimly lit bedroom making her shiver. Everything about the room looks the same as it was a few years ago, yet nothing feels the same. The blue room walls adorned with her favorite artifacts somehow make her sick today. The numerous collages and photo frames make her gloomier than ever. Her princess bed sitting in the corner of the room only makes her more melancholic. She glides through the room at a snail’s pace, trying to cheer herself up but every attempt at it only seems vain. She stumbles upon the packed bags that seem all ready to move out unlike her. Gathering all the strength she can muster she opens the untouched gift package with trembling hands. The silver shines blinding her eyes. Keeping the gift aside she reads the note. She can almost hear his voice as she reads it. His words accelerate her heartbeats. Tears of joy stroll down her cheeks as she reads the golden words in the post script. She hugs her gift tightly for the last time and tears the note apart. As much as her heart wants to keep it, she knows she has to let it go. She finally feels ready to move on, to start her new life today.
The room burns down to an eerie silence as she enters. Whispers and gazes surround her as she drags herself through the crowd. She sees him there, at the center of the room waiting for her just like everyone else. On reaching closer she looks at his face, as blank as ever, the only difference this time is that it looks very peaceful.

She is left alone with him and the cold wind which seems to get harsher by the hour. All the memories come rushing back to her. They both stare into the sky, gazing at the stars. She feels safer with him around. Happier knowing that he would not leave her now. No matter what, he will always be there like he promised. She bends over and leaves her shiny silver gift with him, walking away from his grave, thinking about the letter which claims his death by the silver shiny murder weapon and the post script which says 
“your wish my command”.