GIRLS: AND PUTTING EM' INTO DIFFERENT BOXES.

Just after realizing that I’ve been the *Mush queen*, with all love dipped posts, I’ve decided to get a little bit off the *pyaar ka track* and add humor, sarcasm and more live-now, feel-now elements to my posts.

Now when I stare the wall, to find a topic on which I could actually scribble something funny and lame, I ended up thinking of this, *girl-classification* theme; which once my loving, sweet, pretty, sexy “female” friend, new sister, or to be precise in the relation, my brother’s girlfriend, told me. Though we decided to write this down together, but then I was kinda reluctant with it, say it because of my girlfriend-boyfriend ratio which points to ITSY BITSY decimals (null to infinity) and even she didn’t want to end up bitching about all her girls. (All her.)

But now I thought of surprising her, to make her feel better with the bitch-marathon, going around her and as a token of *louve*, for being supportive and all ears to my nonsense, love-struck dreams and roller coaster drama that goes on in my life, constantly.

 

GIRLS. Basically you cannot classify them into particular groups or something but then there are typical set examples that actually converges the girl categorization into a few limited ones, 10 as I’ve done.

 

Category 1: The Super-spoilt-bitch

Such girls are the ones who are constantly bothered by the fact of *why is the spotlight not on me?* and get angry on little useless things just to act pricey. Not to forget, they are spoilt, and the reason is they are –dead drop gorgeous. But to add honesty here, they are dumb too. Pretty girls have the right to be!

And to the same sex, they are *not decent*, and they hate them, just to restrict my language morals. (Yeah whatever!)

 

Category 2: The drama queen

Laughing too much, crying too much, thinking too much (or to say pretending to think too much) and looking for attention 24x7 are the Drama queens. All they want is temporary happiness and all of it though!

 

Category 3: The sugar dipped girl

Honestly, I envy such girls. How can you measure each of your word before saying it and dip it into sugar and then speak out. Impossible! But then there are females, who don’t want anything else except happiness, though not only theirs but global happiness. And Except a FEW, others are fake.

 

Category 3: Plastic company ambassador

The local Aishwarya rai’s. They actually cover them too much that they lose out their own identities, be it their faces or their habits or their nature. In layman language, they are plastics. Or as a girl says it, fake!

 

Category 4: The less of *fe-MALE*

Sometimes masculinity overshadows the original sex, and you call them *tom-boys*. There is nothing particularly wrong with them, they are the best company any once can have, outgoing, fun loving, and amazing in all aspect, just a little less in girly habits.

 

Category 5: The Dumb brigade

Most of the girls are dumb. In fact all are, if you ask any guy. (Even though lameness rules in men, they still afford to think that. ha!). Like in “Mean girls”, the dumb actress who could sense rain with her tits, in real life too, there are ‘some girls’ who ACTUALLY believe in something like this! Though they believe anything and everything, they just can’t help being stupid and duh-est.!

 

Category 6: The WALLED girl

When you feel a lot of pain in life, you try and hide yourself from every emotion around you, then you become this strong walled girl, who thinks only from her head and practicality is the only thing that hold a place in her life. Though every girl is emotional, she doesn’t show any bit of it on her face. True sign of decisiveness and an adamant natured will. But then these are the ones that make the most romantic partners too.

 

Category 7: The *Cupid-please-strike-me-SOON* girl

Girl are emotional and way to romantic too. Dreams account for every encounter with a guy and threads of hopes and desires start knitting in her mind, from the very first touch, be it a handshake too. Over –hyper and I want a guy-the soonest, the better; type of girl, are another version of the drama queens.

 

Category 8: The Mean Girl

“I want my work to be done, by hook or by crook”, such girls these are. They can actually Love somebody, Change somebody or even kill somebody (by any mean, be it looks, or (.)!) for what they want. A typical *Ekta kapoor soap Vamp* to be precise!

 

Category 9: The Bookish girl

If books are the last thing on the earth, they wouldn’t mind making out with them too. For them, fun is something that goes way back to a 2 year old kid playing with a toy, ONLY. Nerdy they are and so, end up spoiling the fun others want to have. An irritating breed of girls!

 

Category 10: The GOOD girl

A perfect girly girl, no exaggeration of drama, the right amount of bitchiness, sweetness to taste your buds, helping, loving and the exact portion on nerdy-ness too, adds up to this one. The most wanted by guys and the most hated by girls.

 

Okay! So I’m done with this classification. Girls are *GIRLS*. Bitchy, sweet, loving and yes, most of all; EVERY GIRL IS BEAUTIFUL. And love, respect and dignity are all that she wants.

 

Pheeu! So probably I wouldn’t have written all of it alone, if it wasn’t for you, my half *name-sharer*.

Not more than few months of knowing each other, ive got to know you, and I feel proud that you do too! You are my CATEGORY 10 girl, which I am not saying cause I love you, but as a girl who knows a *female* with all of her sides.( I think!)

Though somewhere I feel my this random surprise for you, is lame, cause it doesn’t really revolve around you, or us but then I just wanted to put down something for the first ever topic you decided for us to write on. So now my NEWEST BESTIE, this one’s especially for you. I love you, your loveliness with my little brother too, and I’m glad to be linked in a relationship with you! 

KISSING RAIN

So, I, the occasional writer/blogger have finally got the JOB of writing something for somebody about a particular theme; though my employer is none other than my sister. Still. She’s proud of my miniature work, and I’m more than contented. If happiest-est-est would have been some word, then surely, that is the feeling.

Monsoonal Love, love in monsoons, or some name with other conjunctions between the two, is my theme.

Even though I’ve mentioned about the seasonal cycle having similar effect on our lives as well as on the weather in my earlier post; for this one I’m supposed to be specific to the monsoonal part only. And so I gotta get my mind on the treadmill. NOW!

One whole sole reason we’ve been sent to the earth, to have a life, is to be in LOVE. To find somebody we love, who loves us unconditionally. To actually end up with someone who fits our mould perfectly, no lose nuts and bolts. Love it is. Simply. Purely. Truly.

When does a story turn into a love story? You meet somebody, story; But when that somebody becomes somebody special, it becomes a love story. And then every little thing in life, from a flower, to a bird, to a cute red heart sticker and to an old love song, seems beautiful. Though they are, they have been, since always, but our realization comes now.

Monsoon has always been specially attached with the feeling of love; be it falling madly in it or the break up humidity. Taking extract from my earlier post, “The rocky patch, the problematic days, with tension of work, family and people around, but the hope of happiness still being there, clusters in for the Monsoon of emotions.” But this is just one face of the coin. There is a lot more to monsoon than just sadness. It brings joy too.

Monsoon brings us close to the nature, close to the love. As and when the little tinkling droplets of rain, the harmony of birds and the glee in the eyes of our lover, shines, like a miracle or some magical moment, it’s nothing but the blooming “First love “ feeling.

The soft showers, the cold breeze and the tingling music of the droplets coupled with the enchanting chirp of the birds play in the background, you would want nothing but your lover beside you. This one moment with your love is the most romantic and one which is cherished for life.

 

Being a girl, we’re born romantic, and love-stories and movies spoil us more, they take us up high in expectations of romance and then  we end up planning or imagining a rain love dance or some sequence of *pyaar hua ikraar hua* happening to us. And hoping something like this happening is not wrong either. We are in love. We’re bound to be crazy and think unnatural and be mad too.

 

 A rain makes us step out, get drenched in it and free ourselves from the social parameters of shyness, if at all any, as in if we face them. Love and rain have been connected since always. The feeling of love augments when monsoons arrive and then to compare the feeling to just happiness doesn’t really suffice. It’s a different world altogether.

My idea of expressing love is way too mushy and this shows in each word I’ve penned down. Anyway, I think my sister will be more than happy to see her little sister growing with each post, (Modest I am. VERY) and with her work done, she surely will be.

So here it goes, especially for you dee. Make everyone spellbound at the Army party and get showered with compliments!

 

SECOND CHANCES

Life doesn’t really give you a second chance. Or it does?

Its 2 am in the morning, switched off my laptop, set the alarm, kept the ac remote and phones next to my head, yawned a couple of times too. I was all ready to sleep until this thought stuck me. It just made me rewind all the decisions I’ve ever took. From the little-kid-making-new-friends, to shopping, buying things to choosing a career, its patterns and to relationships and love.

Pondering over all the innocent ones, like making friends when you just step into school, should I go and say hi to that kid? Or sharing food, pencils, and pens with him/her? One breath and you’re done with these ones. No hustle, no cry. And somehow these mattered. Okay now its kid-dish, but it did when we were 5, it surely did, to some extent. Changing schools, or changing friends, being with new-kid-in-class and forgetting your day-1-friend, this wasn’t really tough deciding. It just happened and we weren’t supposed to explain out the why’s and how’s associated with it.

As we grow up, we realize that as our bodies grow, get complicated, our mind too does and the decisions we are meant to take, get more complicated, and the dilemmas get more evolved with time.

The same how and when of switching some friend, like being more with somebody and losing out to someone you grew up with, happens. But this time, it ain’t simple. It’s complicated. With reasons, why that-person and not me? The jealousy factor, the importance factor, everything creeps in. It gets sad and murky. But the only thing that remains constant is the reason, which is “NOTHING”. We still have no answer but a silence in which we ourselves think “Is it so?” or “why? I don’t feel that ways.” And in the end we are left with the little scratch in our relationships by none other than TIME. The ever manipulative and playable TIME! Ha!

I started with the second chances and don’t know where this difference crept in from. Anyway, second chances. YES! We don’t really have any second option in life though. It’s just a yes or a no. With choosing a friend, either you be one or you don’t. With selecting a career, either what you want to, what you like or something you don’t. Either you are in love or you aren’t. It’s no other way. A YES or a NO. And once we’re done with deciding what to chose, we have to stick to it, all of its consequences as well. No second chance.

But sometimes we get it. When you act stupid, foolish and immature, life gives you one. Honestly, we are puppets sent by god on this earth to entertain rest of them. And fall in love with one of them tooJ. Similarly everybody has their job predefined by him. The GOD! Pretty tough business he does, you see! And when we don’t do as we are supposed to, or go by our will, against his, we get some intuition of something weird happening and we ignore that sign and still do it; then comes our second chance. To revisit that one thing, one decision which we made, to correct it and make everything fall into place; and build a happy world for ourselves.

We all get one. Once or many a times in life, we all do some reckless thing(s), for which the second chance comes and knocks our door. And as there is a happy ending always, everything settles down quite smoothly! It works out. It has to, else as Sharukh Khan says” picture abhi baaki hai mere dost!” it goes on till it becomes PERFECT!

Probably I got one. I think. Maybe I decided some issues, some matters of my life, very swiftly, for which I had to pay later, a huge amount though. And then came, my second chance. It happened. Abruptly but ending in a happier me now. It made me hard, rigid to life, patient, practical and a little less emotional- sentimental, and a much calmer, accepting person. To say the least, I couldn’t have been in love with GOD more.

Life is too short to be unhappy and since GOD knows what we are worth, there will be no settling for dirt. There WILL be a happy ending. Life teaches us everything. All we have to be is a patient learner and it’s gonna be a world as WE SEE IT.

*DILLI* & THE “NOT-SO-COMMON-NO-WEALTH-GAMES”

They call it hot, I call it warm.

They call it crowd, I call it a party.

They call them brats, I call them brothers.

They call it bad, I call it bliss.

They call it traffic, I call it festival.

They call it dirty, I call it dressed.

They call it a sinner, I call it a saint.

They call it a barren, I call it loam.

They call it Delhi, I call it home.

NEW DELHI! It is.

Okay I admit. These are not my words but a forward I got like ages back and with which I fell in love. So I saved it. But I don’t really agree with it TOTALLY. And the only reason that made me not fall for such a masterpiece completely is the pre-COMMONWEALTH GAMES scenario.

Commonwealth games. A matter of pride and honor for every Indian. It surely is.

But this commonwealth is not only revolutionizing Delhi, oops New Delhi but making it more of some NEW-new Delhi.  And something that I won’t be surprised of after the games is the government changing its name to NEWEST -New Delhi or whatever.

Basically, what got me thinking is that this place, our capital is changing so freaking quickly. To be precise, I haven’t seen Delhi changing so rapidly in last 20 years of my life (though I don’t remember all of it, still.) than in the last one year.

In snap of months, not the roads, but the routes have changed. COMPLETELY. It almost took me hours to get to a place and to realize how I’ve reached this place, where I used to be wandering about with my eyes closed, easily (Not literally though). I was disappointed.

It’s not only the routes or the roads; it’s so much more to it. The rupee has finally got a symbol, a very beautiful and traditional one, one that defines India perfectly. But again, why now? Why not earlier, like 10 years back? Or 5 years back? Everything was same; except the deadline for commonwealth games. I would say human nature. We dress up only when somebody is coming over or we are going out but when we are home, we all love your pajamas’. 

But then our country should be dressed all the time. Don’t you all think? Just for us and not to please some athletes who will supposedly like Delhi or India only in the TV interviews and blab about it negatively when they go back to their homes.

This commonwealth, I agree is making India more global, but at what cost? Rising daily commodity prices? Making it more difficult for the lower class people to afford their bread for the day? Hiking the taxes? Increasing the price of everything?  To put it straight, making the gap between the upper class and lower class people wide enough only for the government to play in between.

I’m not detesting the games, neither I’m against the growth, but I’m seriously finding this whole putting up thing nerve-wrecking. If it’s to be beautified, why not do it permanently? There is no need of such temporary changes, new constructions, changing roads, symbols, everything, just for a 15 day game period. I might be sounding so negative, and deep down I also know that all of this is for us, our future, a pretty one. But the only thing that is ticking me in my mind constantly is “WHY NOW? WHY NOT EARLIER?” Just.

Now as my sister read it, she imagined me debating and fighting over this topic. Weird she is. Nonetheless, my best friend, my best critic too. And honestly, I’m not fighting, or debating, or shouting at the top of my pitch, but just writing down what I’ve been felling lately, about this place, which I call HOME.

 To just summarize the idea of Commonwealth games, as per me: it is taking up the COMMON man’s WEALTH to play GAMES with it. Ah! Anyway, I think I should just rest my inner voice which hates the government, a little more than much. And with a hope that someday, it won’t be about any *angrez* but only us, I’m going to start liking the common-wealth-ly consequences and planning’s. I hope.

P.S. love Delhi (or New Delhi). I always did. Will always do. 

LOVE, LIFE AND THEIR SEASONS

Just as weather cycle goes on over the world, life follows the same route for each emotion. At least mine does.

The seasonal weather cycle as we’ve all studied, or to say experience/feel it (obviously!) continues with summer, monsoon, then autumn, winters and spring and then summer again!

Similar goes on with our life’s emotional cycle, you’re happy one moment, extremely sad the other, sometimes problematic and sometimes neutral. But in the end it starts all over again. You end up being happy, this way or that. And this cycle goes on and on.

Summers; the boiling heat, the bright sun, the carefree nature (obviously except the sweat!); depicts the season of happiness. Or to be exact, defines Love. You fall in it, get high with it, do crazy things, go mad with your dreams and ride high on desires. The adrenaline rush you feel, just when you’re about to kiss and the same sort of rush when you have a rain dance in the scorching heat, ditto. The feeling of achieving something you desired, the happiness of being surrounded with love, just as the smile on your face glows, the sun shines in summer.

The happiness weakens. Relationships too do. The rocky patch, the problematic days, with tension of work, family and people around, but the hope of happiness still being there, clusters in for the Monsoon of emotions. Monsoon includes the rains, the sticky days, and the irritations when just a percent of humidity increases. And some comparison to put in, this monsoon marks the end of summer or a break from it, to be more general, just like monsoon of our emotions, shadows our prolonged happiness.

Monsoon ends. Autumn begins, the trees shed their leaves, and the environment gets filled with moist air along with some sadness in it. The autumn is nothing more than, the partitions, the ends, the break ups and the never stopping tears, the losing love, and the losing out on happiness phase. Terrible to summarize.

After you break up with somebody or lose out on the *supposed* love of your life, the world seem to crash down, everything seems to halt. The numbness fills in. Everything seems murky. We become so inhumane, or insensitive that our little heart becomes a cold stone. The winters of our emotions have arrived. Putting a comparison with the winter weather, the snow (okay not in Delhi!), still in the other parts of the world, makes us stick to the home and we lose our sense of touch, the numbness rushes here too.

But then winters don’t stay for long. The smart sun gets back to business of shining on us and such comes spring! The moderate environment, a little cold and little hot. The tree seem to blossom with sparkling new flower buds, and to correlate, our lives get better. A new love knocks down, things fall into place, smartly and sweetly a smile starts to mark its way on our faces. Spring it is!

My life too goes through it. But everything happens to its extreme. To personify, the sweltering bright heat of Middle East makes up my summer. The freezing chills of Alaska make up my winters. The nonstop pouring water of Mumbai makes the monsoon. The stereotypical* Canadian flowers shedding from trees make up my autumn and the cute red flowers budding on New York street trees make up my spring!    Extreme! Totally!

Too much happiness, too much hatred, too much pain, too much problems. Too much EVERYTHING. But life goes on. We do too, we have to adapt to everything that happens in and around us. Or probably just keep flowing. Optimistic, we have to be!

Even though it’s very humid and hot in New Delhi, but I’m so enjoying my Monsoonal-Spring. New beginnings and problematic events, the new love and old hatred are making me happy and irritable, at the same time. Nonetheless, this season is truly loved by me, with all my heart.

OUT YOU GO MR.X

Last week I saw a not so rich man pretending to be this stinky rich guy who owns the world, or at least thinks that way. To not mention him as this man, I would call him Mr X. The scene exactly was Mr. X was driving a car, not the long or the SUV one but the mid car; and then suddenly a rickshaw puller tries to find way among the little space beside him to cross the red light and succeeds.

Just to try his luck and dance on the tiny little chance another cycle driving man does the same, but fails and so bumps into the car. OUCH! And to not exaggerate, the cycle could only put a little scratch, sized the nail of my middle finger to Mr. X's car.

And as everybody would do, Mr. X got down, panicked, saw his car, shouted at the cycle man and went inside his car. NORMAL. But then suddenly his pride woke up and bought him back on road. STRANGE. And then in a blink, he was slapping, kicking the cycle man and shouting and screaming in the middle of the road. Everybody watched. Happily to say cause no one came forward to help that poor cycle man. And to surprise everybody Mr. X deflated the cycle tires. And yes BOTH. Just to not expect, he came with his might inhuman nature, and laughingly said "tum chote log kya jaano car ki kimat,bhikhari kahi ke aur aage dikha to maar daalunga"

Signal opened. Everybody left. Except that cycle man, stranded on the footpath with deflated cycle, tore shirt and whining about his status to god.

I was numb. For a second, cold enough to not feel the heat and hot air blowing. And I too left.

Now after 6 days of that happening, I’m ashamed of myself. I’m ashamed of not getting out of my car to help him or stop Mr. X from almost killing him. Why did I do it? Cause I was scared or was I enjoying such a scene? Or my voice alone wasn't enough to stop Mr. X from making cycle guy blame god? I don't know. Probably ALL.

Mr. X is a healthy wealthy man, happy and rich enough to buy a car. And a cycle too but broke enough to have emotions attached with people and have humanity and showing gratitude to god is what he doesn't know. And the cycle man is a thin poor guy, whining not about his tore shirt or no aired cycle but his fate for making him sense pain from such a close degree. For him, getting a new shirt is a big deal where in compared to us, we don't use a shirt if it gets blotted. For us to drive an ac car in such heat is acceptable but not walking without an umbrella or the chic shades and this man has to travel some large distance without all this.

But in all this even after losing so much he only has god to blame for the beating and thank him for his liveliness. And to put a comparison here, we blame god for not getting us to the new phone in market, never for making us stand everyday in good health. HONESTLY never.

Mr.X is in us. Each one of us. And we need to flush him out. ASAP to say. Else we would be enjoying killing someone over a Band-Aid sized cut on a car and blaming god for making it difficult for us to kill him this way and giving him strength enough to fight for living. Tch.

Pride makes us blind, heartless for emotions and feelings. Get real, get human. 

Start thanking god for every tiny little thing you have, because it takes a fortune to have it and a microsecond to lose it. Rather just thank god for your life.

I wish and hope, just as I did, everybody will, someday live with peace, harmony and with integrity and not kill over materialistic visions and status problems.

So now I’m all with it, done with in-humanism.

God! Thank you so much. With lots of Love ,a little-coward-stupid-cute child of yours.

THE U TURNS

Just when you think life has a new meaning, it takes a u turn.

Everybody goes through these u turns. And yes, I’ve been through too, and some hasty ones too which have made me a new person altogether. Life does teach you a lesson, from a small incident, which you never thought will lead to such happenings to occur, some good and some bad.

In school, all I ever wanted was a bunch of close friends that stick by me through my ups and downs, a happy peaceful family life, and courage to fulfill my dream of being a doctor. So just when I found my perfect pillars of life, and then crushing over some random cute-hot guy, all that I ever dreamt, was there; right in front of me. And just when I began to lose myself among the winds of dreams and airy happiness, life shook me with a whack from home, some ditch-able friends, and the *oh so I love* guy. The most required one then and yes! It then made me realize where I stood among everything in life and made me calmer and more spirited on the work front. But then even if you put in your effort, sometimes it doesn’t comes out the way you want cause something somewhere is way better than what you’ve imagined for yourself. And then suddenly, some disheartening results, shattering of dreams of childhood, to be the one with a stethoscope, and falling prey to some sadness. Well as good times come and go, so are bad times, short-lived they are. But then whatever happens has a reason behind it and we gotta adjust, move on. So life then put me on track of little less stress than medicine and something I never wanted to. Engineering it is!

ADJUSTMENT. More and more of it. That is what we’re taught since always, especially females, with dreams, people, needs and life. My life was put onto a new track and there was no point for me to crib over it. And hence my college life started. I wasn’t a school kid anymore but on the path of being an adult. Sounds stereotype. It still does to me, sometimes!

So with new people, new environment, new world to be more precise, culture shock (literally) and then same story of finding a group of friends, outings, the no more school gossips, but more than it, little more intelligent; which I thought would happen but then I was in a pot hole of people, who were/are eagerly wanting the *I’m the smartest guy* and the * I’m the hottest chick* tag, (no offence in particular).

The fun part began. Awesomely amazing friends, I’m glad and more than happy to still have them after 3 years of a roller-coaster ride; the girl meets guy story, the change of feelings and everything to accompany it. Happiness, as a word doesn’t suffice for all of it. . Time passed, Happiness too. More than you think, life has s new plan for you; problems to make you hard, Sadness to alert you about the happiness in store. Then it was time for endings. Some beautiful and some shattering, depressing and pathetic. Just as they have a dialogue in *My Sassy’s girl*, for once you meet someone in life who divides your life into the time before you met them and after that. So did I. But the difference was the division that occurred after the person left. And during that time, I don’t seem to recall a single day where I thought I have a reason to carry on. But then stupid I was, foolish to say.

So here, life again takes a turn. Then you meet someone who reads you, eyes closed; senses you from over 50 kms; and loves you unconditionally. And then you don’t only know them by name. They become your wish granter, problem solver and for me, my genie was here! All I could wish for nothing but a little more strength to move on, and happiness was here again. See, life and its turns. All before you think and realize and act upon.

So after all the things are said and done, when I got down to realize where I went wrong? Or why it happened with me? Was I so accustomed to happiness that I had to get the feeling of lowness? All I get as an answer within me is nothing. Silence plays and that is what makes me realize life is all about. A graph of happiness and sorrow and we have to maintain a path most close to the normal threshold. So, play easy, honest, true and don’t expect anything from it, all it will do n the end is surprise you with happiness and when you are too above the normal line, you’ll be bought back to it , within no time and when you least expect it.

Now for me, I’m happy, joyous, having fun and 100 percent relaxed, with a headstrong practicality in all terms of life including the feelings to which I’m biased, love. A little more careful this time and taking it slow with love, or to say the feeling. All this is the work that my friends have put in to me or the life I have with them, which augments my spiritedness and just to sum it up, I love them. ALL. THANK-YOU won’t be enough but yes I am and will be there for you all.

So with arms wide open, I’m all ready for SURPRISES! Life, bring it on!