#everygirl

Tickled by a twitter stream (TommyWee) that a friend shared with me, I thought I’ll create my own list of the crazy that we women are! My top ten are-

1. #everygirl underplays her sexual escapades

2. #everygirl checks out women (maybe even more than men do)

3. #everygirl has faked an orgasm

4. #everygirl is an attention seeking whore at heart, and hates when its taken away, even if it’s by her BFF

5. #everygirl has kept a count of every single fight that you’ve had with her

6. #everygirl can shower the compliments while thinking – What a bitch!

7. #everygirl secretly thinks that “being bitchy” is cool

8. #everygirl wants a gay friend

9. #everygirl has fantasized at least once about her Best Friend’s boyfriend

10. #everygirl deserves to be loved and called beautiful 🙂

If you have any others that you want to add to the list, add them in the comments section below!

Butterflies in the stomach

Love is a matter of the heart but there is always a point in our lives when we look for a logical explanation to this feeling. Because innocence and the age of 16 is far behind us where we could trust everything that came our way, where love seemed easy, and inevitable, and forever and ever was not just a fairy tale, butterflies in the stomach was a tell-tale sign that brought with it a smile and a leap in our step.

And then there is the skepticism that comes with age, where doubt seeps through everything, decisions seem life changing and are; and you wish you were 16 again.

Because at 16, the world was at your feet. All you had to think about was your next party, or that next date, or the cute guy next door and how you will get him to notice you, and now at 25 you wonder…

You wonder if that Prince Charming even exists, and when he comes along, you wonder more. You wonder if he is the one. If what he has to offer is enough, or if you want more and what that more is. So how sure is too sure? How do you know what “it” is? Are those butterflies in the stomach enough or are we looking for more?

We are spoilt for choices today. We find interesting people in our lives at every bend, and they find us. And they will always be there, but do we ever stop to think, in this flurry of conversation and people who come and go, about what is it that really makes us tick?

Maybe we should listen to the butterflies more.

Dear Arranged Marriages

My family is on a mission these days.

To find me a suitable boy. Marriage is the only thing on everyone’s mind. Everytime I talk to my mum or meet my grandparents, or meet that diamond studded aunty at a party who is just looking for gossip, or even the old uncles at work twiddling their thumbs over chai. The inevitable question always pops up- When are you getting married?

Why is it that as soon as we touch 25 (and I’m not even there yet so help me God) we stop being a person and become an advertisement- fair,24,homely,religious,loves to keep house and is willing to give up her life for the next eligible bachelor that comes along?

No matter how this sounds, I am not against marriages. Infact I’m totally sold out on the idea of love and happily ever after. I have been, since the day I read Cinderella. What I am against is how we are being sold on the marriage market – 24-5’1-very fair-loves to cook- 5x kgs. You can’t expect me to announce my weight on the internet dude!

Why can’t the description go something like this? Young, successful 24 year old who loves laughing and talking loudly, experiments with cheese and wine in the kitchen, reads avidly, can be compassionate and bitchy when it suits her, and wants a guy who will love and understand her unconditionally.

But the earlier description is what finds its way up on matrimonial sites and profiles which are furiously circulated amongst relatives. So I have a question today…

Dear Arranged Marriages,

Why are you so scared of the truth?

Please change your ways or we will continue to hate you.

– Disgruntled Me

Tweezer?Ouch#$%* No!

Why are people shocked when they find out I don’t own one?
Yes I’m a woman and I don’t own a Tweezer!

Get over it!

Lust for Life

That’s the title of Vincent Van Gogh’s fictional biography written by Irving Stone.

A couple of weeks ago, I was killing time at Crosswords when I decided to call my best friend and book buddy Shruti. It was her strong recommendation that made me bug the store manager to locate the book which was sitting in a not so prominent corner, and it took him a while to dig it out.

I saw the book, turned it over to read the blurb. The cover page didn’t excite me, and I have never really followed art. Sure, I had heard of Van Gogh.I mean who hasn’t heard of the post impressionist painter famous for “Starry Nights” and “Potato Eaters”. But that was the limit of what I knew about the eclectic epileptic artist.

But why not art and I decided to pick it up. And am I glad I did!

I thoroughly recommend this read just to experience the pure emotion with which its written. A powerful,passionate,inspiring read which makes you sit up and wonder what passion and love can do to a man, when you let it take over.

He was told that he had no passion in life, because he dabbled in so many. He became an art dealer,teacher, evangelist, jilted lover, an almost Jesus Christ and then finally a painter.

A joke if there was one, he lived on his brothers income all his life, and lived for days with no food in his stomach.

And all for his love of art and painting and color. It made me realize how easily we crush our dreams today!

What we don’t realise is that its much easier to live them than to give them up.

For the love of money and the other pleasures (read: Prada,Gucci,Armani and the duplex) in life, we are taught to pretend from when we are kids. We are taught to be what people want us to be. Because its apparently easier that way- trying to read when we want to draw, trying to win a race when we want to learn how to sing, trying to dress up when we want to dress down, trying to give that presentation when all we can think about is that holiday that we had to miss because of this meeting at work.

And for what?! For the dreams that we gave up to live in what we like to call “Reality”.

My Brand New Look

The blog finally has a feel of ME. All thanks to Adi!

Love the header image darling!

Tripping NOW

And this…

Me Tarzan, you Jane?

One of my many bad habits includes not reading the newspaper every day!

My mornings usually start with waking up to my phone, which has finally stopped snoozing coz I already hit the button 10 times! And then a mad dash to the loo, a wild rush to get ready in fifteen minutes flat because I was supposed to be at work half an hour ago!

Where is the time to read the newspaper?! I’m also just plain lazy about that sort of a thing.

So last Sunday, a close friend pointed out this article to me because we have a constant battle about who is the man. When he read this one, he perked up and made me read it. When I read the title (Me Tarzan, You Jane?), my first thought was – Its another one of those which pick on women today.

But when I read on, I kinda related to the whole thing. It is true, and I’ve heard this from many of my male friends. Men today are intimidated by the female species. Because the male instinct is all about the cave man style lovin’!

Men want to beat their chests and protect and carry us around with them! What they don’t get is that we don’t need to be carried around anymore. Most women I know today are earning shit loads of moolah, have friends who are just like them so there is no dearth of company, are taking vacations on their own to the most exotic places in the world, wear high heels and power suits and are probably bossing over ten Tarzan types!

That brings us back to what I read – What do we “Jane’s” want?

We want a connection. An intellect that is as strong as ours. A stimulant that gives us an orgasm in our minds. A conversation that we can live with for the rest of our lives. Someone who will hold our interest till the day we die. That’s love for us. Its not diamonds (although those are important too), or a BMW (we won’t mind that either), but love that will let us be. It won’t want to snatch our freedom, and take away those things that we like to do, irrespective of whether you like them. Love is someone who will let us be – women.

Love, my friend

I found this scribbled on a piece of paper from an old notebook when I was cleaning the house the other day.

Pragya wrote it and I liked it so much that I decided that it had to be put out there for the world to read!

If the thunders and rain couldn’t make you see,

if the tears in my eyes didn’t make you weak,

love is a far away land, and all I hoped was to hold your hand.

All my wrath and all the strength,

the fight and blame, was love my friend.

‘Cause when it pours down on us,

the ones that stick are the ones who are worth.

Beautiful, innit?

Move. Eat. Learn

Move

Eat

Learn

P.S. Andrew Lees is quite hot too!