Less is More

After two very serious blog posts I have decided to lighten up a bit and put up two absolutely pointless ones about theories that I have made up. This ones a theory that deals with male hormones and how a man's level of self-control is dependent on the environment he's been brought up in.


To further illustrate what I am talking about let me give you the example of two countries.

Country 1- Afghanistan

Country 2- France

In country 1, men find pictures of women with bare faces provocative.

In Country 2, it would take a women dressed in barely nothing, to truly be a treat to the male eye.


Men in Country 1, have been brought up in an environment where the only women they see in their childhood include their mothers and their sisters. Besides, it's not exactly a land of 'ayo-technology'. Seeing through those thick burqas is mission impossible. Thus, they are in a perpetual state of deprivation. The sight of a bare ankles, wrists or stray strands of hair is enough to get them to stand before the Mosque and thank god for the beautiful sight they have been able to lay their eyes on.


As for men in Country 2, they've grown up in an environment where women wear the skimpiest of clothes and lie on the beach without giving it a second thought. For them this is absolutely normal and acceptable. When a woman steps out in a pair of shorts, unlike their counterparts in country 2, they would not visually rape her and make her want to run back into the house in search of jacket. Even if they would stare it would be in an appreciative sort of way, rather than accusatory.


Another point to be noted is the availability of sex. For men in country 2, by the time they are teenagers, they are free to get into a relationship, which eventually leads to sex. For men in Country 1, A woman cannot taint her reputation in society by giving up her priced virginity before marriage. Under such circumstances, they resort to raping women, sometimes of their own family. And since they are so high on hormones, they assume every other man is like that. So they insist on having their women covered up from head to toe, lest she becomes an object of desire for the male eye.

Now moving on to our country, the perverts who make you most uncomfortable are the ones who have grown up in an environment of sari-clad women. For men who have grown up in homes where the women have adopted a westernized of dressing, women in jeans and t-shirts are hardly worth staring at. But the minute the t-shirt turns into a tube and jeans turn into minis, these guys have a hard time keeping their eyes off.

Moral of the story : For the general good of the Society, the lesser the women wear the better it is for everyone.

They say everything in life happens for a reason.
Anger? Betrayal? And a lifetime of Sadness?
Is that ever a justifiable reason for this emotional turmoil?

Sometimes, impact lasts longer than you think.
It changes your view on the world and the way you perceive it.
It leaves you cold, cynical and stone-hearted.
And you find yourself losing faith in people and in relationships.

When people step in to save your world, you believe they will be there forever.
More often than not, you convince yourself that it is the truth, though it may not be.
But when the cynical side of you takes over, you do not see possibilities where there are none.
When you sense a dead end ahead, you don't harbour hopes of a new beginning.

So not letting people in, saves you the trouble of letting them go.
This means that may be everything in life does happen for a reason.
Some people step in, to teach you to let go.

Life is pretty ironical.

Sometimes you meet people who are so similar to you that it leaves you spellbmound. You automatically expect them to becoe an important part of your life. But no matter how close they get to your heart, they still linger along the periphery, unable to cross the impermeable wall that leads to the inside.

And sometimes you come across people who seem so different that you'd never give them a second look. Yet Destiny, Karma and perhaps a Superior Force somehow brings them into your life. You find opening up, layer by layer until you stand in front of them as the person you truly are only because they somehow managed to permeate through the impermeable wall into the forsaken territory of your heart.

It is in the brief moments you spend with these people that you feel like life wholly and completely makes sense.

Fashion Suicidal

Madonna trying to look as old as her boyfriend

Blonde Moments 2 (Childhood)

#1 Everytime I heard the words 'Chand ka Tukda' in hindi songs, I assumed it was the part of the Moon that fell off in the night. Explains why the Moon looked smaller everyday.

#2 When I heard the dialogue- Main tumhe dua deti hoon, I was baffled.
I assumed dua was the same dhua and couldn't quite figure out why someone would want to give smoke to another person!

#3 This incident took place outside Radio Club, which is perpetually flooded with Arabs in all shapes and sizes. I spotted two of them wearing a robe. This was the first time I was seeing men dressed like that, so I was basically, quite scandalised. After I recovered from the shock, I screamed,"Mom, look! Men in nighties!"

iWant!!

Purple Bag
Candy Green Mary Janes
Floral Wedges
Pink Waist Belt
Emerald green dress with jewels
Pink Patiala
Black kurta to wear with my silver egyptian necklace
A tee in the same shade of green that they wear in street dance.

So much to shop, so little time! *sigh*

The New Look

My new 'job', if that's how you would like to call it, involves sitting in my dad's office for the next ten days till all the people who are on leave come back. There's very little to do and there's way too much time. Internet is my only source of entertainment. Since, Facebook is source of depression if you waste too much time on it, I have decided to dedicate the next few days religiously blogging about everything and nothing :)

I have also given my blog a bit of a makeover by adding all these boxes(what do you actually call them?) on the side. I'm not really a 'quote' person but that's all I could find. Frankly, Quote for the day and Love Quotes sound extremely lame, but I added them anyway. Then I came across quotes on Hinduism. Since I know so little about my own religion I decided I should add it. After that I thought of a few self-righteous friends I have on facebook, who add applications related to their faith inspite of already being a part of a hundred communities that talk about the same damn thing! And since I didn't want to sound like them, I added Bible and Quran quotes as well. Truth of the matter is that I do respect all religions, so why not learn a little about all?

After that I came across God Knows how many quotes and I guess I got a little carried away. Now I'm starting to think it looks like a terrible mess! So I'm going to let it be for a while until I decide the ones that get to stay and the ones that will have to go. Until then, there's one box that's not going anywhere.And that's One Tree Hill, baby! =D

Summer'08 (Confessions of a Shopaholic)

Right after I got back form my awesome trip to Chennai, I left for Malaysia. My uncle's a lawyer and practically every year he takes his entire staff for trip. I remember the time my neighbour told me he got a job in Bangalore where his awesome office supplied him with Snickers, Toblerone and the likes everyday. I couldn't help but feel terribly envious. However, when I heard about my Uncles idea of keeping his staff happy, the snickers seemed like a bit of a let down =P .

Since, he was taking his family as well, he asked my brother and I to come along. Give me one good reason why we should have refused?

The best part was that my parents were not coming along. And that meant a summer trip without unnecessary drama and lectures on responsiblity. Also loads of cash and shopping without watching my mum wrinkling her nose and every secong item of clothing I picked up.

Inspite of being with over 25 people, it was almost like travelling alone. On one hand was the entire staff. All of them were too involved in each other anyway. On the other, was the little family. Again involved in each other. And then there was me, my book, my music and my coffee. The road trip was awesome. The weather was terrific. Frankly speaking I don't remember much of the sightseeing we did, but I can tell you this, I fell in love with the shopping!

It sounds a little insane, but every time I look back at that trip I think of those unbelievably big malls. I think about how there was so much to cover and so little time and how I ran like a maniac from one shop to another, just so I could cover everything in that time limit. I remember how everytime I saw the magic word(sale), my eyes would light up and my feet would automatically take me in that direction. The smell of designer perfumes lingering in the air, the designer gown clad manequins, the soft feel of the fabrics, the array of gorgeous colours, the display of outfits that seemed to have walked right out of my dream. I miss every bit of it.
And once again I can do anything to have it back! *sigh*

Summer'08 and why it was awesome

Summer'08 was the best summer of my life.
Boards were finally over. Freedom was in the air. I adored the feeling of having nothing to do. And the best part was that two trips were right around the corner.
First trip was Chennai. Hardly a city to be excited about. But if you were going there to meet your bestest friend after a year and a half, you'd know the feeling.
So me and my half-cracked friend P sat in an airplane and took off to city of idlis and Kanjivaram sarees to spend 15 days of bliss in S's hot duplex house.
We laughed until we cried, ate until our tummies burst, shopped until we dropped, talked endlessly about the year gone by, danced till we embarrased our selves, got drunk and puked all over the bathroom, watched ridiculous movies, played childish games, made up silly stories to entertain each other and took a hell lot of crazy pictures. We did nothing and still had the best bloody two weeks of our lives.
The prospect of living through another great Summer helped me make it through this year. I knew that once I'd get to see S, and make up for all the lost time, life would make perfect sense. But, I'm starting to think it might not work out this Summer =( .
All I want right now is to have my Summer Sisters back....