Guy-rations

Hi All (whoever actually stumbles upon this blog). Apologies for the long snooze. You see, I've been busy...umm, thinking about ways to prevent the third world war. Anyway, I recently went to Mumbai and something funny happened. I'll spare you the details but I'd definitely share my thoughts on what it got me thinking about. Of the 5 yrs that I've been travelling and working all over India, I came across different kinds of guys....

The loud, brash, good-at-heart nothie: This one's a stunner at the first glimpse but makes you run for your life the moment he opens his mouth. The gutwrenching abuses but heartwarming smile, cheap attitude but expensive clothing is what describes him best. Now that I've been missing home, the downpour of abusive language (that to in hindi-punjabi) has become music to my ears. ;D

The charmer: This one's a smooooothie...he's great at making interesting conversations, making promises and at showing you the carrot. Meet him for the night and watch him leave skid marks the next day.

The arrogant intellectual %@%%#: He's the eligible bachelor, has more degrees than clothes to wear (mostly wears his company T-shirts or college alumni ones :D), has more weight  to throw around than on himself. This one's usually found down south of India. If he's after you, you should be grateful (or so he thinks :D). Although he looks pretty disciplined, he's had more women than you can count.

The psychopath: This one will track, stalk and hunt you down until you cave in. A die-hard romantic but more committed than the ones above. Don't judge him, the dearth of women in his life makes him so. :D

The dominating daddy: uh uh uh..NO...don't even think of thinking naughty. This one thinks relationships are all about placing restrictions....the over obsessive, dominating jerk.

Ok, just my random rantings over some of 'em. Couldn't help but put my seldom judgemental mind to work. Feel free to share details about the types you've met or to throw stones at me (if you're a guy) :D :D

Whatever said, the deal is that we foolish women can't live without them. Dayum, you men!