I'm a man!

Yess! Today I'm convinced. I like beer! I feel the need to be with my gang more than my guy. I feel I can handle my situations on my own. I llllove bikes and love to ride them. I lift my guy up. No wonder they called me the most feminine tomboy in school. Maybe in some situation someone asked me to 'face it like a man' and I took it too seriously??..Oh Well...They said it.

It's public!

Wow! After almost six months, I've made my blog public. Honestly, it makes me a little nervous. I mean I'm actually inviting people to throw stones at me.(For writing crap, if you're wondering!). And then I have this responsibility of keeping my reader entertained. Wow! I feel like a character out of a Yash Chopra flick...sticky mushy music, dames in chiffons, dudes straight out of the milkybar factory, fits of pelvic gyrations in exotic locales...Ewwww!

Where are we going? We women. I see a lot of these independant, twenty something women, very independant, ambitious, careeristic but failing miserably in pesonal life. Is it the new age fad? Well I'm not a grandma saying all this and boasting of my time being way better. I'm also very much a part of this stereotype i just explained. But this really gets me thinking. Is this the new age pre-midlife crisis? Or it's just something that independant women always face? And now that question that scares me the most. Is it just me? Is it just me who has failed to keep up any relationship. Is it my childlike heart that moves on from one toy to another wishing it had everything. And once it has a new toy, it gets bored of it in two days? Sometimes, I feel like one of those rich men who lay women all their life and then later realize they've never found true love. But NO! Wait, I'm going too far off. I'm a woman, capable of being loved, capable of loving, it's just that I need more love that I can give. Wow, how honest will I get? Or rather, let's put it this way. I'm a grown up woman physically, but I have a heart of a child and mind of an artist, both fighting for their own space. What say ladies?

Toilet education

She's back!! And I couldn't have waited any longer for her. She's my love, my best friend, my source of food for thought, the been-there-done-that lady. Hehe. We didn't have a lot of days on our hands to be together this time and I don't think she wants to spend much time with me anymore anyway. However, here's the good part. Now that she was here, how could we not do what we did best together: Chat, chat and chat. Well, mostly sensible stuff from her end and head nods from mine. And then moving to some arbitly random topic which would seemingly get aborted by cackles of laughter. It didn't take her too long to rattle off one of what we call "Jinuisms." We were getting out from a club and hitting the ladies room (Quite obviously after a lot of alcohol and faff) and here it came "I don't like going to public loos, coz i feel I'm resting my bum where the rest of the world does" :D

The importance of a guy

His words are echoing in my head. "Your casual attitude kills me." This gets me thinking. Are guys more emotional than women are? Or is it just me? Or is it just me and my guy? He claims he's love struck and I'm not reciprocating the way he wants. Is it really that way? I feel it's just that I'm more practical than he is and he's reached the 'lovestruck' stage when I"m out of it. But if I think of it, have I been very good at anything? I haven't given anything my best. Haven't pursued anything tirelessly. Is it that? Is it that I lack in love? Or I'm just more independant than he wants his girl to be? If a girl is reading this, please answer me. Do you at any time feel that your guy is more emotional than you are? Does your guy have this kind of a complaint from you? Or am I really like a guy? I'm like those insensitive male assholes who don't care about their girls? For now, I think I am. Maybe I should just leave this poor guy to find his love in someone else and not waste time on me. Atleast he deserves someone who can love him better.

A 'Spa-Cial' Experience

Just the other day, we went to a place I dread the most. A SPA!! Yeah, I know that sounds weird. The temple of relaxation, home for the stressed...blah blah. And believe it or not there are people like me who dread the name of it. The sheer thought of choking aroma oils, a masseuse, and a kinky atmosphere puts me off. Coming out of that fear was a brave act for me. So, here we were at the Tangerine Spa in Hyderabad. (Oh by the way, this was a quaint city in India which is now turning full gear into a technology township.) A spa by Latitudes, is in Jubilee Hills. As I entered the dark dungeons, I couldn't imagine myself coming out of it alive. A humble masseuse directed me to my 'room' where I was to be supposedly given a 'treatment.' (Hey, nothing's wrong with me. I came here for a massage, not for a TREATMENT!!) Anyway, I was petrified so I followed her like a scared lamb. Well, as I expected, the atmosphere was dark, the traditional instrumental music and a me with another girl! Had it been a guy things would've been different but..Ahem! anyway. I was greeted by the so-called Tangerine tradition of washing and drying your feet and making you feel at home. As I tried to control my horror, the masseuse started her 'treatment.' The first sensation and I burst into fits of laughter. So much so that she had to ask me if I was okay. What started as a horror story, turned into a funny affair. All in all, I loved it!

Choosing the name

I'd like to ask all the authors this question. How do you choose a title? For an amateur like me, this seemed to be the most difficult part. From animal names to names of Greek Goddesses, I tried to fit it all into this little space provided by Blogger, but somehow nothing seemed to work. I had come to a moment where i was spending hours thinking bout the ideal name. Wait a minute...ideal...idol...idiotic...idiosyncrasies. Aaah..now you know how I got it? So, all you literature junkies out there, don't waste time making sense out of the title. Read on, and get amused! Once again, welcome to my blog :)