Feminist

I'm still not sure what or who a feminist is. Someone told me they're women who take their clothes off for issues. I wonder if there's a male version. Masochist ? No, maybe masculinist sounds better.

What the hell is an image consultant ? Maybe he advises people about their dress, their make-up.. sounds like a stupid job to have. But why is he given importance in the newspaper? Why take his opinion ? Like being a dream therapist, or lifestyle teacher. Is everyone so dumb that they need someone to teach them how to live, or need someone to interpret their meaningless dreams. Looks like some farce to get money out of people.
What is the world coming to...

But the Butt..

Muslim societies in India are largely traditional, and especially so when it comes to choosing partners for marriage. The modus operandi - potential groom's parents visit homes of potential brides and talk about marriage. I've heard pretty bizarre stories about these visits- ranging from a dance done by the girl to woo her future mom-in-law (nope, its not a lesbian tendency), to the two to three days' holiday sponsored by the potential bride's parents to the future in laws. And all this apart from the norm of offering lands and girls who are walking talking mini jewellery stores as dowry. Of course, its not clear what strategies work to win over potential in laws. But The craziest thing I ever heard recently from my relative was this; the groom's mom asked how the girl's derriere was. ?????
Spanking, anyone...
Sure there's indirect reference to disapproval over a woman's bust size, or her short stature, but, the butt..? I don't get this.

Another year & Almost Married

My last post was Spetember 16th 2007. I can't believe its already 2008. Two Eids and he wished me for both, 25th Dec and he thought I ran away with Santa Claus when I didn't reply to his message (Santa would've been nicer with genuine presents), another new year and I wished him love (hopefully mine) and luck(not some of my bad luck).. And then it all ended.

Happy New Year everybody. Hope you've got all your resolutions in place. I haven't any. I got bored of blogging because I thought I'd met the man of my life, who created a storm in my heart (and bruised it when he left :( , and doesn't everyone cry when they're sad ?

And to think I got to know he was lying about his age just before we met (he never for once sounded like someone over 40, I don't believe this). And of all people, his ex-wife lets me know about him and in very polite words asks me to not persist because their business that they both run together would be in disarray. Everything seemed so bizarre, was it possible for someone to lie so consistently (maybe he's mentally imbalanced), so constantly.. I wish I knew the truth, but then again, do I care anymore ? And he actually spoke to my father. What an absurd story.

But I wouldn't forgive him. Well, no, I'm not so harsh. And to think he had children too, maybe.. Those poor babies of his.

Oh well, at least, its better to stay single and safe than be married and sorry. Right ? I don't know.

Today has to be the most beautiful day of January and I bet its going to rain in the evening.

Strange Days

Today happens to be one of those days. Like all the other days previously that passed by. Something about today.. some kind of nostalgia and at the same time a sense of urgency that I need to do something. There are beads hung at the corner ends of the green curtains. And each time the wind enters violently, they swing inwards, almost hitting my eyes and the beads clash against the wall with a little sound. Its warm, but its cloudy and I know it might rain.
Its pleasant, but its still fraught with the unknown of the future.
I just can't pinpoint it. So familiar, yet a different new day. Its not deja-vu.
I don't know. Its like one of those days when I get the feeling that I have to do something, that there is something incomplete that I need to finish. And by tomorrow, when I awake that feeling will have gone away. What is it? !!!! I need to know.

The Ball

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SMS that my sister got...

Kind , intelligent, loving and hot
This describes everything u r not.
I see your face when I dream
That's why I always wake up and scream
I love your smile, your face and your eyes
Damn, I'm good at telling lies.
What inspired this enormous rhyme ?
2 parts vodka, I part lime !

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Everyone loves balls. No one can resist them. You can bounce them, kick them, throw them up, play catch, twirl them, hit someone with them, break window panes, make new friends - the possibilities that balls hold are limitless. Ok. Now for all who were thinking everything other than a ball, sorry and shame on you. I love playing ball. I still have my very own treasured green rubber ball with a picture of Appu the elephant mascot in yellow rubber glued to it. Why am I writing about the ball? I don't know. Just that some kids were playing and their white ball fell near to where the black goats were grazing on that grassy patch near my window. The rheumatic shepherd picked up the ball and morphed his body to resemble that of a bowler (of cricket), and threw the ball. Ah! No one can resist throwing back a ball, especially when they can show off their bowling skills. The Ball. What an incredible invention.