Tit for Tat

Once upon a time, women in relationships wanted commitment read marriage here. They were scared that the man will soon dump her for other greener pastures and she will be left with,”log kya kahenge?”
Maybe the sex ratio was healthier then and there were more choices for men. Maybe we were slightly more in number; maybe we never tasted real freedom then. Maybe neighbours were too nosy then.
Men had their share of fun and wandered freely, not that they have stopped wandering now. Habits are difficult to change, hence, don’t expect a drastic change anytime sooner.
The tables are turning now. So men, be prepared to get a taste of your own medicine. With depleting sex ratio and increasing financial independence of the fairer sex, watch out guys!

The women of the present, is as commitment phobic as men from the past. They love sex like men, would not hesitate to bed you. But that is exactly what they need sometimes. One night stands, flings have flooded the vocabulary of the modern women. They love everything that is easy to love in life, mostly expensive (I must mention). They love their jobs, career but most importantly they love their freedom. So pleasure is important but not at the price of marriage, in many cases. They never shy away from dumping you because they know they are fewer in numbers. One goes, the other is bound to come knocking down. So nothing but the best will do for them.

Oops! Is it scary? Indeed, if I was a man of the today’s time. Knowing that the competition is fierce, scarcity is real so obviously would try to cling and ensure that atleast one is guaranteed through marriage. But the moment, you utter the magic words, she disappears.

Things are harsher for you, guys! Times are changing and maybe this is the payback time!

U-Turns

My life was a smooth highway and I often complained, “so boring, will there ever be a turn in this long route, why is it so straight?” Little did I know then, that the Almighty was listening with a whole lot of intent. Even before I could realize, life took a whole new U-turn and ever since I am going in circles. My head spins with surprises but I can’t complain. After all I asked for it.
It began with my physical transformation, first. From a fatso I became the sexy babe, people had no hesitation in labeling me as “hot”. Oops, too much to handle for a girl who couldn’t manage to make even a head turn in her prime. To a thirty plus woman flooded with compliments who don’t look her age. Come on, I exercised and followed strict diet schedule. Nobody noticed the hard work?
Second, came a jolt in my relationship status. I became single, sooner. And I would have enjoyed the singledom, only if I was available. I just didn’t know how to be available, call me what you may but all the attention was not my cup of tea. I succumbed to the pressure and made a wrong choice. This turning point became the steepest and I am back to square. I have no regrets though because I tried. So what if I failed, but it is my life and I am allowed to make mistakes. Can’t I?
Age hasn’t mellowed down my spirits. I would still like to dance, hang out with friends, be in a relationship and everything that the younger lot eyes for. Aren’t failures allowed to live life? Do I have to perish like the rest; lonely, sad, depressed and suicidal. So what if I am not someone’s wife, someone’s mother, someone’s daughter-in-law blah blah. I am still that daddy’s girl who loves pink, loves Cadbury’s, mushy romantic movies and dying to get a bouquet of red roses. Being on the wrong side of age can’t change my gender, can it?
I never started with the intention of breaking the standards but life just bumped into series of accidents which broke set patterns. I tried and failed. So be it. Does it mean I lead a dream-less life?

Easy ain't EASY

‘Easy’ never came easy to me. In life, at work, wherever I went. What people get on a platter, I had to starve myself to get some share. My fate or the force above just ensured that I have a hard time.
I was trouble the moment I stepped into this world. I gave my mom quite a difficult time, when she conceived me. I gave her an even difficult time on the labour room. And later, my dad spent many sleepless nights, just to put me to sleep.
The growing up years weren’t easy either. Every year was a new school for me and by the end of the session when I had just managed to make few friends; another new school would be waiting for me. The result being that I remained friendless most of my schooling years. College remained constant but the everyday travel was another saga better untold.
Job did happen and I managed to keep up the jobs too. But whenever an appraisal was expected, the company would do badly and although not my fault, I never managed to get my share of the extra work and night-outs.
Love life was even more agonizing. It always ended up in one disaster after the other. My failures could inspire a movie dedicated on love lost. The impact has been so legendary that my own people have acknowledged that I am incapable of being loved.
To top it all, I was born very average with no-killing looks to melt million hearts. Hence, no Samaritan comes my way to take my fall or make life a little easy for me. The only way it has been is to work hard, harder. And I know complaining will solve nothing at all. As if God is saying, “this is the way for you, take it or leave it.” Even leaving is not in my hands, so ‘taking all’ is the only option.
Yet, one thing that keeps me going is my undying spirit to get up and move on. The ability to dream and believe that good things will come to me, even if it is taking a long while than usual. The tenacity to tell myself that my time will come.
It hasn’t come by now and don’t know whether it’ll come at all.

The Grand Fall

While the rupee falls, values all around us have already fallen to unrecoverable lows. Atleast there is some hope for the economy to recover, if not now then sometime later. But will we recover, ever?
The holy men caught in unholy acts. In the name of who, I wonder! When caught in the act, these spiritually uplifted men have no qualms in victimizing the victim. In this world, when the traffic makes it so difficult to be on time, how can we expect God to find us on time?
Rape seems to be a favourite sport of the nation with no age limit. From the old to the young, it seems whoever is bored and wants some media glare, goes ahead and commits a gang-rape. Guess the Dark Ages where less dark for the fairer sex than this!
Relationships don’t last and we seem to move on too fast, faster than our city’s metro. The funniest thing, is those in a relationship are looking for opportunities to be free. And the singles are desperate to tie themselves down. What we fail to understand is that nothing comes for free. From the effort to pursue, to depreciating bank balance-first to impress, later to depress leaves most frequenting the counseling sessions.
Cuts in every form rules our days. Job-cuts, cost-cuts, budget-cuts, power-cuts, water-cuts, road-cuts…but what about the morality cuts? The feeling of deriving pleasure from the cuts of others and being oblivious to their pains, so much so that we drive away seeing the bleeding wounds of a fellow traveler just because our time is too precious than their survival time.
It is time we at least give a thought to the value-fall, maybe not as much as the rupee-fall but some thought to begin.