Show, show...what are you hiding?

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“See, now we can't even look at their face.”, complained a close friend of
the opposite gender who was very frustrated. Off course for a reason and that too a very valid one.
What do you do when the young or old women in my city has unanimously decided to cover their faces, the whole of it? Even the part that had to be left open (read the eyes) for practical reasons where sporting dark shades of all shapes. Can you still blame the men for feeling so disappointed?
I don't because what will they look at then? You can look at the greenery all around. You can anxiously look at the growing number of traffic and especially the mightier ones bullying themselves by getting too close to your comfort. But for how long? How will the guys keep their motivation running with all the fairer sex not even letting them the opportunity for a harmless glimpse?
More importantly why are the people of my tribe making so much effort to hide themselves behind those boring scarves? Imagine what would happen to us if we didn't have some handsome faces falling on our way to ogle at? Now, if you tell me that women don't stare, please get a life, gal!
We all stare and that is so human. We stare at the opposite sex whenever we get a chance, irrespective of our gender. Else they'll feel bad. Men and women alike, these days make so much effort to look good. And if we don't even make an effort to appreciate the hard work, that'll be so rude. Don't you think so?
So if the women in my city is reading this. You can surely do away with the unnecessary accessory. Otherwise why wear that new outfit or that special mascara, even that new lip colour if you don't have anyone to show it off.
The thing which scares me the most is the fact that will happen to us womankind if men take a tip from us and starts hiding behind those pale looking handkerchiefs? Just the way I saw a young guy today..couldn't even get a worthy dekko!

The saga behind a stare

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If you're a woman, you already know where I am coming from. But if you're a man, well get to know now!

At 2, when a girl is stared at, she goes all out of her way to get the admiration of her starers. She shows him all the trick that mommy must have taught her. Tricks like blink your eyes. Come on, open your tongue. Hey, where is your nose? And there she points at it through her fingers. The ones with a little higher intellect goes out of their way to even finish the lines of nursery rhymes her mom is starting with.
At 12, when a girl is stared at, she throws her attitude and tells the world “Yes, I know I am pretty.” She fixes her dress and tries to remove that unseen crease on her dress. She spends that little extra minute on the mirror. Admires the new curves in her body and tells herself that she has arrived. But the very next minute promises never to put on that extra flab and look like her mom. She is pretty and she will never get middle-aged or old, she promises herself. Better die than be seen with excess baggage.
At 22, when a woman is stared at, she checks the guy carefully. She must have created her very own check-list by now and goes matching the points. She looks for his bank balance and the vehicle he rides. She tries to probe on the salary figure, basically how many digits does it have. She might even encourage him for few conversations to find out whether he is for keeps. Because at this point of life she needs to settle down and arranged marriage is just not her thing. Overall she checks him out too, to find whether he is a nice catch.
At 32, when a woman is stared at, she feels the need to take matters in her own hand. If she is still single, the pressure is too much to handle. She has no time to waste. Chances are that the starers himself might get stalked for a while till his credentials come out in the open. And if she is married or in a relationship, she goes home to tell the hubby or the boyfriend that her market value is still on the steeper side. Puts her imagination to best use and takes the incident a little wee further. And I am sure the opposite sex does feel that she is a trophy to keep. Or maybe he curses the starer for not kidnapping her and taking her home.
At 42, when a woman is stared at, she feels having an orgasm. Wow! She stares back and her eyes are that of gratitude. It gives her a high that is indisputable to women all across the globe. She feels that she does exist. Her heart sings to the same song of youth. She never misses to compliment herself that despite her turning out to be just like her mommy, she still looks good. So what if the layers of flab are happily settled in the ever-broadening waistline, people stop and still take notice.
At 52, when a woman is stared at, come on we women don't have such disillusions in life! We know that you mean to look at the flashy car we travel in. Or you must be staring at the impressive solitaires comfortably placed that we fleeced from the hubby after years of nagging.
You are just jealous of our social standings because you don't have one and how dare we have it?

Monsoon Special

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Rain you ignited my emotions.
The romance and the long forgotten passion.
The fulfillment of unconditional surrender.
The warmth of the tightly held arms.

Rain you just kindled my hopes.
Of getting drenched in love.
Of living life to the fullest.
Of the touch to heal the heart.

Beyond everything, of moments that are far worth dying for...

So keep raining...till I get soaked
With love and much more...

Why the whys?

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Certain whys have never been able to find an answer from me and the more I try, the more distant it gets. Here is some from the list:

Why do women in our country still have to get married to settle down, even if she has the capacity to settle people around
Why do every man wants to marry someone who is beautiful (fair, slim with proportional vital stats), what will happen to the numerous just average girls
Why do people judge others all the time, when we do have qualified judges to give their hearing efficiently based on knowledge (not to forget the fast track cases)
Why is it that a single woman is always thought as available, even if she manages to get a restrain order from the highest authority of law
Why does the salary park itself so reluctantly in my account and drives to other accounts within few days, even if I-and-only I so eagerly wait for its arrival
Why do we never get what we really crave for, somebody else is always the better deserving in most times
Why does your love interest is interested in everything but you
Why do some never have it easy in life while some have a roller coaster life where the joy never ends
The whys keep intriguing more and more so much so that I begin to wonder if the problem is with me being such a slow learner in life. If you have answer to any of the whys don't feel shy, do drop in your answer...

Why should boys have all the fun?

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“But I kicked him out,” said she and giggled. “It is me who makes decision here and it is my way or I show them the highway,” she continued.
Now before you are too scared. Fear not. There are too many perks involved in being with her. And that is precisely the reason that she changes the men in her life with more ease than most women (like me) can afford new footwear. The best part is that there is no constraint. Age, religion, caste, marital status blah blah holds no bar. All she wants is just to live for the moment and have some good fun. And why not she doesn't need a man to support her? She is hot and not old. She is established. Sexually independentl and at times too much to handle.
The best part is that here is a woman who knows her mind. “I am not looking to marry them,” she clearly pronounces. Well, isn't she then every man's delight? But hey! Why do the exit happen at such regular intervals? Why does the search for the next man happen so random? Why does the sadness of loneliness and insecurity reflects in her eyes? Why is she the first one to come to work and the last to shut down (even when there is no work)? Why does her laughter never co-ordinate with her eyes?
Whoever thought that she is a rare specie, well, look harder. She is growing in numbers and statistics. She is the new, single woman. Afraid to commit. Scared to share her space. Madly in love with her independence. Yet doesn't have much hangs up to express her sexuality and fulfill her needs. Successful and intelligent. But alone, all alone...

Pyaar Hua...Ikrar Hua

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The good old days of romance will never be back and it is depressing. Now, I come from a family which is renowned to have successful love stories running for generations. Exceptions do exist and please don't embarrass me by probing any further. Well, that's another story.
The stories run deep in my family yet with every generation the essence of love is getting diluted. Now, I don't know how the main characters in the stories feel about it but sidies like me who are mere spectators feel disappointed.
To begin with the technology-edge have really been a spoilt sport. What happened to the days of good old letters? When people became pen friends first and wrote just letters to each other for months before even catching a glimpse. Here we are when emails, smses and mobiles just kill the thrill of suspending romance. Will love letters die an unnatural death? Hey, come on guys! You can do better. Keep writing letters and preserve each one of them to pass onto the next generation.
Web cams is another culprit of the present days. The days when lovers use to cycle out miles or traverse through various difficulties just to meet the significant other. How can web cams etc. give you the charm of meeting the special one after waiting for days and planning meticulously to avoid onlookers?
The worst spoiler is our broadminded upbringing. We are the generation of instant gratification. Let us check each other out first seems to be the new mantra. Can we compensate for the romantic era of holding hands and just staring at each other as if the world has just passed by? Things would go with the flow and just a glimpse of the someone special would be enough to sustain the other.
People would just elope and financials were overlooked but does it happen in these days? We train ourselves to fall in love with someone who is comfortable. So no scope for rebel or the ideal story of rich girl meeting a poor guy and vice versa. No running. No resistance. The concept of love cum arranged is the new arrangement where everyone is happy. Now it is not that I am complaining. Who am I to complain and for what do I raise my voice? But wish the flavour of those days romance do make a successful comeback where to love was never a well-thought arrangement. It just happened...

Happy Father's Day!

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Father's Day sneaked past and I had nothing special to speak to my baba (dad). Quite embarrassingly it was way past afternoon that I even remembered the occasion which is very usual of me. I am oh-so-miserable with dates.
I wanted to say many things to him but the minute I heard his voice, my thoughts evaporated and my message got lost somewhere. Can't blame anyone, my growing up days were different from the present generation. Being the only man in the household, we all loved him yet he commanded a respect which kept us distant from him. He was dearly loved but kept at a comfortable distance out of respect for the position he held as the “Head of the family”. Maa was more accessible and Baba was like the demi-God in the household whom everybody worshiped.
This is to let you know that my life wouldn't be the same without u, baba. Just because I don't open up to you doesn't mean that I don't care or love you any less. Be there for me like you've always been.
Here's a list of things for which it's time to say thanks:
For making me sit on that small red seat on your cycle which you specially got made for me and taking me everywhere with you
For burning the midnight oil with me after work to ensure that I clear my first Board Examination with passing marks in Maths
For pushing me out of home and preaching me all the way to fight my own battles, so what if I am a girl
For telling me countless times (despite my irritation) to be careful while crossing the road and in life knowing how I always tend to invite accidents
For never compromising with my education and putting me to the best of schools even if that meant forgoing a lot of luxury in life
For wishing the best for me and finding a life partner (even if the decision went wrong somewhere)
For being there for me when I am at the worst phase of my life and sometimes fighting hard for me with the rest of the world
For warning me everyday to be cautious and bombarding me with questions just to clear my mind
For calling me without fail whenever I am down and out just to tell me that I belong to you
Thank You! Baba, for being in my life. For letting me know that I'll always be your child no matter what. For trusting me with the biggest decisions in my life.
Life wouldn't have been the same without you. Guess that is why the Almighty made Fathers in this world to make life a little more easy for many daughters like me.
Keep healthy always because we need our fathers no matter where we go.
Happy Father's Day to all the dads and my dad too!