NOT SO OFFENSIVE

So it seems a lot of chairs rattled after reading my previous post. I had some interesting discussions with a friend over email. It does add a bit to what I say. So bear with my lashing words yet again. Fortunately its an excerpt and not the entire conversation so your blood pressure won't shoot up too high this time. Here goes it:

"....We have super powers but we hide them, our power has been converted into a taboo. No one should know when it happens.

Why does the chemist still hide a Whisper pack in a newspaper and a hideous black polythene bag?

What am trying to say is that very conveniently someone converted our strength into our weakness.

Its time we realise that and set the equations right.

It won't happen tomorrow but maybe it could just start with asking for a pack of Whisper over the counter and refusing to hide it in a hideous black bag."

That the product is called Whisper is a sign itself that we need to shout!

OFFENSIVE

Once every month I hate being a woman! The anticipation and the pain kills me. It reminds me there is something happening in this body and can be only stopped briefly if I make use of it. Or I just have to wait and get older and older till its gone forever.

This, one of the very woman things is responsible for a lot of stuff imposed on us. So woman can't do hard work because for a few days every month they bleed like pigs (am not sure if pigs bleed a lot I could not think of another animal). They cannot be good at sports because movement could be troublesome during those days.

They should be confined to their homes and locked in isolation because they are impure, probably toxic. And they better not enter any of the sacred religious places because God or whoever that thing is does not like impurity.

Well if ovulating makes us impure once a month then men should be kept in isolation all their life! Aren't those things they have always in great numbers throughout the year and throughout their freaking life!. Even vampire males seem to have a good stock of it. They don't bleed because of it but the sight of a bosom makes it rush.

And since when did God or whoever it is start turning up his nose to impurity? Well She/he created it so they better deal with it.

Then comes the hard work and being weak bit. Guys, try shoving out a live human from your body and then talk about your strength. Even when that live thing is in our body we work more than you do.


You complain about women getting preference when it comes to the job market, or getting a house? Do a double check and see all the preferential treatment you get away with by just having a lifeless thing hanging between your legs. Something you are super proud of.

But hey guys you need a woman to get that thing working (unless you are gay)!

I am super embarrassed by my previous post. Sometimes you do things in a fit of passion and then you want to hide under the table.

This is not the first time something like this has occurred. Its something that happens very frequently and thats why I always want to sit under the table.

Is passion bad? No! passion is the key to success! But boughts of passion are bad. Changing passions are bad. Once your passion changes, you regret all you did when you were passionate about it.

I know everything and yet I make these mistakes. Am going under the table now.

CONNECTIONS

It was the best birthday ever. The sorrow of stepping really close to 25 was taken over by a surge of surprises. Whoever needs boy friends when you have an awesome lot of friends pulling the best surprise ever on your birthday? No boyfriend ever will be able to do this.

And today someone else is where I was last week. He came to my birthday in one of his avatars but he will not see me in his. So this post is for him.

He plays the role of someone I probably love more than him but he is not him. He is someone else different from what he plays on screen. He is not as beautiful as him but he is beautiful in his own way.

His eyes are the most beautiful ones I've ever seen. I could use the same words that Bassanio uses to describe Portia's eyes in Merchant of Venice.

There is more to him than just the beauty of his face. And it makes me very very curious. This man who shot to fame and is loved by all has some lurking sadness within him. Either this is true or he is just a great actor!

We do have some link. We came to the world at the same time. We formed into our being simultaneously, though I was faster than him. We were created at the same time.

There is some connect. I don't want to marry him at present. I will be more than happy to see him with the girl they say he is currently dating.

But I want to sit somewhere and talk to him. Listen to all the theories he has about life. And maybe he would like to listen to some of mine. Then give each other a high five and go our ways. If we are meant to be together then we would probably meet again.

For once I am being realistic. Age does that to you.

Cut!

Sometimes I imagine my life to be a never ending film. While I sit and write, there is a cut to something that is happening in my life. I can't see it but someone can.

I'm curious now. But hey! I have been cut off. There is no way of finding out. There is no script. At least I don't have it.