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.

POINTLESS

Crazy is not really the correct word. But then thats exactly what the past few weeks have been. But there is a difference between a good crazy and a bad crazy. Fortunately for once its been good crazy for me.

If I want I can write a novel of a post here. Paint a beautiful picture of the places I visited, the wonders of nature I saw and conversations I had with myself. I guess that explains a lot.

Talking about a novel, I have to complete my unfinished one. Its going to be an year since I started writing it. Well that way a lot of things are going to reach the one year mark except my age which is doubling in double figures in a weeks time.

Thinking back in time is an amazing experience. When I take myself a year back I see an unemployed girl having a time of her life in a deserted hill of a campus with other unemployed people. ODing on romantic comedies and mooning, looning and drooling all over Hugh Jackman and Hugh Grant (whats with these Hughs, are you sure the pronunciation is not HOT in some other language?). Unfortunately the Vampires had not entered my life then.

Wow! that was just a year back? really? It suddenly seems like I have not had the time of my life for ages now.

DUCK WORTH

A short trip with my parents into the heart of nature might soon become the highlight of my life. So far and trust me this is very far, I have know clue what I want to be or do in this life. No one asked me whether I wanted this life or how I wanted it to be.

Creator the dictator just took the decisions and sent me on earth as a human being. A common stupid creation which he/she creates every two seconds. And the irony is through out this human life I am trying to be different.

Since this life is a decision made by the other, I am now working on my plans for the next. My choice shall prevail. I will make sure it does.

So I kind of have an idea what I want in my next life. This little trip I made this weekend helped me reach this decision. And for all the fossilized concerned people, my parents approve of my choice.

In my next life I wish to be born as a duck in the wild. Even better, a duck living in a resort on the banks of Kabini river in Karnataka, India.

If my plans workout this is how my next life will be:

I will definitley not be the Alpha duck so all I will have to do is follow one.

Wake up as the sun rises and follow my clan into the lake/pond/river. Its perfect morning workout as it requires a lot of cackling. But like dumb humans, ducks don't need to work out.

Float around in the water for a bit and then cackle back to the land, stroll around and dry myself.

Move closer to the soft ground again and breakfast with some worms and soft grass.

This is what I will be doing throughout the day.

In between I will cackle up and attack anybody who comes too close to my clan with a weird object in their hand.

When the sun starts setting again I will take one last round in the water come back, tuck my neck in and fall asleep.

The only thing I will dread is being eaten by a human or a crocodile.

What a beautiful life. I cannot wait to be born again as a slender white duck with an orange beak. You will be tempted to click a zillion pictures of me but if you get too close I will chase you and bite you.

From now on I shall pray and hope all of you will also pray that I come back to this earth as a duck. Colour, height or weight does not matter as long as I can float on water and cackle up a storm!