"Only real things matter in this life, and there's enough nasty realness to keep you worried and scared without inventing other mad stuff. The things to be frightened of in this world are just around the corner, hiding in your beans-on toast existence, That's where true evil breeds best. Under your noses, in plain sight: it's domestic abuse of the terrified wife three doors down and her neighbor's who turn the telly up to drown out the noise; it's the nurse in the care home who hates herself and takes it out on the patients; its the kids too scared to speak out; it's the man kicking his dog in the ribs because it doesn't bite back...it's everywhere around us. Society, that's the Petri dish where evil flourishes, not in empty old houses like this beauty"

Excerpt from Dancing Jax written by Robin Jarvis

At the Fair by Khalil Gibran

There came to the Fair a girl from the country-side, most comely. There was a lily and a rose in her face. There was a sunset in her hair, and dawn smiled upon her lips.

No sooner did the lovely stranger appear in their sight than the young men sought her and surrounded her. One would dance with her, and another would cut a cake in her honor. And they all desired to kiss her cheek. For after all, was it not the Fair?

But the girl was shocked and started, and she thought ill of the young men. She rebuked them, and she even struck one or two of them in the face. Then she ran away from them.

And on her way home that evening she was saying in her heart, “I am disgusted. How unmannerly and ill bred are these men. It is beyond all patience.”

A year passed during which that very comely girl thought much of Fairs and men. Then she came again to the Fair with the lily and the rose in her face, the sunset in her hair and the smile of dawn upon her lips.

But now the young men, seeing her, turned from her. And all the day long she was unsought and alone.

And at eventide as she walked the road toward her home she cried in her heart, “I am disgusted. How unmannerly and ill bred are these youths. It is beyond all patience.”

Us women, we should learn something from the opposite sex. (Yes, once in a blue moon they may be able to teach us something).

Confidence.

Its just one simple word. But so very difficult to attain.

Most men have an uncanny almost obnoxious sense of confidence when it comes to the opposite sex. Most women lack that sense of confidence.

A not so attractive man (trying to be politically correct here!), more often than not, does not think twice before walking up to a woman in a bar/pub and try and start a conversation with her. I'm not referring to his ability to have a conversation or why he is having that conversation. Its just the simple fact that he has the courage to walk up to that woman and say something.

Women rarely have that. Most women would think twice before she walks up to someone she likes.

While i'm typing this post, a couple of reasons for this just popped up in my head.

1. A woman walking up to a guy to talk to him. Most guys would think that she is a whore. She wants to sleep with me. That sort of gives their already bloated ego more air.

2. A woman walking up to a guy to talk to him. Society has always taught women that they are the ones who should be courted. Not the other way round. Though women nowadays are proving society wrong. But there are certain things that, unconsciously, women do believe.

3. A woman walking up to a guy to talk to him. Women don't take rejection too well. Though I think that unlike women (who, lets face it, can be real bitches and tell a guy what she really thinks of him), men are not so, lets say, on your face about rejection, when women approach them.

I'm not sure who should be blamed for this. The women, who think that just because a guy looks nice, he is better than her. The men, who tend to not look at women who don't have big boobs and a tiny waist. The society/media, which has put an insane pressure on women to look a certain way. The parents, who have, maybe, made the child believe that she is not beautiful. The friends, who think they are better looking than she is.

Here is an example of the stupid clients I was referring to in my earlier post.

True Story.

A man and a woman got married. They got married because their parents forced them to get married. They stayed together for two days. Since then they have been living apart. Now they want a divorce. They have a query......wait for it.......wait for it........

"We plan to get married again at an auspicious time. Our marriage did not work out because we got married at a very inauspicious time. If we get a divorce, can we get married again?"!!!

back to basics!

So, i'm planning to do my masters. Excited!!

Things hopefully work out and I am able to go where I want to do what I want.

I'm actually relived that Dad and I agreed on me applying for my masters next year. The thought of another year in this office was giving me the jitters!

It'll be a year in October since I have been working in this office. I'm already tired of it. Tired of drafting suits for recovery and property matters. Tired of arguing on behalf of the stupidest of clients (who issues a check to another knowing that the a/c does not have that kind of money? I mean...cmon!!!).

I am done experimenting with different aspects of law. Now, I want to get back to what I know and like best. The reason why I thought of studying law in the first place.

And the first step to that...doing my masters!!

Future plans...here I come!!!

Clothes maketh the (wo)man

Its funny how going shopping can make you feel fat or not-so-fat for the rest of the day!

A good day shopping is equally proportionate to the way one feels for the rest of the day.

If I find jeans that fit well after having to look for not so long, my backside doesn't look all that huge! Or, if I find a dress that looks good, my legs just seem shapelier for the rest of the day. Or a top that fits well makes me feel like I have shapely arms and a Cleopatra neck!

I wonder if the clothes companies know that kind of power they have. To change the way a person perceives herself, even for a day, is truly a power that comes with great responsibility. In todays day and age when no body type is perfect, the not to thin do not have the slightest of chance of being able to be comfortable in the way they look. If your family doesn't say anything, the media will. The advertisements in the newspaper and magazines, the hoardings all over the city. If one manages to ignore that then a look from someone walking the street definitely will!

In the midst of all this, to be able to walk into a store and actually find something that fits you, doesn't make you look like a bloated balloon and doesn't look like something a grandmother would wear gives a person a sense of confidence that no words or any amount love and affection could give.

From hmmmm to hmph!

After 8 months of doting over my boss I have finally reached a stage where I can officially say that he is not perfect :P.

I feel like any other normal person now, when I sit over a few beers with my colleague and, with vengeance I did not know I had for the man I call 'Sir', complain and crib about his ways.

Like right now for instance. Its 5:40 pm, 3 days before Courts in delhi shut, and there is absolutely nothing to do in office. NOTHING. Despite of this, i'm still stuck in office. And the weather outside is really not helping the whole situation in any way!

AND i'm going to end this post abruptly because the more I write about the ways of the Boss, the more its gets me pissed!

Shaddi ka laddo..umm..but i'm on a diet! (Part 1)

It all started off as any other evening. I came home from work. Switched on the computer wanting to socialise with my lovely virtual friends. Then suddenly I received an email (umm..not that people dont email me or anything, but I wasnt expecting any at that point of time..hence it was sudden!). It was a marriage invite. Not just any marriage invite. It was a marriage invite from the one person whom I never thought i'd receive an invite so soon in life!

Excitement ensued. The funny thing about excitement is that its like a drug. It gives you this high, but then you invariably crash. This time, I didn't crash alone. 'We' crashed. So, while 'friend soon to be married' was happily going to get married soon (uhh..), 'friend who should be getting married' and 'friend who doesn't know whether she wants to get married' were crashing from that dizzy happy news induced high!

Suddenly it dawned on us that we were getting old (yeah baby!!) and that while one was dating a guy who might decide to get married when her biological clock has run out of batteries and is not even ticking anymore, the chances of the other finding anyone to get married were so dim that it was almost dark!

We decided to put our whizzy brains together and did some calculation.

35: Age till which one can atleast hear the ticking of the clock before one needs a hearing aid!

25: Current Age

10: Years we have to find someone (for the one who hasn't). Fall in love. Convince him to marry us. Like the inlaws. Have a baby. Live Happily .

Why do i feel like Bridget Jones? Like I'll end up dying alone with alsatians around me?

Ok..so Bridget Jones found Mark Darcy...hmmm.....

Who?? Me??

Right. New place in life. New blog. It took me 7 months to feel an urge to start a blog again. I'm glad :). I had thought that my need to write had almost disappeared. I was starting to get depressed about that.
Things have been happening in super fast mode around me and I had to find some shelter. Nothing better than writing.
Sooo....for whoever gives a damn..I'm Back!