Men with extremely short T'shirts are a put off. Someone needs to tell them that. I volunteer to do so. Since I am into social service I will do all of you one more favour.
When you choose to wear those extremely short T'shirts please remember that no one is interested in seeing your butt crack. A man's face and torso are the only things worth attention. The rest should be kept under wraps.
It gets worse when you are wearing a a gem studded belt thinking you are all cool. It does not work dude. It's grose! And to top it all you give a sneek peak of your blazing red chaddis!
Seriously man! If you want to show off your undies, wear something classier. Even then please don't show that off. It is hideous and ridiculous.
When Saif Ali Khan shows off its different. He is not great either but then things on screen look better, there is a screen in between.. remember!
Well, a lot of this might apply to us women also.
In another fashion era getting a peek at someone's Chaddi used to be an absolute delight. "Aye! teri chaddi dikh rahi hai! Wasn't there a delight in pointing that out to someone. Attracting the worlds attention to it. There were cleverer ways of saying this. Like I know the colour of your chaddi today! and the victim would challenge how? and you can say its magenta I can see it. And the best one was Free Show!
But the fun is all over in this new fashion era, where you get to see so many varied varieties and cannot even say "teri chaddi dikh rahi hai!" Well if we are going to be broad minded and accept free shows, then there should be some equality.
If you can turn a blind eye to a scarlet thong then an innocent black bra strap or white baniyan sleeve should not bother you either. Whats it with trying to be so careful about it all the time.
We all know we all wear one. So why so much hyperness if it peek out once in a while. We should be fair to both the under dogs, either hide both or allow both some amount of freedom to both.
Even they need to see what the world looks like once in a while.
Having said all that, I still hold that men with extremely short T'shirts are a BIG turn off!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
RED TREE
On my way back from lunch I cross a beautiful tree. It has red leaves. Green and red leaves. I have been walking that way everyday for almost over a month now. But I saw this tree just yesterday.
I never saw it earlier because I never saw anything. That day there were too many people walking back with me. As usual I was walking alone. But this time I was looking around and talking in my head that how I should talk more.
And then bang, I was staring at this tree. I stopped for a brief second to confirm its beauty. Red and green shading a small part of the pavement. I walked by it again today and stared at it again. I just hope it does not mind being stared at by me.
It's sort of magical. I have a feeling that at night that tree looks very different. Maybe its turns completely red and has a small passage in it's trunk which leads you to a new world. Like the Enchanted Woods in the Folk of the Faraway Tree by Enyid Blyton. A world which has beautiful fairies and lovely wood folk. Perhaps one or two vegetarian Vampires also!
Someday I want to walk up to this tree at night and find the path the leads into this world. But I will not reveal the location of this passage. The moment other humans find out, they will hack and ruin my new world just like they have ruined the one here.
If I ever do go there, I might just not comeback. I don't like this world, its too evolved. But till I get there, I will live in this world dreaming of the little passage in my magical tree that leads to a magical world.
I never saw it earlier because I never saw anything. That day there were too many people walking back with me. As usual I was walking alone. But this time I was looking around and talking in my head that how I should talk more.
And then bang, I was staring at this tree. I stopped for a brief second to confirm its beauty. Red and green shading a small part of the pavement. I walked by it again today and stared at it again. I just hope it does not mind being stared at by me.
It's sort of magical. I have a feeling that at night that tree looks very different. Maybe its turns completely red and has a small passage in it's trunk which leads you to a new world. Like the Enchanted Woods in the Folk of the Faraway Tree by Enyid Blyton. A world which has beautiful fairies and lovely wood folk. Perhaps one or two vegetarian Vampires also!
Someday I want to walk up to this tree at night and find the path the leads into this world. But I will not reveal the location of this passage. The moment other humans find out, they will hack and ruin my new world just like they have ruined the one here.
If I ever do go there, I might just not comeback. I don't like this world, its too evolved. But till I get there, I will live in this world dreaming of the little passage in my magical tree that leads to a magical world.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
A STUPID BLOG POST
It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
Yeah! I know I am getting cooler now. Quoting songs, that to English ones and famous ones.
The song sort of just sums up a lot we do every day. It can't get more obvious than this one.
It occurred to me that perhaps I saw one tiny bit of my life coming to a circle. As usual I am not to sure if the circle is complete. As usual I will need some help from the wise ones to figure this out.
So 20 years ago I had my first peek into celebrity world and since then I never really looked out of it. The whole array of good looking men saying and doing all the right things. Living a life which suddenly became the type of life that was the most ideal.
To add to the all the beautiful fantasies were those absolutely beautiful books. These books are even cooler. They let you decide how the hero looks. So books and movies dominate my life.
20 years on nothing changes.
However, the sad part is that most of these great looking actors were born almost over a decade before I was. Very sad. It always breaks my heart. But then I say to myself so what! and continue my romance with men behind the screen.
After almost 2 decades I have come across a book which just leaves me asking for more. I am exposed to the world of Vampires and I read about the most beautiful one! Wow!
Then I watch the film made on this book and the guy who plays the Vampire, is absolutely stunning. And the after so many years there is a man behind that screen who is my age. Sigh relief!
But it put a lot of things into perspective. I thought of my niece who is four now. In another 10 years she will also join this little world. At that point of time she will probably like this beautiful Vampire too. Watch the movie and the trail will follow.
And bang she will find out he is as old as her aunt! I know how it feels. The first reaction is that you start hating your aunt!
And at the same time she will find out her aunt too is a smitten kitten at 30 something, single and hopefully very preety atleast by then!
So thats coming a full circle. The circle of life.
This is the stupidist thing that one will ever read or write. Sorry for this torture my friends. But I am sure you can sort this out for me.
The song sort of just sums up a lot we do every day. It can't get more obvious than this one.
It occurred to me that perhaps I saw one tiny bit of my life coming to a circle. As usual I am not to sure if the circle is complete. As usual I will need some help from the wise ones to figure this out.
So 20 years ago I had my first peek into celebrity world and since then I never really looked out of it. The whole array of good looking men saying and doing all the right things. Living a life which suddenly became the type of life that was the most ideal.
To add to the all the beautiful fantasies were those absolutely beautiful books. These books are even cooler. They let you decide how the hero looks. So books and movies dominate my life.
20 years on nothing changes.
However, the sad part is that most of these great looking actors were born almost over a decade before I was. Very sad. It always breaks my heart. But then I say to myself so what! and continue my romance with men behind the screen.
After almost 2 decades I have come across a book which just leaves me asking for more. I am exposed to the world of Vampires and I read about the most beautiful one! Wow!
Then I watch the film made on this book and the guy who plays the Vampire, is absolutely stunning. And the after so many years there is a man behind that screen who is my age. Sigh relief!
But it put a lot of things into perspective. I thought of my niece who is four now. In another 10 years she will also join this little world. At that point of time she will probably like this beautiful Vampire too. Watch the movie and the trail will follow.
And bang she will find out he is as old as her aunt! I know how it feels. The first reaction is that you start hating your aunt!
And at the same time she will find out her aunt too is a smitten kitten at 30 something, single and hopefully very preety atleast by then!
So thats coming a full circle. The circle of life.
This is the stupidist thing that one will ever read or write. Sorry for this torture my friends. But I am sure you can sort this out for me.
Monday, February 8, 2010
ARMED FOR MOSQUITO ATTACKS
There is good news for people with fat arms like mine. Recently, the layers of fat on my arm saved me from a mosquito attack. Well am serious. I do not have and scientific tests or surveys to prove this. But I have the testimony of my own eyes, my arms and the mosquito that is no more. You have no option but to believe me.
It happened one evening, when I was sitting in my office and reading random stuff online. I am sure the fellow was sitting on my right arm for quite some time. Well time, which in mosquito world is enough to suck out a large amount of human blood.
So, this mosquito was sitiing on my arm trying to get some snack out of me. I noticed it after sometime, really working hard. And then I did what one is supposed to do to mosquitoes caught snacking on you. I lifted my left hand and smashed it with my palm.
From experience I know that when you kill a mosquito who is still feeding on you, there is a splash of blood that spurts out from his/her body. Considering the time that mosquito had spent on me he should have been over fed. But there was no trace of blood when I killed it.
Shock was my first reaction too. Also there was no trace of a bite on my around that area of arm. After days of thinking I came to some insightful insights.
I realised that the mosquito was unable to penetrate the layers of fat on my arm to get the blood he needed. My fat arms saved me from a host of deadly diseases which could have been injected into me. Which also implies that fat arms are good for immunity. They keep us safe from life threatening attacks.
The thin ones can wear sleeveless tops to a party in the open and end up in bed (well from whichever angle you want to see that bed) next day. But thanks to our fat arms, we can wear sleeveless and stay out of bed (read the bracket above).
So women and men don't feel sad about those arms. They are a life saver and I say that from personal experience. Thank God! for all the fat in my arms I now value every layer of it.
It happened one evening, when I was sitting in my office and reading random stuff online. I am sure the fellow was sitting on my right arm for quite some time. Well time, which in mosquito world is enough to suck out a large amount of human blood.
So, this mosquito was sitiing on my arm trying to get some snack out of me. I noticed it after sometime, really working hard. And then I did what one is supposed to do to mosquitoes caught snacking on you. I lifted my left hand and smashed it with my palm.
From experience I know that when you kill a mosquito who is still feeding on you, there is a splash of blood that spurts out from his/her body. Considering the time that mosquito had spent on me he should have been over fed. But there was no trace of blood when I killed it.
Shock was my first reaction too. Also there was no trace of a bite on my around that area of arm. After days of thinking I came to some insightful insights.
I realised that the mosquito was unable to penetrate the layers of fat on my arm to get the blood he needed. My fat arms saved me from a host of deadly diseases which could have been injected into me. Which also implies that fat arms are good for immunity. They keep us safe from life threatening attacks.
The thin ones can wear sleeveless tops to a party in the open and end up in bed (well from whichever angle you want to see that bed) next day. But thanks to our fat arms, we can wear sleeveless and stay out of bed (read the bracket above).
So women and men don't feel sad about those arms. They are a life saver and I say that from personal experience. Thank God! for all the fat in my arms I now value every layer of it.
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