the life of a woman

the life of a woman is in a way entwined with that of a man. how much ever the feminist in me tries to defy this statement, deep down, she knows it is the truth. take our birth for instance..even though, it is the woman who gives birth, almost all the daughters are mesmerized with their fathers.till teenage, it is the father who catches the fantasy of the young girl. dropping off at school, helping her get ready in the morning, solving mathematical problems and of course, the occasional treats, the father is there in all...
younger brother....need to take care of him.... bring him up in a good way( hoping that he doesnt get misled by your behavior). being the guardian when he is getting ragged or just being his mentor whenever he is in distress.. a different role yet again..
first crush... first love...and the likes...if the guy is happy, you are jubilant.if he is sad, you are depressed. somehow the outcomes in his life has a greater impact on the girl's life.
marriage...this one according to me looks the most crucial in making or breaking a girl's life..,. out of the blue, you have to adjust to another set of relatives...their whims and fancies...caught between toeing the line and making everybody happy, the girl realizes that she is lost. amidst all the hue and cry created about the union, congruence and the likes, neither does she have her father to protect her nor does she have a brother's shoulder to lean on...her own friends at different stages in life cycle can no longer relate to the new problems faced by her... the husband himself is a new character..too early to trust and pour out your misgivings to...the mother suddenly starts treating her daughter as a grown up girl...faced with all these expectations from different quarters, she feels isolated, alone...

Dad Vs Fiance

When a gal sets out to search for a suitable guy for marriage, little does she realise that sub- consciously she is looking for all the traits her dad exhibits.This often ends in disappointment as intelligent and self-assured guys have become a part of a diminishing race. Qualities like One stop shop for all joy and miseries, reassuring personality and of course, the never ending allowance for shopping matter a lot. The current set of guys are somewhere lost in transition. neither where their dads where nor belonging to the metro sexual category of ultra suave men. Most of them do not know what they want from life. The extremes of being nerdy or a party animal are quite heavily populated. It is the equilibrium position which seems to be lacking numbers. There are so many studies which show that the current generation of gals are postponing marriage as late as 30 and above or even prefer opting out. Can you blame her for that? With education helping her quite a bit, there is no reason to lose out everything and act in a servile attitude. The guys, of course do not know how to adapt themselves to this change.

All said and done, i realized that its actually unfair to compare dad's qualities with your fiance's. Dad was not how he is now, say 25 years back. Men are like wine. They get better with time. So who knows, the men whom i find lacking now may be the best dads to their daughters some 20 years hence...

the inevitable

funny are the ways how the news of global economies, recession or down fall has a proportional effect in your personal life. with every rs depreciating, the amount of screaming which i get increases as i could have chosen to study abroad and not do charity in India...whenever rupee appreciates, i get to use my honed skills by using all the jargon so that i successfully shut the opponent's mouth...this has become a periodic cycle nowadays with the weak global policies.in the midst of this confusion, rises personal confusion and introspection cycle to make sure or convince urself tat watever u did was for the good of urself.Adding to this multi-ingredient soup, is the half baked opinions of my closest half baked friends( those who have managed to stick to me after innumerous incidents, etc ). And of course, how can i forget my own over time working brain? sometimes i just wish i can unplug my brain for sometime.

Cutting chai :)

One of the best and cheap ways to fill your stomach in Mumbai is having vada pav and a cup of cutting chai :)...this definitely fills up your stomach and doesnt empty ur wallet...i just love the taste of chai in the glasses...i know those are dirty...i know they probably contain more bacteria, virus than anything else...probably the unique taste comes from these...whats the point of safe guarding your body against all these bacteria anyways?

In the maddening crowd- Part 1

Mumbai sounded soo promising on paper since the day i got my offer letter..new city, new life...adventures, thrill of exploring the much famed city, the need to test the elasticity of the city in terms of the "safe"tag it has acquired over the years fr girls..in short, so much to do and so much to see..
my experience in the city is just more than a month old..nothing really spectacular...mumbai has this knack of apparently growing on people rather than impressing them outright...one thing i like and despise in this city is the energy of people..people here are soo full of energy, making me wonder about my own levels...i had the opportunity to sit in the CST station for over an hour just observing people...people were running helter and skelter...morning rush over, you cant expect anything better...the situation is not much different in the evening...same energy, greater speed,same overwhelming crowd...
the reason why i despise it- well, i just cant seem to be find the reason to run or even walk briskly in this maddening crowd anywhere...why? i dont know...well, i too have a job...i too have fixed timing...i dont know whats missing..

the top view

today i was sitting in the church gate station for close to an hour...so many people running on those 4 platforms...so many trains dishing out another truckload of people onto the platform...people getting a hurried snack in the various kiosks outlining the station...i just dint feel like i was part of the same crowd...i feel life would be far simpler if i just had a top view of life rather than take part in it...one minute you feel you know the destination...the very next minute you feel you have boarded the wrong local in the wrong line...people talk about how the destination remains the same but the path which you take differs with situation...what if the path remains the same but the destination keeps changing...the essential problem of every human being is that he thinks he is unique and different in comparison to the person next to him...so different set of problems which he perceives as more difficult and grit enduring than the others...different strategy...different levels of mood swings...at the end, when your life is beyond your control and it is going to end, do you realize that we are all the same...we are all trying to leave our mark in this life, some achieving it some not so...

perplexed

i am walking on the shores of a pristine beach...i guess i have been walking for quite sometime now...in search of a habitable place..in search of food..in search of a place to rest my feet....the gulls seem to be in a merry making mood playing with each other and nose diving into the water occasionally for their catch...the edges of the waves curl on reaching the shore, reminding me of my own curls...far across, the ocean looks very peaceful and placid...beneath the placid waters, many sharks must be on prowl,fish taking their evening swim, octopuses waking up from their siesta...beyond the sands, there are mountains stretching till the sky with sharp edges, making me wonder about the thrill which they can offer for diving...i smile at the tranquil nature and start humming a tune...left to myself, i threw inhibition,shyness to the winds and engaged in a full fledged song to my delight...splash..splash...a tiny droplet settled on my nose...rain...i look up as minutes before i had witnessed a clear blue sky...the scene now had changed to few huge black clouds moving at a great speed from the east...i am thrilled...thunderstorms!! what a sight it would be...i look at the sea..those same harmless curls of water suddenly lashing against the rocks on the shore...the gulls are nowhere to be seen...a small shade of fear coats my heart and makes me think, what the heck am i going to do?? i search for any sign of hamlet or fisher folks hoping to beg for a place to shelter for the night...that shade of fear..well, it just got stronger and stronger...i start running towards the mountains,hoping to find a sheltered cave or two...after covering some distance, i run out of breath...the droplets turn heavier and start pelting me...i suddenly realized that i was running quite close to the waves...my shoes were wet..suddenly, a huge boulder came in my view...by then it was too late to reduce my pace...i banged into it and fell down...my head started feeling whoozzy...i lost my grip on the boulder...the waves started crashing on me...my last thought...well, who would really care whether i am alive or dead...none...