If you want to be my friend, show me some intelligence

I wonder if most bloggers – gosh most of you are generations younger than me – remember a movie called Bobby.

I remember it clearly for some pertinent reasons

1. I wanted to be Dimple
2. Rishi looked so cute
3. The line “Hi! I am Bobby. Mujhse dosti karogey?”

The first time in my memory, a girl had approached a guy with a frandsip request. Man! That was forbidden. It was bold. I was sure that if the girl was me, I would have been spanked by my mother and put on curfew. I was soooo tempted – but sadly there was no one remotely as cute as Rishi around.

That was then …..

I gave up Orkut because of the frandsip requests.

Whadduknow I get them now on my blog!

Considering that most of my personal information …. age (50), status in the family (matriarch) is on the blog

And also the fact that I have two adult sons who would whup anyone’s arse

And the fact that my daughter in law can whup all our arses for breakfast and then look for better and more meaty prey …

I can only say that the person who left this in my comment section

Hi i m ajay wanna friend of urs if u r ready

Is

a) An idiot
b) Illiterate
c) Has suicidal tendencies
d) Has nothing better to do
e) Has bad taste
or even worse
f) Is desperate for any – here I am serious – any female company.

Sadly for him, I have better taste and have more options in male company

Sheesh!!! Blogworld has become Orkut. This is really bad!

Wonder what prompts certain guys to make such overtures.

I have a dream … a fantasy

No this is not a blog post about Abba though the song is lovely ….

Mera sundar sapna is really simple … it invariably revolves around how to live a comfortable luxurious life without having to work for it. Remember that awesome song from Fiddler on the Roof … If I were a rich man? It was specifically written for people like me

Dream No. 1

To be born as the younger sister of a famous Hindi film heroine. Mera logic is very simple … she has to work, diet, work out and all that shit. I can simply live with her. All the heroes and producers will give me bhav. She cant be seen in the same dress and accessories … so I get first dibs at them. Life toh would be made Sigh!!! When she feels I am getting too tiresome, she can get me married off to a rich man, I wont mind.

Dream No. 2

Be born to a very wealthy father. I am easy on this. Abhi bhi wakt hai. Any wealthy person can adopt me. I will do complete sewa and be his biggest chamchi……. so long as I dont have to work.

Dream No. 3

Win a million dollar lottery … but before I do this, I need to get myself a solidly reliable financial adviser. Me being the person I am, I would blow the million dollars in just a few months and be back to square one.

Sigh … let me get back to my reports. Humming “If I were a rich lass, hmmm yaba daba daba de da dum … all day I would …”

My new appearance

I’ve been playing around with my blog design for a few days. Have finally made a header for myself.

Would request you all to give me your suggestions.

1. Now that my header is predominantly pink, white and black – should I change the background from warm orange and yellow to similar one?

OR

2. Should I change header to be less pink?

OR

3. Stop fooling around Phoenixritu and for godsakes post something woman!!!!

Do let me know

Things I do not get

  • My sons sitting in different loos and texting each other!  There was a time in life when I had to bash the shit out of them to sit and write their homework – or even read.  Now they text while pooping.  Sigh!  I just dont get it …………
  • Kate Moss’s statement – “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”.  I have a list here comprising of a) chocolate b) cheese fondue c) brownies d) beer e) cheese and macaroni f) aloo parantha g) choley bhature h) fried chicken … and I did not even have to strain my head.  Sigh!  I just dont get it ………….
  • Me sitting in my room and watching Croak On Rock On, and Kid#1 comes and shuts my door as there is too much noise, and then puts on ear blasting metal on the stereo in the living room.  I have to go there and yell thrice politely ask him to tune it down.  Sigh, I just dont get it……….
  • Bankers rejecting loan applicants because they dont have money.  Dudes, if they had money, they would not have been asking for a loan Duh!!  I just dont get it ………………….
  • My secret fear when I go past security gates or those scanner thingies at malls and movie halls.  I never steal, have no intention of bombing myself into oblivion along with a movie hall – no movie however bad deserves that.  Maybe I was a thief in my previous life.  I just dont get it ……………….
  • TWILIGHT BARBIES?!!!!!!!

Sigh!!!!   I just dont get it …………..

Sexism and sport

I recieved this tweet from @bhogleharsha

pietersen says cricket is not for girls.so desperately sexist.must get off high horse.women far stronger than men in life
.

Really sweet of Harsha, but men like him are far and few … especially in the realm of IPL and Indian sports.  Now, lemme tell you a story

Is kahaani mein young girls hain … cricket hai aur IPL ka ek team hai.

Now this team is web savvy, puts up contests and other sundry friendly face offs to involve youth and increase its fan base.  These girls are big big fans of a batsman nicknamed as a construction edifice due to his steady batting.  They love him ….

Love Hurts

Last year one of the young girls and one boy were tied as finalists on one such competition.  The captain of the IPL team was to take a call.  He chose the boy, the reason being

“You’re good, but boys are stronger, have more endurance, can work late in the night and are more hard working”

Excuse me while I puke.  Ask the damn captain to endure labor pains, or even thread facial hair and wax his underarms.  Ask the damn captain to put in as much hard work in a day as a working woman puts in, both at home and outside.  The only thing in which the girls lack is muscular strength, and this is not weight lifting dammit!!!

Any how, the girls persisted.  Ahhhh the folly and optimism of youth!  They entered the competitions this year too. They made it to the semi finals and then, they lost.  No, not because they were not good.  Because the organizers lost their entries.

Thank you IPL team for helping the girls grow up.  Thank you IPL team for proving to all girls in India that they have no place in sport, especially IPL  apart from shaking their tush as cheerleaders.  Thank you IPL team for making us women of India feel inferior.

I am sure you guys think that since we are already used to it, we should roll over and tolerate some more crap dished out by retrosexual males.

Gosh!  I hate this!!!

Edited to add :

News item today : A young woman co-pilot of a Jet Airways Sharjah-Kochi flight made an emergency landing in the wee hours of Thursday after the commander took ill mid-air.
Oh really?!  It was her job dammit!  And she’s trained for it.  What else will make news?  Male stroller molested by girls on the prowl for their morning walk?

Sheesh!

If you would like to read more about the incident , please head over to a blog post by a person who witnessed this incident

A fine balancing act, but next time let’s please the girls too


General update – translation – I just wanna chat

First of all, I know I know, the blog seems colourless compared to my blog in the yesteryears.  Kya karen, my blog design had a trojan.  I hung on to it for dear life …. but had to discard it.  You guys would have abandoned me on the wayside, and I love you all and want you guys to visit and comment.  So adieu fancy blog design.  I have shed bitter tears, implored on Godji to curse all virus and other meanos.

But I have a very big axe to grind with Godji.

I’ll tell you why

1. Mayawati got that humongous thousand rupee notes garland on her birthday today, worth 15 crore or something.  Well, I had a birthday a couple of weeks ago.  I did not get even a marigold ka haar, let alone the thousand ke note ka haar.  Kyon bhai??  Simply not happening.  What has Mayawati got that I dont?  No – dont answer that!  It was a rhetorical question.

2. Another axe to grind with Godji ~  seems like all the Godmen in this country have a hot and happening sex life.  We dont :(   This is not fair.  I mean I can understand if yogis have a rocking sex life.  They eat right, exercise so their libido has to be up. ;)   What about these Godmen?  I mean just telling people to pray and meditate and dishing out commonsense and feel good mantras and gyan should not be reason for them to have all the money, the adulation and all that sex.  Aur ab this malaise is international.  We have swamijis here and priests abroad.  Kya ho raha hai.  They are having fun, bad sort of fun, sometimes evil, sometimes kinky, and here we have dull and drab lives.  Godji kuch toh socho!!!

3. Godji, my third point ~ Mera pretty pretty blog design.  Damn trojans killed it.  They effin ate it up.  Sob!!!  I am teaching myself HTML and weird stuff so that I can design me a nice header.  I am fifty years old dammit and the grey cells are not as agile as I wish they were.  Okay, I’ll behave…..  Sorry about that ;)     I am such a ham!  I simply cant resist turning the senti stuff on.  Actually I love the challenge.  I assure you, I will make me a header that is nice.  Godji help me please.

4. I have just had to refuse 6 people who wanted to help me save taxes/give me loans/issue me credit cars.  Darn!  At least there are folk out there who think I am rich.  Godji kya kartey ho yaar?  Mujhko style de diya, without the substance.  Simple hai, make me as rich as I apparently appear.

Sigh I have vented.  Now I shall go back to HTML, PHP and other sundry alphabets that will help me personalise this blog design.  Nice talking to you Godji and nice talking to you dear reader.

See ya

The reason I did not do a women’s day post

I got countless messages and mails on Women’s Day. Somehow they did not move me ……

One of the most infamous lines of Tulsidas were

Dhol,gawar,sudra,pashu, nari sakal tadana ke adhikari

A drum, a village idiot, an animal and a woman, all need to be beaten ….. have the right to expect being beaten ….

Times have changed. Apart from the drum (unless its the electronic sort) none of the others need to be beaten. However the other alternative is also a stick …. in the form of a crutch. That is what reservations are, these stuff like “Ladies first” and the oh so patronizing platitudes about the gentler sex are.

I dont agree with them. I dont believe we women are lesser than men, or on contrary, better than men …, or less corrupt or less blood thirsty. We are just different.

Once as a child, I heard one of the ladies who belonged to my mother’s kitty and card parties defend her decision to enroll and keep her handicapped child in a school meant for normal children

“If I put him in a school meant for handicapped people, I will cripple him from day one. He will only learn to beg and then demand special concessions.”

No, she did not think that she was being a bad mother, she insisted that it was good for him …. and it was! The boy (Nirmal remember those days?) learnt to play cricket, wield a hockey stick and also to study with normal kids. He is blind from one eye, had a club foot, could not write with his right hand but so what? What he learnt was that he was no less than the other kids. So what if he could not make it in the team, he was equal to other kids and that made him a winner! Today he is in the IAS and doing well for himself.

My BFF (best female friend) is the scholarly idealistic type. She is out to save the world …. hmmmm just realized that may be ~ just maybe ~ I am one of her countless missions … I need to call her up for clarification. Sorry for the digression – I type the way I think

Anyhow ~ she insists that Women’s Day is important for a lot of women in really bad circumstances. I cant see that! Women’s Day or Reservation of any sort is a label. It cripples us mentally. Just read what IHM says in her blog about her maid . The maid she talks about has more empowerment in her little finger than a whole lot of the Main bechari abala naari types – born to more affluent circumstances and having more education have in their entire persons.

I think we should have a Liberation and Empowerment Day for humans. A day to remind men that they do not need to save the world and bring in the bacon and look macho. For men to understand that its okay, they do not need to hide the fact that they also find the world hard, cruel and overwhelming. For them to be okay with crying or being soft, and not have others point fingers and say “Dude that is so G A Y Y Y !!”

We, as women, need that so much! When guys unbend, they will stop freaking out and trying to control us or shove us back into the restrictive moulds, in anger, in fear and with force and violence. The mould is outdated and one that many women have already broken and crawled out of – some in anger, some in desperation and so many of us in pain and for our very survival.

Women have evolved, we have changed a lot, in spite of Ekta Kapoor and our mothers/mother in laws. Those that are stuck in the restrictive mould are drawing inspiration from others that have grown out of it.

What we need is a Liberation and Empowerment Day for both sexes. We need our men, they need us. We need a joint day and together we need to learn the lesson that I found in IHM’s blog

The lady in question may be a maid by profession – but to me she is a sage! She is truly empowered and we – no not as men or as women, but as humans and thinking beings – have a lot to learn from her.

Its all about the mind, the attitude and not about being a woman or a man. I think the “abala naari” bit is overdone, and I think the “man as superior sex” is overdone too. It imposes role models and burdens that are quite unnnecessary. True empowerment would do away with labels and help us meet at the same platform as equals – different but equal.

This is a call for true equality here. Wish we get it – in my lifetime.

Buy one and get one free

Roop tagged me some time back and gave me a bribe/award to sweeten the deal. Now I am a sucker for scratch cards and buy one – get one free deals, so I have taken her tag – it came with the honest blogger award, and kya kahen, I am easy to please …..

I am supposed to tell the blogosphere 10 things about myself. Considering that I have told the blogosphere a lot about myself … this is a challenge. Aisa kya hai that I can write that folks dont know about me????

1. Merey Colgate mein namak nahin hai. Seriously dudes, that ad sucks! Imagine waking up in the morning and stretching out, walking in for the brush and bladder routine to have someone burst into your bathroom with the question “Kya aapkey Colgate mein namak hai!” I would require serious therapy and the person bursting in would require first aid (would attack out of sheer panic)! S e r i o u s l y!!!!

2. My mental image of myself is the shy, bookish, retiring types. My sons and daughter in law think I need a reality check …. sigh!

3. Was a model for a very short time in my life. Those were the days when I was slim (sigh!) and young (deeper sigh!!!) and looked really pretty. Oh, and the money I earned seriously belonged to me and not to the EMIs, kids and other sundry expenses (Deepest deepest sigh!!).

4. I am animal friendly … but dont know why. Dogs, cats and other sundry members of the animal kingdom latch on to me, and I dont understand why. It freaks me out! May be because I like to cook and all kinds of food smells linger on me??? Wonder ……

5. I own cars but dont have a clue what happens under the bonnet. But if there is a malfunction, I get out, pop the bonnet open and look at the wierd stuff there very intelligently. I even touch the wires and pipes as though I know what is what! Thankfully some macho do-gooder comes and says “Maydamji, maddad chahiye?” and rescues me from my act.

6. I need to get up in the night … actually sleep barely 3 hours at a stretch. Then I get up and go out to check if I am still in this planet. Once as a little girl, I walked out, left the door open and slept in the grass outside (We were in Shillong then) and froze. Anti-children-doing-such-things-padlocks were installed by the parents. Now I go up to the roof and check if the world is still around me. The dogs accompany me. Can imagine them thinking “Dog Alert! Woof batty woman on the prowl, Woof!! we need to guard her!”

7. The only living soul who understands me is our water turtle Annubis, but he is only three days old so it does not count.

8. Give me a good book and I forget to eat, sleep, breathe until it is over. Cant leave a book half finished and go to sleep.

9. I am teaching myself how to make nachos from scratch …. and am proud of the good results I have had.

10. As a kid, I would bring home strays ..kittens, birds etc. I once brought home an orange cat …. only it was a lion cub! My parents forced me to give it away to the zoo. Sigh!

Am surprised that I actually wrote 10 things about me that you did not know. Am surprised that you actually read them :D

Feel free to take the tag up if so inclined. In my experience they are good stuff to take on when inspiration is low

The wedding gift

She was marrying his childhood buddy. He felt abandoned and angry.

He made them a perfect gift. He built a box with cardboard and glue, neat compartments; one large one for the brinjal and four small for the onion, tomato, green chilli and coriander.

They were making bharta of their life – so why not?