Are gals more horny or gals more horny?

May be this is not true may be this is my own cooked up story. But I want someone to answer this question. Cause I have always felt that some gals tend to overshadow their partners in crime, when it comes to sex. My mind refuses to believe it for various reasons like, its been always been a guys prerogative to take the laurels for it, plus we have only heard of rapes by men and not wimmen etc etc. So if the answer is yes then do we have a better self control or is it because its tougher to satisfy us hence we always crave for more. Or may be cause of the hormonal changes we go through. Lets just dissect these points one by one.
First reason could be a myth that guys require more. Cause they can accept it without any qualms, as they have nothing to loose. And for guys it is directly proportionate to their machismo. So they have more reasons to proclaim it then us even though we could be having an appetite way above them.
Second if we are suppose to have a bigger appetite for sex and then having a better self control doesn’t rhyme too well actually. Still we have a lot many virgin gals till they get married. Although, the figure is depleting now at an alarming rate. Can we owe this to someone who has never tasted a dish, would never get addicted to it or know how much of it to eat. But then there is so much talked about ‘forbidden secs’ that you needn’t necessarily taste it to know your requirement for it. Two very contradicting reasoning according to me. Personally a huge diet cannot be ignored especially if there are so many temptations around.
Lastly, it might be appropriate to believe that normally wimmen do not have a massive one unless they are going thru some hormonal changes. But here as well there is a contradiction cause I have seen wimmen oscillating between the two extremes under those conditions. Some just become celibate and others become a sex maniac. So you cant essentially blame it on the poor hormones. Also cause we have been trained to go through these changes even before our milk teeth had fallen.
So what is the reason, it cant be one odd case for sure.

Dont blame them....

We all rave and rant so much abt wimmen lib / female rites etc and all that. But have we ever thought abt the fact that with every right there comes a responsibility and vice-versa. You can somehow never enjoy any great power with equal accountability or probably more. I being a regular head line reader of the news paper everyday can easily vouch for the fact that, although in our society the female torcher rate is pretty alarming. And that there are more physically and mentally abused wimmen in our society than one could keep a track off. But on the same hand the no of laws made and the kinda institutions available, to safeguard their interest is also not that meager in number.
And even though its hard to believe, there are men in our society who inspite of being tortured by their spouse equally, have no court/law/institution to go for respite. Cause A) there are no laws made as such for them. Not that I have heard off. And even if there are, nobody is aware of it,. B) who is gonna sympathize or believe these guys, when they tell you incidences of husband bashing. We all somehow come with the notion, that a wimmen is always the victim and man is a predator. This has been in grilled in us since ages may be since our conception. Agreed wimmen are more at the receiving end most of the times but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen with men atall.
I being strong feminist myself, fume at the thought of a man raising an eye-brow over a wimmen forget abt lifting his finger to hit her. But still I cant ignore the fact that there is a good percentage of male who are paying thru their nose, for respecting wimmen. This can be said with a better conviction cause I have seen incidences like this in real life. Whatever said and done, when we cry hoarse about equal rights for both men and women. How come we don’t practice it. Why are there separate rules for domestic violence when it comes to men and wimmen. Even a rape victim in our country is always sympathized first till the male proves otherwise. Why do we fail to understand that its not impossible for a wimmen to manipulate a situation at times. Its not rocket science to use a privilege given to you against someone else.
If this continues I wont blame guys for having to resort to being nasty and not being good with women if cornered in such a fashion. I think a point worth brooding.

Happy and Gay about it...

Today the front page of our news paper was flooded with the news about Gay association becoming legal. First it was the verdict given by the supreme court around 140 year old section 377. Then there was mixed reactions by various strata of society. I still cannot somehow digest the that fact homosexuality is in born or by birth. Probably cause I have been too much under the influence of my mother to break through the notion. Who always believed practicing homosexuality is a crime of the first order.
Till abt sometime back even I used to think that same sex fascination is not something u come with in your genes and neither can you inculcate it. So obviously all these things are a by-product of a corrupt society. Just because some of the people are so saturated with same sex that they want to experiment something different. But then how come most of us have experimented same sex exploration in our childhood. I m sure I m not the only one to have been curious about the anatomy of the same sex and the opposite sex. Hence we all indulge in physical fondling, petting etc etc in our childhood. Does that mean we all have been homosexuals at one point of the time or the other. And then if you are one then how can you change your preference. You either like a boy or a gal. Bisexuality is still beyond my understanding. I come from the notion that you cant have your own cake and eat it as well. And here I m not referring to eunuchs and transgender.
There case is still understandable. But then normal people like you and me. Practicing same sex fascinations is sometimes hard to digest. I was talking to a friend the other day. She told me that she was reading an article by a guy. Where he explained how he turned from straight into a homosexual. Apparently the bachelor guy was staying away from his family in Bangalore for his job. And the time spend with his fellow guy friends was more than gals in general. So he ended up discussing a lot of things with his guy friends. And then one thing led to the other. Now he is a complete transformed person practicing full time homosexuality, with no qualms about it.
Though I m not against or for it. But then even though there has been amendment made in the law. It would still take some more decades atleast for the society to stop rebuking these third world citizens.

Few of my favorites.... contd

In continuation to one of my older post related to my experiences with various associations in life. In that post I wrote abt about the people I have met since childhood and their impact on me and my life. It was also mentioned that the list is not exhaustive. Life is a journey and you keep meeting ppl and making friends.
I had always thought that the strength of a relationship is directly proportionate with the no of years spend together. Older the relationship more comforting it is and vice versa. Especially true in in case of professional relationships. And since I have never stayed in an organisation for more than 2 years I somehow cud never have long lasting relationships / friends in my professional life. I have always believed that you never make good friends in office. Cause of various reasons like cut throat competition, the survival of the fittest etc etc. This post talks abt two ppl who helped me in breaking this myth. And come face to face with a reality that never underestimate life u never know wats in stored for you next.
AM
One man army, my most special guardian angle who never takes rest. I must have done something really good to have somebody like him around me to watch over. I have no words to describe the special bond we share. Although we two are stark opposite in character. Our association started, on a very normal note. He joined when I was already 2 years old in the organisation. With a bad reputation and flirtatious streak to boast about. I was in a snooty bitch kinda of a mode when he walked first in the organisation, Who had vowed to stay away from guys. That’s why when I was first introduced to him, I never showed any emotions.
We must have hardly interacted on his first day, barring our normal professional conversation. Days passed and from hard nut I slowly started peeping out of my shell. All thanks to his broad streak of mind and his comfortable personality. Eventually I also realised that we have a lot of things in common, and that he is not as dumb as other guys in my life. Flirting with him was pretty dangerous and it could back fire easily. Unlike the other guys in the organisation whom I loved showing the ground or bossing over with my acidic tongue, this guys cud surely not be taken for granted. We had slowly graduated from being office colleagues, to friends to being good friend to indispensable friends now.
I cannot think of a day without him in the office. I have never confided the way I did with this guy and all thanks to him. He has even coaxed me to rite my autobiography. Which I secretly always wanted to do. We fight, we sulk we get pissed and hate each other at times, but still there hasn’t been a single point of time where I havent shared some stuff with him be it good bad or ugly. I have only known him essentially for the last three months, but it seems as if its been 3 years already. Cause there are instances of my life which I would not even share with myself forget abt sharing it with somebody else. I could go on and on and on riting pages after pages in his praise and what he means to me but then the blog space wouldn’t be enuf.
I donno how long this association is meant to last, I hope its for a lifetime. I am gonna be optimistic here and think that this one is suppose to last forever, as this relationship as taught me to be. But then whatever moments I have spend with him, have sincerely been the best moments of my life till date. The benchmark set cannot be reached by anybody else forget abt something equalling it. Its so difficult to describe some relationships in word and this is one of them. AM stay that way, hate me, hit me, but don’t leave me.

Vandi
Another human being who broke my myth abt the fact that the strength of a relationship is not directly proportionate with the time spend together. I had initially avoided this woman thinking that this is one of those ibm snobs. Because of a dearth of seating space in our office, she was initially asked to share a workstation with another gal on my floor. And I used to wonder how can you let someone so close to you and embark in your private space. It must be suffocating. But then she later on told me that the other gal was a very good friend of hers. And they would bitch about me unanimously, giggling in private calling me names like Ms. Congeniality and all that. I donno when where and how did I happen to break this ice, and who said hello for the first time. I still remember interacting with her formally in a group but never thot even in my distant dreams that we would click like a house on fire. Initially when she contacted me on gmail I was sceptical and she could sense it. But then slowly we realised that we could bitch at the same wavelength and that’s how things started easing up.
Today we are like two indispensable pieces in the organisation, which fellow colleagues don’t much admire. But who cares a fukk. Our day is not complete, without , the morning round of coffee and everyday bitching session. Which includes dissecting anything and everything gone by in the last 24 hours. She is married to this amazing guy, whom I was not very positive about before marriage. But now I think he takes good care of her. I think most of us suffer from the consequences of a bad perception. As in everybody just judges the book by the cover of it. But if you had to look closer or happen to read atleast 10 pages of this book. I am sure it would become an addiction. As the case has been with me and her. Vandi you one of the reasons of unadulterated fun and happiness in my life. Be like that so long u are around.

Each to his own...

Gosh I had always known this at the back of my mind. But dint know it was so true, till I actually saw it.
This is about ‘how we write or how someone writes’. We all would agree that everybody has their own style of riting, cooking, panting etc etc and all creative forms of art. Eg. We have all learned the art of cooking from our moms, but everybody has a perpetual crib. That we still cant cook like her. Even though we use the same spices, same ingredients etc etc but still its never the same. No matter how hard u try to ape her. The same is true for any creative skill.
And why this now. I was reading my friend’s rite up for our organisation band. She had only meant to help them, by starting a blog for the band. She rote the initial introduction part. But the post turned out to be ‘so her’ as if it was an extension her own blog. Which is what I told her, when she asked me about suggestions to improve. I cant suggest anything cause this is not them. There is so much of you in it that I don’t see it as the band’s blog. Ideally if you want to market your band, each one of the band members should rite something, starting from an introduction their way. And u can ask somebody to proof read it. just to find some areas of improvement. That way everybody has a pinch of them in the blog. But if u make someone else rite your introduction, it defeats the entire purpose of it.
Precisely my point, everybody has their own distinct style of riting which is very 'me'. No two ppl can be similar even though they came from the same school of thoughts, read the same text book, and were bred in the same environment. This is something you cannot have a control on. That’s why even anonymous blogging is useless. Cause the ppl who know you will be able to make out from your style of riting and those who donno you, obviously u are not hiding from them.

Marriage - The forbidden fruit

The say marriage is that alluring fruit ‘jisse jo khaye woh pachtaye and jo na khaye woh bhi pachtaye’. Then why is that when somone is unmarried, he/she is desperate to get married, and when you get married you would do anything to come out of it.
I was reading a friends post today. He/she said that its very difficult adjusting in xyz country cause, he/she couldn’t find her favourite hair cream. And I was thinking see all those small little things do make a bigggggggg difference although nobody counts it. But the one who misses it, is the only one who can say the worth of it . The same goes for marriage especially for a gal. It is not easy adjusting into an alien home, alien atmosphere, alien washroom and you gotto be still smiling cause all these are small issues. She is the only one who can tell you, how much all those things are missed post address change. Its like a big shock/surprise the very next day and you cant even crib. Life goes for a toss in the absence of all these essential and its frustrating at the end of the day. I heard a celebrity saying once that a successful marriage is one where you don’t need to change your lifestyle even one percent. And I couldn’t have agreed more.
I am thinking I shall prompt this question very soon to someone. And ask him to quantify in percentage how much is my life gonna change after.
On second thoughts you cannot do without marriage as well. Especially for gals again. We have a bio clock ticking always which goes backwards post 30s. So while our options post 30 diminishes, men still have the options of all those young pyts available, till pretty late. Not that men do not age. But we age sooner and our aging process is gradual, whereas men age pretty late in life although their aging is pretty drastic, whenever they do so. I have seen a lot of men aging 10 years suddenly after a point, who till some years looked as if middle age has never touched them. So while gals are suppose to make hay while the sun shines, ie get married in their ripe age. Even men are suppose to plan for their retirement but they can evade this till a very long time. And the options never decreases, unless until age hits them. Infact it only increases with the passing no of years, for them, where as its vice-versa for us.
Any which way the drift is you cannot do with or without marriage. The smarter option would be to take a very wise thought after decision and avoid it till you can irrespective whatever sex you belong.

Caste no bar, sex bar bar...

You never realise your own potential till you actually are cornered in a situation. And I didn’t realise it either that I had such a short fuse, or I could argue single handedly, with 99.99% of the ppl opposing me in a group. Today at our usual smoke break after lunch, we were just casually discussing about a gal in hr. when the topic of her full name came into discussion later on leading to oh she is from there and hence she belongs to this cast and this creed. I cant believe while we are on the threshold of 21st century where everybody takes pride in being so called ‘broadminded’ we still at the back of our mind believe in castes and all this nonsense. Cause its okay so long you just wanna have sex with a gal, but when it comes to marriage a upper class pandit wants to marry a pandit, a backward class will not get options other than his own class, unless it’s a love marriage and so on and so forth.
Why is it then caste no bar when it comes to having sex and fun. One should only go for gals from the upper class and not socialise with the normal backward class. And believe me this is not just a small town practice. It’s a bigger practice in metros and even with ppl living abroad. i have seen ppl from lower class when married into upper caste as they ‘fasaoed’ the guy, are always made to remember that she belonged from a lower strata of society. I can come up with ten thousand of such examples where I have seen the so called broader race following this age old belief.
And however, big feminist I may sound, this all the more shortens my list of approved guys and gals. Now the filters are more stringent.

Thursday, December 23, 2004

One of my earlier post, published once upon a time. Republished with no changes in the situation or connotation.

So convinient to be a guy
Guess wat a friend of mine told me today in my context “mere ko lag raha tha that I will make it convenient for myself, sharing everything with you the way I want and still not commit…..waisa nahi hota.” Its so convenient to be a guys no. You can choose to be however close you want to be with the gal and yet stay aloof whenever you wish to. Why do we gals come with so much of emotional baggage and restrictions and why is it so difficult for us to learn the tricks of the trade. I have had friends who have been able to ghumao guys however they wish to……wish could learn those traits. But I guess I m happy with whatever traits I have got so wat if its not been able to bear me any fruits so far but I m sure it will some day and that too for a long run. But believe me being a gal is tuff at times its like walking on a tight rope with so many temptations around.

Shrinking with a Shrink...

‘I am taking my child to a therapist, or I am consulting a counsellor’‘

How would you interpret this statement? Most people, come with a notion that you see a psychiatrist / shrink / counsellor / therapist only when you are suffering from a serious mental disorder. In plain simple language if you are ‘pagal’. Though I seriously feel that every household needs a family counsellor more than a family doctor these days. Not cause we are insane in some form or the other. But because almost everyone of us, once or many times in a lifetime need some serious unbiased advise and counselling. (and we know most of the people around are kinda of biased in different percentages including some real close once). At times we just want a non prejudiced person to listen to us, even if he or she may not able to give a logical solution. Venting is half the problem solved.
However, going to a psychiatrist and seeking some kinda of advise is like a cardinal sin which is mostly remembered for ages even after the sin is done ie the sessions are complete. Its like the bad act of omen, the repercussions of which you carry till you die. Eg anytime and everytime you do something wrong the mistake is never forgiven cause ‘he/she is mental’ since she visited a psychiatrist once upon a time. And you slowly retrieve back into your shell instead of coming out of the problem for which you consulted in the first place. Slowly get used to the idea of being called eccentric and it doesn’t pinch you anymore. Infact its convenient after a while cause you can get away with a lot of things behind this veil.
Well we all know, with the stress levels increasing the situation is becoming bad to worse, no wonder we see a lot of teenage population hiding behind net, cause this is one place you can vent without getting named. Don’t we all have problems in our life, than whats wrong in going to a solution finder. And why do most ppl fake that their lives are perfect. I think I am better off being an introvert than being vulnerable in this kinda situation.

Bus itna sa khawaab hai…

This is called wishfull thinking at its best........

1. I wish I was man. Man what fun would that be. I will never have to think before sleeping (alone), never have to get worried abt my regular parlour visits, about marriage, about getting old, about looking good, about having an affair and so many other things. Don’t even need to worry about getting pregnant.

2. I wish god would make me invisible on my wish, or give me a gadget which could make me invisible whenever, and wherever I want. No points for guessing what all would happen to this entire world had this been possible. Imagine peeking into your boss’s house and getting to know his most guarded secret. Wow my appraisal would never be a problem in life. Infact I would never need to work to earn.

3. I wish I could read people’s thoughts. First thing I would want to know is how many men are lusting after me. I seriously feel most men cannot think beyond their dick, but to know exactly how brutally low they can stoop in their thinking is one sure thing I would want to explore besides others.

4. I wish my skin was the best in the world, which would never age (I dont care what colour it is dont want to be fair just want it to be the best forever and ever) . And I always have men drooling after me. No actually not just men even otherwise I want the gals to get jealus too.

5. I wish I found an Aladdin’s lamp. And then I wouldn’t need to wish for anything, instead could just fulfil them.

Guys, if you have any of such insane wishes like me. Let me know, would love to know that I am not the only dreamer on this dreamland.

Live-in relationships at its best….

Please note the views and opinions expressed in the this post/blog are strictly personal / confidential and bear no resemblance to any couple living or dead, its NOT meant to hurt anybody’s sentiments, any such act is purely coincidental and (non)intentional.
The so-called advantages of a live-in relationship according to me a.k.a some commonly agreed conveniences of convenient relationships:-
- I am what I am. The biggest attraction, that it safeguards your original personality and lets you be yourself which at time may be missing out of marriages. We often change ourselves 360° in the process of compromising and adjustments. There is nothing wrong in it so long you don’t have a regret later.
- There are no tags attached. No one owes anything to anyone. You don’t have to change your name be it first or last name and maintain/live up to several other associations so formed eg chachi, bhabhi, bahu, etc etc.
- Live-in does not force you anything, be its sex, watching a particular news/sports channel, shopping etc etc. both the genders have more rights and privileges than wat marriage allow or has. Anything done is mostly mutually agreed.
- There are no rules to this game, its mostly played purely for pleasure and fun.
- It gives you the liberty to walk out of the relationship as and when you want, without thinking too much about societal/family emotional attyachaar.
- It restricts the chances of complacency.
- In live-in setups you mostly do things cause you yourself want to do it rather than cause you are obliged/supposed to do it.

However, the flip side:-
- Its still a BIG taboo in India.
- You don’t get rented accommodation on the basis of it.
- It gives too much of liberty to men rather than wimmen.
- Wimmen have more at stake, aka our reputation, emotions etc etc not that men don’t have emotions involved. I am sure most do.
- It gives too much of flexibility. Its easier to walk out of a live in relationship than a matrimony which at time could be a big handicap.
- Nothing comes with life time warranties, but still marriage is a safer option in old age.
- After all why shud boys have all the fun.

Whatever said and done I ll any day give my right feet right toe nail, a chance to live in with a/many gal(s) had I been a guy. But being the so called ‘weaker I think even if I let go of the society there is lot more at stake to enter these convenient relationships.

Perfect timing....

I must be like the biggest looser on this planet and all the other planets which have life. If you can count them too. Why? Cause, however proud I might (subconsciously) be for my witty, Freudian slips, when it comes to giving back to someone, I just cant do it. I either am tongue tied or don’t understand the comment till its too late, or have all other (she is my friend afterall) kinda stupid reasons, refraining me from replying with equal venom.. You know wat I mean right. I donno if it is a common disease. But its definitely a frequent feature with me. I cant reply instantly ever, especially when it is required to. I mostly am as bitchy/as sarcy as you want me to be barring that one point of time. And you know wat, this just adds to the list of my most embarrassing moments/things that I so regret and want to wipe-out from my life.
The other day somebody actually managed to squash my super-elated spirits after a shopping spree by some super mean comments.. Which is like a cardinal sin. Shopping works as an aphrodisiac for me. I like to flaunt, when I shop for something (even if its a pair of lingerie) show it to the entire world and make them feel jealus. Not that its not like this otherwise, but more so when I am happy after a successful excursion. The last thing you want is someone to tell you ‘oh baby you wasted so much of money on it, this colour wont suit you, give it to me it will suit me better’. Ideally I shud have killed that person, rather than sulking over here. But guess wat as dumb as I could be I didn’t reply to that comment barring a looser grin, conveying, ‘I m sure u don’t mean that do u’? Cmon I could have done better, if not as bad. But all I do is, sit and sulk about the comment when u had the time, the ambience and the calibre to reply with equal audacity. And I didnt cause I was just tongue tied, it didn’t click at that time and all the xyzee reasons. Now no excuse like ‘I was in a hurry would do any damage control’.
Can somebody please teach me, how to use your skill set at the appropriate time. Cause there is no point boasting about it if you cant use it. Urghhhhhhhhh….

Music....

Jab Tab Dil Mein Faith
This World Is A Lovely Place
Dil Mein Rakhna To Fight
Everythings Gona Be Allrite
Har Pal Woh Hai Tere Saaath
Jab Tak Tu Hai Uske Saath
To Hai Darne Ki Kya Baat
Everythings Gona Be Allrite
Tu Mera Dil.. Tu Meri Jaan..
And I Just Wana Let You Know…
Everythings Gona Be Allrite Wow O - 2
Jab Tab Hum Side By Side
Everythings Gona Be Allrite - 2

One of my favourite songs these days. Not that I like the movie which inspires this song. But the lyrics and music is just soooo good to hear. And music does the trick for me considering how moody I am. It just THE thing for me. It peps me up, pulls me out of gloom, makes me sway, and does soemthign to me which unexplainable, provided it’s of my choice. That reminds me I have an ipod since more than a month now, and I havent been able to fill it with my favorite songs. I am so dying to. :(

How do you move on?

Most of us savour our first relationship or the longest relationship or the most memorable relationship. But you cant savour every relationship reciprocated or non reciprocated. As per all the bad books on romance and stuff like that its not humanly possible to fall in love again and again that too with equal propensity. Then either its not love or something is definitely wrong with the person, or he/she is stupid. You can be indifferent towards all the jilted affairs, but jealous, hurt, remembering things is so not normal that too about all the ppl in life big or small. All those small little things should have been completely forgotten, ignored, dead and buried now. But there are some ppl who take longer to fall in love and even longer to forget it, even if it means an entire life time. And you don’t even know if it is love cause its with too many ppl, and second it was too short lived. Yes it is humanly possible to fall for more than 1 person with equal obsession. Still remember each of them fondly whenever encountered. And I am sure there is never a person in isolation. Though we all think we are unique in our own way.
But some ppl seriously got to learn, to let the bygones be bygones and move on in life. To understand that ppl move on and so does life. Even though you want to them to cling on to you like forever. I have always believed its easier falling in love then coming out of it. And now I know it for sure. Then why the hell has 3 years not been enuf. How can a person so contradict his own statements? Why do you still feel that pinch deep down in your heart? Imagine, if it is every now and then cause there are hoards. The reasons are never enuf, music, car, blog, places, situations etc etc. And you know you are ancient to the core as if life never moved on and will never do. You hate it, when you know that it still has an effect on you whereas the other side is never bothered, never was and never be.

The 'IN' thing....

I havent blogged in a while now. Cudnt find any specific reasons to rite on. Not that there is one right now. When I started riting this post, I found out, that the word ‘blog or bloging’ is not a recognised, word in MS dictionary. Though it’s The IN thing these days. Anybody and everybody is doing it, cast, creed, gender etc etc no bar. Infact its become such a fad to blog these days. That they had his complete article in the Times of India the other day on Priyanka Gandhi aka Priyanka Vadhera Gandhi or whatever on her new found love / fascination for blogging. Why did she have to realise it so late that she can rite comprehensible English especially after studying from JMC. She really makes JMCites feel proud. And are we suppose to feel blessed that thank god finally our politicians will be able to correct the Freudian slip. How modest can they be.
Anyway my point here is, even though blogging is an incorrect word as per the dictionary, its fashionable to blog now and anybody who is not doing it is oh so LS. You know what I mean rite. I somehow cant connect with such ideas. But I know a lot of people who right just for the heck of it, without letting out their inner most self.
Certain things like riting, photography, painting and all creative skills shud be inborn and not inculcated or forced. But I guess all of us need a vent like me. Hence a blog. Ironically all the celebrities who blog to be in the rat race, cant even express their genuine views. And its just another public attention seeking tactics. I wonder though, how can you rite without a pinch of you in it. Most of my posts are autobiographical. I think I have to learn this trick of trade.

It must have been love, but it's over now....

I had been thinking of riting this post since quite some time now. Is it normal to fall in love obsessively, and then fall out of it. I have heard that a relationship goes through a v shaped graph. But does one actually fall back in love with the same person, once he is out of it and with whom he has once been so madly in love with. Confusing right, all I am trying to figure out is it possible to ignite the same spark again, once lost.
Before I try and look for that answer, is it normal to fall out of love. What happens to the age old saying then ‘and they lived happily ever after…’. And how did our parents manage to spend so many years together without having one single extra marital, without failing to cross the forbidden line. You know what I mean right. How is it possible? What the ‘exceptional’ ingredient missing they had, which always kept the dish fresh. Is it cause:-
1. They never had sex before marriage. So obviously they had nothing to compare with. Plus anything done had a complete novelty to it and was a welcome pleasant surprise. So each day they had something new to discover. And by the time they realised that there was no discovery left, they had several other things on priority, rather than sex.
But why didn’t my mum tell me or give me all these reasons. Rather than that lame statement like good gals don’t have sex before marriage.
2. Our parents mostly had arrange marriage, so they had zilch expectations before entering an alliance. And that you know helps in overcoming a lot of problems. Its like a clean slate, where u can paint your own painting.
But then I have always believed that its better to marry a known devil than an unknown devil.
3. They used to live in joint or bigger families before, so the chances of getting bored with each other were comparatively less.
4. Today’s generation is abnormal. They are low on patience, tolerance, emotions and everything. We just want everything quick and if that doesn’t happen we start looking around for greener pastures, who has the time to wait and watch.
5. Wimmen were not so vocal about their feelings. They weren’t so independent either, to walk out of a marriage, unlike today.
But that isn’t completely wrong or is it.
You know I feel the thin line between right and wrong is slowly diminishing. But that is no way of justifying the problem. Especially when u are not at the receiving end. I mean the person who is still in love. I donno how to damage control it. Can anyone suggest me a way, for two things A) if its okay to be out of it, and that its not so immoral after all. B) how do u convey the other person that u are out of it, without hurting anybody’s sentiments.
For once I m not hopping from one relationship to the other, cause I am not in love with anybody. I think love is an over hyped feeling, which essentially does work like an aphrodisiac but its very short lived with loads of side-effects.
So why cant we live till its happily ever after, and not blame anyone from moving on, whenever that is. Its like the most dreadful feeling to convey that listen I am over you now, and can we be just friends, cause u don’t ignite that passion anymore. I know strong words, I wish it was as easier to say it and as it was typing over here.

I am back...

I am so glad to be back at office after a never ending hiatus of two weeks. I know most of us would scream at the fact, that who wants to be back in office especially after a winter vacation. Not me, not me, not me. But believe me. I was somehow dying to come back to the office. As if I was ‘office sick’. We all have heard about home sickness but I am sure not about office sickness. Please take it as my copyright term. Which kinda justifies the meaning of the saying ‘necessity is the mother of invention’.
Don’t ask me reasons why I was office sick. Cause I myself donno about it. And not that I have any specific work/people/ambience etc etc to entertain me in the office. But I think I m addicted to my computer and this virtual world. And no vacation/outing/break helps till I am not accompanied by this virtual bf(s) of mine. I just miss everything over here, my comfortable chair which flattens my already flattered non-existent bum, my tea/coffee vending machine, regular dose of bantering, my mail box cluttered with fan mails seeking for life ruining advises. All my looser friends who so miss me, my ego-maniac office spouse, my never ending ability to surf the net without any rhyme or reason, especially when most of the porn/astro/lovology related sights are restricted. Gosh the list is endless, and there are still soem 10,000+ other reasons I havent disclosed it here, which make me so miss my office.
This place just gives me a high with or without work. Something abnormal with me right. But I m back and I m back for gooooooooooooooood atleast for an year now. Cause I will only to take a chutti when I have no other option.