Saturday, October 8, 2011

My Cinderella Story...

We Fall in love, more often than not, more than once in a lifetime.. Or atleast once.

Especially we girls. We keep looking for LOVE throughout, on every nook and corner. And why shouldn't we?

Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel, Alladin; all these stories--oops, fairy Tales-- have trained us to be prepared. Where we saw that the Prince Charming - tall, dark and handsome, would come one day fighting all odds to sweep us off our feet.
                                As we grow, we learn to adjust with the reality. Although there is just a slight change. Reality, per se, says that the school's most handsome guy, falls only and only for the prettiest gal. So, in other words, the Football team captain is reserved for the Cheer-Leading captain. Or the Prom Queen has Mr. Fresher. And even if Mr. Fresher is a little down to earth and prefers a simpler intellectual chick, Bollywood and Hollywood make sure that the chick is sexy enough for THE soon-to-be makeover.

So that leaves me or girls like me. who may not be the prettiest or most sexy or highly intellectual ones around. We are average gals left for backstage.
So even though I like a guy for his broken tooth, he wont like me because of my fat legs.
Or if I like a tall & dark one (forgetting that he is not handsome or even close), he wont like me because I am not his type. Strange enough though, as I go and loose around 11kgs, bingo I am now his girl.

But am I really that? I looked and felt good shedding those extra kilos, but was he really worth it?

So I Wonder what my story will be like?
                              I don't want a tall & handsome guy on a white horse. I just want a guy who is not ashamed to stand with me.
                                        I don't want him to wait for me to shed weight to accept me. I want him to accept me right away. Maybe I would loose later on for him.
                                       I don't want a Cinderella Story with non-existing magical fairies. I don't want to be Rapunzel with magical hair. I don't want to be Snow White who eats a poisonous apple yet doesn't die.
I have had my share of MADE UP fairy tales in school plays. I have felt the emotion of being Snow White. The silk gowns and the prince's kiss is indeed sweet nectar.

But what is sweeter is when my boyfriend kisses me and tells me how much he loves me. What I adore more is when one moment he encourages me to exercise to be in shape and the next second he gets me a chocolate pastry. What I want more is to build our own castle together. Where we can go into seclusion from the ruthless reality and stay quiet in each other's arms.

That would be My Cinderella story...

Saturday, October 1, 2011

I Remember...

I am tired, but I can't  sleep. Its like my eyes want to shut down, but my heart is telling a different story altogether.
And suddenly I remember, What I used to do when I faced situations like these at home. When I used to text my neighborhood friends, and I knew there was a guarantee of some sort that they would reply.

In other situations, I remember, whenever I wanted to meet my guy friends, they would cover up for me. And trust me, they were so superbly good at it by the end that even if I didn't inform them, they knew how to make things up.

Both live right behind my home, and I remember how our balcony chats were famous throughout the street.

Our secret disc outings or the terrace New Year Parties, everything was simply awesome.

I remember how every time I stepped out of my place, my dress had to be approved by them.

I remember how in the Gym we used to corner each other one by one, teasing on some smart guy in the gym, trying our best to make each other blush right out.

I remember how after aerobics, we used to sweat out and also throw some abuses towards our dear Trainer.

I remember how they reacted to my first kiss (Believe me, I still remember them gawking at me, ready to pounce upon and kill me)

I also remember their killing looks when I went for movies with them and instead of watching the movie, talked to other people using their bloody cellphones.

I remember how Badminton became the foundation of our friendship. I remember how we made all these plans which never materialized.

I remember everything I can, And will remember you every moment of my life.

Thank you so much for being there for me...

P.S. I know you both will be getting married soon. Please can we have a nice and sexy Bachelorette Party????

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Water Water Everywhere... Not a Drop to Drink...

This statement comes back to me whenever I see any clothes that wont fit me. Whenever I see a Slim girl wearing an awesome dress that  I can only dream of wearing in a Plus Size. Whenever I see a girl with an awesome pair of legs that look more awesome in the skirt she is wearing.

I may say: Iam what I am.
I may say: Yes, I am Fat & I accept that.
Or the most cliche'd : I Love myself, Whatever I am

But then, at the end of the day, I am a GIRL...

A Lady at the end, who still has aspirations and desires. One of which is being ADMIRED...

Some of us (girls) say: I want a Man who appreciates my brains instead of my body.
But-- don't praise her looks one day & her self-confidence takes a hit-- BOOOOMMM...!!!!!  <and even may be your face>

So, which of my aspirations should I follow??
  • My Career OR
  • My Personal Goals

Following one of them, hits the balance in other. Is specialization in one of them necessary? Can't We balance both & be what we like to be?

Aren't we promoting either extremes?
Why the initial assumption:: A girl will either be sexy or smart. Both in a package is not possible.

Its time we girls break the Status-Quo and prove the null hypothesis wrong. 
Its time for the new generation to 


Sunday, July 24, 2011

Words cannot Describe it in entirety..

What is a Girl's Deepest Desire??
  • A loving Boyfriend or Husband?
  • A Dream Wedding
  • Higher Education or Successful Career?
  • Shopping??
  • A Castle with servants running around her?
  • Or being treated as a Princess??
                   Maybe each one of them is important.. Maybe none.

But there is something that is far more valuable and desirable. Something that has no description, no bounds, no words to explain. 
Something that is as much special as it is a part of our existence.

Sisterhood: a relationship that can not just make Cindrella smile as well as bring her to tears at the same time.

Every girl wants a group of GAL friends she can spend her time with. Someone in whose presence she can not only bare her heart and her soul, but also her body <while we try one dress after another to decide what to wear for the night or what to buy>

Someone who gives us a shoulder to cry & also reprimands us on our foolishness, yet stands by our side day & night

Someone who not only shares our joys, sorrows, and also manages with us work and shopping.

Someone who gives us ready tips on guys, relationship issues and SEX
Someone who sets us up on a blind date & also kicks our butt when we start grieving on broken hearts.

Someone who not only enjoys a cuppa latte with you, but also vodka shots, cocktails and pints of beer while all of us get high together... and still manage to arrange lemons in the end.

Someone with whom we can sit in candles & romantic music during typical girly night-overs & drink, abuse, eat and talk about anything & everything under the sun. 

          Sitting in typical girly nighties, not worrying about the bared legs or the exposed     cleavage or wearing pyjamas.

Sex, Food, guys, relationships, family; past, present or future. Even the Ugly Naked Guy down the other building <like Rachel, Monica and Phoebe in Friends>

        Or sitting in a salon for our pedicures or spas together reading Femina or Cosmo & whimpering about all the dresses we could not wear at the pub that night.

Or maybe a long Drive, drenched in the rain, without worrying about the car interiors.

Cooking Pasta for each other or Baking Cakes. Making lemonade or Martini.

Sharing books, novels, sharing clothes, accessories, bags, insights about new lingerie or the new mall in town...


Most importantly, sharing life.. Sharing yourself...

Saturday, July 23, 2011

A Beginning...

My first blog comes from some management subject in a Tiered Classroom of my PGDM course. My Profy talks rapidly about something called "Scope Creep" which goes OHT (Over Head Transmission) with my state being more than sleepy. However when he related it to New Year  Resolutions, I could understand and thought about which ones of mine I could not even start.

Writing a blog- a resolution that has been recurring since half a decade, with the oldest being exercising, but could not be fulfilled.

But now I am clueless about what to write. How actually to go about it? Its not New Year's Eve, Its not Valentine, neither Diwali nor a stock index fluctuation.

However, it seems like a New Year for me. A new beginning where I commit to myself to write regularly, to be update and maybe someday start that exercise too.

Of course, who doesn't like being "Beauty with Brains."