Hairy Woes~

Every day for the metro, I see my fellow women travellers all geared up for office. What all of us have in common is - love for having a perfect hairstyle.

I love the day when we wash our hair.. nurture it.. fret over the fallen strands..catch a glimpse of them every time there is a mirror around..play with it..bury our faces in them and lastly feel alive in its sweet scent. But I had to learn all this a hard way.

I had long hair long time back in school. That time my mother used to braid them in two neat pigtails with school ribbons. I used to detest them.. I so wished to have shorter hair..and one day with a pair of scissors I cut them off. I felt so free. That was my sign of teenage rebellion against feminism, against anything that wanted to tie me, against pressure to look good and I succumbed to the pressure to look like rest of the girls - one short ponytail with side flicks. But my agony was far from over.. The sight of girls having perfect hair on television traumatized me... I have always had curls - weird wavy unmanageable ruthless curls - who would not listen to me no matter what amount of conditioners/softeners/gels/heaters I would employ. The hatred crept in silently and in college I got them tamed. The feeling of getting up in the morning to see your hair perfect was similar to having won a beauty pageant.  Perfect straight hair. That marked beginning of straight life without twists and curls. Probably that was what I wanted and when newbies began to thwart my happiness I again went through lot of treatments.

I have come a long way since then. I realized I had lost my only prized possession - my curls. They started to leave me and all I could see everywhere was hair strands. After a disaster, I let them be what they wanted to be. They stopped growing reflecting revenge for years of ignorance, hatred and indifference. I have tried to make up to them. One day they might listen. Since then, I have learnt to appreciate them and as one my friend said - to talk to them. I ask them to behave and sometimes like a relenting kid they do listen.

(PS: I am a girl after all.. and ranting about looks is in my genes :P :D And today I have a bad hair day :( )

The (Tea tray) meetings~

To be honest, I have been really busy! (Part of the excuse for not writing :P )

Moved to a new city, had new set of friends, same job, so on and so forth.

But one thing that really took me by storm was - meeting guys whom my parents had chosen - for marriage. Sadly, my ex relationships were not meant for marriage, else I would have been spared the torture of ogling at pictures of "goggle" clad guys in tight jeans and shirts on matrimonial websites. My expressions after seeing those pics usually range from "seriously" to "Why me! God” I don't know where all the good guys in this country (Read North) are. May be they are already hooked / married / gays or not on the websites my parents visit.

Nevertheless, after lot of black box testing, kundli matching, family background check etc. etc. I got a chance to speak to two guys over the phone. Two different guys.

Meeting number 1:

Guy Type: Workaholic

Rating: 3/10

This guy had no idea what to talk to a girl and how to treat a woman! He spoke to me as if am his colleague and we are discussing an important project.

The excerpts of the conversation that happened over the phone are:

Me (M): Hey, wassup!

Guy (G): Hi, how are you?

<Usual greetings follow>

M: So...........You are the first guy I am talking to over the phone regarding this whole marriage thing. And I have no clue what to talk about....

G: Don't worry. I have spoken to number of girls. So, I work for a consulting firm X.

<For people who don't know me, I am in Human Resources. So, I am good in asking these profile related questions>

M: Oh that's nice. So, what is your domain, current project?

<For the next 2 hours, this guy spoke about his company. By the time he finished, I knew the entire vision, strategy, work flow and structure of the organization>

M: Very interesting. So, what all you like/ do in weekends?

<Another 1 hour about how he is shaping his career>

And after these grueling sessions, I had given up. I hung up the phone. And this guy ended the conversation by:

G: Have a nice stay in the new place.

I was like errr... Aren't we talking again? Not that I wanted to. Anyways, his mother called my mother asking us to meet since we are in the same city.

So, we met. Twice. And both the times after detailed industry analysis, he left me at the middle of the road at 9:00 PM. Chivalry? Hello! If I would have met you over a normal date, you wouldn't have done it right!

Meeting number 2:

Guy Type: Wolf in sheep's clothing

Rating: 2/10

This guy was very decent. In fact after speaking to him for 2 hours ( I love talking over the phone), my first reaction was such a genuine guy. During the conversation, he told me he doesn't drink/smoke/party/ wants a 9 to 6 job and wanted to stay with his parents. He wanted his sister to meet me. My reaction to this was errr...... umm.....

He was working in the same company as my very good friend. So, I called her up.

Me (M): Hey, Do you know this guy?

Friend (F): Please, don't marry him. He is a ch**.

M: What?

<So, in the next half an hour, I got to know how this guy is a complete tharki and a drunkard, hits on any girl he comes across, utterly boring guy in nutshell - a complete no.>

And you know, after all this has happened, I couldn't help but think -

1. Why can't these guys be honest and accept who they are at the first place?

2. Just because you are meeting me through parents, you don't bother to woo me?

3. I am an independent, smart, young, educated woman. Why is it so difficult to accept that? And why marriage is the only goal?

I do not have answers to these questions. They just come up and I rant~

How to tackle unwanted questions - Part 1

Well, this one is meant for all those girls who have crossed the age of 25 and are single and their parents coax them everyday with profiles of "suitable matches"! On top of that nosy relatives, colleagues, friends, acquantances, neighbours, maids (list is endless) keep on asking questions for which you don't have any answers. Rather their hopes are built high if they ever see you with a guy. So, post New Year party I decided to compile all those instances which we girls have to face from married, committed, "its complicated" people everyday -

1. "Whom are you chatting with?"

First thought to that question usually is - Aliens. We are going to have an alien attack on Earth soon.

Answer I usually give - Nothing just a friend pinged.

Ideal Answer – My brother/sister is asking me maths questions! And he is so dumb he doesn’t know what is 13^19!

Now depending upon your convincing power the questions which follow these are:

2. "Guy or a Girl"

"Is he single"

"Are you interested in him?"

First thought - I hit upon any guy that talks to me in a day. From milkman in the morning to watchman in the night - no guy is safe from me :P

Answer I usually give - No just a friend.

Ideal Answer: Make up a romantic love-at-first-sight straight out of Mills n Boons story of how that guy is in love with his girl~ And you are just helping him.

Trust me next time they will not ask you the reason behind your blush when you check your What'sApp or BB.

  

3. Friends - "My friend is single - Let's hook you up"

Relatives - "My sister's cousin's brother in law's son is an eligible bachelor"

First thought -  Do I look unhappy being single? Or you want me to feel the same miseries you are failing?

Answer I usually give - Err.... Uhhhh......Not my type.

Ideal Answer -  For relatives just show them your monthly bills :P Esp in sale season!~

                          For friends - I still don't know. Guess it is time to look for a new gang! :P

To get completely rid of this situation one easy way out is to be with that Mr. Perfect on the white horse. But if that would have been that easy I wouldn’t have wasted my time writing all this! So, till that time "Liar Liar" is the way to go. :)

The Beginning of Office Gossips!

Again a long boring day in office and my thoughts started going bersek. Tried to make a checklist of the things to be covered -

 

1. Check current price of Petrol - that turned out to be as disheartening as the poor living below Rs. 32 a day! I don't have a car here and these prices ensure that it will be that way only~

2. Read News - But all I could find was - Dimpy Mahajan's miscarriage, Preganant Lara Dutta, Aishwarya's baby, Brangelina's twins... Why is it raining babies everyehere!

3. Chat with the available green dot list which was popping in my Gtalk list - Well, after number of random "Hey, Wssp", the conversation always ended in "brb". I guess "brb" is the easist, quickest, non-offensive way to tell somebody that "I am busy. I have work in office. Why don't you do something to justify your pay" :P

4. Check movie reviews and new trailers - There is a catch here. One, videos don't work in my outdated Windows XP desktop. Second, what is the point of reading a review if you can't see the movie. Third, if you have already seen the movie then reading the review will only add to your list of wrong decisions taken in life.

5. The last and the most dangerous one was to start writing about weird personalities of your colleagues. But well, life is about taking chances isn't it? We all love gossips and who is the better target than the innocent person sitting next to you, trying as hard as you to look busy by staring on the computer screen.  So, the KRA for the next few days is to observe the behaviors of these unsuspecting subjects and bitch (that will be harsh isn't it) about them. :)