*hiccup*honesty*hiccup*

Undiplomatically speaking

There IS a colour bias and we all need to deal with it. Some are biased towards fair skin and others towards dark. There are bigger problems at hand. Find someone who likes the way you look and someone you like to look at. Try and find both qualities in the same person.
*chuckles*

Women can never treated as 'equal' to men in Delhi, India. It can't happen because of a woman's suseptability to rape, to injury, and finally due to a deep rooted fear of loss of honour when the rape/injury is made public knowledge. The branding of a woman as a victim or loose are both currently fatal. We can only control our own worldview. Respect men, women, animals.. if you want to make a difference.

Being Over-Weight is *yawn* not impressive superficially speaking. If you're uncomfortable with the way you are being 'treated' then deal with it. Either exercise those kilos off or be comfortable with the idea that not everyone will think you're hot. The deal is, even if you lose 10 kgs...still... not everyone will think you're hot. So get to a point where you're comfortable with yourself. Work at it. When you feel good about you, well that's better than a chocolate cupcake.

Interestingly, the main problem in all of the above is a feeling of victimization.
Unfair TREATMENT meted out to you by a shallow industry marketing fairness creams and bone-melting sugarfree through funny sexist ads.
I think the time is right for me to say what I really think.
There's a need to get over this persecution complex.
I can say it over and over in a million different ways.

The key is to love yourself and if there Is something you don't like about yourself...
Like
-your laziness
-your morning breath
-your thighs
-your skin colour
-your nail paint
You can work on it. It's okay to want to be fairer. It's okay to want to be more tanned.
It's okay to want to have a bust line and its ALSO okay to look like you're just a teeny bit starved. I'm not sayin STARVE..but the looking-starved look does seem to be desirable right now.
Go about it the healthy way... work out, eat right...fit into that tiny bikini!
Scrub that nail paint off :)
Do what it takes to make yourself happy.
Life is too precious to always live diplomatically...
Sometimes the wildest thing you can do is conform.
Conform if it makes you happy.
Pink-Green-Purple hair is a cool way to rebel.
But don't rebel if it doesn't make you happy.
That's all I'm saying.

Let's be happy now :)
Time for a smile :D

Shiny Bubbles

Some people think I'm a romantic.
I guess everyone means something different when they say it.

It's like calling someone 'girly'.
Person A thinks girly means cute.
Person B thinks its a step above a 19th cent. hanging-on-a-mans-shoulder damsel.
(or do i mean a step below?)

A romantic.

I Believe in chemistry? Yes
Believe in romance? Yes
Believe in the concept of 2 people being happy together? Yaaaaaais.

Believe in happily-ever-after? Hmm. Toughie there.
You see I believe you can live happily-ever-after but I don't necessarily think a Prince need be in the picture for that.
I mean, yes, there will be company for most of us in our old age... but somehow I think one can't depend on someone else to KEEP them happy...forever! (even momentarily actually)
I have nothing against men. I don't think they are cheating lying scum or something.
I just think its very hard to live with those kind of expectations from anyone.

God willing, you will meet a nice person who you like to laugh with and you suit each other temperamentally. I hope that happens for you. I believe it Can happen for some people.
But ultimately, when your hair is turning grey and your back is giving you trouble... don't wonder where the fairy-tale went.
I think life may be about embracing each bit, as gracefully as our nature and circumstances permit.
There is great dignity in acceptance.

What I'm saying is I do believe in love. True love.
But I think one must look beyond the obvious for that.

I could spell it out, but heck, even if its someone else's template that I've happily downloaded...
It is Still my blog.
And ambiguity is back ladies.

(check out http://www.theseekerscribbles.blogspot.com/! that's where I spill the beans and spell it out)
:)
Thanks to shwuti for the happy directions to the template maker.
Happy day tomorrow to you all.
God Bless!

Desire One

The Dream this December!!! The backless-choli club has been formed and darling sisters' nuptials are the occasion! The family is growing :)

Of girlhood and growing up

Dear girls,

Stay with me on this.
Peace will not be found in Britannia cheese slices.
It will not be found in a chocolate fountain.
It will not be found in late night tv.

You can find some through exercise.
Some through meditation.
The most by being true to yourself.
Nobody but you can help you find peace.

xoxo

Time to go to bed.
Though I'd say Hi.
Hi!

GoodNight then

That isn't my current bed.

Oh well, we can't have Everything... materially that is.

Pink-a-Latte

I don't care about cricket.

I don't care about soccer.

I simply don't think it's important.

And that's okay.

It's okay to care too.

Okay to follow each match religiously and *sigh/cry* over results.

Free country etc... or so I'm told.
For me.. it has been.. is... may always be...

Boooooooooooooring

*shoots self*

Speaking of self.

Maa burrday is on its waaaaaaay!

Its flapping its tiny wings(?) and singing.. LOUDLY

It's SO boarded the plane/helicopter/jet!

My birthday is so cool, si?

Now... what should I get for turning 22?

Seeing as it has been a lot of work TURNING 22

what with eating sleeping etc.

I think I deserve a day, no YEAR, no LAAAIFTAIME (of grammar lessons:) )

no no... I deserve tons of joy!

So I ask of myself this day... with exactly a month remaining

To make sure I get it

To make sure I feel joyful and blessed

Cause I am :)

Love you all!

Plus I also turn ONE :)

How utterly fabulo-so.

Okay those spelling lessons might help.

eh.

PS- I'm SO having that pink drink on mii budday!

I don't care if it has peeled kheera in it or yellow lauki (eww)

It shall be pretty pink and I shall gulp it down in staaayle(style. moron.)

xoxo

(in pure barbie pout)

*muahahaha!*

To Write

What makes me think I'm a writer?

I think words are beautiful... they're like that proverbial stick you can either use to break a window or help a blind man walk

I truly feel like I physically invest a part of me into everything I scribble out

ie. my work=my baby

When I'm deeply sad I instinctively turn to writing

When I'm deeply happy I take a few breaths... calm down.. and begin to write

I once believed words were the way to eternity... to live in the life of someone else once your own life has passed... Now I don't think too much about eternity... Now I just think words can be therapeutic

Words can work miracles. They really can... they can cement relationships.. start new ones and sometimes.. they allow a stranger to guide your biggest decisions. Words Matter.

I think I'm a writer because I value words.

I've slowly learnt the cost of each.

Words can be like nails dug into a wall.. even if the nail is pulled out.. the impression remains.

I'm a writer because I choose to be one, choose to have it matter to me, choose to want to be a writer each time I write.

You know what they say about the pen being mightier than the sword right?

I always like the Horatio's who stick back long after the Hamlet's have died... they stick back and tell us the story

Cheers to Writing

Cheers to all of us who try :)

God Bless us All Everyone

Chiggy Wiggy

I'm contemplating writing a book.
This time for real.
er. really.

A- oAoAoAooooAH.
no really.
A- A book with no adjectives.
No happy day.
No cheery smile.
Just facts.
Yeah... a bestseller on my hands, no?
No subjective adjectives at least.
and NO nature mirroring the mood!
sheesh.

B-I could go the multiple option way and make the book interactive.

The --------- girl felt really bad.
(fat/thin)
She was the only ------- girl in her family.
(repeat above choice)
Her friends were super --------.
(go wild... put in your own adjective!)

Sigh. Next Exam Paper is Fiction.
I'll tell you One thing though.
My readers will never know Anything about me through my book.
NUuuurthing!
Nothing.
Except that im super super cool and i dont smoke.
Thats it
Thats all they're getting out of it.
Not my point of view on Iraq or Cosmo or Nail paints or Terrorism or the word Actor instead of Actress.

That'll all be from this blog.
yeah that's right.
Potloads of money shall i make off of this.
someday... somedaaaaaaaaay :)

Ps- don't smoke kids.

them law make them suicide illegal.

Nautanki On TEE-VEE!

DID you KNOW they have a SHOW on V that actually has..
wait for it.. a woman actually called TEMPTATION.
as in they REALLY refer to a PERSON as temptation!
and right now, one guy tried flirting with her by calling her 'lassi'

*dies*

also, there is a love shack where 4 committed men get to stay with 'temptation'
for a night
Plus she carries 90 thousand with her.
Also. you gotta dump your girl to succumb.
As in your girlfriend.
As in your GIRLFRIEND.
For someone you Just met.

*Can't stop watching*
YIKES