Jiski Ki Biwi Moti Uska Bhi Bada Naam Hain? :D

Today, for ‘Shibratri’, while the women go foodless and happy at the prospect of  good husbands and uhmmmm... well... good husbands indeed, I started my day looking at the flab of fat that has accumulated in the last three months of sitting at home! I did blame it at the white colour that I was wearing, as suggested by the self proclaimed awesomeness. Yes it indeed was the white colour. But the flab that walked before me was a very ugly sight. Imagine spending the rest of your life in Kurtis not by choice, but because everything else makes you look like a football, And with this vertical extension, definitely a football. Now if you have ever liked the game where men is shorts show their hot or not so hot legs, and run after a ball, I have a chance. See! There is so much to look forward in life. Life is wonderful. And so are these offers that they provide at food places of and on. So munch on the ‘healthier’ sub with the healthy cheese on it, which of course is made from milk! And milk makes us strong! Yes! And suddenly I am one of those school seniors who have become ‘oshobbher moto mota’ after school.  And it is not even funny anymore.

All That You Need To know In Life

1. Women are NEVER wrong
2. They never say sorry!

Now that you know it, live with it :D

To All The Girls I've Loved Before

I first heard this song on the radio on a show called “Between the sheets” during school days when I used to solve Maths sums late at night. And you thought I am not a good girl. Huh.

So when I first heard this I was like 15 and thought what a cool dude the man is. Went out and down all the girls and still had the audacity of accepting it all. Back in those times the secondary school, sweethearts I saw were impossible to be separated and we even planned how their weddings would be and breakup was the next impossible thing. I never had a proper ‘love’ and all my likes and oohs and aahs lasted for 2 days and then phussss. I wondered what is wrong with me. So I loved the song, it became my love anthem and I thought that yes it is absolutely okay to have random crush at so many of the silly boys because when I turn 50, I would have something like this to write about my life and eventually nail the Nobel or at least the Pulitzer. Judge me :D

Years rolled. 2014. Valentines Week. The rj of the show “Between the sheets” posted this on his wall:

“ 

Anil Srivatsa

February 14

To all the girls I've loved before.... who've travelled in and out my door... I am glad they came along, but I dedicate this day (and this song) to just one girl I love to the core. Happy valentine's day my love! — with Deepali Srivatsa.

“

I was very very happy to read that. I have always loved Valentine’s Day. All those who constantly defend their morkotness behind the age old every-day-is-valentines-day, are idiots. There are special days which must be celebrated. So going back to the topic, this song! I heard the song the first time after leaving school on the 14^th of February this year, after reading that status. This time I felt like it is a sad song. Not a song for the stud as I used to think back then. You can actually imagine the morose and lonely singer sitting on the rooftop with his guitar and a bottle of whiskey while he sings this, remembering and contemplating life. Because all the fun and variety of youth would finally find their own destinations and the restless bee would be left alone, in one of those dark corners, where he will have life experiences galore but not someone to tell those tales to. Men, accept it, you need us. Today and tomorrow. The SAME us! 

My college is about to end. 2010-2014. And suddenly, there are break ups everywhere. A recently heartbroken friend concluded that men need immense amount of time to mature and hence she should have known this would have been the final outcome of weaving dreams with a classmate. I get those what-would-you-know looks when I try justifying the sticking around and trying more policies. With time everything loses its charm and then you hunt to find new ones and end up gathering experience, love and good time from everyone. Who likes extra baggage? Says the hep and smart society, says this song.

 Really? What are we? Pigs?

And then there are nice gestures and people who celebrate their nth year of being together. Happily? Sadly? Matters? 

I can just speak for myself. After the initial lets-try-to-be-cool-and-stay-out-of-love years, I have become this sappy, melodramatic idiot from B grade Bollywood movies. There is nothing cool or awesome or modern or reassuring about that. I believe in love and commitment and long term and everything else that is a turn off. And that stays! And about this song, I still love it.

The first rain!

WHITE PINK RED

^_^

“Some things you don't have to promise. You just do.” 
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

And since it is promise day, my favorite day of the Valentine's week (and yes I am quite fond of all the mush), I was wondering when was the last time I ever promised something, or kept it for that matter. NEVER.
I have been wanting people to promise something nice to me and then the sadist in me plans to give it to them the moment they break their promise. Because, come to think of it, we do break promises. All the time.
I am terrible with promises.
And then I came across this quote and wondered if one ever promises about the things that he or she must. No. But they do stick around and do things anyway. With pleasure. And I feel like using one of those cheesy fb status 'feeling blessed' things. Ignore the mush or ignore yourself. The pretty quote again,

“Some things you don't have to promise. You just do.” 
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave