Sunday, 5 February 2017

People are Nuts!

Basically all Nuts are good. They are healthier too than the cheaper tastier yet unhealthy snack.
 My favorite kind is the Walnuts. It requires no seasonings no condiments. But they are so expensive and finding the fresh kind makes them hard to get. Sometimes when I do have the money for it and when I do find them, it goes wrong, as I end up with a bag of stale walnuts. When it could have been great it goes waste with a big disappointment. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take the risk of buying another bag next time. I will always love walnuts.  
Some nuts need extra work to be done to make them likeable. Like Almonds, they are kind of chewy and not that great if you have them as they are. They transform into crispy and wonderful when roasted. Yes, a little work but they can become delicious.
Cashew – oh! When roasted in a little butter with a tiny pinch of salt and pepper can take me to a beautiful far off place way beyond the skies. But I purposely, so consciously avoid buying it as I know that they are not good for me.
 Pistachio – needs salt. But if you don’t like salty snack like me, then it is not for you. Pistachio and I can never have a good time. Sad but I don’t cry over that, as there are other Nuts for me.
And some Nuts no matter what you do, or what you add to it, still makes you nauseous. All we can do is stay away from it and understand that it’s not the fault of the Nut, it’s the hand that picked it.


Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Are men smarter in relationships?


I guess they might be. Shocking yeah!
 My feelings towards men are as confusing as it is understanding a woman for men.  I am still learning new things about me and it is amazing when that happens. I  have this wtf moment!  My mind goes “wtf you took these many years to realize this?!”  I have started learning from “them”  because they seem to be more relaxed and happier than women. Here are the things we have to learn from men
1.  not wanting to be special
Many problems arise because women want to be treated special. A guy looks at himself as a guy simple.  He never wants to be treated any differently  than others. He loves being one with the crowd. But women? I can’t even wear the same dress as another woman. It is not just expecting others to treat me special that makes cracks in the relationship, but I treat myself like I am not ordinary. That is where the drama starts. When something, anything happens we tend to exaggerate the event and the feelings associated with it. And so tears and turmoil!
2. not for decorative
Yeah women know better to beautify any space . We have a knack for such things. But guys know how not to complicate a relationship and keep it  clean. I am not saying that they know to keep a successful relationship. But they keep it much simpler than we do.  I could doubt the foundation of the relationship if certain words are missing or certain acts are forgotten.  Forget their birthday, Not a problem to them! I still think about what was gifted to me years back and wonder if he loved me at all!
3. not keeping a stupid  pyramid
This is the major mistake that girls do.  We think of “him” as our world and forget about friends and sometimes even family. ‘He’ is put on a pedestal, huge efforts and time  are dedicated on his behalf; in a way that even the guy begins to believe that he is more than what he is worth. But a guy never ends or ignores his friends. He doesn’t have a pyramid of priorities. It’s all ‘plain’ to him.


 My Guy

My Guy

My Guy

 My Guy


 Pyramid of a Woman in love
                               (Add Work, Family, Friends below those levels and do picture a triangle too around "My Guy")
                      
4. not wanting to share everything     
This is the best and the most difficult lesson to learn. Ancient philosophers included, people of all  ages in history say that A woman is a Mystery. How silly! I think they overlooked the genius of men. I have this uncontrollable urge to share everything that happened from the moment I opened my eyes till the moment I opened the doors for him. Men don’t talk nor do they want to listen to us go on and on about every little detail about every little thing that had happened that day or from the day we were born. We perceive their zen like trance to be indifference. Why do we have this need to dump it all out? Yeah it is good for us but I don’t know if it is good for the relationship. He is just a guy, who went through the day like anyone else, not a therapist.
 P.S.
 They may be "smarter" but nature can not be manipulated. The gender fight will never end as long as we are true to our nature.

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Lipstick!



This may sound shallow to some, but not to me. I was fascinated by this tiny stick of color right from my young age. I was in fourth or fifth grade when I first put it on my lips. It was a school dance and had to stand in a long line of eager girls to get to the make up guy. After he dabbed the what looked like a paint brush on my lips, I knew I was pretty without even looking in the mirror. I kept my head high as I left the room full of ‘average looking’ girls. And then I got to see it in the movies, pretty women taking this shiny stick out from their expensive purses. More than what it does I was fascinated to see how the attitude was highlighted when they put it on.  It was like a weapon with some invisible power  given to the soul.
 The first time I went out in public with lipstick on was when I was 26. Shocking yeah!  Brought up that way.  I didn’t have a clue about picking the right color. My first lipstick was  brick red, then it was blood red, I even had a purple and a  lightest of shiny brown shade.
Many people have told me that lipstick doesn’t suit me and that I shouldn’t use it. I even embarrassed my sisters once when I used a color that made my lips look  “like they are burnt.”  

What is truth? What I see in the mirror or what others tell me what they see?
 It is funny how our mind works.
It is easier as long as it is just one mind that we listen to.

Feminism? No, thank you!

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