Monday, May 14, 2012

What does a woman look for in a man?


what does a woman look for in a man? Before even you hit the enter button, Google comes out with a lot of options which read like chapters from a essay book which one used to refers to in high schools. Seriously! How can you generalize the taste and temperament of so many minds and come up with a solution?                                                                      
i don't quite really agree.                                                                   
Well before i sound like a desperate girl who browses through internt scoops to get a man. Please no.                                                                                                                        
This blog is result of a conversation with someone on what attracted her to a particular man in spite of the conventional yardsticks going against him.
My trysts with men(more so boys) weren't that impressive. I dont know how and when i turned into this “MAN -(ha)eater panther!
Maybe because of the bullies of my class .I created this hideous mail id -sweeto.hateguys..... which i still use as a memoir-a proof of my once crazy self.
People still perceive me to be a man-hater. I wont blame them for that. Our patriarchal mindset calls it feminism whenever a woman proclaim her basic right to be treated as a human being not a doormat or an object of lust.
I am straying from what i intended to write(i guess i am getting into my character).
What a women wants in man? Excuse me no snobbery here. The cliche -”tall dark handsome moneyed” should be thrown out of the window. Yes i am not being hypocrite when i say i can fall in love with a man who doesn't possess the conventional good looks or doesn't assure of immediate financial security. I believe i can be successful enough to fulfill my aspirations rather than hanging up to someone’s shoulders to fulfill the same.
Strong arms? not even that. A man trying to protect me can be a real turn off. I would( can!) never slim down to an extent where i would be a fragile doll wanting to rest in strong muscled arms. Seriously what are pepper sprays there for!!
Chivalry? Please a big no if you are trying to impress an independent self made woman. Holding the doors open for me makes me feel like a paralyzed corpse who cannot do it of  its own. Do not offer to help unless you are asked for.
Personal hygiene? yawn i don't care. Most woman wont judge for a man for that as long as you don't meet them along with smelly socks for faint inducing body odour. You are free to live your life as a rat in your own space.
Loyalty as well as space. While a woman would want a commitment but please not any cheesy”till death would do us apart” thingy. A practical and mature man who would want to be together as long as the relationship stays healthy and good. Once the compatibility issue comes up and the relationship turns into a dog-cat one, instead of working on it to get it improved, people who cling to it for the sake of clinging to it are real A**.
Recently someone asked who would i prefer of the characters Raj and Suri in the ultra cheesy movie Rab ne bana di jodi. My immediate answer was of course the suri guy. He may stand out as a simple geeky stupid guy but what was commendable about him was his honesty, There lies the crux you may be a little less on the intelligent quotient, but you should be absolutely honest and genuine. (BTW i would really like to meet someone who’s(or claims to) absolutely intelligent! )
Another thing- whats with this word maturity! pet word of most of them.
Would you like a guy who dresses talks and behaves like a poker faced serious guy? what a spoil sport! What are our elder brothers and father for!(btw i am lucky enough to have a uber cool father and brothers) Someone who’s light and talks about things you could relate  to is what most woman would like in a guy. Talking about some tulip revolution or some isms which goes right above your head makes a woman feel stupid. Never do that.
Having rambled a lot I guess whatever left should be for the guy to do his homework and find out for himself!!!!!


Thursday, May 10, 2012

sometimes here sometimes there....



Sometimes here and sometimes there
i ask myself who i do i belong
the obdurate me doesn't answer back..
the moral me frowns...
the feminist me reverts that i am complete by myself..
but the real me winks...
thus starting the vicious circle again
sometimes here..
sometimes there.......

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Regrets......

Hyuk, hyuk, a year comes to an end. What a year it was! I have finally completed a whole Georgian year in an alien land (read: hostel) . While I do miss the comforts of my dear home, yet I am glad to have been here for it has taught me the valuable lessons of my life(CLICHÉ!). It helped me emerge as a frank and laidback person who’s learnt to take life as it comes , preferably at a steady pace, no running around bushes frantically because life is too short not to stop and smell the roses. The bad loser i am, I can never let a year pass without too much of brooding over many instances of ‘split milk’ , ‘lost chances’ ,and ‘missed opportunities’. (excuse my idiosyncrasies).
As I write this, I can’t help but mentally stack a pile of regrettable stuffs I did and the losses I incurred in the year. (I don’t know why this one’s the first) Loss of conviction and belief in bollywood ever since I watched the uber-hit “BODYGUARD”. I hate it with a vengeance and this holy hatred I would carry to my grave. A real stupid and cheesy movie!
This one’s I really regret. Lost sight of the weight loss spree that I had picked up last year. Thanks to the generous helpings of oil and potatoes in my mess, a single meal a day can compensate for all the carbs that one carefully guarded against by skipping all other meals in the day.
It’s one thing to go overboard with enthusiasm while flaunting my feminist views , it’s another thing to start supporting opportunistic bitches and almost-whores who change guys at drop of hat. This one I really lament!
This lazy tsarina woefully regrets for the lost ties and bonds with dear friends. This happened because my bones were too lazy to reply to messages or too much of penny-pinching to make a call!
I would want to strangle myself when I recall those instances when I was purposively fooled and foxed by so-called friends. I have learnt my lesson. Come on witches! I am ready to take bang-on you.
Finally, as the year gets under way, let’s fasten our seatbelts and get ready to herald a new beginning with new challenges……

Sunday, September 4, 2011

A year after all....

You remember ....
it's a year afterall
a year of first glance
first words..
i guess that's all.
My first attempt to smile
your attempt to reciprocate
ending in nothing more than
an indifferent look!
a year after all
of all those unspoken conversations..
of all that puzzled looks
unfruitful and weary walks..
yet a soothing unsung music..
ending in that that perfect symphony
for years to come..
for memories to adore..
forever...

Friday, July 1, 2011

Life at JNU.....a real mocktale!

Awww......as usual this comes a little late. But for those at JNU , it would be like-"Masters ka bachha and she thinks she understands JNU". Never mind let me go forth... I hadn't written on anything worthwhile since a long while. Blame it on jnu's crushing academic culture that forces even people like me to shit(pun intended) and study.What can be more interesting than an account on jnu(mark my obsession with jnu).

My first rub-off with jnu(literally) came up when i was in fourth standard. We had this general knowledge test where we had to write full forms of certain abbreviations. JNU was one of them.
"Ignorance is bliss". I wrote something like-"Joint National Union". My papa was furious. "what you don't what jnu is! It's a premier and elite university of the country, Jawahar lal nehru university is considered as an IAS hub coz maximum people in the list come from this place''. Later, i used this gyan on him to convince him to let me study humanities after having studied science at twelfth standard. "papa i want to study in JNU, you know its the place where maximum IAS emerge. siting for civil services exam after btech doesnt seem viable".

My tryst with jnu came when i was scouting at fiction corner of a bookstore. I came across this book '' SUMTHING OF A MOCKTALE-at jnu where kurta fell in love with jeans". I had read it with utmost devotion and sincerity as if the jnu entrance examinations were to be based on that book.
The book carried somewhat a descriptive account of life at jnu. Thus i knew "PSR'', ''NEELGAI'', ''GANGA '', ''NEELGIRI DHABA'' etc...I was much into jnu than i actually was...Somehow i managed to clear the entrance tests and oficially(finally) i was in jnu.
My sister came along with me to complete the admission procedure. The hectic admission process and the sweltering delhi heat just added icing on it. Get this folio re signed at ad block and deposit it dsw office(located in a faroff destination) and than deposit that one at your centre...blah! blah!....with the over enthusiastic admission assistants.Amidst all this rush my sister delivered a prophecy-"" this rush gonna slim you down"' that was o come true in days to come. One thing i would want mention about the volunteers at admission process. one hour of assistance and they think they have got the girl! In days to come the frown on their face is so much visible when they spot you with a male friend or a classmate. " sara admission maine karwaya lekin dekho kisi aur ke sath ghum rahi hai". WTF!
Then i came in terms with the realistic picture of jnu. The severe hostel crisis! Volunteers of a certain political group were like Don't worry we ll make all requisite arrangements and they gave me a list of numbers to call and remind them. Poor me! i kept on trying till i found the numbers as unreliable as those who gave it. Somehow i found someone to humour me as guest till i get a hostel. Should i mention the humiliation and atrocities inflicted upon me by the other owner of the room?Naa.. lets forget all bad bad things...

My first class was in phonetics. I had missed the previous few classes i couldnt make a head or tail of the ''aaa'' ''eee'' sounds that were being discussed. Next was an introductory course on linguistics taught by one the renowned philosopher of the country. All the discourse passed horizontally parallel above my head. MY meek attempts to make anything out of it did nothing other than pricking my recently bloated ego(for having qualified to study in JNU). That moment i concluded linguistics is nowhere related to literature(my subject in graduation) and a great struggle lies ahed.
Academics apart, let me mention my brushing off with this cultural organisation which is supposed to provide a platform for people with same regional background to showcase their cultural identity.But what it actually does is to provide a "DATING" platform for the peolpe from with same background.!!!!( For all those who can identify this, excuse my tongue-in-cheek humour which intends a smile rather than mocking anybody).

Dating culture is quite adamant and straightforward here. With the lathi of GSCASH hovering there's hardly any scope for flirtatious courtship. Romance,here, brews with the teacup in the dhaba and gains momentum with the lunch at Aravali canteen. One thing's quite peculiar about couples here is that people hardly admit or go public about their relationship(as if they are some celebrity! phew). One walk around the ring road at night and u get to see these lovebirds coochie- cooing up who would otherwise maintain- ' we are just friends' or 'we are together working on an termpaper thats why i visit his room'. Once caught red handed holding hands together its quite sight to see the sheepish smile on their flushed face. SWEET INNOCENT CAMPUS ROMANCE, after all. lovely!

The most pronounced and outstanding feature about JNU is its political activism. I just love the bitchy cat fight(ekdum ladki style of calling each other names). One party calls the other 'lumpen' and the next day the other one retorts with 'opportunists' what not... I am an avid follower of the parcha culture here. I just the stylistic literary efforts used to write each other down. But it happens in a real dignified and disciplined manner(in typical JNU style).
Yahan sabka khoon garam rehta hai. Bring a small issue and people are ready to protest on it.

Not to forget the spine chilling delhi winter. No summers here are much bearable 'coz i have worse summers back home. In spite of the bone breaking winter, traumatic term papers, deadly deadlines for submissions and nauseating academics, i have grown fond of this place.
This phase of my life is one of the best of my life. In times to come, i am sure this place will surely have an imprint in molding and grooming the person i would be.
Whatever it might be- I AM LOVING IT....

Monday, April 11, 2011

Self -Obsession

They call it self obsession
when i stare at the silvered glass of
mirror
seeming to the world
narcissistic
self-besotted
admiring my eyes

poor "they"
remain oblivious
as i search for clues in those eyes
for having deserved
that look in our eyes
your love unflinching
your admiration overwhelming


while to world
i seem
besotted with myself
besotted with you........

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Day Dreams

I pinched myself
to reflect upon the reality
new founded
newly seen
newly set
did it really happen
coz it was perfectly
as i had seen
it coming.
don't hold me down
i would want to float
away in the
mild breeze
of my newfounded reverie
in my new grown wings.
Dont hold me down......