Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Your Favourite Thing Is No Longer A Favourite!

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But the absolute worst was when people asked if I was okay. Because then I had to admit that it was real, it happened, and we weren't together anymore.” 



A week ago, I received a message from a girl who was grieving over her break-up. She asked me to write a post about her relationship. This post is definitely not about her relationship. This post is about the things which were once our favourite transform into not SO favourite things during/after a break-up. For instance, let us talk about sitcoms. Consider yourself lucky, if your ex doesn't watch sitcoms. (Yippee!) If he does, well, do not share your favourite sitcoms with him. Let me warn you, each time you watch that favourite episode of yours, you do not see Joey in it, no, you don't. In fact, you see your ex. So rule no. 1, never watch your favourite sitcoms with anyone. (Your ex as Joey is such a blasphemy, I tell you. I mean, it is Joey for Christ's sake.)

But let me tell you what's the worst thing-your favourite restaurants. I mean, how many of us have literally stopped going to our favourite restaurants after break-ups because they trigger all the old memories and makes us go...you know...damn, you know it. If you are a foodie and you love your favourite restaurant, don't share it with anyone because you wouldn't want to sit and sulk at the place which was once your favourite corner. Oh dear!

Sometimes, ice-creams helps you a lot to come out of terrible situations. Yes, a second serving helps you a lot more and an entire tub of it just solves all your problems. I know people are always telling us things that we don't want to hear, and we sort of stay in denial during these times. Who are we kidding, anyway? My girl friend (and she happens to be my 3 A.M. friend) tells me ice-cream therapy doesn't work. She tells me that her favourite flavour of ice-cream gives her panic attacks. I wish I could roll my eyes. I wish. But I couldn't for the fact that she would read this post. So she tells me how Oreo Peanut Butter ice cream was her favourite, and how she and her ex shared it almost everyday. (Well! Why don't I get to eat that shit everyday) And she tells me between sobs and hiccups that she is not able to forget him or eat her favourite flavour of ice-cream that she used to eat everyday. 

The woes just don't end here. My friend tells me that he regrets sharing his playlist with ex because it reminds him of her. I mean, seriously, every time, you fish out that iPod of yours, and listen to your favourite track by Coldplay, what happens? It simply drifts you into not so pleasant memories or like in my case, very pleasant memories because I never dared to share my playlist with anyone else. Isn't a playlist like a personal diary, duh? It is. Every bit. Never share it, okay?

Your favourite restaurants, songs, movies, sitcoms, food, and you get the drift, right? All these things are no longer your favourite. They remind you of things that are no longer yours. I know right. So, when you eventually lose a person anyway, why do you want to gamble with your favourite sitcoms, ice-cream or restaurants? Sometimes, it is nice to be selfish and keep your favourites to yourself instead of sharing them with your partners, because your favourite things should help you to come out of the trauma. Not increase your trauma.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Can We Stop The PDA, Already? :O

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Hello people! I am traumatized. Like, really really. I turned up at work after a long period and everything feels so NEW. For instance, I see this couple doing rounds all over the office painting it in red. Do not get me wrong there. I love couples, people in love, and all that jazz. I love couples who claim their love for each other to each other, you know? Not to the entire work-place. I mean, gosh!

I completely understand. We all have quite endearing nick-names for our loved ones and it evokes a certain amount of pleasure to call them. Yes, I agree. But calling people as "Shona" and "Babushka" at work-place or in public in a voice that is higher than 10000 decibels? Not a cool thing.

I know, it is amazing that you have a partner with whom you could share every freaking thing but hello? You don't have to let the entire universe know that. And oh, since few of us here don't have anyone out there to share everything and look forward to, we feel like shit. Too much of love, baba! Of course, I do have my blog with whom (and where) I share everything. Oh yessssssss! My blog is the best thing that has happened to me, so may be, I should write a meaningful love letter for my adorable blog? Okay, I'll shut up. 

Let's face it. Couples who go head over heels for each other in public aren't the epic examples of love. I mean have you ever come across William Shakespeare's protagonists calling each other "muffin" in the public? Okay, I know they are fictional characters. While gushing over each other and whispering sweet nothings is a nice thing and all that, doing so in the public just attracts brick bats.

And on an unrelated note, ladies, please stop acting dumb with a guy. If a guy does not like you for what you are, then there is no point in changing yourself for him. Acting dumb is a big no-no. You listening?

So what do you think happens if you go all mushy-mushy in front of a zillion spectators? Of course, not the "Brangelina" sort of mushy-mushy which we, the weak-hearted people, could tolerate. Well, this is what happens:

1) You are a laughing stock of those zillion spectators. And they just go around talking about you to their friends. Do you want to be that?
2) You are the only topic of discussion during sleep-overs and girls night-outs. How creepy is that?
3) Occasional blog-posts from cold hearted people like me. (Sniff! I know we don't understand your eternal love.)

Okay. I am done. Bye.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

My Article In Deccan Chronicle.

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Wuhoo! So, today's Deccan Chronicle (Chennai) has published an article that I have written. I AM JUST SO EXCITED.

People from Chennai, do check it out. And the others, well, the e-paper.

Indiblogger, thank you SO much! :D

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Sunday, August 11, 2013

Women-The Famous Drama!

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“Well-behaved women seldom make history.” 

You know how much I love this quote? I mean, I sort of consider it as a holy line whenever I do things that I am not really proud of. Like seriously, we do not have to be well behaved all the time, do we?

I digress.

Alright, I know I have been passing quite disdainful remarks about men and their haughty nature and whoa, quite a female attention my blog grabbed there but we all know the famous, old school quote that says no one is perfect. It pretty much speaks for this post. 

(This post is majorly about the common mistakes that I do in massive amounts. Some of you ladies are pretty wonderful and come without any drama and all that. I wonder how. But yes, I hope you don't find this post condescending. Cheers!)

Women are complicated. I accept it. Honestly, there are times when I wonder why we do few things. But we are women. And that is how we are. We act without using our brains. Ah, now that is where men earn brownie points because women are world class experts at acting without thinking. We have created a niche for ourselves in that sector and boy, men can never beat us there. Ha!

Let us dive deep. Women are wonderful, amazing, pretty mothers, sweet sisters, lovable partners and all that. But we are outrageous. We surely do understand herculean issues easily and take it in own stride but the petty issues are never forgotten. Never! Our drama is epic. Of course, it is pointless and baseless as ever. Still, it is epic.

The other day, I had a nasty fight with my friend and I bashed him badly. It didn't end there. He knocked some sense into my head and I got the taste of my own medicine. For instance, I am an obnoxious (Thank you) idiot and the things I do depend on my mood. I might love you a lot but if my mood is not okay, well, I am a neurotic person let out on loose and if my mood is okay, I am my adorable self. . 

There are moments when people are extremely busy and they might not have time for us. Women don't take it very easily. We build several stories and create a plot in our head which is ouch, miserable. Why do we this? But we are women, and that is how we are.


We take Dr. Suess tad too bit seriously. On a serious note, it does not work out this way most of the times. I fathom why! 

There are moments when everything is just so outright positive and we crave for imperfection. When there is an imperfection, we pine for perfection. One moment, when we are sweet and caring, the other moment, we are cold and crabby. We love challenges and anything that is less than challenging is so boring and routine for us though I am in a Please-No-More-Challenges mood right now.

We love men, and try everything to change them, and when they change, we shun them saying, "You know what? You aren't the same anymore. I don't think it is working out." CLASSIC! 

Sometimes, I wish we were like men-no drama, more understanding, more sensible, less emotional baggage. But we are women and we are loved for what we are. Despite all the drama and insecurities, we care. We don't portray our emotions like men. Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. Remember? (What the hell am I saying! Boo)

The major point-All men are cut from the same cloth. Men function similarly. Kind of. Almost. But women don't and never expect two women to act just the same. Yes, when one woman is sane and all that, the other woman is all about being cold and obnoxious; bickering and being loud doesn't mean we care anything less. We are women and this is how we are wired. It is hazardous to be stuck in a process of figuring us out. Let us be! *Girl Power*

Monday, August 05, 2013

Are Women Emotionally Strong?

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“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.” 

"Women are emotionally weak and they need men to do everything in their lives." Let us all pause for a moment and assess how true this statement is. Actually, it is not true at all. It is a fallacy. I have been listening to this statement a lot lately and I believe women need men as much as men need women. How long are we going to live in a state of denial saying men are stronger than women? Yes, definitely, men are considered to be the stronger sex and women are considered as the weaker and the fairer sex. However, I am referring to the emotional strength here.

We, women, cry out a lot. We do not do a great job in bottling up our fears and feelings. Men do not cry. It is a rarity. And they do a perfectly great job in covering up their feelings. In most of the cases, they do not discuss the problems, they tend to postpone them. But I am not blaming them here. They are wired that way and women are wired in an entirely different way. 

I would not agree that women are emotionally weak. Women are surely stronger than men when it comes to emotions. But there are few instances where we go wrong. For instance, we depend a lot. On men. Not just on our platonic partner, we depend on our father, guy friends, uncles etc. And when they deny us something, we think that is the end of the world. That doesn't mean we cannot handle our situations. We can. It is just that we depend too much and give a lot in relationships. Sometimes, we lose ourselves in those relationships and give in so much that it hurts like shit when we come out of them. It is like we leave a part of ourselves there and move out. 

Like Joseph Conrad said, it is an incredibly different task to be a woman. We multitask, we over think, we over analyze, and create situations that have never existed and might never exist. But our problems don't just end here. Like an icing on the cake, men complicate our lives. Now, do not get me wrong there. Men, in spite of being chivalrous, nice and all that, they are extremely ridiculous. And whoever said women are complicated and are tough to figure out surely did not understand the fact that we deal with men, and their massive male zeta ego. Oh please, let me just not get there. It is a taboo zone.

The other day my girl friend, Saubhagya called me up and spoke a great deal, and asked, "How did we land up in such a mess, Miss P(A strange way of regarding me as Miss Patnaik)?" Now, that is a million dollar question, the answer to which is umm..I don't know. Women are emotionally stronger. Let me tell you why! We crib, and demand for attention and emotional security but we reach a point where we realize that we don't want to be an emotional baggage on the person we love the most. Men are strange. They can be an emotional baggage and a messy one at that. But they do not want to put up with our emotions. What a shame! We do not shy away from problems. We discuss them openly and get over them eventually. It is a painfully slow process though. Even when men hurt women repeatedly, women pull themselves together and well, get with it. I mean, just because we cry a lot it doesn't mean we are weak. It is not a sign of vulnerability. It is just a sign of losing love and affection and I can vouch for that. 

In every case, women are emotionally stronger. Crying out loud isn't a sign of emotional weakness. Anyway, all we need is a pair of new shoes to make our lives better. And oh boy, men need a lot. They pretend to be groovy and all that. But they are world class sulk-ers. (A word like that doesn't exist.)

Saturday, August 03, 2013

Romi & Gang: Book Review

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Book: Romi & Gang
Author: Tushar Raheja
Publishing House: Pirates
ISBN-13 978-81-926810-0-9
Price: 149/-

I was supposed to review this book a month ago but I was so caught up in work that I could not. And finally, I finished reading the book.

The first thing that pops into your head when you see the author's name is 'Anything for you ma'm' which was a national best-seller. This book happens to belong to a completely different genre and I found it as a spot of joy to have read it. What you will really love about this book is the illustrations. They are totally cute and I drifted back into the days of Summer that I spent reading Enid Blyton.

Romi & Gang is a book that narrates the story of Romi and his group of friends. (Of course!) Romi, a thirteen year old boy, deeply passionate about Cricket is adventurous and like the book mentions, he is the hero of his universe. Romi and his gang of friends spend their evenings playing Cricket in the maidan. The major characters that revolve around Romi are Sunny, Golu, Sukhi, Nikita, and Victor Sir. Many instances in this book reminded me of my childhood and the days spent with the childhood friends. Gold!

Romi and his gang spend their days playing Cricket, talking about their school, believing in ghosts etc. Like every child, Romi collects the pictures of his idols and stores them in a book. He adores them. Later, Romi ends up stealing a box of balls for their gully Cricket and their lives change massively when Romi accepts the fault. They are divided into different sections. But it doesn't end right there. They are promoted to ninth grade and the inter school Cricket tournament is the major thing they vouch for. However, they don't make it to the list of the players. So, the junior class competes with the senior class to prove their capabilities. Though, they do not win the match, they earn a huge amount of respect. And that is a huge achievement for them. The newspapers bears news about them the very next day.

I expected something 'huge' out of the character 'Kim' but it was lost somewhere as the plot progressed and that was disappointing. The story could have been more appealing but I did enjoy the book and that is all that matters, right?

This book leaves a fine impression on a reader. Little things can bring a lot of joy and every reader will revisit their childhood through this book.

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