I know I should write more, I want to write more, but alas-
The cruel intentions of time
And lack of ideas in my mind,
Constrain me to chime, rhyme or whine!
Waah, yeh to poetry ho gaye:-)
And since I can’t manage my one blog with regular updates, I have gone ahead and done the most logical thing on this planet that there can be:
Joined another blog and their team of writers you can nominate me for the Most Logical Thinker Award this year.
But really, Darlings of Venus is an amazing place to be a part of, where a group of dynamic girls yes, I think just the idea that I’ll be teamed in with the “girls” was motivation enough would bring you everything girlie that every man should know and every woman should follow. It seems like a promising and a fun place and I have already left my imprints there -god help them now! Obviously, you are supposed to check this out too:
Waise bhi I am in a little thoughtful mood these days-thankfully I don’t take many risks by going beyond the “little”. My posts with my so-called Encounters with men, which are actually not even encounters-more like window shopping don’t ask me to explain that seem to have given the impression to many that I am Lady Ranjeet on the loose don’t ask again who that is-I am not Google.
Oh, I am so hurt! Matlab logon ne yeh samajh bhi kaise liye-ki mera koi standard he nahi hain! And whatever happened to new age villains and vamps that they had to compare me to the obnoxious looking, old-even-in-his-youth, Ranjeet; although thankfully Shakti Kapoor didn’t come to their dim brains. Some readers owing to my own over-the-top excitement to generate something notable in the mundane think that I strip men mentally-I almost anticipate a day when boys would button up even the collar buttons of their shirt on seeing me for otherwise there might be a close-up of my face where my eyes glimmer with lust and I roll my tongue over my upper lip, for I saw some man-flesh just like in Hindi films, heroines ka pullo would sarko to show a dint of the cleavage and turn the watching man into a hungry beast.
And perhaps fathers would tell their sons to get inside the house as Suruchi is on the prowl and I would be asked questions on the street like-ghar mein baap-bhai nahi hain kya? Why don’t they ask for the complete package of “ma, behen and patni” by the way, in Hindi movies to cover all possibilities, kyonki mere ghar mein to actually baap and bhai nahi hain, woh to apne ghar mein honge, na. Aise to they would motivate me to do wrong, na? Anyways, point is-Wtf! Mere andar ki sati savitri ko kitna kasht hua hain-many days of chocolates, brownies and flirting would be required to drown my sorrows.
In my frustration I put up this status on Facebook where people in large numbers extended their support to me oh crap, now I feel like Anna!
"Okay, time for a recheck on our freedom of expression-I have two blogger friends on my friends list who are dating each other n knowing how I talk n my updates, apparently she warned him to stay away from me feeling that I am too wild for anybody's good. She has deleted me from her friends list (good for her and me). What I would like to ask-Are people so duh now that they cannot see my humour n exaggeration just to evoke laughter, often at my own expense by all the drama? Or is understanding of wit such an unreasonable thing to expect in friends?"
I am also asked how my students/G feels about all these men! Helloooo, where are these bloody men, in the first place???????? My wishful hoping for some adventure is infectious it seems and drugged you all into thinking the same as reality perhaps...ah, it is still hurting and I don't even have Dettol antiseptic at home!*read this as my way of telling you that it is now time to shower me with some compliments*. And before you lose track of your goal mentioned in the asterisk, let me depart with my contemplations of an early sanyaas-damn you Himalayas for still not having sexy saadhus in your lush green set up!