25 Men and 1 Woman!

Hey, as I typed this title for this particular piece...I couldn’t help but show all my already famous teeth in a big grin, thinking about what expectations would my readers light upon with this one...hmmm....Some would think this borders on porn and be titillated...Some would skip through thinking that this must be another sad news of a victim of man’s lust...

Nope, my friend, none of that!
This was the state of affairs in a movie theatre last night when my beloved and I went for an action flick...Fast and Furious...
And that’s just not all, while the cars on screen glided and somersaulted...whizzed past and vroomed... I was more at the edge of my seat than anyone else...
Oh boy, how I was tempted to rise up and applaud when Vin Diesel made that perfect narrow escape...but thankfully restrain and better sense prevailed.
Though I don’t enjoy 'all' the action pot boilers, but if it is fantastically shot and pacey...it has me all the way.
And when we got up to leave, my beloved generously pointed out that there were just men all around in the vicinity, around 25-30 of them and just 1 me...hmm...Hey, not complaining sweetie...what can be a better sight than that?
However, it’s just that most women are always conspicuously absent at such occasions...There we also met some guys who are part of our couple friends’ circle, out on a bachelor spree, for their women refused to have a head ache seeing so much action...

What am I trying to reach here to? You might be wondering...
Hmm...I have been tumbling upon in my mind about another facet concerning myself since...
Am I not a womanly woman?
Am I a man trapped in a woman?
Am I a man’s woman?
Or basically am I a weird woman?

Why so many bizarre assumptions are surfacing now? Let me explain.
Although most of us like to presuppose that we are different...I think I grew up with this notion, inseparable from my fabric...and almost arrogant to an extent about it... And now I live, breathe and thrive on it...thanks to many of my dear friends who push me into this hypothesis every now and then...
But just to remove the pompous effect from here...different is not always good!

I was not like the other girls when I was growing up...interested just in boys...Instead books, life, relations, communication fascinated me even then...
I sulked for hours because I used to get trapped in my own line of thoughts...
I almost lived in my own make belief world that would over power me from all corners...till reality again hit and brought me back...
Whoa...although I asserted in my defence I was more mature than gals my age...but I was simply put...almost uncanny.
I would metamorphose and change colours according to situations...
I was the teachers’ pet...studies pulled me magnetically to them...yet I could let my hair down and became completely mad when I was with friends...Together we have done the most peculiar of things that can be possible or imaginable for teenagers to achieve.

If we cut to now...I slip and slide into different roles with ease...although mood swings are big time downers still.
I am not the typical stereo type woman running the show at home with supposedly 10 hands working at the same time...
Yet in my own way, I am getting 10 tasks done at the same time if and which I want to do...
And just when I feel I cannot do anything more in the waking hours that I have provided to my body, I manage to clamp in some more work there!

I hate sitting with a bunch of women when we go for couple outings together and cry a silent scream if they start to talk of maids, kids, serials and mothers-in-law...OH MY GOD!
I flirt at the drop of the hat...I talk business and recession with men (don’t ask me much on it though...Did I tell you that the most memorable conversations for people with whom you interact are those where you just listen?...One secret out of the genie’s bottle)
I can get men to talk...actually TALK and make sense...and even in arguing I kinda own my skill...
Hmm...What else?...I can talk sex too and double meaning retorts are always on my platter...my very own speciality...;)
I like big phones...gadgets...men’s magazines...
And most importantly MEN...hahaha...
Ok, one question out of that list...
I am definitely NOT a man trapped in a woman....

But then I am quite proud of the fact when in a gathering of people...I am sweetly called by those of the superior sex to come to their corner, for they opine that ‘womanly’ talks are just not my cup of tea...
My best compliments are counted with those in which my beloved has been addressed unanimously as lucky to have an understanding partner like me...
When men ask me “Why does my woman behave like this?” and quickly add... “But you won’t know that, would you, because you don’t come in that category”
Hmm...you could choose to take it as an affront or an accolade...and I suggest you to stick to the latter for undoubtedly they mean it like that!
Oho...this sounds like a self promotional ad and I am not even contesting for any votes here...

Bottom line: Would I choose to be any different...nope! Never!
Would I trade even a part of my wit for more beauty...Not even on my death bed...!
Would I want to be remembered as one who always had the best make up on, the most stylish dresses or the most meticulous house running traits...
Or rather as a person who mingled with ease, putting others at ease to...letting them go off their guard, knew how to let her hair down and take it easy and be fun... Surely you know the answer to this by now...!