Life: As I see it

All my fatty childhood, I was boosted up by the story of ugly duckling who was ugly and repulsive primarily but grew up to be the most good looking swan. Here's how it really happens. The Ugly Duckling, lets say a she is ugly and fat trying to hide her inferiorities by being nerdy, always hiding behind books. The better looking ducklings avoid the ugly duckling or befriend her only to make fun of her, thinking she is dumb and wouldn't notice. Life is unfair and boring until it so happens that the ugly duckling falls for the most desirable and handsome male duckling of the clan. He is smart and always surrounded by his little female ducklings. He doesn't even know if she exists, until one night both of them accidentally cross each others path. They discover they have some common interests and immediately become good friends. Time passes and the handsome duckling falls in and out of relationships while the ugly duckling is still striving to express her love. Their ...

Is it politically incorrect for someone (specifically a girl) to use abusive language for friends and then pick on the other ones on her facebook wall? I hope not. I live in times when sharing of a sophisticated relationship is only with enemies and fair-weather friends. I cannot hug my girlfriend and say, "OMG!!! Sweetu I missed you. You look stunning today." Even if I did miss her, I would rather drag her by the collar, smell her and say,"Bitch!!! Did you even take a bath?" My facebook wall is for my friends and not someone who reads each and every post of mine and then start scrutinizing me as if the next thing I am going to do is upload a nude picture of mine. Life isn't hard, but people around you try hard to make it just that. I came to a halt before unfriending my friend's Mom. Maybe this was not such a good idea for my well cultured and sophisticated image on her. Ask me, do I even care? Yes and no. My facebook interactions with people I know, are ...

22nd of february....the day vasu turned 'a year older'...and it was as if.....all of us did... coz by the end of the day i chuckled to myself 'feels like i have grown-up'. This was the day we enjoyed together like we never had before.....the most insane yet lovely day of our lives.The day when we for the first time gathered courage to decide to get drunk!!!! To anybody whom we spoke of our 'sinful' plan raised eyebrows and said"go on,all the very best". The day we decided 'it was time we did it' because if we didnt, we might not ever get to do that. It wasn't about 'getting drunk' but i was actually about 'getting drunk together'!!!! We were thrilled, we were excited, and with this '360degree smile' on our faces, we set out,on our bikes, headed towards ranjit lakeview,that akchat suggested we should first go to. My eyes,hesitently turned to some other side,pretending to be reading lines on a display board,as va...

Crying on my dad's shoulders, wiping my nose on his shirt wasn't my idea of proving myself as the strongest girl he had ever seen. Neither did something terrible happen for which I had to flush 2 litres of my tears, nor was I being scolded for not doing my homework. It was just another day of my life when a B.Tech final year girl was being advised to get married before her beauty starts fading. I am not sure if I am ready to take it as it comes. Getting married to someone I don't know and then spending my entire life with him, accepting and getting acquainted to believe that he is my soul mate and my only fate wasn't my idea of a perfect life. I may not be strong enough, I may not be confident enough, but I definitely wish to live life my way. When you have been a good student throughout your schooling and college and then suddenly you seem lost and confused as to what is going to be your next step in life, a time comes when you see yourself falling into a ditch whic...

I wondered why the not so pleasant commotion regarding your ex-boyfriend can be irritating at times, though he is your ex.... Hey, come on!! Give him a break. But who can explain  this to those dumb insensitive bimbos with birdie brains trying to reason out every single relationship they see around and then exclaim that they were better off as single...OH Yeah!!! As if we are dumb. I mean come-on, who wants to be left out in this world. But a few who get an option want somebody who looks smart to show it off to the rest and those who don’t, just show it all off to the rest (if you know what I mean). And so TADDA ....... you break up and end up getting suggestions about your next move....or “oh!! That guy from school was better, at-least. Please stick back to him. I can’t even tolerate your ex-o” and then you get an intense urge to slap the bitch hard and get over with it....but HEY!!! you don’t have a choice. All you do is smile or max ignore her, making her believe you don’t g...

I paced up and down, confused and demented by so many thoughts that came to my mind. I felt like a centipede who when asked how he manages to walk with so many legs, ended up on his back trying to intellectually figure it out. I got a copy of my own Bhagwat Geeta with an English translation to get an answer to my questions from the book of life. My fascination to read Geeta, died after I was constantly reminded of taking my shoes off before reading even if it was freezing cold, to read it only inside the temple and not lying on my bed, and to read it just after the bath and not anytime before or after. I don't remember the last time I went to a temple or touched the feet of an idol. Sometimes, once in a blue moon, my friend asks me to accompany her to the temple and I, out of my sisterly feeling for her, end up deviating from my route. My trip to Maheshwar and Omkareshwar was more of a "just get the hell out of Bhopal" thing than a pilgrimage. Trying to figure out where...

Emphatically, this isn’t the first time I’ve written about my metaphorical love life. Sometimes, I wonder if it's normal for someone like me—my age, my background—to think about guys as much as I do. Maybe my intensity leans toward the masculine side. If I had been born a guy, I probably would’ve been gay, simply because, well... I really like men. The first time I felt something for a boy, I was in LKG. (Yeah, I know it sounds unbelievable—but it's true.) Technically, it wasn’t a "crush" in the romantic sense—I was too young to even understand what love was—but it was definitely an attraction. He was six years older than me, and that admiration lasted six years, until he finally left school. My fascination with boys pretty much faded after I transferred to a convent school. Our only "crushes" then were on movie stars and sportsmen. I spent hours daydreaming about Akshay Kumar (still do, to be honest). But everything changed when I moved to a co-ed school...