A visit to the temple

I visit the temple every day during Navratri.  The positive vibrations and the piety of the devout is so energising.  I also like the feeling of the “Do It Yourself” kind of thing.  While the priest is busy chanting his mantras (on the mike) the devotees do their own worship unsupervised.  Once I have done my own prayers, I like to look for her.  She is impossible to miss, you know and over the past few years its become a game with me to spot her.  She is in every temple or place of worship these days ……. ………

I am sure you would have spotted her too, every neighbourhood has one …. ….. ….

She is the one who puts brakes on the pious aspirations of every male devout.  They cant seriously atone, as she wordlessly says, “Seriously dude, there’s plenty of living and sinning to be done yet, before atoning”.  She is inappropriately dressed in clothes that are a tad too revealing for the holy temple precincts.  This time she was wearing a blue semi transparent (short v. short) kurti whose front buttons were on vacation and tight figure hugging jeans, smart goggles hung on the neck and when she knelt in front of Sheran Waali Maa, I could sense the mood of the devotees switch from “Hey Sheran Waali Maati, Teri Sada Hi Jai” to “Oye Hoye”, as the goggles and gravity did their job.

Seriously though, I do not think it was coveting, I think it was healthy appreciation for the well packaged bundle of feminine youthfulness put on display.    There was a paradigm shift in the mood of the men in the temple which was noticeable.

I think I learnt a very important lesson of life right then and there (ummm somewhere in the unbuttoned neck line of her kurti).  Life is to be lived NOW.  Religion, God, worship and moksh will happen when we are ready for it.  First we have to clear this level and graduate further.

Thank you Blue Kurti waali Menaka of our neighbourhood.

Reasons why men and women get along … or have to

Today is a wonderful day.  The Accounts are busy – so no one’s bothering me for obscure data.  My Boss aka Mogambo has not come in and not called me even once.  Sure gives me an unflattering estimate of my importance in the company – but WTF, the pay is good.  So I am doing what I enjoy most – blogging, hehehe on company time.

I came upon this news article which says there are 78 differences between women and men.  WTF? 78!!!!

You know why men and women have to get along? Apart from the fact that it is only by being together they can make babies I’ll be danged if I know why.  What I do realise is that life without having men to piss me off would have been boring.  Differences as I see them …. (Disclaimer – This is partly true if not totally so )

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Communication : DIL comes home and launches on to a long and detailed talk about what her boss said, how a colleague reacted, how the designing skills (she’s an interior designer) of so and so sucks etc etc.  Son comes home and you ask “How was your day?” Reply “Good”, and you try again “So what did you do” Reply “Nothing”  Suddenly he becomes aware of two pairs of female eyes boring into him and he looks up from the fridge that he’s exploring, is totally confused and says “What’s with you women anyway?”

Clothes : Men don’t discard clothes.  Somehow the older the jacket is, the more they is attached to it.  It becomes an old pal and provides comfort to its male owner.  There is a Stetson which has not been worn in recent memories – but it will not be discarded.  DIL and I are considering murdering and burying it in the jungle in the dead of the night.  One day we just might commit this crime.  Please bail us out when we do it.  We women on the other hand think clothes are radioactive with a cupboard life of a season.  We do everything to consume the said clothes before the “Best Before” date, so that we avoid contamination.

Making Friends : When B and I met for the first time 30 years ago, we really hit it off and by the end, we knew that we would be friends.  We had our ups and downs but we are friends and we say so.  Kid#1 has a childhood mate, born in the same lane that we lived in four months after Kid#1.  They meet every weekend,  they will confess stuff they wont even admit to themselves, bail each other out, support each other in times of trouble call each other names but they never say they are friends.  I guess 30 years down the line they will get totally drunk and one of them will say ” You know, for some one who’s such an asshole, you’re okay”.

Gossip with others of same sex : Guys talk about cricket, WWE, cars, money and women.  They dont know that much cricket, wrestling or even what is under the bonnet of their own cars.  They dont have the kind of money they love to talk about and they lie about their escapades with women.  Women talk about clothes, mother in laws, scandalous stuff in the neighbourhood and sex.  And their talk about sex is detailed and graphic and the total truth.

Handling break-ups : When a relationship ends, a woman will cry her heart out, call other women friends and pour her heart out, bitch, eat chocolate, write a long prose or poem titled “All Men Are Jerks” and then get it out of her system with a shopping binge.  Then she gets on with life.  Men cant.  First its difficult for them to admit its over.  Then after six months of the break up, one drunken night, totally sozzled they’ll call up the woman at 2 and weep and rant ” I hate you, you totally ruined my life.  You are a floozy/bitch/barracuda.  I’ll never forgive you.  But I want you to know there’s still a chance for us”. 

Weddings : Guys get married for a regular sex life.  Women get married for the ceremony, the shopping and the jewellery.  Dont bash me up C’mon admit it!  We love the ceremony and the dolling up.  Oh yes, we also get married because our parents put insane pressure on us to get married.

Sex : This is from the link given above : Women use sex to get what they want.  Men cant, because sex is what they want.  The truth is that sex is the main thing on a man’s mind, whereas relationship is what is on the woman’s mind.

Cleanliness : Men can not see clutter or dust even if it danced a jig and sang in high falsetto.  Women can see dust on pelmets and behind the curtains.  Actually men can not see pelmets or curtains either.

Fear Factor : Women fear the intangibles, the dark, being alone, looking fat, other women’s opinions.  Men fear the tangibles … their wives and mothers – and may be death and disease

Bling : Women love shiny expensive stuff like gold and diamonds, glitter, bright colours and cuddly toys.  Normally men run a mile to avoid them

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Ten different types of men

First the disclaimer: I swear upon my honor to the entire blogosphere that I am not a man hater.  I will write about the different kinds of women that have made an impression on me soon. 

 

 

MR. TOWEL PAKDANA :  This type was immortalized by Rani Mukherjee in HUM TUM.  He goes through life oblivious of any and everything in his own home, or may be thinks that it is beneath his dignity to know the geography of his own home and kitchen.  He often calls his wife the Missus and treats her like an appendage.  He delegates domestic help, budget, kitchen and children to her.  He often has to check up with the Missus which year his child was born.  Commonly found standing in the kitchen looking helplessly at the fridge and yelling “I want a glass of water!”, and hoping the fridge will open and pour it for him impressed by his lung power.

 

MR. SPORTS CHANNEL : This type saves his all his sick and casual leaves for sporting events like India vs. Pakistan cricket matches, Olympics, Football finals etc.  Wife, children, family and job are slotted into non-sporting days.  He will save all his money to buy a huge plasma screen for the living room and forbid all family members to tune it to any channel which is not sports oriented.  Commonly found settled in the couch cheering sweaty players on the screen with a can of beer in one hand and the remote in the other.

 

MR. YAARON KA YAAR: This type is normally seen with his male friends singing “Yeh Dosti Hum Nahin Chodenge” and walking into the sunset arm in arm with them.  Women for him are aliens, he can check them out, talk to them only at a superficial level – but can not understand them.  At some level he is scared of them.  Commonly found chilling out with male friends in a large group.

 

MR. GYM: He lives for his body and his muscles.  He is muscular, and loves to wear singlet or tight T shirts to show his biceps that are impressive.  He guzzles protein drinks pops pills if he is urban, can digest any no. of aloo paranthas and white butter in one sitting.  Girls? Kids? Family?  Who are they??? Nothing intrudes his single minded focus on his body beautiful.  Commonly found lifting weights in the gym.

 

MR. MAJNU: This type lives for the babes.  He dreams of them, follows them, studies them, and has an insatiable urge to meet more and more of them.  One babe is not enough for him, his cell phone and orkut/facebook friends list has only women.  He is a good listener, can talk to women all the time.  His mother, the neighborhood ladies love him and call him sweet.  He cultivates the ladies because then he gets to know their daughters.  Commonly found hanging around his younger sister to get introduced to all her friends.

 

MR. MONEY BAGS:  This type is normally a self made man, who struck gold at some point in life and kept on succeeding because that is the only game he knows in life, and he plays it well.  He thinks his duty is to primarily earn money for this family.  His home, his trophy wife and trophy children, his mistress, his clothes, his cars, his liveried servants are all carefully designed to display his success to the world at large.  Commonly found in a 5 star hotel’s bar with Page 3 type of people discussing the latest deal to make more money.

 

MR. WORKOHOLIC:  He thinks that the office will die if he does not put in at least twelve hours of work.  He bullies his subordinates, bulldozes the support staff, sucks up to seniors and keeps a close eye on the office politics.  He convinces himself that his and his family’s survival depends upon which way the wind blows in his office. His wife’s career is not important; neither are his children’s grades.  His work and his success are of paramount importance.  Commonly found getting updated on office politics near the coffee vending machine.

 

MR. MUMMY’S LAADLA: This type left his own personality and brains in the deep freeze and decided very early in life that Mom would do his thinking, his living, his decision making for him.  He will eat what his mother thinks is good, chose a career that his mother approves, his friends will be vetted by his mother and will marry the girl his mother selects.  Commonly found hanging on to his mother’s pallu, so what if he is forty years old.

 

MR. JOORU KA GULAM:  He is mortally afraid of his wife.  Spends half his life running away from her, and the other half bending over backwards to fulfill her every whim.  He is normally a Mr. Mummy’s Laadla who has shifted allegiance to wife.  Commonly found in the nearby ahaata downing liquor avoiding territorial wars being waged at home between wife and mother.

 

MR. FIRST DAY FIRST SHOW:   If it did not happen in a movie, it did not happen at all.  He even classifies PVRs by the popcorn they serve.  If he can not get the tickets of a movie on the day it is released, he is inconsolable.  He can travel to another city to see the movie.  His idea of a date is a movie, his idea of a celebration is a movie and his idea of a party is a movie with a burger in the interval, and a vacation means four days off from work and 40 DVDs to watch.  Nothing else matters – job, family, children, wife all are secondary to the latest celluloid offering in town.  Commonly found in shady places buying all the pirated DVDs that he can afford.

 

There are other types too, but these are the main ones, the others are mixtures of two or more types

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I am single ….. Why?!

This is in response to a whole lot of people who want “frandsip” with me on Orkut and also the innumerable times I have had to field questions like “How do you manage ….?, don’t you feel ummmm lonely?”

Yes I want frandsip from all of you perverts who think that I have joined Orkut to indulge in cyber sex or meet at HIV laden places for an orgy.

And yes I can not manage without having your lechy hands all over my middle aged body and helping you get it off in a binge of uprotected sex.

Seriously people get a life.

Okay okay, rant over.

When I was 16, I had wavy hair which I hated, a figure which was very curvy and a face that would give a lot of Bollywood sirens a run for their money (the last is stretching the truth a bit, but what the hell heh.) In my eyes I was hot!!! I had a whole lot of admirers that made me think I was irresistible. Romance meant something those days. Romance meant that the boy would play the guitar and serenade me with Neil Diamond songs, we would share an ice-cream, may be try a little French kissing and a bit of the boob graze. Today romance means someone taking out the garbage, getting me maida even though its raining and helping me fold the laundry, and most importantly managing the accounts. I suck big time at budgeting. That was then and this is now ….., but I digress. Younger kids would be enlisted to deliver notes from admirers to me, and replies were inked into the notes that were returned (after great giggly consultations with other girls). Now that was romance.

Now one gets sleazy frandsip requests on Orkut or wierdos on the chat. Yuch! Where has all the romance gone? Now excuse me while I go to my spam box and delete all the mail that assures me that I can buy Viagra to spice up my love life or get help to enlarge certain non-existing body parts.

Who says I’m old ??? I still rock !

Let me get the apologies and disclaimers in place at first since I value my friends and relatives very much …. and I value my neck and life even more … :)

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I love you guys a lot and can not imagine life without you. You have kicked me in the butt when I have been wrong, cheered for me when I did something wonderful, cried with me when I was faced with tragic losses and then helped me back on my feet. You have even forgiven me for my horrible sense of humor. I hope you forgive me now. I love ya all guys, am on my knees pleading … please – - -

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

I am normally a very self contained person – my kids and dogs are my world. I rarely socialize apart from the few women friends. Distance and busy lifestyles have made it impossible to meet people for months at a stretch. I have kept in touch with a lot of my pals thanks to chat windows but that is all. Recently I met my old college mates (after “gasp” 20 years). We had a old students meet with spouses in tow, with the stipulation that no one below the age of 40 was invited – and it was rocking. ;)

Apart from the shock one gets when one meets people after a long time and thinking “Oh boy – they look old, and that means that they also think I look old” I had a fun time.

First of all, there seems to be a trend – there are a whole lot of women who are single and not ready to mingle. This certainly means that women have got comfortable about being alone – great. There was a time in the party when we were only women dancing, the men cheered from the sides – a far cry from the guys only dance floors of yesteryears. We rocked!!!

People don’t change you know. A man who is healthy, single and secure will hit at women, even though the lady who is the subject of his attentions will be trying her best to ignore him. This happens at any age – whether the man is 22 or 55 years old. Quite a blast from the past, heh

At a certain point in the party, if you are male, you will gravitate towards the bar or “panghat” where along with other males you will attempt to drown yourself in alcohol while checking on the cleavages and other assets of women attending the party. It is a pan-Indian phenomena.

The above holds true unless your spouse/lady friend/sister admires a certain man. Then you will engage the said male in a drinking contest. The last man standing wins.

The above two hold true unless the said other male (wise man) starts oozing paternal vibes towards each and every woman. Then you will get confused and quietly nurse your drink.

Poor spouses of some of the gals/guys – who attend but dont mingle, why? Perhaps they attended to assure themselves that we were respectable people and this was a respectable do. I could see them apply themselves to their food and alcohol with total concentration while playing the role of guardian. For heavens sake, chill, people, if we had to do something, we would have done it much much earlier at a less public place. Public seduction is difficult to carry out.

Of course, self centred me – once I spotted my best female friends, there was much hugging and squealing and giggling – I got oblivious of all the rest of the people. Someone reprimanded us and then we behaved and circulated.

I have a bad taste in men. I either go for rogues or the strong silent sort. Spotted both those types – but could not make inroads. I swear, did not even manage phone numbers and hi hellos.  Sigh!!! Another wasted opportunity.

Went home happy – the food was good, the drinks were excellent, and so what if we are 40 plussers, we can still dance, sing and party