Guys!!

Ok, so before I write this post which I have been waiting to write for a long long time, let me make it clear that I am not a misandrist, neither am I a lesbian. I have this fairly nice group of guy friends and I love my father and brother and cousins and the other male members of my family. This post is just because I am furious and sad and feel unsafe most of the times when I am alone, away from my house or not under the protective cover of the men in my life. I am a modern 21st century average looking girl, career oriented, style conscious, working, educated etc etc.. but one thing I am not is fearless.. yes I fear going out on the road post 9:00pm, if I take an auto late at night I prefer talking to a robot in my cell phone just to make it clear that someone somewhere is waiting for me, I wrap myself with my jacket and scarf whenever I board the public buses, no matter if it hot or cold outside and so on..
          Its a nice afternoon, drizzling outside. As I prepare myself to shone off my culinary skills to a couple of friends, I race down to buy stuff. A couple of guys are standing on the road, kids not more than 10th standard, so theoretically approximately 10 years or more younger than me. As I stepped on the road in front of them, they started whistling and hooting. I mean, are kids of this age supposed to be doing this? My mind is racing, should I go talk to them and tell them to stop this nonsense. I do the otherwise, I start walking totally ignoring them, 1:10 I tell myself is not a good ratio to be talking. As I continue walking down the lane, they start following. Might be funny for them but wasn't certainly for me. I din't know what to do, as I turned back and gave them one stern look, it was enough to get their hormones rolling and on a crowded road on a busy street, they start singing songs.... for once I was embarrassed hearing "sheila ki jawani" and "chikni chameli".. I din't know where was this heading. As I entered the shop and took my very own luxurious time selecting the veggies, the corrupted minds and souls left me.. By the time I finished shopping , I was nervously sweating and on the verge of crying...
          On yet another day when I was feeling real low, I decided to visit the Chaturshringi temple. It was around seven in the morning when I reached the temple. The pious ambiance filled with the melodious Sanskrit chants calmed my soul, but I guess it was real short lived. There was a group of candidates preparing for some army entrance exam, I guessed that from their hair cuts , matching jerseys and training activities. So, when I otherwise really honour army officers, I wouldn't deny that these guys were not even fit to be called "citizens". When I had my fill of staring at the Goddess statue I came down sat at the footsteps pretty far from the guys practicing.Just minutes ticked on the clock and half of the guys had now migrated to the staircase I was sitting on. Not in a mood to take in any more problems, I moved to another place. But the guys just seemed to match pace and place. I mean, its a temple. Have some shame guys. You come here to practice, I had come for some solace not to watch a bunch of idiots who'd be dumb enough to stare, sing and even try peeping into my cell phone or occupy the seat I was seated on... I mean take a chill pill....
          I was returning back from college particularly late one evening. It was recruitment time at office and I wouldn't obviously give up sitting for an interview just because it meant 9:00 pm on the clock. As I walked towards Ruby Hall (that's where I took a bus home) I felt a mid aged man following me. Not paying much attention and mentally discarding him as "harmless uncle" I continued walking. Long before I knew, he had picked up pace and was almost walking with me. I casually dismissed his smile and decreased my pace to let him pass.But no, he had other plans. I fastened up, he did too. I slowed down, he did too. I wrapped my scarf around my face and fastened my grip around my deodorant bottle, lest I have to use it on him.(Frankly, I don't know where do they sell pepper sprays) I thanked my luck when I saw a lot of women at the bus stop.But he took it to his advantage, he tried keeping really close and nearly bumped into me when I was trying to get into a bus.This was it. As I saw my bus approaching, steps away I stepped on his foot and snapped it real hard. You may call me cruel, heart less etc etc and I don't care about it. I did it meaningfully. Love you my darling "Adidas" for making such nice shoes. I got in the bus leaving his mind racing and foot hurting (as if I care)
        SO WHAT DO WE DO IN SUCH SITUATIONS? Shout for help, use our deodorants or pepper sprays, hit the guys back ( mind you I have had my fill of self- defense, three years of karate practice) or just be silent and move.. I hate it when I go out with fear behind my oh-so-confident-looking-face... I hate it when a group of people can get me to my wits end and make me run for dear life, I so much don't know what to do in such situations. Most of us face such situations in life or may be worse, but really do we know a way out of this? Should we restrict ourselves to daylights and male partners? WHAT EXACTLY DO WE DO????.............. answerless, clueless and confused

I live on the moon..

          I wake up happy and glad with the sun rays entering my room forming a mosaic on the wall. Its a perfect start for a perfect day. Birds chirping outside, leaves fluttering with the breeze.. picture perfect. I get ready for office, I look forward to office now a days (some people leaving your office makes a better life). I get dressed wearing one of my cute pink tops, making me even happier. The perfect cuppa coffee greeted my day. As I started walking the narrow lane , I thought of taking an auto to office, breaking the perfect harmony of my day

         So when I otherwise stay in a particularly crowded area of they city, which is supposed to be like the mid, I don't get an auto to office. The auto walas would rather stand ( read stand in dozens, swarming like bees in a hive) on the stand but not move their lazy bums to drive people to their destinations. And worse if its raining , they wouldn't even bother to look at you or if they rarely do they'd give you the do-not-disturb-dont-you-see-I-am-busy-look... Awful awful....

          I feel like living on the moon with no communication back to earth.... And I am so so angry about it...

LiTtLe ThInGs I dO oN wEeKeNds.. PaRt 3

                                                  Freeeeee.........

                                                Colors....

Junk again...

          So what do you do when you get up at 6:30 in the morning, fill water enough for your buckets to take in ( did I tell you, we get water only twice, 6:30 to 7:00 in the morning and 2:00 to 5:00 in the afternoon, which is obviously out of my reach) and you warm comforter gives you that very-calming-and-soothing-and-lovely-comeback-sweety look and you step right in and get up only when your younger brother comes and wakes you up... And no its not over yet.. Last night I was blabbering about going early to office, about the piles and piles of pending tasks.. At just the right time, my darling lil' brother says he wants to have a bath before me and as the good sister I let him do that. So the warm water is gone.As we discuss our theories on using the available water conventionally( you see, now there's a theory in anything and everything, we are watching the "Big Bang"), he fills in water in the bucket for me and inserts the heating coil. He had a luxurious bath when I was getting mesmerized at "Eat,Pray,Love.." 30 pages down and I am like addicted to it . A must read girls!! A review about it later. So when I tell him to compensate for having that bath before me,by fetching the warm water from the kitchen to the washroom, he tells me he forgot switching on the heater ..... (*eyes rolling up*)
          And I start blabbering about the pending tasks at office once more.Blah,blah,blah... And he cutely and nicely expresses that I can work longer and he'd pick me up from office around 9:00, and I give him this, you-10:00am-office-reacher-back-by-7:15pm-no-work-guy confused look and he says he'd play POOL... Can you believe it, poor elder sister is going late to work coz you, yes you took her bathing water and also did not switch on the heater plus its like FRIDAY and I hate working on FRIDAY's and you , you 10:00am-office-reacher-back-by-7:15pm-no-work-guy, you're gonna stay back late for a game of POOL.... Why the atrocity!! :P
          Anyways, this is a seriously useless and listless post.. as I had nothing else to do. I just warded off my addiction and promised myself not to open another episode of BIG BANG and another page of EAT PRAY LOVE until Friday evening, or I know I might spend another hour or two with my comforter,novel and the laptop...
          Happy Fridaying people.... Wow!! Finally Friday is here.... Have a great time!!

Junk

So, finally am writing.. It feels like I am doing a favor to myself!!

Viral fever and the irritating weakness post fever.... Mr. God has not been favoring me much I guess..

I am feeling like some piece of junk, rusted junk.. I am doing nothing except cooking,eating,sleeping,to and fro from office and thats it.... absolutely nothing to make me feel happy and cheerful.... The portrait workshop I attended did help me sketch nose, ears , lips and eyes.. but individually , the combined effect does nothing to look like a human face or for that instance not even like an animal to my understanding. So, I guess I am giving up drawing human faces... 

Read "Tea for two and a piece of cake" at tortoise speed, but was worth the read, loved it... so real.. How can people write so practically, you can almost feel you are a part of it... Sudha Murthy's "The day I stopped drinking milk" was just fine to awaken the writer in me, but the fever was just the correct antidote. Going by the name, I guess if Miss Mommy must have been through a similar experience, I wouldn't have to be bothered to drink milk (I absolutely hate cold milk, warm milk is fine but not without coffee or Bournvita and no I am not a Complan girl)

Work at office just doesn't seem to get better or lesser. Its just the same minus my non-appreciating manager,who-would-turn-his-chair-every-ten-minutes-to-peep-into-my-screen and who-would-look-at-me-as-if-I-killed-a-cat (or lets say some really really extinct animal on planet Earth and he is the one solely responsible to protect that breed) So, finally I do feel happy entering my cube. The atmosphere is no more tensed and I can actually open google reader to read blogs without having to explain that just the UI resembles gmail, its not gmail for true.. I still did not get a promotion, but I guess its time to be happy with what I have :)

I haven drawn or painted or sketched for ages now, so when I finally tried my hands today, couldn't really draw anything.... (*sigh*) This is all I could manage...

Have a happy Thursday people!! Weekend is just round the corner

The fear of loss

As I rub my pencil against the drawing paper and nod my head in  a perfect "NO". I cannot do this. I cannot draw a human face. The workshop is doing nothing to me learn. How can it? I spend my time staring at other people who draw like M.F.Hussains and Picasso's. Ponder why then even joined the workshop, isn't it supposed to be for people like me who cannot draw.
 And suddenly the cell rings to inform of three serial blasts at walking distance from office. How do I react now? What do I do? Tata docomo fails me when I need it the most. The feeling is awful. Dark and cold, I quickly restart my cell and call up brother. He said he is fine.. I call up all loved ones.. everybody is fine... The aforeseen fear of loss send chills down my spine. God let everybody be safe...