Three Stages of a Man’s love…

Is there anything like true love? I am afraid to get a true answer.

I know men would be furiously and curiously reading this article (courtesy the confused title and subtitle). But they know that the authentication of this literary masterpiece can only be, unfortunately, judged by women (be happy girls!). Here’s a piece of warning though (for both men and women, in this case). The article unabashedly advocates the tyranny of ‘the second sex’ (since the writer believes she is a female). I wouldn’t mind if you admire my brevity after reading it though.

So I have decided to publish this article on my blog and there are some foreseen rude comments or at least angry readers…but hey, it’s all in good humour (trust me!). And I apologise if I offended you, so do read and enjoy (only!).

From a zillion personal experiences, I ‘constructed’ a man’s behaviour in love (a great usage of the word "constructionism" of course). So let me jump straight away to the point:

• First stage (and indeed the most exciting one…)  –  “Love at FIRST sight”

Apparently they never saw a girl like you! They'll roam round you and impatiently wait for you to look back at them...and if by mistake you do, they consider it a victory! Girls love this undue attention. So this stage passes by quite quickly.

• Second stage – “the side gets a LITTLE colder”

Only if you are strong and confident enough to not respond to those mystical eyes, you qualify the second stage. Well now, they have realised your disinterest…so they settle by not acknowledging your existence...and I know you think you just noticed their elegant and indifferent gestures. But that’s absolutely normal!

• Third stage  –  “bug me NO more thou stranger”

If you were brave enough to ignore an angry admirer this is where u get into-the third stage (which I don’t know why, is so unpopular).

Well…didn’t you know? He was always casual with girls (playboy?)…How dare you never realise that? And of course there are a thousand girls in the world who are much better than you and who have always wanted him madly.

The ‘penner’ of this piece is downright sexist...this article was, thus, surrounded with ashamed subjectivity. Moreover, she lied about getting ‘a zillion personal experiences’ part…in reality she is ugly enough for anyone to even notice her…

Mukteshwar

I visited a thousand places in the globe, nowhere could I find…a place as beautiful and exhilarating as my home.

Me and other ‘Botanists’ from our gang (okay that was just another way of describing stupid people…), as a part of “Excursion” (of course you know what it is if you remotely know about Botanical sciences but would not want to waste time knowing about it, if you do not already…) visited the land of lord Shiva…Mukteshwar in the year 2009.

Identification of plants...

There we visited the famous ‘Mukteshwar Dham (Lord Shiva Temple)’, ‘Chauli Ki Jali’ (which was surrounded with an ancient belief that touching 'it' blesses barren women with kids) and a small ‘Durga Temple’ (but resisted hard to not visit a local museum...). Amid beautiful natural settings and serene sacred places, the fun and excitement was halted by plant collection and herbarium preparation.

It’s necessary here to mention that the students got marks for collection and preparation of herbaria of plants. Obviously everyone wanted the best, intact and most representative samples. There were times when good samples weren’t enough for all the class populace. It’s funny how best friends turned to bitter enemies in the process.

Nonetheless, things turned back to more than beautiful as we came back (which was inevitable…). There were a lot of things to cherish…the long walks, bonfire, our cozy hotel amidst woods, yummy food and much more…

Now frankly the article ends here with all the messages and thoughts perfectly delivered. This is for those who wish to know further about the after effects of visiting hilly areas. Solar radiations (UV mainly) had turned all of us a little dark and while everyone was busy bleaching and using fairness creams, I spent 2-3 hours in the bathroom (well, mainly bathing…) and slept for the rest of the day!

The ‘penner’ of this piece recommends everyone (atheists or theists) to visit Mukteshwar Dham, at least once in a lifetime…

Going the bollywood way...(courtesy jabong.com)

If at all I get one chance...I would show the world I am a star

Imitating Bollywood stars, especially when it comes to fashion, has become a tradition in our country. It’s funny how many of my friends got into getting a Ghajini hair cut (and symptoms of partial memory loss…of their own identity in the process…) the Kat pants (which were apparently meant to beautify only Katrina’s legs) or the famous Bunty Bubbly suits (which didn’t even look good on Rani…sorry no offense!). 

Nonetheless it’s important to at least save yourself from getting half mad like one of my classmates, (I would prefer not to mention her name here to refrain myself from giving her undue attention…) whose only mistake was to fall in love with a tunic that this tall lass, Miss Padukone, flaunted at some event. Well, there were not many places left in Delhi that my poor friend had left unexplored. 

To everyone’s surprise, I believe, there are things to certainly learn from her dedication here (that we wouldn't discuss…). I am thankful though, she found something really close to it, after weeks of struggle and impatience, at some online store with a crazy name, Jabong.com (crazy only because I don’t know what it means…though I suspect they have a huge collection for her to have found that unusually pretty thing there). 

She has been happy wearing it at some occasions reminding everyone what all it means to her. No wonder everyone, including me (never doubt my actions, O thou Satan!) agree she looks nice in it, plus in the process I found a great online shop (yeah jabong.com…be happy now for you got so much free publicity from an eminent personality like me…) which is perhaps the only good part (duh uh! for me…not for jabong.com). 

Okay, now something pithy. I find the idea of copying anything frivolous. I would rather recommend embracing fashion trends that exalt the charm your personality (matlab…make you look good).  Inspiration and motivation of similar kinds can be entertaining, no doubt. It’s silly how people ignore these beautiful words of wisdom that I invent every day. Enough said.

The ‘penner’ of this piece has herself started shopping at jabong.com insanely...and has lost her hard-earned money in the course...no wonder she thinks she looks awesomely gorgeous these days...