20 something vs 30 something women

Revisiting the *Sex and the City* 20 something women vs the 30 something women.

FRIENDS OR FOE... For all the ardent S&C fans, who remember this episode, allow me to remind you that this is the perspective of a 20 something woman! I believe that if the 30 something story has been put forward, I deserve a right to put across my side of the story as well.

Somehow I realized that 30 something women are actually not foes to us, neither are they friends. They have been immortalized as 'Thirty Flirty and Thriving' which is not really the case most of the times. No harm intended, but I guess by the time you are 30 you are too exasperated with life, and you start caring too much about the 20 something woman. The 20 something woman on the other hand is one of great strength, foolish dreams and fashion misjudgments (well, not all! ;P). They generally don't notice the 30 something women, until, they find their boyfriend cheating on them with a Thirty Flirty!

Is it really a rivalry, I don't know... I don't know if the "vs" suits in this phrase either. Do the 30 something woman really care, or are they actually watching us closely?? Do they judge or Do we judge them? I have no answers now..but I am trying my best to fathom why the lady on the 12h floor office (in her pretty pink suit and handful of chudas/bangles) keep staring at me in the lift: I HATE being judged. Not that I don't judge them (not to sound hypocritical here) but the truth is, I really don't know what these women are looking for. I mean they must have already achieved whatever WE are still looking for..right!?! They must have met the man of their dreams (hence the red&white bangles), and they must have been promoted enough to buy the car they drive to office in. So, I really don't get it.

20s is the time, when office romances blossom, while by the time you are 30, you see through them. We fear the 30s too btw! We live in an endless fear of reaching the 30s. We don't get them too! They are just too damn organized. To be a fearless 30 is a matter of envy to the 20s. If all our dreams are sifted through quickly we can pick up a piece of 'aging gracefully' as our biggest desire and our biggest fear. The truth is Life starts at your 20s. Come to think of it, it is the first time that you actually taste freedom in the true sense of the term. Leave aside the fashion misjudgments, they were bound to happen (it happened when you were 12 yrs too.. with the frilly frocks and the netted stockings your mom bought for you ;P) So leave these extra baggage behind and start enjoying the 20s, cos you never know when you cross over to the 30 something side... And mind it! there is no coming back my friend..!!

A Fishy story!

The Latest edition of my mindless philosophy! There may be some sense in it. I am sure someone out there will relate.

So here it goes... There is a little bit of a *fish* in everyone of us. Think of the countless times you wanted to sleep with your eyes open. As one of my colleagues pointed out "I am not a fish"... this is just to prove my point to her. (LOL) Let me point out the endless fishy activities of a human soul.

Let me say this at the very out start that a lot of research and dedication has gone into this, and I realize that you may feel that I am absolutely jobless, (as I am googling the mating and feeding habits of a fish). But, come to think of it, it is this sheer joblessness that has driven me to this consolidated effort.

NOW, let me quote : " Omnivore fish will eat pretty much anything. They are also voracious eaters and aquarists can sometimes mistake their eating frenzy for hunger. It is a common tendency to overfeed these species, and they do tend to pile on the fat very quickly if overfed. "

Comparing this species of fishes to my fat brother, I don't really blame my mother (the pseudo Aquarist) who feeds him day and night thinking that he is hungry. He is actually not hungry, his pass time is to eat. He eats and he sleeps, he gets up and he eats again. His incentive for studying before the exam is eating (junk food to be precise), his only intention for going out with the family is to go to a family restaurant and eat his heart out. So the voracious Omnivore, is my fishy brother.

CASE I closed. ( I shudder to think, how many more such people are around)


Now quoting again: " Proper feeding practices are a matter of habit. They require some amount of patience, observation and consideration. Understanding your fish and appreciating the differences between the different species help a lot when you feed them."

So these are our diet sisters. When you look up to them in awe of their sheer awesomeness, and be blinded by their sheer control to bypass a chocolate fudge cake with almond on top; you have to realize that 'They require some amount of patience, observation and consideration'. If you want to be like these fishy petite woman in their perfect figure you have to 'appreciating the differences between the different species of fishes' and know in your heart that every morning you WILL end up cribbing about your weight and when you reach work you will end up eating fattening food in each of your gossip breaks. ;P

Now, coming to the third case: "Some aging fish may switch mating habits".. research shows "as the female fishes grow older and larger, they spend more time with asymmetrically striped males than with symmetrical males, when offered a choice."

I am sure I don't need to explain this one. We all will reach a stage we will thrive for that thrill in life. I mean who doesnt need a 'bad boy'. At the end of the day, when my perfectly 'symmetrical male' is watching tv at home with a can of beer, I would rather go out and spend some time with a young 'asymmetrically striped male' and have some fun.

To end this mindless topic from where it started, lets go back to sleeping with the eyes wide open. I am this species. I can sleep off literally any where and every one, I do not need to close my eyes to sleep, I can doze off at the slightest trace of boredom. I am proud to have this fishy trait! And I hope to keep this up. :)

Mind over soul!

Time can not be told of the endless activities that go on in slow motion in your head.

Chronicles of a thoughtful mind:

The day that came today to my door, brought some dark clouds along with it. When I looked out my window, the clouds were there too. I thought to myself, is it me who is upset, or is it the cloud that is upsetting me!!

Maybe it’s the cloud which saw out of the window and saw me. You never know! What goes around comes around I guess! Whenever I try to focus on something, I start thinking out of the box.

For instance! Once I thought that I want to finish my work in the next two hours and go and play pool with myself, instead of doing that I started looking at Google Image search, for ankle tattoos. Guess what? The next week, I had a tattoo on my ankle.

It was my 23rd Birthday, and I was looking at the half drunk bottle of beer lying in front of me… mocking my presence as if I was good for nothing. Can’t even finish a bottle of beer? With a new vigour I emptied the mocking bottle and the three shots that came after it, and the other three after that!!

Next day by noon, the elegant tattoo was staring at me!! I wonder if it was me or the shots that were to be blamed.


So it is not a matter of time I guess. It is a matter of endless twisted activities in my brain that orders me to go about the mindless acts of nuisance! The Chronicles of a thoughtless mind: reminded me to get another tattoo… here we go again! We’ll see you all soon next week… I am busy surfing the net for my next best!

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
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AGENDA: CLEAN HOUSE


someone has really hurt my feelings. I was lying there since morning, waiting for her to return, I had been a nice girl today. I looked around myself, ahh! not so dusty I believe. The bedsheet is clean, the floors look nice. All set!

....And then she comes. There is a visitor today! YAY! I thought, I should get nice compliments today. In the past few months, all the visitors have admired my beauty. So as expected I waited patiently for the two hours that they yapped away to glory! I was beginning to get a bit agitated by the "judging glances" the visitor was throwing at me. Literally, tearing my reputation apart, He hurt my feelings. Let alone a compliment he accused me of being DIRTY! I mean what the hell. She protested as well. I knew she would take my side. She works hard to keep me good looking, and this good for nothing visitor, just came strolling by and passed a verdict! NOT fair.

I won't take, and so won't she! I just know that. Well, the two weeks passed by, I was sad and she was mad. But then came the night of the mad party. She cleaned me up, spotless! Ah, I was looking just Fab!! I was proud of myself and i thanked her for the good job. And then the people started puring in... and in flowed the compliments. I was basking in glory. Ah! the pride and the satisfaction. Just wait till that snob comes back... this time I will show him who's dirty!!! huh!