Philandering ways and what a f(p)light!

I know you are hurt. Believe me I am no less hurt, for we were going steady, so much in love.  I have been ignoring you lately. Our relationship is  at a stage when things between us are new and therefore sometime confusing. Don’t get me wrong I still feel the same love for you like I did when I wanted you so bad and then when things started between us. But lately I had been feeling, what you could call, commitment phobia. You know when I realization dawned upon me that this is something I would have to commit to all my life. Will I be faithful enough? More than that would I have enough perseverance enough to sail through the whole wide ocean that is life with you by my side always? Yes I have been flirting here and there with other blogs but nothing serious. I am sure you are now used to my roving eyes that how I like to spend more time admiring other people’s blogs than work it out with you. But now it’s all going to change. We are going to spend more time together. We are so going to work this out. I am ready for a long term relationship and who better to spend the rest of my life with than you. I apologize to you with all my heart and I hope you to be a bigger person.  

Hey there. Long time no see! No I didn’t go back to my planet. Your bad.  The past couple of weeks have been busy with me travelling to India. I had to fly on the 15th of June at 10:20 am  but the plane didn’t take off before 1:30 pm on 16th of June. Oh the torture of postponing the onward flight which by the way was another story. Which airline you ask? Our very own Air India! *drum rolls*. It started with we not being able to flag down a cab, no cab on call as well and then after we get one the considerate driver, asks us the time of our flight and the slow motion backward jerk of his head was enough to tell us that he did not approve of out time management.

HE: yes we like to live on the edge

(The driver isn’t impressed)

ME: (grins sheepishly) It could have been worse.

And hallelujah I have never been so right in my life. FLIGHT CANCELLED.

No, like seriously, the excuses were so lame. The pilot seemed to have gone for an impromptu leave. Early birds  were accommodated in Singapore Airlines (lucky creatures), some were adjusted in Jet and others (ahem ahem) in the next day’s Air India flight which was again 3 hours behind schedule. On a bright side we got free breakfast.

Then we reach Mumbai to catch our onward flight to Surat which was again delayed . No introduction needed. Spice jet has the monopoly there. We were then allowed to board the flight but it didn’t take off before an hour or so. Did we get bore? Oh no! It was quite happening (literally) in fact. Passengers picked up brawl with air stewards with things like ‘why is the pilot hiding behind the box’ and such said and the pilot coming out of his cockpit and  things like wanting ‘discipline in my plane’ and such being shouted back. Whoa! On a bright side my toddler kept peace during the entire trying and helluva dramatic episode. And as they say, never argue with your pilot because you are so going to get a rough landing. True that.


The thing that surprised me the most were the conversations I got to eves drop hear among women, while waiting to board the flight.  No! It wasn’t about the fear of getting stranded in a sickly small airport for a long time Or the fact their people getting worried back home. Well brace yourself to hear the universal worry of an Indian woman. For the sole purpose of originality I would like to quote them to the best of my memory.

“hey bhagwan, pata nahi kab ghar pahuchenge. khaana bhi to banana hai.”

(“Oh God, when will we reach home, have to cook too”)

“kabhi kabhi thak jaate hai to mann hota hai ki bread butter kha ke so jao, par bina khaana nahi chalta na”

(“Sometimes I am so tired that I feel like having bread butter and going to sleep but doesn’t work that ways”)

Why is that women are always on such constant reminders and alerts that they are bound by duties? Why can’t they just be? No I am not blaming the woman here, I am blaming the people who wait for them to return so they can have a hearty meal Why not make it a lot more simple by eating out when she is not up to it?

Well that’s that for now. Can’t think of anything else more happening than this journey in the past weeks. Oh! that and the fact  I have switched to sulfate free shampoo. O ya!( Oh rich lather how I miss ya!)


This is not how it ends!

Outside the sun was getting mightier with each passing minute. There was the usual bustle of the summer morning. Kids were busy playing cricket, women negotiating with the vendors and men’s exaggerated laughter after their yoga session.    Inside, his limp body lay on the bed with no sign of the outside’s hustle bustle or the noon’s rays of the sun. One would think him dead had it not been for his once in a while feeble efforts to ward off the fly which would lodge on the hollow of his cheek like it were it’s own abode. It seemed to take him immense efforts to turn himself and face the ceiling. An unusual place for a mirror but it served his purpose. He would have cringed in horror at the state of his own appearance a few years back  but he merely noticed it now. Disheveled graying hair, unshaven hollowed face, sickly body and eyes devoid of light. It wasn’t always like this. He was as charming a boy, as youth would allow him to be. The bare decaying walls were once adorned with his favorite poster

Then the poster had been  the inspiration and motivation behind his undaunted lover boy spirit and his clean haircut. He would wake up real early and follow her dream girl everywhere. Standing outside her home, college, coaching classes just to get a glimpse of her. After the initial days of indifference came loathsome glances, persistent No’s, slaps, more slaps and a FIR against him. But he didn’t give up, just like his Hero hadn’t, who he worshiped.  He knew he would win her over. He would not mind abducting her if need be just like in the movie. But then what he got by the end of it all were broken bones(courtesy her brothers) and a broken spirit(courtesy her marriage). It was then he had confined himself to this room.Today, he had chuckled inwards when he had used the last bit of the poster to wipe shit off his butt. He hadn’t eaten anything for a day but the fear of being subjected to curious adult’s glares and mocking kid’s jabs had deterred him. But then he made his decision.

Outside, the light hit him hard and he wanted to crouch and crawl back to his shell, nevertheless he moved on. He reached the roadside stall and held out his hand. The stall owner ceremoniously handed him some leftovers. The stall owner had done his part of charity for the day. He took the bread and sat nearby under the tree to feast  upon it.  People were gathered around the TV at the nearby store. Youngsters were whistling and men smiling obscenely. It is then he saw it.

The caged Animal inside him roared  beating furiously against his chest to be let out. He let out a blood curdling shriek picked up stones and hurled it violently at the screen. The volume of the TV was drowned by his ear-splitting screams. He had let out the Beast and it didn’t rest until he was lying face down in the pool of broken screen shred.


Say isn’t our’s a broad-minded country? Applauding movies and trailers like such. Pushing behind the obvious threat it poses to already decaying social mindset.

Apne uttar pradesh me ladhkiyan do tarah se pataayi jaati hai. ek to mehnat se subah se shaam peec ha karo ghar ke bahar school ke bahar bazaar me sadako pe cycle pe rickshaw me tempo me khaana khaana chodhh do wazan ghatta lo aur ladhki ko itna thaka do ki wo thak ke haan bol de.

(rough translation : There are two ways to woo a girl. One is by following her everywhere, outside her home, outside her school, marketplace, streets, on cycle, rickshaw, tempo. Stop eating, loose weight, exhaust the girl so much that she is forced to say yes.)

Say what? How about asking her out for a coffee and if she declines the offer, take the hint and back off.

Never give up!

Yes sure never give up until one of these happen.


Its sad how the memories of such incidences are pushed back to make way for movies promoting ridiculous notions and ideas. Where stalking a girl is a heroic and noble.

Mauhalo ke ladhko ka pyaar hamesha doctor aur engineer utha ke le jaate hai.

Let me put it this way son. That’s because they had been busy taking degree while you were on a chasing spree! Now go get back to your books.

I am just hoping for the movie to have a noble message for the straying youth and the false notions they carry in their brains about love and woman.

Disclaimer:  I do not claim any copyright for the images or the video above. 


Stop calling it Eve teasing! Will you?

“Another bunch of worthless fellows!” we concluded as we heard them whistling.

“Don’t even acknowledge them” advised my cousin. “Losers!”

Seeing us ignore them, they took on to singing a bollywood tune.

“3 chocolates and juice…umm…that makes it 125” said the middle-aged man from behind the counter.

“God help our future” the man said quietly sneering at the hooligans.

We took our change and gave him a weak smile. Just then a small boy who was waiting for his turn at the shop started to scream. His words, somewhat vague at first started to ring loud and clear in my ears.

As we turned I felt my heart miss a beat. A kid along with his bicycle had fallen in a large drain. Before I could even register the scene, two of the “worthless fellows” jumped into the drain and the third stood alert in case  need arise. The kid was brought to safety while  the bright future stood thunderstruck, motionless.

The above incident is true and a first hand experience which has often made me think – why the boys who had the heart to save a drowning kid thought it was okay to harass girls?

Because it is okay to ogle at girls, stalk them and make passes at them.

Because we are a country where people call harassing – Eve teasing.

Because we  are headed by people who think following girls is harmless and should be left alone.


Because in a “sex starved” country like ours one should at least be able to get this much of privilege.

Because that is what woman want and that is how a woman falls in love.

Ya right!!!

Because every morning, we women ask ourselves if  we look good enough to be groped by that groin scratching lecherous man. Or pray that at least God make us hear one tacky and mortifying dialogue.

I remember going to work early morning at around 6 am wishing to reach my work place without being harassed. But sadly not a single day passed without those looks that made me feel like I am unclothed.  Do you know what exactly goes on in our mind? The failure to understand  why something that is ours becomes unrestricted. Why does the need arise to tell people something that is so basic. It is my body, quit using it like a trash bin for your filthy gesticulation, your detestable stares and your repulsive and gross touch.

I was 12 years old when I was coming home from school. Two boys around the age of  17 groped me from behind . I was stunned and then I saw an uncle witness everything and he just passed like nothing happened. It was disgusting. This was the first incident that made me fear men for they were both callous and cold-hearted. This incident made me learn early that there is no end to such suffering but there is no need to remain silent and suffer. Because not protesting  is encouraging.


laundiyan patayenge missed call se.

No! No Salman! you have got it all wrong! You  of all people should know – missed calls don’t work!

Never been a fan of Dolce & Gabbana ad campaigns but this one went too far.


Seriously what were you thinking?

Then there is this recent controversy regarding the Ford ad campaign


The ad features Silvio Berlusconi with three women tied and gagged in the boot. The ad is distasteful considering Silvio has been involved in numerous sex scandals. Ford has publicly apologized for it.


NO it’s not okay to blow smoke on woman’s face. Tipalet or not! well the best part is that you are anyways going to die pretty soon with all the smoke blowing you do!

Just so you know –


It is crucial that it is put into your hollow brain – whistling at woman, making lewd comments and vulgar gestures- is harassment and if you think this is all harmless then you are a piece of ignorant rotting scum.