Forbidden Fruit and its consequences! are we creating the need?

Am back again šŸ˜€ Here I was , relaxing on a nice Sunday morning, watching a bit of a steamy romantic scene on Youtube. okay… agreed, Indian Soap do not have steamy romantic scenes. All they have is two actors looking at each other passionately with sad ass music playing in the background. After much staring, we see the male lead leaning forward and its left to the audience imagination to see a hot passionate kiss.

And this scene has been AGE RESTRICTED! LOL… i am sorry. i couldn’t help but laugh. All you mother hens and society conscious women out there must be protecting their little Ā chicks saying … what is that you say … the CULTURE of our country, what will our kids learn?

Yes, Mother Hens of our country! what will kids learn? When they see, you and all others intently watching the heroine getting insulted repeatedly again and again. from Public humiliation, to characterĀ assassination. Somehow its ok for your kids to see girls getting humiliated by men and suffer silently? Why are people wasting energy making a hue and cry for decently shot romance while sitting back and enjoying women being degraded.

Let me give you a small scenario.Ā One episode, where the couple are trapped in a hut and is “super hot”Ā receivesĀ low TRP while an episode where the hero throws the girl out the house and tells her to sleep on the floor gets the highest TRP. And yes.. brutal emotional torture is some how not required to be age restricted. Sadists much are we? Families watch soaps together they say. Do you know thatĀ restrictingĀ something makes its all the more desirable? Do you want young minds to grow up thinking that its ok for a women to be bashed around because they are the weaker sex? What does all these questions say about the women in our country?

So lets see… why is there an order for age restriction for anĀ amateur romantic sceneĀ ? Is is cause we ourselves areĀ embarrassedĀ when watching it? We think its a taboo. Come one people. we areĀ descendantsĀ of Ā people who wrote the Kamasutra, of the people who carved erotic sculptures, and generations later we have become prudes.

Ever hear of the Forbidden Fruit? Are we creating this need ourselves for the younger generation.

My Pet Peeves and how to avoid them!

Pet Peeves!!! Lord! does those rattle me! Usually on a good day (which are few) I have quite anĀ amiableĀ nature šŸ˜€ I am not the flower loving, bird watching , nature loving sought but i manage to keep people smiling. But , God Forbid, if you end up being one of those poor souls who decide to wake me up the wrong way… You will Die with just my oh-so-powerful sleepy glare! 😐

I am a libran which i am quite proud of but along with being a libran comes one huge disadvantage. We , ohhhhkkk fine… I am of either one or the other extreme. For example: I either sleep like a log or i sleep like a ninja warrior vary of every sound around me. (I am not sure how that is being a libran, but couldnt help, but show off my zodiac sign :P). Ā So, I cant really describe myself as a light sleeper cause there are days where, well… earthquakes couldnt shake me awake. šŸ˜›

Coming back to my rant …. you dont even have to be human to wake me up.. even the birds chirping at 4:30 in the morning can rile me up. And I would end up looking like this .

Is there a cure for this? Hell Yeah!!! But before I start shooting my rules and regulations on how to wake me up, I would like to say that these are a collection from my experience from my hostels and home. So , back to the points….never do the following things when you see me sleeping :

1) When you find my bedroom door locked…..Do not bang the door like you are HULK … I love “Hulk! SMASH!” but only in the movies…. Do not try this in real life around me.

2) If you are a bird who can read … don’t come my window and start screeching like you are about to go to war! I respect the fact that you an early bird and all … but please, STAY AWAY FROM MY WINDOW at 4:30 in the morning.

3) Do not come into my room and yell my name out loud like i just killed your dog only to say … wow! its cold !

4) Never let your kids scream around me or inviteĀ kids who decide to sing in a rather loud voice so that the people in theĀ arcticĀ can hear.

5) Many of you would be shocked but pls do not play the suprabatham at full volume thinking that it gives you inner peace. I love God! heck, he is one of my most favorite people in the world… when i get what i want ;). But bhajans and spiritual rituals are not my thing. You want to feel spiritual.. please Ā go ahead and do that in your own space which is not near my bed!

6) Mobile phones are nice…. i love them. I talk on them for hours on end… but people do remember one tiny thing. Just cause people cant hear the caller doesn’t mean they cant hear you talking on the phone! So try and keep it down! I know you are worried about your aunt, and your littleĀ neighborĀ got sick and yes Shiela ki Jawani is a catchy song but do you have to discuss this near my bed?

7) And Finally! I know there is war going on along with presidential elections and many other things that seem to fill up newspapers but what I do not get is that if you are so interested in the world why don’t you see the person sleeping a foot away from you?

8) This one is done by 2 people who are very close to me and it still annoys me… So there i am sleeping away and they come in.. see me sleeping… ask me if i am sleeping… and CARRY ON A CONVERSATION with a sleeping me!!! Yes, and its my love for them that I answer in my sleep induced state. Well, what can i say. There are always exceptions!

I’m sure that there are lot more ways of annoying me but thanks to the stars I have not encountered them. Ā hope the stars continue to favor me šŸ˜›

My upcoming 30’s and my delusional 20’s

I am currently going through a rather rough point in my life! Yes, I feel stressed, the sudden need for a undying love .. which according to me can from a cuteĀ Labrador, and a sense of doom. You know what i mean. The end of my twenties is near.. well almost near!!! DUN DUN DUN!

Along with looking like this ….

I am also going through self inspection and nostalgia… so here goes my tale of my delusional twenties. SPOILER: Has lot of cheesy dreams and cliché settings. But what the heck! I am going to rant and rave anyway šŸ˜€

A long time ago, šŸ˜‰ when i turned 20, i felt mature.Ā (How naive was I :P) . Now when i think back, Ā I was just a tiny little lizard who thought it was aĀ dinosaur. It’s weird that i compared myself to a lizard. I don’t see myself as one but i thought the metaphor was apt. Anyway, coming back to the point … i felt powerful.

I was looking forward to working, Living alone, partying, Ā finding my one true love (in Mills and Boon style), getting married, Ā buying a dog and living happily ever after and hopefully dying in my sleep. (Admit it! we all dream of this once in a while)

I was imagining myself to be a combination of the girls from “Cosmopolitan” and a Mills and Boons Heroine Ā (Fine! am a little full of myself.. so sue me, My Blog is titled ‘Self Obsession).Ā The hope and energy in me was immense enough to fill a 18 wheeler. Everything was fine till reality struck! I was working! I was living alone! but man was it tough!

Reality Strike 1 – my first job was …. Interesting! i loved the job but theĀ environment i used to work in was just short of a littleĀ napalm. My investments in time, energy was not equal to my returns in results and money.Ā Lesson Learnt : When you work for money, you get it and only it. When you work for you passion, you are happy but not rich šŸ˜›

Reality Strike 2-Ā i was living alone and i was … Alone! Somehow, when i used to dream of Ā living alone and being the next cosmo girl, i forgot one tiny little thing… and that i would be infact living ALONE. And living in a conservative country filled with oh-so-caring (Nosy) people really doesn’t help. Ā I could bring home my dear friends who would infact die for me, but somehow since they wereĀ biologicallyĀ notĀ similarĀ to me, i was looked at with a jaundiced eye.

Reality Strike 3 – Mills and Boon is just a book. Ā *Face Palm* I think that says it all šŸ˜›

So after many a heart breaks, eye openers, and bottles … i reached a mature age of 27. And if you ask me what I feel now, I would say, “I am where I want to be…but I wouldn’t mind being little more popular, richer, prettier and Younger!” šŸ˜›

I have my 28th year to look forward to and when I was talking to Ā my best friend, IĀ realizedĀ something. I had a major reality check all through my twenties(minus 3 yrs). I had doubts to why I was born, my purpose in life till IĀ realized, I just need to shut the fuck up and life my life one day at a time.

Emotional Drama Alert!

20’s is a magical decade. We are naiveĀ I was Naive and more than a little delusional. Ā I had hardships and heartbreaks, Ā i got run down emotionally, I metĀ weirdĀ men and women, Liars, Cheets, Traitors, Bitches and the list goes on. But there is also a sense of innocence and hope in this decade where at the beginning of every tunnel you know that you would be at the end soon.

I have also met some of the best people in the last 7 years. I hope to spend my 30’s with them too. And they get to spend their 30’s with a more mature and beautiful me! I always knew I was like wine šŸ˜›

I, Me and Myself

To create a blog is easy! To maintain it requires a bit of patience and time but in my humble opinion what i find to be the tricky spot is the First Ever Blog Post!

This is my first ever blog that i have actually seriously thought about creating and somehow talking about marketing seemed easy but I wanted something more. Bordering on the line of self obsession, I decided to talk about myself and how I am making my journey through the amazing hell hole called the world šŸ˜›

I am a twenty’s something marketing professional and If life showed me a path other than marketing, I would probably be a relationship therapist šŸ˜› If I start on that, I would have to create yet another blog šŸ˜‰

So much for now Smile Do stay tuned as rant more! I just love it when people listen šŸ™‚

Till then.. Chao!

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