Cringing in the fringes...

Its about this section of the fairer sex whom when u encounter reminds u of thousands of glossy pages in the magazines devoted to her. Whose elbows are weapons and rib cage weighs upon the fact that eve was fashioned from a bone…who is proclaimed to be the hub of purpose ness and incredible will power…well, ill agree to a lil bit of that too for how else would she survive those days when nothing but comfort eating can help, work out regularly and keep her wayward taste buds leashed?...the women other women want to pose as..”The thin women”

Everyday, all the time I stumble across the phrase everywhere...”Being fat and ugly”…wait a min!!!Being fat doesn’t preclude being ugly…it doesn’t mean lack of purpose and gut. Not unhappiness at the least and not consumed by envy of the thin. For some time ive endured this celebration of young women with gritted teeth. not because im fat or anything but because coz am annoyed being lumped into the category known as fat (im still too far from filling its prerequisites yet)…thin is generally misunderstood as chic, confident and for all the wrong reasons as sophisticated and beautiful…who has the figure to carry…) and then I, u and the lamppost feel lyk asking. What figure?

The time has come for straight talk…from gut... Padded with slight swell of flesh…why be thin (the ones who are congenitally equipped with this curse as my friend Roma are excluded from this discussion) or even try to inflict this whole concept upon us. I agree our collarbone vll never be able to see the sunlight again... But being thin doesn’t mean womanliness…we are comfortable the way we are. And in control... We feel like the woman… Like the way we look and for goodness sake don’t tell us how to look.

Therz a hell lot of difference between thin and THIN…thin ness in my age is like adolescent naivety... which comes to term with age but women dressing as teenagers look like muttons dressed as lamb.. a man in his early days feels on the top of the world dating a thin girl.. Walking arm in arm with the right signal.. Him dating success..Him = cool

But when it comes to marrying a girl, even the coolest guy around town will seldom behave any different from an average goatherd in himachal. In bed and life, he wants substance. He wants something to hold on to; to cling and nestle against. If the toss up is between a cushion and a coat hanger, he will settle for the rounded contours rather than the straight and the narrow…

But y do u need the other sex to acquaint u of ur beauty…better to have somebody who can sail through thick and thin with u(literally)….. Why persevere so hard to resemble the androgynous stick insect...im not fat nor thin... My everyday growing tummy doesn’t make me nervous or sad. Just makes me feel the hole in the pocket because of the growing dress size.. And sad because the last one don’t fit me anymore…but voila I buy the same in a size bigger and im glistening again...
(Adapted from nair)

Internal aplomb!!

The hollow minds, blank faces, creepy attitude or maybe my wrong acuity. (though I cant say that confidently)... The crowded streets, with its sleek cars, ready to knock any one, in an outrage of heavy traffic, has always intrigued me.. baffled about my own existence..getting answers to scores of questions i used to have..having several new questions to be answered..playing a new role everyday..exihilaration of a new relationship..misery of concluding an old one..I for once have started to feel like the woman, the free bird I had always wanted to be. i was overwhelmed, how people could be so distant from each others lives, while back at home, I can say that everything, owed an explanation to my mum,if not ,then maybefriends. But now just my conscience is my questionnaire. I feel happy being on my own usually. But nostalgia grips me during moments of desolation… peculiar... I miss mom, the only actual friend that I must b having since I have a memory, not because she was posing as one but because she chose not to abandon this role even after hell load of internal strife. This was probably her most difficult charge and not having a dad was not much of an issue…though not insensitively but practically. My secret gate keeper..cant blame life after all..somethings are not just another reason to crib..n not every painful demise results in sad ending!!