Woe-man

Ok seemed to have forgotten to publish this post.... Its quite an old one... which i recently discovered in my drafts :) nevertheless.... Take a read!

Sometimes, I hate being a woman for... the obvious reasons listed below.

Bleeding: Damned if you do and damned if you don’t. There is nothing redeeming about leaking blood for 4 days in a row. And yet, worrying about having irregular periods - a constant questions on my child-bearing chances.
* Cramping: thats not too much of a problem i face... but i see other around me... holding stomach... doing the ohh.. and aahs...cramps that make them want to kill themselves. The debilitating stomach ache combined with the crippling back ache - ah! Ooh and Ouches
* WAXING & THREADING: #$%&**#$%^&****#$%^Need I say more?
* PMS: One minute we’re happy, the next we’re suicidal. This is the one time I feel sorry for everyone around me. As women we have some idea of what it’s like to go through this pendulum of emotions, but as a man this must be the strangest, most unfathomable phenomenon!Wait!

Why the **** am I feeling sorry for men? They just have to watch us go through this, not actually feel the crap we feel while we’re PMSing. And I’m not even going to touch upon the social and culturals inequities that are thrust upon our gender.

Why this rant? I don’t know. Maybe I’m PMSing.

Au Revoir - Two Double-O Seven

This has been one hell of an eventful year. Well What do I say...I've been one hell of a busy girl.

And to think that in one of our I'm-so-bored-what-about-you conversations, someone had told me that what I really need, is to do something drastic. Like get married. And get divorced the next day!!! he he he... U wish! :-)

Right.

Life doesn't come with an instruction book. Which is particularly unfair because life's tough. And while this has been said many zillion times before, we don't really give a thought of whats been happening in each chapter of our autobipgraphy...

Anyway, here's What I learnt in 2007.

I write better than I think I do.
People actually read what I write. And enjoy it.
Every single person in the industry will have a different opinion on your work. You need to acknowledge that (but not accept it as the final call) and move on.
I really have no idea what I'm capable of doing, until suddenly I've gone and done it. This scares the pants or should i say salwars off me.
It's best to embrace your feminine side and say, "kolhapuri Chappals? Hell yeah!
You have to be very careful of what you wish for because the man up above (God for the ignorant) loves loopholes.

In my case, this realisation has just about entered my conscious.... 2 years too late.

If you're even half the person you make yourself out to be, people will like you anyway.
Life goes on. One year onto the next.... with just the celebrations at the end to keep you company...

Well! All I can say is... Buh Bye 2007 ... it was great to have Known u...