Cupcakes and unicorns

She sat watching the crappy chick flick her friends had always chatted about... she watched the the movie flow by with little reception to her brain as she stuffed her hand with chips, the hot guy, the jock had fallen for plain Jane ... yet again... she knew how the film was going to end, yet she wanted to see through it till the end. 

It was not the direction or the acting that caught her interest, it was the story , the fantasy that a plain jane had caught the fancy of the hot and popular. This had never happened in real life ... never to her and never to her friends or even the ones she knew by name and  yet there she sat fantasizing about her jock sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to the goal post. 

How sad is real life from our fantasies? There is no prince on a white horse or a night in shining armour, there is however, the ugly, big hearted ogre sitting in the middle of his swamp waiting for his ogress to come build a mud house with him. 

No matter how movie was going to end the girl knew, in reality, she was going to sit in the swamp for years, silently waiting for her ogre to accidentally stumble on a weed and land up at her doorstep, if not the sudden change in fate, then her mother would find a suitable ogre, who would hold a dual degree, convince her that he was the one she had been waiting all her life. 

There is no escaping love, but there is no escaping the quest of love either. In most of us it is inbuilt. Deep within the core workings of our minds sits this small tiny voice that keeps telling us to move forward towards the ultimate goal - happiness and what is happiness really? without love? 

Every one can obviously refute with the fact that love from family and friends is enough but those people will have fallen in love at least once in their life. I am a cynic myself, i don't believe there is everlasting love in this lifetime, however, i do believe that some one out there, at some point of time will be the one who will take my breath away, even if it were for a second, that, my friends will be love in its real sense. 

There really is no sense in waiting for mr. right, because he would have have found some random girl in his neighbourhood. It is to find that big hearted ogre, in the swamp, fill the swamp with mud houses, till the time the construction crew comes and builds a concrete spa resort on it, then, simply move on to another swamp. If the ogre wants to tag along, you have found your happiness, other wise, there are many ogres in the jungle, you need not worry. 

How is it possible for a girl like me to stay single. A lot of guys have asked me that question, the only answer i had to that question was, i never got the chance to be a pair. I am happy that i didnt get a chance really, since all that has led me to write this blog, work on my writing, study for my exams and there is no harm in being alone, since being alone doesn't make you lonely, it just makes you single. 

The single ogre in the single swamp, is better than the millions of prince charmings. So, watch out girls, the next swamp is right around the corner. 

The horrors of work

The clock struck nine and I am still dressing up! In the back of my mind, I can see my boss’ flared nostrils as he scrunches his forehead in fury.

The purple, throbbing vein in his throat might pop any moment. He is shouting, his spit flying all over. And I am still getting ready.

I try my best to catch the first metro

The first auto

None the less, I reach fifteen minutes late. As I step into the office, as quietly as a church mouse, the boss, smelling the putrid stench of fear turns around. His eyes red with rage, I cringe and the firing brigade enters the room.

After what seems to be a millennium of flying sputum and curse words, I go and sit on my desk.

I still feel the raging bull’s peering eyes into my back but I try to ignore it. What more can go wrong today! The boss comes over, announces two more articles for the day and I sink into my seat. One article takes up about five cigarettes and half my day, how was I supposed to finish three??

Trying to see the flickering silver-lining over the dark cloud, I think, it would be a creative challenge and I should take it.

 I tie a figurative working cloth on my head, pat my arms and start to write. After a few toiling hours, i realise, my first article is done, I take it proudly to my boss, happily, smiling all the way, he reads it, looks at me, smirks and tells me to redo the whole two thousand words of it.

I still stay upbeat to try and finish the work and within a blink of a second, it’s six and the guard is trying to break me away from the desk.

Taking home a disc with all the data in, I can see how my boyfriend is going to sulk in one corner of the room while I ignore him to complete my work. His puppy eyes digging deep into my back, his curse words travelling all the way to my boss’ dreams and him plotting the easiest way to kill him in his sleep.

There is no escaping the wrath of the monster of monotony. It is going to come everyday, make us all office goers curse Monday like it's the devil's original spawn.

 However, looking at the better side of the pillow, there is always the weekend, to relax, bitch and drink a little beer. So, why stop living? The boss has my week, I have his weekends, while i relax and enjoy a little time with my boyfriend, he flies over to Bombay to attend a meeting and kiss up to his boss. 

These small things are the ones that make me enjoy my office time. The amount of work and punishment i endure, i still get time with the three things i enjoy - food, books and a little loving from the one i love, on the other hand, my boss has to sit in a big empty conference room, nod along to the ramblings of the ice queen, fight a little with his nagging wife, have a sip of whisky and lie on the hotel bed, sleepless all night.

Isn't karma sweet?