May I help you ?

Well this has to be a grown up problem and I am not ready to grow up yet so I will try everything in my power to delay processing this as much as possible. But the fact is that it is right in my face as of now and my hands are itching to write about, MEN.

There i said it. Not the men I fall for, the hunky ones that float around in my fantasies but the other ones, the smelly, unruly, egoistic men that are out there, next to our seats in office, behind the doors across the hall, inside those shiny cars in traffic.

Ok, so not all of them are smelly and unruly but they all are egoistic and I cannot stand it.

No, it's not because they told me that my work isn't as good as theirs or they can do things that i can't. OK. They did say that but i am bursting into flames because They. Don't. Listen.

For years I tolerated the towels on the floor, the light banter on sexist remarks and i thought to myself - Eh! It's ok. Maybe being a girl meant tolerating this much and then i came to this office. And Lo and behold! Men have become (pardon my french german and yiddish) big behimas!

'You can't do this work, your silly brain can't take the pressure. Let me do it'

'No need to come for this project, i will handle it.'

'Oh you are talking about working this software? You must be wrong, girls only know makeup and fashion.'

'No. No, this idea won't work! Let's go with what Mr.X said...' Mr.X sides my idea 'Oh ya, wow! I didn't know you had such an insight M. X!'

These are some of the lines that have been said to me over some time and they are just the tip of the iceberg! It's one thing to think you are good, but another to think you're better just because you have a bratwurst instead of a cherry.

Well all in all this is yet another rambling on the same old issues about sexism and whatnot. But, they are the same old issues because this hasn't dimmed out yet! We are still in a patriarchal society and we still give more importance to men over women.

Women deliberately choose to be airheads so that they can get help from men and what they don't realise is that actually hampers with the other women who want to do something on their own.
They are made to think otherwise. Made to think that they cannot do something when they actually can!

Well, no one actually stopped me from doing what I want (thank God for liberal parents) which hamper with me being submissive to the patronising actions that ensue behind the cubicle walls.

I haven't applied for something I am not good at, nor have I applied for something where all I have to do is carry two pom poms and cheer on the macho men to victory. I am here to work, to make mistakes and to learn. There is no way that can happen when the men have decided they are the rulers of this arena. It has to stop and maybe in a few days I will be writing another post about how I made them sit and follow my instructions for a change.

Rambler. Over and Out!

To sleep or not to sleep, that is the question!

Well, since my singlehood, i have understood a few things about myself, i am lazy.
LAZY... lazy ... lazy 

So lazy that my mattress is the only place i might have traveled to in the past one week.
That sounds disturbing but, yes, it's true.

Is it a disease? Or are there people like me out there. Am I alone on this one? That thought is again so disturbing.

It's not like i do all my daily chores on my mattress (Ew, gross) but, i would rather sleep than go downstairs and try my new ( now quite old, but since i only rode it twice, still new ) cycle. I would rather sleep than go out and get my legs waxed ( it's winters, give me some credit on that one! ) I would rather sleep than play with my dog ( sheesh! he hates me anyway ) Is it really that bad?

The mattress is comfortable, warm, and as soon as i lay on it, i go off to the best of slumbers !

It's an amazing place. It's like a fluffy kingdom for my body. It hugs me and tells me everything is going to be alright.

Ok now that i read the whole thing again, i really do think it's depressing and disturbing.

But what the hey everyone pigs out differently. There are some who binge in one night, others are just hobos. Some like to play video games and some sleep for a day straight. It's kind of a birth right for every young adult of this century.

We pig out, some to a normal healthy extent and the others to the extent of getting interventions.
This is being written on the eleventh hour but i had to let it out. I am guilty now that my friends are up and about, making use of their time while i am in a deep and meaningful relationship with my bed, my brain keeps saying i should do something better with my life and then my legs just say , Hey you know what, there is still tomorrow.

It's almost like i don't have control over any of this. Though, yet again, i will try to persuade my body tomorrow, till then, i am gonna snuggle into my warm blanket and sleep.

Goodnight :)

Valentine's Day special

The boy is on the left of the bottle, now he is on the right, now on the left and again on the right and again on the left --
"Hey! Are you winking at me?"
I sat up, embarrassed? No, just curious. When did he notice me? I had been 'winking' at him for the past fifteen minutes. Well, not winking, I was just bored so decided to explore the physics of eyesight. It was a bonus that he was soothing to the eyes as well. Valentine's day was here, the looming doom of being single yet again had finally rained on my parade today.

I wasn't really one of those people who is a loner, I mean I have friends but, being single  had nothing to do with the number of friends or the make up I put on everyday.  Being single was a socially discriminating cut off tha divided us all on Valentine's. My friends had dates and here i was, sitting alone at a take away outlet, waiting for my binge dinner, winking away at a smoldering stranger.

He must have become uncomfortable since he shifted his chair and turned his back to me. This was the reality, by now in a romantic comedy, he would have come up to me, looked deep into my eyes, held my hand and said "let's wink at others together, for the rest of our lives." Well, something to that context.

I would have had two more guys madly in love with me, waiting on the other side of town somewhere in their expensive lofts. They would realise their love for me and jump across cars' bonnets in traffic, get hit by strangers in a crowd and stop me as i am about to step into my plane to go to Paris.

Yup.

This is what happens when you wait for your take away on Valentine's and it's been delayed for the umpteenth time.

You digress into romantic comedies.

I looked out the window to distract myself from the winking, I guess there is a point in your life when you have to say to yourself, 'this has to stop, darling, you are better than this at least.' It had started raining, and the small little brain i had left from watching all those romantic comedies, had forgotten to carry an umbrella. Now, my waiting had another reason to extend and soon enough in the hopes of not diving into the ocean of insanity due to boredom I went back to my winking.

I reached home two hours later. A little earlier than i had expected. Sometimes being a pessimist pays off. The rain had turned to a drizzle, the food into coleslaw and I, as expected into a loner.