men beware

I have long tresses too and they have been standing on ends - I am under pressure to write punctual blogs! Poor, naive, innocent me had no clue that some kind of time frame had to be adhered to while blogging! I have been biting my nails in trepidation! It's a good thing my teeth can't bit thru plastic 'cos fake nails are expensive! Besides, my guy won't have any trouble with absent or misplaced commas. He isn't going to mind if i don't punctuate. He is going to be illiterate.

Current Music: golden eye

Blogging came highly recommended by a friend and well, you live only once so try anything twice right? But believe you me, I hadn't the darndest idea I was going to be stirring up such a hornet's nest (Heck, I didn't think anyone was even gonna read it!). I was expecting some disgruntled remarks from the men (and even my very first post did not disappoint) and I was expecting some "Yeah she is right man!" from them as well. All in good humour just like those T-shirts they wear that say," Why beer is better than women" that we aren't supposed to be disgruntled about. I mean, isn't that the fundamental law of nature, that what goes around comes around?

The hornet's nest I referred to earlier was with regard to a few things. I seem to have overlooked that everything is open to interpretations that there are different ways to view the same thing. Perspective, it is called. But that oversight turned out to be a good thing because what I was trying to offer was - perspective (in the two earlier posts) and so i embarked on a terrain less chartered. The truoble, I think, is that it is less chartered because no one wants to go there - to a place that perhaps shakes our cushy little worlds a little.

Anyway, I was banking on the cushion of anonymity that the internet so delighfully provides but then i forgot that my closest pals know the person behind the alias. And they seem worried. So to them I say, guys, they are not posts about pessimism. Infact, far from it. They are the result of random ramblings, of rap sessions held with the gals and the result of an impostor impersonating the goddess of love! They are posts from a woman who is tired of having boys tell her that true love is what Romeo had for Juliet and tired of the underlying implication. They are posts from a woman who really wishes that there were more women out there who would be more outspoken. They are posts from a woman who knows that, should there be a seriously disgruntled fella, he will have to go through you guys before he gets anywhere near me!!

My second post is not about optimism or pessimism. I wouldn't want it to be viewed in black or white. It is just perspective - to be read, ruminated over perhaps and then stashed away as some kind of an armchair analysis. I plead guilty to succumbing to rhetoric, but this was done only because I thought it would drive home a point. And was just that - rhetoric.

To PMoW, I think I sensed some concern in your comment and am hoping it was alleviated with that last sentence. As a gesture of appreication, I have tried to use punctuation in this post. But don't get used to it!!

Current Mood: Itching For One
Current Music: The Friends theme - I will be there for you

I am Aphrodite, the goddess of love (and clearly, delusional. You would be too if you had seen baaz: bird in danger). It is going on to 2 am now and i cant sleep (you would expect more of a night life from the goddess of love, but you would have to be delusional too to think I am the real deal anyway, so i am reaching out to the web with what ails me. I am worried that all great love stories end tragically. I am worried that all truly great love songs that shake the soul, are about heartbreak.Yet everyone still believes in that elusive fairytale where everyone gets to live happily everafter. Now, this concerns me deeply for I am the goddess of love. And because each new quest usually translates into more work for me (which gets in the way of my beauty regime). And cupid doesn't exactly make it easier for me because (and this a state secret) his favourite phrase is, "Oh blast! I missed". How else would you explain why the babbling idiot gets to go home with the hunk? It never ceases to amaze me how everybody who sets out to be a martyr in love, atleast at one point in time, alludes to Romeo and Juliet. It is perhaps the greatest love stories of all time. And what is truly staggering is that most people don't even know what it is really called. For if they did, they probably would not make a reference to it. It is called 'The Tragedy Of Romeo And Juliet'.

Current Music: right kinda wrong

Look around you and they are all over! They are in your homes, in the malls, in your workplace heck! Even in your beauty salons! God

Current Music: even more so