Friday, 23 May 2008

Fair and lovely...


In my search for the perfect body lotion I came across shelf upon shelf of body lotions which maintain your perfect tan and tanning lotions which help you tan.Well again at the cost of repeating myself I will say "Summers here" in UK. The campus is converted into a beach where semi naked bodies are lying down in the sun .Its like the entire University is in a picnic mood.

Well back home in "good ole India" we run for cover from the blazing sun not to get tanned. All the beauty regimes definitely include how to get rid of that ugly tan . Where as the Sun heats up, we can see our feet bearing the design of our footwear .

Its kind of ironic to see the fair skinned "Firangs" wanting our skin shade "BROWN" (as Russel Peters likes to call) and us trying desperate measures to look fairer.

How could I miss talking about the beauty cream "Fair and lovely" . I personally feel that the product should be banned from the market. It actually promotes the idea that fair is beautiful and dark skin is Ugly....Look at the name itself " Fair and Lovely", what else could it potray...

I know many of my friends emptying tubes and tubes of this cream in the desperate desire to look fairer.Don't they understand that putting on some stupid cream is not going to change the original colour of their skin.

Most of us are conditioned from childhood to also believe in the theory of fairer people being attractive and intelligent because they have white skin. And people with darker skin are slower and ugly...
Also most of our advertisements potray a man being attracted to a fair girl rather than a dark one. They are unfair on the dark skinned people.

Here too in firang land, people do discriminate against you because you are darker . I have been a victim of it . I was lost in a new town and approached a white male for directions and he just shooed me away and ran thinking I was a beggar...it was the most humiliating time of my life. Eventually I did get directions that too from a white lady who did not treat me as vermin...

So to "cut to the chase", is'nt it time we start treating people like humans and not some type of animals just because of the colour of their skin . Some of the greatest leaders in this world were black , brown and white .They are great not beacuse of the colour of their skin but because of their actions.

Wednesday, 21 May 2008

What the F*** !!!!!



That is exactly my state of mind right now...since its my blog I am allowed freedom of expression...

When you are in a very bad mood that is all you can say.....

Well for starters a very good friend of mine dumped me...(I know that boyfriends dump you and not friends) but most of us don't realize that they dump you when they don't want to be in touch anymore....and your attempts to revive that bond falls flat on your face...

Just like in a romantic relationship you are left wondering what did you do wrong? Is it something you did or said that lead to this situation.

Most of the times the so called friends just drift away because life takes us all in different directions.There is no more common ground on which you can meet or have fun together.But you still manage to hang on to a few close friends and try to be in touch with them as much as you can and not let geographical distance be an issue.

But again the same thing happens and then you really start doubting yourself all over again..
You feel cheated and abandoned.All the time ,money and effort you put in maintaining that friendship all goes down the drain and you are left with bitter feelings.

The old memories just come rushing back and you still cannot believe it, that the person with whom you shared every scrap of personal details ,your feelings and hopes. The person you grew up with is no longer interested in being a part of your life and does not want you to be a part of theirs. Its a crushing feeling.

Maybe their experiences make them a different person.Maybe they made better friends or maybe they just stopped liking you.

Friday, 9 May 2008

The growing pains....


I was recently reading my friends blog and he had written something about being an adult...that got me thinking of my teenage years...and time spent with my sisters and my younger cousin....

I have 2 elder sisters...hang on...I am not a pampered brat or something...though I am sure my sisters will disagree on this....

I had a very volatile relation with my elder sister who is just a year older (and I guess the remnants are still there)and more of a stable and "I revere her" types with my eldest who is seven years older. My younger cousin was more there for me to bully around and also be my good confidante in all the naughty things that I planned.

Though I was never a kid who loved to destroy stuff and make other peoples lives miserable , in my middle sister's terms (Lets call her 'A') I was a kid who deserved some strong words every time I did something wrong.....which I actually thought was fun...

I still clearly remember my first experience of stepping into teenage was in my 7th grade, when in school a few of my classmates were discussing about boys...and I felt so disgusted and unclean hearing them talk about boys...it was a completely alien feeling....

It was not that I did not have boys as friends, but I knew them since childhood so never saw them as "Boys".

My tiffs with my parents became a everyday scene...mostly I thought they were different species all together and I did not understand their language....there were also periods of those typical scenarios when I felt like "Nobody understands me".

My mother became my enemy No. 1 cause she was the one who was trying to regulate my behavior and "A" I thought was her sidekick...
It was a tough time for me and I guess for my parents too...who were trying their best to understand me and cope with my behavior which I am quite sure was bizzare...(I can judge that by looking at how my teenage nephew behaves these days).

It was also a time for daydreaming and rebellion...the sudden bouts of just listening to Micheal Jackson and Wham!! as loudly as possible, locking up myself in a room on the terrace(Which was habitable only in cool weather)...and I also started writing a Diary...most of which contained page by page detailed description of how my parents were torturing me...

If anyone could lay their hands on it now I am sure they would go into hysterical fits of laughter...(I have shredded it after reading it and laughing at my state of mind when I wrote all the nonsense).

At that time it was good relief to write it down...but in retrospect it makes me wonder about the phase called "Teenage". I feel that is the most crucial time in everyones life...which determines actually what type of people we are going to turn out as adults.

Well all in all I have a pretty calm and supportive family...who never let me run away with my rebellious nature and tried to put a bit of sanity in me . I give all the credit to my parents and of course my sisters who kept me in check and still do whenever I think of doing something irrational and crazy.

Thursday, 1 May 2008

Of Buttcracks and Cleavages

I travel by bus everyday to work.It gives me an opportunity to observe people without being too obvious. The latest fad in fashion is the "low waist jeans". I always think whether its more of a fashion disaster.

Everybody is wearing it from fat to skinny..tall to short...

The low waist jeans has shown me some unsightly views and unchartered territories. Not to sound too retro and conservative,was it not enough that showing the cleavage was considered fine that we are now happily showing our other cleavage as well.

Just yesterday I saw a young mother with her 2 friends get in the bus. She was not skinny but quite well endowed and wearing a LWJ (Low waist jeans ) plus no belt to hold it up. It was quite an ordeal for everybody to see her sitting down .

Its fine if fashion models wear it cause they make it look good .Also people who can carry it without showing their backside to the entire world.

On an average I get to see at least 5-10 butt cracks everyday and I think my cup runneth over . Sometimes I feel like screaming loudly "get a grip people either wear a belt , a longer t -shirt or take your butt crack somewhere else".

And on my trip to Manchester last weekend it was more of a cleavage galore...
Showing a bit of your cleavage looks classy.
When did showing too much come back in vogue....maybe fine for a night at the disco but not on the streets that too in daytime.
When they say "if you have it ,flaunt it..." how much of it should you take literally???
Does it mean ,show it all and bare it all???

I am no moral police...but when my auditory elements are jarred by loud clothes , butt cracks and too much of cleavage, it becomes my right to speak up for the cause of fashion.

Super Size Me

I've never met a women friend who will miss a chance to go shopping even if its window shopping.The high and thrill of drooling over new shoes and clothes and bags is akin to taking ecstasy (I've only read about it....)

I am a self confessed window shopper....I love it...I also love buying new outfits...

The only problem comes when I am out shopping with a skinny friend....well uhmmm I am not anywhere in that category.....I become pretty self conscious during those times and to top it all most of the stores forget that fat people oops....overweight people can have a sense of fashion too.

I am sure most of my soul sisters know what I am talking about...

I guess this is the story at least in my country...India....Americans might care to dispute...

You browse through racks and racks of wonderful clothes and none of them fit you...its quite frustrating and disappointing just like when you come to know you've not passed in a particular test even if you are sure you've studied.

You end up buying material and getting it stitched from the tailor...who of course as usual either makes it tooo tight so you can't breath or leaves it like a tent...either way you lose.

So whats a Gal gotta do???

Now a days there are shops who design clothes for larger people...but hello....just check up the price tag....what only fat rich people get to buy these???

What about poor mortals like me...so either you lose weight (which everybody around you is telling you too...as usual) or you have bigger pockets....

But what about in the mean time....am I suppose to just buy one classsy outfit and wear it again and again...or just dress up looking like a walking tent.