This story is for you Rapunzel....
Once upon a time in a world very much like us there used to be a beautiful Princess called Rapunzel.
She was not very tall but packed a punch of energy inside her. She was pretty, cute & had a smile which could light up the whole world. My! she used her smile abundantly & won over hearts everywhere. She was caring. & being a kid who never wants to grow up she goes around chasing butterflies on the fields, with her long tress flowing after her.
Rapunzel was in school & all the kids in school were crazy about her. She was not only the star student but also active participant in all non-academic activities. Her friends adored her & were they plenty. Still she managed to keep friendship with whoever wanted to be friends to her.
She had a particular friend on whom she relied a lot. This friend was the son of the blacksmith who lived just outside the palace. Rapunzel & this friend Guddu were partners in crime. Rapunzel would escape from the tower late in the evening & they would play in the gardens.
Slowly as Rapunzel got a bit older she wanted to check out the wider world. She would drag Guddu further & further away from the palace. Guddu although wanted to be part of Rapunzel's escapes slowly had to refrain. He had to support his aging father in his work. Rapunzel would visit the market & even go to the dark alleys.
1 day she met a rider named Bozec. She was instantly swiped off her feet. Bozec had a white horse & a matching armour. He was soft spoken & extremely caring. Bozec too fell in love with Rapunzel even though he didn't know that Rapunzel was the Kings daughter. Rapunzel took care that Bozec never learn about her true identity.
Their love-story flowed. They would go for long rides in the country-side.
One day the King got to know of this. He was angry that her daughter had broken his faith. He locked up Rapunzel in the tower.
Guddu was extremely sorry. Everyday morning he would gather fresh flowers & toss them up the tower to a window which he knew was Rapunzel's. In the evenings when Rapunzel would sit longingly at the window Guddu would sit on the roof. If there was sufficient light & Rapunzel spotted him she would wave with a sorry smile. For Guddu these were the perfect days.
1 night he felt a strange urge & took a grappling hook & mustered enough courage to climb up the tower. Rapunzel was shocked at first but then was extremely happy to see her old friend. They talked all night & when it was nearing dawn Guddu got up to return. Rapunzel asks Guddu a favour. She wanted Guddu to find Bozec & bring him to her. She was sure that he could be found early in the morning. Guddu didn't know how to respond. He was put in a bigger fix when he heard that Bozec as per Rapunzel drops her flowers. He smiles & says he would do everything he can.
Guddu searches desperately for Bozec. But Bozec is no where to be found. The only news he got from the tavern is that Bozec was last seen with suspected robbers & heading towards the forest. Guddu was not sure how his Rapunzel would react. But as promised he climbed the tower again. Rapunzel was totally shocked. She sobbed all night fearing the worst for Bozec. Near dawn when she had stopped & Guddu was about to leave she decided she is going to go into the jungle to find him. Guddu tried to dissuade her but she was adamant. Finally Guddu agreed to help her as he has never been say a no to his Rapunzel.
2 nights later Guddu watched Rapunzel head towards the jungle at the dead of the night. Guddu had to swear on Rapunzel's life that he would not follow her into the jungle & neither would he ever let anyone know what he had done.
The King was furious. But more than his fury he was saddened. He blamed himself for being so hard on his daughter. He sent his best men but they returned without even a trace of her. Guddu was crestfallen & deeply regretful. He waited for some months just outside the forest for any news. All the news he got was of the robbers. These robbers were ruthless & fewer & fewer people used the jungle route. One misty morning Guddu just decided that he cant take it any more. He just rode into the forest with full determination of finding out what happened with his Rapunzel.
He got caught by the robbers & since he didn't have any money on him he was sent to the captivity chamber. There he found that Rapunzel was locked as well. Bozec didn't turn out to be the person who he supposed to be.
Here i would take a leave.
I want to leave my readers to decide what ending they wants... imagine & post some...
I would like to know what sort of endings do my readers like
1. Guddu saves Rapunzel from Bozec & returns to the kingdom...
2. Or let the story end here itself
3The King himself direct the army into the jungle catch the robbers
3a tragic ending: the robbers kill Rapunzel
3b dramatic ending: Guddu acts as the saviour for Rapunzel & dies in the ...
3c possible ending: Rapunzel survives & so does Guddu. The king arranges for a swayamvara & Guddu patiently awaits outside the hall to know the prince charming to whom Rapunzel...
4 A twisted turn would be Bozec was a spy for the king. He finally saves Rapunzel as well as Guddu & the live happily ever after....
what ending would u like....
Friday, March 26, 2010
The Married Man
I have come to an age where every person i meet asks me "when are you getting married".
Marriage are made fun of by most bachelors. I would like to add a fair number of spinsters i came across were there cracking jokes as well...
But now i am at a stage where people all around me feel i should get married.
Reasons for why i should get married are pretty interesting.
One reason is i would get a companion.
Another strange one from a senior colleague : "bache jab bigar jaate hain tab unki shaadi kara dea jaate hain" ..... errr... emmm... aaaa....eeee...ooookkkk okkk okk ok. main bigra-what-ever
An caring one; "dinner pakaya hua mile ga"
1 factual: after a couple of years or more you would require some1 within your hands reach, whom you can wake up & say call the ambulance
The place i work has a mix of married & unmarried people. The group i go for lunch with are mostly married or are about to get married.
A remark from there: movie jane ki partner mill jayega..
Another one: Restaurant er naam guloi bole jabi... khete ja kauke nea ebaar... onek to holo
There are some who give ambiguous answers. Interesting change aayege. What change???!!!?!?
Some has pacified me. I am supposed to wake up 1 fine morning & say i am getting married.
Some has point-blank told me that i have grown old enough.
Some has warned me saying if you are not financially confident that you can take care of another person then don't
There are some who warn me: bahut badal na parega
I have been unfortunate enough to be at an age where your mother firmly believes that you should get married. All your aunts support her vehemently & uncles slightly grudgingly.
I also realized this is also the time when a significant number of your friends are married. Some are living with a female partner. Did you guys read the news where Supreme Court quashed the 20 some case against Khusboo the South Indian actress. I am sorry to call all of Andhra, Tamil, Karnataka & Kerala as South Indian. I had to become immune to being called Northies.
Coming back to the topic. these friends of mine has allowed me a very close glimpse of the married life.
The first remarkable thing i noticed was that all females are extremely finicky about cleanliness. The males not used to these high standards face remarkable discomfort at the best. Typically a bachelor would wear his jeans for a month (give or take 30 days). As soon as he gets hit by a female entity he suddenly gets cleaner. His pad gets a total makeover. His expenses also get a change of direction.
I must add that the maximum that a guy can be clean i can show u atleast 100 females who can consider it the bare minimum.
There is a strange complication in this. A married colleague of mine has a set of n number of favourite bed shirts. 1 fine day he realized a few of them were in the washing machine. He had to take out one more from the cupboard & had gone down to get a pack of milk on a lazy holiday morning. When he came back he was forced to go for a bath & came out to realize that this t-shirt has also been put for washing. In the night he realized the last shirt was also in the dump for further washing. Amusing is it? Rings a bell? Well for him it was painful for him to convince his wife for another 15 mins of why he cant wear the slightly wet t-shirt. I have no clue how i would react.
Interestingly, as soon as these male friends escape from the over-see of their other half, they indulge in their old bachelor days. Same routine. Cleanliness blowing in the wind. The reason is more to be hyper than be so dirty.
an saddening remark: because that is what u r supposed to do
If you are coming at terms to the cleanliness portion then let me remind you that they add a new dimension. Neatness. How does it matter if the cloths are hanging on the cloths line for more than a day. Why must the wet towel immediately put out to dry. Why cant a shirt be left to lie on the bed for some time? Strange questions!!!??
Then again a philosophical take: a person who finds answers to those would get bliss
(WAhhhaaa.... as though every day 1 lucky guy gets nirvana.)
and then there is a dark side
You might have to answer for a straight few days if she is looking fat or not. Then all of a sudden face her wrath coz she cant fit into her some xyz dress.
You find her angry at you for a reason which you cant fathom & bear out all the after-effects of a storm. 1 bachelor friend of mine had got so frightened that he had locked himself in a room till the firing was over.
You will realize that you are the chauffeur cum porter com financier com escort cum security cum.....
Your dressing your activity schedule your free "me" time are changed. Is all change good or Change is just the only thing constant
there are other strange mood swings that the females would have. It takes a lot of caring, understanding, handling, cocooning, controlling, frustrations...... Then you realize you have to match up with strange comparisons with all the important males in their life.
And then there are the in-laws. There are so strange problems that people have with their in-laws. Even relatives create ruckus.
and there is the matter of fact types: Thats what everyone ends up doing
Dont get hyper. It may seem that i am extremely anti-females. That is far from the truth. It just some differences which makes me pluck out whatever few strands of hair left on my head.
Take for example beautification. A room if is of a bachelor then it will have plain walls or wild posters. Table lamp is perhaps the only lamp. But a female would make the room WOW just by adding
A guy would fail while a girl will convert a house to a home.
The irritating types: Dimag kyun kha ta hain. Karle le re baba karle
The poking one: Have anything better to do
Marriage are made fun of by most bachelors. I would like to add a fair number of spinsters i came across were there cracking jokes as well...
But now i am at a stage where people all around me feel i should get married.
Reasons for why i should get married are pretty interesting.
One reason is i would get a companion.
Another strange one from a senior colleague : "bache jab bigar jaate hain tab unki shaadi kara dea jaate hain" ..... errr... emmm... aaaa....eeee...ooookkkk okkk okk ok. main bigra-what-ever
An caring one; "dinner pakaya hua mile ga"
1 factual: after a couple of years or more you would require some1 within your hands reach, whom you can wake up & say call the ambulance
The place i work has a mix of married & unmarried people. The group i go for lunch with are mostly married or are about to get married.
A remark from there: movie jane ki partner mill jayega..
Another one: Restaurant er naam guloi bole jabi... khete ja kauke nea ebaar... onek to holo
There are some who give ambiguous answers. Interesting change aayege. What change???!!!?!?
Some has pacified me. I am supposed to wake up 1 fine morning & say i am getting married.
Some has point-blank told me that i have grown old enough.
Some has warned me saying if you are not financially confident that you can take care of another person then don't
There are some who warn me: bahut badal na parega
I have been unfortunate enough to be at an age where your mother firmly believes that you should get married. All your aunts support her vehemently & uncles slightly grudgingly.
I also realized this is also the time when a significant number of your friends are married. Some are living with a female partner. Did you guys read the news where Supreme Court quashed the 20 some case against Khusboo the South Indian actress. I am sorry to call all of Andhra, Tamil, Karnataka & Kerala as South Indian. I had to become immune to being called Northies.
Coming back to the topic. these friends of mine has allowed me a very close glimpse of the married life.
The first remarkable thing i noticed was that all females are extremely finicky about cleanliness. The males not used to these high standards face remarkable discomfort at the best. Typically a bachelor would wear his jeans for a month (give or take 30 days). As soon as he gets hit by a female entity he suddenly gets cleaner. His pad gets a total makeover. His expenses also get a change of direction.
I must add that the maximum that a guy can be clean i can show u atleast 100 females who can consider it the bare minimum.
There is a strange complication in this. A married colleague of mine has a set of n number of favourite bed shirts. 1 fine day he realized a few of them were in the washing machine. He had to take out one more from the cupboard & had gone down to get a pack of milk on a lazy holiday morning. When he came back he was forced to go for a bath & came out to realize that this t-shirt has also been put for washing. In the night he realized the last shirt was also in the dump for further washing. Amusing is it? Rings a bell? Well for him it was painful for him to convince his wife for another 15 mins of why he cant wear the slightly wet t-shirt. I have no clue how i would react.
Interestingly, as soon as these male friends escape from the over-see of their other half, they indulge in their old bachelor days. Same routine. Cleanliness blowing in the wind. The reason is more to be hyper than be so dirty.
an saddening remark: because that is what u r supposed to do
If you are coming at terms to the cleanliness portion then let me remind you that they add a new dimension. Neatness. How does it matter if the cloths are hanging on the cloths line for more than a day. Why must the wet towel immediately put out to dry. Why cant a shirt be left to lie on the bed for some time? Strange questions!!!??
Then again a philosophical take: a person who finds answers to those would get bliss
(WAhhhaaa.... as though every day 1 lucky guy gets nirvana.)
and then there is a dark side
You might have to answer for a straight few days if she is looking fat or not. Then all of a sudden face her wrath coz she cant fit into her some xyz dress.
You find her angry at you for a reason which you cant fathom & bear out all the after-effects of a storm. 1 bachelor friend of mine had got so frightened that he had locked himself in a room till the firing was over.
You will realize that you are the chauffeur cum porter com financier com escort cum security cum.....
Your dressing your activity schedule your free "me" time are changed. Is all change good or Change is just the only thing constant
there are other strange mood swings that the females would have. It takes a lot of caring, understanding, handling, cocooning, controlling, frustrations...... Then you realize you have to match up with strange comparisons with all the important males in their life.
And then there are the in-laws. There are so strange problems that people have with their in-laws. Even relatives create ruckus.
and there is the matter of fact types: Thats what everyone ends up doing
Dont get hyper. It may seem that i am extremely anti-females. That is far from the truth. It just some differences which makes me pluck out whatever few strands of hair left on my head.
Take for example beautification. A room if is of a bachelor then it will have plain walls or wild posters. Table lamp is perhaps the only lamp. But a female would make the room WOW just by adding
A guy would fail while a girl will convert a house to a home.
The irritating types: Dimag kyun kha ta hain. Karle le re baba karle
The poking one: Have anything better to do
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Just keep producing CARROTS
Today I am telling the truth.
I am lazy... ok I know everyone knows that.
I am unpunctual... after the first couple of meets everyone would agree to that
I am fun loving, gregarious, extrovert, bla bla bla... apparent evident whichever you choose
I am cranky... self evident
I am greedy.... errr on matters of food
I am a dreamer... most believe so
I am idealistic... some would know
I am a good listener... some would agree
I am a hypocrite........ few would agree
I have a huge ego thanks to some misplaced superiority complex even though I have nothing worth as much as I would like to believe.
If you have time then read this link where you would get a good idea of getting along me
I am as much a liar as any other person & the worst is I lie to myself. 1 more chocolate won’t do much more harm than whatz already done....
But this post is not about me...
What is it about? Well nothing actually. I have not posted anything for sometime. Those which I have written half & left.....
& today I was reading stale news of India's reaction to statement to US Ambassador & felt a terrible urge to just lock Pakistan, Afghanistan in a box & just let them march back to mid 14th century. Enough is enough.... if you can’t keep yourself clean then you should be sealed.
But then it is not necessary that everyone succeeds
Is it?
There is a saying in Bangla. Uttom chole Odhom er sathe, Sei Modhom je chole Tofaate (The Great will walk with the Lowest Lows, Itz the Middle (class) who will strive to be different)
I am a typical guy... the typical Middle, with typical middle-class thoughts, ambitions, desires etc. But unlike many I am gem of a procrastinator.
India my nation is also developing i.e. Middle. India is defined by a bulging middle class. I have picked up the attributes as a loyal resident. I have also picked up the values & etc. And I am also seriously lacking in ethics. I have also not learnt discipline.
Btw I lack grit & vision. Also I was not kidding when I was talking about lying. If I can lie to myself I can….
Before I conclude I would like you to also ponder on the following enlightenment I got...
Any PAT ON THE BACK for Pakistan is a STICK ON THE BACK for India. All US has to do....
PS: I am bit surprised that i had explain how pets are trained. Perhaps my animal side endears me to fellow animals.
Imagine a ground, a horse & a trainer. The horse would perform a trick well he would be fed a carrot. If he did not, then got a pat with the dressage.
Now imagine 2 horses... 1 trainer... & 1 whip... naaah no need to do that... all he has to do is......
I am lazy... ok I know everyone knows that.
I am unpunctual... after the first couple of meets everyone would agree to that
I am fun loving, gregarious, extrovert, bla bla bla... apparent evident whichever you choose
I am cranky... self evident
I am greedy.... errr on matters of food
I am a dreamer... most believe so
I am idealistic... some would know
I am a good listener... some would agree
I am a hypocrite........ few would agree
I have a huge ego thanks to some misplaced superiority complex even though I have nothing worth as much as I would like to believe.
If you have time then read this link where you would get a good idea of getting along me
I am as much a liar as any other person & the worst is I lie to myself. 1 more chocolate won’t do much more harm than whatz already done....
But this post is not about me...
What is it about? Well nothing actually. I have not posted anything for sometime. Those which I have written half & left.....
& today I was reading stale news of India's reaction to statement to US Ambassador & felt a terrible urge to just lock Pakistan, Afghanistan in a box & just let them march back to mid 14th century. Enough is enough.... if you can’t keep yourself clean then you should be sealed.
But then it is not necessary that everyone succeeds
Is it?
There is a saying in Bangla. Uttom chole Odhom er sathe, Sei Modhom je chole Tofaate (The Great will walk with the Lowest Lows, Itz the Middle (class) who will strive to be different)
I am a typical guy... the typical Middle, with typical middle-class thoughts, ambitions, desires etc. But unlike many I am gem of a procrastinator.
India my nation is also developing i.e. Middle. India is defined by a bulging middle class. I have picked up the attributes as a loyal resident. I have also picked up the values & etc. And I am also seriously lacking in ethics. I have also not learnt discipline.
Btw I lack grit & vision. Also I was not kidding when I was talking about lying. If I can lie to myself I can….
Before I conclude I would like you to also ponder on the following enlightenment I got...
Any PAT ON THE BACK for Pakistan is a STICK ON THE BACK for India. All US has to do....
PS: I am bit surprised that i had explain how pets are trained. Perhaps my animal side endears me to fellow animals.
Imagine a ground, a horse & a trainer. The horse would perform a trick well he would be fed a carrot. If he did not, then got a pat with the dressage.
Now imagine 2 horses... 1 trainer... & 1 whip... naaah no need to do that... all he has to do is......
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Advetising Promotion...
I recently was talking with a friend of mine on the difference between marketing, branding, promotion, & few other related jargon's.
I have been then dedicated the work of popularizing this blogspot http://www.bristi-lifeisajourney.blogspot.com/
If you can read bengali (written in un-edited english text) & looking for a cute story then go ahead.
I would advice you to start reading from the 1st post & come down to the latest one.
Please don't ask me why i am doing this. I felt that this story needs to be brought forward to the greater public.
Happy reading
PS: I would like to remind readers that though most authors take inspiration from life, all stories come with the disclaimer that any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental
I have been then dedicated the work of popularizing this blogspot http://www.bristi-lifeisajourney.blogspot.com/
If you can read bengali (written in un-edited english text) & looking for a cute story then go ahead.
I would advice you to start reading from the 1st post & come down to the latest one.
Please don't ask me why i am doing this. I felt that this story needs to be brought forward to the greater public.
Happy reading
PS: I would like to remind readers that though most authors take inspiration from life, all stories come with the disclaimer that any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental
The Digestive Me
This post is for a person.
Before introducing you to that person I have to share a part of me to you.
The genesis of this post was from a recent blog post of a friend of mine. He is proud to be a “Bong”.
I preferred to be called a “Bangali” (pronounced in the right way) vehemently objecting to when referred by “Bong”. It is a separate matter I show almost all traits of a “Bong”. At worst I would still accept that I am a badly morphed bangali than be a “Bong”.
Most Bangalis’ show the trait of being lazy. Typically we are happy being the servant class (even historically perhaps).
My laziness is shown in “extreme” when it comes to cooking.
I am a typical bangali bachelor living in an alien city
I love to eat. Infact I might go ahead to claim people eat to live & I live to eat
But I am too lazy to cook
And I have found a perfect way escape to other peoples place as self declared guests.
Surprisingly thanks to another Bangali trait of adda & bhodrota & people in general are good in heart. I am lucky enough to have so many good cooks in my life.
Not that I never cook. I did cook a sumptuous meal for myself a couple of … errr… lets skip that part.
Anyways taking cue let me introduce to you the person for whom this blog is dedicated.
Itz none other than my Digestive System
Off-late I realized that Digestive is a person on his (not being feminist. Do please remind me to get back to this point sometime later) own. & he has very conveniently after years of abuse decided to revolt.
There are good days & bad days. On days when I have to take in that substance called food at cafeteria Digestive might just feel like not working. Some friends of mine suggested it is true for all bachelors in this place I stay. Some further generalized it to all bachelors; some even went further to say all people staying alone.
Then again it works over time to take abuse for a extended period & very softly gives multiple warnings
I have rambled enough…
Before introducing you to that person I have to share a part of me to you.
The genesis of this post was from a recent blog post of a friend of mine. He is proud to be a “Bong”.
I preferred to be called a “Bangali” (pronounced in the right way) vehemently objecting to when referred by “Bong”. It is a separate matter I show almost all traits of a “Bong”. At worst I would still accept that I am a badly morphed bangali than be a “Bong”.
Most Bangalis’ show the trait of being lazy. Typically we are happy being the servant class (even historically perhaps).
My laziness is shown in “extreme” when it comes to cooking.
I am a typical bangali bachelor living in an alien city
I love to eat. Infact I might go ahead to claim people eat to live & I live to eat
But I am too lazy to cook
And I have found a perfect way escape to other peoples place as self declared guests.
Surprisingly thanks to another Bangali trait of adda & bhodrota & people in general are good in heart. I am lucky enough to have so many good cooks in my life.
Not that I never cook. I did cook a sumptuous meal for myself a couple of … errr… lets skip that part.
Anyways taking cue let me introduce to you the person for whom this blog is dedicated.
Itz none other than my Digestive System
Off-late I realized that Digestive is a person on his (not being feminist. Do please remind me to get back to this point sometime later) own. & he has very conveniently after years of abuse decided to revolt.
There are good days & bad days. On days when I have to take in that substance called food at cafeteria Digestive might just feel like not working. Some friends of mine suggested it is true for all bachelors in this place I stay. Some further generalized it to all bachelors; some even went further to say all people staying alone.
Then again it works over time to take abuse for a extended period & very softly gives multiple warnings
I have rambled enough…
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Art of Shopping
I recently came across the following statement
A man gives $2 for a $1 object that he needs
A woman bargains (& gets) $1 for a $2 object which she doesn’t need
Obviously the statement originated from a woman-bashing male.
This post is not on the compulsive shopping behaviour that women show in general. No I don't have any tips on how to shop online or otherwise.
Over time I have noticed some things about shopping & I wanted to pen them down
Guys typically shop in acute necessity. Else they are perfectly happy wearing a comfortable shirt which has not been washed for some-time & long forgotten when & where it was born.
A girl will be able to tell you which are the other dresses she had picked up, tried & finally selected none from the lot.
A guy is happiest when he is comparing 2 gadgets which he has already researched long over net. He has already made up his mind that he is buying the gadget that day.
A girl would check out the object over net. Observe it physically & be perfectly happy in front of the mirror checking it out for an hour before finalizing that the object concerned is not actually a requirement
A guy listens to the price once. If it is not completely outrageous then he would pull out his wallet to pay for it.
A girl would bargain peacefully for 15mins even when she knows the price that has been quoted is the minimum.
A guy given the choice would keep wearing the black, white, grey or blue that he has been wearing for a long time unless he is made to buy (obviously by some well-wishing female in his life) or wear some other colour.
A girl would have atleast all the colours of the rainbow in her wardrobe & some.
A guy would never notice the tears in his clothes until someone points them out & blissfully forget them as soon as he takes it off.
A girl will not have a crease out of place in her attire.
A guy might have dust coated over his gadgets (eg speakers) when he has newer stuff to cloud his mind
A girl will carefully preserve the wrapping paper the object was brought in
A guy would finish his shopping in flat 15mins if he has anything to buy
A girl would take 15days to figure out what she wants to buy
A guy would not be spotted in a mall until he is dragged there to shop (by some well meaning female) or in guys group to watch the babes
A girl would be in a mall because she just wants to be there
A guy would buy a pair of jeans if it fits him & he likes the colour (possible he already has one identical)
A girl would figure out the current fashion & what she already has & what she can pair it with & where she can wear it &…
Accessories for a guy are something which he requires. Mobile, wallet, belt, wrist-watch & he is good to go.
Accessories for a girl…
Ok! I have been generalizing... a bit too much perhaps.
But I think most would agree that shopping for a guy is something that he does out of acute necessity & not by choice while a girl would be perfectly happy spending hours browsing through malls on consecutive days
This post is dedicated to all the females who have successfully bettered the wardrobes, environment & lives of guys along with theirs.
Those who complain that girls spend unnecessarily spend money please note they save money on other unnecessary expenses to sponsor their shopping sprees.
Also thank you ladies for keeping the flow of money in the system ensuring that the markets reach new highs & volumes.
A man gives $2 for a $1 object that he needs
A woman bargains (& gets) $1 for a $2 object which she doesn’t need
Obviously the statement originated from a woman-bashing male.
This post is not on the compulsive shopping behaviour that women show in general. No I don't have any tips on how to shop online or otherwise.
Over time I have noticed some things about shopping & I wanted to pen them down
Guys typically shop in acute necessity. Else they are perfectly happy wearing a comfortable shirt which has not been washed for some-time & long forgotten when & where it was born.
A girl will be able to tell you which are the other dresses she had picked up, tried & finally selected none from the lot.
A guy is happiest when he is comparing 2 gadgets which he has already researched long over net. He has already made up his mind that he is buying the gadget that day.
A girl would check out the object over net. Observe it physically & be perfectly happy in front of the mirror checking it out for an hour before finalizing that the object concerned is not actually a requirement
A guy listens to the price once. If it is not completely outrageous then he would pull out his wallet to pay for it.
A girl would bargain peacefully for 15mins even when she knows the price that has been quoted is the minimum.
A guy given the choice would keep wearing the black, white, grey or blue that he has been wearing for a long time unless he is made to buy (obviously by some well-wishing female in his life) or wear some other colour.
A girl would have atleast all the colours of the rainbow in her wardrobe & some.
A guy would never notice the tears in his clothes until someone points them out & blissfully forget them as soon as he takes it off.
A girl will not have a crease out of place in her attire.
A guy might have dust coated over his gadgets (eg speakers) when he has newer stuff to cloud his mind
A girl will carefully preserve the wrapping paper the object was brought in
A guy would finish his shopping in flat 15mins if he has anything to buy
A girl would take 15days to figure out what she wants to buy
A guy would not be spotted in a mall until he is dragged there to shop (by some well meaning female) or in guys group to watch the babes
A girl would be in a mall because she just wants to be there
A guy would buy a pair of jeans if it fits him & he likes the colour (possible he already has one identical)
A girl would figure out the current fashion & what she already has & what she can pair it with & where she can wear it &…
Accessories for a guy are something which he requires. Mobile, wallet, belt, wrist-watch & he is good to go.
Accessories for a girl…
Ok! I have been generalizing... a bit too much perhaps.
But I think most would agree that shopping for a guy is something that he does out of acute necessity & not by choice while a girl would be perfectly happy spending hours browsing through malls on consecutive days
This post is dedicated to all the females who have successfully bettered the wardrobes, environment & lives of guys along with theirs.
Those who complain that girls spend unnecessarily spend money please note they save money on other unnecessary expenses to sponsor their shopping sprees.
Also thank you ladies for keeping the flow of money in the system ensuring that the markets reach new highs & volumes.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Extremes
The dictionary meaning of the word Extreme when used as an adjective is "utmost or exceedingly great in degree". As a noun it perhaps signifies "one of two things as remote or different from each other as possible". As a statistician (i like to say i am a still a statistician even though i never use statistics in any sphere of life) i perhaps like the adjective use, as in "farthest from the center or middle; outermost; endmost" (depicts pictures of scatter plot with something called "outliers")
[a standing question (if i take the right meaning of liers) then "out-liers" are what?]
But this post is not about the word extreme. I have typically set the reader in a completely boring off-track.
Point is, those who have a hint of the life that i lead, often comments that i live my life on the "extremes".
Yes i do.
"1 trip a month at any cost" is what I have maintained for every month of this year. In-fact i started it at the fag end of last year.
If you are impatient enough to try & make sense of this post, the morale is that there is a cost to everything.
And this living life on the extremes puts extreme pressure on my bank account. (it sadly stays nearly empty by the 10th of any month)
It also puts extreme bloat in my pending credit-card bills. (why am i not perturbed)
Take for example....
1. This weekend i am going to Delhi
2. Next weekend a friend of mine is coming down from Mumbai
3. The weekend after that i expect 3 friends of mine to come down from B'angy
4. The weekend after that i am supposed 2 throw a housewarming party
5. The weekend after that i am supposed 2 land up in B'angy
6. The weekend after that i i have no idea of what i am doing (perhaps entertaining my next-door-neighbour [can't stop myself from doing the Indian English bit])
7. The weekend after that land up in Goa
8. The next 2 weekends are yet to be planned
9. And then the Puja weekend starts
[I must say it is EXTREME]
Please note i have stuck to my 1-trip-a-month schedule [even though it is going to EXTREMELY inflate my credit-card pending...] & contributed to the revival of the Indian Economy & the Global Economy.
Why this post?
I wanted to share... Perhaps make you jealous... Or perhaps to just let someone know... or want to say i need financial counseling...
Am i really lonely in Hyderabad or am i lonely
[a standing question (if i take the right meaning of liers) then "out-liers" are what?]
But this post is not about the word extreme. I have typically set the reader in a completely boring off-track.
Point is, those who have a hint of the life that i lead, often comments that i live my life on the "extremes".
Yes i do.
"1 trip a month at any cost" is what I have maintained for every month of this year. In-fact i started it at the fag end of last year.
If you are impatient enough to try & make sense of this post, the morale is that there is a cost to everything.
And this living life on the extremes puts extreme pressure on my bank account. (it sadly stays nearly empty by the 10th of any month)
It also puts extreme bloat in my pending credit-card bills. (why am i not perturbed)
Take for example....
1. This weekend i am going to Delhi
2. Next weekend a friend of mine is coming down from Mumbai
3. The weekend after that i expect 3 friends of mine to come down from B'angy
4. The weekend after that i am supposed 2 throw a housewarming party
5. The weekend after that i am supposed 2 land up in B'angy
6. The weekend after that i i have no idea of what i am doing (perhaps entertaining my next-door-neighbour [can't stop myself from doing the Indian English bit])
7. The weekend after that land up in Goa
8. The next 2 weekends are yet to be planned
9. And then the Puja weekend starts
[I must say it is EXTREME]
Please note i have stuck to my 1-trip-a-month schedule [even though it is going to EXTREMELY inflate my credit-card pending...] & contributed to the revival of the Indian Economy & the Global Economy.
Why this post?
I wanted to share... Perhaps make you jealous... Or perhaps to just let someone know... or want to say i need financial counseling...
Am i really lonely in Hyderabad or am i lonely
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