Tuesday, March 25

No-sense apology

'For If I were to die today
God let this place be my roof
With the carpet of cloud beneath my feet
and the riveting sky beyond my eye
God, let my soul fly in
cause I want to cry
tears of remorse
-at words unspoken
-actions undone
-smiles taken away
-laughter mocked thy way
-Pretending to be yours forever to stay
when I wasn't even mine together each day
-remembering every detail of tiding the bay
-charming every evil and prince's alike as my play
When I knew it wouldn't last
So let me pay
throughout my life
they may: castigate, reprimand,
I redress, obey
So help me God to stay in this alcove of serenity's
To find a way before I castigate my sin
To another day or at least pray...


I am yet to understand what I have just written... my fingers flew over the keyboard to form these words... Don't know how to make a coherent text out of this interplay...

Friday, February 29

Hair today, gone with the snips

I completely hate going to a salon... I mean simply hate it...
Well why?
I'd not be completely correct if I say its only because I am not to fussy about my looks, or I prefer my natural beauty.. I don't believe in chemical or artificial beauty... All This do form a major part of my reasoning... I sincerely do believe that salon's are for grooming... One doesn't need a makeover... But then that means for personal grooming like a haircut, or a manicure blah blah things you do need to visit a salon, then why do I hate it so much?

Well I agree all women are fixated with the salon.. Give them the freedom and they'd spend half a day every week there, or so it is said; but do you know its not because they think that a weekly salon trip would improve their looks, it is because of the clever marketing ploy used by the Salon staff...

I hate marketing?
What?!
No!!
I don't hate a salon cause they market what they went to sell, everybody wants marketing, but I don't like what their marketing strategies do to a females ego... Trust me, even the most self confident female, who knows she is beautiful, or a female like me who gives pennies to her looks, and cares little when people put in their two bits about the face, because its the person that matters, have a second thought...
Guys who are reading this, it is not funny...!!!

I'll tell you how this thing works... What happens is that you go into a salon for lets say a haircut, and that to just for a trim.. You see the others getting too much done, someone on the face, or hands, others, many, all... Then and there itself your defenses meet 'waxed' floors... They start slipping...
Then you are taken for your hair wash ( Mind you a 'proper' salon always thinks you have lived your life as a rowdy youngster or a hippie and you can't wash your hair properly, hence even if you have washed it that morning, they'll redo it.) The first question is, "Mam which shampoo do you use..?" You say the one you do... "Tch tch Tch... " **looking extremely displeased** "What happened??" you make a mistake of asking, "Mam, it just doesn't suit your hair, its not your type only... It will make your hair dryer.." "oho" , "You should use this, followed by this conditioner, in the way I am going to wash your hair..."
The damage is done... Oh God! I have been damaging my hair? But I don't think its bad but they treat the best hairs, so they know better, or do they?
Next comes the hair cut... Mam which style do you want? You suggest that new look you were dying to get or say you want a simple trim... That my friend is the biggest sacrilege... "Well you know mam, that style has been out for years" "you have a longish face and since your features are not very sharp why don't you take this? at least that will bring some getup to your face..."
He starts snipping
"Mam why don't you take care of your skin? Look at the area around your lips, they are darkly tanned? even your boyfriend will wonder!!" and you go HUH! what?
Seeing you speechless at his audacity to suggest that, he works his charm (read sales trick) in... We have this amazing herbal facial comprising of aloe, sandal etc, they will leave your skin peaches cream in a very short while, and then you'd become the temptress..."

Oh o, the 'waxed' floor was already slippery, you had started slipping, and now you are precariously balancing your feet...

"Mam we have a very new shade in hair color touch up your hair with them, your hair would become very smooth, and silky, it would shine like Kajols..."

"Mam your nails are yellowing!!" Hello my nails are painted red!! " that's what mam, use if nail polish will cause your nails to suffocate with the lack of oxygen and start yellowing, and we have this very nice aroma therapy manicure, that would defoliate your tired palms, and make them soft like a babies, tr it mam, you deserve it."

"Mam with all the treatment you have done, why leave the part which carries your burden the most , your feet, unpampered? Mam they deserve your care, you'll deserve the cracks and then how will you walk?"

We think, Oh God! have I been that negligent? **looking around** every female is getting something done, sheesh!!! am I being tricked b battering of my self respect and ego? or is it true? I think true, its such a huge salon, it doesn't need my money, they treat the celebs so they know best... might as well....

So the ladies end up spending half their days, and well their earnings or ahem the better(richer) half's bank balance, to yet another month when they'd encounter a new split end to trim...

Sunday, February 24

Writers Block!!

Well the title suggests that I take myself to be a writer, though some times I doubt that fact by large...
Why?
Typical question from my friends when I finally conclude my thoughts (but I dont get irritated I love it, as it gives me another chance to think.)
Well...solely because:
1) I don't think I have very great vocabulary- my use of words are limited, and I cant find better words to express my thoughts,
2) Gift of expression- the flamboyance to easily understate the emotions, to play with thoughts, to create lasting images are truly not my forte...
3) Creativity and me don't match- One force you have to reckon with when u sit to write something is gremlin of an idea, for that u need to be inspired or conceptualise, to race that broad winger horses in your head.. And well I dont have horses in my head :)
4) Sense of humour- Well no explanations needed here, everybody knows I am a seriously serious person, with a bad or non-existent funny bone.

Only thing which proves I am a writer, is this block I have which prevents me from writing anything bearing a semblance to a line... Hence am on a undesired extended vacation :)


Try and Miss me ;-)

Monday, February 18

Can't be your valentine

Don't care for me so much,
I might get used to it...

Don't come so close to me,
I might not be able to
Detach
from
it

Don't put so much faith in me,
I might not be able to handle it...

Don't be a part of my life,
I won't be able to live without it

Don't make me fall for you,
I may not be able to get up after it

Don't come into my life,
If you have to
L
E
A
V
E
One day

Don't give me hope,
That its forever to stay...

Cause love is an emotion;
I ain't know how to hide..
When it won't be reciprocated,
It will hurt deep inside..

Don't start something,
I wont be able to end

Don't make me believe
That you can be more than a friend...

Cause at the end of it
I don't want to hear you say,
" I am sorry, but I never felt the same..."