Saturday, September 19, 2009

Who’s in your dream tonight?

  1. The charismatic cashier from the cafeteria
  2. Someone who sometimes fills you with strains of revulsion
  3. A gorgeous and much-married celebrity
  4. The stunning teacher who taught your class for just 6 days
  5. Some magnetic character out of an arresting fiction
  6. A long lost love
  7. An intimate (but platonic) friend
  8. The domestic help
  9. A total stranger


So who visited you last night?

Irrespective of who did…your reactions after waking up are more interesting than the dream itself.

How did the dream leave you feeling?


Did you feel...


Mmm…nice dream...could have lasted a little longer (wistful)…


or…


Bless my stars…it was only a dream (livid and then relieved)…


or…


You couldn’t have waited a little longer? (silently shouting at the alarm) I was about to snow skate with whoever-visited-you-that-night (indignant and enraged)…


or…


So you’ve managed to invade my dreams? Nice move! (impressed and applauding)...


or…


It wasn’t a romantic dream…then why do I feel that way? (confused)...


or…


Man! Never knew I’d dream about whoever-it-was (shocked...pleasantly?)...


or…


Are you left feeling distraught...wishing it was true…wishing you haven’t had the dream...wishing you were dead (devastated and shattered)…



If you are one of those people who cannot recall their dreams (don’t say you don’t have dreams…of course you do…you're just unable to remember them) then you are missing a lot…I feel sorry for you…dreams are like free movies (all genres) resplendent with life...which thrill you at night while resting and the best part is that you often get to star in these.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Advice gratis

Today at first I shall share an incident that had happened long, long ago…at a time that seems like ancient history to me now.

A dear friend of mine was insanely in love (or so she thought) with a ‘wine’ type of guy. (Read “Types of men” to know what a ‘wine’ type of guy is)


One fine day…
My friend: Do you think he likes me?
Me: I don’t know…it’s really hard to tell.
( I actually thought that the guy wasn’t even remotely interested in her but saying that in her face was not very appropriate…honestly I took him to be her passing fancy…turns out I was wrong…very wrong.)

A month later…
My friend: Introduce me to him.
Me: What? But how would I do it? I don’t know him myself.
My friend: You have to find out a way.
Me: All right. I’ll try. But I hear that this guy is a serial heart breaker.
My friend: Stop it...I won’t hear anything against him. Just do this for me as a favour.

I used my reliable connections but could not arrange an episode of casual introduction.
Me: I’m sorry…I can’t pull this off without making you look desperate.
My friend: I don’t care…just give him a hint or something like that.

I used my reliable connections again and got to know that I had been right all along. This guy was not interested in my friend but he wouldn’t mind adding one more ‘victim’ to his list. So that explains his sending silent misleading signals to my friend.

My friend: What did he say?
(I had a long chat with her and told her that this guy was leading her into a trap.)

A month of depression…

2 months later…
My friend: I’m going to tell him about my feelings.
Me: What??? Don’t!

After an hour of the most intensive and grueling session of bargaining we decided that she would mail him instead of telling him on the way to school.

[Pointers…she meant to tell him about her feelings during the rush hour near Swinhoe street…when the rest of the school would be there as well (on their way to school). You would realise how important it was to prevent her from making an ugly scene in front of almost the whole world…in the school days school happens to be the world for us…most of us.]

So after 2 more hours…
My friend: Listen to this… This is the exact mail that I’m going to send him.
[I sadly listened to her rantings.]
Me: Ok…

Next day…
My friend: (sobbing vehemently) He replied that… (some very cruel and utterly humiliating words which I would not repeat here.)

I started to bash him up and told her how she deserved a much better guy and all those clichéd consolations which never work…but after sometime had nothing to do but lend my shoulders for her to cry on.


This was a random example. The advice does not necessarily have to be along similar lines. It can be advice about love life, about career, about which haircut to sport, about which present to gift, about which storybook to read next, about how to kill (never happened to me…just suggesting)…

You must have come across such situations too. People ask for your advice and seemingly your (fully solicited) advice is panacea to them.

In the beginning (sorry for lifting the opening line of the Bible) it felt great to know you can help someone out. But now each time someone asks me to advise them I feel wary. The truth is that they are asking for your opinion and not advice. And don’t feel hurt and responsible when you see a loved one ignoring your advice and choosing their doom. You had never been given the power to protect them or to guide them to serendipity…accept it.

So do they not value you at all?

No! You have a very important role to play…read on…

Few days back I was asking for some trivial advice (yet of supreme importance to me) from ma.

Me: Ma, should I wear the beige outfit or the royal blue outfit?

Case 1-

Ma: The beige one.

My reaction: No…why didn’t she select the blue one…

Case 2-

Ma: The blue one.

My reaction: Good! So that settles it.

In my subconscious I was all along aware of which dress I wanted to wear.

Ma’s advice helped me to get in touch with my own wish.

The reins of our lives are always in our hands. Nobody is that confused (ever) that they would need to employ the service of another person to figure a way out of any dilemma.

At the end of the day people will believe what they want to believe, people will do what they want to do… When someone asks for advice our real job is to help them find out what they want to do.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Have you ever noticed?

Have you ever noticed how the same action carried out by different people can elicit entirely opposite reactions in us?

Imagine 2 men…t1 and t2…t1 is someone you dislike…(nope “dislike” won’t serve the purpose…it calls for a stronger word)…t1 is someone you despise and t2 is someone you admire (to be precise you are romantically interested in him).

So the situation is- t1 you abhor…t2 you adore (surprisingly they rhyme!)

Now this is how they would make you feel.


When t1 copies your way of talking- You are annoyed (very).
When t2 talks like you- He mirrors you…you two are meant to be together.


When t1 changes himself to please you- He has no self respect whatsoever.
When t2 moulds himself to suit your taste- He is so accommodating.


When t1 displays a trait absent in you- You always knew you two are poles apart.
When t2 does the same- You always knew opposites attract.


When t1 makes a clever joke- He must have heard it somewhere and is repeating it with a stupid expression that is killing the fun.
When t2 tells a stupid joke- You laugh heartily just to see the twinkle in his eyes.


When t1 hits the gym- He is a confirmed narcissist.
When t2 tones up- You develop a thing for brawn.


When t1 grows fat- What a slop!
When t2 grows fat- You suddenly start to think cuddly is cute. (I know it’s a bit hard to believe but it's true.)


When Bejan Daruwalla says t1 and you would make a great couple- You are in the 21st century and hence you trash astrology in a jiffy.
When he says t2 and you make a great pair-A coy smile…matches are always made in heaven.


When t1 calls you up 2am in the morning- How inappropriate! You may not even answer the call.
When t2 does the same- You take a couple of seconds to calm your racing heart and then take the call.


When t1 says you look great in a sari- You show up wearing a short skirt the next day.
When t2 compliments you in a sari- From now on you will wear a sari as often as possible.


When you catch t1 staring at you- How dare he? You’ll punch him…no…no touching…you’ll hit him with a stick.
When you catch t2 staring at you furtively- You feel the blood rush up to your cheeks… you feel self conscious…“jaadu hai nasha hai” starts playing in the background.
(“Dekhti hai jis tarah se teri nazrein mujhe
Main khud ko chupaao kahan
…”
-these exact lines. Haven’t heard the song? You should…it’s a beautiful song.)


When t1 stares at someone else- You heave a big sigh of relief.
When t2 does the same- Sleepless nights and soggy pillow.


When t1 commits a spelling error- How can one be so clumsy?
When t2 does so- Well...this one still irritates you a bit.


Note: Always t1 and t2 have a tendency to be singleton sets…t1 can be a null set too. And by the way, t1 and t2 are essentially disjoint sets…transition from one to the other is NOT at all possible. There are other sets (t3,t4…tn) like friends, good friends, best friend (whom you do NOT have a secret crush on…else he belongs to the intersection with set t2), acquaintances, teachers, relatives, strangers, et al.

Women (and men as well) appreciate improvements almost always. This post does not encourage men to stop bringing about positive changes in themselves…it just emphasizes the futility of doing so in the event of a man’s belonging to set t1 or set t2.

I have written this post after conducting an elaborate research on the whimsical behaviour of women …I however was not a part of the sample set. (I’m totally aware of the fact that this is not a courtroom and hence you cannot hold me guilty of perjury.)

Saturday, September 5, 2009

5 things I hate about myself:

1. That my handwriting is not beautiful…it definitely is legible but the number of times I’ve looked longingly at the perfect handwriting of certain people around me is uncountable.

(Thank You God…at least I can write.)


2. That I’m not physically strong…not that I would like to punch anyone in the face (or in any other place) but I’d most certainly have liked to have had the assurance that I could if I had wanted to.

(Thank You God…I never really needed to hit anyone.)


3. That I cannot sing…one of the fondest memories of my childhood is that of my mum (mother’s sister) putting me to sleep on her lap effortlessly singing lullabies in her delightful voice. I’ve a little nephew now and it pains me to realise that I could never pass on the much cherished experience to him.

(Thank You God…I can talk.)


4. That I have motion sickness…I often feel sick (and throw up too) during long rides (sometimes during short ones too) which others seem to enjoy a lot (the rides, not my misery).

(Sorry God…can’t thank You…innumerable trips (regular and fun) have been ruined because of this problem.)


5. That I’ve written down the things I hate about myself but am incapable of writing down the things I loathe about myself.

(Let’s keep the poor overworked Fellow out of this.)