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Thoughful Thursday Trinklets 4…

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There’s so much to write but then this is the only thing that seems apt for today’s post.

My sister’s friend in Zurich (to me) : OMG… look at that wonderful tan you’ve got!! I refuse to believe is natural, you HAVE to tell me which parlor you visited.

I glow and I beam, I love my tan myself, it makes me look more sporty I feel .. errr for further comments contact Y please ;p … am sticking to modesty here.
My friend’s sister on the Indian shores: OMG S, look how dark you’ve become. Switzerland was supposed to make you fair like milk and cream … tsk tsk… I suggest you go to &*&^ Salon and take their fairness treatment, it’s really good you know! .

This fairness frenzy has always been beyond me. I have always spoken up strongly at forums criticizing dark skin color and have been hushed up saying that my fair skin makes me oblivious to the problems faced in real life. People including family, find it strange that I have never been attracted to fair guys and my recent spat take on the new ‘Max Fair and Lovely’ adv. apparently broke the heart of one of my male cousins!
It irks me, when such pity things as the melanin content in your skin becomes the deciding factor and literate minds take biased stand (they are literate minds not educated for I hold both of them on different footings)!
Had written this long time ago, after reading the Sunday matrimonial section of a regional paper… it so seems to fit now too:
The mother sipped her cup of the freshly brewed tea,
The aroma of the biscuits and the freshly delivered newspaper hung in the air heavily.
The father sat there with a pencil and a pad,
Eager to accomplish the most desirable feat by any dad.
Tons of proposals, the matrimonial supplement was flooded,
In small boxes, black prints, the entire marriageable population seemed hurdled.
But then again not all would do for their loving girl,
Educated, charming, pretty she stood there with lovely curls.
One look at her and a stare back at the circled boxes, the father sighed,
She was fit for them all but then wouldn’t be the desired fair bride.
After decades of uptan and tubes of those lovely fairness creams,
She just couldn’t be the lady of their dreams!
She stood there in front of the mirror gazing at her own face,
An opened email read out in Shakespearean words her bronzer tone and grace.
She wondered if it was just another mail that would cease with time,
After all her mother always said that dark beauties were worth nothing but a dime!

Just Another Post

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How many times today since morning have you wondered what to post?

How many times today you have thought about a perfect Monday theme/post and then changed your mind to post something else?

How many times today you wished you had scheduled a post last night?

How many times did u take time off work coz you know it’s Monday and people will post?

How many times today has Blogspace made you smile and forget that it’s a mundane morning?

My answer to the above – loads of times, once even cracked up during meeting checking comments on my PDA (if you tell my boss I’ll kill ya!) …. Mondays are no longer Mundane now and surprisingly I like the colour Blue too ;)

O My Sleeping Child….

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Stroking your hair watching you sleep,
Feeling your snuggle near my heart,
A lump forms near my throat,
Leaving me bewildered from where to start.

A new morning awaits you,
Filled with life and zest,
But tonight I want the moon to shine long,
As I talk to you about not living life in haste.

I want you to scale new heights my child,
Just like all mothers do,
But let the heights be not interpreted to mean summits,
For your carefree childhood years are few.

I want you to sail across life, amidst sweet winds,
I want you to travel across the globe to discover the wonders that are in store,
But let the travel not be alone in a quest to record a sail,
For then it becomes an imprudent rush to settle a score.

I want you to excel in what you love,
I want you to follow your heart,
But then again I want you to enjoy the blessings of childhood,
And not lose little joys and innocence in the pretext of an ‘early start’.

If at 16 you are not old enough to vote, marry or drive,
I also know that you are not suitable for low-oxygen hardships, courtroom drama or sponsor appeal,
For the teenage is the age when you should laugh run and yes have the first brush of ‘crush’
Not sloth away blogging at the mid sea, battling depression and being a part of the media reel!

I hold that true even if you read Well’s at the age of six,
For at 14 you should be into Harry Potter and not debate on micro physics
I know the peer pressure is huge and the competition large,
But then shouldn’t you remain ignorant for a little while more before learning to decipher life’s tricks?

I want to discover more scrapped knees and lasting mad mud-football sprees
I want to probe into that blush of the cheeks and that ‘you are grounded’ stage,
I want to think about fun summer camps and peppy adolescent talks,
I just want you to remain a child till you are allowed by your age.

There’s a lot of time my child for you to make headlines,
There are a lot of moments left to discover the thrill of achieving milestone days,
Let your world now be filled with fun maths, summer treks and leisure trails,
For what’s the haste you would grow up anyways to be absorbed into the mad rat race!

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I had promised to myself to keep my blog as light and funny as possible on Friday, after being told so sometime back that it sets the mood for the weekend, but then the Hindu Editorial and the prodigy child news somewhere led me to think whether in the rush of creating news we are robbing our kids of the childhood fun and as kids affect me the most, I couldn’t help the above muse!

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The title of the post is one of my old MLTR favs :D

Thursday Torments…

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The Zit-In-Charge,
City of Evil Eyes,
Never to be visited land
Shani World
Dear Zitty,

I am writing this mail to you after a lot of thought. Yes, in fact today morning as I woke up and stared at the mirror I truly contemplated whether I should write such a letter in public to you. But then when the numerous occasions when you have put me in a jeopardizing position in public flashed before my eyes, goodness flew out of the window and I decided to type.
I really don’t know what you have against me. I cannot recall doing anything to you or your fellow mates in childhood. I remember being scared of you when you visited Didi’s face and have never taken any panga with you – I have always remained non chalently neutral to the best of my knowledge. Then why did you fall in love with me as a teenager and refuse to call it quits when the movie ’13 going on 30’ also has been taken off from my shelf?
I don’t know what has made you fall in love with me so bad that you refuse to leave my side for a considerable period of time and let the pores of my skin bask in the glory of your absence. I have done everything I could to ward you off, but defeated I decided to have a word with you directly.
My love affair with you is worse than mine with Y’s. Yea, don’t laugh, you cling on to me when I don’t need you and Y doesn’t even when I do! (Though I fail to recall a time when I needed you!) You seem to make appearances knowing precisely the times I dread those very sights?
Are they a result of those girls who are jealous of me looking prettier than them at the wedding that they do tantra mantra and call you or is there a special temple where the parlour girls offer prayers during a dry spell? There are so many questions that seem to lurk large today and I dunno where to start from.
Na na don’t speak in your defense about my less water intake or fondness for junk food, for I have evidence with me to prove that even if I regularly drown a well and stick to daal chawal diet (which I do) you wont be pleased.
Don’t you dare open your mouth about oily skin or super oil secreting T-zone pores or dandruff on my scalp. I don’t know what percentage of commission is offered to your by the parlour, but all I know that by now the contribution from my pocket can earn you a house in this city!
Stress did you say, well then thank you for adding to it and bringing on more of your peers! Well you know what am not against a picnic but then why my face and err… lets not get into other areas of the body!
If you think that it’s my loving touch and beckons you to linger on then am sorry to point out that I have no interest in doing that and that you play the mastermind here. To say if I do touch you, you blame your extended visit on the touch and if I don’t then blame my ignorance.
Have really tried to take care of my skin, if you turned your head on the other side to mutter something against that! Have tried all new face washes, pens and oils that have ever been invented on the face of earth. This has only led me to believe that you have a setting with pharma industries that if they really manufacture something to prevent you, they’ll slowly go out of business!
Further, as a thought, it’s not really pleasant to goto sleep with someone or even alone with some yucky creams applied on ‘spots’ which after sometime get rubbed into the pillow anyways when somebody sleeps my style!
If you mean make-up and cosmetics are the real evil, I would have given you the benefit of doubt had you appeared the following morning each time I dressed up and forgot to take make up off at night. But am still searching for answers when you appear on those days when for a long (read that as loooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnng) stretch of time all I have applied is kajal and my rose powder!
Yes, like everyone I admit I like attention, but then darling while giving a ppt I would like that attention to be given to the screen instead of you protruding on my forehead. Similarly while shopping for perfumes, I would like sales girls to pamper me with new fragrances, instead of recommending pimple free cream after each little fragrance trial. Attention courtesy you is something more dreadful than enjoyable darling, get it as a fact But then my pain is your glory and hence this earnest appeal.
This is no show cause, because I know there’s little answer you can provide to all that I have pointed out above. I don’t wanna initiate any legal proceedings of harassment against you (mainly coz I don’t now whom to name as the defendant). I just want a plain simple out of court resolution.
You tell me what you want from me, and we’ll find a solution (even offer you something in return to get you off my ass – literally and metamorphic ally!) and then part ways never to meet again (much to my delight and you dismay, but don’t worry I am sure you’ll live through this!). And yes don’t worry about losing a ‘picnic area’ I have loads in stock to refer you to. Just spare me, will you?
Waiting for your answer tonight in sleep. If yes, kindly make this zit on the upper lip disappear which accounts for a painful half smile and makes people think that I am purposely giving them a fake half smile!
Love
Victim of your love – S