Busy Zhizzi

I am back..and finally home.. its been such a busy day.. well a manic Monday...Only thing looking fwd to is some highlights of CWG. Saw the wonderful opening ceremony last night. Well i can forgive everybody for the shoddy run up to the games after that. Except for one MR Kalmadi. He needs to give my Income Tax money back. On the brighter side even the world media was all praise for the Commonwealth Games Opening Ceremony. OK Cheers to that go India Go.Guys please try and go to at least one event if you are in or around Delhi lets support our country for once and if u cant then lets tweet,blog do whatever we can to support it. Even staying away from the CWG blue lane helps, pool cars whatever you can.

Caught a bit of Bigg Boss too looking forward to more drama tonite and every night :). Although i hear Bunty chor is already out. so there goes the suspense.

Also it happens that i am an avid reader and a compulsive blogger.. so some of my friends read my blog the other day "Long and Short of it.." and ended up recommending me a book.

Yes it is called "Things better than Boobs". OK all men from the day they are born have a fascination for the female Breasts but no most men don't go around ogling at them barring some perverts and I am not one them. The post was supposed to be an observation on the modern Indian Women and in a good way and more will follow when something like that crosses my mind. Also I think the title of the book sounds funny and i suppose this will be one funny book. Already i can think of  things better than boobs(read sex) like Good food, wine, Video Games, Nice intelligent conversation with a smart intelligent woman and finally what everyman likes to do.. sleep :-).


And here is the joke of the day from my friend Ms X:

A teacher was helping her student with a math problem. She recited
 the following story : 
 
 "There are three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter shoots one of
 the birds. How many birds are left on the wire?"
 
 The boy pauses. 
 
 "None," he replied thoughtfully. 
 
 "No, no, no. Let's try again," the teacher says patiently.
 
 She holds up three fingers. 
 
 "There are three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter shoots one,"
 she puts down one finger, "how many birds are left on the wire?"
 
 "None," the boy says with authority. 
 
 The teacher sighs.
 
 "Tell me how you came up with that."
 
 "It's simple," says the boy, "after the hunter shot one bird, he
 scared the other two away."
 
 "Well," she says, "it's not technically correct, but I like the
 way you think."
 
 "Okay," chimes the boy, "now let me ask you a question. There are
 three women sitting on a bench eating Popsicle's. One woman is
 licking the Popsicle, one woman is biting the Popsicle, and one is
 sucking the Popsicle. Which one is married?" he asked innocently.
 
 The teacher looked at the boy's angelic face and writhed in agony,
 turning three shades of red.
 
 "C'mon," the boy said impatiently, "one is licking the Popsicle,
 one is biting, and one is sucking. Which one is married?"
 
 "Well," she gulped and in a barely audible whisper replied, "the
 one who's sucking?"
 
 "No," he says with surprise, "the one with the wedding ring on.
 But I like the way you think."

PS: Women talk much naughtier and dirtier stuff than men do but blame men for thinking about nothing but sex all the time.hmmmm...

Long and Short of it..

Today I decided to give my car a break( yes I also worry about the environment and my petrol money too ;-) ) and take the Metro to Gurgaon. Had already planned to meet up with some aaa.... rather 2 of my closest friends or rather girl friends.

I reached the station and was amazed to see the  first compartment reserved for women in the metro. Even the platform had nice pink markers with flowers on it marking the spot where the first compartment would stop and telling you that that place was reserved for women(though they looked more link adverts for breast cancer or maybe i have had an overdose of those adverts and cervical cancer adverts but maybe that is another story another day). As the train arrived i still saw some men sitting in them.. oh well so much for India but since it was the first day maybe they dint know or they dint really care. anyhow i climbed on and the train was acceptable Not much like what i had heard of being overcrowded.. but yes the lack of fairer sex in my compartment was striking. finally soon i reached the MG road metro station and climbed down waiting for my friends.. All i see around me is a sea of women with short er... shorter clothes..

Women of all ages 12- 60, shapes slime to fat, sizes small to tall . just women and women. single women, group of women, couples just women.... with short..shorter clothes and oodles of skin ...shorts, mini skirts, really short shorts, small tops, dresses which were soooo small that i cant describe here in my own words cause they might be unacceptable to people. No no I'm no ogler or any kind pr pervert but if u think this is about sex then you bet it is but not the kinds of bees and birds..this is about the modern bold women in modern cosmopolitan India rather upmarket places like Gurgaon and posh areas of Delhi like GK. Couple of women pass by both in early 30's and one wearing a as my friend later told me was a spaghetti top ( why do women have clothes named after food? do they want men to eat them or what?). okay! this women was well endowed and stuff popping out of everywhere.. yes might be feast to some eyes but was yuk to me.. why cant some people do stuff in style? but she sure had some attitude to do that which here is the positive thing...

Anyway after large part of the day mall hopping and checking out  all kinds of stuff including food and women and their skin show we landed up at the Landmark book store to pick up some stuff.. the girls picked their "magjines" and i looked through some geeky books... was looking for some nice non fiction stuff or some really  nice self help kinds (no i don't read them but want to read  a few of them just to see why do they sell so many of them). Dint find anything interesting or at a price I would be willing to pay for them, maybe will wait for the sale. anyway while checking out our stack of books and magazines I saw these 2 women.. both in shorts and spaghetti tops.. nice fair tall slim.. the works if u get it with a 3 year old kid with them.. one them was dress exactly like the fame i saw first when i landed in Gurgaon (one with large assets) but looked so much better. She knew how to carry herself much simpler. less makeup.. simply awesome...Dont know who said but he was right beauty is in simplicity.

Soon i was on my way back home on the metro and this time a young couple hopped on to the train. the girl dressed in a modern low cut dress with a kind of short skirt..Quiet aware of showy dress and trying hard to hide her legs and cleavage.. she surely dint belong on the train maybe was just trying it out.. someone like her could have stepped straigt out of a corolla or a civic. But she was cute and nice if I may say so..she got off at Saket all trying to pull her clothes together tryiing to cover as much of her as she could...

You must be wondering about my ramblings they don't make sense.. yes they do.. what i have described are 3 women all dressed in similar outfits more or less similar age group say maybe 24 to 32 tops but how different their approach was. one is confident and OTT, one is sexy, bold and smart... maybe a professional too. the third is a cute young not yet spoiled by the nuisances of the modern life yet knows what she wants but is still stuck to the roots kinds of women. which one i liked? All three. they all belong to different places, backgrounds, lifestyles but all belong to the modern independent India. Where women are (more.. and more...) not howled at or ogled at even if a little bit of knee or shoulder is shown. Here some of these women had more than just the lingerie or cleavage showing. But no one was howling, teasing or even ogling at them. Everyone was busy with their own things.. I'm happy to see such an India. but afraid that it may go to an extreme where the tradition of an Indian women may get lost.. Hope these young women know where to draw the line. when to stop and when to cover.. The third youngest of all in her mid twenties gave me hope.

I'm afraid that one day if i have a daughter my also be wanting to wear short clothes. the thought gives me shudders. But hope that she will have the head on her shoulders to think and then decide whats right and wrong, whats the difference between being bold and vulgar, being nice and cute and sexy.

I hope. i hope...

PS: My female friends insist i have had an overdose of skin. i need to go back to being geeky and read books and play on my PlayStation :)