Money / Honey

The other day, while flipping through channels, I came across Ally Mcbeal-an Old favorite of mine. This particular episode had an interesting theme: Prostitution.
An ex-attorney is caught soliciting money for sex from a doctor who she had already bedded before. Though the episode had two themes running parallel viz. lack of available single, attractive men for dating, and what constitutes prostitution. It was the latter, that caught my fancy, with me bing too aware of shortage of single, attractive men.

The defendant, a client of Ally's law firm, testified that when she used to get so many offers from men, most of the time married and emotionally available, to sleep with her , while she waited for some nice, attractive, successful man who would also be into dating. on not getting her type of men, She changed her mind to sleep with them and earn a living out of it. Now, there does seem a logic. A successful, attractive woman deprived of dateble men, may seem desperate and jump the gun to get her goods.

The logic of defending her position was even more twisted. the argument presnted by the defence counsel is definately food for some thought

1) When hollywood actresses 'make love' on screen with their fellow actors, and get paid for it, does that not amount to prostitution?

2)When numerous women sleep with their bosses, clients, colleagues to step on the success ladder, while receiving favors, a raise, a promotion; which can be monetarily categorized, why don't we treat it as prostitution?

3)There are several women who will not date/marry/sleep with a man unless he earns a certain amount of money, is that not a form of prostitution?

Well, with me, I almost bought these arguments. But I do have a strict policy against paying for sex. I find it most reprehensible act, and a manifestation that I can't get men without my moolah, which is a really scary thought.

Askewd

Do you ever feel the sting
of something happened in the past,
that completely numbs you,
wrenches your guts out,
makes you writhe in pain,
when you should have felt it,
many moons ago!!

Earning the Laundry Stripes

Manreet sodhi's "earning the laundry stripes' can be described as 'unchhe dukan, pheeka pakwan' a hindi phrase literllay translted as "big cry. little wool". I was particularly disappointed with the book because it was my first book based on Indian Management schools and graduates. Though as an MBA aspirant we used to think that cracking the exam was the hardest part, but reality is very different as is described in this book.
This book as it chronicles the life of a management graduate 'Noor Bhalla', passing out from IIMC and then being the first woman to join the sales at HLL, much like the real life of its author, fails to strike the right notes.

There are many loopholes like why we never get to know about the Kalpana's MBA college when writer herself puts in very elaborately that in MBA hierarchy your status is judged by the college you are from. Apart from these small details, the most irritating thing I found about this book was its inane juxtaposing of serious issues with corny ones. Surely we don't need the details of the sex and stiffness of her male friends member in the same breath as Gujarat carnage. I think these new writers must learn a thing or two from Chetan Bhagat and why his '5 point something' was such a big hit. Answers are not that difficult to find and certainly not for an engineer and MBA ( at this point, I make it clear that I am an engineer and MBA myself). The subject, language and narrative of Chetan Bhagat's debut novel was very topical to the campus and the sensibilities of youth and it dared not to cross those limits. And here I thought Ms Sodhi knew a thing or two about target audience.

Only thing that remains back with you is her anecdotes from the corporate world which becomes little too cliched at times. And her description of rural India is condescending to say the least. Though at the end of the novel, author suddenly has this epiphany the she had a choice to make in her life and who she is today is a result of that. She makes no bones about making fun of people who eat, speak and pronounce differently than hers.

This book is too contrived and too cliched for any one who has ever been to a good B-School. B-School grads are not that clueless as Ms Sodhi paints us to be. And I hope that she bears this fact in her mind when she sets out to write her next book.

Ok, So I have been reading
a lot of blogs.
And this writing style is
courtesy Chrisann.
It's no plagiarism
I just feel this style
suits my disjointed writing style.

I mentioned about reading.
Reading mostly Gay blogs
about being gay in India.
Mostly when I am working,
or rather when I should be working.
I get excited
at other people's conquests.
The whole story as to how easy
it is to get sex in gay kingdom.
How they met,
how did they pick each other,
how they did it,
where they did it,
how they forgot about it moments later
and went their own way.

Not as I am leading a saint's life.
I do get my share of "encounters".
I am not much into dating scene.
May be I am afraid of bad dates,
may be of rejection,
may be of the fear of my date not turning up.

What is the other way of meeting
other interesting men?
Dates who are not only good in bed
but can hold a conversation too.

Speaking of which, It's a peculiar thing.
Gay people's aversion to date with
guys with less than adequate ability to
comprehend or speak Queen's language.
Isn't it hypocritical of us to
look down upon someone just
because he is not very fluent,
or has some regional accent?
As CT puts it, he can't stand
guys who are too vernacular for him.
We all claim that we are not judgmental,
but are we not judging the person solely
on the basis of his linguistic ability.
Will these same guys not flirt with
a hot Spaniard even if he does not
speak a single word of English.
And what is the thing with the accents?
Why people categorize you 'ghaati'
or with other such epithets just because
you don't have a fake accent.

I ,for one, started learning the language
when I was doing my graduation.
Before this, I was too 'vernacular',
but now i realize it hasn't made
an iota of difference to
my thought process, my outlook
and the way I react to people and situations.
I am the same person when I used to speak
my mother tongue.
I may understand that people have
set attributes that they seek in their date.
But why be so rigid about something trivial
like this?

Ok, now the rant is almost over.
So I met this cute guy for a coffee date.
Before this we had spoken little on phone.
He said one his prime interest is reading.
I was more than delighted on
having found someone who reads beyond
'Dan Brown' and 'Robin Cook'.
Well, my hopes were not completely misplaced,
he arrived on time,
needless to add I was late and nervous
at my second coffee date.
He didn't run away,
neither did he make any faces,
on seeing me.
I was relived.
May be I am not that bad,
May be he is different
than other Delhi 'punju' boys
who look at only at how 'buffed' you are,
in case they are bottom,
or how 'cute' you are,
if they happen to be bottom.

This guy turned out to be a bottom.
So all my efforts of going
to gym for past two months
didn't go unnoticed.
and He could speak.
In english.
(Ha ha , I am contradicting myself)
Cute boy works in HR,
I just can't understand
what is the connection between
gay guys and HR.
Why are they always found in 'soft' work such as 'HR'.
Anyways, the date did go off well.
we might sometime in future
for a movie or some other kind of 'hang out'
Unfortunately, No Hanky-Panky.
We both do not have 'Place'.