My distant encounter with page 3

One of the many stupid things that I do in the course of the day is to read Delhi Times, simply for lack of any better activity in the morning while I am yet to come past my slumber, which as many critics denounce is full of P3P coverage. I kinda glance over that section, hoping to one day meet people featured who inevitably are very "handsome" on an accidental encounter. Hehe, that's not crime, it's all just in me Imagination. Sadly.

So, imagine my surprise, when I find myself witnessing the post party celebration. Well, not exactly. It so happened that all those people were returning from one Big fat Indian Wedding that is touted as wedding of the year by many. Yes, I talking about the wedding of daughter of Praful Patel, civil aviation minister which took place this Sunday and I go a chance at the Delhi airport to see who's who of town returning from the do. All big political heavyweights were there, mostly old and boring, but what the heck, I gotta see them. So here goes list. ohh..never mind. i wont bore you with people from politics, the only solace of the evening while I waited for my guest to arrive was Sameera reddy with sister Sushma in tow. Man, she was hot...if a gay man like me couldn't stop staring at her, I can only imagine what she does to others. But, what intrigued me was that she was fairly 'fair' by all indian standards, and it was not her make up. Trust me on that. I don't know why indian media portrays her as dusky beauty. she looked resplendent in golden yellow sari with silver zari work. Shushma was dressed more casually, wearing jeans and jackets . ( I think she must have performed at the event)
And there was some gay designer kinda chap with both the beauties. Now, you'd have to trust me on this :)
No hot men, not even one single man. My bad luck. I don't know why it doesn't surprise me any more.

What you should not do in a clinic!!

Strange things keep happening to me. Some of them might not be strange to most of the 'normal' people but I am what I am. Strange. Complicated.

Right now, I am very content. I don't know whether it is the long hours that I had I put at office, or the simple meal I ate tonight. Or may be I skipped my workout, but that should have made me feel guilt ridden and unhappy. Speaking of which, last weekend I had to go to a doctor's clinic. Normally, I don't like being kept waiting, even more when I have taken prior appointments, however places where they have lots of magazines that I normally wouldn't buy make me sit there longer and wish for my turn to come a little late. So, here I was sifting through pages of femina ( must have been four-five years since I picked up last copy) and then realized they have a full men's section. Now, I can buy these magazines without feeling 'queer'. So, page after page, there were men. Good looking, muscle bodied men advertising things that I don't need, however, within few minutes I realized I was wrong. I needed all those shoes, shirts, belts, sun glasses, moisturizers. And the weirdest thing, or the most normal - take your pick, I wanted all those men. It took me no time to come to conclude how fucked up my life is. I don't have six pack abs, neither I have a 'hot' boyfriend. No arm candy to strut around. Needless to say I was depressed.

I wonder why these women magazines have started carrying sections on men. What has changed so radically in the last few years that suddenly women have developed this itch to 'groom' their boyfriends/ husbands. I think they just want like me who want to feel about themselves after looking at their pages. It's a cruel cruel world.

Now, I think I must start looking for interesting dates ( there are none, I know. But I am young and I watch chick-flicks).

Have a nice,hmm, let's make it fun filled weekend!!

Things that my parents told me that they shouldn't have

I love doing those home truths series. I think I don't have to think much while writing them. And the best part is they are very spicy, and the worst part is I didn't realize they were happening to me

Wife of my father's colleague telling my mother that her husband doesn't sleep with her. Which my mother was too happy to share with all and sundry she knew - not realizing the presence of over inquisitive children like me. I took me several months to realize what that lady meant by not having her husband sleeping with her. ( They had had six kids and poor man had not heard of contraceptives)

My mother muttering to herself when we were walking back home that the two lady tailors in the neighborhood shop were 'homosex' ( sic) after they had nicked some of the cloth and made her blouse little too tight. I had to ask her then and there what this word meant and to my surprise she told me.

will add a few more..

Somethings never change

I am a moron. Yes, I know it for sure. There are so many things that I had written I had got to know in the course of events of last year. Yet, the list is never complete. I keep discovering sources of moronic disposition and get mortified in their manifestations. I had unconsciously taken a vow that I would avoid writing about my infatuation/love/ sex life in my blogs. Speaking of which reminds me of the seven stage of love in urdu poetry. Hub, Uns, Ishq, Aqidat, Ibadat, Junoon, Maut roughly translated as Attraction/Infatuation/ Reverence/Worship/ Obsession/Death..Wait did I miss something? where is sex in this whole chain of events. I really wonder considering the prevalence of homosexuality in Arab world, how were they able to circumvent this whole thing.

Now, I realize I don't have much to add to this post. So I will write a few random things, I think that is far easier than any kind of false structuring of thoughts.

It's very hard for me to believe when someone compliments me. Be it professionally or personally. I have started to accept my merit when it comes to my professional expertise and how I am not among the above average performers. however, when it comes to my personality and looks i am terribly insecure. I think something take time t erase from your mind, like I still have not come to terms with my toned body. I was never obese, just a little extra flab around my belly and cheeks. I have realized one thing that Delhi men without exception fall for a 'gym toned' body. I never started my workout routines with an eye on how I may be able to hook up more. It was my attention diverting technique from things around me. Now, I think I have flab pretty much under control, though there is still a long way to become a Salman Khan. But, I am not in a hurry. I am not doing this to prove anything to anyone. Not even to myself.

P.S. It's a Saturday morning and weekend has started. I have no clue what I am gonna do. There are no interesting people to meet, let alone dates. February sun is shining and telling you spring has arrived. But I am alone. As always.