Don't Tell Me What to Do!

How do you feel when you are told to perform your duties better? When you are constantly judged on what kind of mother are you; when you are blamed if the baby is not eating. For god sake! If the child doesn’t want to eat what am i suppose to do? The baby is almost three years old now and you cannot force her if she doesn’t want to eat. Just because I am her mother do you think I have magic wand and all I have to do is to tap it and baby will eat?

I fail to understand, what kind of cheap thrills one gets by sending other people on a guilt trips. When they just go on like a broken record...you are a bad mother...you are a selfish mother...I say FUCK YOU!!

Dude, i know what kind of mom i am; i don’t owe you an explanation. And nagging me doesn’t make you any better at parenting and If you are so upset about me not feeding her why don’t you take the plunge and do it? Oh, but then you have your reasons...right? She doesn’t eat when you try?? And what in the fucks name give you a right to nag me? Am I any different? How do you suppose that i will be able to feed her? She will eat when she wants; didn’t her doctor say the same thing?

What is it you want from me? I am tried on your mood swings; grow up and act like a mature person!

I'll Still Live My Life How I Want To...

Read on twitter how Amit Mitra current Finance Minister of West Bengal kind of put the blame on a woman who was raped because she had gone to a night club, she is separated from her husband, leaving kids at home.

What I fail to understand and, I think, people don’t even make an effort to understand is that because you are a woman don’t you even have a right on your own life? What is wrong with people? I am in no mood to bash Amit Mitra or call him chauvinist. I just want people to respect each other. Because this woman is an estrange wife and a mother…cant she go to night club and enjoy life? Does it make her a bad person? Will one has to pay with her dignity for this?

Our parents, families are forced to take extra care of us, women. Will my dad check and try to make all the arrangements when my brother goes out of station? Will he come with driver to drop him at airport at 3 in the morning? But even if my dad makes all this extra efforts, I wonder, if he can breathe easy till the time I’m back home. And now my husband is in my dad’s shoe. I love my dad…my husband… but I hate it that even now they have to worry about me…no matter how many times I tell them I will manage…I can see it in their eyes they are concerned.

Will this ever stop? I think only with me gone… because people will never stop looking at women as more than an object and not a human being. Rules for women are different…if she goes out at night… she is responsible for the trouble she gets into…if she drinks meet male friends she deserved to be raped…and looked down at.

But I refuse to live how society wants me to…and I don’t care what you categorize as virtue and vice. I am going to live my life how I want it…doing things I want to do…because my life is the only thing I have complete right on.

Winter is making me romantic – for the first time!!

Today I loved driving to office, looking at the blurry sky, beautifully but naturally shaped trees, and above all maddening Delhi traffic jam, all this ignited and brought to life that dead romance in me. Oh yes, I can be romantic, atleast when I’m alone driving and trying my best not to be late to office, like yesterday or day before for that matter like every other damn day, and honking and sneering at fellow drivers.



Ohh, the point is that I was feeling so romantic, so romantic that I wrote an email to one of the authors telling him, that I plan to read his book, so what if I take a year or two to do that. What matters is that I have taken an oath to read it ;-).



I am planning to be in romantic mood all day long today, so you may hear stories of a girl going about planting kissing on every one’s cheek, everyone within 200 meters. 200 meters because people are so scared of grumpy me that they are shit scared of coming within a dart range, poor bastards!



Oops, im not gonna let my anger get the best of me, not today, no chance- here to romantic girl on the block -woohoooo

Ahh Silly Me!

I think, I am done with this world! I am done with everyone. Done letting people make me feel bad, crash my confidence, treat me like shit, and all of that. They say in hindsight everyone is wiser, but me, ohh silly me, just defy all this.

This is all because of me, because I gave you right to make me feel and treat like shit. Make me feel like committing suicide.  Cut my veins or consume cup full of pills or jump in Yamuna, and die a dog’s death.

But the thought is over, and I am still alive, writing this. Sorry I have failed you, because I did not cry myself horse, so what if I was teary eyes- you could not have seen me from 1500 miles away.

I am instead going to go someplace calm, nice place and just think, if all this is worth it?

Darling- I am going to change, but not for you this time …for ME!

Dont Mess With Me!

First week at new office -you know how boring first week usually is- if you know what I mean. You have to be at your best, it is worse than first week of your marriage. Where you still have a chance to chide your husband in private ;-). Anyway, here in fact I am not feeling even a bit bored. Instead I am happy that I am away from that blighted soul (at earlier office)- where I had to constantly work on my will and somehow keep myself from the impulse and strong desire of bunging my Blackberry handset at him at a speed of 200km/h J.

But you know every place or office has its own, well-reputed, blighter(s). But trust me, if this time, forget about messing up with me, some irritant tries to say even ‘HI’ to me they are in for fractured ribs.

Geee…I can be a real devil sat times. Now I have scared myself too.

Curse you Cricket

I am unable to understand people’s obsession with cricket. Having grown up in a cricket crazy family i sometimes hate this game more than my ill fitting dresses. I still painfully remember how because of this loathsome game my brother and dad would take possession of our only TV set. Okay, i admit, i had a teeny weeny crush on Jadeja but then he was given the sack. So, my only reason to watch this game was snatched away from me.



Why this sudden rant about cricket?? Because, i am still suffering from my dad’s cricket mania. Even though i am married, thankfully not to a cricket enthusiast, dad keeps on calling me to brief me not only about india’a match or how india is doing in particular series but about anything on cricket. He calls me to discuss about Pakistan’s alleged match fixing thing. When will he ever understand his daughter doesn’t as much as know the names of our (Indian) team.

God, I know, i am going to get good piece of mind if he ever come to know about this post.

Stop Fooling- Fashion and You

Came to know about this "great" website from my sis in law, bidya, Fashion and You. The site offers great discount on products when there is none going on the same product in the market. So, we were delighted to buy nice fashion products at huge discounts until we came to know about their sinister plan against poor us.


It turned out that Fashion and you is fooling us. They price some of the products at as low as rs.11. We tried so many times but every time this rs.11 thing is always sold out. One of Bidya's friends got so tired of this trick of theirs that she called on the number given on their website and inquired, "how come the product you label at Rs.11 is always sold out? No matter how many times i check this website i am always a few seconds late to make my big buy? Well the answer was not very enlightening. How can they say- hey girl that is the hook we use to get people like you to log on to our website.
Anyway we will keep on trying to buy something at Rs.11. let’s see if Fashion and You will make that happen. But as i always say nothing can kill a girl's love for shopping not even some deceiving tricks buy friggning websites

LinkedIn Doesn’t Allow me to Accept Invitation: How Frustrating

I can’t accept invitation on LinkedIn. It asks me for my password and when I provide the detail and hit enter, I am back on the same page! It just keeps asking me for password and don’t allow me to accept the invitation.
Well, I can understand if I am not allowed to send invitation, but why on earth I can’t even accept one.

This isn’t funny; you Stupid Client of mine!

Yesterday one of my clients came to Delhi. We have fixed a few media interactions for him. Since I service that account I had to coordinate for all this. Well, the interactions went well. However, that client of mine put is best efforts to annoy me.
Today is going to some place to unwind him self by doing yoga, till week end, and invited me to that place. So I declined politely. When the interactions were over, it was late evening, he insisted to drop me home in his car.
He asked if I will like to have dinner with him, which I again declined. But he went on to say, I shall call you and you can join me for dinner. So I said I have some other engagement, therefore, I am afraid I will not be able to join you. Thank god he did not call me!
However, he sent me a sms around 8:30pm some stupid joke, which we used to crack in call five, but I did not reply. Even this could not break his spirit and he sent the same sms to me next day with a good day note added to it. Finally I sent a thank you and same to your, sir sms.
Suddenly I received reply of the coverage I have sent him about two weeks back. And of course he highly appreciated me for my efforts. How funny, same email could not catch his attention a couple of weeks back
Any way I have discussed everything with my boss, who says that if this client gets out of control I have the liberty to shift from this account.
Curse you (client)! I was doing all the research, tracking the trends and now these stupid traits of your will make me handover everything to someone else……

Anger is a dreadful thing, well now i know

My health was down for last few days. I was at home all the time; I spent most of my time sleeping and rest reading a novel called “FOREVER”. I have read some 267 pages of this novel and have reached to a level of addiction. There is so much suspense and lot of murder happening and all that.




But my bad luck I tore this novel apart in pieces following some verbal altercation with my mother. I hate it when some one mistreat my books or throw them. And my mother did exactly same, she threw my novel off the sofa when I had gone to the other room to change. I don’t know what happened to me when I listened that “thud”. I came dashing to the room my mom was in, and I picked the book tore it and threw it off the window. Then I went mad I picked all those precious gifts I have got and smashed them on the floor.


Oh I loved those gifts and I have put them on the table besides my bed. Well, about after an hour when I was cool down I asked my nephew to go and get pieces of the novel, which I though still be laying on the ground, but to my disappointment some rag picker had already took them from there.

So Moral is in anger to just lose lose and lose……
Now I am trying to find this novel. I want to know what happens in the end.