It happened one night...

It is still early in the morning…and I’m in no mood to get up…I snuggled deeper into the bed covers…he was downstairs but his scent still lingered in the bed…as I breathed in deeply…I thought of that night…when it all started….

It was a night like any other. I was outside one of my favorite eating joints. And that’s when I saw him. He had the gentlest eyes I had ever seen. His laughter was infectious. It was love at fist sight. He was with someone else and she was sleek and gorgeous. But that didn’t matter to me. I followed him inside quietly. As she walked in with him, all eyes turned to look at her. She was basking in all the attention and admiration for she was beautiful. But I had eyes only for him. I watched them together as she snuggled against him. My insides burnt with envy as I watched him stroke her…wishing I was in her place instead….oh to be caressed by his loving hands…I shivered with delight at the very thought. I returned to that place often in the next couple of weeks hoping to catch a glimpse of him. She was always with him but one night I could sense that something was different between them. She was pulling away from him. As I watched them that night, a small glimmer of hope flickered in my heart….

And then for several days there was no sign of him. I was miserable. And then one day, he turned up. Alone. Quiet. I listened to the hushed whispers around him and learnt that she had left him. Without any warning. My heart ached for him. But I knew she was always wrong for him. He deserved better. Like me. I watched him quietly for a couple of days…never quite able to gather up the courage to go upto him.

Then one day, I finally mustered whatever lil courage I had and went upto him. He looked at me with those beautiful eyes not speaking at all. Feeling a lil bold, I went closer and touched him. He just looked me for what seemed like an eternity. And then he reached out and put an arm around me. It was as if we simply understood each other. For we were both alone. He took me to his home that night. As we lay there next to each other, I felt safe and secure. And loved.

Its been more than a month now since we’re together. And every day is like a dream. As I snuggled deeper into the warmth of his bed, torn between the desire to stay in bed or go down for breakfast I heard him call out my name from downstairs. I jumped out of bed for I was starving. He laughed when he saw me and poured the milk. As he bent down to place my saucer before me, I looked at him…my master. I mewed with delight and drank happily for I was the luckiest cat ever.

Six feet apart

I see you all around me...
Your presence is in every shadow...
Every blade of grass..The touch of your smooth cheek...
Every drop of rain...The kiss of your sweet lips...
I remember it all..I remember you and me....
Coz for the first time in life....I realize...
How far a distance of six feet can be....

Dating Do's and Don'ts... :)

Well...this is a lil something I've decided to put together for all my guy-pals...I've watched them flounder and wonder just what it takes to get that girl to dig you...so read up menfolk!!!! The commandments of that all-important first date....your first and perhaps last chance to show that girl just what a catch you are... :)

• Thou shalt always offer/insist on paying the tab. No matter what Femina/Cosmo etc says..Gals like a guy to at least offers to pay. That way if the she volunteers to split the tab, you win. If she insists on paying, you win. If she lets you pay, you lose a few bucks...but you win her attention.

• Thou shalt make maximum eye-contact. Not to be confused with a staring-down contest. You want her to think you find her interesting,...you don't want her thinking she's got a gigantic zit on her nose. (Eye contact is most effective if its her eyes u're looking at...not anywhere a few inches below..)

• Thou shalt participate in the conversation. Listen to her...but add your own views as well. Girls like it when a guy talks about stuff. You might just be surprised to find that the gal likes some of the same things that you do.

• Thou shalt compliment her on some unobvious part of her attire. Don't go for the standard "Nice dress" or "You look great" line..add a lil personal touch...like her shoes,hair,purse etc...Girls put a lot of thought into their outfits..so make sure they know you noticed...

• Thou shalt not turn up in an all-new-just-brought-this-for-our-date outfit. A new shirt / tee / jeans is fine...but a top-to-bottom new look might scare her off. Girls like familiarity in their guys.

• Thou shall hold her hand for atleast five seconds....not her shoulders, not her elbow, not her waist or any other part of her anatomy...her hand. Hold it lightly but firmly. Use the pretence of guiding her through a door or helping her sit in her chair or any goddamn excuse you can think of. Five seconds. Max seven. Not more. Guaranteed to leave her wanting your touch again... :)

• Thou shalt not use cheesy pick-up lines on her. Girls have heard and experienced some of the worst pick-up lines in history...so spare her...try a lil honesty instead..if you really like her but are scared to death to tell her ....tell her. Chances are it might work in your favour more than a "Could you help me get up coz i just fell for you..." line.

• Thou shall not act like a sex-maniac when its time to end the date. Say goodnite politely with a lil kiss on the cheek or a lil peck on the lips. NO TONGUE. Unless she initiates ;)

• Thou shall call her the next day and tell her you had a good time. .(Even if you really didn't..). Ask her out again if you want, else send it there. But call. Remember girls talk...and this girl might just be friends with the next love of your life. And she will remember you.

• And finally..last of all....don't plan every nano-second of your date..act on instinct, impulse, gut-feeling etc....and don't forget to have fun!!!!!
  

“How old are you?”

The earliest memories of this phrase are of the times when it was said in a sing-song voice by a bunch of tiny tots….wishing another tot (me) a Happy Birthday. It was considered to be a tradition to ask the b’day boy/girl his/her age and there was nothing improper or impolite about it. In fact as we grew up, we would be standing in front of an entire class answering this very question.

But once a girl nears the big ‘20’ age, it’s a question that starts to haunt the minds of every mom/auntie/neighboring auntie/married-with-two-kids cousin. All of a sudden there’s a paranoia that builds up that reminds one of a big sale where you rush to beat the crowds and get the best possible stuff.

If the girl has completed her studies and has no intention of studying further, then it is pretty much a gift-wrapped deal. Let’s herald the pundits, babas, matrimonial services etc. and let’s get this girl married!!!!

If she does however want to study further, all the well-meaning-just-looking-out-for-her-coz-she’s-like-my-daughter aunties will somehow control their Cupid / Om Swaha instincts for another 12-15 months.

Then like a wounded tiger, they’ll lash back with supposedly subtle hints about “other girls” getting married and still continuing their studies. This is most effective when accompanied by horrifying tales of “certain girls they know” who delayed the M-event too much and now those poor tortured souls can’t find anyone big-hearted enough to “accept” them. The poor parents of the girl are simply left with no choice but to convey these concerns to their female off-spring. Those hapless souls might be pretty broad-minded but the M-event can make the most exemplary parents cower with apprehension. A marriageable girl is just like a puri. You mould her, shape her, watch her grow, but after point you are anxious to get her out too.

And heaven help all if a girl ever says “I don’t want to get married. I want to live my life as I want.”…that is when all hell will break loose. Every Ekta Kapoor serial ever watched/discussed will come to the rescue with sentimental dialogues, tactics, and devious-yet-supposedly-well-meaning plots. The girl will either succumb to the drama or will end up being the ill-reputed black sheep of the family. The person everyone talks about in hushed whispers at every family gathering…”Did you hear about her? She says she doesn’t want to get married!!!! Can you believe that??? I’m sure she must have had a love affair gone sour…The poor parents…they’re heart-broken I tell you…”

A simple question that was once a reminder of everything that was fun…b’days, balloons, cakes, friends….now becomes a taunt that grates your nerves every time some sappy sweet voice put forth the four little words…”How old are you?’

I love my job....

I love my job. No seriously...I do. I have the best job ever. God himself came down from the heavens one day and granted me the greatest gift ever by giving me this job.

Okay..thats as far as I could go by being goody-goody about the J-word. Now for the truth...

It was a blessing when it started out. A nice pay. A swanky(???) office. Good facilities like food etc...(ROTFL)...

But like all other jobs, this too has its -ves. Like the simple fact that it SUCKS.
Now, I'm not the kind of person to just say that. I mean that.

There's prejudice, poor employee satisfaction, awful infrastructure, pathetic / sly management....wait make that employee-hating management. And yet we stay. Coz we are small fish in a gigantic ocean. We ae the less than 2yrs IT exp group.

So we stay..and we suffer....and we count down the days till our CVs can finally read.....
IT exp: - 2+ years.

But don't cry for me Argentinia...find me a better paying job instead....!!!!