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What do men want?

In one word, men want 'speed':

Fast cars.
Faster bikes.
Fast gadgets.
Fast food.
Fast girls.
Faster sex.
Fast-moving traffic.
Fast money.
Books they can read fast.
Games they can play fast.

It's all about speed, baby. Either get a move on, or just "move on", like in the Fastrack adverts.

And in addition to speed, men want a pampered ego. Hence:

They do not like it when they are proved wrong.
They do not want to admit that they don't know something.
They do not like asking for directions.
They cannot handle being ignored.

Yes, they are a silly bunch. But sweet too. We can't live without them but we also can't not complain about them. Men are touted 'practical' while women 'emotional' but I often feel that this is overgeneralized and quite wrong. They may be the more logical of the sexes but they are equally emotional, just that they don't like to/can't/are embarrassed/afraid to express it.

Even with the speed-obsession and the massive swollen egos, what men REALLY want isn't too different from what we women want:

They want someone to love them more than they love themselves.
They want to come home to an attractive person and decent dinner and dessert. And possibilities thereafter. ;)
They want someone to hold in joy.
They want to be held in sorrow.
They want freedom of opinion and action.
They want intelligent conversation. And other kinds of conversation too. :P
They want their space. They do not want to be mothered.
They want to be flirted with and flattered.
They want to be pampered, just not in front of their guy pals.
They want time with their friends and their alcohol and their video games and their porn too.
They want to be trusted.
They want to feel macho and superhero-like.
They want peace of mind.
They want to feel good about themselves.

Considering that, I guess men are straight forward and easy to please. But that's only if they're 'normal' men. There are plenty of psychos out there: the kind who want nothing but sex, or porn, or alcohol or girls. The kind that cannot help but stray, the kind that cannot help but hurt others. The kind that are tearing the world apart because of their dangerous obsessions and addictions and their clouded, filthy, power-hungry minds.

Men amaze me, puzzle me, amuse me, all at once. Now, could someone please tell me if I have accurate ideas of what in god's name it is that they truly want? Especially the kind who look like this:

And this:


Oh, and this too:



Ok, I shall stop now. Sigh.


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And I'm older now... not 'grown up' though!

I published this post a few days ago, then deleted it (don't know why) and now I'm posting it again (don't know why).

So I celebrated my birthday recently. Well, not really 'celebrated' because I was super busy with work, but then I did something today which makes up for the celebration. What exactly I did though, is top secret. :P


Oh and my birthday, even with lots of work, was fabulous. So, so many friends called up or messaged, I felt all warm and fuzzy inside!

I'm going to watch the latest Harry Potter movie tomorrow. Now, I've been anticipating it for months and I thought it was going to be in 3D, but turns out its not. Sad... I've never watched a 3D movie and was all pepped up and psyched. Ah well, I'll enjoy it nonetheless.

Here is the content of the original deleted post: a succinct description of me as I am after turning a year older:

Single-and-eager-to-mingle, aspiring novelist, Blogger-lover, spiritual, not religious, thrill-seeker, open-minded, intellectual, matrimony-phobic, motherhood-phobic, domesticity-phobic, feminist, conflicted, deep-thinker, never-been-kissed, romance-fan, chick-lit-aholic, beautiful-on-the-inside, travel-hungry, secretive, deliriously happy(!!), dreamer

P.S. I haven’t read any blogs in a while because I’m very caught up with work these days. Neither have I responded to your comments on my last post. I work with a study abroad consultancy and this is a crazy, busy time for us so please bear with me. I promise to be more active here very soon!

P.P.S. I now have 70 followers!! Thank you guys, I couldn't have asked for a better birthday surprise. You rock my world, honestly. :)


Not 'Sleeping', Not 'Beauty', but Trapped and Waiting, yes!

Candlelit dinners and moonlight walks.
Valentine's cards and fresh red roses.
Birthday surprises and kisses under mistletoe.
Halloween parties, proms, new year's events to attend, hand in hand.
Whispered sweet nothings and late night chats.
Customized presents and cute 'one month', 'three month', 'anniversary' celebrations.
A hand to link my fingers through, and a shoulder to lean my head against.
Arms to rush into, a body to cling on to.
Nice cologne to breathe in and make a part of me.
A face to trace my fingers across and hair to play with.
Someone to call every time I can't get sleep.
Someone to text, throughout the day.
Cozy evenings in, watching movies, snuggled up.
Naughty things to get up to, coyly, playfully, purposely.
Someone to vent on, knowing they will understand.
Someone to hug, anytime, every time, all the time.
Heaps of photographs, chronicling the memories.
Being told 'we're cute', 'a sweet couple', or 'made for each other'.
Blushing and smiling and feeling all dizzy on dates.
Living in a big, blissful bubble of romance and mush.
Giggles and hushed conversations and sneaking around to meet up.
Butterflies and excitement rushing till the ends of my toes.
Feeling so safe, so secure, so comfortable, so close.

My idea of love and romance. Yes, I know it's very Bollywood, chick-flick, and chick-lit inspired, but oh well, that's hardly a surprise, right? It's what I've been envisioning, anticipating, awaiting, ever since I was about ten, I think.
I was so sure, just SO goddamn sure that he would come, arrive like magic into my life, mystically interwoven into the complex plot of destiny. I was patient, I would daydream of him all the time, and every night as I lay waiting for sleep to take over. He would be tall, fair, with longish, dark brown hair, and bright, warm eyes. He would wear glasses, preferably, and have a husky, sexy voice. He would love me like how Raj loves Simran in DDLJ, how Todd loves Elizabeth in the Sweet Valley series, how princes love the Disney princesses, how Zack loves Laney in She's All That.

Over a decade later, I'm still waiting.


Still daydreaming and obsessing every night. Gradually losing patience though. If he exists, surely, I would have found him by NOW? After having lived in three different countries, after having completed both school and college, after almost reaching a age which society irritatingly labels (horrified gasp!) "marriageable" (shudder)?

Okay, I know it's way too far fetched (what with the hunky looks criteria and all) and obviously, I am willing to compromise. I don't care if his hair's not long and not dark brown; I don't care about the eyes or the voice either. He does have to be tall and fair though. (Coz, err, ahem, I am tall and I am more fair than should be allowed.) And he has to love me, d'uh. In that stomach-turning, world-changing way. :P

Dear Prince Charming,
Please arrive.
Soon.
I want to quit feeling like a loser about having absolutely ZERO healthy romantic experience to date, emotional or physical.

Till then, I'll be singing: "Mila na koi aisa, mere sapno ke jaisa, chhan ke mohalla saara dekh liya!" (From Action Replay. Click here to listen)

The Power of YoUVA

Happy Diwali, people! Light up your lives. :)

I often hear complaints about my generation, OUR generation, the Facebook, Blackberry or iPod generation, as we're often labelled. I'm sure you hear the complaints too: we are too rowdy, too impulsive, too fast-paced, too easygoing, too lazy, too demanding, too immoral, too materialistic, too greedy, too "insert endless stream of apparently negative adjectives".

We are also, according to a recent study, "too lonely". (Please click here to know more.)

More and more youth are falling into depression, the world over. More and more young people, like you and I, who have their whole lives ahead of them, are turning to suicide, if not homicide or other forms of violence and social psychopathy. In fact, I won't be surprised if YOU, who's reading this right now, have at some point considered ending your life, even if it was just a fleeting thought. I know I have.

They are disturbing facts, yet the only major response they generate are more statements of how we are too ungrateful, too self-centered, too impatient, too impossible, etc etc.

Why doesn't anyone ever scrape the surface a bit to pinpoint the underlying reasons WHY we are like this?

Quite simply put, it's because we are different. We don't accept societal norms and regulations that have been around forever and ever. We question things. We don't take 'no' for an answer. We wonder who we are, and why. We seek meaningfulness beyond the standard, mundane things that our parents and other oldies prescribe for life, like religion and marriage. We look for excitement, pleasure, new things to do and achieve. We don't like being told what is 'right' and 'wrong', 'good' and 'bad'. We don't like being told how to live our life and what to do with it, what our purpose or duties or responsibilities or roles are. We like to just be, and make our own individual rules and norms along the way.

We accept that science may not have all the asnwers, but then, neither does religion. We don't mix religion with culture, or race or nationality or politics. We recoginze the simple fact that friendship and love transcends the divisions that the oldies have established over thousands of years. We realise that blood relations are not the end all and be all of human existence. We know that sometimes friends are much more valuable and reliable than family ties. We see the stupidity and hypocrisy that established beliefs so starkly reflect. We accept that it's natural and okay to experiment and explore, be it with alcohol, drugs, relationships, or sex. We understand that there is a distinction between being 'good' and being 'religious'; they are not necessarily synonymous. We vouch for freedom and independence of one and all, regardless of color, caste, sexuality, anything. We push for change. We rebel.

So naturally, we are too modern, too free-spirited, too open minded.

Yes, we are. So what's wrong with that, I ask?

Aren't we better? Won't our ways make the world a BETTER place, where there will be no discrimination, no prejudice, no force to do anything you don't want to, no need to lie or hide or sneak around? Our ways promote peace. We unite, rather than divide. We have fun, we live it up. We 'make love, not war.'

The only reason we are "too lonely", "too rowdy", and all the other seemingly negative things is because we are too f**king fed up with the world of the oldies and its archaic, confusing, conflicting ways. We are fed up of following rules and being told what to do, how to pray, where to go, what to study, what to wear, whom to date, whom to marry, when to marry, etc. etc. We are a stressed out generation because we want change but face invincible resistance. We are told we don't care, but perhaps it's the opposite and we just care too much. We are messed up because we don't know what to do to make the oldies happy and simultaneously keep ourselves happy. We are frustrated, pressurized, and conflicted. We need help. Yes, we need the help of the oldies. Please, for once, support us, and we will change the world. We will solve even the biggest of problems that humanity faces today. We will persevere, and we will survive.

In the words of President Obama, 'Yes, we can'

But only if you quit the name-calling, and let go of your goddamn rigid ways to just accept that we, the youth, have a solid point to make, as well as an agenda.

We are trying to be the change we wish to see in the world, as Gandhi said, and change is inevitable. So why don't you just sit back and accept us? Give us a chance. Have faith in us. Get off our backs and just let us be; let us do things our way. It's not our fault that we were born on the eve of a scientific and technological revolution that has transformed the world from what you knew it into something that seems threatening, daunting, incomprehensible. Surely, we appear doomed, but I think there is still time. There is still hope for salvation. If only you shut off the negative energy and give us reason to live, give us reason to dream, give us reason to prosper.

And then, we might just emerge as the generation that can be labelled more positively:"too good, too practical, too smart, too sensible, too responsible." We might just emerge as the generation that saved the world.

Amen to that!


"Jhoothi hi Sahi"

Once upon a time there lived a girl called - no, I don't know her name, you give her a name of your choice. Any name but Mehak, all right? Good.

So once upon a time there lived a girl whose name was not Mehak and she belonged to a religious, somewhat conservative, Indian family. But she grew up in a liberal environment: studied at a co-ed school, read all kinds of books by foreign authors (mostly British and American), maintained a staple diet of Bollywood and Hollywood films (mostly romance) had friends, both boys and girls, of diverse backgrounds though mostly Indian. She was free to study what she wished, pursue whichever hobbies interested her, and take her own decisions to a certain extent. However, she also had certain limits and regulations, like most anyone does, though hers were a tad more and quite different from the ones her friends had.

She had to wear clothes her mother approved of, and not the trendy westerns she ached for; and she was not to get involved in any 'hanky panky' with boys. Boys, though they could be befriended, were best kept at a safe distance. And oh yes, she was not to stay out late, unless absolutely necessary.

Of course, smart as she was, she understood the logic her parents employed behind these key restrictions, and complied at all times. She herself didn't exactly trust boys so getting INVOLVED with any one of them was certainly not on her mind.

And then she grew up. And at the same time, she moved home, she relocated from her liberal hometown environment to her birthplace, her roots, the place where she was surrounded with family and relatives who continued to live with staunch conservatism, traditionalism, rigidity, and a highly misinformed sense of religion. She moved back to the place she had never, ever imagined herself living in. Though, as time passed, she was surprised to realize that she kind of liked it. A lot.

She liked it because of the people she met. Not her relatives but her friends, the wonderful people she met at college and shared her life with. And as luck would have it, she met one particular person who she particularly liked. Just that he was a boy and she was not allowed to 'get involved' with boys, remember? She was to maintain safe, platonic friendships with them, not close ones, multi-layered and tinged with deep emotions and attachment. Seeing as she was a good girl, she would have complied and kept her distances from this wonderful boy that she liked, but heck, did I mention that she'd grown up? And how! She'd shed all traces of goody goodyness, at least as far as conforming and complying were concerned. She was a rebel. At heart and at mind. A feisty, impulsive, rebel, but a sly, stealthy one too. And she maintained her cover under an innocent exterior, an aloof, faux submissiveness. She was totally incognito. Only very few people knew the REAL her.

So, I suppose she was deceptive, in a way. A liar too, at times. A 'jhoothi', to translate to Hindi. But she was only like this because her ways would not be accepted and she loved peace too much to initiate arguments and fights. She knew that arguments and fights would not get her anywhere, only land her trapped in more restrictions. So she lied, about which friends she kept and how and when she met them. She was not doing anything wrong, certainly not getting involved in any 'hanky panky' at all. And so, she thought it was okay. A lie for a good reason is all right, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, right? Right. I think so too. Though I'm not so sure about where this lying is going to lead her or whether it will bring her bad karma. I don't know how it will all culminate and when. I don't know whether she will get caught one day. They say that every lie is eventually found out, and if hers are too, well, then God bless her.

Till then, "...call her chaahe jhoothi hi sahi..."



Mera o mera chehra hua mujhse anjaan kyun
Kaun hoon main, kaun hoon main
Aawaz toh hai meri, par kehta koi aur hai
Jhooti meri baatein aur saccha mera pyar
Toh kya meri pehchaan hai
Bolo na, kya naam hai

Call me dil, call me baby, call me jo naam tu main wahi
Call me sacch, toh main saccha, call me chaahe jhootha hi sahi

Ek bas dil hai mera, tujhpe hi fida toh hai
Kaise yeh maan le ab, hone ko alvida toh hai
Ruk ja dil deewani, poonche dil mera
Kyun yeh saza dil toh nadaan hai

Call me dil, call me baby, call me jo naam tu main wahi
Call me sacch, toh main saccha, call me chaahe jhootha hi sahi

Tere dil se pehle tootega dil mera, hai yeh wada, hai yeh wada
Har jhoot aayine mein, saccha sa lag raha hai
Dekh le tu bhi toh ho aitbaar, ke kya meri pehchaan hai
Bolo na kya naam hai

Call me dil, call me baby, call me jo naam tu main wahi
Call me sacch, toh main saccha, call me chaahe jhootha hi sahi -
Call me chaahe jhootha hi sahi

P.S: The movie is pretty cute (and John is just delectable!), not as bad as most of the reviews claim. Film critics are not to be trusted, honestly. And by the way, the story in the blog post is fiction. Any resemblance to any person or event, is well, purely, conveniently, ideally coincidental!
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