I've been facing some sort of a writer's block lately, but I finally got something to blog about today when I stepped out with my best friend to get her arms waxed - for the first time! :D And no, I'm not going to take you through the whole process of how it goes!! *Sheesh* This gets far more serious than that.
So, after entering a parlour and she bleeding while getting waxed by the lady there, we decided to try another one instead which was a mile away. We walked our way in the hot sun and finally got to this place we were recommended to by a friend (our hairstylist). The lady at the parlour asked my friend (let's call her Susan) to go inside one of the rooms there and get seated. Susan, after mustering a lot of courage walked into the room looking like a goat on it's way to a butcher-shop just about to get slaughtered. After she screamt in pain and finished her business, she came out hurling curses at the lady and swore on her life never to go back again (we are going back in a couple of weeks :P).
Anyway, this brought us to one question, why don't men wax their faces instead of shaving off their beards? And then why is it called the "stubble look" when they get lazy to do so? It's not only about the notion that girls are supposed to be "prim and proper" (of course, who's to say what's proper in the first place!), why do girls have to go through such pain time and again?
Why are they supposed to be slim and fair while men can hog all they want to and still be called "healthy"? Why are they supposed to have the perfectly shaped eyebrows, manicured nails, a clear skin and beautiful hair? Is beauty (in case of women) only skin deep? And then why do they take the effort?
Why does a working woman, after devoting 9 hours at work, still be supposed to work in the kitchen till the wee hours of the night after her husband goes to bed and snores to glory?
Why is a woman supposed to know how to sit "properly" and "behave" while a man can sit as he wants to?
Why is a woman treated like dirt when she becomes a victim of rapes and assaults?
Why has nature too been unfair on women? Why does a woman have to go through feeling sticky every month and tolerate that torture? Why does a man, after an act of sexual intercourse walk away feeling satisfied while his partner endures 9 months of agonizing pain in giving birth? And then, why are men made physically more stronger when women need that strength more?
We have come to an age of boob jobs and size zeroes, of laser treatments, fairness creams, nose jobs and the like and those advertisements have always targeted women (the mens' fairness cream ads that have just started flaring is an exception).
Then again, why is it called the "fairer" sex when everything about it is so unfair?
Sunday, March 21, 2010
As many of you know, I've been taking dancing lessons for quite sometime now, I finally completed Level 1 of Jive-Salsa-Waltz. That's one thing I look forward to every Sunday, and even though I suck at it, I love it!! :D And yes, whenever I tell people I'm learning Salsa, they ask me who my partner is and if he is hot/cute :D :D So, before you ask, we don't have fixed partners and can't choose them ourselves. The instructors tell us to change partners for every step, so they choose who we dance with!
This Sunday we had our last session (of Level 1) and had to come all decked up in formal wear. I asked Aditi to record bits of each dance form.
So, here they are:
Dancing is really fun and refreshing! Taking a 2-month break to start Level 2 now. Can't wait!! :)
Friday, March 12, 2010
I dreamt of walking down that aisle,
with you by my side.
I dreamt of holding you close,
and in your arms I died.
I dreamt of a little house,
that held me and you.
I dreamt of taking those vows.
I dreamt of you.
But the years flew by,
and I moved on.
Time changed me as a person,
and you drifted away thereon.
Now, when I look back,
I just can't believe,
how silly I was back then,
how I dreamt of thee!
I know that there's someone,
who's made for me.
And that you and I,
can never be.
Wishing you the very best,
in the life that's new.
I've come too far now,
I ain't dreaming of you.