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The year that was.. oh wait.. not yet…!!

The year is coming to an end… another to begin and I look back (ok I just ‘look’, damn you English Nazi’s) at how this year has ( ok ok, ‘is’…) been..

January: Single and Jobless

February: Got a job and proposed to the man.

March: Met the Fockers and he met the parents.

April: My line was engaged.

May: Ran around the city for Hair & Make-up artist and wedding photographer.

June: Spent the evenings at Ranga Mandira for wedding dance rehearsals.

July: Married the biker.

August: Set up the house for parties and more parties.

September: Two states – the story of my honeymoon. Rode 1600 kms to kerala..

October: Mundane. Work. Cooking. Husband. Parties. Cousins. – the ROUTINE.

November: Lights. Camera. Action. Was Busy acting in a family short film.

December: On a ‘only wine’ diet.

On the whole, it has been an awesome year…. Kickass, fun, funny, emotional, dramatic, love, love making, romance and what not.. cant wait for 2015….!

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What NOT TO DO Post break-up…

“I cannot live without her any more. Life is meaningless. I had dreams. Honeymoon in Thailand, making love, making babies – two of them and now suddenly life has come to a stand still. Where is she? I cannot move ahead and I cannot live this life…” he said with utmost frustration and depression. A guy who is most of the time chirpy and cheesy changed to be down and depressed. We all go through break ups, well most of us do. And we have people all around us to tell us what to do. Here is my view on what NOT TO DO post a break-up.

Social bashing:

The first mistake people do after a break-up is lashing out at the Ex on social media sites. This is not going to make you feel better or move ahead. Status like “was I drunk during the entire relationship” does not work. Lashing out on each other on the social site shows immaturity and clearly gives the leverage to the other person to control your life remotely. Ensure you do not talk about it on social media before you make peace with yourself about it. Once you do this, you would have crossed the stage of talking about it to strangers.

Rebound sex:

As much as rebound sex is healing and comforting, it is that much worse too. Do not get into rebound sex if you are doing it to get some emotional support. Indulge in it if you are fully aware about the consequences. A friend of mine had a break-up and took to rebound sex within weeks and could not come out of the guilt much later. This pushed her into more depression and added to the agony she was going through already. Rebound sex is fine if you are matured enough to handle yourself post it.

Blame game:

When a break-up happens, not many admit and take the onus for it. Do not play the blame game. Don’t be impulsive to swear on your friends or anyone else about it. What has happened cannot be undone. But it is upto you to handle the break-up with utmost maturity and self respect. Calling names and creating a scene makes it ugly for you and others as well.

The ‘J’ feeling:

You had a break-up but that does not mean every relationship has to have one. Do not do that. Your friend maybe having a great love life, do not feel jealous. You may have all the right intentions toward her but the situation you are in would make your mind think otherwise. Do not go around with hate slogans about love. Just because it did not work for you, does not mean it cannot work for anybody else. Be a grown up about it.

Walled up:

Break-ups can be very stressful. Completely understandable, we get it. Don’t close yourself and sit in a corner and sob. Talk about it to your friends but do not over burden them about it all the time. Look at how you need to move ahead. Don’t wall yourself in a room and mourn. Life is outside and so is love. The feeling of depression will lead to some very serious damage to you, some of which can never be repaired.

Search of love:

You miss the cuddling, the kissing, the love making, the dinners, house parties with friends, the gifts, ‘I love you’ texts. It is natural to feel so. But do not jump into being involved emotionally with someone else to satisfy the feeling. You will realize later what a terrible mistake it was. It not only makes your life ugly but also the other person involved. Don’t be desperate to get into a relationship. Take your time and know yourself and what you need. Don’t search for ways to fall in love with someone. Give it a pause.

Revenge:

Seeking revenge on your ex could be the easiest way to vent out your feelings. Of course, we get it. But it could also be the most dangerous one. You do not know the situation of what your ex is in. Perhaps he/she is far more depressed about the break-up than you are. Sending out threat emails or being a life spoiler is a complete NO-NO. Revenge always digs two graves. Remember that and leave the person to himself/herself.

Being a puppy:

The break-up has happened and both of you have moved away from each other. Do not spy your ex in all ways possible. Secretly going through his/her fb profile through a friend’s login, making bogus phone calls to know if he/she is single or moved on to someone. The obsessive need to know what he/she is up to everyday.  This will only make the whole process worse for you. Be an adult and let the other person be.

Garbage tin:

We know collecting souvenirs in a relationship is common. Do not carry it with you post the break-up. Wearing his shirt and taking a nap is NOT cute. Reading her ‘I love you’ messages on whatsapp is not good at all. It is going to make you miss her and want her and also hit you she isn’t yours any more which is not a good situation for you to handle at this time. Being friends later is a different thing, but these personal souvenirs are not going to help you come out of it.

These may be my reasons on what NOT TO DO post a break-up. Your reasons might be different. It is very individualistic. These are just a broader perspective of what is being said. It is always easier said than done. I agree, but of these are just kept in mind, it helps us ease through the whole process with more ease and comfort.

There can be a lot of what NOT TO DO post a break up, but according to me the only TO DO post a break-up is to MOVE ON. Life is precious and new things await us every day. Embrace it and take time for yourself. Reflect within and know what you want. Understanding of the self is very important. There is always going to be someone else. Someone more better for you. The universe is never short of people. GET OUT and have some fun 🙂

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Death, God and a big brown cookie.

I looked around, the blue sky looked beautiful than ever;

As my fingers ran through the passing clouds, I felt the chillness in the air;

The birds flew by me and I was waiting to catch up;

This is a sight I never dreamt of my whole life;

 

I thanked the stars as I passed by them, they twinkled in joy;

Looking down, the earth looked like a giant chocolate cookie;

With nuts floating all over it, it was a delight to watch;

I was no longer grounded, for I got my wings to fly;

 

My throat was dry and I wanted to drink some coke;

‘Open your mouth’, he said and the heavenly waters quenched my thirst;

The taste of life in every drop, this I wished does not stop;

The body was free, from all baggage’s and price tags;

 

‘Is this me’, I wondered seeing my image in the mirrored cloud;

He smiled at me and I said ‘This is what belongs to you and nothing else’;

The journey was long, but the cloud I was sitting on glided through the galaxy;

The traffic was less except for the fellow birds and the Boeing 747 from far;

 

My sleep was disturbed by a noisy cloud trying to get past me;

A woman so fragile and weak, trying to keep up with the journey;

Her legs soaked in dirt, eyes in misery and heart in gold;

She looked at me with a smile, ‘ah the race I knew’ I thought;

 

‘Where from are you’ she asked lying on her well cushioned cloud;

‘From the same cookie you were baked in’ I said with a smile pointing downward;

The conversations ranged from potato to politics, filter coffee was missing though;

She was 36 years old, lived in a slum and picked garbage for a living;

 

“What did you do” she asked sipping some water from the heaven;

‘I did pretty much the same thing, except my slum name was MNC’ I said with a grin;

‘You see back then, i could never touch a vehicle, sitting on it was a dream’ she said;

It pained me hearing that, how cruel the cookie has been in charring her life;

 

As the journey went by, the clouds were beneath us and the sky opened up its gates;

Four handsome men dressed in dapper suits came by to escort us inside;

The welcome drink was way better than the TGIF martini, the place looked divine;

‘I hope you enjoy your stay here’ he said as he escorted me to my room;

 

She was given a similar room except hers was in yellow like she always wanted;

The door opened and she was smiling in glee;

‘Oh my god, I wanted to buy this necklace but I knew I never could’ she said;

‘This place is heaven’ she said, well what an irony, it actually is I thought;

 

As curious as a cat, I rushed to open my room to see what it looks like;

The door opened and I walked in, painted in black and dark pink as I always loved;

Few rugs on the floor, a note book, few pens, filter coffee, and a music player, that’s all that was there;

I walked past them and a saw a window with a view to die for, oh well, ha ha 🙂 ;

 

‘Isn’t this what you always wished for’ he said with a smile in his tone;

I turned back and there he was, standing tall, the creator of us all;

‘I sent you to spread love and you did that and hence you landed here’ he said;

‘So that is the only criteria to be here, I have sinned too you see’ I said with a cheesy smile;

 

He came closer and put his arms around me and looked toward me;

‘The love you spread surpassed the sins and there are people down there smiling because of you’;

I had a tear and he wiped them gently saying “oh, no drama here please’;

‘Gods must be crazy’ I thought to myself; 

Death is a great leveller;

It puts us all on one platform;

It puts us all back to where we belong;

It takes us back to our creator;

It gives us wings to fly;

It gives another journey to travel;

Death is what you and I share;

Death is what keeps us all together; 

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Hashtagged…!

As I was walking down the road at 8 pm, I saw a whole bunch of men stare at me. Why you ask? Because I was wearing a single piece dress that ended a little above my knee… A young guy, 20’s something even made it a point to follow me till a point when I turned around and told him “Why waste two auto’s, let’s go in one. Saves money… The police station is just 2.5 kms, won’t take much time. What say?” and he walked the opposite direction in no time.

Remember those men staring at me..? Every pair of those eyes hash tagged an image of me. We women are constantly hash tagged and bucketed. The society decides which bucket we belong to. The society concludes who we are and what we do.

#The Slut – Women hash tagged in this category are becoming more in number by the day. Wear a top that shows a little of your cleavage, you are a slut. A man is dropping you off at 1 AM, you are a slut. Sitting alone in the bar on a Saturday night, you are a slut. Wear a red lipstick, you are definitely a slut. Wear a skirt that shows the dragon tattoo on your thigh, you are a slut. You could be just enjoying your life. You could be married and wearing that dress with your husband. You could be wearing that lipstick for a family function. The society does not care. You see, you do any of this and are sure to be called one. I’m not sure how to hash tag a man who rub’s his hands against a woman’s back.

#The Flirt – This category is taken for granted. This hash tag and #The Slut hash tag is differentiated by an inch. By inch, I mean the inch of the clothing. You see a man at a bar; you tell him hi and start a conversation. You are a flirt. Does not matter if you are a lesbian. You initiated a conversation, and hence hash tagged. You are on your way in a bus and the journey is a long one, you talk about how bad the Indian roads are and there you are hash tagged as a flirt in his mind. It does not matter, if you were just trying to make a conversation till the journey lasts. I’m not sure how to hash tag a man who hits on his wife’s girl friend.

#The Geek – I pity the ones in this category. They are neither here nor there. You are wearing cotton pajamas, khadi kurti, dupatta, plated hair and a pair of glasses with books in your hand, you are a geek. Does not matter if the books are on Kama Sutra or the Femina. The society decides and defines who you are. You are not cool according to ‘them’. This category tries so hard to look the way they think to fit to the society and I want to tell these women, please hash tag the society as #losers.

#The Old fashioned – Well, the geek tag and this is differentiated by a thin line and that line is called stupidity. Going to a temple on a Friday, you are hash tagged in this category. Take lunch from home to work every day, you are old fashioned. Does not matter if you are going for a Vegas themed party after the temple. According to the society, you are old fashioned and do not know a thing about fashion. I’m not sure how to hash tag men who wear rudraksh, dothis, performs bhajans and watch porn.

#Modern – The most confused form of hast tagging is this. Every second woman today is in this category. You wear a pair of jeans and you are hash tagged modern. Immaterial of what you think. I for one hate this tag; I do not even understand what “modern” means. How do you define modern? Please explain. Coz we do not know what it means. We dress in what we feel comfortable in. WE wear shorts on Monday and Saree on Tuesday, for us we are what we are. I’m not sure how to hash tag the men who wear blazers and work in an MNC and still expect the wife to keep the food ready at 1 pm and 8 pm everyday and serve him dutifully.

#Whore – The most mis-used name is this. It angers me. Boils my blood. Triggers me to kill the person. You date a guy and break up and date someone else, you are a whore. Why? Because you have slept with more than one man in your life. Does not matter, why and how the break-up happened. Does not matter if the man was a coward and walked away. Does not matter if you loved him with all your heart. All that mattered was you slept with more than one man and end of story. You will be hash tagged a #whore. Does not matter if you wanted sex as much as a man does. The problem with men is they think they wanting sex is natural and a woman wanting and needing isn’t natural. I’m not sure how to hash tag a man who is married and still sleeps with someone else other than his wife.

This blog may come out strongly to many man and few women too, but my point is do not hash tag or categorize us into anything. We are none of it and all of it. Do not suffocate us by bucketing us into tags. The more you tag us, the more we would want to break free from it and then we are tagged #rebels. We do not categorize a man wearing shorts or a suit. For us, a man is a man is a man. Women are meant to be loved and not judged.

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Within…

When I see the waves in the ocean:
I wash my sins a little more.
When I see the rainbow peeking outside;
I see my reflection in the nature.
When I see a charcoal beaten to a diamond;
I feel a thud on my head.
When I see a mighty phoenix;
I get burnt and then reborn again.
When I see a butterfly;
I go in search of my cocoon.
When I see a bird flying high;
I search for my wings within.
When I see a lioness taming herself;
I stroke my hair and smile.
When I see the hands of the clock ticking;
I suspend with my life and live a little more;
When I feel the tear in the corner;
I remind myself I’m not a tree.
When I see a lone elephant;
I go in search of my friends.
When I see the big Banyan tree;
I learn to bend towards humbleness.
When I see the Chinese bamboo;
I strengthen my roots within.
When I see my shadow;
I look for the light beside me.

I’m the ocean and the waves;
I’m the mountain and the caves;
I’m the pen and the sword;
I’m the hate and the love;
I’m the sun and the rain;
I’m the life and the death;
I’m the sorrow and the joy;
I’m the wind and the leaves;
I’m the Dharma and the Karma;

P.S – My attempt on something that sounds/reads like a poem. This is a reflection of self. This is looking inwards. This is ME. This is about me, the strongest woman I know.

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Myths of a working woman !

I had to write about this when a friend of mine said working woman have a better life compared to a woman sitting at home. While I don’t deny the fact that working women have more exposure to the world outside and meet different people, I disagree to the fact that the lives of working women are a piece of cake. Here are the common myths that I want to touch upon on working women.

Working women cannot cook.

As much as we love to grab a bite off the fast food counter across the food court for lunch, we equally enjoy home cooking as well. Please do not cast us saying we do not know how to cook just because we do not spend four hours in the kitchen trying to cook the perfect meal to welcome the husband home for lunch. We may spend lesser time but we love cooking too.

Working women cannot be idle.

Who said this….? Ask us and we will tell you how much we crave for a weekday holiday. We are the ones to celebrate an independence day that falls on a Wednesday than anyone else. Agreed we love to keep ourselves occupied but we also equally love to laze around and watch the saas bahu serial once in a while.

Working women sleep their way to success.

I agree the casting couch exists in the corporate world, no denying that but please do not come to a conclusion that a woman employee got the promotion because she has the assets. We take all the crap and do those extra hours of work to complete the project and work as hard as the men do. Start accepting the fact that women are intelligent and that’s why the promotions happen. We love being on top, I meant in the corporate ladder.

Working women are more look conscious.

This is the most ridiculous myth. People say the beauty parlours run because the working women spend hours to look good for the outside world. Agreed but what about the packed parlours in the weekday afternoons? The women at home love to look good and groom themselves as much as we do, in fact I would say they take more time in grooming themselves for the kitty parties and the dinners with their neighbours.

Working women are less conservative.

Because we work in the middle of a group of men in a closed office space does not make us any less traditional than the women at home. In fact we take more care in ensuring we are well within the boundaries of our tradition given the distractions that surround us. I have friends who are working but far more orthodox in thoughts compared to my other women friends who are non-working. Being traditional is nothing to do with your employment status; it is more to do with the mind.

Working women are career hungry.

Perhaps the biggest myth is this. We work for various reasons. When I hear men say working women can never be housewives, I want to spank him, on his face (what were you thinking?)

Some of us work to keep ourselves occupied. Some of us work to be independent and not ask for petty cash to the man. Most of us work because we need to share the financial constraints as being a part of the family. Paying an EMI of 50000 every month is not east having a single course of income and kids going to school. We help the man to ease the financial pressure. Give us a choice and we will quit our jobs and happily sit at home and take care of the more important things in life.

Well, these are the myths that came to my mind. I may have slipped a few. Do not look at us and feel jealous. We wake up early, prepare the kids for school. Take that Volvo bus/car and travel in the crazy traffic and look at the face of a boss who is least interested in how bad your morning was. Finish a hectic day and come back home and prepare dinner and listen to the school stories of the kids and listen to the husband and feed his thirst off and on the bed irrespective of how hard our day has been and still smile the next day morning in the mirror.

Stop judging us, we know bhajans as much as you do and you know fashion as much as we do 😉

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Gods’ must be crazy…! :)

God. God. God. One or two.. millions of them around and at times i get confused whom to worship to get my prayers answered.

The very fact that people say be “god fearing” is the most negative thing to say….!

The word “fear” is negative; there is nothing positive about fear. Fear gives the other person the leverage to win over you. Fear is for the weak hearted. Fear is for people who have no faith, who have no belief in themselves. Fear is the most negative term used. To put fear alongside God is an oxymoron to me. We are all conditioned from young age to be “god fearing”, our parents tell us time and again to be one. It took years for me to know that fear and God can never go together. Where there is fear, there cannot be a God and Vice-verse.

Our projection of God is completely wrong. We take so much advantage of him/her (im yet to figure out which gender god is, pardon me for this is nothing to do with feminism). When a child does a bad deed, we are quick to say “god is going to punish you”. Please don’t spoil the child and please spare the God, he has no idea how the law works.

I do not believe God can be confined within four walls. He is as free as we are. Imagine four walls being built around us and asked to be living within them, tough no? I’m saying don’t go to temples, all im saying is don’t go in search of god when he actually is within you and all around you. Temples block huge spaces in a space crunched country. There are thousands on the road not having a roof above them, if you want to reach closer to god, build them a shelter with that extra money you have instead of building a temple. There are too many all over, let’s not over populate it.

Why do you build a temple? For people to come and worship God and get your needs fulfilled? Simple eh? Then why do you have only a certain section of people coming to it? Temples are only for people with money? God never said that. Why do you branch out different Queue systems? Free line for the poor. These people get to see God much later than the people with money. How? Simple..! Start a queue system and name it “Special Darshan” for Rs.100/- to Rs.10000/-. The more you pay, the faster you are to seeing God and the closer you are to bribing him to fulfill your wishes. What an idea Sirji. This is the reason temples are built today.

Why are we giving a wrong idea about God to the people and most importantly to our children? God doesn’t know how to discriminate. God doesn’t say, “oh well, he has come in an Audi, so let me answer his prayers first”. God is not an automobile expert, you fool. God made us, not machines. God understands us by who we are and not by what we own.  

The mother prays “please ensure my son passes his 12th exam with first class, i will do that 10000/- waala pooja to you. Son prays “Please god, i want to pray cricket, i do not like studying, i want to fail so that i do not have to study. I will donate some money from my first match i play for India”. Now what do you think God is..? A Lawyer? Whose prayers come true? The one who takes actions and not just prays. PERIOD. You sit on that thing for years and only pray, nothing will move unless you make an effort to. God pays for the people who make an effort to live their dreams, small or big. God pays for the people who help other people to live better.

The other thing that makes me laugh is the different duties of a God as classifies by the mankind. Go to that God in that place at that time and you will get a baby. Worship that god in that temple on that day and your debts will vanish. Perform a pooja to that God on that hill and you can walk again. What is this? God is running a hospital and a child care center? Suddenly he/she becomes a Gynecologist, ortho expert and a money lending bank. If you want your debts to go, work for it dude. If you want to have a baby, visit a good gynac close by. Stop torturing God for all your problems in life. God is a simple person. He/she will help you if you decide to help yourselves. Else, you are wasting your time and God’s time.

Let us stop portraying God to be a villain. He/she is neither a Villain nor a hero, he/she is as normal as you and me. He/she has a good spirit and does well to people.

I’m not saying there is no God, all im saying is remove those false perceptions you have of God and see with a clearer eye and a mind and God is much more beautiful, smart and giving that you can ever think of he/she to be.

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Living in a box…

I was talking to a friend last week and during the conversation he mentioned “all of us are so pressurized to stay within the box” and that is how the idea to write about it struck me.

Whenever we fill those bank forms, employment forms and those loan forms, there is this box we need to tick against and we click the right box almost all the time. For ex, if you are married, you check the box against married. Simple, right? But the question here, which box are we ticking in our mind. I’m going to look at life scenarios for these boxes, again these are my views because im as opinionated as any of you are.

Box 1:

This girl is legally single if you know what I mean and she is in a relationship with this guy for few years now. They both live together. She is not ready to tie the knot yet but they are doing everything a married couple would ideally do. She cooks for him. They go grocery shopping together. They fight often. He pays the rent. They have a pet. Both are working professionals. They divide the expenses. They have sex. They fill a form at a bank to open an account, which box they tick? SINGLE. But which Box have they ticked in the mind? MARRIED… They are married in their minds.

Box 2:

So he is married for three years now. Works with one of the Biggies in the IT industry… Wife takes care of the house. Cooks food and at times chews his brain. He works 12 hours a day. Works late nights and earns a handful to keep the EMI’s going. They talk over the weekends about the week that passed by. They have a physical life; I would not call it healthy or otherwise. He goes out drinking with his friends. Meets women at the bar and has occasional flings, so basically he has his own single life outside home. He is at the hotel with this other woman and fills out the feedback form and checks the MARRIED box. Which box is he ticked in his mind? SINGLE…

Box 3:

She works for a consulting company. Earns well enough to sustain her living and pay her bills and her taxes. Pretty, confident and sensible… Has a rented apartment. Has her set of girl friends. She is in her thirties…She is creative, funny, aggressive and loves her life. Men hit on her and she hits on few of them too… So, while all this is happening, did I also tell you that she was married once..? So what do you call her now..? Divorced right? NO, she ticked the SINGLE box in her mind.

Box 4:

He runs his own business. He is in his late thirties. Loves music and travel… A nice house beside a farm, away from the city madness and leads a happy life. Takes some time off for himself by playing golf during weekends and meets his friends on Saturday nights leaving his daughter with his parents those times. He is father to a lovely five year old daughter. Wife passed away two years back in a car accident. Ever since then, he is been taking care of his daughter with little support from family. He wanted to put his daughter into school and checked in some forms and did not find a box that said “single parent”. There were only Married, Divorced, Widowed and single. He was forced to tick Widowed, but his mind did not fit into any of those boxes. He is a happy single parent. But the society does not give him that option to tick.

I have some thought on this. Why would you call a guy or a girl a divorcee or a widow, because she/he had legal sex with her/his partner once upon a time…? How different is a woman/man who was once married from a single woman/man who was physically involved with their partner and broke up and moved on? I don’t see any difference unless the former has children from the marriage, but still they should be called a single parent. I speak strongly against the “Divorced” and “Widowed” boxes in the relationship status. If you do not have a partner, then you are SINGLE.

So, my point here is that the boxes we tick in our minds is the one we live in and the boxes we tick on the paper is the one we live with. These are my views and as I said you are entitled to yours.

SO, which BOX have you ticked……. in your mind?

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Stay Unfair. Stay Beautiful.

The idea to write this blog occurred at 6 am while I was watching a tele-marketing program that endorsed a product to become fair in 7 days. It did not stop just there; the life scenario that was portrayed in the ad was so shocking an depressing to say the least. An “unfair” lady walks into an office for a interview and parallel a “fair” lady walks through the door, guess who got the job? The fairer one…! How unfair no?

 The narrow mindedness, the racism, the changing thoughts about skin colour, the fetish for flawless fake fair skin. Where is the advertisement world heading to…? Where are the women heading to? Indians spend around 3200 crore INR every year for fairer skin. That is a lot of dark skin going down the drain; no wonder mother earth is getting prettier by the day!

To equalise the colour ratio, fairness creams for men has become a cult as well. Celebrities endorsing fairness creams that show how fairer people get jobs easily, find girls quickly, achieve more in life etc. All of this at just Rs.10/- per tube. Wow, I always knew success has a price to pay but did not know it was this ‘cheap’…!

How fair is this? Make it more interesting by buying a fairness meter! Yes, you can actually measure how fair your skin becomes through the magic of a plastic card that has the skin colour from dark to fair painted on it. The world is getting so technologically advanced but yet, the Indian ads will stick to paper cards to measure the skin colour and we Indians will buy it.

If the ads have to be true, then 64% of the Indian women today should be fair. I have not seen one woman actually declare that she got a job interview or got married or achieved success after her skin got fairer. Funny thing is, I see the same models marketing different brands. In one ad, she is the doctor who examines your skin and prescribes the product and in another ad, she is the woman to try on the product. Our foolishness sure makes a lot of people rich.

There is a difference between healthy skin and fairer skin. Both are NOT the same. You need not be fair to have a healthy skin.

I’m not a huge fan of Sharukh Khan, but I adored him for what he was and where he is now. It is hard work and I agree. However, when I saw him endorse a fairness cream that portrays success comes for fairer men, I was speechless. A man who made it BIG in life with his Indian skin colour which is not FAIR and endorsing a fairness cream because he can make BIG bucks sounded wrong at all levels.

Celebrities endorse products because they earn the Big bucks in it not because they used it and reaped the benefits. Nelson Mandela, Oprah, Morgan freeman, Queen Latifah, Konkana Sen and our very own Rajnikanth is proof enough that you don’t need to be fair to be successful in life.

What world do we live in? When someone said, “life is fair” they did not mean this people…! Confidence and beauty comes from within and never lies on the skin. Beauty is skin deep, literally…! I wish some company came up with a cream to change fairer skin to a darker one…!

It is everywhere, blatant and brutal reinforcement that only FAIR is lovely and the rest is trash. I wish women know that men still go by “beauty is within” saying…! I would like to tell all the women out there to be not so stumpy in their thoughts about beauty. Beauty is what lies beneath that skin. It is the way you feel about yourself. Be who you are. BE beautiful. Be Bold. Be blunt. Be all of what you want to be in your SKIN.

Be proud of your colour…! Love is colourless and so is success…!

Stay UNFAIR. Stay BEAUTIFUL.

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50 shades of happyness :)

Shade 1 – Give more love than you receive

Shade 2 – Smile Often

Shade 3 – Eliminate hate

Shade 4 – Pray, it reassures you can do it

Shade 5 – Love yourself

Shade 6 – Adopt a Child and/or a Pet

Shade 7 – Plant a sapling

Shade 8 – Feel the winds

Shade 9 –Hugging your mother

Shade 10 – Listen to the waves

Shade 11 – Chase the sun

Shade 12 – Do a good deed everyday

Shade 13 – Go on a holiday, alone

Shade 14 – Love Nature

Shade 15 – Watch “Friends” marathon

Shade 16 – Eat Mother’s food

Shade 17 – Make friends more than enemies

Shade 18 – Indulge in chocolate

Shade 19 – Believe in yourself

Shade 20 – Be more spiritual and less religious

Shade 21 – Hope

Shade 22 – Be childlike, not childish

Shade 23 – Wear new clothes

Shade 24 – Cry at times

Shade 25 – Love yourself

Shade 26 – Fall in love

Shade 27 – Snooze the morning alarm, many times

Shade 28 – Fail often and Rise more than you fall

Shade 29 – Smile at your mistakes

Shade 30 – Always show up

Shade 31 – Visit a church

Shade 32 – Getting a public holiday on a Friday

Shade 33 – Drink Filter Coffee

Shade 34 – Bunk work on a Monday

Shade 35 – Watch a play

Shade 36 – Go on a long drive

Shade 37 – Go crazy

Shade 38 – Learn something new

Shade 39 – Dance

Shade 40 – Carry a notepad in your bag, write when you travel

Shade 41 – Sing along with a song

Shade 42 – Listen to illayaraja

Shade 43 – Talking in Tamil

Shade 44 – Baking a cake

Shade 45 – Spending time with “you”

Shade 46 – Sharing your lunch

Shade 47 – Spend time with babies

Shade 48 – Serendipity

Shade 49 – Making someone else smile

Shade 50 – Doing what you love

These are my shades of happiness. Yours can and will be different. But remember to find those shades and ensure they never fade away. If it does, color it again…!