The cheapness of a cheap wine

This what cheap wine does to you, the more less you want to pay for a cheap wine the more cheapness you regret the next morning because that cheap wine makes you do all cheap things the same night.

You wake up with the thought I am 27 and every time I do the same mistake which most of us wine drinkers do, calling the right numbers and wrong people. The story doesn’t end there, there is a certain kind of enlightenment that comes from within after drinking cheap wine. And todays enlightenment is that what goes around comes around.  No,  not wrong people infact even they do, just when all this while I thought that there are enough people around who think and work alike and that I just refused to spend time or even talk to a fair rich real estate agent. And suddenly all those think alike people with whom there would be so much to discuss but no time.

Depend where you are coming from, you don’t get up everyday with thanking your stars. When a happening Friday night makes you wake up to a lonely life. And hello I am here in no way cribbing about being single in mad city. Sometimes you don’t want to be with yourself, that’s it. 

Letter to Babaji

Dear Babaji, 

I am writing to you to kindly take this mail seriously, please acknowledge receipt.

You are my favorite and you know that I am my favorite. But with a recent turn off events with you sending such people I am wondering what’s going on. Babaji you really need to stop playing hide and seek with me, seriously I wonder after traveling almost to every corner of the country and Abroad where have you hid that one intelligent guy.

And if you have left that task on me I want to ask you, have you ever visited a club? Half of the men there are gay and other half engaged . So what do you expect now?

My life has been very happening till now until recently when my parents have thought of putting an end to this happening party by getting me into a contract. Now as far as the matter is of getting into contract it’s not that bad but I am a little skeptical of getting into a contract with people of the same biradri.  No offence babaji but you only tell me how dramatic are the people from this community. Forget anyone else my own mother is a super drama queen anyone outside of the biradri is madrasi for her.

 The agony doesn’t end there my brothers and sisters have a long guest list and song list in their mind and just because of that it has to be a Big Punjabi  Vyaah they can’t think of a sophisticated simple marriage. My uncles and brothers have been tankers and they think this is the perfect way of returning the favor by having unlimited booze on atleast the cocktail.

Not only this babaji it takes lot of courage to tell people why you are still single when Simmo Vimmo and Kammo are married and raising babies. Everyone has a boy suggestion to make like telling what is a best married course one should apply for. And when they ask me what I do and I say human rights they think it is something to do with the dharna king,  two month chief minister of the state.

Babaji I humbly request you to put an end to this suffering and please send a person who understands the intent of this letter and laughs at it.

Yours favorite,

Mad Punjabi Girl. 

The Bustop !

Some good years back three convent school girls in their salwar kameez and starched dupatta were waiting for DTC bus at the bus stop. One of them took out her neatly covered in brown paper with name sticker rough note book. She opened the last page and took out a natraj pencil from her pencil box (then what ever written in pencil could be easily erased). They wrote qualities of a nice guy:they wrote fair, smart, handsome and convent educated. They had also picked boys at the bus stop ( well easier picking boys then), i mean selected convent boys who were waiting at the same bus stop. The naughty one jumping around with silky hair was every ones favourite. But one girl differed she picked the one wearing specs and reading goosebumps early morning. The other two made fun of her and taunted her saying he is an uncle, she replied that she likes serious , quite and mature guys. After few years when they attended the farewell party with the same convent boys they discovered convent boys are no more interested in convent girls . Except a few, which then went on to become school romance love stories.

Soon after school and in the second year of college waiting with a male friend on the bus stop, the convent educated girl was in a discussion. Though blushing she told him she would only date a guy who has a car and not make her walk or wait at a bus stop. The guy laughed and said look for men who are not studying, because all the cars outside college were not the cars of the boys but their father's. Well he had  a point to make. And still all you wanted was a nice guy who is good with you and takes you to parties in his car and later if you are lucky you get married to him and then the car either comes as a dowry or if he does well in his papa's business.

But if you cross that and then take a bus to office everyday. Morning and evening you wait for the bus, sometimes run behind them on roads and travel with all kinds of fellows. You actually realize the importance of your hard earned money.  And then in your office where there are men in more proportion to women and some real gentleman. After work when you go out for coffee or drinks with these men you realize there is a boy still in them who has refused to grow up. Its fun to be around such boys,  who are in transition.Its fine to date them but who wants to marry them? Let Mummy Papa find a nice guy with a good package and his own car.

It is only with buses that one goes, and the other one comes, because real men don't come again and again. Then you hope for a man , who takes care of you ( this need of being taken care by someone), actually waiting at a bus stop your mom calls you and sends you the photos of boys who have turned into a man and ready to take the plunge.  

Then when you meet a man some two bus stops away from your home. Sitting infront of him you wonder wether he matches the list written in your brown notebook, or the guy you discussed in college. And you realize that maybe i have not grown i am still that girl looking for a boy at heart in a man's body. 

There is no sex in the city

If you live in this era and this city, where the chief minister is sleeping on roads and the law minister has become lawless.
The alleged agitation is about people in the city , did they just forgot people include both men and women and police. And since when people only include fair and rich and not poor and brown or black. 

Just when we are fighting to not go back in the British era by saying no going back on 377 our law minister is actually saying only the darker have sex and not the fairer. What aap justice is this?

There is no need to get upset if you are not having what others are as you will be kept motivated by the politics happening on the street and if you plan to join them make sure you have watched Nayak ( the bollywood movie ) more than the number of times it was shown on Sony TV. Someone seriously took the Nayak Anil Kapoor so seriously that what a co accident hat their initials also match from AK of Bollywood to AK of politics.

The Angel on my Gchat

In this highly customised winter season, angels don't come along with Santa. They are there present on your Gchat.
They maybe not be as white as me and even wont have wings to fly, but just that concern for you in their heart is what makes them an angel in your life.

Stars are no more in the sky they are hanging in balconies and fairies resting on Christmas trees. Just like that my gift of wine don't fit in the stocking now.Here comes Santa  right before the new year,  to help you pen down your resolutions and determinations for the next year. But then he leaves behind these angels who help you carry forward them in the new year. These angels pick you when you fall, they silently get it all right before you wake up, pull you out of a mess, carry you home when you drunk. They will be there silently watching you with their green light turned on.

Your angel is just like you, confused , shattered , cheated. As someone had written on a wall two negatives make a positive. These angels bring not only bring you good work to be happy about all year  but also close to all wrong people because they know even if these people leave they will be still standing there right behind you.

When you are down and not in the mood, here comes the angel on Gchat and asks you , how are you doing? And you reply I am doing good,but the angel know everytime you say I am good doesn't mean you are good.

Sometimes the angel also get lost, they go for their angel searching and then the higher they fly they land injured on a terrace with their wings cut and sometimes among drunk people. 

So this is to my angel, that  no matter how many times you get drunk and beaten up. No matter how high you try to fly and return without wings and no matter how many times I fight with you. And for all the stupid mistakes you did. You will still remain my angel, and I forgive you and accept you just as ugly as you are. Because when I get old there needs to be a story of angels to be told to my children and pen down in the book. 

The Mad girl's saga of candies and crushes

U know how much I like the black berries but I recently ditched what was in my hand and went for touch. the touch came with a crush saga. so finally i had a crush. It started on because everyone around me was reaching to a level and i was still there with the touch. Even the younger  and older ones were playing , so first time in months  I started playing.

Well finally there was a certain sense of achievement after tasty and delicious. Looking forward to Sweet. After ages there was the word delicious coming my way and in the end the sugar crush. No one can give you a love life but surely here people were giving each other and asking for life. No where I have seen so much solidarity even crossing international borders. Nothing has kept me awake at night for months now, and finally a company in the blanket.

The Mad Girl and the Mad Ways to keep you away from the madness.