Navratri season is in the air. Auspicious festival. Everyone is in a good mood. Travelling in the train is a different experience altogether though during festivals. In normal course of day to day travelling as it is you don’t know what you smell, what shampoos and conditioners and hair oils you taste, and get hit how many times and where. But festivals are different. There are smells of perfumes that would make Estee Lauder or Coty be ashamed of their products. Then there’s washed hair adorned by "GAJRAS". Now one can still bear the smell of gajras of flowers like mogra, jai, jui, chameli, etc. But these are exotic flowers with unbearable fragrance.
The major problems Ladies face while travelling is carrying their bags: one normal purse, one for carrying their Tiffin, one for carrying daily groceries. Now fine carry whatever you want but why shout at the college girls for carrying their college bags?? As we want to!!! They say it’s so much trouble. Ladies our bags give you as much trouble as your ass gives us. As you cannot do away with your ass we cannot do away with our bag!
Then there’s a bunch of ladies that like to tell the world that they bear the burden of the world. Yeah Hercules is on holiday!! And these ladies believe that other people travelling with them are responsible for their misery. Try saying anything to them and there are dialogues coming your way like "These girls today have no sense of responsibility. Just are oversmarts. Do have any idea how late I am for office? I am not paid for coming late. You as it is like to go late!!" Yeah!! They have not met our teachers who don't let you in even if there’s been a genuine problem!!
And I am not saying all the girls are not what the ladies say they are!! They are equally dumb. Now I don't understand why you need your boyfriend to come and escort you till the train door!! And their bfs don't seem to have any problem. All the more, they feel it’s important to go drop your "Babe" till the train door. Dude its not like someone’s gonna kidnap her!! I do understand that you are in love and cannot tolerate being separated but come on, get a life!! And then there’s that scene from DDLJ that you are reminded of when the train begins to leave: Bye. Bye. Call me ha. Ya I will call you. Meet you later. Bye my cutie pie. Bye my rasagulla. I would rather puke!!
Sometimes you feel that God made these females to prove point- Dumbness runs in their blood. It’s better not to waste your time on these creatures. Just let them be.
I just want to thank God for not making me that way. Hope I remember all this always!!
6 comments:
way to go gal...whoo--hooo...!! lolzzz...
Fantastic dear!!!!!!!!!!!
m sooooo proud of u!!
That was one hillarious post!! If it provides any sort of respite to u, we boys too have to go thru tht " coll chya chokrana train madhye geoo naka" kinda attitude,but its more milder than those cribbings and high-pitched verbal-duels tht u gals have to go thru everyday....My sympathies....:)
DUH @ all those boyfriends !
hmph !
good post
-jan
Hey... seems to me like an epilogue to a real frustrating day. All the cribbing, thats the pleasure of blogging aint it?
-Deep
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