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My current pair is bulbous at the hips - read: extremely lose, torn at the non-sexy spots, and unflatteringly rolled up at the ankles. i wear that with my shoes which are the not-so-bad gladiators but the ugly overtakes the not-so-bad at making first impressions. so, in a desperate attempt to get myself a new pair, i went jeans shopping. Now, that may be the most obvious effort for most of , and i bet a pleasurable one too, For me; it is that one event which repeats itself once every three years. You can safely estimate that a decade of styles emerge, hit it or miss it, during three years of time, and i, locked up in isolation are always detained from whats in and whats out - except that, it sounded like it it's me.. WHY, well for starters, i couldnt be bothered about stocking up my wardrobe... when i need stuff, i go out and buy that. sometimes, i procrastinate that 'need' but how would a fashion sense emerge if people did not look at current assets differently. thats how ...

Hi friends, me thought of a simple idea for those who wat to start saving some dough.. but can never end up doing it, just like me. my research tells me that about 30% of my income goes into forgettable stuff such as paying the rickguy a little extra something, buying small sweets, a bottle of water, an adhoc taxi ride to an immensely small distance [because i am wearing a certain kind of tabooed short skirt typa thing/maybe a sari or a gown too :)..] etc etc etc. and the tendency to spend on these small unneccessary things increases because we like the thin shafts of paper tucked in our purses and pockets. how covienient they are.. those sheets of notes.. so neatly tucked away. some like it rough...the wrinkles on an ageing fifty rupee note.. the crisp shine of a hundred...the warmth of them from an atm machine..freshly baked! :) i personally love the arrogance of a five hundred note. it's picky about its takers!..hmm ok now back to the idea! the idea is to shift to its metal sist...

i reached for the shaving razor in the shower - i was not one for painful and long waxing sessions at the parlor; Damn! i had thrown it away last night because that was the only way i'd be forced to buy another one, and i had not bought a new one! i didn't want to lose sleep over it so i let it pass. i tried to think that, today was a Saturday - time to kiss away my sexy and fitted formals and say hi to my sexy and fitted casuals. Unfortunately, they all showed my "needs to be waxed" common areas. I patted myself on my back at the outfit i chose in my head - Jeans, fitted jacket, gladiator chappals. This was quite unlike my weekend clothing. My boyfriend will surely notice the change and we'll have a good laugh about my quirks. but that was replaced by another thought immediately after. a year back, this is how i'd dress on Saturdays. i'd mix and match things my formals and semi formals to create a funky look. now i actually buy clothes especially for the ...

creativity is not about weirdness or the licence to bewilder in the name of awe and inspiration. But then again, creativity is personal and individualistic too. Which brings me to the thought that we have come to an age now where everyone is not just aware and educated but innovative too. thus, words like beauty, creativity, ugly, virtues, vices, can be and should be abolished from the dictionary. Their meanings don't hold true or never did, and on second thoughts...who is anyone to define perspectives to me~

You know Boyfriend, someone asked me today if I wanted to make love to them one time, one last time, for old times sake, for all his worries and you know what I said.. What you ask isn’t mine to give..it’s someone’s faith in me. And I have never seen anyone so defenseless.. So tell me, does the body win or the spirit? Does the orgasm win or peace? does the flesh win or the soul? i think it is neither. Love wins..the kind we have ...

there is nothing wrong in being in the rat race. the more ahead you go, the more you get alone and the more you get alone, you realise that the race was against you and you won! so race at a pace that you dont have to be alone for the most part. take your time, listen to those who care about you, learn to respect elders, understand the rules, break some of them sometimes and make friends you can have fun with while you mend those errors, make some more friends who live by the rules, make memories, collect stories, borrow knowledge, get and give all the love you can,... so that when you get ahead...you arent alone..

I am sitting here crying for a fault that ain't mine I'd much rather be looking down from a cliff slowly dying I pause to remember, looking at you through a hole in the glass your face so brightly lit the painted smiles the loving juveniles I can hear the glasses clink the necklines dropping the skirts rising the smiles turning into grins the wishes escalating I don't think anyone there knows that you are only pretending that behind the warm welcome you are only loathing I can see you trying hard to tell me to leave, to wish me away, to ask me to stop crying, trying, loving.. now I say, I give you up to the world that aches for a piece of you I will give it all I have to see you through you say you want freedom from the clutches of glum I put it on the table for you Gave you my share of happiness too but don't you see you are all that I have why do you want that too?