Its a curious world out here. Life moves at break-neck speed. On the path to becoming an MBA, there are probably a lot more identities waiting to be collected. I never knew what being a woman was like. Apart from those monthly curiosities, life was very much a guy's life. I befriended more boys than girls; stayed up late in their apartments, sitting by their side in their bed and watching episodes of Friends; played badminton with them, sometimes even soccer for a change; fought like wild junkies and pointed at "girls" on their behalf; not to mention those long aimless walks in the name of curious explorations.
Yet...
Somewhere down the line, there's a deliberate forgetfulness. I am a girl. (For God's sake, Wake up. You are a girl! )
Never mind how many times she wished otherwise, she is, was and will always be A GIRL, or worse... a woman.
You know what? She felt SICK being 'such a girl'. When she heard all those bastards cat-calling and whistling at the end of road, she often felt like mashing their heads up. When an old frustrated 'genteelman' approached with an 'Angel, Marry Me' offer, she felt as if her life has just reached the borderline. She felt disrespected, disarmed. Helpless.
But when a certain just-a-friend came by with a simple 'Hi, Wassup?', it felt sweetly weird. She could almost feel the heart skipping beats.
That's also part of being a woman, I guess.
To be there, to feel that, and to know that all this were mere fantasies of an impossible future.
Her heart screamed to her: 'He's always so right. You are so happy with him around...'
She wanted to be close to him - mentally, emotionally... physically.
She ignored the warning messages in her mind.
She was a girl... a woman.
She was excited.
Relieved.
But, the Oracle did not warn her.
She forgot for a moment that she needed to "believe" that she was a girl.
She needed to behave.
To herself, she had always been the 'dude'.
To him, too.
Today, he searches borders and boundaries for a suitable 'friend' (that's what they start with, right?)
He asks her for opinions.
He does not notice her.
She is his buddy, the cool dude.
Being a woman isn't all that simple.
Sometimes, it means being over-the-top, loud, boisterous.
Sometimes, it means being shy, reserved, a virgin.
Sometimes, it means being a tomboy... a girl, but not quite... a woman? No Way!
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Yet...
Somewhere down the line, there's a deliberate forgetfulness. I am a girl. (For God's sake, Wake up. You are a girl! )
Never mind how many times she wished otherwise, she is, was and will always be A GIRL, or worse... a woman.
You know what? She felt SICK being 'such a girl'. When she heard all those bastards cat-calling and whistling at the end of road, she often felt like mashing their heads up. When an old frustrated 'genteelman' approached with an 'Angel, Marry Me' offer, she felt as if her life has just reached the borderline. She felt disrespected, disarmed. Helpless.
But when a certain just-a-friend came by with a simple 'Hi, Wassup?', it felt sweetly weird. She could almost feel the heart skipping beats.
That's also part of being a woman, I guess.
To be there, to feel that, and to know that all this were mere fantasies of an impossible future.
Her heart screamed to her: 'He's always so right. You are so happy with him around...'
She wanted to be close to him - mentally, emotionally... physically.
She ignored the warning messages in her mind.
She was a girl... a woman.
She was excited.
Relieved.
But, the Oracle did not warn her.
She forgot for a moment that she needed to "believe" that she was a girl.
She needed to behave.
To herself, she had always been the 'dude'.
To him, too.
Today, he searches borders and boundaries for a suitable 'friend' (that's what they start with, right?)
He asks her for opinions.
He does not notice her.
She is his buddy, the cool dude.
Being a woman isn't all that simple.
Sometimes, it means being over-the-top, loud, boisterous.
Sometimes, it means being shy, reserved, a virgin.
Sometimes, it means being a tomboy... a girl, but not quite... a woman? No Way!
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I badly need a silencer for my mind.
Today's random image:
From behind the Couchphoto courtesy : Himanshu
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