BITCHES

     I don't know what time it is; I'm just sitting here contemplating about the kind of different women we come across at work. No, I'm not talking about the thin, slim, sexy, fat, ugly kindda women. I am talking about the outrageous and contemptible bitchy ones. This is one breed of women that are aplenty everywhere I go. I asked many of my friends about the "bitchy" kindda women and they all agreed that like a very bad plaque they multiply and refuse to go away. It only goes to prove what Kipling said was correct when he said that females are deadlier than males. 

     Honestly I don't know when they started existing historically but I can bet my bottom dollar that they have been around ever since Eve ate of the "Forbidden Tree". Like all things I categorize them into two distinctive groups. There is no in-between group here, like the kind that does not know that they are, in fact, bitches. This ain't no Sabrina the Witch that we are talking about. Hell, I guess what I am trying to say is a Bitch knows that she is a Bitch.

     Number One : These are the kinds that act that they are kind, humble and everything sweet. These are the kinds that are so darn sweet and caring that you will barely notice where it is going. They'll be your shoulder when you cry, they'll be your crutch when you can't walk and they'll be your eyes when you can't see. They'll pay when you don't have money. They will be your agony aunt. They will be there for you and then without issuing any kindda warning B.A.N.G!! B.A.N.G!! They so mercilessly shoot you down. Remember; they shoot, this is the new generation, no stabbing here and they do their dirty deeds with a silencer if you please. Can you believe it? Off course you can... I almost see you nodding your head in acceptance vigorously. 

     Number Two : Kate is a whore. Oh! Sheena, she's a tramp. Samantha looks like a pumpkin. Jessica is blown up tramp of the first degree. When you hear these kindda statements from women, trust me when I say put on your best running shoes and run like you're running after the Olympic Gold which is in the other hemisphere. These are the kind that are in-you-face bitchy. Now who has the liberty, you ask me to be so, what's the word... rude, no the word is uncouth? Well the answer that you get from me is that some are just born with it. Because as far as I am concerned I do not think that it is possible that someone can acquire so much of vice and immorality during one's lifetime. You cannot learn to be evil, it has to come from within. Like you cannot learn to be good, it has to come from within.

     I know there are many people who have been adversely affected because of the existence of this breed of women. Many have fought them off. Many have succumbed to them and there are many who continue to live a quiet and unhappy existence because of them. The very thought that they are somewhere there roaming amongst us is ludicrous. But then there is nothing much we can do. Lets all rise and face them, only this time around I beckon that you face them with a bulletproof vest. All the bitches listen when I say that no-body wants to friends with somebody who is extremely overbearing and bossy. Learn now and be more kind. Learn now NOT to use malignant trickery to climb up the corporate ladder. Learn now to be genuinely friendly. Learn now or forever be doomed to loneliness. Be friends, companions and partners; NOT BITCHES. (6)

Break Ups

     Breakups. Lets face it 99.9% if the breakups that we face are horrendous, nasty and extremely awful. I could go on and on about the way the way that we feel when we break up. Incase of breakups I think that there are three kinds of people. 

     The first kind are the "I F*#$@%! don't care" kind. The first kind is the kind that has an attitude that can win them the world. They are bold, witty, clever and are not afraid to step into the world alone. The break up does not even come so close to making them think that they will never be with that person again. It might be that they never get themselves too involved or even if they do they have a very strong mind frame that it is not the end of the world or what I think is most probable is that they are simply not bothered. Not bothered because they are just "having fun" or because the relationship has just been so strenuous and taxing that the break up is but welcome. 

     Then there is the kind who is simply, lets say, egocentric. They are the kind who believes that it is the soul industry for the other person to brood because he is above it. Sometimes they brood privately, not letting the world know what they are going through because he can't be seen in public crying. I mean what would happen to the "macho" image if he did so, what would happen to the "strong girl" outer exhibition to the public. Nobody would ever want to ruin the image that they have so laboriously and arduously built. And there are some simply narcissistic. They are so self-absorbed that they don't even realize that they have lost their love. "Loves Labour Lost" and he doesn't even know it.

     And then finally there is the kind that brood and brood and brood. Not a very good to belong to, trust me. I know because I belong to this group. We think and we question. Not a very good combination, I say. Sometimes we blame the situation and the circumstances. Sometimes the other person, Sometimes ourselves (not a very good practice). Sometimes God. Sometimes Karma. Sometimes that dress we wore. My point is that at a certain point we begin to blame everything. Why did it happen?Was I not good enough for him? Is it so easy for him to get over me? Was I just a whimsical figure for him? How can he just walk out and start living a normal life without me again? Did I not love him enough or according to his standards? Did not make food for him even though I was tired, while he was watching his favorite game? Did I not go to watch that stupid action movie instead of Devil Wears Prada, when it would have been an unforgivable sin to watch something over it? Why, What, When, Where and How these are the questions that will haunt our kind for a very very long time. 

     I think that our problem is that we try to look for answers, too many answers to be precise. And often times we answer what we want to hear, totally ignoring the truth. We tend to keep on repeating these same questions over and over again. We replay each and every thing that that passed on between the two of us during the course of time when we were together. Everything seems dull, lifeless and monotonous. We begin to believe that there is going to be no one else like him. Everything that you do reminds you of him. When you walk down the roads where you walked together you remember the talks that you had and how you walked together hand in hand. When you watch TV there is no more fighting over ESPN and Star World. Your apartment is abnormally and oddly dirt free and untainted. And we hand to our memories like they were more important than diamonds and our lives. we keep on thinking about the good times that we had and we refuse to move forward. We think that we cannot live without him. But, unknowingly, we are already living without them. Miserably enough but all the more we are living. It's just a matter of time before we move forward. In my case it took me well over three years to get over this one guy. I know I know sounds pathetic. :-)Some take less time. Some take even more time. All that matters is that we rise after our experiences and embrace our lives, our new love and ourselves with new enthusiasm and face life with a pragmatic view.

     

The world at her feet.

     3 inch Jimmy Choo Heels, Guess top,  Tommy Hilfiger denims, volumes of Maybelin mascara on her eye lashes,Yves Saint Laurent lipstick, Chanel watch, Juicy Couture bag in her hand, Smelling very much like Versace Bright Crystal and, yes, hair smelling great and prim and proper. And that was not all she had a wardrobe that would put Paris Hilton to shame. A big apartment all to herself  furnished with a television set, a home theatre, a fridge, a MacBook and all things that are required to pamper and fit for a princess. She had perfumes and attires to match her every need, occasion and mood; off course. Go out partying, have fun with friends, drink like a fish, smoke like a chimney, eat gourmet food. Getting ready for a party was a ritual that had to be followed religiously. Let me explain : Get up late in the evening then take a shower and head for the L'Oreal Parlor, get a pedicure and manicure, set her hair, get her make up on according to the colour of the dress and the place where she will be heading to. Arrive at the party in style. If this guy is not available to take you out, then what are Tom, Dick and Harry for! If her friends to not have enough funds to pay for their expenses, do not worry Kerry is here to the rescue. Just swipes her card and, yes, don't even think of saying "thank you" or returning it back the deal is you go partying with her next Saturday Night. Sometimes when she would feel miserably bored to see if anyone was free; if they were not she ventured out alone and come back home hours later with her hands loaded with bags from Guess, Espirit, Puma, Dorabjee's and all the best things that money could buy. Had no worries to cook because her food was always ordered from the best restaurants, today Chinese, tomorrow Mexican and then Italian. The thing that she did not know how to cook was one thing because if she wanted there were people aplenty who were ready to help her start cooking . She had all that a girl would dream of. The best of all, that is. No worries, no woes. I mean wouldn't you give everything to be in her place? Think twice before you answer though; that's a tricky one...