They were after my life...Not!

I thought they were after my life, they did not let me think otherwise. All the actions, the motives, the way they looked at me proved that they were in fact after my life. There was no explanation other than that, to what was going on. My worst fears had come true. I just turned 25 I intend to live a li’l longer, I thought to myself. Wanted to run away but couldn’t, they won’t let me. All of them were so close, they could hear me breathe, and they could see the sweat rolling down my forehead, my pain was visible through my moistened eyes. I wish they be human enough to give me another chance at life. I realised, if ever pure evil existed it would be in the form of them. I tried fighting, revolting, they won’t let me, were too many of them for me to fight back. But I did not want to give up fighting…. Like a brave soldier I kept on rebelling and fighting till the point of immense exhaustion. Was about to give up and surrender when I saw something in them, some deep rooted rivalry…jealousy… they were not after my life..they wanted something more….
I did not want to believe as the realisation of what they wanted sank in. They were not after my life… they were after my French Pedicure!!!!!! And as a reflex action of a mother saving her baby …as soon as the realisation struck…some unknown force crawled inside me and I yelled “ennnnooouuuugghhhh….leave me and my feet alllloonnneeeee” only to realise that the scream was only in my head. Reality: I said “oouucchhh”. The ladies in the local train gave me indifferent look and I just smiled at them. By the time I decided to do something cruel I had reached my destination… nahi toh unki toh main!

Girlie wants...

“Brain and system were itching to write but nothing was interesting enough until I happened to enter the elevator and look at the mirror!”
I wish that was the opening line! But is not. So am gona write about something really girlie. Still watching Sex and the city-the movie and tears trickling down. Yes I cried! I DONOT CRY in movies. I feel intense stab of emotions but I “do-not” shed tears on movies! But everytime I see “Big chickening out on carrie” scene, something inside me just churns. Until today I thought that I cried all the four times( yeah that’s how many times I have watched the movie) because of carries’ hurt but only today I realised that each time I cried because carrie had her “girlfriends” when Big left her at the altar. When Big meets her in the middle of the road to apologise and tell her that he wants to marry her and she hits him and says “I knew you would do this to me” the Friend hugs her, yells at Big with rage in her eyes in the form of tears and takes her back to the car. And when all of this is happening I cry.
I sure have best friends. Three amazing guys who would three individual times kill The guy like Big, take me in their arms. And sure they would understand what I am going through and blah blah. Maybe all the three of them would offer to marry me to soothe my senses and I know everything would be aright because they are around BUT…. I want girlfriend’s shoulder to cry on, I want to share girlie stuff like “oh that guy’s ass was so cute” and “this guy had a tiny-winny”. And stuff like, that lucky bitch has him he ought to be with me, you won’t believe what happened…I chipped my nail.
I talk stuff with these three men. Stuff like I think I should have bigger boobs and cuter ass. But trust you me.. the reaction they give is not what I want. A girlfriend would always give truthful reaction but the guys’ reaction is “I think you perfect” “you closest to the perfect girl” “meetali tu dil ki bohot acchi hai” “the guy you gona be with is the luckiest” “I have never met a person with such a pure heart” or not even all this, sometimes its just a “umm-hmm”. Two of them love my voice and one pretends to hate it. But I want a reaction like “you know tera tummy bahaar aa raha hai” or “look at your pimples- as big as mount everest”. I want someone who would be jealous of me and me of her in a healthy way. Someone who’d tell me that I am a fashion disaster ( which I am) someone who’d cry when I tell her am getting married ( which is not likely to happen in this birth). Someone who’d be there always…Someone who’d be a girl.
P.S : I am very much straight…I am the definition of straight…if in doubt please refer the article “Sins Personified”. This blog-post is written in the most platonic interests of fraand-preference.