Just like that

I supposedly have a mans brain trapped in a womans body!!!

Yup ahaaan, I know what ur thinking and nooooo I'm not a transvestite and neither am I a tom boy (even though I was called that by one of my friend, who believes in speaking only the truth, only to me and only when it hurts me).
Anyway how did I come to discover this?? By a 5 question quiz which appered in one of the late night TV shows. I dont exactly remember what the questions were but it generally dealt with cars, sex, logic and stuff!

I was'nt exactly sure whether I should be happy or sad, after the results were announced.
So I did what I always do, presented this dilemma to a friend and he gave me this "Are you WHaCKed?" look. I should have stopped there, but nope the 'never say die sherpa' in me went ahead and explained the reason as to, why I came to his conclusion?
After a brief moment of what looked like he was thinking, (rather was just checking out this thing in short skirts) he said "You are the perfect WO/MAN". This time it was my turn to give the "Are you WHaCKed?" look back to him, but since he was driving I just asked 'why' ?
Then came the gyan....... I'm a rare soul which every man dreams of and which every woman wishes for........ I think like a man a and feel like a woman!!

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Well I had to give this pause to let the reality sink in, people.


There are all the tell tale signs if u ask me -
I joke like a man and I laugh like a woman
I beat-up people(read men) like a man and feel sorry later like a woman (ok now put those hands down guys...both of 'em)
I eat like a man and I burp like a woman (except once)
I talk like a man but I walk like a woman
So...... the final analysis is that "I think like a man and feel like a woman"


I'm what the worlds been waiting for, guys. Well apart from a tax free society ofourse!!
No more 'what women want?' and 'why men are such pigs?' kinda questions!
No more Martian, Venusian, Andulasian deviations.

I really have'nt worked out the consequences of this discovery yet, but I'm sure it involves words like-
future, race, no nonsense, humorous, ultra intelligent, super cool, like Lynate...!!

Anyway be assured guys that, I aint gonna let all this get to my head, I'm still gonna be the same old Lyn, just that now you will have to contact my secretary to take an appointment to meet me : )

Quarter Life Crisis

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going

along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many

things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You

start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or

two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are

now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those

friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the

greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost

touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't

recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really

cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as

you.

You look at your job...and it is not even close to what you

thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and

realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and

that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing

and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you

realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are

constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and

what isn't.

One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh

and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and

scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and

cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the

past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to

do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could

do such damage to you. Or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't

meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or

maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure

out why you are doing this because you know that you aren\'t a bad

person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting

wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go

through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk

with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to

make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and

making a life for yourself.....and while winning the race would be

great, right now you\'d just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to

it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as

hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.


----By an anonymous kindred soul



When I read this it seemed like as if someone stalked me day and night and wrote these lines. Then I realised that quite a few of us are stuck here, being twenty something..... where the carefree years are gone and the bright but sometimes bleak future beckons!


Thanks Ajay for forwarding this to me decades ago

Instant literature

This was written by my good friend Sunayana and it was too good to be left in my comment box.


Down the memory lane

Yesterday- when i look back
i give myself a smile
what pleasant memories
that make it worth a while

sit there nostalgic
thinking of all things old
oh yes they were fun
and can be a zillion times retold

footprints in the sand
i hear that old familiar tune
takes me down memory lane
to graduation day- that june!

old days were old days
complete carefree with all bliss
but until i move tomorrow past them
i wont realise their worth which i'd miss



Thanks Su :)

Down memory lane

Was talking to an old friend today and man did it feel good. What is it with these old friends :)?
(aka chaddi dosths)
These are the guys who were there on those boring sunday noons when i needed to get through all that vela time. Later spent playing kirket on the road or just 'hanging around', those lovely moon lit evenings spent crooning on the guitar on someones terrace a, those hungry mornings spent sharing a 1 by 2 coffee or a 'benne masssalle' in Sandarshini- with those memorable butter stains on the roof, aimed to precision by our top notch 'benne' shooters- (Now u know why they give butter on masala dosa), when kallekai was our staple diet and we swore by Gandhi seats in theatres....
Those much awaited birthday parties when we made sure the 'cheap guest' would get a free facial and conditioning, the games, the pjs, the music, the noise, the (live)frogs and lizards wrapped as gifts, the unadulterated fun....life was totally bindaas!

Now work has taken precedence over everything, no time for a quiet coffee or a rendezvous on someones terrace.
Its hard to get everyone together.
Some married, some abroad, some just plain disinterested!!
But then the memories are worth it, are'nt they?