To be or not to be....is not the question anymore

There are more important, much more confusing, oh-so-demanding and course-of-life-changing questions one needs to answer these days. Well, not 'these days' literally but days when a mid twenties, Career oriented, super-ambitious, single, confused woman has to deal with overwhelming arranged marriage scenes with her folks, with a sooooooooper bitch at work and at a generally unclear point in life. Ugh. This is so not me. But it is true. Days are over when I would pretend this was happening to someone else and that I will just get up and go back to my own happy and content life whenever I want to. Not gonna happen. Reality has finally sunk in. And it is so so so not fair. First there is the arranged marriage thing. Very recently, after numerous sad little meetings with prospective grooms and families, my childhood thought of 'arranged marriage is so much better' died and 'wish I was smart enough to get a life AND a guy' thought took over. But who else is to be blamed, but the smart ass - myself? I was the miss-know-it-all who laughed on you in school when you had your 1st boyfriend. I was the jerk who ridiculed you in college when you lost sleep over some guy and/or relationship. I was the bitch who lectured you at work about how important a career is over some stupid guy and how shortsighted you are being when you gave more importance to looowe life over a career. Laugh on me now - all of you. Because I declare here, that though being single is still the best for me, there is a time in your life when you have to have to have to get married, this way or the other. 'This way' being the love marriage way, which I so much prefer now to the 'that way' of arranged marriage. I feel like the last dinosaur man, seriously. Aaargggh!

Work is another thing. I've been lucky enough to have worked with the best people ever till now. TILL NOW. Not anymore. I don't even want to start this subject because I'm exceptionally pissed with the bitch. The fat bitch. The ugly fat bitch. The ugliest fattest bitch of the century. You get the point.

I am so disoriented I want to change my city. My relationship status and financial status seems to be going no where so I thought I'll evolve my career. ha! And the bitch too, is a tiny reason. Really, I might just kill her one day and land up in the prison with no career. I'd want to pass that situation. Plus maybe a new city will give me some direction. Or at least will take off the pressure temporarily. I'm hoping it would. Some might think of this as running away, but who cares? I can do with some running anyway to fit into the Guess top I got for my birthday. hehe

Okay end.

I'll keep you pissed. Oh, posted.

Ta!

Valentine’s Day is lame. Birthdays are not...

So this year I’ve decided to not let the lame Valentine’s Day overshadow my birthday. I’m not sure if you understand the pain of being born on 14th of February, and you never will if you are not born on the 14th of February, so just take my word for it. It is bad.

Reasons why a birthday on the V Day sucks:

• On birthdays generally only you are excited and feel special. On a birthday that is on the V Day, everyone is excited and feels special.
• Everyone is MORE excited about the love day than your birthday
• People keep cheezing you off with names like ‘Valentines Girl’, ‘love girl’, blah blah
• Random corny guys who you keep ignoring otherwise can give you flowers on this day on the pretext of birthday and you find it hard not to accept
• Everytime you get a birthday wish call, it is combined with a ‘happy Valentine’s day’ as well and you have to say ‘Same to you!’
• You cannot take your friends out because of the fear of muthalik putting you behind bars or worse, getting you married right on the streets with any random guy who has come to wish you, maybe the above mentioned flower-giver. Yuk.
• If at all you go out with friends to celebrate the birthday, say in a pub – and you are obviously dressed in your best possible (hello, it’s your birthday for chrissake) – people in that pub think you are a wannabe who is all decked up for the Valentine’s day. Cheap people.

Sigh. So now you see? But anyway, this year my birthday is going to be as normal as anyone else’s birthday which is not on Valentine’s Day. I had a blast last night at one of my dearest friend’s place (whose house i’m totally in love with) with a set of friends. The birthday song happened, cake happened, the cake-on-the-face happened and by the end of it I was completely high on my birthday spirit. And I got carnations. J And 2 stylish friends gave me a super sexy top from Guess which I totally adore but will be able to wear in public only after I lose like a 1000 kg of weight. And the calls that you get at 12am – they give you such an awesome on-cloud-9 feeling, no? All in all, the birthday eve and starting was very impressive, I must admit. Lets see how the rest of the day unfolds. I’ll sleep again for a while now and wake up fresh. You guys have fun with the e-card below!