The various species of women

You know what they say about women, can't live with them, can't kill them. (...or was that men?)

The incomprehensible specie.

The confused specie.

The unreasonable, the irrational one.

Each one is different, but they are still al the same.

This post i thought of when i was looking around, studying the various people around me at Law School.

The sociological genius inside of me awoke and i realised that law school has every sort of woman there could be.

Now, we are generalizing here.. but i'm sure you want to know what i'm talking about.

The various kind os women in law school-

The Hottie

Now we have these everywhere. Male attention follows them like a shadow and they love this attention. They are sexy, they are smoldering. And they take your mind to places which shouldn't be mentioned on a public forum.

Sometimes mistaken for The Boyfriend Stealer.

The Girl Next Door

This one's the adorable one. The one who leaves food on your table when she knows you cried yourself hungry to sleep last night. She comes and flashes a smile everyday. You don't know what you're missing till she isn't around one day. And boy, are you glad to have her back?

The Housewife

This is the one with the cleanest room, stocked food shelf and fresh laundered clothing all the time. She does the household shopping and beautifies the room. She wakes you up in the morning with a big smile too.

The Slimy One

This one can't say nice things about other girls. She must downplay them. She must assert only her own awesomeness. She takes stories from one place to another. She'd do anything to get where she wants to be. Not pleasant. Not pleasant at all.

The Flirt

This one's all over the men and does she have the lines or does she have the lines?

She knows what to say and how tro flatter. She's generally cute and if not, at least has quite the attractive personality.

The Insecure One

This one's the cry baby and wants everyone to like her all the time. The insecurity is pissing off so she is generally not that well liked and she cries about it and pisses you off some more.

The Man

I don't think this needs to be defined. i'm sure we're clear here.

The Tomboy

She's hot in her own way. Plays basketball with the boys and prefers shorts and loose tees to any other attire. The boys count her as one among them but always prod her to be a little bit feminine. She is generally the best friend.

The Aadarsh Bharatiya Naari

This one is always in culture shock. She'd rather be married off than see these couples canoodling around the place.

The Boyfriend Stealer

She watches out for the weak moments. She picks out the easy baits. She must steal another woman's man. There's a thrill to it.

The Shy Little One

She's the one with the sweetest smile. She won't talk much but she's just so easy to like.

The Gold Digger

She's out to get the big fish. And she really knows how to do it. Tears and Kisses later. She found hers. Now she just won't leave his side.

The Blonde

The braindead, gorgeous one with everything pink. The boobs cover up for the brains. These have the most fun apparently.

The Wannabe Blonde

This one's not blonde but she really really really wants the world to think she is. Because she wants the male attention. And blondes just have more fun.

The Power Woman

This one's the leader of the pack. The feminist. The one you look up to and the one who gives you notes. She always tops. She has to. Because ambition is what truly defines her.

We did miss out one though because i haven't seen one of these around yet-

The One who Shrieks

She shouts when she's happy, she is shrill when she talks, she's daddy's little princess. She screams when she sees insects. Hostel ites don't do that. But big cities have these all over the place.

Law School, not funny. But still...

Life or the lack thereof in law school gets funny sometimes you know.

Like the guy who fell face down on the slippery walk to the library and had two pretty senior girls laugh in his face.

Like the guy whose girlfriend intimidates him.

Like the guy who snored loudly in a guest lecture today by a professor from Yale.

Like the teacher who has endowment issues. (read:needs to check out how well endowed his students are irrespective of their gender)

Like the prince who wears paragon chappals.

Like crushing a snail and thinking it was a scorpion.

Like getting noticeably fatter because you just came back after a fortnight from home.

Like the girls who just refuse to be girly and have boys telling them to walk right and talk right.

Like reaching the library early enough but finding the relevant shelf ransacked because of the phenomenally geeky people in the batch.

Like nicknames becoming the identity of a person to the extent that people who have known them for years forget their names.

Like concocting stories about teachers' lives because of the serious dearth of entertainment.

Like still writing your blog after writing the million papers due just because you miss your readers.

until next time.

Kisses * :D

Miss Universe and all that Jazz

So,

this gorgeous eighteen year old from venezuela won miss universe. Making it venezuela's sixth and second cosecutive.

for a record, that's phenomenal.

But the background is retarded.

the stupid country is crazy!!!

I mean apart from being anti US and all (not that i think the US is the coolest place on the planet) those people are obsessed (read: *UCKING OBSESSED) with these beauty pageant things. Apparently, they think its the perfect path to fame and fortune.

The Miss Venezuela pageant telecast has 80% viewership and those people sell miss venezuela dolls.

They have academies which train you military style for posture, smile, dance and such other pageant-y things and ensure you win. Yes, they also offer plastic surgery.

I mean, i totally get the importance of external beauty and all but really- this must be one shallow country.

Like there, teenage girls think its normal to have breast implants so they can emulate these living barbie dolls.

Really,

considering the first world is already seeing the sexism in it, (and all of us coming from apes copy the first world anyway)something should be done about it.

or let's just stick to the venezuelan mantra-

"if you have beautiful women(even if the scalpel makes them so), show them to the world"

ooooh jackpot

sometimes, niyati blogs twice a day.

Thats when the readers who keep coming back to her blog hit the jackpot.

this is one of those times :) :P

but this isn't that meaningful.

It's just me making a pathetic attempt at getting people to start reading this blog again.

but really this calvin and hobbes snippet i came across is so true. Check it out-

Calvin - "You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.

Hobbes - What mood is that ?

Calvin - Last minute panic.

A little bit of Bombay

It was always official.

Just reiterating.

Bombay is the only place in the world which I can ever call home.

Really, the city is absolutely gorgeous.

I must quote a friend. (excuse the crass language)

"Bombay is like the whore you keep coming back to."

It fucks you, but you need to come back for another one.

So, I'm in the city for a week or two thanks for the random swine flu vacation that we get from Law School and as always Bombay has lots to offer.

Its Ganpati time so there are pandals that have mushroomed ALL OVER THE PLACE.

You keep complaining about them and the traffic they cause, but the festival isn't complete till you have visited at least one of them. Most of the time its Lalbaugcha Raja.

Considering i have to visit a whole lot of friends who have Ganpati at their place, I also have somthing to do. Which is nice.

But you know what's the best part about the festival apart from the fact that its so bloody lively and everyone's so excited all the time.

You get the warm fuzzy feeling. The kind you get when your favourite cousin is coming to spend a few days at home.

And everyone's all excited. Very "Look who's in town!!" type.

But its not raining. Doesn't feel like Bombay in August.

Global Warming/Climate Change (whatever it is) Sucks.

Its been eventful. The city yet again catalyzed a lot of things in my life, cheered me up and has me all geared up for another session at law school. This time a longer one.

I should let you in on a secret- i know you don't think this was the best post ever, but i'm just trying to become regular again

Much love.

It's Cool Plane Story Time!

So,

you know how some of the coolest stories come from incidents that take place in aeroplanes?

up above the world so high, like a birdie in the sky?

Yup..... I have one more of those.

You don't know the first. So , more doesnt apply to you.

IF you MUST know,

i met one of my best friends on a flight to Paris. Like she was the random stranger who was sitting next to me on the plane and talkative that i am, i talked her ears off.

We just exchanged email ids and lo! We ended up being in St. Xavier's College together for two years :).

So we're cool plane buddies and everything. (Do NOT call us lame. I know you want a plane buddy too!)

Ok, that apart.

Let's now tell you the story, im blogging about.

Now you know home for me is Bombay. Hostel for me is Bangalore.

I was home for the long independence day weekend. And it was time to go back to Law School. I was sad i was leaving home but glad i was going back because i had begun to miss the place thoda thoda.

I checked in my baggage with my friends, finished security check and boarded the plane. The plane took off and an hour and half later, it safely landed at Bengaluru Airport.

Ok, the story is definitely not that boring.

So, the funny part.

Once we landed, i inserted my bangalore sim card back into my phone and switched it on only to be BOMBARDED with messages saying,

"Welcome to Bangalore Guys! :)

I spoke to your Moms fifteen minutes after you boarded.

College is closed for the next twelve days.

Time to go home :)"

So,

we walk out of the plane, take the bags from baggage claim, walk out of the airport towards departures, buy tickets to go back to Bombay immediately. We had a couple of hours so we grabbed a Kaati Roll. Ate, checked in, security check and came straight back home.

So, we travelled to Bengaluru for the purpose of eating a Kaati Roll? One expensive Kaati Roll that was.

And NO. We were not playing "Flight Flight".

So, this is me. Blogging with a lot of louve for my readers. The kind of louve that comes from a good night's sleep, having nothing to do and getting milk in bed, all at home. Home Sweet Home.

PS- miss me 9834y92837402394985 till i post again.

much love.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Nothing really. Like genuinely.

i don't know whether the world has become such a boring place that there is a dearth of things suddenly to write about or havi i just become creatively handicapped!

like all my theories are going for a toss-

take for example the theory which states that the desire to blog is inversely proportional to the number of days to an exam/project submission.

project submission is day after tomorrow and i had to practically force myself to blog today.

oh this post isn't for that-

this one's because-

DO ANY OF YOU WATCH HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER?

Because i am so HOOKED.

i mean, the show is legen...wait for it....dary.

(if any of you did not get the joke you should either shoot yourself or start watching the show)

But the post isn't about that either.

My blog has now become a i-whine-about-my-life-come-listen type of blog.

sort of sad.

but i am not a loser like some of my followers here(read: viraj, vikram, paarth, abhishek) who have just randomly STOPPED blogging because they have no ideas.

come on.

But this post isn't about that.

It's about how i have project submission and i'm blogging.

shoot, i'm going to fail my first course at law school.

(which by the way believes that all its students have super human powers and can multi task so magically that they can easily and wonderfully complete work worth 6 months in 3.)

oh and ya

if any of you have any ideas with respect to what i should blog about tell me.

because i will blog about it.

and you can bask in my awesome-ness :P