My latest addiction.

I think about you night and day. See what your latest updates are. Look out for anything that is related to you. I think I have a major crush on you. It has even got to a point where now I dream of you :)
If that's got you curious enough, No, this is not some guy I am talking about. Nope. Not today. Not this time. This time it is...........

A girl!
Just kidding. ;) Not.
Not not.
Aah I think I killed the joke. Anyway.

It is this stupid crazy obsession I have with make-up. If you've known me, even for a few hours, you so cannot relate that to me. At all. Ever. Never. But....You Never say Never! :)) (Stupid song btw)

So here's a picture of what I considered makeup sometime back. A hint of lip-gloss, some eye-liner and loose powder would all you could get me to wear. Forcibly or willingly. That's it. Just those things.
Even to a wedding. Or some major dress-up event.
This be all of it.--------------------->




And now. Look at what this girl has become. A crazy make-up maniac. On the loose.

This is all my make-up that I own. As of this week that is. :D
I feel there's so much more that I don't have. I'm going shopping next week. ;) And the crazy part is, I don't feel like stopping. It's like why did I miss out on all this all these years. There's so much you can do. So many variations. So many colors. And it all looks awesome on anybody. Like, anybody can look like a star. With a LOT of this stuff, of course. ;)

Here's what it can do:

From plain janes to bombs. Don't get distracted.
Concentrate only on the make up. On her FACE.

I just love their eyes. They all look so good!
 

JLo's Smoky eyes. Ooooh.
Wow, I can't believe it's me saying things like this ;)

I know a lot of you may not agree with me. You might say beauty lies in simplicity. Sure. If you think someone looks good even without it, nothing can beat that compliment :) Plus, you can't wear make up everywhere, every time. It's times when you want to look good and feel good. I think it gives a very polished look and shows that you care enough for the occasion to be well-dressed.

This is for those kind of people who think stars are from heaven.

Anybody can look good if they wanted to. You can't force them. It's not in your hands. And it is stupid to gawk at pretty girls, compare us to them and think we are just home-bred chickens( ghar-ki-murgis ). I could be anything I WANT. I could look as good as HER.

If I wanted to..

Heaven

Looking at those photographs, they turn around and make me laugh. 
Oh my God! Is that the way I looked! :O 
And all those memories flooding back in. The first year of college. The excitement. 
The ragging. The struggle to make an impression. New friends. Fitting in. Labs. Classes. Comments. Getting thrown out of class. Settling in. Getting to know people better. Those gang of stupid guys who sweet talk with you and talk shit behind you- you know it, but you still can't do anything about it. Those stares you get when you walk by. The poker- face you put on when you pass by, secretly enjoying the attention. :)


Bunking classes. Bribing the watchman to let you out of college. The long walk, riding the bus, shared-auto or whatever ride you get- reaching the movie theatre just in time. Going home late and making up excuses. Getting caught and being grounded. ;)
Those mass bunks. Getting yelled at the next day. Those endless smses sent.Those forwards that you have to forward to your whole contact list. Your first pillion ride at 100 kmph. Learning how to drive a bike. Yelling at someone else, even when it was you who rammed your bike into them. Those coaching classes. Those last minute preparations. The customary burning of the midnight lamp. Dozing off a zillion times but managing to finish the syllabus JIT. The endless wait for the exam results. Convinced that you are gonna fail. And then go out and celebrate when you actually pass (the icing on the cake is when you've topped the class). Promises that you'd visit a temple. Unkept promises. Arguments. The birthdays. The college canteen. Crazy pranks. Laughing so hard that you cry. 


Everybody starts off with hating college and complaining about it. I was no different. And I never thought a day would come and I'd feel this way, but I miss college!

Priceless Expressions

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it!

Old is gold

From the number of couples I see around, looks like old men are in demand. Lots of cases, the guy's 45 and the wife's 25.. I wonder how they connect.
"When I was your age...."
"But this is how it is nowadays.."
would be a part of so many conversations.
I honestly can't think of anything appealing enough, but on second thoughts, some of the possibilities could be:

1. Maturity. Girls tend to mature much earlier than boys. So if you are looking for someone who you can look upto for advice/ solutions you'd have to marry an older guy. If you've aged too soon, then the 45 year old would seem like the right one for you.
2. Stability: Someone old would already have settled down and is well past the early struggles in life. Work/marriage(s)/kid(s): been there done that. So if you like your husband ready-to-go, then tada!
3. Looks: Men tend to look better as they age. So, could be, maybe it was the looks.
4. Good in bed: Yeah. All that. Is the best.
5. Money: For the lazy (l)asses in search of self-made gold-mines.

Why a man would want a much younger wife:

1. Easy(!) to comprehend(?).
2. Caring: Here's, your medication, dentures and walking stick, hon.
3. Low maintenance. Happy with flowers, bags, shoes. By the time comes to buy the rest, he'd probably be dead.
4. Get to be the boss: I have seen far many seasons than you. Trust me, I know better.
5. No wrinkles or stretch marks.

As long as you're happy.
Young or old,
White or black,
Whatever floats your boat.

A larger pair of shoes

I feel old. I'm losing hair, it's turning gray, and I'm not even in my mid-twenties! :O
The past one year has sped up my aging process. Last year this time, mentally I was 5 years old. Now I'm 50. (Weight of wisdom)

So here's my take on life, from the other side of 50:
The parent:
I have to take care of my family. My kids. My house. My work. But no matter how much I do, it's never enough for them. I come back early from office. Just to get demands from the kids. I buy something for them on my trip out, but it is not what they wanted. They're used to getting my gifts all the time. I spend all my time thinking about how I can make my loved ones happier. I'm scared about the bad people in the world. I want them to be miles away from my kids. But I don't know what the kids are up to. They're so secretive about everything. They barely talk to me. And when I try to be a part of their life, I become the villain. I am the control freak. And what do I get in return? Nothing. You never realize that maybe sometimes I want something in return as well. I am not asking you to be indebted to me. No. It is my duty as a parent to love you. But, I want to feel cared for too. I want my kids to feel they're loved and love me back. Sometimes all I need is a hug. A word of thanks. A little love is all that I am asking for.

The other side:
It's not like I don't know what you're doing for us. I see your struggle. I see the office pressure, the commute, the sacrifice. I know you love me. I see it. It's just that sometimes I wish to do things by myself. I need to grow up too. Live life. See what's out there. You cannot keep protecting me from everything that's out there.
So what if I'm the weak one? How else will I know what's not good, if I don't make my own mistakes? You cannot live my life for me.

My take on arriving at a balance is, when you are a parent, let your kids do things that they can do themselves, by themselves. Have you seen the number of spoilt brats around? One mistake parents make is in thinking, Oh he cannot do this by himself, without even letting them try first. And then there never comes a point where they think the kids have grown enough to do that particular work themselves. You are not only making kids lazy, but also instilling in them that someone is there to do it for you.
Kids on their part don't realize just how much their parents do for them until they themselves become parents. They're always expecting something done, as soon as the words are out of their mouth. Realize that if there is something that you can do yourself, never ask someone else to do it for you.

You cannot point your finger at any of them. They're both right, almost. Just that somewhere a line needs to be drawn. No matter how old you are, kids will remain - just that - kids to the parents. The trick is in finding the balance.
Which you achieve when you turn 50 (mentally)

On a related, lighter topic, check out the picture. Sometimes kids know more than their parents. Time for a role reversal then.

Dislikes

A list of qualities that I completely detest in men. I'd hate it if he has even one of these.

• A guy who looks good and KNOWS that he looks good. Oh spare me the airs! 
• Someone who's too worried about his looks. Someone who is in front of the mirror more than his girl. Next, please.
• A guy who thinks he's smarter than he actually is. My God, how do they even get that feeling? Me thinks, they haven't taken a look around and seen what's out there. I wouldn't want to be the one to burst their bubble. Let someone else do it.
• When a guy sees a girl and keeps TURNING to look at her. Come on, that is reeking of desperation! Besides, I can't be that good looking! ;)
• Somebody who won't change his stance in a situation, even when proven to be wrong. It's good to see men who can accept defeat and not crib.
• Is not courteous to a girl. No matter how "equal" the genders get, chivalry is something that should always stay.

Cute little things that you do for me

I randomly came across these pictures here yesterday and thought they deserve some publicity. These are some of my favourites:




Sweet Oranges. A cozy nice home. And the sweetest husband. What more does a girl need.



Good Morning hun!



Honey you're home! Meow.Woof woof.



Aww. The perfect fit!