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Beauty & Brain

In Dil Se on August 29, 2011 at 3:39 pm

These two words are mostly considered as oxymoron when used for girls. A beautiful girl is mostly assumed to be a dumb and we don’t expect any visual delight from a girl talking sci-fi stuff. A girl with beauty and brain is as rare as a hair over Sehwag’s head. Even if a damsel is one of this kind she becomes too manly to be called as a girl. No wonder there are more blonde jokes than nerdy humors.

But for some people size of bra-in matters more than size of bra. A girl quoting Gandalf is considered hotter than a girl with beach blonde hair. If a girl sends a torrent link on FB then these people are instantly in love with her. They don’t bother about how she looks or dresses or even if she takes a bath every day or not. What matters more is how she can be a pain in ass to your nerdy, self declared Tech-savy friend. They want this girl in their life, They can fantasize to fuck her brains out than to get a free entry to playboy Mansion. for them hotness does not matter as long as she beats you in a game of Scrabble.

The madness over a brainy girl is justifiable. Beauty fades with time but intelligence is refined with age. A person who understands your intellectual and emotional needs gives the greatest pleasure on earth, ‘The Peace of mind’. Imagine the one of your girl friends to whom you can forward a ‘TED’ link and discuss it for hours over the phone or another who is discussing sex and the city and bitching about it’s characters! What will you prefer?

I think society has great contribution in making a beautiful girl dumb. Signs of a girl’s sexual attractiveness gets visible as soon as her t-shirt starts to leave contact of her stomach, and drop freely from her prominent feminine curls. Many hungry male eyeballs stare at her irrespective of her age or relation. More good looking a girl is more she has to face these lolling men. As she grows older she realizes that Men can be slaved by feminine grace and beauty. She tries to preserve her beauty, try to enhance it, she envies anyone who is more popular or beautiful, all her intelligence and brain power works for one goal. Be more popular, more beautiful and get more men to follow her.

Now when so many people are following her, looking up to her owing to her beauty and popularity. A beautiful girl becomes more conscious about her social status and social appearance. She becomes self centered and self pampering. Studies and intellectual upbringing takes a back seat, beauty and fashion takes preference. Adoring parents, over complementing peers and drooling members of society does not let them to learn and live the life hard way. They are always there when she needs any help.Catch her even before she falls.

Dumbness grows and develops like this in early teenage, It becomes prominent when nerdy geeks (males and females alike) make it an issue to overshadow the beauty and defame her. A not so beautiful girl (because of her girly instincts) actually envies her beauty and emotionally harass her. As the time ticks years away things change and life becomes hard, she tries to keep and hold her beauty, her youth and charm. Botox, creams and cosmetic surgeons earn from this helpless struggle. And then when life starts to fall apart, boobs hang and tummy slackens these girl meet their worst fear. “Loneliness”. The depression comes along and finally mental illness.

May be what I am saying here is a bit drastic, little unrealistic and too much dramatic. But look around, see and observe. Why a guy or girl becomes or acts dumb? Why there is more probability of finding a good looking guy or girl dumb? What makes them so ignorant and so negligent about some things so trivial and so obvious? How can you make yourself a bit more presentable and acceptable among your geeky friends? How your over pampered child can sustain the race of higher education? How it can save itself from witty harassment?

I don’t know how many will read this and out of them how many will agree to me. May be I am wrong or may be I think too much. But what ever it is this is what I feel and Writing that matter the most to me!

Are you Mr. Right?

In Dil Se on April 19, 2011 at 2:17 pm

Are you Mr. Right?

This question is oblivious to you being a woman or a man. Yeah girls, even men ask the same question to themselves everyday. A new breed of metro-sexual men who are insecure about themselves ask this question everyday to the mirror. Am I the Mr. Right? Will I be a choice of any Ms. Right? Is someone searching for me right now? Or will I be one of those unlucky 86 (914 sex ratio in India 😦 ) Do I look good? Do I smell good? Why that other guy is so popular among girls and not me?

If you are a guy reading this perhaps the one who stumbled upon this through Google search then see yourself once again. Do you have a big tummy growing around your west because of inactivity in real world? Or Do you spend 80% of your time searching babes on internet and getting high by dirty chatting with them? Do you have phone pals? You can be extremely funny with an online girl-friend but stammer in front of a female receptionist. If you have even one of these characteristics then perhaps some where deep in your mind you know that you are one of those unlucky 86. You know you are not gonna get the girl you yearn for.

Girls, this breed of digital males is increasing these days. Since the time girls have started choosing their mates, males have become insecure. They think there is no point in fighting among themselves when the most eligible female mate can easily be wooed by a non compatible male. Because of this insecurity these males have started to become obsessed by female ideas of perfect male. That is Mr. Right. Now the question arises how to become Mr. Right?

As we know Woman mind is the most mysterious place in universe. Seeking an answer there is like searching for source of light in black hole. And searching for answer to “Mr. Right” question is beyond scope of male brain. So what do males do? They compare themselves with most successful males. TV/Movie stars, Sport stars etc. They try to become like them. Working out, protein diets, facials, make ups, apparels, accessories have become a part of their obsession. They have started taking care of their complexion, hair, diet, figure, looks. They started waxing, plucking, threading, dying. In the race of becoming the Mr. Right they are actually loosing their Macho image.

But then do all these feminine obsession really succeed? Now this is utmost important question to both the sexes who are reading this. Girls/Boys what do you think about a guy who talks about SPF 40 sunscreen better than Petronas W02 car? or a guy who skips a sports bar hang out for an appointment with hair dresser? Surely you gonna doubt about existence of his testicle sack. But then that’s the reality. There are men getting counseling for  after break up depression. Men who are made polygamous by nature why get devastated after loosing one female mate (in most of cases without mating) ? And do you think these are the Males nature will consider for propagating Human species?

Mr. Right is totally a female concept. To become a Mr. Right is like being born from female “Brain” rather than from her womb. If you think you want to be Mr. Right then be yourself. Be Macho, be testorious not like a sissy. I know girls will agree to me when i say they will choose a guy with testicle sack than a guy with make up kit.

On a closing note i would like to quote a Chinese guy from China Town

“Be a Man, Do the Right thing”

I Think i’m in Love

In Her Story on February 5, 2011 at 7:00 pm

My Dear Diary,

You know this cute guy i told ya about, from my office! he is such a stupid guy you know! Total idiot. Today also i tried to talk to him, but don’t know why he just shy away from me! I just don’t like his attitude, But his idiotic reactions make me real crazy about him. I just wish to be with him, don’t know when this will happen 😦

Today also he was in my bus, there was a seat vacant besides me but he just goes in the back seat and goes to sleep at once. I tried to shift in my place just to suggest him “Hey mister, There’s a Seat HERE!”. But no he just likes his window seat and his sleep that’s it. No girls in his life i swear !

Ok, Let’s give him some chance, So i waited till he came to the swipe in queue but then again he takes Stairs to come up, then fumbles with his Bag to take out the card, Then stands there with all his geeky stuff out into open and bewilderment on face! I just laughed my heart out 😛 It was so funny you know! All other my girl friends think he is a flounder, bumping here and falling there, Spilling all his food on shirt, All clumsy Dumsy dusshiiiee he is! He is Jusht Shoo Shweet ya know!! I Love him!!

So i just waited to see his confusion and also till my smile was a bit abated, I walked near him, My heart was ponding in my chest, hair coming on eyes i was so nervous even to go near him; I know my other girl friends say he is an easy catch but i was so nervous, Somehow under my breath i said “good morning” to him! And hurriedly walked past him! I just couldn’t wait for his reply, but i hear None!

Oh Dear Diary! Will he ever notice me 😦

He just didn’t answer Me 😦 my heart was so upset! How can i tell him how much he is cute! I am just not understanding this! Please help me!

You know after that also i just waited out of queue to get a chance to say him ‘Hi’ But then suddenly this Rahul (who BTW know my crush on him) Dashed him from behind and waved me while making face’ Sala Idiot #@$% ! I also replied him, Made face, mockingly waved him! But by the time i look at my cutie pie again he was walking past me! Looking down at floor counting cracks on marble! He just walked! I was just shocked, i just couldn’t say anything I remained there Standing!

Whatever diary I think He just doesn’t want me! There must be someone else in his mind! In his Heart! No place for a girl like ME maybe! I must not think about him now! Let’s get back to work! WHERE is that stupid Time Sheet???

Good Marning Fellas!!

In His Story on February 4, 2011 at 7:00 pm

I enter my office. Sleepy with 45 mins bus ride, takes stair to climb up 4 floors. The breath is heavy, mind is confused. I fumble with my bag to search for the swipe card. The card comes out with all junk from the bag, mobile charger, head phones, data cord all entangled with swipe card strip. I somehow manage to take the card out, people in the queue of swiping start yelling at me to do it fast. They go past me to swipe it in time, my juggling with all the stuff intensifies. I feel like a retarded child.

And then suddenly when I have all contents of my bag out of it entangled like small intestine she comes, shimmering with most pleasant smile ever. The world suddenly starts moving in slow motion. Yelling people in queue fade out in blurriness. Ticking clock of swipe machines waits a moment more to tick out next second. Looking down with shying eyes she tucks her hair behind her ear. And smiling through corner of her lips she walks past me. I hear a faint “Good Morning” amongst the commotion flying into my ear. I am transfixed.

That greeting transforms me. The retarded child standing with his broken toy suddenly transforms in to a devil with opened up intestine of a dead man in hand. Chest swells, biceps bulge out, tummy goes in and shoulders spread wide. With the gesture of owner of the company I swipe in on the machine. It approves with a long beep. I turn around with bag on shoulder and pride in heart to greet her back and walk down with her through the corridor to cubicle.

And there she is, standing a bit away from queue, elegantly balancing her purse on shoulder, waves at me. I am on heaven.  I lift my hand to wave her back but just then a giant arrogant bull dodges me from behind. I look at him with as much rage I can summon in my eyes. But he just walks by unheeded by my malicious look. I am angry on him. He continues to walk down straight towards her.

She smiles at him. Fanatically Waves her hand to catch his attention. I feel like left alone in the world. I feel like everyone around me has seen my idiotic assumption of her waving at me. Giving me some recognition. Greeting me, smiling at me. I feel ashamed. I return back to my being a bullied donkey.  Shoulders down, eyes scanning the cracked tiles. I continue my walk through the corridor towards the cubicle. I am too embarrassed to look up.

I walk to my cubicle sits down on chair, turns on the PC and pushing aside Image of her smile I start checking out my Time sheet!

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