Shall we Dance!!!!!

I love Richard Gere.. he’s suave, sexy, infact he is what a man should be… I loved Pretty woman and I loved “Shall we dance”- I know I`m a couple of years late in saying this but still… better late than never… I`m into mushy corny English movies these days… But this one was not corny and it was not really a romatic movie… infact i`m surprised why imdb.com says the movie is about husband wife relationship… I think that was the last thing on the writer’s mind when he wrote it…

As far as I`m concerned I think if there was any relationship the movie featured then it was a relationship a man has with himself… Every person has their own personal emotional prisons and we live and die inside them… this movie was about breaking loose… it was about “feeling guilty for wanting to be happier”. We all do it, we spend our lives finding reasons to be happier, reasons in your spouse in your kids in your job… but never once we look inside ourselves, never once do we trust ourselves… it’s a question I have no answer to… Perhaps it’s because all of us don’t want to be selfish… we want to be happy, but we need others to find that happiness within us and that’s what makes all of us happy.

The movie is beautiful... in the truest sense of the word… it dares to answer a lot… but many people don’t ask the questions this movie tries to answer… Richard Gere is awesome and when he tells his wife that one thing he is proudest of is that she is happy with her… that is the most sincere thing anyone can tell you… he was not telling her he loved her… he was telling her he treasured her… he gave her a reason to be and to love him…

Well the movie made me wanting to dance again… it made me nostalgic and it made me happy… for this movie atleast don’t take it on a face value its much much more than what it seems…

Women & Losers

Now that i`m bak on my feet…. I have a trouble… i've just completed 25 years of my existence on this planet and I have had 2 very serious and very complicated relationships… and as a result of both I have a 2 very worried progenitors…. They need me and want me to get married… trouble is I like my life… and I love the freedom… so much so people don’t want to believe `m the part of the female gene pool…
Someone said a very typically MCP, but still an interesting, thing to me… ‘I don consider you a girl… I think of you as an equal’ - ooops… I know a million ladies will be up in arms on this… but it got me thinking… why?? Is it because I love the freedom I have… or because `m oblivious to the world… or because i`m a lill too liberal… don know... but is it a good thing?? Well even if its not I don care…
But who is a woman… you are screwed if you think of her as a weepy, silly, beautiful species… not that she is not all this, she is… but she is a lot more…
God help you if you mess with a lady…. I guess even he wont help you… because if he oes he will probably need to run for cover
She is silly, but only so you can feel good about urself… her wits and her brains are a secret weapon and so are the tears… you wont even know they were their till you get royally fucked… some wont even realize after that…
Beauty is something we cant even talk about… when the competitor is a big broad hairy fellow… who wont know grace if it sat on his face… we cant help but being beautiful…
Sometimes I wonder what if I were a guy… all I could do is thank god i`m not… being a woman is the best thing that can ever happen to you… love it and live it…
For all the MCP’s over there including the one who made me write all this- always remember-
If man is a head, woman is the neck

P.S: to prove my womanhood I have 22 pairs of shoes to show for it

Mi$$ing my Love Story

Recently I had a break up. Probably the most beautiful relationship of my life came to an end. I loved and enjoyed and laughed and was very very happy. I hope I can say the same for him too… he was happy as well in much lesser degrees though but he was atleast happy..

Well now that the breaking up period is over and `m back on my feet, I observe things about the relationship I never thought much about.

I miss someone to talk to, whom I can call at 4:00 a.m. and he wont be angry, I miss having someone to drag around for parties or dinners. I miss getting dressed up for someone and most of all I miss the anticipation of him coming to meet me or me going over there.

There are a load of things that I miss. I miss the glow on my face which was there when I looked at him. I miss feeling beautiful. I miss having to eat Indian food just because he wont have anything else. I miss the way we cluttered up the place where we stayed even if it was for one night, it was so messy it was like our footprint.

I miss talking about him, and I miss sharing his plans and making them for him. Most of all I miss ‘US’ more than I miss him and more than I miss me when I was with him.

It was beautiful and I wish I can always remember the beauty of it.