Belgaum is a small place. A typical tier two city. No great shakes. People are fine. System is laid back. And a lot of hosue wifes are out searching for the next hip thing. Very normal.
In a peaceful place like Belgaum when some event that is remotely considerate is held, creates a lot of buzz. Case in point – Women's Day's Celebration's per party. The best day to do so is on a Sunday. Working women can also attend and working husbands can get some alone time with the other misuses – Cricket. These days the other lady is looking hot. Decked up with glitzy and provocative world cup and everything. So this considerate event was held at a near by event lawns, mostly rented for high end marriage celebration for fancy people to blow up their black money in the form of all-nigh-long-fireworks.
Usually I don't miss these 'events' even if I have to pay for the entry. Where else can you find so many women, wondering about in the commercial garden of Eden - trying to get in touch with the Eves inside them. But this happened to be a 'Women Only' event. “So Nazi-feminist” I could say. But I didn't. I guess people who have a big hard-on for feminism should refrain from committing such mortal sins. So I kept my mouth shut and my ass away from jumping the fence.
I don't think there was any entry fee and such. Plus the Venue was close by. My Mom and Sister did part-take. Usually they don't. But when Women's Day is on a Horizon. No invitation is Trivial.
Once they were back. Their observation where pretty much what one could guess. There was Some Singing and Dancing Area. Some Food Stalls. Make-up and Accessories Centers. You get the Idea. Every lady was being free and high on being herself. The spirit of Ya-Ya Sisterhood; enjoying some away-time from the hungry, lustful and judgmental eyes of the darker kind (Men - Not generalizing here Bro, Not you. Some Men.)
But what caught my curiosity was the mention for Fat Diagnostic Center in the Happy Girly Land.
I knew what was coming. For those who don't. This is how it is goes - The ladies present in at the Womens' Happy Event were having a nice time. You know Sipping on some chocolate shake, munching on some Cadbury's Temptations, But every beautiful soul there was suddenly made conscious of their existence by this mean, evil, Fat Diagnostic Center. All it does is, take a happy lady make her stand on the most dreaded instrument – the Weighing Scale. Then take her height reading, then her waist reading and in doing so take her happiness away. Permanently.
Then that devil gives the poor soul an record of how miserable her life is, liposuccionally. There is actually a column where a women writes her actual age, and after all the analysis, the sadistic creature writes the age her body is living/experiencing. i.e how old her body has become, which is usually more than 7-12 years than the real age.
Now you may wonder why would somebody do that, what joy can anyone draw out your suffering. What kind of a person would go to such great lengths to turn your perfect sense of self-esteem (and self-weight) upside down? The answer exactly what you think it is. THE WEIGHT MANAGENET GURUS. Selling their weight management Product.
It's no secret that Women are very innocent when it comes to their personal stuff. And the world has been exploiting this vulnerability of theirs to get the most profit. These co(<-&uking, good-for-nothing weight management imbeciles of human beings ensure you are convinced about your body being fat full beyond repair and the only way you can have some sort of existence is if you push their saw-dusty product down your throat and starve your self to insanity.
I saw the fat chart given to my perfectly healthy mother and sister. (Mom also got a 70% discount on the fat check up because she is of a certain age. Yappie! W.T.Holy.F!) It had profit written all over it.
The slim devil had so cunningly put in the numbers and so successfully manipulated his way in convincing that the perfect health is a Myth. The trick deployed is very simple. Every health chart has three basic columns.
1. Particulars – Height, Age, BMI etc.
2. Ideal Measurements/Readings.
3. Measurement/Readings of the Poor Soul.
No. 1 and No.3 are truths. And the second is what these Shaana Gurus adjust to make you feel miserable.
The question here is not how we get fooled or are led to believe these less than perfect things about us. The Bigger questions is why do we allow it to. May be our need for Drama in our Life. (But as Singha would Say: "Wow Kaahni Phir Kabhi")
If you are a Lady reading this - Don't believe everything a slim trim nosy bitch sales girl tells you about your Weight and Figure. She is just doing her job, It's temporary for her, but the remarks you will receive might not be so. If you think you are beautiful. You are. I you think you are Fat. You most definitely are. Deal with it, but in a humane way. Think for your self and research on healthy and quality methods to reduce weight. Most efficient stuff is very inexpensive. Don't starve and keep yourself away from chocotale. Chocotale is a necessity. I hear ya Sista. Loose if you have to. Get all Nicky Bakshi on your ass. Go Hot and Sexy for your self, but not for the World, not for some Idiot who refuses to see you. But for Your own freaking Self. And have a Rocking Women Day. Not a guilt free one. Because there is no guilt in the first place to be Guilt-free. Also, just by the fact that you are a woman, You are Beautiful. It's your entitlement. Your freaking Right. Don't let any dick tell you Different.
And if you are Guy who thinks that Flat abs on a girl is hot. Get your head out of your Media whooped ass. Go a little Grown-Up and Scientific. You will find out that being well rounded is not only Nice for a women but also extremely critical for her fulfilling existence. I am not talking on the lines of Silk Smita's MRF tires & thighs or anything. Just a little ladyly. If it gets you hard, think about it as 'More to Love'.
Because in the end, more than the Angels need us. We need them.
In a peaceful place like Belgaum when some event that is remotely considerate is held, creates a lot of buzz. Case in point – Women's Day's Celebration's per party. The best day to do so is on a Sunday. Working women can also attend and working husbands can get some alone time with the other misuses – Cricket. These days the other lady is looking hot. Decked up with glitzy and provocative world cup and everything. So this considerate event was held at a near by event lawns, mostly rented for high end marriage celebration for fancy people to blow up their black money in the form of all-nigh-long-fireworks.
Usually I don't miss these 'events' even if I have to pay for the entry. Where else can you find so many women, wondering about in the commercial garden of Eden - trying to get in touch with the Eves inside them. But this happened to be a 'Women Only' event. “So Nazi-feminist” I could say. But I didn't. I guess people who have a big hard-on for feminism should refrain from committing such mortal sins. So I kept my mouth shut and my ass away from jumping the fence.
I don't think there was any entry fee and such. Plus the Venue was close by. My Mom and Sister did part-take. Usually they don't. But when Women's Day is on a Horizon. No invitation is Trivial.
Once they were back. Their observation where pretty much what one could guess. There was Some Singing and Dancing Area. Some Food Stalls. Make-up and Accessories Centers. You get the Idea. Every lady was being free and high on being herself. The spirit of Ya-Ya Sisterhood; enjoying some away-time from the hungry, lustful and judgmental eyes of the darker kind (Men - Not generalizing here Bro, Not you. Some Men.)
But what caught my curiosity was the mention for Fat Diagnostic Center in the Happy Girly Land.
I knew what was coming. For those who don't. This is how it is goes - The ladies present in at the Womens' Happy Event were having a nice time. You know Sipping on some chocolate shake, munching on some Cadbury's Temptations, But every beautiful soul there was suddenly made conscious of their existence by this mean, evil, Fat Diagnostic Center. All it does is, take a happy lady make her stand on the most dreaded instrument – the Weighing Scale. Then take her height reading, then her waist reading and in doing so take her happiness away. Permanently.
Then that devil gives the poor soul an record of how miserable her life is, liposuccionally. There is actually a column where a women writes her actual age, and after all the analysis, the sadistic creature writes the age her body is living/experiencing. i.e how old her body has become, which is usually more than 7-12 years than the real age.
Now you may wonder why would somebody do that, what joy can anyone draw out your suffering. What kind of a person would go to such great lengths to turn your perfect sense of self-esteem (and self-weight) upside down? The answer exactly what you think it is. THE WEIGHT MANAGENET GURUS. Selling their weight management Product.
It's no secret that Women are very innocent when it comes to their personal stuff. And the world has been exploiting this vulnerability of theirs to get the most profit. These co(<-&uking, good-for-nothing weight management imbeciles of human beings ensure you are convinced about your body being fat full beyond repair and the only way you can have some sort of existence is if you push their saw-dusty product down your throat and starve your self to insanity.
I saw the fat chart given to my perfectly healthy mother and sister. (Mom also got a 70% discount on the fat check up because she is of a certain age. Yappie! W.T.Holy.F!) It had profit written all over it.
The slim devil had so cunningly put in the numbers and so successfully manipulated his way in convincing that the perfect health is a Myth. The trick deployed is very simple. Every health chart has three basic columns.
1. Particulars – Height, Age, BMI etc.
2. Ideal Measurements/Readings.
3. Measurement/Readings of the Poor Soul.
No. 1 and No.3 are truths. And the second is what these Shaana Gurus adjust to make you feel miserable.
The question here is not how we get fooled or are led to believe these less than perfect things about us. The Bigger questions is why do we allow it to. May be our need for Drama in our Life. (But as Singha would Say: "Wow Kaahni Phir Kabhi")
If you are a Lady reading this - Don't believe everything a slim trim nosy bitch sales girl tells you about your Weight and Figure. She is just doing her job, It's temporary for her, but the remarks you will receive might not be so. If you think you are beautiful. You are. I you think you are Fat. You most definitely are. Deal with it, but in a humane way. Think for your self and research on healthy and quality methods to reduce weight. Most efficient stuff is very inexpensive. Don't starve and keep yourself away from chocotale. Chocotale is a necessity. I hear ya Sista. Loose if you have to. Get all Nicky Bakshi on your ass. Go Hot and Sexy for your self, but not for the World, not for some Idiot who refuses to see you. But for Your own freaking Self. And have a Rocking Women Day. Not a guilt free one. Because there is no guilt in the first place to be Guilt-free. Also, just by the fact that you are a woman, You are Beautiful. It's your entitlement. Your freaking Right. Don't let any dick tell you Different.
And if you are Guy who thinks that Flat abs on a girl is hot. Get your head out of your Media whooped ass. Go a little Grown-Up and Scientific. You will find out that being well rounded is not only Nice for a women but also extremely critical for her fulfilling existence. I am not talking on the lines of Silk Smita's MRF tires & thighs or anything. Just a little ladyly. If it gets you hard, think about it as 'More to Love'.
Because in the end, more than the Angels need us. We need them.
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