Once upon a time

Jugni wanted all the love dovey, the stars, the magic and the moon. Well, what she got was a different story; apart from the grey hair that refuse to color. Oh! Why did the obstinate gene along with the stubborn streak all pour out on the hair? Jugni had tried everything but it just did not want to be tamed. Maybe all the repressions were being manifested in a sublime way in the hair. And that was enough for Freud to analyze on.

Every girl, every woman is brought up on a steady of romantic chocolate romance, where we all want to be wooed, to be given flowers, romantic walks at night minus the machhar, and the crazy spider thread that invariably winds up one’s face (I am sorry being such a kill the romance mood; but hey someone needs to have a reality check).

I along with every woman on the planet want that ooh sexy voluptuous figure, the perfect complexion along with the accessories to die for. I mean, you have got to be kidding me if you say, Oh no I am above all this, or no no I am a feminist, a woman of the 21^st or is it the 22^nd century. Yes, be that and all more, but hey what is so bad about looking good?

Yes, we have peer pressure, subtle competition amongst the species, a rampant hyperactive advertising industry on steroids that keeps on shoving the perfect IT woman in one’s face that is so difficult to match! But we all want till we don’t shift to the Himalayas or is the new Scottish island of Baba Ramdev to attain gyan.

Life is not all chocolate and roses, oh I meant orchids or what ever is the currently the flavor amongst the society, it is reality and loads of compromise and if one gets a bit of companionship, love, peace and happiness well. Enjoy!

Don’t fret over the romanticized Victorian love we all read, just chill be a bit selfish and enjoy the clothes and diamonds  or the new bag.. live a little woman and be your own Jugni
! Arif Lohar could never hold a patch on you !!!