A famous saying – ‘Patience pays’ and ‘being patient will yield fruitful results’, were just saying… they are nice to hear and say such things… but how many of us really believe in them?
After many days of testing my patience and trying to practice what I preach… today I decided to just vent my frustration by penning it down and making it public… Yes, after going through a vigorous round of ‘patience testing’ program, I confess – I GIVE UP
Ok, now its time for me to reason it out, why I decided to give up…
Over a period of time, there have been many instances, which I have been trying to ignore, assuming, time will change and sense will surely prevail on mankind. BUT, I have been proved wrong time and again… Time is no healer, neither has it changed!
I know am cribbing big time, but I surely have instances, that might help me prove my above statements, ease me of my frustration and help spread the message (Which will be listed post the culmination of my cribbing session). Of and on, I have been faced with weird (in true sense) situation, which can’t be ignored; even ‘the indifference attitude towards such situations’ after a point seems painful!
Instance 1: Macho Men – Brainless, lack of intelligence personified…
The previous day, I was introduced to a so called ‘Cute Guy’ by my friends. Must admit, he had one of the most mesmerizing eyes I’ve ever seen, a smile that can make thousand hearts melt, BUT, the man could not keep a conversation going, leave alone initiating an intelligent one! (Pardon my expression and please do not get me wrong, I am not saying, I am the most intelligent one here, but this man really made me feel, that am blessed with intelligence, atleast the ability to make a conversation and keep it going).
Giving the man, the benefit of doubt and assuming the man is an introvert, I took the lead in trying to break the ice with my non – stop verbal diarrhea (I have been told, I speak a lot, which I still don’t accept – Courtesy: my friends who have tolerated my ‘this’ disorder for quite sometime now), I praised him about his ‘heart melting’ smile. He blushed and blushed for a min or two and then again blushed… Being me and diligently keeping up my brand equity of being a ‘Muphat’, I ask him to stop blushing and say thanks!! Noticing the colour of his face change, I lightened the mood by saying… ‘Oh! I said that because, your smile just makes me look for reason to make to smile even more’ (Oh my god, I felt really proud of myself for saying that then, but later I repented even more for saying that)
Ok, post that, I realized I was the one conversing, infact a monologue… where he just enlightened me, with his much practiced ‘smile for the day’, until, I got irritated and asked “Do you only smile or do you speak also” (This time, I made no efforts to manipulate my statement to something that might appeal to his ears), but I did manage to make him speak, least I knew, I would be hearing the words that Aishwarya Rai uttered on being asked to say something by Anil Kapoor – “Kya Boloon”. Ahh haa… anyhow, I was more than happy to do the talking for a while, until realization prevailed in me that I was talking to a person, who really didn’t have any sense of humour… That was the time to end the meeting and part ways!
God.. where are the guys with brains??? Or are all men like this???
Instance 2: Fat women, can never mind their own business
Being a health freak, I religiously go to my gym, which is a place where you encounter different kinds of people…of different sizes!
This fat lady, who likes coming to the gym very regularly, has something really different about her. She was always decked up, made sure, she visited the rest room after every 20 odd minutes to refresh her makeup, passed smiles at every guy who passed her, made sure she is on a machine that is close to the entrance door (even though she had to wait for half an hour to get it, which meant, she gets to spend more time at the gym = smile at more men) and worked out as if she was doing a favour to the machine by climbing on it… Oh how much I hate it, when she blocks the machine during her ‘make – up refreshing’ sessions
Here comes what I hated the most about her… She had an uncanny habit of commenting on girls/women. Maybe she was too self conscious and commenting on others gave her some sadistic pleasure
Here I again went through another ‘Patience Test’. Every time I bumped into her, she would ask me ‘why do you need to come to the gym’ or ‘how do you manage to stay thin’ or ‘why do you have to do cardio’ or the classiest of all, pinching her love handles, she would ask, ‘how do I lose the fat?’ before I could address the question, she would voluntarily say ‘I can’t stay off sweets. I need to eat atleast 5 chocolates everyday’. Initially I thought, she was genuinely asking me for an advice (not that am a health consultant, but having been proud of losing the extra pounds I had put on and then to have lost them, I admit, I do boast about my determination to lose weight and get back in shape) but, on being asked the same set of questions time and again, one day I decided to snap back… “Why don’t you try concentrating on yourself than been bothered about what others are upto”. I really thought that would be the end of her inquisitiveness about me… BUT I was really wrong… The next day, she came up asking the same thing – ‘BTW, why do you have to do cardio for 25 minutes???’
That was it… She was really incorrigible… I decided to just give her the most disgusted look, every time our eyes met at the gym
Incident 3: Marriage, a bride/groom hunting ground
This one is classic… the previous day, I went for a very close friends wedding, which was buzzing with people... Aunties complimenting each other on their horrendous gold ornament and overloaded makeup, which did try conceal their wrinkles, but gave it away when they blushed!
One thing I love about marriages, you get to meet friends, with those, you have lost contacts unintentionally and then get to know, they are happily married… That’s whan it hits you - Omigawd…Almost all my friends are married now or getting married…
In the midst of the celebration, when I was for a change relishing my food alone (since am single and love my freedom) and my friends getting mushy with their husbands and feeding them food, this women from nowhere came upto me (maybe she figured, am single or maybe my boyfriend/fiancé/husband was too busy to come…)
Women: are you the bride’s friend or the grooms?
Me: (thought very provoked to say – I just came in decked up for free food, but thought sarcasm might suit my attire that day, I said): Grooms!
Women: (with a wide smile): Ahh… what a coincidence, am also the groom’s side. BTW, I really like your saree
Giving her a pleasant smile…and Inwardly thinking – whats coincidence in it, many amongst those present here are from either sides… nhow…
Women: (after giving me almost ten smile and framing the next question in her mind, shoots): Are you married?
I almost choked hearing that! For a moment I felt, maybe I am looking too matured in a saree, but then though of asking her why would she ask me that, out of the blue
Women: Naah… The reason I asked you that, because, we are looking for a girl for my brother – in – law, thought, if you would be interested in meeting him. BTW, are you working? Do you stay with your parents? How old are you? Where do you stay…. (And many more questions)
I was totally taken aback… I was speechless for a bit (It really takes a lot to render me speechless). I just felt like snubbing her… but, decided to respect her age and just ignore what she said… so I kept quiet
Women: So, should I call him here. You can speak with him, get to know him and then we will meet your parents. I also got married like this and now am happily married with two kids.
That was it… given a chance, she might just buy some time from the pundit, getting my friends married, and get me married to her brother – in – law… I then decided to show her my true colours…
Me: What makes you think, am here to get myself married to some unknown man?
Women: (sensing my irritation): Nahin Nahin, you tho getting angry. I meant to say…
Before she could finish, I excused myself, which was, I think, answered her questions!
Even though I know, it was rude on my part to walk off on someone, but though that was the best way to save her from my crude answer! When I told this to my friends they just went hysterical and as usual asked me to find a guy for myself and save myself from such situations…
This is when is really started thinking… why is that people can’t mind their own business? Is it so difficult to leave others alone…??? Or is it the new pastime and I am ignorant about it?? Can’t single women in Delhi be left alone? Why is that, there is a need of a man at such occasions, to save you from such things?
But, honestly… why can’t we believe in – live your life and let others live theirs!!!
After many days of testing my patience and trying to practice what I preach… today I decided to just vent my frustration by penning it down and making it public… Yes, after going through a vigorous round of ‘patience testing’ program, I confess – I GIVE UP
Ok, now its time for me to reason it out, why I decided to give up…
Over a period of time, there have been many instances, which I have been trying to ignore, assuming, time will change and sense will surely prevail on mankind. BUT, I have been proved wrong time and again… Time is no healer, neither has it changed!
I know am cribbing big time, but I surely have instances, that might help me prove my above statements, ease me of my frustration and help spread the message (Which will be listed post the culmination of my cribbing session). Of and on, I have been faced with weird (in true sense) situation, which can’t be ignored; even ‘the indifference attitude towards such situations’ after a point seems painful!
Instance 1: Macho Men – Brainless, lack of intelligence personified…
The previous day, I was introduced to a so called ‘Cute Guy’ by my friends. Must admit, he had one of the most mesmerizing eyes I’ve ever seen, a smile that can make thousand hearts melt, BUT, the man could not keep a conversation going, leave alone initiating an intelligent one! (Pardon my expression and please do not get me wrong, I am not saying, I am the most intelligent one here, but this man really made me feel, that am blessed with intelligence, atleast the ability to make a conversation and keep it going).
Giving the man, the benefit of doubt and assuming the man is an introvert, I took the lead in trying to break the ice with my non – stop verbal diarrhea (I have been told, I speak a lot, which I still don’t accept – Courtesy: my friends who have tolerated my ‘this’ disorder for quite sometime now), I praised him about his ‘heart melting’ smile. He blushed and blushed for a min or two and then again blushed… Being me and diligently keeping up my brand equity of being a ‘Muphat’, I ask him to stop blushing and say thanks!! Noticing the colour of his face change, I lightened the mood by saying… ‘Oh! I said that because, your smile just makes me look for reason to make to smile even more’ (Oh my god, I felt really proud of myself for saying that then, but later I repented even more for saying that)
Ok, post that, I realized I was the one conversing, infact a monologue… where he just enlightened me, with his much practiced ‘smile for the day’, until, I got irritated and asked “Do you only smile or do you speak also” (This time, I made no efforts to manipulate my statement to something that might appeal to his ears), but I did manage to make him speak, least I knew, I would be hearing the words that Aishwarya Rai uttered on being asked to say something by Anil Kapoor – “Kya Boloon”. Ahh haa… anyhow, I was more than happy to do the talking for a while, until realization prevailed in me that I was talking to a person, who really didn’t have any sense of humour… That was the time to end the meeting and part ways!
God.. where are the guys with brains??? Or are all men like this???
Instance 2: Fat women, can never mind their own business
Being a health freak, I religiously go to my gym, which is a place where you encounter different kinds of people…of different sizes!
This fat lady, who likes coming to the gym very regularly, has something really different about her. She was always decked up, made sure, she visited the rest room after every 20 odd minutes to refresh her makeup, passed smiles at every guy who passed her, made sure she is on a machine that is close to the entrance door (even though she had to wait for half an hour to get it, which meant, she gets to spend more time at the gym = smile at more men) and worked out as if she was doing a favour to the machine by climbing on it… Oh how much I hate it, when she blocks the machine during her ‘make – up refreshing’ sessions
Here comes what I hated the most about her… She had an uncanny habit of commenting on girls/women. Maybe she was too self conscious and commenting on others gave her some sadistic pleasure
Here I again went through another ‘Patience Test’. Every time I bumped into her, she would ask me ‘why do you need to come to the gym’ or ‘how do you manage to stay thin’ or ‘why do you have to do cardio’ or the classiest of all, pinching her love handles, she would ask, ‘how do I lose the fat?’ before I could address the question, she would voluntarily say ‘I can’t stay off sweets. I need to eat atleast 5 chocolates everyday’. Initially I thought, she was genuinely asking me for an advice (not that am a health consultant, but having been proud of losing the extra pounds I had put on and then to have lost them, I admit, I do boast about my determination to lose weight and get back in shape) but, on being asked the same set of questions time and again, one day I decided to snap back… “Why don’t you try concentrating on yourself than been bothered about what others are upto”. I really thought that would be the end of her inquisitiveness about me… BUT I was really wrong… The next day, she came up asking the same thing – ‘BTW, why do you have to do cardio for 25 minutes???’
That was it… She was really incorrigible… I decided to just give her the most disgusted look, every time our eyes met at the gym
Incident 3: Marriage, a bride/groom hunting ground
This one is classic… the previous day, I went for a very close friends wedding, which was buzzing with people... Aunties complimenting each other on their horrendous gold ornament and overloaded makeup, which did try conceal their wrinkles, but gave it away when they blushed!
One thing I love about marriages, you get to meet friends, with those, you have lost contacts unintentionally and then get to know, they are happily married… That’s whan it hits you - Omigawd…Almost all my friends are married now or getting married…
In the midst of the celebration, when I was for a change relishing my food alone (since am single and love my freedom) and my friends getting mushy with their husbands and feeding them food, this women from nowhere came upto me (maybe she figured, am single or maybe my boyfriend/fiancé/husband was too busy to come…)
Women: are you the bride’s friend or the grooms?
Me: (thought very provoked to say – I just came in decked up for free food, but thought sarcasm might suit my attire that day, I said): Grooms!
Women: (with a wide smile): Ahh… what a coincidence, am also the groom’s side. BTW, I really like your saree
Giving her a pleasant smile…and Inwardly thinking – whats coincidence in it, many amongst those present here are from either sides… nhow…
Women: (after giving me almost ten smile and framing the next question in her mind, shoots): Are you married?
I almost choked hearing that! For a moment I felt, maybe I am looking too matured in a saree, but then though of asking her why would she ask me that, out of the blue
Women: Naah… The reason I asked you that, because, we are looking for a girl for my brother – in – law, thought, if you would be interested in meeting him. BTW, are you working? Do you stay with your parents? How old are you? Where do you stay…. (And many more questions)
I was totally taken aback… I was speechless for a bit (It really takes a lot to render me speechless). I just felt like snubbing her… but, decided to respect her age and just ignore what she said… so I kept quiet
Women: So, should I call him here. You can speak with him, get to know him and then we will meet your parents. I also got married like this and now am happily married with two kids.
That was it… given a chance, she might just buy some time from the pundit, getting my friends married, and get me married to her brother – in – law… I then decided to show her my true colours…
Me: What makes you think, am here to get myself married to some unknown man?
Women: (sensing my irritation): Nahin Nahin, you tho getting angry. I meant to say…
Before she could finish, I excused myself, which was, I think, answered her questions!
Even though I know, it was rude on my part to walk off on someone, but though that was the best way to save her from my crude answer! When I told this to my friends they just went hysterical and as usual asked me to find a guy for myself and save myself from such situations…
This is when is really started thinking… why is that people can’t mind their own business? Is it so difficult to leave others alone…??? Or is it the new pastime and I am ignorant about it?? Can’t single women in Delhi be left alone? Why is that, there is a need of a man at such occasions, to save you from such things?
But, honestly… why can’t we believe in – live your life and let others live theirs!!!
