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GENERATION WOMEN SAYS….
WE PICK GUYS…
• Who actually love ‘us’ – not merely our physical appearance.
• Who respect our individuality.
• With a sharp mind n the ability to earn a good living on their ‘own’.
• Who do not have double standards.
• Who are sensitive
• Who can cook.
WE KICK GUYS…..
• With long hair, big moustaches and beard.
• Whose socks stink
• Who show off their money, or say their father’s money.
• Who think they own their girlfriends.
• Who brag
• Who two-time.
• Casanovas.
• With body odour.
• With dirt on their collars n cuffs.
• Dirt under nails.
• With a kingsize ego.
WE JUDGE GUYS….
• From their shoes
• From the way they dress
• The way they look at girls around them decides their character.
• From their vehicle
• Their body language
• The way they treat old people and animals.
]Few secrets about gals u would love to know….
Shweta Sirohi Gupta hails the Gen-W, who prepare themselves to don the mantle of the New Age Woman. The makeover is not always easy. As the pressure of the New Eon keeps increasing, she in her new avatar like the proverbial shakti rises to meet the challenges. Not necessarily in a saree but a netizen, she is connected to the world around her – jus as she endeavours to give it her all.
• We like watching action movies.
• We hate being tagged as ‘paraya dhan’.
• We love being praised.
• When we say ‘No’ – we actually mean ‘No’.
• We feel jealous when guys praise Aishwarya Rai.
• We like to cook but we love to eat.
• We too work hard to make a successful career.
• We love spending huge bucks on shopping.
• We share each n every thing with our close girl friends – jus everything.
• We hate waxing but the pressure of looking good makes us do that.
• We are guilty of chipped nail polish n dirt under our nails.
• Our feet stink too, that’s why we wear strappy sandals.
• We feel relieved when men are able to handle kids.
• We hate putting a check on our food intake but we would do anything to get and keep a good figure.
• We have outgrown ‘teddy bears’. Why can’t guys think of something else?
• The thought of wrinkles n grey hair no longer scares us.
• We are our own selves before guys.
• We have better things to talk about than boys.
• We do stare at good looking boys but only when in a group.
• Yes, we do like receiving gifts.
• We all dream of a romantic life partner.
• “2007 A.D. n it’s still a Man’s World!” – we hate it, simply do.
• We too share dirty jokes with our gal friends but we avoid foul language.
• We don’t have any hesitations in admitting our feelings before guys, who wants to miss the train?
• We, at times, pretend to be innocent when a guy tries to be romantic.
• We love it when our partner appreciates our endeavors at work n home.
• We too are equally aware of what’s happening in the world.
• We get scared with the thought of snoring at old age, all believe it’s a man thingy.
• We love not ‘diamond’ – we love ‘diamonds’, lots n lots of them.
• Though we are earning birds these days, yet it gives us a high spending our mate’s money.
• Cooking is the uppermost scare which keeps us away from getting married.
• We all like to be looked after n cared for.
• We like talking n talking n talking n talking n………..
• Whenever we keep mum – means we are seriously hurt.
• Whenever we shout n scream – means we need quick pampering.
• We always n always love surprises.
• We are open to the idea of our man being friendly with his secretary, as long as he keeps us informed n involved.
• We can never tolerate our man hiding things from us.
• We are a born detective ….just cant help it.
As a child, I always thought that growing up would be a lot of fun. No one would ever say, “You’re too young to do this.” I’d be able to do as I like, without asking anyone; I’d have no school, no homework, no tests and no exams, I’d have a lot of money to spend on anything I liked. And of course, I wouldn’t be answerable to mummy or papa for every little thing I did or said, or may be, they wouldn’t bother to ask me so.
In short, my life would be my own to live.
But in this process of growing up, I realized that being an adult is worse than being a kid. When you outgrow the need to ask your parents’ permission for every little thing, you begin to have to ask a whole lot of other people who never figured in your life before, called society. Then you begin to realize that your parents indulged you a great deal because they love you, while this society doesn’t make any allowances for you because you aren’t cared a damn.
Instead of the predictable daily homework, and weekly tests, and quarterly exams, you begin to feel like each day is a test, each situation, each day is an exam about which you have not the least idea, and your performance today decides rest of your life. As for money, you never imagined that adults could have so many expenses. Earlier you would have fought for the third helping of ice cream but today you decide not to, because you need the money for something more important, more useful. And worst of all, your parents stop saying “Don’t do this, don’t do that…” and your conscience begins saying it. And then, you can’t even feel the thrill of disobeying because you’re only disobeying ‘yourself’.
That’s when you start wishing that your childhood had never passed…you begin to look back with regret at those carefree days when the only things you had to decide for yourself were, if Barbie should wear her green or red dress, or if you should bat, ball or field today. You will wish that it was just as easy to shake the people who bug you as it was to shake the tenacious doll which would not sit properly. You discover that things aren’t fair, and don’t go right, but you have to swallow that bitter pill. You also begin to wonder how making friends get so complicated. All you used to do when you saw someone new, was look him or her up and down and say, “Hi! Wanna play?” no malice, no pride, no prejudice and no crookedness.
But suddenly you realize that old times were all very glowing and now reality is something quite different. You’ll begin to wish that you didn’t have to watch whom you speak to, and what you say, and how you say it, for the fear of being misunderstood. You’ll think of the games you used to play with Barbie & Ken and with that, that was the only romance you needed to think about. This game with real hearts seems too serious, too confusing, too hurting, too affecting…too everything. But eventually, you’ll learn how to live as an adult and get used to the feeling of walking on a tightrope everyday. And when these gymnastics are learnt, you’ll finally find somebody who’s willing to sit on the roller coaster of life by your side, so that you can at least scream together when everything turns upside-down.
Being somewhere between the two, I can see about this far back and fore. I am only half an adult - the outer half. The inner half is still either stamping its feet wishing not to grow up or laughing at my adult awkwardness. My time as a kid has run out and I can only wish now that I could turn back time and turn a teen again to re-live those frolicsome days. That being impossible, I can try to keep the child in me alive always, and hold fast to the things that made my childhood so wonderful…things like simplicity, faith and a whole lot of love.
Shweta Sirohi Gupta
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