Life As I Know It

These past few days have been very hard on me and people around me. Till one of my friends told me – “You are slipping into a perpetual phase of PMS get out of it!” As much as I hate to admit it I have been a major pain to many in the recent days. Without getting into too many details it would suffice to say that I have played the role of the understanding agony aunt on many occasions but that hasn’t exempted me from having my own rant sessions. During one such mutual sharing of problems, my friend and I had a moment of enlightenment and for some reason that day this idea that I am about to unleash seemed to be a solution for all problems. Without much ado I present to you the “Deal With It Theory”. The basics of the theory are as follows : 1. Everyone has problems. 2. Every individual is unique unfortunately everybody’s problem is not unique. Everybody has the same set of problems. [Yes, we all wish we were the first ones to over come our “exceptionally unique” p

Pakistan : Ok look lets not fool around. We know you want to rule the world. We can help you. USA : How? Pakistan : We’ll breed terrorists and we’ll cause unrest in our subcontinent. Our brother countries Iraq , Iran and Afghanistan are more than happy to assist us in spilling blood all over the land. It’s a game we have been playing since we were children. It’s called Jihad. USA : Hey you played the game in our country 8 years back. Pakistan : Yeah, Laden forgot the specified boundary he wanted the whole world to play the game. USA : He left a terrible mess once he was done playing. How about you guys stick to just your continent for a while? Pakistan : We can do that. But what is in it for us? USA : Well we have no problem if you breed terrorists or kill civilians or rape women or nuke your neighbors. So in order to keep your little play group happy we’ll give you weapons so that you can take your game to a whole new level. How about that? Pakistan : WOW! A

Eve teasing, inappropriately brushing past, “Accidentally” bumping, staring and lewd behavior are things that girls face quite often. The fact is that we vocally express our feelings about these incidents and vent at the fact that men are scum and blame the gender as a whole and curse their very existence. Eventually we find ourselves questioning our part in these incidents. Like, “Did I do something?”, “Why not anyone else from all the other girls there?” The fact is we find ourselves wishing it hadn’t happened to us. We start feeling the guilt of having probably led to the whole incident. Fact remains that perverts are perverts. You could be clad in a sari/burqa/ chudidhar and yet faced any of the above and you will still be left wondering if you were not dressed properly. This whole episode pretty much leaves one feeling extremely vulnerable and wishing to dear god that they were a boy. I have always wondered if the woman were the one behaving inappropriately and a man was to