Men Vs Women..II

After reading Men are from Mars… one of my friends of the opposite sex had a question. Is that what girls really want from a man? For him to spend every waking moment with them?
I thought about it. And I think I may have come up with an answer. Yes, girls want attention. Lots of it. Dozen red roses, romantic dinners, soft cuddly toys will do the trick most of the times…Until the day we feel absolutely smothered by the attention and cant breathe anymore. That will be the day the guy gets dumped. Go get a life, we will say! And then we will want someone who will take us for granted, who wont be at our doorstep every second of his life, who will be neglectful sometimes, you know.
Its all a cycle. Its not that women don’t know what they want. They do. They want something very pristine in a relationship. Something no one else has. Something…perfect. Someone perfect. But as we know perfection is just an illusion. There is no perfect man! Heck, as close as we come, there is no perfect WOMAN even!
And sure as hell there is no perfect relationship. The day people understand that, love will blossom. Women will accept that boys will always be boys and get a little neurotic when they see a football game. Men will just stop arguing with a woman about putting the toilet seat down and just do it! And it will all be worth it!
Catastrophe: why the hell do I feel like I am making sense?!?

Sunday bloody sunday!

This past weekend, I was cribbing to no end cause I had to work on Sunday. And not just that, I needed to drive all the way to this place which was almost at the border of Mass and Connecticut!! Hell, I could think of sooo many things to occupy my Sunday! I could wake up late and laze in bed till late afternoon, eat a nice heavy meal and go back to bed… maybe wake up in the evening and watch a movie, smoke the hookah with my friends (no tobacco or any other ‘stuff’ involved here! Just double apple… my favorite flavor!) And then go back to bed in preparation for the beginning of the week! Well if you know me at all, by now you are probably palpitating wondering if you need to worry about me having suffered from some serious head injury. After all I am the one up at 8:30 on Sundays dragging everyone out of bed begging, persuading (and if nothing works) bullying people to do something exciting! But if you read carefully you will notice I said I could do all those things…not that I would. Even the above schedule looked appealing to me rather than going to WORK!!

I tried to convince myself to call in sick… but I couldn’t. Eventually I got there, sulking all the way…naturally! Atleast we were being provided with lunch. Well the meeting wasn’t bad. I will grudgingly admit it was quite engaging. BUT there was no food! I have no idea how that happened! So finally when I left there at 3 in the afternoon, my stomach doing everything it could to show its displeasure, I was pretty bummed to say the least! I started driving back and put on an old CD. As my mood started improving a little, I noticed, that it was a beautiful day. Not the hackneyed version of a beautiful day where everything was bright and sunny. Infact it was like a dream. It was completely foggy, not very cold and whatever little color you could see was from the trees exhibiting what you could call fall colors.

So I got a little carried away. Listening to George Michael croon careless whisper on my stereo, I suddenly became convinced that I should not waste this day on the Interstate. Instead I took the inner routes, pretty darn confident that I would find my way home... without a map too. Well I was wrong! It took me one whole hour to get home. Bright side- I listened to the ENTIRE CD! And that’s not all. I finally found the CD on which I had all my Dirty Dancing songs! You wont believe how long that search had been going on for!

Point of the story: Why None! I just felt like rambling a little..the title of the blog does say Balderdash you know!

Bean Counter

Since I spend more than half of my waking life at this place, I thought it deserved a post. It’s called the Bean Counter. It’s a quaint little coffee shop with the yummiest baked goods. And the best White Chocolate Mocha I have ever had! Anyone who knows me will vouch for me when I say I am a serious chocoholic. Actually that may not be the most accurate term to describe my condition. I HATE chocolates (unless it is 5*) But chocolate cakes..ummmmmm…I have no resistance against them. There was a point in my life when a Dutch truffle and iced tea constituted lunch!
Anyways, getting back to BC. Its no wonder I love this place. Their death by chocolate cookie..yes I would die for it! Amazing stuff! But what’s more amazing is that it’s a modern day Cheers. Its a place where everyone knows your name. Why do I go there? To study ofcourse! Believe me its much better than a library! There’s chaos, yes, but it’s a very systematic chaos. I don’t know if I can explain it...but I do get a lot of work done there!
If I am there early mornings...there’s usually this friendly bunch of ‘older’ people. I have a suspicion that they are all retired and now own their own businesses just to kill time. The first day I met them, I remember I went there only cause I had nothing better to do (since it was 9 and I was already up and ready and had absolutely no work! If you were a grad student, you would know how much confusion ‘having absolutely no work’ would create in your head!) So anyways, I got my regular coffee and went to sit by the window (that’s my favorite seat btw) But the guys stopped me to warn me that I was not going to get any work done at all…I laughed it off and made some smartass comment and opened my laptop only to realize that they had been infact very serious! The hour that followed was probably one of the most engaging and entertaining times I have ever had (with total strangers, mind you!) It’s a regular feature now…If I am there from 9-10 am, I expect to atleast hear the review of the latest movie in town!
Another person who is probably as addicted to the coffee and ambience there is my math professor. But of course he is never there when the sun is up...cause that’s when he is in bed! Late evenings a chat with him on some bizarre math funda make him (as he wud put it) very ‘happy and joyous’!
Then there are people like David…I never know when I will bump into them there…he tried to teach me Spanish while I taught him Hindi. Very interesting it was. I wonder why we stopped. Anyways, when I told him I had bought a new (and my very first) guitar…he gave me his pluck! For luck!!!
At first when people couldn’t reach me they would wonder where I was…I believe they now start their search at the Bean Counter before they even check at school or at home! So if you cant find me…113, Highland St, Worcester,MA…I promise I will be there! :)