Sometimes men make better companions..

I was out yesterday with a few of my friends. i was supposed to meet them at Ispahani.. it was a mixed gang 5 gals and 4 guys.. general catch up talk over a cup of coffee. Although i love hanging out with my gal pals sometimes its much easier to talk it out with dudes.. here are those few rare moments :)

1. you can talk abt jargon like coverdrive, throttle speed, offside without the other person looking at you as though you are talking Greek or Latin

2. They can never spot those nanosized tiny wrinkles on your clothes so you are safe.

3. They carry the same wallet and use the same pair of shoes. So you don have to worry about them wondering if your clothes and your footwear match.

4. You dont have to walk slowly through the mall and look at those 101 shops when you are with em (which are extremely over pricey and your never gonna buy those stuff). So why bother?!!?

5. You can honestly say that they have tanned or gained weight, without the other guys asking you to be more sensitive.

6. You can actually mention names of those really good sportsmen who are not good looking and you dont get questions lik" wats the point if he is not even hot!!"

7. It is very easy to get them gifts.. your choice is very limited..T-Shirts, watches or wallets.

8. They have hairstyles which lasts for many years. So you can be safe from comments like "why dont you straighten your hair"

9. You can play games like FIFA on the comp without them wondering how you get that hand eye coordination.

10. You dont get questions like what is the big diff all cars and bikes seem the same to me :)

11. Finally my FAVOURITE.. The icing on the cake :) If you are a gal you always can make em agree to what you want.. :P

Is it chauvinism or chivalry??

“Oh God! He was a total and complete MCP” declared P. Curious I wanted to know who she was so mad at. And then she declares “Most men are MCPs.. They are a breed of pompous opinionated brats!”. Which I do not agree with but this conversation set my brain in motion.

This is not an isolated incident.. I know a lot of women who call all the men they hate as MCPs.. So intrigued I asked people their definition of an MCP..

Most people came up with the fact tat an MCP is a person who has a problem accepting the capabilities of a woman, her ability to outshine her colleagues who are often men. I am not sayin I am for men who domineer over women. But sometimes this term has been used very loosely (for the want of a better word). Many of my friends mistake chivalry for chauvinism. They call men who open car doors or pull up chairs as chauvinists.

Some of them were happy to point out tat they do not want chivalry in men. They want to be treated as an equal. If so I have a couple of questions for you people. If you say you are equal to men in all ways then y dedicate a separate day for women? Do you have an equivalent men’s day? If you do not expect chivalry then why do you expect them to foot the tab every time you go out with a guy? If he doesn’t foot the bill all by himself he is called a loser..

Another observation.. I agree there are a lot of male chauvinists but don’t we have female equivalents? Logically, FCP! Female Chauvinistic Pig! But just to offer a variety, FCS? Female Chauvinistic Swine? LOL!!!

Now my friends let the comments begin. The ball is in your court; or should I say, the pig is in your sty :P

Travel in 5B

"im afraid we have to go home by bus!!" declared my friend D. We had just been to the kabalishwarar temple in mylapore and her car wouldn't start. It was around 5 45 pm and there was a huge crowd at the bus stop.

"it looks like its going to rain" I said. She just raised an eyebrow. "We can always take an auto" I helpfully added. "High maintenance" was the reply.

She turned to me and said "just because you are going to travel in a public transport does not mean that you are going to be mauled brutally and killed or something"..

After having heard tat I had no chance but to embark on this dangerous journey. A huge bus (5B) came to a screeching halt and I could scarcely conceal a shudder when I saw the crowd packed inside. "See you later", I said in what I hoped was a cheerful tone.

I was plunging in through a sea of people, when a stout lady plummeted some (probably 100 kg) of her weight against me and made her way in with undaunted enthusiasm. While I was doing gymnastics on the footboard the bus moved. My only thought at that moment, to make my way inside and I would be eternally grateful to all the gods of the world.

I passed the money for the ticket and it went from hand to hand …….. I knew I had to be patient and wait like maybe 500 years! Finally there it was that little green piece of sheet. As I stretched out my hand to grab it a shrill piercing voice in my ears "eeeekkk!! U stepped on my toes.. Probably injured me for life!!"… as I tried to wriggle myself out of there. I heard the voice go "you did it again!"….

Good grief! Through a confused blur I found myself losing my balance… it was the vegetable vendor who peered at me worriedly and asked "you dint land on anything did you!" Touched by her concern I said "no just the floor!" "Thank goodness.. Otherwise the tomatoes would have been crushed!" was the reply….

Grrrhhh!!! Someone taps me on the shoulder and asks me to pass a piece of paper to the girl standing in front of me.. turns out it is a love letter. The girl looks at me and says " you don't have to do courier service for thugs!". A small kid starts wailing in my ear. I revealed my charming 32 in a vicious snarl and the mother beams back at me.

Another eternity later I hopped out of the bus and it didn't take me long to realize I got down in the previous stop. When I reached home all battered and bruised, I felt a wave of pity for divya Visions of D painfully tormented in the bus haunted me. I called her up.

"Hi!" said a sinfully cheerful voice. "Guess what! After you left my manni happened to come by and she dropped me home in 5 mins. Great huh!"

"You… what?. I thought u liked to travel by bus!!!" I yelled.

"Oh! I don think I would have made it. Unlike you I am very delicate you know, and am hardly used to that sort of thing" was the reply.

Grrrrrr!!!! Some people do lead charming lives..

IYER MAMIES..BEST MEGA SERIAL SCRIPT WRITERS..

After being pestered by most of my friends to start blogging… I thought this time I should really give it a serious try…

All of us hear abt the world shrinking.. And tat the entire world is one big happy family..and how with once incident ppl make a mega serial.. i never realised this until this very unfortunate incident happened to one of my friends….

First the background: R was at kabali temple with a frnd ( who is not a gal btw).. and yea was spotted by three nosy mamies..

nosy mami 1: ahh isnt that S’s daughter?

nosy mami 2: ama ama.. avale than.... etho payyan oda suthiduruka.. enaku ava perimma va nanna theriyum.. kelvi patta romba kashta paduva..( mm for the benefit of those who cant understand my tanglish will stick to englipish)
nosy mami 3: mayb her classmate or somethin.. lets not make a big deal out of this.. coz of us there shouldnt b any prob in her family..
nosy mami 1 and 2 nod in agreement at this apparent piece of wisdom.. R on the other hand.. happily chattin away without the knowledge of the scotland yard on her bak...

now nosy mami 3 goes to her native and meets my frnds mom's classmate..
nosy mami 3: i saw ur frnd's daughter.. the other day in the temple.. how chamathu S was ella? ana ava ponnu ponnu cha cha.. going around the city with some guy... i saw her in the temple.. holding hands with one guy.. romba mosam....
frnd: aiyoo... S ka epidi nadakanum.. cha entha kalathu ponnunga...

and wont u know.. her mami who lives in the same native runs into this frnd in the temple..
frnd: S ponnu pathi ennalamo kelvi patten.. romba oru sutharalam.. beach cinema and temple lan poralam.. ethellam entha age la common.. first eh pesi cut pannidanum.. nan en payanuku kekalam nenachen ( good riddance... y would she want to marry a guy from some village is beyond me..)
mami: apdiya.. eppove poi pesaren nan..

immediate phone to madras...
mami: un ponnu panrathu nalla ella.. whole family manam podhu.... cha cha... yaru lamo vanthu kekaranga... etho payanoda sutharalam.. yaro pathangalam bike la lam poralam enna ethu..
amma: oh manni apidiya? nan pesaren ava kita..

now is where she comes home…. She walks in to the house.. after havin gone grocery shoppin… her appa and amma at the table.. Looking extremely grim.. her lil bro asked to go to his room
appa: yaru avan? ooru suthariyan? lov nu ethavutha? padikariya ellaya? u have disappointed me.. ( blah blah dad usual speech)
amma: enna panuven nan.. how will i face the rest of the family... ( same mage serial amma sentiment)...

she had to calm them down.. explain that she did not go on a bike.. or to a movie or cinema.. only to the temple.. with a frnd.. ( with over stress) then had to retrack how this whole issue came up..and found out how the story is blown out of proportion

moral of the story : do not go to the temple with a guy as the iyer mamis are better than police dogs....