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Lets start  with the  Cliche relationship  Story!

Don't tell me you.......too (Part-1)

Like you also felt too conscious about what your guy wears and wanted to make him look like Brad Pitt .. not that I like him but just saying for the sake of name tagging. I liked Josh Hartnett, Chris Hemsworth, Luke Wilson (the guy from the movie " Legally Blonde - yeah the professor ; that'
s who am talking about).Even the old classic character in Jane Eyre of " Mr.Rochester" was one hell of an imaginary character I raised as someone so real that every guy I would see was actually repeating his dialogues to me "Jane.. Jane you the most un-earthy thing, I own you as my own flesh".

Yeah I know, wayyy too fantastical but that is how I saw it.. It was like OMG! I found a guy and than it just went on and on in my small little head about him only.

And if  I connect you .. like take you back to the general state of mind you get in when and how usually we fall for people. Not that I am saying all girls fall like that. Yet am sure some of us do. It's such an easy pickup for every guy out there.

First Point:
Man! You are so interesting, I love that smile of yours.. it is so killing.

Second Point: 

Can we be friends? (Which meant more than friends)

And now you are in your head thinking that I don't even know him and still brooding over that.. you say yeah. (Because what else would/could you say?!)

That's when we lose it!
That's exactly where we lose our Center... 
.. as in everything becomes their center and we just forget who we are.

Its so surprising that every woman, at-least most of the ones I have met and read about, fell insanely for men and so self-effacingly that we even forget we matter first.

Like I still don't know why we care like a Mother even when we aren't one. Its so instinctive that we don't even know how to control it.

And thereon the relation begins from pretty to sexy/lovely to merijaan and you and the La La Land starts.And then suddenly when all was going fine, you hear a loud noise and that's the girl crying.

Girl: OMG am scared!!
And now the guy becomes bechara ( like always) as he doesn't even know where he touched or what he hit that this came out.

Girl: I don't know ... I  feel like you're gonna leave me. Please marry me.

Boy: Good Lord!!!... Marriage?!?! 
Like really .. for the guys its like "I came down to window-shop, not shop shop! But damn.. now I am caught sooo off guard!" 
Like a big block of ice, just fell on his head and now he is lost.

On the other hand girls think,"he is the 'Casanova' and a playboy etc. etc... Why didn't he think about it before?"

And that's when this girly-girl opens her dirty laundry and twists his words and his brain and brings herself to a "zero" point.

I think instead of doing all the cliche and repetitive stuff, try something new?!
Try living in the moment and taste how it feels to be free. 
Free of all the nervy points and just live to not reach an end but to live the moment.
Nonetheless I think to love someone, you don't need to own them or control them or take them away from everybody and feel all secure.

Love in the true sense should be 'free'.
Because when you control it, it flows away and only bodies remain.

But I guess this is becoming out of context but what I was saying is that whether you are in love or have just started a relationship or are figuring out if you love this person... don't try to hold them or the relationship.
Like my sister would say it... Live in the moments so that you can live for yourself!

We tend to suffocate ourselves by creating all these unwanted thoughts and worries for ourselves in relationships. Every time you fall for a guy..  Mean it. Enjoy it.

What has to stay, will stay.. 

Trust me your trying to keep it will do nothing and it's better to live every step free of remorse and regrets.
I kind of drifted away from the subject so lets move on to the better stuff.

So yeah back to the craze and love games!!!

And now after the twist, the real game comes to play when these men would take charge of this little girl and go like, "OK honey am gonna speak to my mom!"

And this MOM...


Well.. don't you take that to be easy.

We are now at             <<<<<<<<LIFE INTERMISSION>>>>>

That's the HULK 2020!!!
We are talking about the real deal... like really! 

She will never be happy, never satisfied, never understand what her son wants.
Even if you are a Brigadier's daughter with a gori skin and tall height and smooth feet.
Even if you wear the most sophisticated nice chappals underneath and wear the nice chiffon dupatta overhead, this monster is definitely not on.. like not at all.

Sometimes I used to think.. are all moms crazy? or is it that they want to own their sons till death and exploit their sons with their authority...

I can write an episode full of deadly disasters for this one character.

The boyfriend's mom!!!

A mother-in-law to-be but if she has her way than the mother-in-law never to-be.

Yeah you heard me. That's correct..  the villain! 
I have even tried to see form her perspective, never worked. Specially if you have mistakenly chosen the "decent type" of guy.. you will never get him.
So yeah.. rather than that, chose a more bold and rebellious kid with no mom, if possible and if not... than hopefully the rebellious trait may come in handy.

Because the seedha sadha type of larka will just come in the real time drama his mom will do right after his confession. Lets take a screenshot of the real scene happening-

Son: Mom .. I love her.. 
Mom: Love her ??!!! Hayee mein barbaad hogayi .. aaj yeh din dekhna tha bas.. Mar kyun nahi gaye yeh din dekhnay se pehle!!
Son: Mom but what's wrong? .. She is a pretty decent girl.
Mom: Koi decent wecent nahi hotein yeh sab bari taiz hotein hein.. meray bachay ko kharab kardiya!! patanahi kitno ke saath kiya hoga. ( these Maayen don't even think they themselves were girls once)
Son: Mom apko kiya hogaya hai yaar....
Mom: Kuch nahi huwa mujhay! Bas dafa hojao
Son: Mom I will marry just her
Mom: Jao phir meray marnay ke baad karlena, meray jeetay jee i wont let it happen.

So this was the mom who would speak.. Then there are those who don't speak;

Son: Mom (Repeats words)

Mom: *starts crying* *goes to her room* *wont talk to him for days* (basically make him feel so bad that he goes in a guilt trip)

Result = Mom is happy and satisfied cuz mission achieved.

Insert *really the happy face*

I am sure you wanna ask.. if these moms really love their sons or themselves??The answer is none.Their ego is what these moms create a shrine of.For them its not about which girl their son will marry.. Its just about "I will choose her" which causes all this. Its surprising, a little ironical that these idiot sons don't even realize that they just got played by their very own mothers.I mean lets stop a bit..  Let me take a few more minutes as I want us all to think here.


For US:
Are we some kind of investments are parents want the dividends off at the time of marriage?( Trust me am n't raising a rebel here).Why don't we think  its us who need to choose what fits our  personalities best?

For our PARENTS:
Do you really love me or your ego? MomDid you even for a minute, tried giving the girl a fair chance? Maybe value her on a general spectrum and then assess her?Will you ever prioritize my needs over society expectations?



  1. Would you like to comment as the parents or one behalf of us;the youth?

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