Monday MindBlast

Why Mondays for some mind blasting ?

 That's easy to explain.

 Work through the week and then during the weekend when I am just sitting around doing therapeutic stuff like cooking , dusting , re-jigging the cupboard ( I am so serious about this - they are truly therapeutic ) I tend to run a montage in my mind  of the things that have happened during the week that have set serial  thoughts pounding my head . 

The other reason is even easier to explain : throughout the week travelling around Chennai and being stuck in traffic lights gives me time to look around  and suddenly  something that I see sets me off  on a ruminating spree . I have this luxury because I do not drive - basically it was a toss up between  paying  a driver to steer me thorough the mad metro  traffic  or pay for some fancy namby-pamby pink jar with divine  smelling goo that promises to make the  stress wrinkles disappear! I opted for the driver .

Talking about drivers - my friend caught me at a movie when I was between hiring and firing drivers . Sympathetically she asked me how I was managing . I leaned across and in my best stage whisper said : you know these guys who seem to come into my life  and leave abruptly despite the fact that I give them what they want .....". Yeah , they carried out the two men in the front row after their cardiac arrest . Serves them right for eaves dropping though I do  have a sneaky feeling the cardiac arrest was more due to lost chances than horror of what they imagined I did in my life. I guess from under their oxygen masks they muttered about  what the world was coming to ! Most men ( and I just  adore the exceptions because they are exceptional men and there are quite a few of those  out there too !)   never can handle the reality  that women can speak their mind .Can't blame them really considering the bilge they are feed by the misogynistic epics. Frankly ,  if a  woman's  Fidelity is subject to inquisition  because the man who irons your trouser from his mobile unit down your road gossips about it,  the person to face the ire should be either the gossiper or the listener/believer  and not the subject of gossip because she is a woman and therefore her "purity " is questionable .

Gossip - now not everyone can do that with panache. Gossiping should be done in a manner where you don't drop bricks, just subtle hints . Never ever start with "you know what......" that is being so  absolutely  unschooled in the fine art of gossip. Good gossip should not hurt - we are not into the business of slander ladies , just some healthy awwws and ooos. I invariably  run into this lady (lady? i am being  so kind to her ) who doesn't gossip - she just  drops names . It is  difficult to be a dedicated gossip because you really have to know stuff no one else knows and know it first  , i mean you can't read it off the Internet unless it is  about out-of-work celebrities. Dropping names doesn't require anything more than knowing   the name  which she probably memorises every morning from the cities  P3 list or worse . 

About P3 , one would think they were really bidactyly (two fingered) for they constantly stand with those two fingers  held up in ever direction humanely possible. It shatters my belief about each generation excelling the previous ones . Those are the young ones for whom I presume someone is breaking their back to pay the bills for they seem to be just living off the fat of the land. Also on P3 are the mutton-dressed-as-lamb women wearing peplum tops and frilly fripperies with sheepish looking togged up males in tow.I truly  feel sorry for the male species because  they cannot put on a whole new face as we  women do. So they can comb their brows   but they cant really tweeze them into  permanent arched questions like some divas, can they?  Nor can they fill up the acne scars or the pits they got pinching pimples during their adolescent nervous days with enough foundation to make it look like a smooth landing strip.I do not have a problem with using  make up, I use it to enhance my face most of the time and blow up considerable sums of money on tasty yummy  ( tasty and yummy  because I lick them off ) lipsticks and glosses. Actually my objection is to calling it Make Up . Sounds like something you fabricate or  fake - like making up a story or something . Just saying , just saying . I am not alleging anything about all that creative work that devises a new face .   

Not being able to wear make up maybe why men wear such colourful ties. It is  to divert attention from the deficiencies of the face and  these neckpieces  can  be used at times  as canvas for artwork consisting mainly of oil drops and sauce splashes while embarrassed wives dab at it with cloth napkins dipped in bottled water.Guess many of them did not become famous only because they were confined by the size of the canvas .The thing I really enjoy looking at are  the colourful trousers men are wearing these days- vibrant  reds, jewel greens and blazing blues. After all  the good Lord meant the male to look ravishing for the female as borne out by the peacock and other sundry creatures that strut about in the animal kingdom. The  glorious hues are  at times  displayed on the crown or  by vibrant bottoms (as in the case of some glorious pink butt primates) . Of course it is not anybody's fault if there is  little that differentiates some  men from the primates. 

More mind blast next Monday! 

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