S.A.T.C

3 girls, the city is Bombay, the location is a wine bistro, the topic MEN!!!

When your 25, single and fairly successful there is just the one thing that runs through your mind, this is my desi version of the SATC *
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Bombay is a city to fall in love, it’s the city to date, it’s the city to drink, it’s the city to make money, and it’s the city to spend in. There are women of all kinds here, single, miserable, successful, super successful. There are women of all styles here, the ones who know the labels the one who want the labels and the one who can’t care less.

It’s the city where women can stay out late in pubs, it’s the city where women can drink alone, it’s the city where pick up lines actually work, and it’s the city where you are bound to find someone in the strangest ways.

When your in Bombay you better be looking for something, because the chase… its fun!

But when your 25 and lived your whole life here, you have mastered the workings of the city, you know the places, you know your drinks, you know your style, but what you don’t know is why are you still single. Single in a city that has everything.

From all my fleet of girlfriends some have found the Mr. right , some are okai with Mr. right now, but some of us, my single girls, are wondering… do I want the Mr. right.. right now?

So we let the confusion prevail, (with our mother’s voice buried wayyy in the background who is constantly remind you ... of how the clock is ticking).

There are types - the ones who are head over heels with you, and if given a chance would marry you tomorrow!! - We don’t like such types, they seem desperate and looser-ly since they seem completely incapable of using their charm but most importantly they seem boring! Maybe its true, nice guys do finish last!

Then there are the overly charming, wayy out of your league ones – we probably would engage in mental intercourse with such men, but we don’t want them, not really, too good is too dangerous.

Then there are the ones who think they are too good, and that there is a something better out there. Well, its simple… they are just living their player boy fantasy and we are just not interested.


The ones we do go out with most of the times are the quintessential confused types – they are smart, they are intelligent they are right now and could be right forever, but since we are confused too it ends in more complication. End result is probably a few dates a little more and it’s all over... the fizz, it’s gone!


Breakups also have a pattern when your 25, the top lines still remain:

I think you deserve someone better
I don’t want to ruin our friendship and
I don’t think I am ready for it right now


But here’s some simple truth,

We too like our space, have our set of friends, we are not desperately looking out, we know bollywood films are fake and our fantasies are not based on that at all. We can discuss economy and stock markets. Shopping is not a waste of money it’s actually an investment.

But when your 25 it scares most men, they think you are in that age where you are looking for marriagle commitment.

Well let’s clear this right now, we are not interested in frivolous relationships, but marriage is equally scary for us as it is for you.
So credit us with some brains, we don’t make such decisions overnight. No cupid strikes us with an arrow, the dagger actually makes its way in slowly and its f-ing painful.

Having said that, we take pleasure in ambiguity..Its fun, we love our independence and live every moment of it to the fullest. We have our own dreams and they don’t revolve around men... so if you think your have a chance with us… make an appointment, for we are busy enjoying our life!!

*SATC: sex and the city

Stuff of dreams...

I remember all the stories, the shoe fit the Cinderella, the frog was turned into a prince, sleeping beauty was awakened with a kiss, Once upon a time they lived happily ever after.Fair tales, the stuff of dreams! I remember it al all, I am sure we all do. They told us these stores, even if not too many times, they were stuck in our minds.

The problem is when they told us the stories, they distorted reality, they made us believe in the extraordinary, in miracles… they made us want to dream and believe they come true. But, fairytales don’t come true. Reality is not extraordinary and when I grew up to realize that it was already too late, I had my characters in place, I knew how the story would go, once upon a time…..

But now I know the problem is not the fairytale, the problem is this need to be extraordinary, unusual; something that only would be made in dreams. And in trying to achieve that we miss the beauty of mediocrity.

We are not sure what this extraordinary is, we’re not sure how this fairytale ends, but we still run after in, every part of my waking life, is spent in getting closer to something I am not even sure it exists.

So I wonder then , when did life get so predictable, when did I get into a game of hurdle, where I am running on the same track, in the same direction, very predictably waiting for that hurdle that I will jump over and complete another milestone in this run I never even knew I was running.

But, the real question is, what do I do when I know of this, where do I jump the tracks, where do I slow down; when do the hurdles stop, or when do I reach a point when it doesn’t matter.

I still believe in my fairytales and I still believe in extraordinary, I think the real point is there is little bit extraordinary in all of us, the stuff that dreams are made of …everyone has them.

And I say this because, I see people around me, the mediocre people, the ordinary people, they are living my fairytale … they have what I dream of, but for me it’s still elusive.