Why Hera and Aphrodite can't be friends

K is a woman in her late 20’s, who drinks a triple shot of espresso with lime juice.

J is a woman who bakes cakes.

K never baked a cake, a cookie or made a sandwich for him.

J was his nurse, friend, mother, sister, back-up date, cleaner, et al.

K was the woman who strolled in and out of his bedroom, never halting at the kitchen or the drawing room.

J was the quintessential ‘good girl’

K was just a ‘girl having a good time’.

Almost half a decade later, K very unwittingly bumped into her at the lights and chandelier store. She did secretly want to bump into her, but probably with a speeding car!

J was standing there critically appreciating a tiny piece of wall lighting that K thought was unpraktisch. Her halo was the unchanged, silky hair, every strand in place. Sans crease churidaar draped with a south cotton dupatta. Perfectly color coordinated shoes and bag.

Contrasting her sanitized demeanor; K looked like a jamboree: Her wild her left loose, silver hoops dangling from her lobes; denim capris, white and blue floral shirt, her awkwardly matched brown Baggit tote with beige ACG’s – were incomparable even with her shadow.

K was about to suck in her breath and rush out without purchasing her ‘best buy’ light fixture; when J turned! K swelled her bosom, sucked in her paunch and just like a ‘blast from the past, greeted her. Pleasantries were exchanged.

J’s accompanist, an olderly lady, (who was shown no recognition for staring at K), remarked – “Isn’t she the one ‘the hustler’ was screwing behind your back?” I appreciated both – her galls and my restrain.

J: “Ya, K, I've never asked you how it felt to be the second woman?”

K: “Well, it was fantastic, almost Utopian! You get the perks, without the brunt. So tell me how does it feel being a successful human dishwasher?

J: “Ohhh, the famous caustic tongue! He had forewarned me. However, I am his wife now. We tied a knot last year. I wanted to invite you, but he never let me post it through. He didn’t want you there! He said, ‘He did not want to face his mistake.’ Do you know what that means K?

K (smirking at the jerk): “I bless you for your ignorance, and for what you have. It is something I could never live with…”

K turned to leave and as the guard opened the door, J yelled – “What is it that you could never live with?”

Him.

Freedom from oder Freedom to....

Section 377 was repealed today by the Indian law. Thereby, granting freedom for every Indian citizen to choose her/ his sexuality. Today is a celebration of sorts - after a long grueling battle with the law, we now need to look at other aspects of homosexual and alternative sexuality.

We are now free from arrests, assaults and abuses. Will this freedom translate into the freedom to live peacefully? Will we stop socially assaulting people for their choices? Will violence in gay and lesbian relationships decrease?

A step is taken; a ladder is yet to be built. We need to use this freedom to make the world around us a better place to live.

The Other Side of Singleton

In the mood to complain:

K has always loved her coveted ‘single-and-emancipated’ status, however, there are times when she is at war with herself.

~ Times when friends can't make it to a planned pre-scheduled event, coz the hubby is out of town or mother-in-law is visiting or worse, the baby is sick.

~ Times when on an outstation holiday, she is compelled to share the spare bedroom with their nosy-parker kids.

~ Times when she sits at the tail end of the dinner table coz all the couples sit together.

~ Times when she baby sits really ill mannered screaming toddlers that she would gladly push down a flight of stairs, ( if she were guilt free).

~ Times when she is searing with anger at the cunning with which they cut her out from her plan. Poor K then makes them a meal, or checks on the house help, or just watches TV till they are ‘fully satisfied’.

~ K also does enough amount of lying for them, especially if either of them shops beyond the stipulated limit. It is to be understood that the extra is ‘gifted’ by her! The scene changes as partners complain about why they were not gifted or why was I spoiling their partner!

~ Times when her easy life, appears flippant and unstable for the married town whores.

~ Times when they criticize her for not having their problems and hence the lack of seriousness towards them.

~ Times when she is dragged into ‘him v/s her’ fight and she can not refuse to take sides. And when she does, K gets clearly blamed for the entire argument!

~ Friends don’t remain friends once they get married – they just become married people.