The tech-support guy, on my ISP trouble shooting helpline, flirts with me… And I flirt back, giggling! Mentioning a husband (had to, the service is in his name), but keeping mum about the 7-year-old and the little peach in my womb. WHY?
I feel uncontrollably thirsty, the minute I step out of home, when I know I can’t have anything to drink or eat outside, during Ramadan. WHY?
When things are going smooth, and there is little to irritate or annoy me, I think long and hard for things to quarrel about with R. WHY?
Unintentionally and embarrassingly, I tend to imitate accents of those I am speaking to. Especially true when I am speaking to Tamils, Malayalees and Arabs. Fortunately, not tempted to do so with the Punjus. WHY and WHY?
Pick-up and truck drivers bring out the offensive driver in me. WHY?
I judge people by the footwear they wear. It tells you everything you need to know about the person. WHY?
I hate that R works out and is so health conscious. WHY?
I find it difficult to trust Indian men who have light eyes. WHY?
I can’t trust men who are overly chivalrous. WHY?
There are people I know who can hardly manage a good word about anyone. WHY?
There are folks I know who would put the bathroom mat to shame. They take so much nonsense. WHY?
Some think tears work well as a negotiation tool at work. WHY?
But I feel it’s fine to use tears to get your way at a personal level. WHY?
All Managers seem to thrive on double talk and scheming. WHY?
I am still jealous when my mum spends more time with one of my sisters than with me. WHY?
I am inexplicably jealous of famous writers, who don’t know me from the wino on their street. WHY?
I hate the way I am when I haven’t had a wash, and love the clean, nice feeling. Still, I find it difficult to get my fat a** off the bed/chair to do the needful. WHY?
I love to see plants in the house. I love the gardens my mum/sis/MIL have. Still, I managed to kill the cactus and money plant at home. WHY?
I LOVE food. HATE to cook. WHY?
I have immense patience and tact at work (though colleagues may disagree). But am totally lacking in these aspects, at home, with family. WHY?
I feel quite great about myself and the way I look while in Doha or Bangalore. Most of the time. But the minute I step into Chennai, I feel sloppy and unattractive. WHY?
The only time I think I am overweight is when I go shopping at designer stores. Even the scales don’t bother me. WHY?
I think it’s better to be fat than to be totally skinny. And I don’t think it’s a matter of sour grapes. WHY?
It takes me longer to warm up to a thin person, than to a not-so-thin person. WHY?
Despite the last few WHYs, I am not obsessed with weight. Not a why, but REALLY.
… maybe continued.