The Valentine's Day Post

This Valentine’s Day, BAJSTAR gets down to answering one of the most commonly asked questions, if not the most common one. It is the day of love, which calls for the Cupid in me to come out and spread L.O.V.E . and make this world a better place ( we all have our callings in life , what can one do )

If you are a man, then I can bet on the fact that you have also contemplated , and if you are a woman, well then it’s your time to cut the mascuties some slack.

So now presenting 10 tricks of the trade, a list of some sure shot ideas which always work with the fairer sex, presenting to you- WHAT WOMEN WANT

1-    Initiation – Turn on ALL THE WAY ! Yes yes it’s true the society needs equality and fairness between the two genders, but when it comes to initiation of the whole lovey dovey stuff, we would gladly let you take the driver’s seat. Get over that mamihlapinatapai and get RIGHT HERE !

2-    Flowers- OMG they so totally work. I was one of the unconventional girls who was so pro environment and anti pointless wastage of flora, but then it all changed when I was given flowers for the very first time. All reasons become non existent and the au natural turns into the au romantic. Bottom-line - roses can alter people !!!

3-    ‘Brief’- No I do not mean what you think I do.  Brief is something that we want the vocal foreplay to be. Being a tease for an enormously large amount of time is as irritating for us women as it is for you. Flirting is good, the fun is in the chase but let’s go beyond the mere ‘good & funny’ and make it happen.

4-    Morning Texts- I will not give you a 100% guarantee on this but I will tell you that it has the potential of working wonders. Any girl waking up to a sweet and loving text from a boy she fancies just makes the day a successful one then and there ! Well begun is half done and a simple text can do half of what you will ultimately, finally and fully do.

5-    Kiss on the Forehead- This is not just more effective than frenching, but also much more effective in the long run . It shows you are a man and not a dog, you are in it not to do it but to win it.  Girls love this , especially if delivered after a long passionate kiss, pretty much like the luscious cherry on the cake !

6-    Surprise gifts- Okay before you conclude how materialistic we are, let me tell you that the price does not matter as much as the time ! A surprise budget gift brings a bigger smile than a planned over the top gesture . That however does not mean we don’t love diamonds, keep them coming !

7-    Quick text responses- This whole concept circulated by all claiming to have been there and done that of playing it cool, uselessly waiting for 5 to 6 minutes to respond textually kills most chances of doing things sexually! Don’t make us wait until and unless its something genuine, that whole thing about pretending to be occupied and not always available is so 1939!

8-    Compliment thoughtfully- Yes it’s true we all love to hear how beautiful, gorgeous, jaw droppingly sexy, sassy and HAWT we are, but once in a while acknowledge us as something just more than eye candy. We have skills, the one you want us to have and the ones we need to have to survive, just show us you know about us.

9-    Hand written notes- Technology has surely taken over and we sure are tech savvy and happy, but the value of small hand written notes still continues to supersede an electronic message. If you are not the pen and paper kinda guy and it seems like too much of an effort then stick to texts- short, sweet, unexpected !

10-‘ You ‘ -  We are not narcissistic but we love it each time you begin a sentence with ‘you’ and make it about us. You have our 100% attention instantly, just don’t compare us to other women, and remember to end that sentence as beautifully as you began it . We would love the mention of sunshine, rain, a field of daffodils or even something quirky like automatic toothbrush, just let us know our presence is acknowledged and appreciated !

So try these 10 and make your Valentine’s a day a memorable one !

STATUTORY WARNING- The above is subject to a woman’s moods/ experiences/ choices ! There is no guarantee of what may happen, but you can sure give it a try , we definitely deserve an honest chance !

Passing thoughts and passengers

Each time I am at an airport, it’s a very typical feeling and sensation that I get. Till date my feelings have ranged from super ecstatic to unstoppably miserable. Leaving any given place where I have spent some memorable time is always very emotional for me. Right before leaving, I summarize my experiences in pictures, quickly browsing and reliving at the same time, saddened by the thought of it all gone by, and all over now in the present. Goodbyes are hard, regardless of the receiving party. The giver of goodbyes is  a person caught in an unavoidable situation. For me goodbyes don’t come easy, the ones which are not in my control are always the worst, where I am the receiver of a goodbye. At such times, it seems like the person/place is being left behind and deserves a piece of my heart if not all of it.  Hence, the lover in me always ends up breaking her own heart, owing it all to the giver of the goodbye.

Airports are however a colourful motley of experiences, memories and stories. So many people, so much movement, a little overwhelming for me to be honest.  Some leading, some following, some rushing , some worrying, some just trying to find their way for the very first time. Being in a crowd is like being exposed to a hundred books of varying genres at the same time, all open, all tempting, all inviting to discover and create and imagine. The hope in me to find the one book meant for me urges me to flip through as many as possible. It’s overwhelming, the number of impressions formed, the number of paper cuts incurred in such a small amount of time.

There is a reason why I am not fond of crowds, I haven’t discovered it completely though, but it has something to do with human interaction ( the non vocal one ) & my never ending search and hope to find him.

Whenever you look at a person , a complete glance at the whole person, the very first thought process of an impression/idea/story behind the face is highly intriguing. At places like airports, the lone walkers are the most interesting lot, me included 9 out of 10 times. For some reason, they are more conscious , more aware, more noticeable. Their eyes are seeking and anticipating, different things for different people, mostly company in novel forms and shapes. It is said that misery seeks company, so are the alone automatically miserable ? If so, then are all the couples and groups happy ? How does one know, and why does one need to ? Is a societal reassurance of one's happiness so essential that even overlooking our own heart's desire is acceptable ? If the journey began with the search for something, how can it conclude with the abandonment of the idea altogether ?

Questions unanswered are like an encouraging factor, they push you forward with a motive of finding the answers. Asking questions is the sign of learning, with questions we think more, know more, grow more. If one doesn't question and plainly accept, then one will effortlessly become a part of the herd, being driven in an unguided way, towards a default destination. There will be just one option, not questioned by anyone, hence being the only one available. In order to discover more, and conquer new territories, one must question, one must crave to go beyond the obvious, one must have the readiness to accept what comes with taking unknown risks. Einstein has stated "The one who didn't make any mistakes didn't try anything new " , and I have chosen to make mistakes rather than be boringly correct all the time ! Hence the conclusion , I don't need to read all the stories to write my own. 

All in a Glass

I generally begin my thought process and stories with a general statement but after a careful observation of the last few months of my life, I have come to realize I honestly don’t live a commoner’s life. The ratio of drama in my life to the ratio of drama in a regular person’s life is WAY out of balance.

Weekdays are overall combination of humour, surprises, lessons, bored moments which ultimately boil over to the seventh day saturation point where ultimately one scrapes through six harsh days to reach a Saturday night. Funny thing about Saturday Night is, they somehow turn out to be interesting.

This weekend I decided to take the lead of the entertainment section in my life, as no one seemed to be doing much to keep it from dozing off, and hence I truly did out do a lot of the past weekends, the recent ones at least.

So what began with a simple yes to a harmless, totally transparent and lovely looking glass, ended up in a cacophony of  loud discussions- all believed to be withholding secretes of wisdom somewhere deep within,  the most successful tricks of trade being discovered,  quickly followed by conversations which became utterly in-comprehensive in any given dialect or accent apart from the ones involved in it and ultimately concluding in a walk of trial- a highly determined but failed attempt to do what man took a hundred years to do but did successfully and has been doing following that, on a daily basis almost without noticing, like a reflex. I tried to walk.

The next thing I remember is waking up and rushing to work, realising upon my arrival exactly how hung-over I was. My throbbing head was a constant reminder and the stories people told me were a testimony to the ass kicking Saturday night movement of mine. 

To think it was the best, not knowing the worst awaited. I remember wishing to God how something so big in magnitude should happen that it dissolves or reduces my frantic night into the least of anybody’s worries or passing thoughts.

How certain things you wish for just come true, within a noticeable period of time. So Sunday Night was followed by me going out for a break from drama and intoxication, although my falling head, sleepy eyes and unsure feet were telling me to go some other way, I was still bound to go due to certain obligations. 

My plan was to go,  make the least noise, do the basic required and come back harmlessly. Unfortunately this was not his plan.

The night ended with a bundle of surprises and here are a few words to give you a picture.

#SLOSHED  #PASSEDOUT  #FALL #INJURY  #BLOOD  #HOSPITAL  #COPS  #VIOLENCE  #SLEEPDEPRIVATION.

Sometimes people think of things like, “ what if something happens to me, who will be there to take care and ensure safety and well being ? “ It’s best if such questions remain unanswered for as long a while as possible. The good thing for now is, I’ve realised that by the end of it all, if the entire experience brings a smile to your face, it’s probably worth it. These are the days of my life, and if it is going to be as wild as it has been till now, I sure am in for a helluva crazy ride, taking different seats as different occasions !