Genuine Koschans

Disclaimer: no Konnection wid ME!!!

1) What does one do when a certain ex-boyfriend is now feeling lonely, unsatisfied with his present gf and calls one up and one doesn't want to be a bitch but one doesn't really have time/ patience for him either?

2) Seeing as virginity for women is given so much importance in India, how many brides are really virgin when they get married?

2.1) Seeing as the "first night" is given so much importance in India and made a big deal of, how many couples really, actually have sex make love after the long wedding day just because "it's the first night"?

2.2) So, everybody wants their first time to be beautiful, wonderful and all those things. But of course it's never going to be. You'll fumble around and not know what the fuck to do. Besides, it'll pain like a bitch.

2.3: Is it the same for boys? I've heard it is but was never really convinced. So, how do all these people call first times "beautiful"? And more importantly, why do they leave it to the first night of marriage? Are they so eager to start the fuckery that marriage is? (Pun totally not intended.)

2.4) If a girl remains celibate for a long time (let's say 2 years) will it hurt all over again when she becomes sexually active again?

3) Is it really everyone's mothers who are always the problem? All the cases I know of, but excluding mine, the problems are always the mothers. In that case, why do the films always show the mothers as being this nice, selfless, doting women?

3.1: Are all mothers prejudiced and judgmental?

4) I know this question has been asked over and over again by a lot of people but really, what is it with people wanting their children's pictures as display pictures?! It's scary when their status updates are something like: "What the fuck do these in-laws think of themselves?" No. Kidding.

5) Is money really the most important thing in the world? More important than your relations and ethics? And please, before your reflexes jump in and say "of course not!!" think for a moment and then answer. Because I think the answer might be yes for me.

6) Whether we die in 2012 or not, can we please kill all the

T.Vs?

The species called women

I confess I am not a man hater. I surely am not; and I have references to prove that. But, I am jealous of men. I surely am.

Of the many things for which I'm jealous of men ( lack of fear of anything, capacity for alcohol, ability to travel anywhere anyhow, license for immaturity, capacity to burp anywhere and so on) the one that gets my vote is the way they handle their friendships.

It doesn’t take much for two guys to be friends. A beer, a shared passion for a game or loyalty to a particular team, similar music tastes, whatever. For men, a friend could be the guy they drink with, smoke with, bitch about women with, watch a game with, play a game with, do lame-ass shit with, and even borrow shit from.

For a woman, a friend is someone you bonded with. Someone with whom you’ve shared your life’s secrets and who shared hers with you. This is true of everyone from her shopping buddy to the woman she calls in the middle of the night to ask about pregnancy tests. For a woman, a friend is a heavy serious shit. Not that it’s not for a man. But with women, its super serious. And you have to accept it. And literally so, because sometimes (read: most of the times) a woman’s best friend and cut throat enemy are the same person. She will never accept it anyway.

When a guy screws his friend over, they get into old fashioned fight, beat the crap out of each other till someone says it’s over and then they shake hands and go back to being friends. Just friends.

This cannot happen to women at any cost.

When a woman screws her friend over, there begins a complex and dynamic game of revenge and consequences.

A woman, like an elephant, never forgets and never forgives. We expect the men to screw us over in the first place. Yes, we always know before they actually plan to stab us. At least the realists amongst us accepts it quite well. Others, just know it. So when it happens, we become sad, cry a little or more, indulge in anything chocolate, retail therapy and move on.

The simple reason for this that men don’t get and women don’t admit is that for women, for us, every other woman is a competition. Any woman who is prettier, smarter, thinner, more accomplished, a better cook, more looked at, more listened to, faster, has pretty shoes, a better multi-tasker, is just that. Competition. Any good MBA will tell you, you never make friends with the rival. But it’s the femme-titude, we never listen.

A woman will laugh hours with her friend cum enemy, goes home and then decides what to wear the next time they meet so that she looks hotter, thinner, richer that the other woman.

This will never happen to men. Never. They are retards who love simple solutions to life, unlike their psychoanalytic counterparts... :P.

Sorry

A piece of Friction written by me …

Pia was sitting in front of her PC,but had her eyes fixed on the photo frame placed on the table beside the lampshade. She was there,he was there,smiling,close to each other. Last night’s quarrel kept repeating itself in her mind,every word,every phrase,every sentence.

Pia spoke to herself.”let him go, let him go Pia, you don’t need him, go on with your life”

She shifted her eyes to the computer screen. Opened her inbox,and then opened an already read mail. A mail from mamma…

“Dear Pia,

Theres a news.The boy I and my your papa had chosen for you has approved for you. He and his family like you.They wanna proceed. Your papa likes him too. We expect a positive reply from you too dearie. Give it a thought. And when you are done give me a call.

mamma “

Pia took a deep breath and reached for her cell phone….went to ‘contacts’…typed ‘M’…all contacts starting with ‘M’ started showing up. It was easy for her to find out ‘Mamma’….next her thumb went up to the green button to dial….but she stopped..

She heard something….some conversation….surely from the other side of the wall…

“girl :- why didn’t you say sorry???

boy :-and why didn’t you??

girl :-i waited

boy :-me too..”

all silent………..only some sobs could be heard….they too fainted with time…

Pia looked at the screen of her cell phone…pressed a button…beep…. ‘Mamma’ was still highlighted…..she went further down…and stopped at ‘Manish’……..dialed…….

The caller tune could be heard..

“zindagi do pal ki…..intezarr kab tak hum karenge bhala”

Remove your clothes, run in the field...

"I am a New Generation Girl!!! Anything for my country to get home the World Cup. So INDIA cheer with me that we need 1983 World Cup BACK." ~Poonam Pandey

Only if the *new generation girl* of proud India could understand going naked is the most easiest thing you can do to get famous in a country full of narrow minded pigs. I must admit I am jealous yet admire the courage & wit (yes wit) Poonam Pandey has displayed to become the most googled, most tweeted personality for a week or so. This is huge. Stealing thunder of the whole cricket team and exploiting it to build your market apart from Kingfisher's Swim Suit calender is an achievement. 20, not-so-hot & yet famous!

One odd case that I can think of, which is similar to this is of Jhanvi Kapoor who completely stole the show from Aishwarya Rai's wedding! These women, they come & go. They have one week of fame and that dies like soda water. However, people still remember the name. Till date, when ever Aishwarya-Abhishek's wedding is discussed you see little * mentioning Jhanvi Kapoor in the note.

If India won 2011 ICC world cup, Poonam Pandey will be discussed till the time remains. I do not know who's brains are behind such controversies. If its the PR, if Jhanvi was right about sleeping with Abhishek, if Poonam is this blinded to think she is the one for whom the Boys would win the cup. I can not understand any of that.

As far as I can read & understand english correctly, Poonam Pandey is even happy to undress herself in the dressing room of Indian cricket team, her family is supportive and I do not see any moral policing from Shiv Sena as well. All I can say is, well played darling, only if I knew fame was this easy to gain...I would have willingly removed my clothes & ran in the field...

Cheers & bravo to you!