When I was in my teens, I used to think life was so simple. One day I will meet a nice, handsome boy, we'll fall in love, get married and produce our 3 babies!! Sigh! Am I disappointed! Now, I find a brand new route to trek on every day.
1- There are those people that I love, but only as friends, and can't even think of anything more.
2- There are others who I love, and think of as possible marriage material, but of course this category will never love me back - life can't be that easy!
3- Then there is the third kind - the ones I think of as marriage material, but for some vague reason(x-factor, anyone?) just don't feel
like marrying them. (what's that even supposed to mean???)
4 - OOh the eye candy batch - those who I love to stare at, think about when I am blue --> just pure CC(chaksu c*&^) mat'l!
5- Of course my fav types - the lust factor group. Those who I crave for, but a relationship - no way. But at the same time, I am not happy just staring at them. Even though I know they are so not good for me, I want something more . . . and at the back of my mind, I know that's just another way to complicate things further - but that doesn't stop me, does it??
Of course with each passing day, the above intertwine and I come up with new combo's. And to add to all of these, being desi doesn't help. We desis are never satisfied, and so go about mastering the art of making the complicated just a little more complicated. We add all the wonderful prerequisites of religion, caste, sub-caste, state, food, class, language, color and what not.
Which all brings me to my subject, the start of a lovely Avril number - "Complicated": uh-huh life's like this uh-huh that's the way it is chill out what you yellin' for lay back it's all been done before *Muah* to all those who put up with me through my PMS days.