What’s running in his head

Ever wondered what a guy sees in you for the first time… when you enter the café or the classroom or maybe the supposed new office for the interview. The results are in sharp contrast to the things you fret over.

What he perceives of you is well too different from what you are detailing about. Men see at things in package deal, which does not mean you and your friend together for him!! No, incase he is not a pervert but a girl inside out top to bottom. You always think that why are you not rated as the most desirable by them, well think again something is wrong about you maybe your first impression!!

You have to stop playing I SEE… HE SAW game; make it a game in which you are not see – sawing, you are just winning!!

Thinking pattern of a man is something like of a kid trying to see the fancy items in the mart carefully settled on the aisle bearing the color coordination in mind by the store manager’s acumen. Similarly, men see the whole package, this does not mean that you walk out with dirty feet or hairy arms but yes firstly, you have to fill in yourself with that positivism which will burn all calories and negativity inside you. I will explain it with a few examples, look around and you will find this true on your own too and once you crack the code you can easily understand what impressions you have left.

Eyes:

You see - Given any opportunity you will somehow put some makeup on it, be it a fine line or think coat of mascara.

He sees - If your eyes look sad, the shine is lost and the dark eye shadows match the black of his tie. Makeup won’t hide your reality so go light with the makeup and heavy with your happiness.

Bottom line: They like happy women who are just living life and managing troubles yet not giving up.

Hair

You see - If your hair is straight or the in vogue messy style, because you want to epitomize the fashion of today. You will count your split ends and each time promise to snip them once the boss lets you off hook.

He sees - If your hair is not sparse and good to touch. If he wants to smell them or by any means wants to feel them since they are not dry, lady you are in utopia otherwise do not go out with your dry hair out… they all have dusters at home please do not offer a new one to them.

Bottom line: Men today want women who exude confidence with their real selves. A big mohawk full of sticky products will very much tune him out. They do not want dolls; their sisters let them play with them ages ago.

Smile:

You see - Your smile should not broaden your already 12 acre nose, and therefore you want to make a small line on your face. With the passage of years you have only looked more constipated right!

They see - A man is totally baffled with a beautiful smile,which certainly does not mean that we take cosmetic help for Julia Roberts dimples, but yes a genuine warm smile is what is the new come hither. Batting yor eye lashes will only indicate that you use inferior quality mascara but a warm smile will tell him that the sun kisses your feet first and then walk out shining.

Bottom line: what you have been told that a smiling lady misses the most shots, since she seems approachable well, put that verse in the trash can. It’s just that the smiling woman aims for the best so losing the lamer ones is never bad.

Similarly, what you might see in your figure, your height and sense of dressing might actually not even be registered by them and they are looking at you in a totally different way remember they are wired.

A man sees a woman in many other ways like her figure her curves, yes he does dirty thinking we all know it’s a cliché now. But there is more than that, he will see your personality your laughter your sense of contentment, ambitions and accomplishments, aims and energy for future. Yes he will not want a woman caked with makeup or baring her cleavage for the whole nation but he will definitely want someone who has put some effort to look good.

Women today, have gone crazy to get that attention but the simple facts of happiness have been ignored, to all of you the only tip is be yourself and be happy; there is nothing more attractive than a happy person with an infectious warm aura around herself. He only wants to be more happy right? And that comes when you are happy.  

“I think he likes you” said Asma as soon as I hung up on Kashaf my colleague. Totally baffled by the love premonition from an old chum I could only manage “what makes you think so” and came that sagacious smile that most people tend to throw when they think they are right.

“Well.. you know a lot of things , like lately you mention him a lot his calls are all so frequent your  social movements are with him be it some new eatery or a launch” sang my friend in a minute. In a minute I recapped all my activities, saw the film of my life rewind sans the annoying tape voice shown in movies.

Gosh so that’s how they think I wonder and then settle down to think to undo it somehow.

Now when I sit down to pen my memoirs for my best colleague I can only recall times when I have had a total blast with him. If they choose to call it love , I do not care much because don’t we all love our girlfriends to death, we are there for their hair disasters for a mass swearing when the tailor screws up the sheer yards of expensive fabric or their crushes are with someone else.

Our personal problems are that invisible baggage that we carry with ourselves even in our sleep, our professional problems maybe shelved for a while but personal problems come with us to our work too and finding anyone who cares to carefully examine that bag and then perk you up definitely tops the list of loved ones.

So the likes of Kashaf are found rarely they are those rare pearls whom you first fail to recognize in the office clutter but once you find them and know their worth the only thing you can do is wear them with pride because they become your best friends.

Life is a riddle that should be solved with people that one is comfortable with; passing in the labyrinth and making every moment a cherished one.

Friendship between a guy and a girl might bloom into the flower of love but the manure behind is the constant feeding from our own circle, once our peers see that we are becoming too good a chum with each other they decide to compartmentalize the camaraderie their ways; that is LOVE.

To refute the L word the more I fight the more messy it gets, I can only say that love is what we care and we care the most for our family and friends and if my friend is an xy chromosome shoot me strangle me or kill me, but I won’t stop caring for the one who made a happy face out of my tears and gave me rose glasses to see the world and fight it.

Blue Farts

The nouveau riche of a third world country are just an exclusive breed who upon climbing the ladder of society tend to discard the cloak of their conscience and true identities to swim in the sea of socialites.

My recent interaction with the newly acquired blue blooded people was more than disgusting, with a country hit by the biggest devastation of floods and a plane crash what these people had were blue farts out of their wrong holes… very explicitly their mouths.

The conversation on the regal iftar party revolved around dropping the right names making sure your contacts were the mightiest. A month of piety turned into a total flash and pomp event with menu good enough to feed 200 empty stomachs. The gentry all wearing branded lawns and embroideries with perfectly blow dried hair after spending good time and money and all the alpha males reeking of wealth. Let alone the adults the stench of money came from the younger lot with cellular phones worth my two months of salary, but with an avalanche of money comes a shovel of responsibility to let it out in the right people, which unfortunately these superficial lot were not aware of. Mrs. X could not stop farting about her foreign trip to UK and how she made a killing at the big brand stores there, how she bought her Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahnick with her pet of a son in law doing well in the stock exchange. Half the times I caught myself mesmerized by the whiff of money and pining for a similar lifestyle but I have to thank Almighty for getting my conscience out of the serious money hypnotism. I sat there assimilating how the whole echelon of the poor country was not a pixel different from the modern civilized countries, who spoke about money n fashion incessantly; yet the similarity was just on talk and appearances, their inside was ugly and bitter unlike the French or English aristocracy at least they had a heart when things went wrong with their light skinned brothers. But here we as followers of a religion where color and caste is not a question I sat in shallow people who did not give a hoot to the sufferings of people just the topics of designers, marriages, divorces, mergers bankruptcies and poor friends * with extra spice and chuckles* were discussed.

A time to be together with the underprivileged and devastated by showing some solidarity turned into the most grotesquely pretentious get together.

Some blue farts of self proclaimed blue blood.

Page from a Karachiite girl's diary

Morning exercise is one thing which has kept me sane through out, living in an urban city where everything seems to go awry one minute and hilarious the other bit, I took up my healthy morning habits of exercising and enjoying the Karachi breeze which is synonymous with tranquility; yes well laced with bus smoke and pollution I still seem to enjoy the Kolachi wind which kisses my room good morning.