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Of Unicorns, Disney Boyfriends, and Glass Slippers

Have fairly tales influenced our decisions? Are the happy endings we read about cause for our constant disappointment?

As I am 27, many many wonderful people take the liberty of reminding me that I am no longer in my ‘blossoming youth’ - I tell them often enough that if they approach these grounds without bodily provision, I will make parts of their anatomies blossom. I am just kidding, I do not say a word, I simply cower away with the most hackneyed excuse of all time ‘I am waiting for my Prince Charming’. To this, I always get the same answer saying that I watch too many sappy movies, read too many Mills & Boons (yes, in secret till I was 20) and watched too many Disney cartoons and I have UNREAL expectations. Can you believe the audacity these people possess?

When I think about this now, I think boys have been influenced by fairy tales far more than girls. Why? If you do think about it, their behaviour, perspectives, and assumptions are rooted in those magical books courtesy o…

Universal Truths

How long is forever? Why is marriage soon becoming what people do and regret in five years?

Recently, I had lunch with a friend. He’s one of Sri Lanka’s self-made millionaires (or billionaires at this stage) and has been married for 27 years. Over the last three years of being acquainted with him, I have become friends with his wife as well. Every so often when we do speak or bump into one another, we discuss work and life in general; I think he fancies the idea of being my “mentor” as we constantly deliberate over moves to make at work.

This occasion was different, he was agitated and obviously in need of venting out; I agreed to have lunch. No sooner the crab meat and egg droplet soup had arrived he spoke of his wife. I’d always maintained a respectable distance from topics related to domestic happiness and avoided delving in to areas that were too personal.

Over-exposure to boundaries so personal made me leave my soup aside and listen. (And it was the most aromatic soup ever) Appar…

Growing Pains

Each year, for my fortune, I learn a lesson. It usually takes place at the latter part of the year, but this year, my lesson was months too early. Last year, I learned that to be arrogant was to be ignorant. I would ignore or choose not to associate someone or learn something if it meant going beneath myself. How wrong I was, 2012 was the best year where my work was concerned, because this fact was a lesson well learned. I now know that with humility, you could earn respect, gain knowledge and if you’re lucky, more than what you bargained for.

This year, 2013, has not been kind to me. The prospect of turning 27 haunts me. I remember being 16 and thinking that any number beyond 25 was synonymous with “expired, icky, and wrinkles” – I passed that age 2 years ago. I may have gained knowledge, earned an income to support a decent lifestyle but I’m no different to who I was 11 years ago. I still believe in true love, I still believe in one love, and I still believe in soul mates. This yea…

Differing the Different

It’s Monday and I’m already wondering if I need psychiatric assistance. Incidents over the years and my reaction to them have got me asking if there no such thing as ‘forgetting’. Do our sub-conscious memories affect the way we behave? Do the atrocities we have suffered or witnessed others suffer change the course of our life? I’ve been told (too many times, me thinks) that I’m ‘independent’, ‘hard-hearted’ and ‘stubborn’ – my friend of 16 years told me recently these attributes are maybe the result of a not so great childhood or adolescence. She even thought that I don’t use enough smiley faces. Does that mean that if I had a “happy” childhood, I would be a milder person? If my parents had been exemplary individuals I would have been less temperamental? If I had been treated nicer by my “family”, I will be less independent and more vulnerable, as females are perceived / ought to be? If I had more extended family, I’d understand why so many people post statuses on Facebook of love t…

Chanelling Your Inner Amazon

In medieval times, a kingdom of Amazons was called a 'Femyny'. Not meaning to sound overly feminist, but I'd like to declare the present day world as our femyny. Evidently, Amazons were "man - haters" who maimed male infants and had partial mastectomies. This was not what I expected to find when I looked up Amazons. On the other hand, what I did like was that these women "fought" there battles in a male-centric world did justice to the armour that was worn and protected their tribes, dismissing the age-old norm that "man" was synonymous for "protector". This is much like today's world. I'm not denying that glass ceilings exist, indeed they do; but, I'm proud to see so many women conquer the odds. My wonderful boyfriend of six months constantly asks me why I wear such "heavy" (in his words) jewellery (also his words; I prefer 'bling'). I couldn't explain it at that point, but maybe this is my armour…

One Tart Too Many: Going against the tidal wave

One Tart Too Many: : Going against the tidal wave So, I thought that I could conveniently escape. Get away with no one seeing me. Remove myself, my thoughts and memories for all eternity long, but the tidal wave caught up and swallowed me in whole.

Which tidal wave? Oh, I didn't say it was social media did I? I thought social media would be a fast fading fad - a thing that teens did. How incredibly wrong I was. It's here to stay, and I've taken by second step (the first being when I signed up for a blog 2 years ago and forgot my password until Google reminded me of its existence) and resumed the "blog". I feel incredibly facetious to own a "blog". Maybe, after my fifth post I'll stop using quotation marks.

Maybe I'm late. But, I'd rather go and say hello to the host than not attend a party at all.

So, I raise my glass of champagne to the future. <clink!>