Woolgatherer's Tales
Woolgatherer's Tales
Human beings feed off other people's miseries!
The statement hit me hard but when I thought about it...I recognized its trueness. Most of us are nice people. We do not want others to suffer. However, when we see that others have problems, there is a strangely satisfying feeling of not being the only one in trouble. That's not the definition of being nice now, is it?
posted by mystic chick @ 8:58 PM   3 comments
Letter to an old acquaintance
Hello mister pervert,

Remember me? I often bump into you on the street. In fact, we met twice today; once in the morning when I made my way to work and you complimented me on my dark goggles and fair complexion by singing a line of a Hindi film song, and then in the evening when you invited me to a bagiya.

Okay, now that you recollect who I am, let me take this opportunity to thank you for umpteen gifts you have bestowed on me. Let me beign with the gift of early revelation. I remember meeting you for the first time when I was around 12. It was a hot summer afternoon and I was walking back from a video store when you gave me the first ever glimpse of a wee-wee. Thanks ever so much for helping me grow up before time.

Mister ageless man, thanks for always being around. Friends may come and go, but you have always been there. Giving me that look as I walked back from school, making me run past the dark alley after a late tution class, whistling when I rushed for an early morning lecture with hair still wet, twitching my breast as I walked with my mother, trying to rub against me in a crowded bus...you have never let me feel unwanted.

Thanks for scaring my family. You also get the credit for ridding me of three girlfriends whose marriage I could not attend as my family feared you would make an appearance as I got back home. Yeah, and that rafting trip I could never take, thanks to you, old pal.

Mister man-from-no-particular-social-strata, you are also the one to be thanked for putting me off boys in my teens. You made sure I never went for moon-lit walks, I never ate ice cream on the green-dewy lawns of India Gate at midnight, I stayed home on the eve of millennium, and I never wasted time on a lot of other such meaningless experiences.

After all it is my fault that I am a girl. A girl who needs to be safe. A girl who needs to think three times before visiting a friend late in the evening. A girl who has learned to inwardly smile at lewd invitations for a quickie behind the wall. A girl who is looked at as an object. And, you are the man of suppressed desires and overflowing frustration. You need an outlet. I understand. However, I do not want you to meet my future daughter. Do you understand? I do not want you to scare my little girl out of her wits while she is on a trip to Vaishno Devi with her friends. I do not want you to soil my daughter's fond memories of the first kiss. I will not let you. Today, I promise myself that I'll take the first small but meaningful step to ensure my future child's safety. I will call 1091 the next time I see you.

Yours sincerely,
mystic chick
posted by mystic chick @ 7:07 AM   7 comments
How much do I have?
Post idea flicked from the veracious Desi Chick.

They say that every woman should have:

~One old love she can imagine going back to... and one who reminds her how far she has come
I can imagine going back to Nob, my first love. But the problem is that it is Nob who reminds me how far I've come. Do the two cancel each other out? Crap!

~Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to
I guess, I do. However, I detest living by myself. But that is not the question, is it?

~Something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour
Oh yeah, that I definitely have. =)

~A youth she's content to leave behind
The way things are, I think that should not be a problem.

~A past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age
Juicy? I am more of a nice girl, but yeah, I think I'd have a couple of anecdotes under this category as well.

~A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra
No, no, and no. But these can be easily fixed. I'll start with number three. ;)

~One friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry
Yes and yes. :)

~A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family
Nope. I am planning on getting myself a smart bookcase soon. Will that count?

~Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored
NONE. I begin honing my cooking skills Sunday onwards. Plates and glasses shall follow.

~A feeling of control over her destiny
Hmm...to a certain limit, yes. I'd say, I control 50% of my destiny and G controls the other half.
posted by mystic chick @ 7:14 AM   5 comments

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