MEN AND PERIODS.

No. It's not that time of the month for me. It's none of your business any way! It was just a cheap trick to attract your attention.

Dear overrated Mr. Santa Claus,

It's your time in a week or two. It's time you wake up from your endless dreams and wash your red outfit to wear it again like every time. It's time you shave! It's time you get a nose-plastic surgery done. It's time you fool the kids. 

AND, It's high time you fulfill my wishes and unrealistic dreams. Or I'll question your existence for the rest of my life. I'll tell my kids to tell all the other kids they know that you are one big fat lie.

Here is my precise neat list of all the complaints I have. 

1. WEIGHTY ISSUES.

Why on Earth am I not size zero? Why have I been given genes that make me think that even a breath of fresh air will add to my BMI.  

2. JUSTICE TO THE POST TITLE.

Why don't the other set of homo sapiens have periods? Put them in their bodies for once. They should know what we, strong independent nice women go through every month and still bear with all the crap on this planet.

 Don't curse me, boy!

3. FEARLESS ME.

Dar ke aage jeet hai? I have spent my entire life around this one single stupid funda. And I don't like it this way. Make me fearless, please? I need to do a lot in my life and this stupid fear doesn't let me rest peacefully every night.

4. SINGER HU MAI!

I love to sing. But others don't really prefer hearing that. Just install that Indian Idol in me today.

5. DANCER BHI HU.

Why am I not able to move like Shakira? Why doesn't it come naturally to me with all the confidence in the world.

6. BOURN VITA KID.

Why don't I have a deep interest in nuclear science, history, c++. Basically all the subjects that make you a knowledge bank.

7. CRUSH? WHAT IS THAT?

It's been a month I've had a crush on anyone. I think I've lost the ability to like men. 

Don't think the other way, you judge mental prick! I am straight as hell.

8. HAIR.

You see the hair fall I am having ever since I've come to Manipal. It's giving me nightmares of me going bald.

Room-mate: You comb your hair a lot these days!

Me : Just a matter of three to four years. I don't think there will be anything left after that.

I hope the above remains a joke only!

9. JOURNALISM.

Send me to Symbiosis or Xaviers, please! :(

Senti topic.

This is it for now. Just do something about all of these and I'll go around with you next year singing your anthem 'Jingle Bells'.

Yours sincerely,
Never satisfied woman.