Blessed are the beautiful

Do beautiful people get it all easy in life?

In my 24 years of a somewhat interesting existence, I have observed a few trends that transcend genders, cultures and timezones.

One of them is that really good looking people, I mean drop-dead gorgeous... somehow get it all easier/faster than the rest of us.

They seem to belong to an elevated world of unbelievable, sometimes undeserved, mindboggling beauty.... people who get noticed by bouncers outside popular clubs and can hence skip the line, those who can hail a taxi ten times faster than the rest of us, and those that everyone wants to meet or be.

Those who say that beauty can take you only so far, are they just jealous, not-so-attractive, brainy critics who are trying to justify their own existence? Becos I think beauty is one thing that can take you very far in life. You are always treated like a special creature by the world around you. You walk into a club, a wedding, a family get together or into a school classroom ... the whole world is just mesmerized. And if you happen to be this exotic creatures' friend, be prepared to be ignored royally for a while. People will be shaking hands with you when introduced, but their eyes will be talking to the "creature".

What about interviews? I thought, come on that sounds far-fetched... I am sure interviewers notice that the candidate is attractive but that cannot be a factor of choice. Research proves that beautiful "creatures" can clinch the deal in an interview based on their beauty. It is supposed to be a sub-conscious "halo-effect" that takes over an interviewer's mind. If this person is so attractive, so charming... I'm sure that they are good at their job, good at life, good at everything. If the interviewer had to choose between two candidates who are somewhat similarly qualified, you can be sure that the attractive one is in.

Hmm. What about a social life? Beautiful people have FABULOUS social lives and wait - without trying. Everyone wants to befriend them and that automatically opens doors to conversation. I think this also trickles into their love lives. Generally, the first thing that attracts a person to the opposite sex is looks and if one's got a 100/100 there, then the foundation to a relationship is laid pretty solid. The halo effect can probably apply here as well. A beautiful creature automatically catches your eye without having to try too hard, while the rest of us will be invisible, how ever hard we try.

Also there is the matter of quantity and quality, a beautiful creature will have triple the number of interested parties to choose from so that automatically increases the chances of finding a great partner. You end up choosing the best one for you out of the huge set of options in front of you. If you compare that situation to the rest of us under-privileged (if i may use that term without being prosecuted) creatures, a handful of people would actually be interested in the first look (those who supposedly look deeper lol) , out of which a few, you might create a miniscule connection with .... so you can count your options for a lifepartner on the the fingers of your hand. They say - settle for what you have and thats what most of us end up doing, maybe for the lack of confidence of finding something better suited for us?

Now my brain-spew above is just a collection of possibly prejudiced opinions but maybe some of you may identify with what I am saying. Now, the next question to debate is whether beauty is a sustained formula for success.... does the competitive advantage last?

Confucious says...

Love is like a desperate call to the suicide helpline...

it saves you from your seemingly unending misery, just in time.

love-bytes

The last few days have just tizzyed past me. I guess love makes you lose track of time. and much more.

Miserable me decided to go away for a while (hoping she has permanently moved to Alaska) and let carefree, chilled out and oh-can-I-dare-say-it HAPPY?!!!? me bring in the year 2009.

I've recently taken up some very strange activities and characteristics which do not suit my regular personality as I know it (well, not the recent "me" atleast)
Many a time, I find myself...

smiling like a goofy fifteen year old 24X7.

dancing .... all the time.... in the shower, in the kitchen, in the lawn, in the bedroom, on the road, in a coffee shop, in a club, at a petrol bunk, in my head, in my dreams and in his arms...

laughing... at funny jokes and at not so funny jokes

staring at the clouds and the night sky

smiling at my dad's angry face when he is yelling at me for being useless all day

endlessly waiting for my phone to ring, craving to hear his voice

becoming an insomniac

blocking out my past, my negative emotions and any apprehensions or confusions that may haunt me

getting up in the morning with excitement for the coming day in my head

constantly looking out of my window for that beat-down grey ikon. 9459.

checking the hair one too many times and once I look perfect, kissing myself in the mirror. What? I am worth the lovin I say.

feeling the happy vibe even after he has left.

flaunting my beautiful ring to every single human being that happens to cross my path. Oh wait, I didn't spare the neighbour's dog either.

forgetting all the miserable moments last year

and more than anything,

looking forward to life and loving every moment of it!

Since Dec 29, I have lost...

1. a job I loved.
2. a person who meant a lot
3. my ambition and dreams
4. my will power
5. my way to the gym
6. my faith in the corporate system.
7. a best friend
8. my heart
9. 2000 rupees
10. my confidence in my professional prowess
11. my 23rd year
12. my misconception that I don't have close friends

I have gained... a new perspective on life and a smile on my face (for the most part)!

It's time for prozac!

I had two weeks of vacation time and I have spend most of it at home staring at my wall, talking to my two very bored dogs and watching random serials on all the possible channels I could find on my cable TV menu.

I am by far the most non-happening person I have come across. All my friends including my dearest ex are in Goa having a ball, while I sit here writing this depressing post.

It's time for prozac. Well, a vacation could do it too, I suppose.

Truth or dare?

So here is what I picked up from a good friend's blog:

The way its supposed to go is that you get a chance to express ur true feelings by answering these questions honestly... no negative or positive repurcussions, I promise.

1. Who are you?

2. Are we friends?

3. Something I have and you want?

4. Give me a nick name and explain why you picked it?

5. Describe me in one word?

6. What was your first impression of me?

7. Do you still think that way about me now?

8. What reminds you of me?

9. If you could ever give me one thing, what would it be?

10. How well do you know me?

11. How do you see me in future?

12. Ever wanted to tell me anything, but couldn't?

Source: Paradox Phillic (I don't plagiarise whether I am accused of it or not :P )

Hmm.

They say, you can never part with someone on "good terms", because if you were on good terms with that person, why would you part?