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Ever heard your folks say, "Don't do it!"
And we end up doing it.. after all "Forbidden fruits taste sweeter!"
Am I a baddie, if I get myself tattooed?! Am I a baddie, if I pierce my navel? Am I a baddie, if I......
Well... ya there are loads of If's...
Once upon a time, my grandmom freaked out if I wore sleeveless outfits... Now she's used to it... Infact she loves it... And there are several things that add up to this list... Are we getting better with time, or are they getting used to it?!! It still amazes me to find my department forcing us to wear ONLY salwars with duppattas, when the rest of the college (yes! sadly it's a girls' college) sings freedom!!!
Now, I know who is old and conservative!
We hear this Is-western-culture-influencing-youngsters debate reverberating all around us... Yes, it is and in a very nice way! I love my pair of jeans and I'd practically jump anywhere and everywhere with it.... Ofcourse I love tattoes and I'd trade my mobile phone for it if the situation demands and I can go on and on... I personally chose to stay away from more piercings cos I definitely don't want to look like a hippie and scare away people!
And I find it so refreshing and gratifying to break rules and conventions! It is my new high!
Why should people stick on to baseless conventions and place silly restrictions on something that is chic and cool?! Whatever may be the hue and cry, a significant bunch of them still don't give up and torture us!!!
The best is PAY NO HEED & DEFY RULES!!!

Liz and I

No!! It's not Liz Hurley I'm talking about... I'm befriending the most shunned soul on planet earth... the reigning king of the revered reptile family "THE LIZARD". Ofcourse I go yikeeeeeees when I happen to spot one. My dearest Liz' omnipresence can be quite annoying but oflate I happen to feel this growing compassion for the Lizzie fraternity! Couple of days back, I spotted a teeny weeny newborn Liz behind my bedroom door... Really... It was soo cute. I called out for my mom... And like the mistress with the broom who never ceases to run around the house chasing Tom, my mom came with the longest broom ever made in history to chase away the tiny baby... No! My mom is not a baddie! She just does not want to give me Lizzie soup... And after a 10 minute duel around the cot, the tiny Liz lost it's tail... Freak accident.... I kicked up a fight with my mom for terrorizing the baby... I lived the 10 ugly minutes of the baby Liz in my mind. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really compassionate... I devoured cloned chicken strips recently and now I kick up a revolt against my mom to stop chasing the poor soul! Let not the tongue know what the heart feels! Killing at once is much much better than letting the soul live through a prolonged trauma! Yes, now don't ask me what I was trying to say.... Just Eat Don't Chase!!!

My twin sis writes...

http://ramapar-worldinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/chimerical-idealist-community.html

Take a peek at this post... this is somethin that i've wanted to address for a long time now... my sis has done the honours! :D