Get real girls..
I saw a few episodes of SplitsVilla today on MTV. Must say, it was terrible. Not because it had skin show, which it had, but because girls are so bloody stupid. Guys on the other hand, as always walk away after having lot of fun.
What I fail to understand is how do these 10-12 girls actually become ready to be a part of this show where they know they are going to be mocked at. Why put yourself through such unintelligent brainless rigmarole? I really hated what was happening. After all, women themselves want to degrade their clan by vying for the attention of two super idiotic, dimwitted so called males who are definitely male chauvinist pigs. Man! Those guys cannot even speak in English. Plus, it all boils down to one thing in the girls- Sex appeal and then some more. Is wearing skimpy clothes and dancing seductively the only way to grab a man's attention. These very girls consider themselves intelligent. Hah! My foot! The girls appearing on both Splits villa and Get Gorgeous (Channel V) are anything but intelligent. Yes they are sexy, (whatever), they maybe bold but totally dumb! Please don't tarnish other normal girls' image specially in front of guys. Its been only recently that some guys have started accepting that girls too are smart and intellectual.
Any way, one verdict: DUMB girls, DUMBER guys and an extremely DUMB show.
MTV.....yuck!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Can I be a child?
Ma, can I be your child again?
As I grapple with life everyday,
As I struggle to fit in.
Sometimes here, sometimes there
I remember the days ma,
when if i was alone, you played with me.
When my life revolved around dolls and dogs.
When I could come crying to you because Ramu did not talk.
When you brought me that lovely pink frock.
I remember those days now ma,
As I struggle to fit in.
I am an adult now.
I am responsible.
I have to work now,
earn something feasible
I remember those days now ma,
When if I was afraid, you hugged me.
When i was ill, to sleep you lulled me
When you told me stories of Alice in Wonderland,
When you told me of Peter Pan and Neverland
Today I am afraid ma,
I need your soft push to get me going.
I need you to help me face the storms.
I have to face the rain alone,
I am afraid I will falter.
Will you offer me your hand again?
So I can bear the pain.
Oh! Can I be a Child ma?
Can I be your child again?
As I grapple with life everyday,
As I struggle to fit in.
Sometimes here, sometimes there
I remember the days ma,
when if i was alone, you played with me.
When my life revolved around dolls and dogs.
When I could come crying to you because Ramu did not talk.
When you brought me that lovely pink frock.
I remember those days now ma,
As I struggle to fit in.
I am an adult now.
I am responsible.
I have to work now,
earn something feasible
I remember those days now ma,
When if I was afraid, you hugged me.
When i was ill, to sleep you lulled me
When you told me stories of Alice in Wonderland,
When you told me of Peter Pan and Neverland
Today I am afraid ma,
I need your soft push to get me going.
I need you to help me face the storms.
I have to face the rain alone,
I am afraid I will falter.
Will you offer me your hand again?
So I can bear the pain.
Oh! Can I be a Child ma?
Can I be your child again?
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