What is it about love stories that have women craving for more? Having grown up on a steady supply of Judith Mcnaught's Kingdom Of dreams, Whitney, My love and many such more, I hopelessly fell in love with the idea of a historic romance. So much so that the obsession even got me into a tricky situation, when months ago, I realized I was living this dream. Soon enough this bubble burst and I recognized my folly and blatantly attributed it to Judith Mcnaught!
Although I am practical when it comes to being practical, realist when its test time and a romantic at mind(!) , I cannot help but accept my love for everything grandeur. Dont you wonder that History is romantic? Thanks, but I dont harbour any sentiments of 'crush' on Bhagat Singh or Hitler. But , what I do harbour is to bathe in the glory of the grand nature of everything english. Its sex, raw greed, pompousness, polished sophistication with more than a hint of malice and their easy approval of their myriad sexcapades. I fantasize heroes, although I cant imagine myself as a damsel in distress, purely because of my lack of self-acknowledged-beauty and the works. Damsels in distress are very pretty , also very irresistible. I wonder if i'd ever qualify for that job and hence in a dignified manner I fade my memory of myself as a damsel-in-distress. But, I still like heroes.
Heroes who have horses, who necessarily dont have to be good-looking or vain. They have to be courageous though. I think I attract courage. I like courage . Courage is such a rare quality. I would love a man who comes with a open mind and a big heart laden with enough courage to confide in me his reasons that interests him about me. I have found very few men who are courageous. All of us are hypocrites hiding behind our own curtains , adjustable ones. I met a spineless man and so spineless was he that unless he proves me wrong in my reading of his varying capacity of spinelessness, I will detest the mere idea of meeting men about whom I dont know much. Spinelessness is a quality that percolates the very texture of our finely-built society. Its a quality we are all born without but like obedient slaves we agree to. And now having met people who are masters at this act , I wonder how much I would love to smash such men's skull into two. You must wonder and be amazed if not delighted about my special bias towards men in this piece. But I must say, with much remorse that women are also party to this quality. Its just their way of acting that distinguishes them in my eyes. Men suppress when spineless, women become old when spineless. I hope you understand old here, you do?
I am not cruel by nature, I am quite nice. Its just that I dislike dishonesty.
I am leaving it here. Not articulated it well.
