Celebrating singlehood. Not me.

Typical images – a pen, a cup of frothy coffee, some pink pencils (yuck!) and then hours spent penning down Shobha De type novels. A friend of mine sent me a blog that she liked, and wow, it made me write this one, about single women in Delhi, many of them in media, and their fun single life. A cynical distasteful take at it
I have changed.
I have grown up.
I don’t enjoy reading blogs written by single women about their girlfriends, trying to emulate a ‘sex and the city’ lifestyle
‘I don’t have a lifestyle, I have a life’ – From the movie California Suite spoken by Hannah – the politician, the character I identify with! (or would ideally like to emulate too, especially her acid tongue at times, or do I already have it?) Let me describe a single woman in Delhi. She will not get her hair cut short to wear her feminism on her sleeve, but she would keep in longer, showing that one can be beautiful and single – taking feminism a step further. And of course, there is no bra-burning, there is a closet full of yucky red frilly lingerie (Shucks, I sound like a feminist now!) and shoes. Lots of them – with matching dresses bought from North Block, oh this is a ‘Shane and Falguni Peacock’ original or from ‘Mango’. Oh, and they always have to have a cat – a single woman’s best friend – a cat. And an apartment somewhere in GK-1. Which would have lots of cushions with silk cushion covers in a riot of colours, lots of pot pourri, and
paraphernalia bought from Delhi Haat.
And they have to go shopping in Khan Market. You will find them in twos with names like Mona and Priti. Fussing over lipbalms and eyes shadows in Bodyshop, then going to ‘Big Chill’ for some pasta and some yummy dessert, typically blueberry cheesecake or a brownie with hot chocolate sauce. Which will always be followed by a late night rendezvous in one of the pubs where over glasses of red wine, they would so called ‘bond’ (actually bitch) about men (all the while hoping to get noticed by men) and celebrate singlehood.

Well I do it to, its just that I can’t believe someone does it 24/7. Too much of pink makes me nauseous actually.