A woman's BFF

I always wonder why women do it to each other? She must foul mouth her best friend. She must comment on every girl's body, hair and clothes. She must compare herself with every woman she knows and pretend to feel superior while in her head she only feels low on confidence.

Imagine a group of 4 teenage friends who claim to be very close to each other. Two of them fight, the other two will pick a side and wouldn't wait to start bitching. Go to a party and you will find two women who discover they are wearing the same clothes turn into mortal enemies. Alternately, pick up the newspaper and you will find that women ask for dowry from other women. Women set rules about clothing. Women judge other women on most aspects men are blamed for. You are an outcast if you miss a birthday party.

I'm not saying men are right but the way they treat each other is fabulous. If they disagree on something, they punch each other and forget about it. They never talk about people like women do. They have a strong bond.

When women see a friend after a few years they said- have you gained weight? or what happened to your skin? or I heard your boyfriend broke up with you, how are you holding up? In their head they just calculate whether they are doing better. If they feel they aren't, they would talk more and dig into their 'friend's' life to find some filth that they can use to feel better about themselves.

Women judge everyone. While they would judge another woman on her physical appearance and how anything that happens in her life is influenced by it, a man would be judged on his pure ability to make money. It seems women think they are inferior as they do not want to compete with men on a mental level.

There has been a lot on debate on issues like dowry, rape, female feticide and other evils on women. They are really sad issues but I hate to say most of the times women don't support other women in such issues. If a boy's mother asks for dowry, the girl does be a party to giving it to them. A girl should just get up and leave her wedding. Take a stand. If a girl is not getting education, she should fight for it.

But look at us. Look at how petty we are. We don't want to earn money ourselves and let men pay. We let them pamper us. We prepare our bodies by working out not to be healthier but be desirable while he comes with a beer belly and bald head thinking he's the most attractive man on earth. Then we complain that we are ill-treated. Fill our head with garbage and leave no space for peace and knowledge.

When our friends meet us, how many go beyond the physical appearance and actually discuss a book or debate on politics? I know women who claim to be good lawyers but think having pre-marital sex is illegal in their country. Women working in news channels who don't even know the prime minister or how many states are in India. All they want to do is obsess over their weight, party on Saturday and bitch about other women.

Women do not know friendship. No matter what they claim or think they believe. They judge other women on petty issues. They are incapable of standing up for each other till there is a big sensational news where they suddenly feel sisterly love.

Peas in a pod

Oh! That notorious little magical pea in a pod. In that basket there were lots of pods and she was not welcome.  She would often run away from the pod and was not welcome back. All she wanted was a pod where she fit, all she wanted was a pod where she fit.

First, she went to a tiny pod. Oh! how scared the other peas were.

Then, she went to a big pod. Oh! how tiny she was.

She then tried a new pod. Oh! how old she was.

Then she tried an old pod. Oh! how young she was.

Then she tried a green pod. Oh! how blue she was.

In the whole round basket, there was no pod where she belonged. No pod that she longed for. This wait had been quite prolonged.

The tired blue oddly sized middle aged pea then found a corner. A dark corner which scared her more. She would look up at all the pods she'd once been a part of and wondered where she belonged? Was there any place in the round basket where she fit?