Dressing Down is Good For The Soul.

When I see all those models and actresses strutting their stuff,fitting in too tight clothes and flaunting their poker straight hair,I always feel deep Compassion.I have an irresistible urge to wipe off the makeup from all those dolled up faces.

Dressing up when you feel like it is Good.But having a compulsion to look perfect all the time is a disease.And many women around me seem to be having it.Their marriages maybe breaking up,their kids maybe smoking pot but you will never see them running out of rouge or lipstick.

I find that this desire to hide ones warts and sores becomes counterproductive after a while. Because our deepest urge is to be loved and accepted for what we are.If we do not like what we see in the mirror or if we think others will not like it we try to cover it up.We may feel Happy also for some time. But not in a Dalai Lama,Zen Monk kind of way.It is more a "me against the Evil Forces " kind of way.And it tires you out.

Having the courage to go make-up free and sans power dresses when your heart is not in it is an essential art for healing every girl's troubled soul.

Hell will not break loose if you have the courage to let your ragged/carefree souls show.Men do it all the time.Try it.

Housework Hurdle.

Modern Marriages I often think flounder at the altar of Housework.

Housework is the deity that is never appeased and forever hungry.

And as the years pass by,with kids and their paraphernalia,the deity gets fatter fatter like an ajgar. And demands more and more upaasaks (servants).Like the temple priests these servants too realize their key position and act more like brokers and middlemen.And if as an outraged woman a la Rebecca,you  try to get rid of the middlemen,you find the ajgar dangling from your own sainted neck.

Not surprisingly, most women who happily see their husbands off for six month long foreign trips suffer extreme apoplexy if the servant goes off even for a day :))

That is why I do not understand all those Good Housekeeping Model Women.The kind who monitor their servants with the right mix of discipline and compassion so that they never act smart and are perfectly trained.If you must take all that trouble to teach them how to fold napkins and lay the table why keep them in the first place? For God's sake I am happy enough if I have someone prepare food hot off the stove. I can feed myself and kids out of the karahi even .So much so for napkins with rings and Pasta al Fettucini in Shrimp Sauce .

I have a theory -( infact many theories-as you will find out!).

I am sure these women sublimate all their desires into the Dream of the Purrfect House.That is the only way they can cope with the Drab Reality of Non-Existent Passion.Why waste time in wondering if your husband is having a fling with the new secretary and other skeletons -when you can fuss and fret over airing the linen cupboard and other harmless odours :))