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What Men Want.

So in the last blog I spoke about women. What women want. What women think. Why women are emotionally layered creatures who can somehow cry over a reel, win an argument, overthink six scenarios simultaneously and still function normally. And after posting it I said my next blog would be about men. Or more specifically:- what men want. Now before the male species gets excited thinking this is finally a moment of victory after centuries of “women are so complicated,” let me pop that bubble immediately. You men are equally complicated. At least the ones from my generation are. Maybe the men from Dad’s generation were slightly simpler. Honestly I don’t know. Half of them seem emotionally stable and half of them look like they survived purely on responsibilities and chai. But boys today? Oh God. Complicated creatures. And before anyone says, “What do YOU know about men?” let me clarify, I don’t have a brother. My dad is basically my only bro. And while he and I discuss literally everything ...
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What do women want?

  It’s 3 am nearly, and my brain is still overworking over matters of the heart and cupid. And so I have thoughts. Like always.  NEWSFLASH- IT IS BLOODY LONG. Lol.  Women are fascinating creatures. Actually no —  humans  are fascinating creatures. But women? Women are layered. Emotional. Analytical. Contradictory. Soft and strong simultaneously. We can cry over a dead fictional character and then argue like lawyers five minutes later. We can say “I’m fine” while visibly not being fine and then get irritated when someone doesn’t notice we’re not fine. Beautifully exhausting species, honestly. And before men start preparing counterarguments, relax. Men are complex too. But women are emotionally engineered in a way that makes us process life very deeply. Some women more than others. And I think I fall into the latter category. I feel like I am pretty chill with relationships. (This is me btw talking without ever being in one, so unnecessary gyaan isn’t appreciated....
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Born in the wrong era

I have realised something about concerts. Before your first one, you genuinely think people are overreacting. Like okay calm down, it is just music no? Why are people crying over a man standing on stage with a guitar? Why are people saying “live music changes lives” as if they returned from war with a new perspective on humanity? And then one day the lights go off. The crowd starts screaming before the artist has even stepped on stage. Your heart starts racing for absolutely no logical reason. The first guitar note hits your chest instead of your ears. And suddenly you understand. Entirely. Completely. Horrifyingly. Because live music DOES change lives. I have been listening to rock music consciously for over 5 years now. Before that, it was just something Dad listened to. Something always playing during drives or lazy Sundays or random evenings at home. Bryan Adams, Guns N' Roses, Def Leppard and all the classics were always around me before I even properly understood music. I thi...
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