i beg your pardon..Mr.Right??

Perception is what you percieve of a notion.like the famous saying goes.."a thing of beauty is a joy forever!"we ladies are not only beautiful but also a gorgeous creations of god.since we talking about "perceptions" today lets talk about Mr.Right,ya ya the guy your mum and mine have told us about.there seems to be a right time for everything and a Mr.Right for every girl.but,in majority of the cases in india,when we eventually end up meeting our respective Mr.Right,little do we know that his first name is "Always".

We read newspapers,magazines...comeon its almost considered a lament to do so.it can be very entertaining if read avidly.it is one perfect form of continious fiction.come to think of it we are called the "weaker sex" and then we are also called "the weapon of mass distruction".why is that nobody seems to be able to make up their minds once and for all?why is that we have to be at the recieving end of most of the comments or even jokes for that matter?

I've often heard "this is a man's world" and us being the "weaker sex" and all that jazz have to compramise.where does the problem really lie?with us women...the answeris right here and is staring into our faces.we women are always compramising so the men live the way they always have and make no amendments what so ever...in their lives while our lives remain nothing like it use to be.

Why are we always made fun of?

Its pretty simlpe...we let them do it..we let them take us for granted!!

Men:whose minds are like the welsh railways-one track and dirty!!!

I'd like to conclude now....

a little word of advice for all those fantastic ladies who've just been uplifted and think..feel better about themselves..................

"Look wise,say nothing,and grunt.Speech was given to conceal our thought."

SHE SAYS....

"i need to get this done at once"she says,
"its bothered me far too long"
sitting amidst a pile of dirty clothes,
seperating the right from the wrong.

"i like the sounds of night"she says,
clearly helps her think,
loves to be asked questions by stranger,
"do your feet stink?"

as she walks into the world,
i see her make a difference,
touch people's lives,she say,
"i like the taste of detergent!!"

expect utter nonsense coming
when she charges like an angry bull,
opens her mouth,she says,
"damn i'm outta wool"

' "look at the stars,look how they shine for you"' she says,
and i sing along,i watch her carefully,
playing with her hair,stops suddenly,she says,
"i want to fart"very gracefully!

she's my angel undercover,
"ya right"she says,
i keep my mouth shut,
listen to her ranting and raving about the size of her "butt"

i see her with children,
and see the biggest one of them all,
tried tellin her this,she says
"woman!you have some gall"

well that's her,
"its me"she say.....