WHIPPED CREAM!!

Disclaimer: The title doesnot suggest any adulterated content....

In this post i have made a far-fetched comparison between whipped cream and a girl's life. IF you think this sounds completey absurd, now is the right time to move on to the next blog.

So, all this started yesterday when my sister and I started our shopping to buy ingredients for making diwali sweets. We, against the critical response from elders, thought of doing mango mousse and chocolate brownie. As many of you know, it is not easy to get hold of all the ingredients required to do this foreign dish. So we started our hunt for the ingredients. The first shop we went boosted my confidence, we got almost all the ingredients. But I think we paid our luck there in exchange for our goods because that was end of our shopping. We got everything except the whipped cream, which, for god knows why, is the most essential stuff for the desserts. So my sister and I, took her bike and started searching for whipped cream in all super-markets within a 10-mile radius.
But luck did not favour us. Two hours of search, no shop had whipped cream. I was not only crest fallen but also amazed because I was subjected to absurd enquiries about the whipped cream. This happened in one of the shops:
ME: Um, do you have any whipped cream?
Sales-person: Come again?
ME: WHIPPED CREAM.
Sales-person: (confused look) What?
ME: It's a type of cream...
sales-person:(before I finish) Face cream means , you have to go to the other end of the shop, madam.
ME:(stunned) No no, it's an edible cream. The kind you use in cakes..
She shows me different cartons of milk related objects. I politely tell those weren't what i was looking for and left the place with difficultly worn straight face.

So we came back home and told our mom about all the things. Her face couldn't have shown more smugness. Tired and frustrated, we sat in front our computer to see videos on how to make whipped cream. Atlast, since we din't have heavy cream either, we started to make whipped cream using fresh cream.

And,BAM! That's when the idea hit me. We, girls, are like whipped cream at the end.
Especially Indian girls.

We are like this milk when we are born, toned and moulded into a cream by our family. Whipped continuously until we are ready to be displayed in super markets(marriage websites) in this superficial all decorated cartons. And there comes the boy's family to whisk us away. We are whipped again at our new place,until we are ready! Trust me, we are ready by then to accomplice their needs as an icing or cream or softener or whatever the hell.

Yeah, so where is our stands? Again trust me, it's within ourselves. We have to decide whether or not to be whipped. What if we want to be fresh cream instead of whipped cream? what if we want to be just a milk and not a cream. That depends on us.

So, take hold of your life. Be strong. Don't let anyone change who you are. Be the same, it gets boring in a while, but it can never get any interesting if you change. It can only get more dooming.

The whole post may seem silly and childish. But that's all is life, Silly and childish and completely ridiculous.
So think hard. Follow your heart and do whatever it says, you will never intentionally hurt yourself.

HAppy diwali folks!!!!!