Friends and the city-part 2

Me: Hey, how about “Sex and the city” on Friday evening…the 4 of us…

Friend: Sure, I can get the tickets done

Me: Ok, Meet us outside the theatre by 6…

Cut to 5 years, marriage and 1 kid later:

Me: Hey, how about “Sex and the city-part 2” on Friday evening….the four of us

Friend: Am not sure…

Me: Ok, we[the rest 3 of us] will let you know the reviews

After many such earlier instances, you begin to wonder…especially if the last instance is about a movie with 4 women who manage to find time for each other through their busy lives and one of your BFF’s is not able to accompany you.

Call it being emphatic, lucky or plain design…I always like some “Me” time…and have maintained it that way all through my life through school, college, “being single, fancy-free and footloose” days till present day.

How, where and when does the priority change for many a women who end up assenting to the whims and fancies of the husband/family members, suppressing their personal interests and friendships and subsequently complaining they feel upset about going out of touch and not having friends of their own. Their lives become so entwined with that of their spouses/kids that the concept of personal space and time seems to be non-existent. They feel guilty about even considering spending some time on their own[it could be a trip to the salon, shopping on their own or just about ADT]. So much so that they even consider it blasphemous if you propose such a “girls-only” time. And if they do show up, they are so consumed by the guilt of not being around to baby-sit and watch over their kid(s) that all they speak about is the kid(s) and what they do with them mooting the whole get-together.

In case you are still wondering about the odd title of the blog, Friends and the city-Part 1 implicitly refers to the ‘Single Woman” days when girl friends never had an issue catching up, going out or staying up and over at each others’ places despite some occasional stiff disapproving looks/stares/opinions from family.

So while you mull over this, I am off…for what else…some ‘Me” time of course!

Touche!

Disclaimer:

The author wishes to state that the opinions expressed are only her own and completely respect the multiple reasons/excuses women may have for making their respective choices.

I'm-mobile

2 relocations from Chennai to Amsterdam to Dallas in a span of 2 years. Apart from the usual challenges of any relocation, my primary concern was that of being mobile….Well, I am not talking here about the various companies and their schemes to lure customers with their ingenious cell-phone plans. But about being able to go anytime anywhere on my terms. Sample this scene…On an[read many] odd day when I have time on hands and don’t have the mindset to use that time to do anything else but [window] shopping, I call up my friend to proposition a visit to the nearest mall/sale store…

Chennai

Me: Hey…Am bored…shall we hit Citi Centre?

Friend: Ye…I will see you in half hour..

[We both have Honda Activa and transport is not an issue]

Amsterdam

Me: Hey…Am bored…shall we hit Binnenhof[the local mall]

Friend: Ye…Meet you at the tram station in 15 mins

[Buses/trams/metro were available literally in the backyard…and it meant less than 2 minutes walk to the station and under 2 minutes to reach the mall]

Dallas

Me: Hey…Am bored…shall we hit mall?

Friend: Am bored as hell too…and hubby has driven to work in the car…

Me: Same here…[resigning myself] How about a walk around the neighbourhood?

After many such frustrating days, one day we decided to hail a cab to go. And since then we decided not to even head that direction. The cost of the cab seemed a lot more than the cost of anything we even remotely considered buying.

Having my personal transport to go around to using public transport was a big shift but I adapted to it easily [to the extent of being spoilt by its availability]. Now I am unable to come to terms with the fact that unless you had 4-wheels at your disposal and with the nearest entertainment spot [and by this I mean, a grocery store…with the nearest mall being a minimum 3-5 miles away] being atleast a mile away, any semblance of an outing is out of question.

Add to this, the prospect of having to share a car with your spouse and spice it up with individual preferences, mood swings and interests and there is one hell of an entertainment….not to mention fights about whose need/boredom quotient is higher than the other’s…on a day-to-day basis. This makes me wonder…with so much of in-house entertainment, who needs to feel upset about not being mobile!!!