No, not Bravo's show. I'm talking about the famous Indian Housewife. Once stereotyped as spending her day in the kitchen cooking meals for her family is now tech savvy, doing brunch with girlfriends, and dressing in make-believe designer clothes... The Indian Housewife has come a long way, eh?
How do I know these housewives? I see them in their different avatars as I go about my day - at work, at the gym, at the stores, at cafes, and every where else. They tell themselves that they are all that - hip, sexy, and smart - they facebook, workout, eat out, plan holidays, and all of those things...
Listening to this conversation made me chuckle. I was on the treadmill in the gym and the pretty lady next to me started talking to her buddy on the next treadmill. "New restaurant try maaddha? My hubby and I went for valentine's day [big smile], nice but pricy ya. All these other younger college kids were there, my husband was starring at those girls[smile disappears]. My gymming wastu [frown appears]. BTW, my MIL is going through menopause I think. Bloody moody she is. Yesterday's bill she wanted to know. WHY? Berre kelsa ilva?" To this her girlfriend replies, "Adhella biddu, you saw Ashwini's baby's pictures on facebook? So cute no! The baby is so much fairer than her, good for her." And the conversation spun in different directions. I switched off my iPod. I can listen to the black eyed peas anytime, but such interesting conversations are hard to come by.
Times have changed and we tell ourselves that our generation has evolved, but have we really? The reason I call these upbeat-sexy-saavy woman desperate is cause they talk of no goals, no responsibility, no personal expectations. They think its about them, but really, its not about them at all. Soon enough, I'll also be a married woman, but someone slap me if I become as desperate.
And in no relation to this topic, I have this other lingering thought which I want to post before I forget. It's about how comfortable parents have become about posting pictures of their adorable babies on facebook. Yes, they are darlings, and all of your friends have the nicest of things to say... but put yourself in your little daughter/son's shoes. Imagine growing up, learning to type aka becoming facebook eligible, and finding all your diaper pictures strewn on facebook. I for one would be pissed if I found my childhood pictures all over the net. Post your own pictures guys, not your children's!
