The Girl and her Make-over

There was once a girl I knew
Whose need for a make-over wantonly grew,
Till one day she thought,
A parlour, why not?
A few hundreds would help her look anew.

So off she skipped to the place,
On fixing an appointment just in case.
It felt rather strange,
That she needed a change
From the old look she strived to erase.

Slowly as the hours passed,
She waited anxiously to compare and contrast.
But to her utmost dismay,
The makeover they'd conveyed,
Seemed to be horribly-terribly miscast.

Despite all the flattery there,
She said to them fare and square.
That the work they'd done,
Looked like a prank for fun!
And that it would invite nothing but an embarassing glare.

Having said, she went back home,
Feeling so forlorn, enraged and glum.
Because the makeover she tried to see
Was just not meant to be,
But, she still wasn't rid of the syndrome.

A sudden idea by which she was inspired,
Gave her that makeover for which she'd perspired.
She spent all the time she could get,
After logging into the Internet,
To achieve what she really desired.

The Blog she'd treasured for long,
Looked like it could do with a new song.
So she removed all the green,
Threw in some yellow, black and some *bees,
After which her blog just seemed to look strong.

This was the Makeover she wanted all along!
And all of a sudden, nothing seemed so wrong.

So, here's to my make-over. The makeover of some sort.

So long! :)


*Bees doesn't rhyme with green the way Limericks would customarily be structured...but what the heck, sue me.

Now tell me…

Am I weird just because I sit on my office-chair with my legs crossed ?

Am I pretentious just because I prefer the Queen’s Language to any other?

Am I confused just because my blog says so?

Am I unromantic just because I’m not in love?

Am I content just because I’m not ruthless?

Am I a narcissist just because I love myself?

Am I egoistic just because I think I can?

Am I a spoilt-brat just because I’m the only kid?

Am I a push-over just because I’m accomodative?

Am I aggressive just because I want to get my work done ?

Am I your friend just because I tolerate you?

Am I callous just because I don’t tell my dear ones how much I love them?

Am I cruel just because I have no control over my temper?

Am I a sissy just because I like pink?

Am I selfish just because I don’t wish to share my make up?

Am I vain just because I’m obsessed with my kajal and mascara?

Am I a nice person just because I let you have all the paneer from my dinner plate?

Am I a snob just because I don’t make the first move?

Am I meek just because I don’t rebel?

Am I self-centred just because I don’t volunteer to do your work?

Am I asking for too much when I want some time for myself?

Am I lazy just because I demand a sound 10 hour sleep?

Am I indifferent just because I don’t remember my best friends’ birthdays?

Am I stupid just because I don’t get things instantly?
(Don’t answer that, thank you very much)

Am I jobless just because I put this post up?

Are you, just because you’re reading this?


So many questions…so little time..
Life is unfair.

But Tell me…So what?