Happiness quotients.

Men Are Just Happier People– You know why?

Your get to keep your last name.
The garage is all yours.
Nobody messes with the junk in the corner.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a yellow T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
The world is your urinal.
You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
You do not need to worry about your waist.
Same work, more pay. Hurray!
Wrinkles add character.
People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them.
Or stare at your bums behind your back.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks, guns, aircraft.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can unscrew all your own bottles.
You freely appreciate crude jokes.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You are a born driver.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You don’t need to worry even if your hair cease to exist.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
You don’t really need to worry about the fourth drink at a cocktail party.
You ONLY have to shave your face.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet, one belt and one pair of shoes — one color for all seasons.
Everything on your face stays in its original color.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. Or a beard.
You can do shopping for 25 relatives in 25 minutes.
One after-shave. Deo is optional. Period.
No wonder men are happier.



Cinderella story today – retold by her step sisters.

We are two sisters with normal feminine look with hair without peroxide bleach. We lived with our stepsister called Cinderella. Because of space problem in our 2 BHK suburban apartment, we had to ask her to sleep in the kitchen near the microwave. She was fond of piercing and tattoos and her looks- critics would say as “mirror cracking material”.  In her pastime, our mom blogged and solved soduku online.

Vicky, son of the local MLA, who was also a millionaire, once threw a dance party. He was a handsome hunk and we were all excited to meet him. Cinderella opted out, in spite of several persuasions from us.

We rocked the first night along, drinking and dancing. There was a charming girl in a skimpy miniskirt, whom no one could recognize, but Vicky noticed her and immediately got smitten. Next night, Vicky  noticed her glass stilettos. He quickly googled in his iphone and found one such shoe was sold recently on e-bay. The girl vanished before he could catch her.

Next morning, Vicky announced that he would marry the girl who would produce the e-bay email confirmation for the stilettos. He also promised an apartment on Malabar Hill, a Porsche Baxter and 24x 7 domestic help. Same day, we found e-bay in our PC’s browsing history. On insistence, we learnt that Cinderella won a prize for an online soduku competition and she was entitled for a Chauffeur driven limo for a night plus a lifetime free Platinum credit card! Cinderella ordered exotic D&G outfits and a Prada clutch online and booked the car for the weeknight.

Later we found that the soduku was actually solved by our mom !