December 29, 2012
February 14, 2012
January 12, 2012
Why don’t people love the phase they’re in? Why work SO hard at growing up, only to be depressed when you do?
This is how ancient I feel. I had a Jimmy Choo catalogue lying around my room. Like a normal twenty four year old, I saw a shoe I liked. My little ten year old cousin was peeking at it too when I said to her, “That green shoe is beautiful”. She gave me a look of utter disbelief that quickly transitioned into a pitiful expression and said to me, “You mean the jade one, yes?”. Jade. Yes, JADE. Are colours not even colours anymore? Do we all talk in Gemstone now? I couldn’t do anything but sigh and apologize for my utter ignorance at the fact that it so clearly and obviously was a specific shade of the colour palette.
Maybe I’m being unreasonable, but I blame progress and technology. Hey I’m a total tech geek and proud of it. But at ten, I’m sorry; I wasn’t ALLOWED to be one. What with my Mom’s ridiculous ‘only 30 minutes of screen-viewing a day’ policy. I hated it then. I love it now. It needs to be back. I mean, I'm one of THOSE who got her glasses because of excessive 'nose in a book' syndrome, not watching The Disney Channel or Facebooking. I mean, even in THAT respect, how horrible is it to grow up around destructive mutant-like animes and not ever know the joy of a Hanna-Barbara cartoon?
Another thing. Children have too much information. Too many objects connected via electronic wires and cables. There are far too many gadgets doing our work FOR us. Too many ‘international’ schools who think calculators are oh-so vital for a 2+2 ... and far too many websites teaching a kid, how not to be one.
July 16, 2010
February 23, 2010
Chances are free, whether given or taken. Try it. If you are one of those few who has a newly built wall, don't let the cement dry. I know what you're thinking. "I did give people a chance again. They're all just the same. Story of my life. Now I'm done!". Wrong. Everyone is NOT the same. We think that, because after one or two of the same kind of experiences, we're subconsciously scared and waiting in anticipation for the same turn of events eventually. So, when they do happen, we try to find identical aspects and behaviour. Hence, it's just easier to group them all together and give up. We claim we're the victim of the same thing repeatedly. Truly think about it. We just tend to dwell on the similarities. We very conveniently ignore the differences between experiences. Selective memory is what it's called.
Want to be happier? You know that little rubber thing at the end of your pencil? Use it on your life's paper more often. Erase the negative thoughts and the presumptions that you base on your past experiences. Turn the page to a nice white blank sheet every time you meet a new person, before you start making notes on them. Don't pre-judge. You're going to lose out. I repeat, everyone is NOT the same. Yes, the saying "Beware of dog, he bites" does exist. But the fact is, all dogs don't bite.
When I say erase, I don't mean forget. Of course we should learn from history. Our forefathers weren't completely stupid. But the past seldom has anything to do with the next person we meet. There is a reason the 'present' lies between the past and the future, separating it. Wren and Martin knew what they were talking about. Go with it.
If we stop believing, people stop believing in us. If we stop letting people in, people stop letting us in. It is as simple as that. We don't want that. We're social beings. We need to start treating experiences like a meal at a restaurant. Take it all with a pinch of salt, and forget about it when the bill is cleared. It needs to be digested and removed out of our system before things start churning, get complicated and leave a 'mess'...if you know what I mean.
We need to understand that guarding doesn't defend. It isolates. It leads to unnecessary paranoia. This isn't protection. It's prison. If you really want to look into the past, then let it be 1990 again! Pull down that carefully constructed Berliner Mauer of yours. See what you haven't been seeing for so long. See what is outside. See who's been peeping over the wall. See who is on the other side.
Let them in.
February 19, 2010
November 28, 2009
All wrong, yet
Never, felt so right.
Divine, even though such a sin.
Rush, never so painfully slow.
Elongated moments, cut short.
Aware, but blissfully unaware.
Stationary, even though moving.
No looking back, never will it
Happen again, because it is
All wrong, but somehow
Never does it stop feeling right.
November 24, 2009
Love and trust. Time and time again, people state completely contradictory things about them. People say they go hand in hand. Love is often referred to as blind, simple, eternal, necessary, complicated, hard, overrated etc.. I think it just depends on which situation you are in. If you're in a loving 4 year long relationship, you're going to think it's bliss, even when it's complicated because, then you look at the positive aspects more than the negative aspects. People, who're single, and trying to find that one person to connect with, but continuously keep falling on their faces, would say love is fictional, or hard to find. People who've been cheated on, in love, the cynic in them would call it overrated or non-existent. They conveniently forget, it did exist... at least from their side.
According to me, love is as simple or as complicated as YOU make it. You really do have the power and control over it... to a certain extent. When I say love now, I guess I mean relationships. But right now, I want to dwell on this topic that has baffled me for ages now. I’m talking about the whole concept and complication of the 'other woman'. Popularly known as the seductress. People love to hate her. But no one knows the real her. It is really her fault all the time? Was there ever any love anyway? Is there love now? If yes, where is the love? Whose fault is it? Who is to blame? Is there just one victim? The way I see it, the typical pattern is…
Man loves woman.
Woman loves man.
Man loves other woman.
Woman hates woman.
It's inevitable. She just chooses to hate the other woman, because it's easier than hating the man she loves. She just takes the easy way out. She refuses to see logically even for a minute. She just wants to defend her man. The same man who actually hurt her. She might discover clues, hints, signals... of things that he's doing which prove he's cheating on her, but no, he is flawless. After all he is the man she loves. This is when love is actually blind.
When after the obvious happenings, god forbid, she does discover he's been unfaithful; she tends to follow the following pattern:
Step One: She tries and thinks of what SHE did wrong.
Step Two: She blames herself.
Step Three: She tried to justify what he did
Step Four: She makes excuses FOR him.
Step Five: She blames the OTHER woman.
Step Six: She concludes that all of it is the temptress’ doing.
Step Seven: She hates her for life.
End of cycle.
Even during so many steps, not once does she 'step' into the other woman's stilettos, and stop to think why another woman would even want to be a third person. Maybe she didn't know about the girlfriend/wife, maybe she did, but the guy told her he didn't love his wife/girlfriend anymore (which is a stupid line to fall for, by the way), or maybe she was told he was ending it soon (Haha.. fat chance!), or just maybe he did tell her about the relationship and she actually told him not to cheat, or to stop what he was doing because it wasn't the right thing, and talked him into going back to his lady, but he still made the choice of his own accord. Ever thought of any of that? After a certain extent, the so-called 'vixen' is obviously going to stop thinking for the man, pursue her feelings and make herself happy. It's his life after all and he made the decision. The way I see it, all 'fault' signs point in the direction leading to the man!
But, women just find it easier to blame it on the bitch who's a stranger. This just gives the men the perfect chance to take advantage of the situation and blame the other woman as well, and behave like, he's always and forever going to be in love with the girlfriend/wife, and he didn't want this third person in the first place. It was all HER... and her strategies, temptation, seduction, brain washing and witchcraft. Convenient exit sign guys. Good job.
So clearly, the woman in the relationship is a victim of lying, cheating, betrayal...infidelity. The other woman is a victim of unnecessary hatred for life, shame and guilt. There's high probability that even after being led on, used and actually falling for the person she thought might very well be the love of her life, she won't even get the man, while the couple lives happily ever after. All of this, for no fault of her own.
As for the man? Is he a victim? Yes he is, he's a victim of guilty pleasure, the adrenaline, the thrill... basically, he's just your average male.
So the way I see it, there are only two victims in the situation. The women. When that obvious fact has been established, shouldn't the women start thinking practically, and dump the goon who had no will power? Isn't it the only thing that makes sense? But instead, they start hating, or worse... competing for the man. Which man? The cheating bastard. Wow. What a shiny trophy that one is. Seriously, how dense do women have to be, not to see it's the man's fault? Haven't they heard Shakira and Beyonce sing about their 'Beautiful Liar'? How much more convincing does one need? It's clear. He doesn't deserve either of them. Do they not know, that irrespective of who gets him, it might not be for too long, until another woman enters the picture? A tiger never changes his stripes.
When is the other woman going to realise, she is going to lose anyway. She probably never DID have him. She fell for him, just like his wife probably did, and is in nearly the same position, for no reason. She should’ve just seen this coming. I know, I know, easier said than done.
More importantly, when is the wife/girlfriend going to come to terms with the fact that it IS in fact, the man to who is to be blamed. It isn't the other woman’s fault. She just fell in love, like everyone normally tends to, everyday, all around the world. She was probably in too deep without knowing any better. She doesn’t want you feeling the way you are. She can feel your pain. This wasn’t what she intended. It’s not just you who didn’t want this. She didn't want this too you know. Ever thought for a second that, for the person you blatantly call the 'other woman', the 'other woman' might be you?
November 05, 2009
- They claim to know a lot of facts & statistics about what India is lacking, and how it's rubbish. (Funny, they also mentioned never setting foot in there)
- One stated that every city in the country he's from is 'clearly', 'obviously', 'surely' better than ANY Indian city. (I repeat, he has never been to India)
- I dropped a one pound coin by mistake, and one person burst out laughing saying "Go on, run for your life, go get it, that's probably worth a million in India."
- I was shown the stupidest comedy clip in the world, and because I didn't find it funny, I was told "You probably didn't get it, because you're Indian."
- One weird person told me that they thought the only time Indians have sex in their lifetime is to reproduce. He finds it hard to imagine that people in India are people, and not animals. That is, we have sex for recreational purposes. (Someone needs to tell him where the Kama Sutra comes from)
August 31, 2009
- I’m autophobic and aichmophobic.
- I think branded clothes are highly overrated.
- I’m the most logical & practical... except when it comes to myself.
- I’m extremely religious & superstitious.
- I eat almost 2 lunches and 2 dinners everyday.
- I’m closer to my Mom than to any friend of mine.
- I wish I was born a guy...all the time.
- I am a sucker for weddings!
- I am a multi-linguist, I know around 7 languages
- I had a pet snake... named Hiss.
- I cry over movies, books, tv series, sitcoms...you name it.
- I don’t cry when something happens in REAL life.
- I hate burgers, haven’t eaten one in almost 9 years.
- I would choose a book over a pair of shoes anyday.
- I have an IQ of 138.
- I can belly dance.
- I am an extremist, I can just love or hate...it’s either black or white.
June 26, 2009
“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.” - Michael Jackson
This is the first time since I started writing that I am at an actual loss of words, but I can’t not write today. You can't blame me, because my day was one of the worst I've had in months now. Just last night, I had a conversation about Michael Jackson with my mother, and we were reminiscing. I listened to 'Smooth Criminal' and fell asleep with a smile on my face, not knowing he was going to pass in a couple of hours. I woke up to three texts telling me he was no more. I was totally numb while I brought out a to-do list I've made since I learnt how to write and scratched off 'Watch MJ live in concert' off it. That is when it hit me. So, I seek your apologies even before you start reading, if this sounds like rubbish, randomness, rambling or venting out.
My mother was a complete music lover. She bought me my first ever English music CD when I was about 7 years old. Since then, retro music has been the biggest part of my life. Back then when Spice Girls was the ultimate rage, no one understood my love for Billy Joel, Queen and George Michael. At that age, I didn’t expect anyone to.
One morning before going to school, my mother was watching the television while I got dressed and this song was playing. I fell in love with the beat, the voice, the dance... everything. Billie Jean. I saw pavement tiles light up, and it amused me. I asked my mother who the singer was; she told me it was one of the Jackson brothers. As a kid I remember thinking he has magic feet, because whenever he stepped on a floor tile in the video, it lit up. I thought he must be a god of a dancer to be able to light up tiles with his moonwalking. It made me think I wouldn't be a good dancer till I lit up tiles of my own :). That day in 1994, was when I got to know of him. I’ve been an ardent fan & worshipper since then.
I still remember the day I got my first computer. It was in 1996, back when Windows ’95 was ‘the shit’. I was so excited to boot it up. Windows ’95 media player came with this demo video. It had Michael Jackson standing on the crown of Miss Liberty singing ‘Black or White’. As usual, the beats got me. This guy was the same guy I saw in the Billie Jean video, but he looked... uhh white. I instantly fell in love with the lyrics, because it’s one of the issues I feel SO strongly about. This guy made sense. Let me tell you, if you can make ‘sense’ to a 9 year old, make her think about racism and how colour doesn’t matter, you’re a hero.
That very year, he announced his tour dates. India was on schedule. I was the most excited, but did I go watch him? A 9 year old at a concert outside the city is unheard of.
After the early 90’s, he disappeared from the music scene, and I was too busy growing up to really miss his music, to tell you the truth. Teenage years had set upon me, and well, the rap & hip hop phase was to be entered. Oh come on, don’t roll your eyes. Everyone goes through it before realising what utter rubbish it is. I had almost forgotten the sound of Jackson, ALMOST, but on October 30, 2001, I went out and bought myself the newest album, ‘Invincible’. I couldn’t believe he was back. After six long years, his voice floated in my bedroom and it was heaven. Eminem who?
As I got older, I was well aware of the scandals. But, that just never cancelled out the greatness that was him. I watched every interview, every documentary, and I’m one of those souls who refuses to believe anything except the fact that he is the most misunderstood person on the planet. His voice and his dancing is legendary. Hence, he is ALLOWED.
I quote, “And my goal in life is to give to the world what I was lucky to receive: the ecstasy of divine union through my music and my dance.” He sure as hell did.
Every event, special moment or incident in my life, is related to an MJ track. Every time a song plays, it takes me back to that respective place, that time, that feeling, that moment, that magic. It truly teleports me, to happy places.
I have just realised how much he really was a part of my day. His songs were an everyday ritual, and hence, I took them for granted. I have seen a lot of family and friends pass away, and I'm not the kind who cries easily. The fact that I cannot stop today, makes me halt and think about how subconciously I did get really affected by his existance. It shocks me.
From being a girl of 9 years, who cried for a week because she was too little to go watch Michael Jackson perform live in India, to a girl of 12 who started practicing her moonwalk and perfected it by 13. From a girl of 18, who while creating her facebook account did not pause before entering ‘Michael Jackson’ in the field ‘Political View’, I transitioned to a girl who was all ready to finally make her dream come true this year and watch his magic come alive. Now, I’m a girl who knows but refuses to believe she’ll never get to see the original moonwalk, the signature gloves, the majestic black hat, the etiquette defying white socks with the black trousers, and hear the spiritual voice floating in a concert arena, ever.
I don't think he’s gone. Nope. He can’t be. Legends don’t die. They JUST DON'T!!