May 30, 2009

21 Questions

I was reading various interview questions asked to famous people (who actually have a platform to voice out their thoughts) over a period of time and I chose some which caught my attention and I would've liked to answer differently. According to me, the interviewed people didn't quite do justice to them. Just random thoughts :)

Here goes something.

1) What do you consider to be the most beautiful thing in the world?
A smile that reaches one's eyes.

2) When do you tell a lie?
When the other person does nothing but.

3) What’s your super power?
Right self-evaluation. It keeps me from thinking I have super powers.

4) What’s your favourite language?

5) What's your take on George Bush?
Sure, I'd LOVE to take on George Bush. The old man wouldn't stand a chance.

6) Which country would feel like home to you?
A country where black, brown and white are just colours on an artist's palette, where the difference between male and female is just the letters 'fe', where guns and bombs are words which are extinct from the Oxford Dictionary, where rich and poor are only used to measure one's sense of humour.. too bad it doesn't exist, and hence, I will never feel at home.

7) Do you listen to others?
I'm sorry, I missed that one, I was talking about myself to me. :P

8) Do you think there is a difference between confidence and arrogance?
Yes I'm confident there is, but I'm too arrogant to say what it is.

9) If you were reincarnated, what would you like to come back as?
Refer question 6). I wouldn't like to come back.

10) Are you a cat or a dog person?
Neither. I'm a snake person. :)

11) What is life?
You roll the dice, you're stuck with the career you land on, you halt and marry, increase a pink/blue token on your car, travel all the yellow squares trying to earn lots of money, until you finally spin the rainbow wheel for the last time and 'retire' with lots of coloured money which has no value in the end.

12) How can we be happy?
By thinking we can be.

13) What is self-help exactly?
If I'd tell you, it would defeat the purpose now, wouldn't it? :P

14) If you were a word, what word would you be?
Trustworthy & Honest. I know you said 'a word', but this is my blog.

15) Why can we not live forever?
Because we spend our lives thinking about how to, and eventually, it kills us.

16) If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be?
A man.

17) Do you constantly dwell on the past?
'Dwell' yes, 'constantly' no.

18) Do you care what others think about you?
I just care about whether I'm being thought about.

19) What will you choose to never wear?
A frown... also, the colour black, flat shoes, bell bottoms & kaftans. :)

20) What can one do to change the world we live in?
Start with the Man In The Mirror...or move to Mars. Both work. ;)

21) Who are you really?
I am really just me, and I choose to keep it that way.

May 08, 2009

Solitary Perception

Ask yourself.

Is the moon as full?
...when no one’s watching it with you.

Is coffee as fulfilling?
...when no one is sitting across you.

Are songs as melodious?
...when you can’t picture a face.

Is a fireplace as warming?
...when no one shares it with you.

Is a flower as sweet smelling,
...when bought by yourself.

Are words as meaningful?
...when written by a stranger.

Is a movie worth watching?
...when you walk out alone.

Is the day as bright?
...when you’re all grey.

Are you really as happy?
...when you’re not with me.

May 05, 2009

The Chase

The aristocratic men centuries ago, enjoyed many recreational activities whether it was drinking at a pub, playing polo, or going hunting. The whole aura around hunting fascinates me. It initially started off as a basic necessity, to seek food, but by the time it got to the 17th century, hunting was a totally different ball game and what’s more it carries on.

You must be wondering, a girl, twenty one years of age, is rambling on about probably the most boring topic ever. I mean, history and sport doesn’t exactly interest everyone, I know, but l beg you to let me lay down some groundwork, and then the fun will begin.

So, as I was saying, hunting evolved a lot along the ages, and around the 17th century it became more of a sport than a necessity. It was officially a game. The aim? To catch some. It didn’t end there, the rules changed even more. Years down the line, the game didn’t matter as much too. It was the chase. The immense thrill of the air battling against a person, the adrenaline pumping as he/she is defying all natural elements with their eyes on the prize. Never mind if the prize was kept or not. It was just the chase.

See, that’s what’s common with today’s hunting game, and then. It was always about the chase, and still is. That’s the highlight of the sport. The only thing that’s changed is the ‘game’ hunted. It’s humans we hunt. It’s them we choose to chase. That’s our thrill.

The Basics:

There are 2 parties involved of course. The prey and the predator.

The prey, is unaware it is being hunted. The first cycle of the chase, it spends in running away, being hard to get, thinking it’s so smart. It thinks it owns the game, it’s in control. But, tables don’t take too long to turn. The prey walks right into the trap and they think it is where they wanted to be anyway.

The predator is too smooth. Stealth is its middle name. The predator seeks what it wants and it needs won’t alter. The type of prey is chosen, the method is picked out and it goes for the kill. Once the conquest is done, the prey is officially dead for the predator. It’s time to seek something newer and fleshier.

The Types:

Typically game animals are divided into several categories for regulatory purposes. Typical categories, along with example species, are as follows:

  • Big game: Hot, smouldering, popular, sexy, rich. . . and taken.
  • Small Game: Cute & sweet, the typical girl/guy next door.
  • Furbearers: Daddy’s lil’ rich boy/girl. (cars, credit cards, debit cards and Swiss account included)
  • Predators: The eternal playboys and vixens.
  • Upland game bird: The innocent girl/guy from a town, new to the city.

The Hunting Methods:

  • Baiting: It is the use of decoys, lures & scent. (We’re all quite familiar with that one.)
  • Beagling: It is the use of beagles (wingmen/woman) in hunting.
  • Blind or Stand Hunting: It is waiting for animals from a concealed or elevated position. (Read: Stalker)
  • Calling: It is the use of animal noises to attract. (In the 21st century, that’d be the phone)
  • Camouflage: It is the use of visual concealment to blend with the environment. (Appearing to be what you’re not, and trying to fit in.)
  • Glassing: It is the use of optics (such as binoculars) to more easily locate animals. (Read: Perverts & bird watching)
  • Internet Hunting: It is a method of hunting over the internet using webcams. (Need I say more?)
  • Persistence Hunting: It is the use of running and tracking to pursue the prey to exhaustion (Yes, those annoying ‘secret admirers’ who never ever give up)
  • Scouting: It includes a variety of tasks and techniques for finding animals to hunt. (Hitting the right night spots)
  • Spotlighting or Shining: It is the use of artificial light to find or blind animals before killing. (Portraying to be something extra-ordinary just for the chase. Read: Fakers & Posers)
  • Stalking or Still Hunting: It is the practice of walking quietly, in search of animals or in pursuit of an individual animal. (Doesn’t need an explanation)
  • Tracking: It is the practice of reading physical evidence in pursuing animals. (Of course, the ‘game’ is chosen, on just that basis anyway)
  • Trapping: is the use of devices (snares, pits, deadfalls) to capture an animal. (Yes, situations created to make it seem like you NEED to be there)

These categories & methods are actual hunting terms, and not made up (Search ‘hunting’ on Wikipedia). The example species and content within brackets however, are ;)

Another thing which bothers me is this type of hunting I came across, which is so close to reality. It’s called ‘Trophy Hunting’. Wikipedia defines it as “The selective seeking of wild game. It may also include the controversial hunting of captive or semi-captive animals expressly bred and raised under controlled or semi-controlled conditions so as to attain trophy characteristics”

Sounds a lot like what’s going on around us. People have started trophy hunting just for the sake of the conquest. The condition the girl/guy is brought up in, their ‘taken’ status and the scandal adds on to their ‘trophy’ characteristics. They’re ‘hard to get’, and hence, definitely must be ‘gotten’. Of course, the trophy loses its lustre, the minute a bigger, better and shinier one comes by.

But never mind that now. What bothers me is, the minute the prey succumbs to the predator’s advances, why does the predator either back off, or lose interest? I mean, didn’t it want the prey’s attention? Didn’t it pick the prey itself? The answer is simple I guess, once the prey is attained, none of that matters. It’s game over. Predators are also big time back trackers. They make it seem like the prey wanted to be eaten, and they’re pretty convincing too. These predators are the ones that should be hunted and killed. Not just hunted and killed, they should be extinct.

Well, there is little we can do about this cruel sport which is gaining popularity world over. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s an Olympic sport soon. Now wouldn’t that just be peachy? Along with the humiliated trophy, you get a medal too.

Ah well, unfortunately the predators are getting better by the day, they own the game and are giving a totally new meaning to ‘’Wolf in sheep’s clothing’’. The prey on the other hand, are getting more vulnerable, gullible and innocent than before. They’re easier. The chase is shorter. Some of them subconsciously want to be hunted.

I suggest they get smarter, and cautious. They should start wandering in herds, and keep a look out, because it’s the 21st century... and its officially open season.

May 04, 2009

I Am Still Me

I lost all my mind and sense,
I believed you were perfection in disguise,
I thought you were very different,
Sure you were,
It was just different lies.

You tell me to go back in time,
And be the person I used to be...
I tell you I don't need to go back,
It's you.
I am still me.

A different month, a different face
The only constant was my like.
I don't know what to believe,
What not to believe.
What to keep and what to strike.

So when you go back in time,
Then you will see,
I've not changed with the tide,
It was you,
I am still me.

I never wanted you more than a friend,
But you made me think,
We should be more.
Again, I trusted you in a blink.
Because, you always swore.

Let me know when you go back in time,
And finally see,
It was you who jumped ahead...
Because, I know that
I am still me.

You said, I was the one you truly wanted,
I was filled with glee.
I've never been wanted...
To such a great extent,
That it was so easy to forget me.

Make sure you go back in time,
And truly see...
How different you were,
From the 'you' now, for
I am still me.

You made me believe I deserved the best,
I should wait and see,
It would come my way,
But you didn't make sure it did...
You chose to walk astray.

Please just go back in time,
For your sake and see,
What's the reason for your change?
Because, it’s surely you.
I am still me.

Good things come to good people,
I heard once, not long ago
I really must have sinned then,
Because when came the time,
It was me who was let go...

You should go back in time,
You will definitely see,
How much you changed...
It was you.
I am still me.

You warned me that you lied,
And couldn't be trusted...
But that with me would never be.
I guess I was just one of them,
Contradicting to what you told me.

So it’s you, who should go back in time,
It's high time you see,
You consciously changed...
Not I, because,
I am still me.

Trust me when I say this though,
N’er will I regret our time well spent,
But also trust me when I say,
Never knowing what could've been,
I will resent.

But I know when you go back in time,
You will realise and see,
Maybe you were never you then,
But I was always me.
It WAS you who changed...

I am still me.

Sands of Time

Black turns grey,
The smooth,
Now wrinkled,
Vision reduced.
Time waits for none.

Fun childhood,
Ripened youth,
Blissful maturity,
To etched experience.
Time waits for none.

From blushing bride,
To flourishing mother,
Loving grandparent,
Now a lonely widow,
Time waits for none.

With every sand grain,
A second less,
With every tick,
A second older.
Time waits for none.