2008 is coming to an end and it has, by all accounts, been nothing short of dramatic. Personally, this is certainly true. As a creature that is prone to shy away from much drama of any sort, I must say that I have been witness to and even partaken in the aforementioned. Fact is, if you do what I do, then this year has been the stuff of Greek tragedies. And even if you do not do what I do, you have to have been blind, deaf and dumb all at once to have not found yourself drawn to the TV set, or the newspapers, or to the internet. Whether it was the Mumbai attacks, the US Presidential elections, the crisis in Zimbabwe, Israel-Palestine, the Beijing Olympics, the situation in Sudan, the much awaited exit of George Bush, the Indian cricket team or the earthquake in China, for the news-watcher and the political analyst, it has truly been a landmark year.
On a personal note, I went on several different journeys this year. I moved back home after more than a year in another country, where I learned more things about myself that I had in the previous 22 years of my existence. I went on a beautiful holiday to Geneva and Edinburgh. I completed my Masters. And then I came back to a place that had been so familiar once, and felt so alien all of a sudden. Home was not what I had remembered it to be. By the time I had re-adjusted and re-evaluated my life, I lost a much beloved family member. I didn't really have the time to grieve her before I had to relocate yet again, this time to start my first 'real' job. It was then that I lived through my first terrorist attack, and probably not my last. And yet, my oldest friends are still my closest friends, I am still single and I am still moody and introspective.
So, here's the thing, I am sitting here, looking into the face of yet another new year, and I have more questions than I have ever had before. And sometimes, I think that's a miracle all in itself.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Currently, on shuffle
My top 5 songs for just now, because this is a list that constantly changes and evolves, but those that know me also know that I tend to get obsessive about the songs I like.
Stir it up-Bob Marley
It's fantastically simple, just Marley's voice mispronouncing the word stir, and yet it actually manages to get you. I don't know why, it reminds me of long walks on quiet nights on school camping trips.
Cry Baby-Dukes of DaVille
The song is a mix of funny and sexy, and all R&B, what's not to love.
Sample lyric: "She made me kiss her cousin, I wanted her.. she makes me cry baby" Seriously!
La La-Teairra Mari
This song is from the 2005 Victoria's Secret Show,(I know) and it's really really good!! Listen to it!!!
Maa da Laadla-Dostana
I LOVE this song!! It's funny, the video rocks, and you can spend the whole day dancing to it, as I have. In fact, the whole soundtrack is pretty kickass.
House of Cards-Radiohead
The song haunts you long after you've stopped listening to it, and the sound effects on the track are nothing short of mesmerising. I wake up having had dreams to the song.
Stir it up-Bob Marley
It's fantastically simple, just Marley's voice mispronouncing the word stir, and yet it actually manages to get you. I don't know why, it reminds me of long walks on quiet nights on school camping trips.
Cry Baby-Dukes of DaVille
The song is a mix of funny and sexy, and all R&B, what's not to love.
Sample lyric: "She made me kiss her cousin, I wanted her.. she makes me cry baby" Seriously!
La La-Teairra Mari
This song is from the 2005 Victoria's Secret Show,(I know) and it's really really good!! Listen to it!!!
Maa da Laadla-Dostana
I LOVE this song!! It's funny, the video rocks, and you can spend the whole day dancing to it, as I have. In fact, the whole soundtrack is pretty kickass.
House of Cards-Radiohead
The song haunts you long after you've stopped listening to it, and the sound effects on the track are nothing short of mesmerising. I wake up having had dreams to the song.
Bombay
I have been in Bombay these past many days, I live here now, and work here. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can have prepared me for the sheer terror of living through one of the worst attacks this country has ever seen. There are bigger, more important truths, however, and I am afraid that the fear and panic will erase that bigger picture. Perhaps that was the whole idea to begin with.
This is not India's 9/11 in terms of the scale of tragedy, and maybe it is just a fraction of the symbol that 9/11 was. After all, Bombay has been repeatedly attacked, and it has, miraculously, bounced back each and every time. What could make this India's 9/11 is our response. Are we heading down the same path that the US did after 9/11? Will panic and the haranguing of politicians divide us down the same religious lines again?
Because that is where this is headed. To my cynical mind, there is no doubt that those that will tell you that your Hindu life, or your Muslim life is under attack and you must protect yourself, far outnumber those that will tell you, who really cares what god you pray to? And therein lies the real threat of democracy. People are stupid, and fearful people, far more. A majority of fearful people could put those in power who would go to war with Pakistan.
What is needed is a much more nuanced approach than simply blaming our old favourite enemies, Pakistan, in order to get votes, come the next election. We need to look inward rather than outward, secure our borders, rather than go to war. Create more and better jobs, rather than more commissions to enquire into the petty political differences between this party and that party. We need electricity and running water in every little corner of India. More than anything, we need better education, more education, for each and every kid, that could grow up to be a disenfranchised young person. That is where terrorists are born.
Ideally, what I would like is for politicians and the twin ideas of religion and 'god' taken out of the picture. That is where we must resemble a communist state. Who cares about your god, and your god, and his god and so on? What purpose does it serve? There are times when I truly do not understand why all people don't want the same things. Good jobs, good food, good schools, people who love you and something you enjoy. Or maybe the truth is that they do want those things, but can not achieve them because of their circumstances, their own individual realities and failures. The communist-like state is a mere pipe dream, I know. People would sooner giver up their wives and children, than their religion.
So, here's the thing, we need to create citizens that are eager to better their lives, not more of those that don't really care because nothing could change the way they live. And that can not be achieved by marginalising Muslims, or going to war with Pakistan. Politicians do not control Pakistan, the Army does, and in truth, their reality is much worse than ours. While this unfolds, I wait, not with bated breath, because I have this terrible feeling. I know what is coming.
This is not India's 9/11 in terms of the scale of tragedy, and maybe it is just a fraction of the symbol that 9/11 was. After all, Bombay has been repeatedly attacked, and it has, miraculously, bounced back each and every time. What could make this India's 9/11 is our response. Are we heading down the same path that the US did after 9/11? Will panic and the haranguing of politicians divide us down the same religious lines again?
Because that is where this is headed. To my cynical mind, there is no doubt that those that will tell you that your Hindu life, or your Muslim life is under attack and you must protect yourself, far outnumber those that will tell you, who really cares what god you pray to? And therein lies the real threat of democracy. People are stupid, and fearful people, far more. A majority of fearful people could put those in power who would go to war with Pakistan.
What is needed is a much more nuanced approach than simply blaming our old favourite enemies, Pakistan, in order to get votes, come the next election. We need to look inward rather than outward, secure our borders, rather than go to war. Create more and better jobs, rather than more commissions to enquire into the petty political differences between this party and that party. We need electricity and running water in every little corner of India. More than anything, we need better education, more education, for each and every kid, that could grow up to be a disenfranchised young person. That is where terrorists are born.
Ideally, what I would like is for politicians and the twin ideas of religion and 'god' taken out of the picture. That is where we must resemble a communist state. Who cares about your god, and your god, and his god and so on? What purpose does it serve? There are times when I truly do not understand why all people don't want the same things. Good jobs, good food, good schools, people who love you and something you enjoy. Or maybe the truth is that they do want those things, but can not achieve them because of their circumstances, their own individual realities and failures. The communist-like state is a mere pipe dream, I know. People would sooner giver up their wives and children, than their religion.
So, here's the thing, we need to create citizens that are eager to better their lives, not more of those that don't really care because nothing could change the way they live. And that can not be achieved by marginalising Muslims, or going to war with Pakistan. Politicians do not control Pakistan, the Army does, and in truth, their reality is much worse than ours. While this unfolds, I wait, not with bated breath, because I have this terrible feeling. I know what is coming.
Friday, November 14, 2008
I here present, a rant.
I can not explain to you, how absolutely awful it is to be responsible for some one else. It is even worse, when they are supposed to be responsible for you, when their every mistake has made you pay with little bits of yourself. When you have had to do this for as long as I have, you suddenly realise one day that you are not a whole person. You are a mere shadow of who you could be. There is a reason that I am who I am. I wouldn't be me if I did not have a full understanding and appreciation for who I am and how I have come to be, but on some days, such as this one, I would give absolutely anything to be whole, to want regular things, to enjoy them. Instead, I am a fraction, and I will always be, because too much of me has been lost attempting to be someone's somebody. Self-loathing is peculiar thing about yourself to be thankful for, and mostly I am, but not tonight.
So here's the thing about my little rant, it is the reason that I like crawling into bed and staying there, far, far, far away from people, who I detest and myself, who I detest even more, but I hear joy cometh in the morning, and I should hold out hope.
So here's the thing about my little rant, it is the reason that I like crawling into bed and staying there, far, far, far away from people, who I detest and myself, who I detest even more, but I hear joy cometh in the morning, and I should hold out hope.
Friday, October 24, 2008
The 'Why', of Why the FUCK do you care?
I must confess, I am obsessed with the American Presidential elections. This is ironic, considering the fact that I have never lived in America, and more importantly, I have, from time to time, proclaimed rather loudly, that I can not stand the country, or its people. Knowing this, my good friend asked me recently why I cared enough to read 3 American newspapers daily.
My answer was that my interest was academic. I have been following and writing about this particular election for last year. However, there is more to this than just my interest in continuity. I am fascinated by how an entire country votes, especially this country that is now in shambles, and this same country that managed to elect George Bush, twice. In America, the election is a microcosm populated by candidates, aides, pundits and reporters. In India, elections are decided by television sets. Our politics are no less political than theirs, and yet, somehow, our election is much more...I think transparent.
The motivation of the American people to vote for a specific candidate worries and fascinates me all at the same time. There are candidates I loathe, and some I respect grudgingly, but that pales in comparison to my fear that a majority of voters will put into power a man and woman so woefully incompetent, to run a country that is repulsively, to me, the most powerful in the world. So what do I do? I read every article published by the New York Times about the election, I read tracking polls, and reports on them, I watch YouTube incessantly, I read about the debates, after watching the debates.
All of this, of course, comes to naught. I am not now, nor will I ever be an American. More importantly, it would not be physically possible for me to care less for them, except if they all go in November and vote John McCain and Sarah Palin into office. Enough said.
My answer was that my interest was academic. I have been following and writing about this particular election for last year. However, there is more to this than just my interest in continuity. I am fascinated by how an entire country votes, especially this country that is now in shambles, and this same country that managed to elect George Bush, twice. In America, the election is a microcosm populated by candidates, aides, pundits and reporters. In India, elections are decided by television sets. Our politics are no less political than theirs, and yet, somehow, our election is much more...I think transparent.
The motivation of the American people to vote for a specific candidate worries and fascinates me all at the same time. There are candidates I loathe, and some I respect grudgingly, but that pales in comparison to my fear that a majority of voters will put into power a man and woman so woefully incompetent, to run a country that is repulsively, to me, the most powerful in the world. So what do I do? I read every article published by the New York Times about the election, I read tracking polls, and reports on them, I watch YouTube incessantly, I read about the debates, after watching the debates.
All of this, of course, comes to naught. I am not now, nor will I ever be an American. More importantly, it would not be physically possible for me to care less for them, except if they all go in November and vote John McCain and Sarah Palin into office. Enough said.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Endure and Shut Up
I am at times astounded at the lives that women lead. If you're a woman, of any shape, size or colour, then you have been both verbally and physically assaulted at some point since the time you magically sprouted breasts. A truly unlucky percentage have had the displeasure since even before that blessed event. If you live in a major Indian city, then you will have experienced these joys a few times over.
The first time any of this happens, you are invariably still rather young, and therefore rather upset. However, as time goes on, and you realize that you are not alone, that this has happened to all the women that came before, and all of those that stand beside you, then you start to get inured. You don't feel the pain as much, you almost start to believe that this is what your body is meant to inspire.
How are girls supposed to make it? From every angle, life tells you that things aren't going to work out. You're too skinny, too fat, too tall, too short, you eat too much, you don't eat enough, you're clothes are too conservative, you're clothes are too slutty, you act too much like a guy, you act too much like a girl. Every part of you is analyzed and out loud at that. Every message in the world, from the television to the newspapers tells that you need to live up to this impossible standard. You need to be stunningly beautiful, but act like you're not, so that men don't feel intimidated by you. You need to be Mother Teresa, so they can feel okay enough to take you home to mom, but dirty enough to go down on them whenever their dear little hearts might desire. You need to love them and be devoted to them with all of your heart, but not be too clingy. And you need to forgive them each time they cheat on you, or lie to you or disappoint you. Of course, you should be able to cook, clean, throw parties and also have a full time job, so they can show you off.
All the movies made are about men, how they are being forced to grow up by nagging women and take care of their responsibilities, anyone who has seen Knocked Up and the countless other movies like it will know what I am talking about. The world teaches women to endure and shut up. Our problems are not big enough, our lives not difficult enough.
So, here's the thing about being a woman, there are a few joys attached to it, and they are far between. You live the best way you know how, but, know this, it is not easy.
The first time any of this happens, you are invariably still rather young, and therefore rather upset. However, as time goes on, and you realize that you are not alone, that this has happened to all the women that came before, and all of those that stand beside you, then you start to get inured. You don't feel the pain as much, you almost start to believe that this is what your body is meant to inspire.
How are girls supposed to make it? From every angle, life tells you that things aren't going to work out. You're too skinny, too fat, too tall, too short, you eat too much, you don't eat enough, you're clothes are too conservative, you're clothes are too slutty, you act too much like a guy, you act too much like a girl. Every part of you is analyzed and out loud at that. Every message in the world, from the television to the newspapers tells that you need to live up to this impossible standard. You need to be stunningly beautiful, but act like you're not, so that men don't feel intimidated by you. You need to be Mother Teresa, so they can feel okay enough to take you home to mom, but dirty enough to go down on them whenever their dear little hearts might desire. You need to love them and be devoted to them with all of your heart, but not be too clingy. And you need to forgive them each time they cheat on you, or lie to you or disappoint you. Of course, you should be able to cook, clean, throw parties and also have a full time job, so they can show you off.
All the movies made are about men, how they are being forced to grow up by nagging women and take care of their responsibilities, anyone who has seen Knocked Up and the countless other movies like it will know what I am talking about. The world teaches women to endure and shut up. Our problems are not big enough, our lives not difficult enough.
So, here's the thing about being a woman, there are a few joys attached to it, and they are far between. You live the best way you know how, but, know this, it is not easy.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Read, yon wee bastards
Aaron Sorkin Conjures a Meeting Between Obama and Bartlet:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/21/opinion/21dowd-sorkin.html
Read, read, read, yon wee bastards.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/21/opinion/21dowd-sorkin.html
Read, read, read, yon wee bastards.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Guilty pleasures, or just plain guilt
Fun, as a concept, is fairly straightforward. I get it. Enjoyment, merriment, laughter, and other such comparables. Except, the having of this fun provides a unique challenge. What if your brain is just wired differently from others? What if, the translation from the concept to actual actions has always eluded you? Then?
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Why
I feel like I should get these things off my chest. Only, I don't know how. And there really isn't anybody I can tell, except maybe perfect strangers. Anybody volunteering? It's really not anything, it's the stupidest thing ever, and it is absolutely not a big deal, but the fact that it hasn't been said out loud, and then dismissed as perfectly ludicrous, is just weighing down on me and multiplying the effect. And on that note, I should retire.
So here's the thing. Here's the fucking thing, it needs to be said, and then thrown out. I just need this to not be a thing, you know?
Monday, August 25, 2008
Music for the soul, and a book.
The thing that I keep thinking of when I watch good television is the soundtrack. It gets me thinking about all those moments in my life that I remember because of a song, the soundtrack of my life, as it were, although, less cliche, I hope.
Because I can remember the song from the first time I liked a boy, one from when he said no, one from a rainy day, one from when I nearly ran someone over with my cycle (!), from a slow London night, one from when I couldn't stop crying or get out of bed, one from when I felt like couldn't breathe because I was in love, or something. All this and I can't even remember the names of the people I went to college with. But these songs I remember, they act like triggers, transporting me back to the very moment that I felt what I did, I can taste, and smell and feel the same as that moment. So, the sound track of my life, not so cliche, after all.
And a book, because what else am I going to do, right?
Because I can remember the song from the first time I liked a boy, one from when he said no, one from a rainy day, one from when I nearly ran someone over with my cycle (!), from a slow London night, one from when I couldn't stop crying or get out of bed, one from when I felt like couldn't breathe because I was in love, or something. All this and I can't even remember the names of the people I went to college with. But these songs I remember, they act like triggers, transporting me back to the very moment that I felt what I did, I can taste, and smell and feel the same as that moment. So, the sound track of my life, not so cliche, after all.
And a book, because what else am I going to do, right?
Friday, August 22, 2008
Aimless
I'm feeling.... aimless. I wish I wasn't. I wish that I bounded out of bed every day with single-minded purpose. But for now, aimless, directionless, rudderless, and so on, and so on. There's someone I need to tell something to, (bad sentence construction, I know) but I haven't, or is that two someones, and the same something, or maybe one someone, and two somethings? Like I said at the beginning, aimless man, aimless. I think this might all feel better if I was smoking a joint on the side of the road, or on a beach somewhere. I definitely think it would sound better. Ha!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
In some weird way
I can hear noises, people talking. Everything is spoken in a language not heard often by me. When I hear myself speak, the language sounds alien, the person feels like another. This is a part of my heritage, and I perhaps I should feel more of a kinship with it, and all I can think is when is my train? I am playing the part of an observer more than ever in my life. All these people, here assembled, for this day, for this person, no longer among us. Each of them made up of different ambitions, different agendas, but also real sorrow. It’s hard to reconcile the almost cartoonish versions of them that have presented to me in stories, with the real people, who seem so much more. Not to say that I have new found affection for them, or love or respect. These are people I did not think I would ever have to know in my life. And yet, here I am, wondering what it must be like to them, and to live their lives.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Secret Secrets
Ok, let me preface this by saying, my friend is a jackass! Alright, moving on.
I am not a secret person really, very few things about myself embarass me. Still, here goes...
1) When I am all by myself, I like to daydream. I make up situations in my head and let my mind play them out. A therapist might call it an escape mechanism, I call it a good way to spend the time I am on the tube.
2) I can't sleep alone in the dark. I am 23 and I still need a light on somewhere in the house if I am alone at night. Sad, I know.
3) Up until recently, I have had a crush on every single boy that my best friend has.
4) I hate radishes, absolutely loathe them. I can eat any other vegetable but them.
5) I've read the first 20 pages of Great Expectations over 10 times, I've never ever read the whole book.
6) I've never been in love. Except for once, almost.
7) Sometimes, I DON'T think marriage is a meaningless institution created to perpetuate the myths of monogamy and happy families.
8) I am actually a very kind person. I never refuse a request for help.
9) Girls find me very attractive, which is truly unhelpful.
10) Till I was 15 or so, when I cried, there would be no tears. Seriously.
Ok, now I am supposed to tag somebody, so I tag Asher Jay.
I am not a secret person really, very few things about myself embarass me. Still, here goes...
1) When I am all by myself, I like to daydream. I make up situations in my head and let my mind play them out. A therapist might call it an escape mechanism, I call it a good way to spend the time I am on the tube.
2) I can't sleep alone in the dark. I am 23 and I still need a light on somewhere in the house if I am alone at night. Sad, I know.
3) Up until recently, I have had a crush on every single boy that my best friend has.
4) I hate radishes, absolutely loathe them. I can eat any other vegetable but them.
5) I've read the first 20 pages of Great Expectations over 10 times, I've never ever read the whole book.
6) I've never been in love. Except for once, almost.
7) Sometimes, I DON'T think marriage is a meaningless institution created to perpetuate the myths of monogamy and happy families.
8) I am actually a very kind person. I never refuse a request for help.
9) Girls find me very attractive, which is truly unhelpful.
10) Till I was 15 or so, when I cried, there would be no tears. Seriously.
Ok, now I am supposed to tag somebody, so I tag Asher Jay.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The Nature of Loss
To those of you that know me, the title is not really a mystery. I recently lost somebody that I have loved my whole entire life, and she isn't the only one that is lost. I find that I am some how stuck mid-river without a paddle, and life seems to make even less sense than usual. I feel like crying is futile, and agonizing over the what ifs and if onlys is of no avail. And yet, my mind is flooded with questions and memories and anger, and even guilt, and many times, it is all I can do to keep it together. Because, as much as this hurts me, it hurts some people even more, and these are people that I love.
I wish I had more profound realizations about death, some epiphany that has come in the middle of the night, causing me to leap out of my bed to furiously pound away at my keyboard, in hopes of getting it all down before it vanishes. Alas, that is not to be so. I have no answers, only more questions. And those, it would seem are endless.
I wish I had more profound realizations about death, some epiphany that has come in the middle of the night, causing me to leap out of my bed to furiously pound away at my keyboard, in hopes of getting it all down before it vanishes. Alas, that is not to be so. I have no answers, only more questions. And those, it would seem are endless.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The magic of unrequited love
I know, the title seems improbable, but let this come from one who has been on the losing end of the above many a time, there is some magic to it. What is the magic, you ask? Well, it is eternal, that's what.
Unrequited love is never returned, and therefore unfulfilled. It remains in our minds, long after it has left our hearts, as a shining promise of what could have been but never was. It was never reciprocated, if indeed it was even spoken out loud. And so, it remains eternal, perfect as the day it struck you out of the blue, and perfectly painful as the day you knew that it would never be realised.
What is my "so, here's the thing" point here? I'm not even sure, that is the point.
Unrequited love is never returned, and therefore unfulfilled. It remains in our minds, long after it has left our hearts, as a shining promise of what could have been but never was. It was never reciprocated, if indeed it was even spoken out loud. And so, it remains eternal, perfect as the day it struck you out of the blue, and perfectly painful as the day you knew that it would never be realised.
What is my "so, here's the thing" point here? I'm not even sure, that is the point.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
For Mims
My world is a little smaller. There are fewer experiences than there were before, but to complain incessantly is complacence and ingratitude that even I can not muster. Where I am and how I am are a product of who I am and what I have done thus far. So, the conclusion may be drawn, that perhaps, all this is my own fault.
Philosophical musings aside, I find that when I can not look beyond my own problems, I lost sight of a much larger truth. Life basically sucks. No one ever told me that life would be this endless array of lilies in a garden surrounded by butterflies and candy. If anything, I have been warned about how unexpected things always end up being. You have to work at anything that is even vaguely worthwhile.
So here's the thing about complaining, and being a malcontent, the unhappiest at the end of that particular road, is you.
For Mims
Philosophical musings aside, I find that when I can not look beyond my own problems, I lost sight of a much larger truth. Life basically sucks. No one ever told me that life would be this endless array of lilies in a garden surrounded by butterflies and candy. If anything, I have been warned about how unexpected things always end up being. You have to work at anything that is even vaguely worthwhile.
So here's the thing about complaining, and being a malcontent, the unhappiest at the end of that particular road, is you.
For Mims
Monday, May 26, 2008
To be seen
The thing about returning to familiarity, is that it isn't all that you imagined in your head. In your head, the colours of 'old' world are bright, and shiny. And everybody loves you. The truth, however, is a different animal. The trouble with going back, is that you regress into all those things that made you run out in an attempt to change your life in the first place.
I can't decide what I hate more, missing how things used to be, or returning to that place and time, where you are unimportant, where you are never seen. Everybody looks through you. You are simply the means to a more attractive end.
I have touched the sun, even if only for an all too brief moment, and I can not go back. I can not go back to being an ordinary creature that lays in wait, in the vain hope that others will see me, finally. Again now, I find myself desperate to escape. I am searching for exit signs. And, rest assured, when I do find one, I will be gone again. To a land where I am seen.
I can't decide what I hate more, missing how things used to be, or returning to that place and time, where you are unimportant, where you are never seen. Everybody looks through you. You are simply the means to a more attractive end.
I have touched the sun, even if only for an all too brief moment, and I can not go back. I can not go back to being an ordinary creature that lays in wait, in the vain hope that others will see me, finally. Again now, I find myself desperate to escape. I am searching for exit signs. And, rest assured, when I do find one, I will be gone again. To a land where I am seen.
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