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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

I Have No Gold

                    poor indian girl sitting in rubbish tip stock photo

                                                I  get up shivering
                                               I  go to sleep cold.
                                               No energy
                                               I'm starving,
                                               I have no gold.

Winters come, we buy expensive sweaters and blankets, eat at KFC and drink beer. I wish some of us would spend a fraction of that money to get blessings, instead of a big belly, this winter.
I googled this picture you know, and there were so many overwhelming pictures, and it was surprising to see that many of them were for sale. Selling and buying beggars...
Anyway back to the main thing, so if you say you can't find a reason to go spend a little money on the destitute(it's weird, i think the first time ever i paid attention to that word 'destitute' was while reading A Christmas Carol), there are actually many. Let me give you an example.
Say something great happened in your life and you are brimming with joy. Example, you got a job. You thanked practically every one around you. You celebrated with your friends, parents, relatives..you thanked your teachers and yourself. Still there is gratitude and celebration left inside. Thank these people who could never compete with you for that job. Show gratitude to them, celebrate with them.


                                 

In case you don't know how to help..to give a coin is not actually a good way, there are things called NGOs, find a trustworthy one around you.

               

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Look what i found in an old writing pad

A Drawing!


what else could anyone expect..it was my pad. . .

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

M.A.?

All that the young people do is possess lots of feelings & emotions and share love, and they are heavily judged for it..by the middle-aged adults. Who? The respectable middle-aged, with the knowledge & experience of the world; the knowledge and experience that makes them a species full of hatred and hypocrisy. And these judgemental double-standard people are to be respected, just out of convention, because they are old..bah! I respect no one till I see him laudable.

Don't believe me that these MAs(middle-aged's) are suckers? Oh btw, i have MA parents too, so please don't start thinking about you parents and get offended, this is a general observation(but believe me, your & my parents may have some of the MA traits too..maybe for good, but they are there.) Well, let me put out a check-list.

1. Either the MAs find the other person's kids better mannered than their own & declare that in front of their little angels(which you know is heart-breaking for those little hearts) Or the MAs think that the person's kids are too crude, and again they blaze that into the world. Whether or not either of these two great thoughts reach the child's fragile ear, whomever they are told to, the tone is amazingly disgusting. And god! they are just kids..don't you have better things to do than judge them?

2. And who are they who get married, have children, and when their children are at such a delicate & crucial stage of life, from where they grow into the adults that they are going to be the rest of their lives, decide that they don't get along well, don't love each other or are just plain bored(super-jerks). So they either fight all day long, all of their days or get divorced; I can't come to a decision as to which one of the two is better.

3. Most teenagers, when have a girlfriend/boyfriend, do not cheat. While our MAs, men & women alike, cheat in a commitment like a marriage.

4. We are very loyal to friends, we start hating a Handsome guy if we learn that he has wronged one of our fellow chicas in the slightest manner. MAs are opportunists, for them, a friend lost(by their acquaintance) is a friend gained(by them). 

5. No matter how bad the situation may be in their own household w.r.t. family values, they won't miss a chance to bitch about the other's and leave him into shreds. I mean the last thing a failed family person wants is to be publicly mocked.

6. Now many MAs might defend themselves by saying that the Young are the Restless, that teenagers are cheap, vulgar & horny. 
  • a child is not born with a vulgar vocabulary, he learns from his adults.
  • cheap behaviour is aped, not invented,
  • teenagers did not make porn films, books & whatever of this sort is available in the market..they are just taking what the MAs are giving.(the producers & publishers are mostly MAs)
I do not judge, behaviour is often an impression of situation, but situations are not always a good excuse of bad behaviour. You might say you are simply returning what you got from the world..but somewhere this cycle of hatred has to stop, Make a change and be a good example to the youth. 

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Celebrations

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They say every day is a celebration. This, I believe, is just an impractical saying. Nevertheless I thank god for having me born in a country like India, where, almost every day is a celebration.

Celebrations are important, they help us keep the lightness in life. Little smiles can account for a lot of joy. After weeks of work, slogging our arses, a weekend of cheer with friends and family makes up for the loss of smiles during the week.

What do I love about celebrations? The lights - the amazing lights, the elegant dresses, the beautiful music, the movement and the joy. The food, the drink, the chats, the pictures & the anticipation of something..something unusual. The crowds, the energy, the love. And of course, those who make all this possible, friends and family.

Celebrations remind us how connected we are to every one and every thing on this planet, that no matter how much we might envisage of being a loner, an individual person not concerned with anyone, not loving & not loved, we are, at the end of the day, a part of a web, the web of the living.This actually is a great thing, as, to some(like me), it gives hope and happiness. How, you ask me, can celebration be an indicative of closeness & connection to one who doesn't celebrate? Well, because somewhere deep inside the person who doesn't celebrate a particular festival knows, that it is a festival that everyone he has ever known celebrates. Not celebrating it also connects him with people he knows are somewhere celebrating that same holy festival. And then there is that non-celebrators group, where people get together & end up 'celebrating' the fact that they don't celebrate a certain day/festival.

Well I love celebrations, there is exchange of love, opinions, warmth, gifts, sweets, chocolates and just a lot of great energy. In 8/10 cases, you end up making a great friend in random celebrations, like for example, a celebration of not being able to answer a certain question in your exam, :P

Celebrations are certainly not useless, each one has its own significance.

Birthdays are a celebration of life on this planet,
Valentine's day is a celebration of love,
Diwali is a celebration of lights,
Holi is a celebration of colours.
And while fathers' day, mothers' day, children's day, teachers' day & friendship day etc are a celebration of family, friends and all those we love and respect, Music and Dance, an epochal part of celebrations(well maybe not epochal, but yeah, quite an inevitable part of it :P), are a celebration in their own, a celebration of sound and movement.

Maybe everyday is not a celebration, but life is a celebration.
                                                    
                                                                  ¬*¬
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Thursday, November 4, 2010

My Grandmother at 56

That's the last time I saw her healthy. 6 years after she passed away from leukemia, this year, somehow i miss her more than the other yrs, or maybe i miss her equally every yr & it's just in my head that i feel it is stronger each year.
It is very difficult to forget bad things that happen in your life, but do you ever get these fits where these certain good memories, that you didn't  think you had any more, just pop up into your head? Well i certainly do.

I don't know whether you read my previous post, but i had promised my blog (:p) that my next post will be a happy  one, and i keep my promises, even if they are made to a computer program.

So yesterday i was sitting in my room, doing nothing, as always..this little memory popped into my head of those cool sunny days when i used to sit outside with my grandmother on the folding bed, eat oranges and play around the mulberry bush underneath their apartment. I can not describe the joy i feel just remembering that time.
(I might have never realised the oddness of the fact that there was a mulberry bush in our colony too, but that one was so lame. i hate to talk about it. That one wasn't half as good as the one where my grandma resided.)
And at night, when my granddad was home, i used to lie on the cot with him star gazing.

It is funny i even remember these things, but when i do reminisce, i sometimes get the urge to feel the presence of that amazing mother just once again, to see her, touch her, talk with her..share my life, good or bad, with her. Sometimes i have these dreams where i see her, and then i never want to forget that dream, forget that face i saw, that feeling i felt. . . . You know, i'm extremely happy for the time i got to spend with her and quite regretful for the time i didn't.

At the end of the day, i feel lucky to have been born when i was, 'cos some of my younger cousins would never know her, they never had that chance to spend those amazing years of their lives with her that i did; and that is such a loss.

Nani, I love you.