little nothings...

Relationships baffle me. And, they complicate life. They end up making the already complex life more complex. F is of the opinion that when we are born with relationships like mum, dad, brother, sister etc, why should we be the choosers of this relationship called 'life partner'. With different pressures from all the directions,the process many a time ends up in an entangled mess and crippled relations that cannot be patched. it makes no sense to me when people end up breaking an X relation to make a Y relation work. And yeah, the broken hearts that cannot be mended and the the million $$$ question is how happy you are at the end of this drama. Methinks , just being born with the 'life partner' relation would purge out so much pain from the world. I have always admired people who stood up for their happiness;people who knew what they want out of life and take the step to make it happen. If X had the guts to fight everyone for what X thought would make him happy, I wou

I don’t like being 24. I can’t be the naive i-don't-care attitude girl I was at 23. and I am not ready for the responsibilities of a 25 year old. Growing up is not fun and is not easy either and birthdays are a reminder that you are another year older. Another year closer to responsibilities. Another year closer to losing your life and living for others. Another year closer to death. And can it get worse than the noisy nosy neighborhood kids addressing you as aunty? I liked being 23 cos I kept telling myself that I am still on the nicer side of twenties ( no offense meant to those in their late twenties! its just that I don't want to call myself an older-twenty something). I can still tell early twenties for the next 10 months but someone told me that the months on the calendar appear closer than they are and that is the reason for all this cribbing…i am doing more thinking these days..may be this is what they call 'the quarter life crisis'. They say what goes aroun

this post was due yesterday but I am writing it today cuz yesterday was supposed to be the world's most boring Sunday and you don't do interesting stuff like blogging on a boring Sunday. Imagine being stranded at home on a Sunday! Sigh!! yesterday was one such Sunday when everyone I knew in Tampa was out of town and my laptop was on a flight back home from Enfield. I was home alone :( Yes, the entire Sunday.. yeah I mean 24 hours!! the only thing that happened apart from the 3 movies I watched continuously on TV, was mr.roach. He popped out of nowhere and my heart nearly skipped a beat. I hated him for doing that to me and for a moment I remembered Yancy Butler in 'The Ex' and took great pleasure in drowning him. I know I might have angered quite a few souls who care more about ducks, roaches than humans. Believe me, this is not jabbering. C at the gym said that she would brake for ducks and not humans. She mentioned very joyfully abt a news she read in the newspape

Its 15 August, 2009 ( its already the 15th in India) and 62 years since India became independent and my inbox is flooded with emails "lets celebrate 62 years of freedom/independence", "proud to be an Indian" and orkut is brimming with scraps that say" change your pic. put up a picture of our national flag..lets show the world we are united" and facebook is flooded with independence day messages....and I open my yahoo account to see yahoo celebrating Indian independence..united we stand... So it is just this one day of the year that we realize the Indian in us..become overly patriotic overnight and theres jubilation and hullabaloo everywhere...fireworks display in some places and change of orkut profile pictures..the night clubs have happy hours to celebrate Indian independence with a shot of tequila ( not to forget the slice of lemon) and A.R.Rehman's Vande Maataram in the background..Reliance and TATA offering upto 1000 mins of Talktime...Westside

Everybody loves Life. Their life. No one has the right to steal life from anyone. Imagine sitting in a garden full of flowers and nipping a bud even before it could bloom into a beautiful flower. Neither do you have the right nor I or anyone else in this world. I came across a video that was intended to create awareness against female foeticide. It really moved me.   Laadli   is an awareness campaign against female foeticide. It breaks my heart how those insensitive people can forget the womb they came from and kill their own daughters. My dad always told me daughters are a gift and daughters are the forces that bind the family. I am shocked to know that there are 27 lakh crimes related to sex determination in educated India!! Years ago, when a girl stole the two crystal peacocks that I got at the craft exhibition at school, I was so sad and bitter at her that I prayed she should flunk her math exam. I prayed that night and a number of nights that followed. all i cared for t

lately, I have developed a good habit of following the news everyday (yes, I don’t leave an opportunity to brag. Anyways, why shouldn't I? This is my blog and I am the star here ;) ) and I came across a news video. The video showed kids in China being DNA tested at early ages like 3, so that parents can identify their hidden talents in the bud and leave no stone unturned in nurturing their teeny weeny celebrity talent and pave way for their future; say like training them to participate in the Olympics..the kids are sent to summer camps where their DNA is tested and a group of teachers observe them to see what talents they have and what they lack!! Isn’t this ridiculous? Why burden those innocent minds from such a tender age? I feel they have the rest of their lives to live under pressure to perform, stress and show off those talents. Can there be anything more cruel than snatching those angelic smiles and stealing their play time? When I was a 3 yr old, success was successful co