Today was one fuzzy morning I can’t remember bits of it at all.... No am not suffering from a hangover because I do remember that I did not drink.... but then I think, I had a Chocolate, which must have caused it. Am sure it was laced with something, cause I am in a state now that makes me scratch my head.
Starting with the following
1. I woke up in my bed... What’s unusual you ask? Well, I clearly remember falling asleep on the couch. How I got to my bed, is what baffles me. I must have sleepwalked.
2. I walked out of the house all set to go to work with my bag and slippers, only when I looked down did I realize I was wearing my night pyjamas. I think I was sleepwalking.
3. So I dressed up and was talking to mom as I pulled out the perfume bottle and was about to squirt it when mom screamed and snatched the bottle and said " that's the pain relief spray you nut". I think I was sleepwalking.
4. I stopped an auto near my place got into it and told him where I had to go, the auto driver looks at me puzzled wondering if I was just lazy or whether he was seriously that lucky. Only after he asked me again did Ii realize that Ii told him my house address rather than my office address. *facepalm* Travelling in an auto for a 2 meter distance the driver says “I am sleepwalking”.
5. I get down and walk towards my office, I see the mad lady. There is this lady who apparently went loony after an ugly tiff with her lover. Rumours say that she was very beautiful and had the most beautiful blue eyes ever, which are now veiled behind her mangled hair that cover half her face. And I in my sleepwalking state, stop right in front of her and stare at her eyes for one whole minute just to check if her eyes were blue. She looks at me and rants something and walks past. I was sleepwalking
6. I step into my work place and I get a phone call from one of my clients after all the details were said and confirmed I close the call with a greeting that went like this, "thank you Nithin, good night". And I realized that only after I dropped the call. But then am excused because the phone call was from the States and technically it was night there. Was it not?
7. I realized my phone was missing. Tried to recall, whether I left it at home or in the auto? I tried calling it, but no response so guessed it had to be at home. I borrowed my colleague’s phone and msgd dad that my phone was at home and to tell mom to call me ASAP. 4 hours went by and no call from dad or mom. Then it struck me I msgd my own number. DUH!!! I was sleepwalking.
8. I was wondering why the hell, my system at work not switching on. Banged at it, fiddled with the UPS. Only to realize I had not plugged it in :( I was sleepwalking.
9. Half the phone calls that came in today i addressed them with a gender switch. Sir's became madams and vice versa. I was Sleep talking.
10. I sat at the wrong desk, and was wondering why there wasn’t any AC at my place. I was sleepwalking.
I think I was sleepwalking. Because after a solid yelling, 5 crashes of the firefox, My water bottle spilling all its contents on the printer, I can effectively blame my sleepiness.
I was sleepwalking because I would definitely not hum 'Hey there Delilah' when my boss was yelling at me.
Or maybe am schizophrenic because I just saw a yellow bunny wearing a red hat and a joker’s mask while I was typing this blog out..... Or I guess that's just the party animal...
I don't know what it was…………………………………
I AM SLEEPWALKING.
PS. just before i posted i get an IM why are u acting so weird?.... Hmmm now i wonder what i did?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
My Rubik adventures
I was hooked, obsessed by it. Possessed rather, I had to have it at any cost. It was like the people obsessing about the latest gadgets I wanted a cube badly. Not just any cube, "a Rubik cube". Why?, Because I was bored, bored of sitting in office and playing mindless games or waiting for work to be given to me, bored of twittering and facebooking. I searched high and low for it no store had it? The only toy store, Shakti toys was out of stock on it. They ordered for it but one week went by, still no news about it.
Mom thought I was mad to be obsessed with acquiring a silly toy. Maybe I was, but I had to have it at any cost.... My tweets were filled with only Rubik tweets "I want a Rubik cube". And I had replies offering me to send me a Rubik cube, asking me if I knew how to solve it, and also questions like, what would you do with it?... DUH!!!
My Foursquare , may account 3 check-ins at Shakti toys but in reality I have been there a total of 10 times. Every time I pass that place am greeted with, "I am sorry, it has not yet arrived" face. I was sure I was even nicknamed the 'Rubik Girl'.... I didn't care I wanted it.
And then one fine Saturday, I go to the store and am greeted with "it has arrived" and he opens the box and out spills a dozen Rubik cube's... My face then was worth being photographed. The Rubik Girl was smiling: p. I was smiling all the way home. Clutching my bag, as though I had a treasure in it I headed home. Reaching home I was staring at in awe. Opened it and messed the cube gave it to my bro and told him to mess it up and then got to solving it.
My entire Saturday evening and the whole Sunday was spent in figuring it out, how each layer falls into place. I tried it out without any codes. Calls were avoided, I locked myself in my room, even food was had in a hurry, can’t remember if I slept that night too. I was that hooked. Even when I closed my eyes I was figuring out how the red-blue-yellow cubie falls into the right corner.
Finally I cheated I used the code. Found a great seven step solution online. And I did it. The last level was where I always got stuck and I used the codes and I solved it. :) broke into a jig. Came running out of the room, showed it to dad and he looked at me like I was mad or something. Snatched the cube and slided the rows and columns again and handed it over to me and said, "Solve it within three minutes and if you do I’ll give you anything you want".
That was one worthy challenge. He had slided only a few rows and columns and I could easily solve it. I showed it to him and with my cute sweet face I said "Dad please can I join GS". He just smiled. A smile, that I had not seen in months. Rubik cube you really are lucky to me.
And just like how the Red row fitted and slided in with the blue on top, I had my algorithms for life figured out. In all your frustrations you tend to ignore that your life is actually coded, it has a strategy. Just like the Rubik cube you spend hours and days twisting and turning in vain, even resort to removing or running away your problems in a dastardly attempt to cheat and not understanding the logic behind it all.
Your problems have facelets like the cube, figure it out. So here are the lessons i learnt about life and its frustrations through my beloved Rubik cube.
My Rubik Lessons
1) Figure it slowly. You will get frustrated but then in the end it’s worth it.
2) Everything has its place; slide it, move it, tackle it and the colours of life will then synchronize.
3) Its sometimes okay to cheat. But cheat smart. Don't go to evict, throw, replace, run away. If you cheat, do it with cheat codes from the experienced. From their hard learnt lessons.
4) You’ll be pro eventually. No matter how much people mess up your cube you’ll be able to solve it.
Till then this Rubik girl is out to have more adventures and acquire more gyan......
P.S. am already planning on searching if i can get the Rubik Octagon. God save me :P
Mom thought I was mad to be obsessed with acquiring a silly toy. Maybe I was, but I had to have it at any cost.... My tweets were filled with only Rubik tweets "I want a Rubik cube". And I had replies offering me to send me a Rubik cube, asking me if I knew how to solve it, and also questions like, what would you do with it?... DUH!!!
My Foursquare , may account 3 check-ins at Shakti toys but in reality I have been there a total of 10 times. Every time I pass that place am greeted with, "I am sorry, it has not yet arrived" face. I was sure I was even nicknamed the 'Rubik Girl'.... I didn't care I wanted it.
And then one fine Saturday, I go to the store and am greeted with "it has arrived" and he opens the box and out spills a dozen Rubik cube's... My face then was worth being photographed. The Rubik Girl was smiling: p. I was smiling all the way home. Clutching my bag, as though I had a treasure in it I headed home. Reaching home I was staring at in awe. Opened it and messed the cube gave it to my bro and told him to mess it up and then got to solving it.
My entire Saturday evening and the whole Sunday was spent in figuring it out, how each layer falls into place. I tried it out without any codes. Calls were avoided, I locked myself in my room, even food was had in a hurry, can’t remember if I slept that night too. I was that hooked. Even when I closed my eyes I was figuring out how the red-blue-yellow cubie falls into the right corner.
Finally I cheated I used the code. Found a great seven step solution online. And I did it. The last level was where I always got stuck and I used the codes and I solved it. :) broke into a jig. Came running out of the room, showed it to dad and he looked at me like I was mad or something. Snatched the cube and slided the rows and columns again and handed it over to me and said, "Solve it within three minutes and if you do I’ll give you anything you want".
That was one worthy challenge. He had slided only a few rows and columns and I could easily solve it. I showed it to him and with my cute sweet face I said "Dad please can I join GS". He just smiled. A smile, that I had not seen in months. Rubik cube you really are lucky to me.
And just like how the Red row fitted and slided in with the blue on top, I had my algorithms for life figured out. In all your frustrations you tend to ignore that your life is actually coded, it has a strategy. Just like the Rubik cube you spend hours and days twisting and turning in vain, even resort to removing or running away your problems in a dastardly attempt to cheat and not understanding the logic behind it all.
Your problems have facelets like the cube, figure it out. So here are the lessons i learnt about life and its frustrations through my beloved Rubik cube.
My Rubik Lessons
1) Figure it slowly. You will get frustrated but then in the end it’s worth it.
2) Everything has its place; slide it, move it, tackle it and the colours of life will then synchronize.
3) Its sometimes okay to cheat. But cheat smart. Don't go to evict, throw, replace, run away. If you cheat, do it with cheat codes from the experienced. From their hard learnt lessons.
4) You’ll be pro eventually. No matter how much people mess up your cube you’ll be able to solve it.
Till then this Rubik girl is out to have more adventures and acquire more gyan......
P.S. am already planning on searching if i can get the Rubik Octagon. God save me :P
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Shattered
*My very lame attempt at Acrostic poetry. Am ready to face the tomatoes so fling it at the end* :P
She stood there like a morbid soul,
Her dull eyes showed no emotion;
And why would they?
Torn like a broken petal,
Tears rolled down;
Erratic she wanted to be,
Reality did strike her hard; she
Embraced her sorrow like a dear friend
Death was what she did not prefer
An Acrostic is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.
Rashi has written better ones though.
She stood there like a morbid soul,
Her dull eyes showed no emotion;
And why would they?
Torn like a broken petal,
Tears rolled down;
Erratic she wanted to be,
Reality did strike her hard; she
Embraced her sorrow like a dear friend
Death was what she did not prefer
An Acrostic is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.
Rashi has written better ones though.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Letter Addressed to ME
............
Dear Miss-user
I don’t know what you like to be addressed as; I see frequently that you have a lot of names. Boo, Niychu. Nishu, Nisha, Nishali, Psycho, Nessi Miss Chand, Nishali, Nisha, Dimwit, Baby and so on. That’s how far my memory goes. Well here is why am writing this letter to you. Well not technically WRITING but well, just typing out a letter to you. It’s high time I tell you what I feel for you. I know you keep telling me that you are in love with me, but the fact is am in love with you since the first time you touched me. Since the first time your delicate hands held mine. I could never express and I don’t know if you ever noticed the way I sparkled that day when you held me. I hid it from you since the past one and half years. You loved me, I knew that, but I was never sure if that was true or not. Now I know it was never true. Am I just replaceable?
I remember those days when you used to spend every waking hour with me. Talk to me sweet nothings; sweetly address me as your babylu to your friends. You used to call me and take me every where you went. Show me off like I was your arm candy. Make all of your friends envious too. Your brother especially hated that you spent too much time with me.
Those where the initial months, and then one day you tell me that your college has began and that you could not take me there. I was banned there you say and you were scared I would like someone else and go with her. How could you think that way, I loved you and I was yours forever. I used to wait patiently till you came out of that scary dungeon like fortress.
I always wanted to see what it was like. One fine day you invited me there. It was such an experience I can never forget minus the squealing girls and garish clothes. You told me it was your student’s day. You left me alone next to a girl who looked more like a red peahen with her brilliant red dress that dazzled like the sun itself. I was looking around and then I realized I was lost, the red dressed friend of yours was no where to be seen. I panicked I did not know where to look for you. Those girls scared me, I felt like they were going to bully me or something. Then I saw you coming all panicky and anxious you did not say a word just took me and we walked home. Something was wrong I knew it. I wanted to tell you to call mom you’ll feel better, you called someone and then you smiled, you smiled a brilliant smile that charmed me more than ever. Why don’t you smile to me that way these days?
You loved me and you cared for me. But these days you just don’t. I am growing old I know, and you want to replace me. I remember the time I fell and my bone nearly broke the way you panicked and rushed to your uncle to fix me. He fixed me alright but just temporary. Or that time when I blacked out and suffered a near heart attack, you rushed me to a scary place where there were weird men with weird and odd looking apparatus everywhere. I could see dead people. I swear I saw dead people. But I didn’t what to scare you. That weird man said some scientific names that I could barely understand and you said “do anything and bring him back to the way he was”. And I was a back, but the trauma was there. You were careful with me after that; you never took me along to your trips, made me stay in the car. And you used to keep checking me always.
I also noticed something strange. I have all your pictures, your pictures with your friends, family, and pictures at your most memorable days but none of me. No pictures of me and you. Why? Sometimes in your low days you refuse to talk to me either. You prefer your space you say. And sometime you forget I exist. No matter how much I call out to you. I sing your favorite song, but still you disregard me. You have become careless these days. That day when we were climbing the bus I held your hand but you let go of me and I fell, I nearly broke my spine and you said “Oh I’ll fix that with glue” I was shell shocked when I heard that. I did not know if you were joking or if you were serious.
Your mom was always worried that you were too addicted to me. In fact I was too addicted to you and to your touch. I even considered staying away from you and switching myself off from you, but I knew that would just hurt you more than anything.
Have I just become just an object of pleasure to you, Am I nothing at all to you, there were days when you said you could not live without me. Now you have become so distant. What s keeping you so busy or what s keeping you so distant? I’ll be waiting here for you please talk to me again. I don’t want to go to that scary place of dead people. Please don’t replace me. Am not just your phone, am your baby…..
Love
Yours truly,
Nokia 6300 aka Babylu
p.s. yes my phone is still hanging on to me in all my erratic, neurotic moods. The panel is broken a million times, it suffered a heart attack once and i had to flash it, erase all its memory and re install it, luckily i had a back up. Recently i was so fed up emotionally, that i put all my calls to divert. Diverted it to a non existent number. And yeah that means my calls never reach me. but msgs do. So msg me am available. And internet access that i normally do through my phone is also on hold for the time being. That is why i am not on twitter or facebook these days :P :P My Nomophobia
And no i will never replace my babylu, its my first love :)
Dear Miss-user
I don’t know what you like to be addressed as; I see frequently that you have a lot of names. Boo, Niychu. Nishu, Nisha, Nishali, Psycho, Nessi Miss Chand, Nishali, Nisha, Dimwit, Baby and so on. That’s how far my memory goes. Well here is why am writing this letter to you. Well not technically WRITING but well, just typing out a letter to you. It’s high time I tell you what I feel for you. I know you keep telling me that you are in love with me, but the fact is am in love with you since the first time you touched me. Since the first time your delicate hands held mine. I could never express and I don’t know if you ever noticed the way I sparkled that day when you held me. I hid it from you since the past one and half years. You loved me, I knew that, but I was never sure if that was true or not. Now I know it was never true. Am I just replaceable?
I remember those days when you used to spend every waking hour with me. Talk to me sweet nothings; sweetly address me as your babylu to your friends. You used to call me and take me every where you went. Show me off like I was your arm candy. Make all of your friends envious too. Your brother especially hated that you spent too much time with me.
Those where the initial months, and then one day you tell me that your college has began and that you could not take me there. I was banned there you say and you were scared I would like someone else and go with her. How could you think that way, I loved you and I was yours forever. I used to wait patiently till you came out of that scary dungeon like fortress.
I always wanted to see what it was like. One fine day you invited me there. It was such an experience I can never forget minus the squealing girls and garish clothes. You told me it was your student’s day. You left me alone next to a girl who looked more like a red peahen with her brilliant red dress that dazzled like the sun itself. I was looking around and then I realized I was lost, the red dressed friend of yours was no where to be seen. I panicked I did not know where to look for you. Those girls scared me, I felt like they were going to bully me or something. Then I saw you coming all panicky and anxious you did not say a word just took me and we walked home. Something was wrong I knew it. I wanted to tell you to call mom you’ll feel better, you called someone and then you smiled, you smiled a brilliant smile that charmed me more than ever. Why don’t you smile to me that way these days?
You loved me and you cared for me. But these days you just don’t. I am growing old I know, and you want to replace me. I remember the time I fell and my bone nearly broke the way you panicked and rushed to your uncle to fix me. He fixed me alright but just temporary. Or that time when I blacked out and suffered a near heart attack, you rushed me to a scary place where there were weird men with weird and odd looking apparatus everywhere. I could see dead people. I swear I saw dead people. But I didn’t what to scare you. That weird man said some scientific names that I could barely understand and you said “do anything and bring him back to the way he was”. And I was a back, but the trauma was there. You were careful with me after that; you never took me along to your trips, made me stay in the car. And you used to keep checking me always.
I also noticed something strange. I have all your pictures, your pictures with your friends, family, and pictures at your most memorable days but none of me. No pictures of me and you. Why? Sometimes in your low days you refuse to talk to me either. You prefer your space you say. And sometime you forget I exist. No matter how much I call out to you. I sing your favorite song, but still you disregard me. You have become careless these days. That day when we were climbing the bus I held your hand but you let go of me and I fell, I nearly broke my spine and you said “Oh I’ll fix that with glue” I was shell shocked when I heard that. I did not know if you were joking or if you were serious.
Your mom was always worried that you were too addicted to me. In fact I was too addicted to you and to your touch. I even considered staying away from you and switching myself off from you, but I knew that would just hurt you more than anything.
Have I just become just an object of pleasure to you, Am I nothing at all to you, there were days when you said you could not live without me. Now you have become so distant. What s keeping you so busy or what s keeping you so distant? I’ll be waiting here for you please talk to me again. I don’t want to go to that scary place of dead people. Please don’t replace me. Am not just your phone, am your baby…..
Love
Yours truly,
Nokia 6300 aka Babylu
p.s. yes my phone is still hanging on to me in all my erratic, neurotic moods. The panel is broken a million times, it suffered a heart attack once and i had to flash it, erase all its memory and re install it, luckily i had a back up. Recently i was so fed up emotionally, that i put all my calls to divert. Diverted it to a non existent number. And yeah that means my calls never reach me. but msgs do. So msg me am available. And internet access that i normally do through my phone is also on hold for the time being. That is why i am not on twitter or facebook these days :P :P My Nomophobia
And no i will never replace my babylu, its my first love :)
Monday, March 29, 2010
The Week that wasn't.
Okay, so i had a very stressful week. Terribly actually. Almost met with accidents 4 times in a row. Got yelled at by my friends, family, got a low down on all my faults etc etc etc. but then i just told myself 'this too shall pass' and it did. Last Sunday, before the horrible week began i assigned a mini project for myself telling myself that am gonna capture each day with a picture.(okay this inspiration comes from http://www.flickaday.com )And now at the end of the week i look back at these pictures and realize, there are certain things that i can still smile about, there are certain things that still made me laugh about. So here it goes. It may not be the best of pictures but it still is the best of my week so far.
21/03/2010 Sunday- The wait that was beautiful
That Sunday i was waiting for 2 hours almost, for my friend and also for my parents. This is where i assigned myself the week project. While sitting idle in the mall i noticed this man calling on people to apply mehendi i sat there, his first customer, he said and lo and behold something that on a normal day i hate i loved it that day. I felt like a brand ambassador because after me there was a bee line of girls waiting to apply it too. See waiting is sometimes beautiful.
22/03/2010 Monday- Terrible no words at all
No i don't have any photo for this day. it was a terrible terrible Monday. I almost met with an accident. Got yelled at by my parents, my tooth ache made me dizzy.
23/03/2010 Tuesday-Metered Life
You would wonder why i clicked a picture of an auto meter. well for starters this kind of meter is not something i see everyday in Mangalore. I was so used to the ancient one that this caught me by surprise and also it showed me the distance i travel to work everyday. I sometimes walk all the way home and wow i realized i walk 4kms every time :P
24/03/2010 Wednesday-Irony
This was the morning which was extra busy. Apparently, a minister came visiting the city to inspect the ongoing road construction in front of my office. What's special about this picture well, He stooped down to touch the road and check it, he looked at the cement works, he asked a few of us about the hassles we faced and then said within a week the works will resume and the process will speed up. Its a week now and the works are still on pause mode. Irony of the day. His surprise visit was informed to us because my company booked his tickets :P
25/03/2010 Thursday- CAKE!!!!! Tooth Ache :P
And this day was the craziest of all. My good friends birthday and we all planned a surprise. For the first time i got off work early and rushed to the party. The cake was ultimate. DIVINE. I did not care for my tooth ache and hogged the cake :p
26/03/2010 Friday- Chocolatey
Another crazy Friday. Friends phone fell in the rain water drain and we had a big group of passerby's giving us all sorts of tips and suggestions to get it out. well we managed to get the phone out though. In the evening i was craving for something chocolatey even after having been warned by my dentist i went to Delisiaso and had a Snicker sneak Shake... yummmmmmmm
27/03/2010 Saturday- Twittery
Another sad work day. Was just bored to death at work. My order at Bookmark was delayed yet again inspite of the fact that i kept visiting them 5 times. I come home and i find a courier in my name. The t-shirt that i won was finally here.. woohoooo Just too elated with it i could not stop myself from jumping around. Decided to wear it the next day for the Make a Difference Recruitment drive www.makeadiff.in
28/03/2010 Sunday-Made all the difference
Finally the Sunday that made all the difference to me. The Make A Difference Recruitment drive. And yes another very very good friends birthday but she was not in town to celebrate it.
And so the lesson i learnt in this little project, so what if the reason for which i smile has now changed, So what if you did not give me those smiles i usually get i still have hundreds, no thousand of reason to smile. And No, you are still the reason why i smile, its just that i now learned to look beyond you. And am able to see life beyond the rose tinted glasses. Even if my day went hell just cause you yelled at me or did not call me, i still looked beyond it.
And yes this post is dedicated to YOU.
21/03/2010 Sunday- The wait that was beautiful
That Sunday i was waiting for 2 hours almost, for my friend and also for my parents. This is where i assigned myself the week project. While sitting idle in the mall i noticed this man calling on people to apply mehendi i sat there, his first customer, he said and lo and behold something that on a normal day i hate i loved it that day. I felt like a brand ambassador because after me there was a bee line of girls waiting to apply it too. See waiting is sometimes beautiful.
22/03/2010 Monday- Terrible no words at all
No i don't have any photo for this day. it was a terrible terrible Monday. I almost met with an accident. Got yelled at by my parents, my tooth ache made me dizzy.
23/03/2010 Tuesday-Metered Life
You would wonder why i clicked a picture of an auto meter. well for starters this kind of meter is not something i see everyday in Mangalore. I was so used to the ancient one that this caught me by surprise and also it showed me the distance i travel to work everyday. I sometimes walk all the way home and wow i realized i walk 4kms every time :P
24/03/2010 Wednesday-Irony
This was the morning which was extra busy. Apparently, a minister came visiting the city to inspect the ongoing road construction in front of my office. What's special about this picture well, He stooped down to touch the road and check it, he looked at the cement works, he asked a few of us about the hassles we faced and then said within a week the works will resume and the process will speed up. Its a week now and the works are still on pause mode. Irony of the day. His surprise visit was informed to us because my company booked his tickets :P
25/03/2010 Thursday- CAKE!!!!! Tooth Ache :P
And this day was the craziest of all. My good friends birthday and we all planned a surprise. For the first time i got off work early and rushed to the party. The cake was ultimate. DIVINE. I did not care for my tooth ache and hogged the cake :p
26/03/2010 Friday- Chocolatey
Another crazy Friday. Friends phone fell in the rain water drain and we had a big group of passerby's giving us all sorts of tips and suggestions to get it out. well we managed to get the phone out though. In the evening i was craving for something chocolatey even after having been warned by my dentist i went to Delisiaso and had a Snicker sneak Shake... yummmmmmmm
27/03/2010 Saturday- Twittery
Another sad work day. Was just bored to death at work. My order at Bookmark was delayed yet again inspite of the fact that i kept visiting them 5 times. I come home and i find a courier in my name. The t-shirt that i won was finally here.. woohoooo Just too elated with it i could not stop myself from jumping around. Decided to wear it the next day for the Make a Difference Recruitment drive www.makeadiff.in
28/03/2010 Sunday-Made all the difference
Finally the Sunday that made all the difference to me. The Make A Difference Recruitment drive. And yes another very very good friends birthday but she was not in town to celebrate it.
And so the lesson i learnt in this little project, so what if the reason for which i smile has now changed, So what if you did not give me those smiles i usually get i still have hundreds, no thousand of reason to smile. And No, you are still the reason why i smile, its just that i now learned to look beyond you. And am able to see life beyond the rose tinted glasses. Even if my day went hell just cause you yelled at me or did not call me, i still looked beyond it.
And yes this post is dedicated to YOU.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Negativity of being a girl
The answers are the same, the predictable answer. Is it wrong to be a girl i ask?
These answers make you wonder.
NO! You cant go out at this hour.
NO! Thats not what respectable young girls do.
NO! You cant study further. What will you do with education?
NO! Why do you have to earn? Isn't my income sufficient enough?
NO! You will not talk to me in that tone.
NO! You cant travel alone.
NO! You wont understand wait till you become a mother of a girl.
NO! You cant go out to meet your friends.
NO! Do not compare yourself to your brother. He is a boy.
NO! Girls never drink.
NO! You cant wear such clothes.
NO! Thats too late a age to be married.
NO! You'd better stop crying. There s no need for you to cry.
NO! Love marriages are a taboo. Dare i hear i mention of it.
NO! Stop making a fuss.
She'll be hearing only NO throughout her life.
YES she will.... And she's being mocked at.
These answers make you wonder.
NO! You cant go out at this hour.
NO! Thats not what respectable young girls do.
NO! You cant study further. What will you do with education?
NO! Why do you have to earn? Isn't my income sufficient enough?
NO! You will not talk to me in that tone.
NO! You cant travel alone.
NO! You wont understand wait till you become a mother of a girl.
NO! You cant go out to meet your friends.
NO! Do not compare yourself to your brother. He is a boy.
NO! Girls never drink.
NO! You cant wear such clothes.
NO! Thats too late a age to be married.
NO! You'd better stop crying. There s no need for you to cry.
NO! Love marriages are a taboo. Dare i hear i mention of it.
NO! Stop making a fuss.
She'll be hearing only NO throughout her life.
YES she will.... And she's being mocked at.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Little conversation
You know how sometimes you meet some random strangers and end up having a conversation that you maybe made you smile. Or maybe awakened you. Well i did meet a nice young man today at a bookstore. And had the most interesting half an hour conversation.
A cute guy who was sitting on the floor with a pile of books near him and flipping through the pages. I was amused and could not help but smile.
He was humming to the music being played in the store and at the same time reading the books he had on his lap. The choice of books gave me an impression that he was a smart guy.
He looked up at me and gave me the most beautiful smile ever. Those pearly whites and that angelic dimples just charmed me.
"Hello" he said.
I smiled, feeling too silly because i just could not stop staring at him. I asked him if he minded me sitting next to him while i search for the books in the rack near to him.
"yeah no problem, but you got to help me choose a book i have so many here i want all, but i can buy only one, help me" and he smiled again.
I picked up his books. There was a book that was all about cars, about the history of cars, the manufacture and everything. I smiled again thinking boys will be boys. The next book was about disney characters i looked at him.
"I know what you are thinking but i love animated characters they are just so funny".
I replied "dont worry even i love them too".
"you are lying that cant be possible. you cant love cartoons. okay then who is this".
He shows me sulley from monsters inc and asks me to guess. I told him who he was, he rolled his eyes as though thinking that it was some easy guess he then showed me some more characters and asked me to guess again. I scored a full score in that little game of ours.
Then we got chatting about the music that was being played in the store.
"Nikhil!! Where are you baba"...
"Time for me to go i think i ll take the car book and when i do buy the big red car i ll take you in it my friend, by the way whats your name?"...
"Nishali" i said.
"Hey nice name i ll tell mom you helped me choose a book and that even beautiful women love cartoons too. If you were in my class you would have been my girlfriend. Bye bye" and that little 5yr old imp scampered away to his mother.
And i just could not stop smiling after that.
A cute guy who was sitting on the floor with a pile of books near him and flipping through the pages. I was amused and could not help but smile.
He was humming to the music being played in the store and at the same time reading the books he had on his lap. The choice of books gave me an impression that he was a smart guy.
He looked up at me and gave me the most beautiful smile ever. Those pearly whites and that angelic dimples just charmed me.
"Hello" he said.
I smiled, feeling too silly because i just could not stop staring at him. I asked him if he minded me sitting next to him while i search for the books in the rack near to him.
"yeah no problem, but you got to help me choose a book i have so many here i want all, but i can buy only one, help me" and he smiled again.
I picked up his books. There was a book that was all about cars, about the history of cars, the manufacture and everything. I smiled again thinking boys will be boys. The next book was about disney characters i looked at him.
"I know what you are thinking but i love animated characters they are just so funny".
I replied "dont worry even i love them too".
"you are lying that cant be possible. you cant love cartoons. okay then who is this".
He shows me sulley from monsters inc and asks me to guess. I told him who he was, he rolled his eyes as though thinking that it was some easy guess he then showed me some more characters and asked me to guess again. I scored a full score in that little game of ours.
Then we got chatting about the music that was being played in the store.
"Nikhil!! Where are you baba"...
"Time for me to go i think i ll take the car book and when i do buy the big red car i ll take you in it my friend, by the way whats your name?"...
"Nishali" i said.
"Hey nice name i ll tell mom you helped me choose a book and that even beautiful women love cartoons too. If you were in my class you would have been my girlfriend. Bye bye" and that little 5yr old imp scampered away to his mother.
And i just could not stop smiling after that.
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