Tuesday, 21 October 2008

And the world must know

 that the name of my sister's college principal is Freddie Mercury. 

Monday, 20 October 2008

Nice things happen to the wrong people. Sniff.


Typical email from NK to BCC'd list finds itself at the top of my inbox this morning. It read : 

Subject: My latest acquisition-- my pups!

Hi,

please find attached the zipped folder containing the pictures of my two little pups. I have in addition to these two another lab which is evidently not in the pictures. The Bassett hound is named Vito, the lab in the pic is called Max, and the other lab is called Nero.

Kindly revert for further clarifications.

NK.






I wonder if lawyers should be sent to letter-writing schools.


Wednesday, 8 October 2008

Conversation with dad:


Me: Pa, I'm going to marry whoever I want.

Him: I've got to see him first.

Me: No one's ever going to be good enough to you, you'll have a problem with everyone.

Him: Yes.

Me: Why is that?

Him: Because no one is good enough.

Me: ???!

Tough love is an oxymoron

I've come to realise that it becomes increasingly difficult, as time passes, to unlove anyone. I mean, that's just it. No matter how you try you cannot unlove anyone or anything. How absolutely deliberate of God, seriously. Like a hundred year sentence isn't long enough.


I was looking at last year's People-I've-got-to-kill-before-I-die list this morning, and couldn't help but think - really, I mean they weren't all THAT bad. The thing is, at some point, I think you just give yourself time to heal and the things that hurt so bad once don't hurt quite as much now. So, there. I sat striking all their names one by one: forgiving Miss.M for making me kneel in the hallway after prep, forgiving the Buffoon for being my worst nightmare throughout school, forgiving the Jackass for still being who he is, forgiving that girl-next-door who lied to me. Forgiving. Forgiving. Forgiving. That's all I did all morning, until 1 pm. Because at the stroke of 1, I reached the one name that I could not get myself to cross - NK. Could I really forgive him? 

We clearly don't feel a thing for each other - or so we have believed for the past years. Yet, why would two people so insanely different, who get to see each other just once every year, who fight so often, who are headstrong and stubborn, and who have their futures all 'sorted out' still accommodate the other person in their lives? I don't know the answer, and I'd leave it upto you to figure it out.

And  forgiveness. Wouldn't forgiveness erase all the bitterness in a second? Then why was it so hard to strike his name out from the list?

possible reasons could be:

1) that he cheated me.

2) that he was so close to me, and he still lied. About her, about his feelings for her, and about what he felt for me. So, back to point no.1.

3) the worst part is that he still means alot to me. As a friend, and as a confidante. And back again to point no. 1. 

 How extraordinary we were - two people who cannot sort their differences out then and there, and who keep a thing going on for years together, brimming with unfinished sentences, unfinished arguments, and worst of all unfinished conversations. It's like - there's always something but there's nothing. And then to make it worse, going around attaching meanings to alot of nothing; like ignoring phone calls, never replying to emails, and being perennially busy. How silly of me. Of course, I should've known. 

But, probably this is why there are times when you can love a person so much and hate them with equal measure. Or you can hate a person simply because you like them so much. Maybe this is why we could never unlove people entirely too. Maybe this is also why it is so hard to forgive them. They mess up your life in ways that you could never repair it, yet they fill spaces that were empty with their presence. I thought about it for a long while, and realised that I couldn't score out his name as yet. I am not ready enough. Not now. If unconditional love is the only way forgiveness is possible, and hatred the price I will pay for it, I don't think I'm ready for the bargain.

This post is something I never thought I'd write. But as Pitseleh says, a therapist costs money, a blog doesn't.


Friday, 3 October 2008

Is there a new word for (dis)tasteful?


A man carrying a Burberry umbrella worth 200$?


 A baby wearing a Fendi bib worth 100$?

Does this remind us of over-exploitation or the underbelly of India? In fact, this reminded me of a few  other photos that Vogue carried earlier.


inspired by the horror of Abu Ghraib prisoners? 



and this?

apparently they were inspired from..



Please, someone get them new talent. Or at least some grey matter.

(Source for pictures: printculture, Michelle Malkin, Huffington, and NYtimes)



Changing times, old clothes and new habits.

Pardon my absence, but I am currently walking the plank, blindfolded, and I know there are a whole lotta sharks waiting to feast on me. In fact, I'm just waiting to be pushed forward.


After three day trips to Bangalore, meeting up with childhood friends who've changed, crazy job interviews and trying to convince mum and dad that I've grown up, I'm exhausted. Not because of the travel, but because of the change. It's so hard to get accustomed to. Now, I've got to shop for 'work clothes', and neat purses, and tidy my hair up to look 'suitable for work'. Depressing isn't the word, I tell you. The world seemed so much nicer when we were in college. No worrying about bills, or taxes, or late night shifts. No worrying about travelling, or fuel, or whether I could just get a day off. 

I'll probably be pushed off to swim with the sharks soon. If there's anything that could offer me comfort right now, I think it'd just be a week of sleep. Or maybe, something more comfortable, like a coma.