September 18, 2011

Confessions of a 'High Maintenence' woman...


I don't need a plush apartment,
in Manhatten or Times Square...
But I need you to be beside me,
to remind me that you care...
to tell me you think I'm beautiful,
even when I'm old and fat...
And mean every word that's said,
I'm 'High Maintenence' like that.

I'm not crazy about diamonds,
no gifts you'd need to buy,
But I ask of trust and honesty,
and a promise that you'd never lie...
No Gucci, Versace or Armani,
nor Poodle or Persian cat...
only love that lasts forever,
I'm 'High maintenence' like that...

I ask not a Porsche or Ferrari,
nor demand a foreign twirl,
But I might sulk and pout and brood all day,
if you flirt with another girl...
I may not always tell you,
the reason I'm feeling ignored,
or I may throw a childish tantrum,
assuming you are bored...
Ask not any questions then,
just tell me you love me so,
hold me close and calm me down,
please know I'm feeling low...
There'd be days like these I guarantee,
when you'd stare and wonder at,
this cranky woman you thought you knew,
I'm 'High Maintenence' like that.

For I don't need your money and riches,
to keep me feeling proud...
I just need to be beside you,
in life's ever so maddening crowd...
For these memories are timeless,
and love, a priceless affair,
So lets keep it worth remembering,
and precious for both to share...
Some days, I'd be all understanding,
at times, I'd play the 'brat'...
So please handle me with utmost care,
I'm 'High Maintenence' like that.

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Writer's Note: This poem is purely triggered off by a conversation I had with a friend today morning.
I, on the other hand, need to have my Gucci, Prada, Burberry, Cadillac, and of course, needless to mention, all the attention, trust, patience and time in the world.
So please DO NOT fall in love with me!

September 15, 2011

Stereotyping...tsk tsk!!!

I was just idling away, engaging in pointless banter, when a friend directed me to this link here.
Now, my first reaction was triggered off by the title of the post 'An open letter to a Delhi boy'. So the feminist in me was ecstatic---here was another of those 'Dear John letter' (only one more public) as a form of brainless entertainment to my otherwise mundane and boring day, or so I thought.

It was only moments later, that I realised that this girl here was missing the entire point---the 'Delhi boy' had mysteriously gone missing from the post and some mindless-girl insecurities seemed to be creeping up instead, bit by bit.

As I continued reading the post, the excitement turned into a strange kinda repulsion.
Here was this Chennai-born-Delhi-based (or whatever..don't sue me if I'm wrong, I couldn't care less about her exact lineage) girl thrashing away and generalizing all Delhi guys under the sun, just because somewhere down the line, apparently one (or few) of them managed to create that impression.
And wait, it didn't stop there. In came the families, the religious festivals, the physical attributes, the music idols, and whatever little of the Punjabi clan that was remaining.
Hmmm...clearly this girl had a problem...and it seemed like a pretty serious one to me!!

What was weirder was the reactions this post triggered off--while some comments were plain deleted, the ones that were not, seemed to be treading on the same line of foul language and insane temperament.
How typical, isn't it--our long-since-passed-over-the-ages Indian mentality of 'You scratch my back,  and I will try and stab your intestines out'.?

What particularly put me off this so called self declared 'MADrassan' was her exceptionally rotten and wilted flowery language.
While she spoke about Punjabi's being highly incorrect in their Grammar and accent, she was not exactly a role model herself. In fact, I would rather spend time with a person who mixes up genders in language than be with a foul mouth who apparently has mixed up values (low enough to talk disrespectfully about someone's mother/family) instead.

Shahana might have managed to make some fairly accurate points there about the bias some north Indians seem to show against people in the south. But the way she has put them across is not just utterly childish but really foolish too, and that makes me think twice about the intellect and maturity she claims to have, as part of her South Indian lineage. (I'm not going to commit the stupid folly of stereotyping like THE Shahana here, because I personally think that she could very well be an exception---perhaps just like the Delhi 'Sadak Chhap' she has come across who has inspired her to write off the whole Punjabi community.

Hmmm...OK. Now I need to turn the table around for a while, because frankly I've been looking at every corner of it and am clearly not impressed with not just the 'diners' but the 'table' itself in all its entirity.

But to my surprise, this piece which should have made it to the thrash can, has made it to almost every single Facebook wall, google status and website (of course not exactly in the way, Shahana might have wanted it to..but like a friend rightly put it---'I guess even cheap publicity is publicity enough for some.'
We are happy for you, journalist girl!

However, I cannot help but wonder why you changed your display name to 'Broken Morning' and removed off your display pic minutes after this revolution that you managed to stir?
Was it a shocking life-changing surge of modesty, or an expected lack of guts...or wait a min, have you fled the country??
Surprise us, will you? Take responsibility for your words, and call a press conference. We live in cloud-cuckoo-land---we believe in change of hearts, you know, unlike your Texas-chain-saw-massacre attitude.

What kinda surprised me a little was that this uproar created by this Ms Never-heard-before-journalist-turned-blogger, managed to infuriate many a North Indians..and to some extent this 'Ms Shahana'  has succeeded in creating a wave of hatred in the minds of every Punjabi around.

Just one question to you---why?

Why do you care about something you know is not true?

I have stayed in Goa, almost all my life..and I do agree when people act all smart-ass and place you in a stereotyped bracket, it hurts..it infuriates..it angers. I have personally stopped myself from going and assaulting many a people for their bias---in much a "Forgive them, Lord..for they do not know what they are saying," kind of way.

I have heard Delhi'ites and Chennai'tes alike, those who have never even once visited this place, speak about Goa being this small town that time and technology forgot. And no amount of explaining can shake their vision of it being anything more than just the land of skimpily clad girls frolicking on beaches, cheap alcohol, Cocaine trade and Konkani slang.
All I'd say is 'As the bell clings, the fool thinks'.

Seriously, you people should learn from us Goans.
We allow people to think what they want to..to believe what they want to...
Why? because we couldn't care less!
If some pig headed tourist (be it a Northie or a Southie) believes that Goa is the 'Las Vegas' of India and wants to die boozing and doping around here, we allow him to. Because in heart of heart, we know that the truth is that Goa (like every other place/region/state) is made up of TWO diametrically opposite sides, and the one you choose to believe just shows us the one you favor to live with.
The definition of good, bad and ugly changes from person to person.

What I'm trying to drive home here, is that it does not depend on the region, religion or family lineage.
It depends on your mind set.
That is why we get to see journalists and other so called 'intellectual' people still stoop down and bad mouth when given a chance.
Speaking of mind set, this is not about taking sides..not at all.
In fact, later in the day, I was directed to another post by Chintan Gupta, a fellow blogger here, who decided to give the self-declared 'mad'rasan a piece of his upset mind.
And what did she do?? write an equally abusive post in an attempt to get even...sigh!

I am not surprised..no!
Disgusted? yes!

I must admit I might be all game for this battle of Gaali Galoch (though I'd still prefer wit and sarcasm any day..but if you insist too hard, I can slash you to pieces too), had this been a personal affair.
In fact, I am not someone who can take a foul word against me, without ripping the other person to shreds, be it physically or mentally.

But in matters like these, when the family values and self respect of the whole nation is at stake, dont you think it is better to stay level headed?

Coming to level-headedness, where exactly is the audience supposed to go, in these kinda debates?
the silent readers who are confused whom to side, since they have had no personal experience either ways? the staunch loyalists (of course for their part of the country only) who seek opportunities like these to voice their spineless and equally baseless opinions? and needless to forget, the trying-hard-to-stay-level-headed ones who are provoked to leave their brains behind and go straight for the kill...blindfolded!?

Well, there is an answer to everything---the Southies support the Southies, and the Northies, follow the Northies..simple, isn't it? NOT!!!

If the reader response is based on cultural divides and regional differences, then how short of a 'Jihaad' are you? Think about it.

This whole 'Uttar Dakshin' fiasco reminds me of a famous dialogue from a movie I'd watched not such a long time back
"Iss desh mein do bharat baste hai..." The only difference is, this time it's not about reservations.

In fact, it is an issue much more serious than that.

Stereotyping is for the weak, by the weak, and of the weak.
For heaven's sake, get over these petty differences.

It is high time we moved beyond the 'North' and 'South' of things...

September 14, 2011

Cyptic thoughts # 34

Sometimes, leaving someone alone is the best thing we can do to make them feel better.

Sometimes, no amount of concern or care can help heal a breaking heart.
Sometimes, no matter however much we try, some issues cannot be fixed.

Everyone needs some time on their own---time to recuperate, time to recover, time to introspect, to heal, to breathe...and nothing you do can speed up the proces for them.

Even the best of friendships are put to test under stressful situations, and no amount of 'wanting' to help actually helps.
Sometimes we just got to realise this and leave before we are told to leave.
We got to be around for those who matter, only when they want us to be around.

...because sometimes, only 'space' is therapy.

September 06, 2011

The 'Truth & dare' tag...


I was dared into taking up this tag, by a friend and fellow blogger.



And I thought, after all these years of being around, perhaps I owe my readers that much...

So go ahead---what would you like to know?

Now for the tagging part *evil laugh*
(The writer can choose to answer/ignore questions depending on his/her own choice.and both sides should remember to maintain the spirit of the game.)

Soooooooooo *rubbing hands with glee* I hereby tag---
---Blasphemous aesthete
---SUB
---Vyankatesh
---Mayank
---Priyadashini joyce
---Scribbling girl
---Pankaj verma
and last but not the least, whoever wants to take this up.

cheers! :)

September 04, 2011

Cryptic thoughts #33

Innocent faces sometimes prove out to be wearing the most treacherous masks.



Some people wear disguises to hide their pain and some to conceal their dark soul.
Either way, when the masks come off, I'm always left feeling a little 'less' alive.

If only these masquerade parties would come with a prior invite, instead of being an unexpected on-the-spot show that they normally are.
That way, at least I would have the option of not showing up to witness the event.

August 31, 2011

My best friend's birthday



GANPATI BAPPA MORYAAAA!!
MANGAL MURTI MORYAAAA!!


Here's wishing everyone a very happy Ganesh Chaturthi :)
May he shower his blessings on us today and always....

August 29, 2011

Mushy (m)adness...



Is it just me or is there someone else who finds this guy (the young artificial acting weirdo with the funny hairstyle) repulsively irritating?

I never thought I would hate a 'Cadbury' ad...but this one reeeeeeaally gets on my nerves...

There is something about that guy which just wants me to go and slap him in the face..Right from the disgusting love lust struck look in his eyes to the way he licks the chocolate off his fingers to the dumb expression on seeing the girl's dad, everything about him is super irritating.
and the girl, is not too far away either---she appears kinda mentally slow herself! :-|

Now if the 'father' dude had given his daughter an angry blood curdling look hinting that she should come home immediately followed by a 'You are grounded' sermon, for being seen around with a racoon like that, it would have been a tad bit more fun.

Anyhoo, just to prove that we are not cupid killers like that, let me point out to you this one another 'dairy milk' ad which we find really adorable---the couple as well as the theme..



So what's your type---the 'Dairy milk' or the 'Silk' romance?? ;)

August 24, 2011

Obsession


We people are a funny lot,
when left to our own device...
We each are ruled by some little quirk,
an addiction or a vice...

Some are obsessed with passion,
others with looks divine,
A lot with wealth and riches,
and some with food and wine...

There are those addicted to perfection,
to love-lorn discipline in life,
And those clumsy in their fashion,
albeit strung out on their wife...

And of course them--unrequited lovers,
who care not for loss nor gain...
Those poets and those writers,
who seem addicted to their pain...

There are narcissists and egotists,
each with an obsession alike...
Sadists and masochists,
hooked on to their psyche...

But we are mere players,
and obsession, the dirty game...
Blind to our own quirky whim,
why slander each other's name?

Why not be obsessed with equality,
with life sans terror and deep dread?
Why not be addicted to integrity
and world peace instead?

To ethics to moral character,
to honesty, truth and faith...
to change the wrong in society,
Make haste, it's not too late...

We indeed are much an obsessed lot,
left each to our own device...
So lets bunch up and in unity,
make a virtue from this vice!

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Prompt taken from One Single Impression, the topic being 'obsession' :)