Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Being happy is a choice

I have often wondered, why people have to find fault with every little thing.

During a brilliant rendition of the folk dances of India where the music and dancers weaved magic, a set of people wanted to know why the ladies were wearing backless blouses.

While gobbling down a particularly delicious plate of dahi-wada in a cookery contest, a bunch of tasters dissed the chefs for not serving it just so.

Post an event put together by a set of volunteers with no prior experience at putting together something like it, some of the audience grumbled at having to sit for 15 minutes more than was scheduled.

One wonders why one does that... why does one overlook the happiness and beauty in a particular moment? Why would one rather look at a tiny fault when the whole is a magnificent amalgamation of life and joy?

Being petty is so easy, but it only leads to a disgruntled existence.
Be happy people. It is a conscious choice one makes.

Friday, January 30, 2015

From the human hovercraft. Not

Friday, January 09, 2015

laugh to live

Don’t laugh out loud
What’s that weird face?
Are you being sarcastic?
What is that you are wearing?
Farts and burps are not funny
Stop it, people are looking
Did you just snort?

There are many things in this world I am grateful for
But most of all, on the absolute top of my list
Are my people,
Who have the common sense
To see humour in little things
So the big things become simpler

Lighten up, light up
Watch the chip on your shoulder melt away
Religion, status, inclinations, borders exit
Where humour exists

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

One little change

I assume
You presume
and thus ends a beautiful relationship

I judge
You react
and thus ends a wonderful friendship

I argue
You defend
and thus ends a brilliant idea

The end would never be
If only
I heard
and you listened
I spoke
and you reasoned
without prejudice
without preconception
without bitterness

Stay open, stay happy.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Wiring change required

A friend posted a random video and as per form, I clicked on the link and watched it.
Another friend commented on it saying the video came across as vaguely weird to her, she was unable to express her thoughts in words and we had a discussion.

The video portrayed a woman walking down a busy lane post sunset. A bunch of well dressed, beer guzzling romeos follow her, eve teasing happens in full swing till she turns to one of the guys and freezes. The future molester/ rapist freezes and in a shocked tone of voice asks the other guys to stop and desist ... because she is his sister.

So the question is, does one stop eve teasing only because one has a mother or a sister or a wife at home?
Or does one stop eve teasing because it is just plain disrespectful to another human being?

A woman should be respected for being. Not for being someone's someone.

Major re-wiring of mentality is what we need.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Carrom Stories

I come from a large family. A family that believes in getting together at the drop of the hat and food, food invariably plays a large part in all our gatherings. But this, is not about eating, it is about that other very important ritual that unfortunately has ceased being as important.

Carrom was not just an indoor game for the Amoors. When we visited our grandparent’s home (which was every other weekend), it used to become a battle ground. Tactics were made, teams were decided and the air burnt blue with curses and victory cries. Pride was taken in polishing and cleaning the ‘Olympic sized board’. Lights were adjusted and fixed so there was adequate lighting but no shadows. Fans were placed at a strategic distance so the players did not get uncomfortable under the hot asbestos roof whilst making sure that the flow of wind did not play havoc with their aim. Food and water was supplied at regular intervals. Coin-boys and girls were chosen (the little ones who would pick any coin that fell on the floor, would help with powdering the board with the ‘finest quality boric powder’ and generally play fetch).

My youngest uncle was a much sought partner, because when he got hold of the striker, the opposition might as well go out for a stroll. He cleaned the board with finesse and cleared shots that looked near impossible. My other uncles, brother and appa were pretty good too. All in all, it is safe to say that we littlies never had a chance in hell in playing a full game when the elders were at it. Though just watching them play was an adrenaline rush. And sometimes, when we got lucky, we were taught tricks of the trade.

My appa had invested in a similarly large Carrom board at home. Every evening, a bunch of my brother’s friends would come in and play the game. It was a riotous affair. Sometimes appa and I would team up against my brother and amma and play for hours. Some of my happiest memories stem from those hours of Carrom.

Then one day, it all stopped. I have no clue why. We still have large noisy family gatherings, we still have my brother’s friends dropping by… but somehow, Carrom is not part of our lives anymore… and it makes me melancholic.

When we went for our annual vacation last month, Ankita got hooked to Carrom again. Sriram and Ankita and I played some games. It all just came back in a rush. The moods, the arguments, the sheer joy of playing a beloved game so long forgotten… and I know I want it for my girl and her cousins and friends. I want her to understand the intense joy of playing together as a family, as part of a team.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Do not think at me like that

I have come across so many men, good well educated men who would go out of their way to help a woman in need, who take good care of their girl friends, sisters, mother.... and yet, yet they do not think twice about discussing a woman's anatomy in the basest of ways, just because she is a celebrity or a complete stranger who "is dressed provocatively" or voices her thoughts or is "aggressive"...

Is it wrong to appreciate beauty? Absolutely not. 
But is it wrong to objectify it? You better believe it. And it is not appreciated. At all.

Dear men,
When you look at me
And discuss my anatomy
With friends, with yourself
I hurt.

It makes me want to cringe and cover
and shy away.

You may say you are educated
and respect women
But really, think
Be honest with yourself first
Weren't you the one
Who laughed at the juicy ball joke?
Did I ask for it?
Like a violator would justify it by saying
Maybe I deserved it because I wore a tight t-shirt
Maybe I deserve it all.

It is time to wake up
And understand
I am not just an object
I am a person just like you
Yes I have a beautiful body
But I have a mind too

Don't look at me
and see flesh.
Look at me
and see me.