I want to write a well-researched piece. Not just well researched, in terms of the body of the piece, but well researched in the depths of the language used. A piece where every word is loaded. Every word has meaning. Not just individually, but contributing to the piece and, may be beyond. Every phrase should be able to stand its own and fit into context. It should be mundane in its delivery but exciting in its reach.
The feeling of the sharp blades of grass on your feet, as you walk take in the beauty of the riverside. The lush green landscape peppered with a bullock or two and some coconut trees. The feeling that you get as you sit beside a coconut tree and a crab comes crawling near you. Continue reading “That Feeling…”
It’s a new year. The whole world rejoicing and welcoming the new year. But my feeling – INDIFFERENCE. It’s just another day. Men labelled the rotation and revolution of the earth as time and recorded the time taken for one oscillation and gave it a name. Why is the culmination of one revolution a cause for celebration? Why is it any more important than a rotation? Is it because it doesn’t happen as often as a rotation? What difference does it really make?
I’m like the Grinch to your Christmas, aren’t I? Well I understand the emotional need for man to celebrate, to let go and reasons to believe that his life has meaning. If that comes in forms of new year resolutions to keep and reminiscence of the bygones, then so be it. But I won’t be keeping any resolutions this new year’s, for I am now wiser. I’ve realised that resolutions can be kept at any point of time and I, for one, do not need to be bound by the whole “new year resolution” thing. If I make a promise, it’ll be because I want to and not because I have to. So no more new year resolutions.
As far as reminiscing old times and evaluating your life goes, I do it on a daily to once-in-two-days basis. So, I think I am covered on that front too.
But celebrations – I am all for. A night for friends and family to get together and have fun. That sounds like something that is worth looking forward to. Although, theoretically there is no need for a particular day for that, but practically, it takes a festival to reunite and rejoice. Hoping to have a lot more conversations over coffee and a wonderful time ahead.
So it’s raining cats and dogs here! My prayers have been answered! I feel jubilation and excitement, standing on the terrace doorway and just watching the heavens open up, holding a cup of hot coffee with my iPod plugged into my ears.
Just as I was marvelling at the beauty of the downpour, I had an epiphany. I thought of getting drenched. I ran down, kept my iPod and coffee mug, locked my room and ran upstairs and into the rain.
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Do you know what distinguishes the entire Indian subcontinent from the ‘western world’? Of course, apart from the fact that they are much more civilised, advanced, and developed. The one thing that I noticed about their way of living is their disrespect for the ground. You read right, disrespect.
Did you ever notice that they never sit on the ground? While we consider ‘Mother Earth’ to be divine and ‘pure’, they have absolutely nothing but resent for the terra firma. All our ‘holy’ ceremonies are conducted on the earth that we stand on. But the only response to a person sitting/laying/doing anything but standing on the floor from a ‘westerner’ is “Get you a** of the floor.”
We conduct marriages sitting down. Right from the birth of a child, his ‘naming ceremony’ (which is an utter waste of time, according to me, but more on that later), and all his rituals are conducted on the ground. While the westerners (I don’t know why I keep saying that, although the world is round, well an elliptical sphere, but still you get the idea), have their marriages/weddings in a church, wearing their Sunday best, not to mention standing up, we prefer doing it in front of a fire on the ground sitting down in our dhotis/mundus.
For them, sitting down automatically implies, on a chair. You ask an Indian to sit down, and he WILL sit DOWN! He will sit on the ground with crossed legs as if lunch is about to be served. The only time you’d ever find a European or an American do it is if they are practising yoga, which is India’s national exercise, apparently.
And don’t even get me started on the way the Indian sub-continent does do-do and wee-wee. But I can make my peace with that, since the Indian government doesn’t have enough funds to build a European-style toilet in every home. But to those who prefer to use the Indian method, which, by the way, is far less sanitary and highly ridiculous, I just want to ask this – WHY? Continue reading “‘SIT’ – ‘CON’dition”
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I’m in Kerala, right now, attending to the chores and rituals of the pre-wedding/pre-marital of my dear cousin. And it is because of this predisposition that I was away from my dear blog. But, the awesome guy that I am, I found just enough time in between the engagement and the wedding, and all the hazy hastiness that surrounds me, to come up with a post. So, kudos to me!
Now that I’ve praised myself, I can carry on with my post. This is a list of reasons why I hate wearing a ‘lungi’. Now, for those who are unaware of ‘the lungi’ (Scientific name = ‘mundu’), the lungi is a piece of cloth, usually cotton, 220×115 dimensions, and is worn around the waist like a skirt, minus the puffiness. In Kerala, lungis are open, in contrast to those in Bengal or Tamil Nadu, which are tube-like and one has to hop into them and then tighten them.
Now for the staple food of South India… Just Kidding. Enough with the geography class already!
Even though it seems like what a woman would wear for an underskirt, it really is manly. Apparently, the ‘madaki kuthu’ move conveys more emotions than classical dancers do. Anyways, the feminine aspect of wearing a skirt-like object is the least of my worries. Well, not the least, but still.
Reasons why I don’t like wearing lungi: Continue reading “The Lungi Conundrum”
It was a regular day in class. And when I say regular, I mean, boring. Staff coming in, saying stuff no one really gives a damn about, asking questions no one knows the answers to, scolding, advising, face-palming at the ignorance and alleged arrogance of the students and finally going back in utter dismay. Then, the next ‘teacher’ comes in and repeats the cycle.
But usually, we back benchers have something better to do with ourselves. We draw, we write, we create poetry, we craft out 3d cartoons, in-fact, the back-benchers of any class are supposed to be the creative bunch of the whole class. The fastest and the greatest minds are that of the back-benchers.
“The best brains of the nation may be found on the LAST BENCHES of the classroom”
-APJ Abdul Kalam