Office hour

While I sit in my (big) cabin (let me boast a bit!) in the office on the second day of my job, I feel like a working woman already (which is a great feeling by the way). Never had this excitement before, probably because previously I was heavily underpaid and the air was too casual. This place (my current office) has a friendly yet serious ambience; I like!

While I sit in my cabin I think of the pain I’ve to go through and the immense determination I need to wake up early. Waking up in the mornings will always remain problematic, more for others than me. But, I guess it is worth it; after all, I have my life’s later 20 years kept aside only for doing that and relaxing and holidaying and spa-ing and family-ing...

While I sit in my cabin, random thoughts run through my head; why do rich people get all the privileges, for example, free entry into clubs or free dinner or whatever when they can afford everything anyways, while those who need them the most are left unconsidered.

While I sit in my cabin, I think of what I would do after office hours; should I go to gym and crash after that or should I treat myself for being committed for ten months today =)

While I sit in my cabin, I dread where the world is going with gunshots-blasts echoing everywhere and terror becoming the latest trend. I had great confidence in my generation and with such ascertainment I used to argue with my elders that it was all because of their time, as less were educated and some were disturbed (due to religious or personal reasons), that the world was unsafe; but the youngsters these days, with their frustration (due to God knows what reason) enraging them, seek violence as the path to harmony. World has become even more unsafe and fearsome.

While I sit in my cabin, I miss a bunch of people who hold a special place in my life. I want to be with them. I can’t digest the fact that I am giving more importance to other things than my family; have the priorities changed? Has the witch spelled her cast on me already? This wasn’t me. I guess circumstances change people but it changed me a little too soon than I expected it to. Ah! Well, I’m gonna make up for it really soon =)

Alright, I better get to doing some serious work, ‘while I sit in my cabin’, haha.

Living a dream - only to be woken up

I don't wish I was Hillary and Bill Clinton's daughter, but I do wish my parents were Hillary and Bill Clinton. Life of President's daughter would be nowhere close to ordinary, how many ever efforts being made. I don't know whether Chelsea Clinton was smart enough or was it her dad's influence that got her into Stanford and Oxford but it is worth it, I would say.
Filthy stuff : a new dress for every occassion - people to wax your body and take care you look dead drop gorgeous - dirty sexy money to use as tissues, always at your disposal - helicopter, merely a mode of everyday transport - jobs waiting for a slight signal to suck you into stream - ...
Criticism exists as well, but again, one needs to see which size of the balance is heavier. If you're fine with no private life - no peaceful vacation - no activity that would go unnoticed - unfair public insult, then there's nothing more you need than being a Clinton.
I would say I'm much happier with my ordinary life, with my ordinary parents, with my ordinary rapports, yet there's a small part in me that wants to be the princess, or even better, the queen only to know if it is actually not worth it.

From hunters to prey

We have come a long way; from our ancestors eating on banana leaves to us using disposable plastic plates; from them using mashed up spiders for aching tooth (yes! It did happen) to us with the most latest technology, laser as such, to take the pain away; from the time when steam boats, ox-carts, wagons took weeks to cover a ‘small’ distance to today, when no corner of the world is ‘far’; from walking barefoot on path of cobblestone to running on treadmill with Nike shoes on.

Science has boomed to a great admeasurement; to a – dare be said – scary one.

Our life depends so much on technology that a day (an hour, rather) without it could cause us to panic. Imagine no escalators in malls/airports, no ATM machines, no hand phones or worst, no laptops! Life’s a handicap without these things, isn’t it?

Yes, science is advancing for our free lunch (supposedly) but relying completely on such facilities is another thing and that is where we are headed. That being said, I would not want to make my own life difficult by letting go of the aforementioned and many more privileges.

We see the danger, we see the future (where world would come to an end with one day of electricity cut; which again is likely to happen due to the rapid usage of resources), yet we refuse to succumb to it and continue to be ignorant. After all, ignorance IS bliss.

Don't worry about studies/exams/results...

...world's a mess anyway!

Absurd Judgment

I saw this girl in lounge day before yesterday. She looked very pretty to me. Wearing a lovely sweater, jeans with high heels, beautiful straight black hair let down, amazing complexion and skin. She did not look hot but yes, graceful. She studied in the lounge for more than 24 hours. Well, partial studies I guess because most of the time she was staring at her computer screen – laughing – and then typing something for a long time; either she had some problem or she feels hungry quite often because in every two minutes she would go out of the lounge and come back in 10.

In the morning, from my pantry, I saw her walk out of the new canteen wearing the same clothes and carrying her stuff (which means she was in lounge till morning).

Next day, again, while coming back from Nanyang Super Market, I saw her munching onto a bar of KitKat Chunky and cat-walking her way to the lounge. This time, she did not look graceful to me; though she was wearing another nice sweater, another pair of heels and her hair looked as gorgeous as they did the first time I saw her. This time she looked dumb.

Why? I don’t know.

Helpless Anger

They are giving the pups away and I can’t do anything about it; I can’t do anything for Mishti (and the pups) besides thinking of them all the time (which is not going to benefit anyone in anyway). It’s tough for parents as well but in one month it will be all over (pups would start to behave themselves) and then they would have more than a dog that they can keep carefree-ly and who will serve as guards!

Sigh! Then again, guess parents know best (of course, parents don’t seem to think Mishti is a parent yet).

News (yet again)

It landed as no bombshell upon me when I read about P. Selvakumar marrying a dog near Tamil Nadu, in the News today. Such beliefs have been around for hundreds of generations now. Number of incidents reported of course has been cut down in number but they still prevail.

Why do such human and non human marriages occur? Superstition? Well, in P. Selvakumar case, yes. His marrying a dog is an attempt to atone for stoning two other dogs to death 15 years ago - an act he believes cursed him (His limbs paralyzed and hearing in one ear was impaired). After all the medicines and treatments proved ineffective, he decided to go through with the wedding which was suggested by an astrologer. There was feast after the wedding; the dog was treated a bun!

His is one of the many such cases in the world. People in rural India get their baby daughters married to dogs and baby sons married to cats to ward off a bad omen.

Superstition is not only the only reason. Some people marry animals because they ‘fall in love’ with them. Dogs and cats are not the only targets; horse, dolphins, cows, snakes also are choices for a human’s spouse.

I can’t decide whether it’s more unfair to the human getting married or more dreadful to the non human, animals they are getting their knot tied to. It’s rather sad, that not only uneducated but also knowledgeable people sometimes agree to such act. Though no government in any country has yet recognized such marriage as legal, but there’s no law against it as well. Neither have I ever read about animal rights activists protesting such a horrendous deed (I hope that’s not true though).

Something to notice: No feedback, from the family of the person getting married to an animal or the person himself/herself, about the curse being faded or bad omen been ward off has been received.

It’s merely insane!