Love thy life.

So on a random webpage today, I saw an ad that had a video and it said 'Hover for audio'. And I did. And this may sound juvenile but I was struck by it's awesome-ness. Now I'm hardly what you'd call a tech-freak. And to be honest I have neither ability nor interest in all of that. But the idea of moving your mouse pointer to a specific place to activate audio is so, SO cool. And I'm not sure how hard that is to do, but it still seems quite fantastic. 

That got me to think about how our lifestyle is full of these amazing things that we don't necessarily appreciate.Now I don't want to start on the whole be-thankful-for-all-that-you-have and the world-is-such-a-beautiful-place sermon, but it's kinda sad that we humans get accustomed to things so very easily. At one point of time motion sensor games had me awe-struck: now I'm just like, haan, khud se move hoti hai, what so great types. And well, as much as I don't want to use this phrase, we take it for granted. I'd love to be able to feel the initial excitement that I did when such stuff just started. I mean even  the fact that I didn't have to use inkpots and fill my fountain pen everyday because ink cartridges became available used to make me happy. 

So I think we should - when we're bored, at least - look at the everyday things we use and observe how it's made our lives so much more convenient. Like typing here instead of writing a journal, which is such a pain. And ctrl+F, which I hope can somehow be incorporated in every place I go to, like my room, my drawers, a tiny store in a maze of shops, and even real books. 

So let me go think about the many uses of plastic now.

Ahh ...

"I hereby declare that the answers written above are true to the best of my & my friend's knowledge & I claim no responsibility whatsoever for any mistakes. Whatever I have written is truly fictitious & any resemblance with the subject matter is purely coincidental."
This is what I did in today's paper. No kidding. This question came straight from an illustration for a particular section, and I got confused. And the dude sitting next to me, smart guy, but he got confused too. Life is easy, I go mess it up. The professor had told us to read the illustrations 'very' carefully, but who can follow such simple instructions? :P

So now I'm listening to Shine on you crazy diamond, whereas I should subject myself to ... I don't know, I just kissed a girl, I guess ...

To Say or Not to Say ...

Hello, yo!
It's a bright, warm morning; nice enough to get me into BlOgG3r mode.

You know those times, when some incidents happen, and leave you feeling weird. You think you've dealt with it fine enough, and then some little things happen, and kick that raw nerve, and you realise you haven't really pushed it under the carpet all fine. And the worst part is, that you want to tell someone how you're feeling, but you can't really tell someone without telling them what happened, and you do not want to tell anyone what happened. So it's a vicious little circle, if I may. So obviously, you do the whole 'woman of substance' thingie and 'draw upon your inner resources' and kick the problem in the face. And pray that teeny-weeny remembrances don't break the wall. Sigh .. how we make up problems of our own ...

Sometimes I wonder why humans do half the things that they do: I seriously suspect a very strong, though latent element of masochism in all of us. It's true. We love; people, cities, pets, anything, when we know for a fact that it isn't going to stay, the people will disappoint, as a rule, the cities we'll leave and the pets, well, will die. I know - Streisand says in The Mirror has Two Faces that we love because while it lasts it's the best damn thing, but the question remains - why. We trust, again knowing that it won't be held always unless you're one of those types who trust with naivete. Again, I'm calling that trust naive, when indeed my point is that all trust is naive. SO we love hurting ourselves. The worst part is, that when people who refuse to love and trust are called heartless, and the ability to indulge in the above-mentioned activities is called being human and all that crap. Logic has died an undeserved death.

I Wish the Bubbles on my Screen-saver were Real

I wish the bubbles on my screen-saver were real

I wish the tears in my heart would dry

I want to have a good, bad fight right now

I want to have a good long cry.

I wish the world would right itself

I wish there were stores selling sensitivity, and feeling

So everyone could have a bit of them

I wish people weren’t poor. I wish I could wish away all deprivation.

I wish life was all that happy, and people all that good.

I wish everyone would wish for all that I wish, so it might just come true

I wish the bubbles on my screen saver were real.

Disillusionment (I)

Today I saw another Delhi

I saw a Delhi semi-urban semi-rural

A Delhi that doesn't show the grandiose of a metro

I saw a place with narrow roads

I saw a place where houses still have hand-pumps outside

I saw a place where women still wash the porch themselves

I saw a place where men in vests still lounge around outside the house
Sitting on charpais
Squatting flies

I saw a place where little boys in torn shorts play on the road with marbles
While the little girls sit inside

A place where they educate their daughters just so they can get a better groom

A place where they may not have heard of fancy words like 'biotechnology' or 'USB drive'

A place where the woman is still expected to be subservient and obedient

I saw a place where boys our age sit in dilapidated rooms playing carrom.

I saw roofs of tin
Breathed the smoke of stoves

I saw the walls of mud
Felt the apathy of their minds.

Unfortunately, I saw the real India.