True Blood

Note: The following post is not about the television series by the same name.
Note again: It is strictly based on certain life experiences; any co incidence with the reader’s experiences is always open to discussion post reading.

Blood is thicker than water. Duh. Spank the guy who said that. I will trust sayings and proverbs only when I experience what is said. This means the above quoted words will never get into my head. Money is heavier than blood and water, you see.
Family. What does this mean? Or rather, what is it meant for? It’s the values you stand by, for the people you stand for. Blood and genes unite us all, and there is some source for a life time for every thing you depend upon. Emotions. Love. Happiness and sorrow. Peace of mind. Faith. Trust. And finally, the driving force of all our lives, hope. Friends are around for these too, I cannot deny that, but its always special when blood gets you that. Festivals arrive in their true spirit, celebrations and get togethers are always special with “Family”. Now, when some one doesn’t get to experience all this, it ends up in a post like this one:( Its absolutely not a personal fault, for missing out on some special moments as these. And I don’t ask God (?) the customary “Why me?” either. I just say, “Hope so, some time soon”:) And I also thank destiny (The strongest force in life) for the wonderful people in my life, for giving me moments I might have missed out otherwise. These wonderful people have given me enough of every thing in life, and I hope it doesn’t stop. Now, I would call each of them, “My Family”, although blood doesn’t unite us, for friends would be an undermining term for all that they are to me 

P.S: Hope so, some time soon:)

Where are we heading?

Pre script: Analysis of the write up right underneath might cause differences of opinion, for which the author (:P) doesn’t hold responsibility.

Am I staying back, or are the people around me moving ahead? There are a dozen stories each day into my ears on ‘first experience’ with drinks, and so on. There are people who take a whiff (I hope you get it) that apparently blows their worries away. I still wonder if that can be replaced by better options. Partying. Pubs. The discotheque. Noise. All to forget worries and distress. De-stress mantras in times of distress. It still keeps me wondering. Why? And why do we need them? Are we so stressed out, that we are burdening all the world’s worries on our shoulders? Are we planning conspiracies on aliens that we go in for the so called de stressers when we feel saturated?

If I were to blame any thing for what’s happening, I would point it right to the face in the mirror. We shut ourselves in cabins, scurry behind money, yearn for luxury than comfort, ‘socialise’ strictly through online sources and pack tight schedules. The mobile phone is competing with Oxygen, and computers with water, in our priority list. And then we end up saying we feel lonely, left out, vexed, and freaked out and so on. And end up depending on the just said sources. Chemical substances that apparently ease our minds better than people.

How many of us just smile at our random acquaintances? How many of us have had those long talks and walks with our pals? When there is a deep inner strength within (I am not preaching), when what lies within matters and makes sense, why depend on some thing external or synthetic for emotional strength, and what’s the point living one’s age.

Let’s live wise.

P.S. Refer Pre script. :P

Its all numbered

Duh. Its such a quantified world. The place around is obsessed with numbers, positions, marks (Sigh), percentages, scores, runs, goals and so on and so forth. Some people fail to see beyond the scales. A performance is not analyzed, instead it is assessed. Why is the world around such a numbered place? If some one stands first, it simply doesn’t mean that he or she stands above the rest. It just means he or she has done some thing slightly better, but just for that moment.
Life is all a matter of moments. If the moment is yours, then you get into the 1 2 3 thing. And each person has his or her own share of moments too. Its about how well you handle your moments in life, and how much you mature with each experience. Its not about victory or loss, instead about experience. Only an experience can make you more more human, and not quantifying things. A complete human being is one who can handle both victory and loss with equal ease and effort. So, better not bother about who says what on your performance, or who pictures what about you; instead compete with yourself, make more and newer mistakes, and learn more.

P.S. : Some constructive criticism, please. 

Be your judge

Some time ago, I had a very interesting conversation with an acquaintance and it made me think- why is the world around judgmental?

The first meeting with a person makes umpteen questions cross our mind- and judging begins from the moment conversation strikes. Apart from the rebuttal, a lot goes into noticing every detail, spare the judging and the analysis after he or she takes leave. Some look into the life style too, and further, worse turns arrive. Probably, we are getting too nosey as human beings, and too bothered into what is with the other person. When the victim seems to do better at certain aspects, there is the fault finding session. Did some one tell us that we as human beings are a perfect lot??

A life style is what each one has the right to choose. Judging people by the kind of music they listen to, or the kind of books they read, or the kind of people they associate with, is down right stupid. A person’s values need not reflect in his or her tastes, or in his or her opinions, or the choices. We must learn to accept people, rather than assess them. At the end of the day, what matters is the people in one’s life, not the kind of people, or their choices.

Life is a wonderful path laid in front of each one of us. Whether we choose to walk, follow, run, skip, hop, jump or sprint is in our hands. It is better not to waste time looking into what the other person does and how, but it’s good to do it along side some one.

P. S.: Sorry if the write up was bad. L

I- Me- Myself

This post is put into words through a human process, with (strictly) no intentions.

‘Self’ seems to be a very irking concept these days. Poor beings fail to differentiate between being oneself, and being obsessed with oneself. In a social gathering, one gets to notice a bunch of such a kind everywhere. There is the self made compulsive nerd in a class room, the over reacting enthusiastic employee, and so on. Its high time these creatures realized that other beings exist, and are equally worthy too. This bunch of muggles just wants to get noticed, and get attention too. It’s the worst thing ever when that nerd kid gets more than what it deserves, curbing the rest of their shares too. There are days when your fingers just go like that, trying to just hold your Nerdy back, but you know you can’t do any thing about it, and just have to keep mum.

So whats with this whole ‘self’ thing? Up bringing might be the reason, I tell myself and chill. How do such thoughts or self made assumptions creep into an almost similar structured human brain? Putting deep thinking aside, let’s get to the point. Its part up bringing and part self made assumptions. It would be really high time such self obsessed gits got one big ting-ting on their heads so as to open their eyes wide, and realize that the others existed too. And by the time that time came about, there would be another bunch of losers giving another head ache. Duh. Human beings. J

Kya Kama(a)l Hai!!

So here are a few words for the unsung hero of Cinema, the man who can make one just drop a jaw in awe for a professional cinema lover, and so on and so forth—Kamal Hassan.

Kamal is no star, I repeat, Kamal is no star. He is an actor, a seasoned actor, who doesn’t give a damn to what his ‘contemporaries’ do- market oneself or endorse a brand. Never would one have noticed him in a commercial advertisement for a product; and if my memory is to be trusted, it’s just for causes that he stands by. His fan clubs have been made as welfare clubs, he doesn’t flaunt his brand new automobile, nay his filthy expensive mobile phone. Each of his expressions is a reason to celebrate. He goes to the extent of tweezing each tiny muscle of his face to show what he means. His eyes can emote poetry. And I am writing no romantic story here!

Kamal is one thorough pro. He can essay any role with ease- be it the sharp n sensible police officer in Vettaiyadu Vilaiyadu, or the devoted tiny tot in Kalathur Kannamma, or the philosophical man in Anbe Sivam, the list is endless. Each and every movie of his only leaves your jaws wider apart. And whats more, he can croon, he can take a jig, move his body as though made of rubber, and what not.

All of us always expect some thing at the end of the day for what we do. Even if we hate to admit it, we do it. That way, for this man, I don’t know what will be enough. I might sound exaggerating due to the fact that I am a fan of him, and sorry for that.

P.S: My first attempt at writing on a celebrity, so sorry if my writing let you down. Wish me better luck next time, please.

How deep?

A colleague of mine had recently gone in for a ‘Hair Iron’. (??!!). God! All that I thought was ‘Iron’ was a term associated with setting right creases in cotton fabrics. And now, it is about doing that to your keratin-melanin strands. I am just hoping that God doesn’t end up weeping for this. Eye brow pruning is like the order of the day. I would be termed a misfit to those who are into it. A pair of short hairs to prevent sweat into your eyes are being tweezed and clipped and what not. Will this even matter when it comes what all one means as a person and what life means, at the outset? Why is there an obsession with looks? Does the human race need it? And a few of them call it ‘grooming’. This quest for that much ‘groomed’ look makes one at times end up like a plastic doll. A face that is the very index of human emotions ends up looking like a painting on the wall. And thanks to media, ‘stars’ are on a roll for their fake looks. They would do better business if they replaced the statues at Tussauds. 

Some people take immense pleasure in flaunting their ‘looks’. And some seriously have a problem in complimenting another person. Probably I am seeing more of this as I am amidst people who tend to be self obsessed and image conscious at a certain age; or because I am not like them. Life is a multi faceted four lettered word. It stands for the virtues and principles one upholds. And hopefully not for the iron and wash that goes into it.  I only hope there will be a change in mentality among such people, and they will start seeing the world with a better conception of things. And they say that beauty is skin deep. If people could give a second thought, there would be enough conservation of energy, time and money.