Casual Thoughtfulness!

“Ouch!! That hurts… Am I that old! Do I really look like an Aunty! “ Well that’s the reaction of a very normal woman, surviving on the wrong side of twenty five, already dealing with the mid life crisis. Comes a stage in everyone’s life, when you are, irrespective of your age or profile, addressed as an Uncle or an Aunt. Sounds sophisticated and relatively adult! But on a very serious note, it purely cuts the heart when you hear that on yourself. Remember the notoriety of adolescence, when we deliberately called out such names to pass comments or laugh out loud. Well! It now strikes back, albeit turning tables. Honestly, those were milder days. People were sensible enough to accept and adore whatever the phase was. To that generation, which I slyly address as “The Sandwiched Generation”, was kind enough to overlook such tantrums and move on bigger issues of life. Haphazardly, ours "The Secondhand Generation” is never too keen about adjustments. We call ...

Many a times I tend to think about the number of emails my inbox can really hold. What would happen the day it goes beyond the limits and I start losing data? How would I survive such a discrepancy? I had once read somewhere, if we get rid of some of the un-used, random mails from our inbox, we can save the environment. Reason being, we would then need less storage devices in the virtual world. With technology strengthening its footings each day, we are now in the world of cloud computing and what not. We can simply play with all our data over the net, without needing to save it on our hard disks. So if we keep deleting the random stuff, we would save some storage space. This would indirectly lead to lesser power consumption, and hence the heat evolved, thereby controlling the temperature. This is one way to help save the planet. If we really look at our emails, text messages, and other such things, we are actually hooked on to them. We cannot delete them; we...

Annoyance - that’s the only emotion that I have felt so far in a really long time. How much does it cost to humans to show humanity? Does that really take the hell out of them to be a little more responsive, receptive and mindful? The double standards never cease to exist. I don’t remember any one I met recently with kind thought and no hidden treacherous notions.   A novice like me is obvious to suffer a cultural shock in a world like this. Honesty – never ever existed here. The malice in thoughts, in character, in actions, and even in relationships, always made its path to victory. I feel like a fool, being blindfolded, over and over again by the splendid aficionados. This might sound as if I have been looted or ransacked by an unreliable and apostate clan. Fortunately, nothing as such happened. But yes, lately, I feel devoid of enormous emotions and also feel unfit for possessing them. The world does not seem to be valuing them anymore. I see no hu...

Sooner or later you do begin to realize that marriage is not just a one-time affair. It is not what we see on the D-day. The word itself is an amalgamation of umpteen relations, and infinite thoughts that evolve daily. It is beyond what we really could understand without having lived it ourselves. Well I opted for the hobson’s choice with alacrity to grasp the whole concept. Pertaining to my sophomoric status, as much I could absorb so far is really a surprising tale. For the neophytes, I would suggest it is not the solution to your problems, insecurities, fears, heebie-jeebies, etc. An antithesis to what you may regards as happily ever after, marriage is merely a mind game. Each day brings about it’s own challenge and it’s own road to recovery. No two days are the same. If we sit down to find the coefficient of linear for a happy marriage, it would surely be null. The graph itself is sinusoidal. Ups and downs, more ups and more downs. You simply flow with ma...

Some shoddy marketers have successfully managed to change the meaning of love. It's true, it is now confined to hearts, a bunch of heart shaped chocolates, a very 'cheesy' heart shaped cake, red roses and a big teddy holding a red heart, and everything painted in red. Can some one please dump that stupid shape which some artist thought was a masterpiece? And that color red, it has some more meaning than being romantically triggering. What a tragic fall of an emotion which fabricated stories that made history and its characters, heroes. People of my clan would agree that an imprisoned image of love made us almost hate it. Love ought to spread irrespective of gender, geography and gab and not incarcerated inside a foxy box. You love your spouse, your kids, your dog, your parents, your job, you love that favorite pair of shoes, old college rags with n number of memories, you love blueberry cake, you love the city you were brought up in, you love the bar you got s...

Glory smiles on courage, wit climbs on intelligence, and success holds on hard work. Metaphorically, life ends in wedlock. There are a few sublimely romantic parties who enthusiastically sign-in this life long MoU; and there are some for whom the idea sends chills. Repetitive and cumbersome, how so complicated may be the procedure of finding your mate, it is still the most desired accomplishment. The normals, find it exciting, their optimism is motivating and they soon settle with the basic tick marks, looks, qualification, future security and the progeny of union. The breakthrough comes when the unusual thinkers decide not to put aside the only gift of god that they possess - the brains. This highly devastating tool causes the atrocity while keeping a low profile. Then rejections increase and the red rose and the mills & boons proposal sound cheeky. Marriage is not just about people, it is indeed the fornication of two minds that produces a thought that survives the je...

Deep inside when fear dawns on you, when darkness engulfs the subconscious and composure breaks into a million pieces, you are exposed to the ignoble mien alive in you. Seldom can anyone escape such ignominies when you are literally tied down as a victim of circumstance. Spirit swivels around in oxymoronic strands leaving behind nothing but inconsistency and lethargy. Lethargy, the root cause of that sudden dearth of cognitive self, strengthens the weakness within and worsens the spasm of failure. The pain is excruciating, rather self demolishing. The search of structure that existed begins. Seemingly clueless reasons of this alter ego are penetrating and unsparingly. Yet there is hope, there is light at the end of the tunnel. Just a mere change of attitude, a slight reinforcement of substance and the synergy of mind and soul can capitulate the satirical inertia. Not easy though, the manipulation of such an overhaul can leave its harrowing marks on the already pierced wisdom. Migh...