Leap of Faith...

Our generation has one big problem. We seek proof for everything. We want to see it work, written in stone, solid, for real before we believe it. We refuse to take anyone’s word for it especially if that anyone seems to be from a previous generation. And that’s f****d up.

We got to realize that there are somethings in life that we will never be able to prove. Waiting for the answers and the confirmations will only be a waste of time and will only make us more miserable than we already are. If we accepted this for a fact, life would be that much easier for the all of us.

Sometimes, you just got to take that leap of faith. You just got to say your prayers and jump in. Not keep asking questions and wait for concrete answers. Because these answers are only imaginary figments in our heads. They aren’t really existing anywhere. We just have to take that step and do that thing.

Or someday we are going to wake up old and helpless and realize that we have still only the questions and no real answers and by then it’ll probably be too late. And life’s really not worth that kind of sh**.

... and we're back!

Since I last blogged. LTTE got ousted. Venkataraman Ramakrishnan won the nobel for chemistry. Obama won Nobel peace prize. sachin completed 20 years in cricket. Tiger Wood became the most searched athlete. Susan Boyle made it big. Amir Khan made the highest grossing movie of all time. The 15th Lok Sabha elections were held. IPC Section 377 was scrapped. Jaswant got into trouble because of Jinnah. MJ died. The seeds of Telagana were sown. David Headly became David Headline. Amithabh Bachchan played a boy's role. SRK got questioned at the Newark Airport. Rakhi Sawant tried getting married. Rani mukherjee tried getting a makeover. Failed miserably. Bandra Worli Sea link. The first Nanos on road. Rehman won the Grammy. Shiny Ahuja went to jail. Facebook overtook Orkut. Twitter overtook Facebook. Google Wave was launched. iPad was revealed. Avatar broke all records. Shilpa Shetty got married. Pigs infected humans. The climate continues to get hotter. India became the No. 1 Test Team. India went to the moon.

Passed out of B School. Finished second in the batch. Got a job. Moved to a new city. Learnt to read Kannada. And speak it. Joined the gym. Doesn't show. Paid my first tax. Learnt to ride the bike. Visited a new country.

200 days...

... to a quarter century...

Little Wild One...

"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free till they find someone just as wild to run with them." - Sex in the City

Dance...

…is as much about the face as it is about the body. I love watching people whose faces echo the emotion of the song when they dance. I can’t even begin to imagine the level of understanding of the song the dancer has to have to pull it off. It no longer remains just about keeping up with the tempo and the beats but transcends into understanding the words, truly feeling each of them as you move to the tune. Sometimes there’s more joy in watching just the face of the dancer rather than concentrating on the thumka.

Chick Flicks and reflections on Reality…

Contrary to the opinion I held but a few days ago, chick flicks are total losers. Far from being “feel good”, they leave you feeling sick! Frame after sappy frame they prove to you that the life you lead is not all how you wished it could be. There are no serendipities and book store rivalries in your life. Nor are you the lost princess of Genovia (wherever the *@#$ that is!) or the blonde law student with straight A’s in fashion.

But where these chick flicks turn out to be the biggest liars of all times is when it comes to men. I mean, how, HOW ON EARTH do they manage to get the man right every time?? How are they always the hot, Adonis lookalikes with the intelligence of Einstein and the sensitivity of I-dunno-whoever-the-most-sensitive-man-in-Greek-mythology-is? Where are all these men in Reality? Please pretty please would you leave me your number as a comment if you are out there?!

And that brings us to the issue of whether cinema is a reflection of reality or an escape from it. But I’m running out of patience to write so I’ll leave that discussion to the media theorists and the likes. But in my humble opinion, I think its Reality that is a bitch. Sigh…

P.S. As an after thought, I think, chick flicks rock if taken with a jar full of salt.

Escaping the Nerd Trap

I must admit, my recent employment with a radio broadcasting company has put my parents in a bit of a quandary. Coming from a family that binges on engineering and more engineering, they are really perplexed as to how they can explain their daughter’s career move to discerning relatives.

Well, the fact of the matter is, I am (was) also an engineer. Till I decided to break free from the nerd trap and come to MICA. For those who don’t know, MICA is a quaint little “C-School” (C for Communications) based out of Ahmedabad that has quite the reputation for being a place for “non conformists” of sorts.

Two years ago, my parents had to deal with the trauma of explaining MICA to people. Now, I have done it again! How do you explain to your bewildered aunt what your daughter is doing working with a radio station after completing FOUR years of engineering (in the much coveted Computer Science, mind you) and two years of MBA (Post Graduate Diploma in Management (Communications), to be precise)? How do you explain what a “Content Planner” does to an uncle who has no idea what a software engineer does either but is perfectly at home with the term nonetheless?

Looks like I have finally escaped the nerd trap. For good.


PS: I still don’t know why I did engineering. Thank god my potential employers did not ask me the much dreaded question “Why engineering?”

I don’t know, really!!

Quote Unquote...

Of late I have noticed that whenever I talk about love, I always tend to put the word within quotes.

“Love”

I find it rather amusing especially since I used to be a firm believer of the whole true love, the perfect one, someone somewhere out there sequence.

May be I still am.

It’s not that I have lost faith in “love”. God knows I need and believe in all the love that the world has to give me. But it’s just that, I think that “love” has very high ideals for itself. There is some sort of vague perfection that the word seems to demand.

I “love” you.

There’s so much expectation in that sentence. I don’t think I can ever “love” anyone in a way that the sentence seems to command me to love. Sometimes, I fear using the sentence. What if I can’t love one like that?

There is this weird pessimism I feel for “love”. I think I have seen too many break ups in my life that I have ceased to believe in the whole concept of true love and all that. Sometimes I wonder if “love” is just something we fool ourselves into believing so that the world can procreate in peace. Scary.