Withstanding Unbearable!!!

It’s been a whole since I wrote here. It is not that my passion for blogging is fading away. It is just that I couldn’t come up with any substance to write. I am striving to write this having nothing significant on mind. I can only think of jotting down things I can’t stand.

1) To be honest, I feel like pulling my hair apart when I come across complacent people who just wouldn’t care about what others capability. Okay, if you are smart in whatever way then keep it to yourself. Don’t brag just be humble.

2) Stop looking down upon people! Never stereotype saying ‘All girls are dumb, blonde or whatever’. I have come across enough people who say this and still eye girls! Respect girls for God’s sake and stop talking non sense!

3) Don’t misjudge somebody by their social networking profile. Don’t be the cause of some baseless rumors. If you do then you are making a fool out of yourself. Let people live at least on social network!

I am sure majority of the people can’t stand this. Whatever, there is no point in nagging when I don’t speak up. Not everything can be in favor of one and not everyday can be good.

Under Her Wing

It is eight at night, the time when the city lives under white street lights and incandescent vehicle lights. Hungry and angry souls on the way back home, honking at the traffic signal, people running after crowded buses; the city looks ridiculous from any dimension. Nothing seems interesting to a lost girl sitting in a corner of a bus. Her mind is haunted by memories to notice dispersing gloom or quarrelling women.

In a city far from home, striving through several odds, she could fake a smile. But today something was terribly wrong as eyes moved more than lips did. It was not any other exhausting day spending nine hours at work and two hours on road. There was more to pain, the pain had gone beyond the threshold. There was nobody she could cry to, no shoulder to rest her head or no words of warmth. To take her mind off growing sadness, she plugged in to listen to fm.

The famous RJ was blabbering about the discounts and contests in the mall. This didn’t seem to excite shopaholic who used to while away weekends in malls. That is where everything started, one random day, an arranged concert in a famous mall. She being an ardent fan of Pink Floyd immediately fell in love with the lovely sound of guitar. The story from there took several twists and turns. It was a story of ‘Fate is a Bastard.’

In the end all that matters is fame, money and not innocent emotions. This is an anybody’s story. There is no explanation for madness. In the end, everything is fair in love and war. Love goes with wind while memories haunt. Then you have people to preach, life is too short to live with regrets, everything happens for a reason etc.

Coincidence is such a bitch, never lets you forget no matter how hard you try. The song played in radio was ‘Wish you were here’, the same song which made her fall in love. Her sorrows met no ends. The bus arrived at next station, she made her way through the crowd and got down. It was raining but she didn’t want to open her umbrella for she wanted her tears to get lost with the rain. The city’s thirst was quenched but the poor girl wanted to be with her mother. She thought “Mom if you were here, I would hug you and be under your wing.”

Highway to Hell

I tweet and blog to vent my frustration. I have never blogged about my life. I think who the hell bothers to know what’s happening in other’s life! This is my 8^th month in Chennai. It ain’t impossible to stay here. I am still sane! (What if I have lost weight I am still fair! )

When I was about to give up constant whining, my PG owner decided to increase the rent to frigging 7.5k. 7.5k for the so called luxuries like rats in room, lizards on wall, cockroaches in cupboards and flies on food. If you are a glutton and the very sight of Idli and Dosa makes your mouth water , then my PG is the heaven for you. That’s enough about my PG, I now prefer less luxurious place! I don’t want to have a royal life spending one third of my salary on almost nothing.

I thought this was it. I have a record of changing four places in less than four months. Change is a chain reaction. I now contemplate fifth change. I wish I could easily Ctrl+F a place and Shift there as soon as possible. I wish all my miseries get replaced with happiness.

It is monsoons in Mangalore and like always it is summer in Chennai! This reminds me of an old song. We have joy, we have fun, we have seasons in the sun. But in Chennai, you have only sun! This post is for all the people in Chennai . You are tough as long as you can withstand heat, dust, reek, push people and make space for yourself in the bus. As I am writing this post, Highway to Hell popped up from my playlist and here is the apt title!

Welcome to the Land of Idli and Dosa

Any South Indian is either an Idli person or a Dosa person. This reminds me of an old joke that my friend once said about her brother’s friend in Chennai. “After Idli, I am the fairest thing here!” I am used to Chennai heat and reek. Now when I go home(Mangalore), I can’t stay without an AC. People from Chennai should be forever grateful to whoever invented AC.

In this post, I want to cover specialties of this traditional metro. If you are from North, I bet you will cry over your misfortune. If you are a South Indian from place other than Chennai  then you would whine but gradually you would get used to the place. (It doesn’t make a difference to North Indians who think all South Indians are Madrasis) No place is heaven or hell. It’s all in people to make it what they want.

Somehow you make up your mind to go challenge fury of Sun and you set out. The first thing is you see is spilled garbage. God, how much can Government alone do other than providing enough dustbins? I don’t think I will growl about this if I stay here some more months. Another point is restaurants here serve Idli and Dosa 24X7. People here have Pongal for breakfast and Idli/Dosa for dinner. (So called Night Tiffin, again a South Indian contribution to the dictionary) A week ago, Dosa was my three important meals of the day!

One Friday as I picked up my Night Tiffin, I saw a girl in a Blue Saree with over a million golden beads. OMG, it reminded me of an old Bollywood song where Amitabh dances with thousand bulbs costume. What a Thousand Watts Smile! Chennai is known for silk, gold and Idli/Dosa. There’s a street in TNagar with big saree and jewelry shops. Needless to say, the place is always crowded!

People here would not know Rakhi Sawant or Karan Johar but they can crack  jokes on Vijay. Whatever it is, no place or nobody is perfect. Our intellect is low because of our ignorance. We have never protested against a lot of meaningless system. We are living in denial becoming dumb citizens of the country. It is time we understood our values.

Please do your best to keep your city clean. Please make it a point to understand what’s happening around!

Whatever Happened to What’s Next!

All the free time in the world has made me totally blank. I now wonder rather ponder about my plans which are now freely floating. My mind goes back to day before yesterday, a random conversation where I felt people think “Marriage is Everything” for a girl. God, is this really 21st century? Well, I would not like to write more about goddamn marriage or goddamn career. Marriage and career are the paths that never converge still both require a really great planning.

This reminds me of those nothing to days at cafeteria. That’s the place where I spent most of my time talking and thinking about “What’s Next” I can’t study further very well knowing where I stand in management or technology. It’s not in me to go sleepless for months and prepare for a bigass entrance. I can’t stay in a fantasy world drooling over some n digit salary and a high class life. I can’t be content with bookish knowledge and hell loads of assignments. What knowledge one gets in these really awesome appearing colleges is something one can attain over time. All that matters is a degree, finally just a piece of paper! I can still hear myself telling a friend, “You don’t want to study further but you have defined a goal and I am sure you will work towards it!” I dreamed of a startup and gave up when I met reality.

My love for technology will someday defeat laziness and I wait for this day to come. For those people who think there is “just one way out”, ignorance is as bad as illiteracy! Being goalless is about exploring options and challenging oneself.

Conclusion: Confusion is good and creativity is at its best only when the mind is confused!

My New Goal:  To acquire “the needed” knowledge and to remain confused!