Falling in love...
I think the experience has been so publicized and romanticized by everything from poems to movies to novels to endless discussions that we often forget or never realise that falling in love is something so... full of freedom.
I don't mean falling in love sets you free. I mean falling in love itself defies any fetters and is open to everything. Why is falling in love immediately associated with a member of the opposite (or same) sex? Admitted, it's also often the case that we say "I fell in love with that song/painting/poem!" But I believe falling in love can go even beyond that--you can fall in love with a moment or a person in a particular moment, after which you may not be in love with them. You can fall in love with a certain emotion or a particular piece of stone or... anything! You can fall in love with a person who may or may not even exist, as in the case of this poem (which I've fallen in love with.)
And that moment is as beautiful and memorable as falling in love with a person is. Every time you recall the moment, you feel the warmth and the sheer thrill all over again. Would it be too weird if I said that there is a certain almost... sexual satisfaction in it? The moment doesn't happen a lot but it does take your breath away when it does, cliche as that sounds!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Why so serious?
It's now that time of the year when I spread some cheer... In the following blog entry, I will radiate optimism and goodwill, enough to put Murphy to shame. So here we go... stuff people won't tell you but I, your best friend, cheerfully reveal... Enjoy!
The fact is:
That thing you’re waiting for so desperately? It’s never going to happen. And even if it does, it’ll never be as great as you imagined it would be.
At the end of the day, everyone is a loser. You might feel good, clever… on top of the world sometime or the other. But you truly are a loser when it’s all said and done. But don’t worry, you have lots of company. As I said, EVERYONE is a loser.
Love doesn’t last. You have to keep renewing it and sometimes you don’t feel like it so it slips away then and may never come back. That’s why humans look for it… because we seem addicted to the futility of it.
You will stub your toe. Again and again and again. Each time it will be the same I-can’t-even-swear kind of agony.
Things keep changing… The bad may change to the good, yes, but don’t fool yourself. The bad’s going to come back and bite you in your behind.
Bad things definitely happen to good people. So unless you can’t help being “good”, why try?
Every time you finally forget that tune that’s stuck in your head, someone is going to hum it. Killing that person, unfortunately, will not change the fact that it’s stuck in your head once again.
You WILL do that one thing you swore you’d never do. What’s more, you’ll enjoy it and then hate yourself for it.
Fairy tales have magic, and happy endings, for a reason—to distinguish them from reality. Take the hint.
There. I'm done... Take a moment and remember to...
SMILE!
The fact is:
That thing you’re waiting for so desperately? It’s never going to happen. And even if it does, it’ll never be as great as you imagined it would be.
At the end of the day, everyone is a loser. You might feel good, clever… on top of the world sometime or the other. But you truly are a loser when it’s all said and done. But don’t worry, you have lots of company. As I said, EVERYONE is a loser.
Love doesn’t last. You have to keep renewing it and sometimes you don’t feel like it so it slips away then and may never come back. That’s why humans look for it… because we seem addicted to the futility of it.
You will stub your toe. Again and again and again. Each time it will be the same I-can’t-even-swear kind of agony.
Things keep changing… The bad may change to the good, yes, but don’t fool yourself. The bad’s going to come back and bite you in your behind.
Bad things definitely happen to good people. So unless you can’t help being “good”, why try?
Every time you finally forget that tune that’s stuck in your head, someone is going to hum it. Killing that person, unfortunately, will not change the fact that it’s stuck in your head once again.
You WILL do that one thing you swore you’d never do. What’s more, you’ll enjoy it and then hate yourself for it.
Fairy tales have magic, and happy endings, for a reason—to distinguish them from reality. Take the hint.
There. I'm done... Take a moment and remember to...
SMILE!
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
You Really KNOW You're Missing Home When...
You keep wrinkling your nose and sniffing beacuse clean air seems... wrong... somehow!
You think fondly of fights involving aruvals and kattais
You salivate at the thought of mom's pavakka which you thought you'd never touch with a stick... (Hmm, on second thought... pavakka? Ok even I'm not that desperate... yet.)
The name of a shop written in Tamil gets you as ecited as the know-it-all kid in class when he wants to answer a tough one.
You suddenly realise that the shower, not the wheel, was the greatest human invention--and the bucket, probably the most cursed!
The beach--which you visited maybe once a year back home--is suddenly the one thing that could set right every problem in your life.
You miss those chatty, know-it-all auto karans who routinely and shamelessly try to rip you off.
You watch the crappiest Tamil movies and songs in the history of mankind just so you can hear the language.
You actually honest-to-goodness DREAM of the Coovum!
You mouth the most galeejana Tamil words in your head cos you're afraid you'll forget them!
You think fondly of fights involving aruvals and kattais
You salivate at the thought of mom's pavakka which you thought you'd never touch with a stick... (Hmm, on second thought... pavakka? Ok even I'm not that desperate... yet.)
The name of a shop written in Tamil gets you as ecited as the know-it-all kid in class when he wants to answer a tough one.
You suddenly realise that the shower, not the wheel, was the greatest human invention--and the bucket, probably the most cursed!
The beach--which you visited maybe once a year back home--is suddenly the one thing that could set right every problem in your life.
You miss those chatty, know-it-all auto karans who routinely and shamelessly try to rip you off.
You watch the crappiest Tamil movies and songs in the history of mankind just so you can hear the language.
You actually honest-to-goodness DREAM of the Coovum!
You mouth the most galeejana Tamil words in your head cos you're afraid you'll forget them!
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