It's starting to feel a lot like Christmas

It's was one of those evenings, where you just want to hot cuppa of coffee in one hand, and the other with a favourite book and just spending the evening, watching the sunset. Across the park was the row of shops with those cute chrismsy decorations. My mind was in a certain mood to observe my fellow bystanders, to be a wallflower if you must call it. I watched as people were frantically frolicking to these shops for forgotten or maybe last minute Christmas shopping for their loved and dear ones. Maybe a doll, a toy car, a piece of jewellery etc. After all, it is the season of giving gifts, in all it's jittery glory. As I felt the coldness of the winter the moment the sun kisses the horizon, almost as if it was giving us a chance to soak up it's last  rays for the day. Goosebumps arise on the skin of my arms and I tug my sweater a little closer, trying to preserve my body heat. By a fleeting moment, my eye catches the sight of a young boy, dressed in hoodie and cargo pants. His face is dirty, no, not in the physical sense, but as if he is annoyed, guilty almost, like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. He wouldn't be more than 8 years but his eyes held a sense of maturity, which I was a little perturbed by. I don't know how or when but I found myself standing in front of the boy staring down on him as he fiddled with this fingers.

"Hi boy, what your name?" I asked. "The name is Dave, Madame." I was pleased with his civility and manners and decided to make small talk with this young man. "So what's a young boy like you doing here? Isn't  your family looking for you?" He just strugged his defeated shoulders and with a far away look in his eyes, stared as the sun finally set and the darkness of the night draped on the evening sky. "I have a family of 9 Madame. 4 sisters and 3 bothers along with daddy and mummy. They don't know I'm here." 

 

"What is it boy? You looked distant." I asked. 

"Madame I come from a middle class family, where my elder sisters and parents are working all the time to make ends meet. What troubles me is that they are so busy, I think they have forgotten that Christmas is day after tomorrow. Our family isn't much into celebrating, but we always buy a Christmas tree. But this year, it's looks like everyone forgot about it. This makes me sad, cause I've being asking Santa to give my family and I a big Christmas celebration but I don't think he has been getting my letters." He said with a sigh. 

I was astounded to hear this. Celebrating  Christmas has always been one of foundest  memories of childhood. 

Offering him my hand, I said "Come on! Let's remind your family the joy of Christmas?" The boy with an enigmatic smile just simply smiled and helded my hand and dragged me behind an oak tree where I saw shabbily cut Christmas tree branches decorated with a bunch of shiny streamers. He looked at me and said "My hands are too small to carry them all. Can you help me carry this to my cycle?"  he asked with his big puppy dog eyes. 

My heart elated with love and adoration for the little boy as I helped him carry it to his cycle parked about 2 blocks away. "Thank you Madame, I hope you have the most wonderful Christmas and a new year. I hope Santa gets your letter and your stocking is filled with all your gifts." I just gave the boy a warm smile and just when I was going to depart, the little boy turned around and said "Oh and Madame? If you ever meet Santa? Can you tell him it's okay?" Perplexed with his request I gave him a questioning look to which he gave a gleeful laugh and said "Tell Santa that it's okay if he misplaced my letter. I'm not disppointed with him, I understand he has millions of other kids who aren't as lucky as me to give gifts to.   Tell him it's okay. It's okay Santa, I still love you." With a last smile and twinkle in this eyes, he rode away into the darkness. 

This, THIS is the meaning of Christmas. THIS is why I love this time of the year. ❤️

PS- Merry Christmas and happy new year to all you wonderful people out there ❤️ 😊

Stranger Danger?

As I stood waiting out on a hot humid day, hooting and whistling for a taxi to take me home, I realized my hopes were futile. Nobody was ready to take me home which was practically 3 kilometers away. The drivers too knew I was a local mumbaiker and was not the one to pay extra easily so chances of cheating were slim to none for them. Yes, I could have walked home if I wanted, but it very hot, humid with the afternoon soon beating on my back, sucking my energy out. I was just fired from my job and you could say I woke up on the wrong side of my bed. I wasn't exactly excited to go home and spread the news to my parents. Cussing at the taxi drivers I walked into a nearby meela (fair) to buy myself a goola (ice lolly). After paying for it I sat and watched as a silent bystander to observe my fellow humans. Seeing kids with their boyish grins while they ride the merry-go-round. Girls getting mehandi (tattoos) on their chubby fingers. Mothers frantically running around to control their sugar-rush high kids. In all, a typical meela. Right then, a man came and occupied the seat next to me. So I took the opportunity to scrutinized this man. He seemed to be in his mid-fifties. A perfectly kept French cut beard with almost balding hairline, a pretty fit body with hazel coloured eyes, and was a dusky complextion. He looked like a man who was a heart breaker in his golden years. When suddenly he locked eyes with me. Embarrassed I looked away, when he just smiled and said "Good afternoon!" I tried to force a smile and greet him back but my body tired from the days events, I failed miserably. He noticed and just gave a warm smile, which made me guard myself. Then he just said "Smile little girl, the world is too full on frowns. It seems as if you have a really nice smile." Hearing this I was baffled and almost was going to pick up my purse and flee from there but his eyes held me back. There was a hidden sadness in them. As if he knew I was on the run, he shrugged his shoulder looks at me and said "I wasn't being creepy. I just wanted to see a real full-blown smile. I haven't seen one in a long long time and my heart aches that people don't smile that often. It's a rare sight now days and for some reason I have a feeling you have a real pretty smile."

Creeper or not, it was nice to hear a compliment, so I just though 'Oh what the hell' and just gave him a small smile and stood up to walk away, when he surprised me with muttering a "Thanks." and walked away. 

I finally finished my goola and caught a taxi and went home. My phone was blaring up with calls from my friends, parents, all probably trying to talk to me to cheer me up. But when I was brushing my teeth, I noticed that the man was right. I did have a nice smile. Not to sound narcissistic, but I do and for some reason that lifted my mood and for the rest of the day, I had a small smile on my face. 

Such strange meetings, with strange people at unexpected moments just somehow manage to play an important role in your life, a small, but nevertheless important. This stranger made me proud of my smile and remind me, that fall in love with yourself first. If you don't love yourself, how you do expect others too? 

PS - sorry for the late and irregular blogging. I'm have a masters degree at procrastination. 

Little Things in Life.

Topic of Discussion: Little things in life.
At this supersonic fast paced life that we live in, it's hard to slow down for a moment and just look at the clouds or just even take a deep breathe to just let go of all you worries, just for a moment. I mean its really not any one's fault. Its a dog eat dog world and time is money. So can you really expect people to let lose, even if its for a moment? I think you can, because if you don't; the internal pressure just keeps building and you're bound to crack and destroy everything in your path at that point of time. Maybe you don't have the luxury to take a few days off just to relax and let go, like some people do. But that doesn't mean you can't let your hair down. Learn to enjoy the little things in life. Trust me, its these tiny unseen pleasures that make all the difference in your world.
When it seems as if the world has yet again taken you for a ride, only to be kick-out just before the finish line. Its heartbreaking. You are still finding a firm ground to stand on, is when you realize the importance of these little things like; reading a good book, watching kids run around in the playground, listening to your favorite album, or even just binge eating on fatty foods. They all might seem pretty lame things to feel so happy about and that's okay.

Just the other day, taking an off from my studies, I picked up this book called: The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. Its about a girl suffering from cancer  and you get a glimpse to how such kids see the world when they know their deadline. Its pretty darn good. While we live in fear of the unknown, that is when we are gonna die; while these kids know their expiry date and actually live life to the fullest. Like we all should be living. All because these kids don't waste their time crying about the things they don't have or what could be, they take things as they journey through their limited lifetime. Its sad really, we as perfect normal healthy people need to learn the art of living life like it should be lived from a dying kid. Its all a matter of perspective, mind over matter. One of my favorite quotes is by the protagonist's love interest-Augustus Waters: "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend." 

So you've had a crappy day? The worst day of your life when you feel like you've hit rock bottom and it seems like there's nothing you can do? Just take a breathe and look around, remember a time when you were happy, try to relive it. Look around at the clouds passing over your head, look at the beauty all around. Beauty is what you find pleasing and its a contextual term. I may think beauty is seeing a dog wag its tail when you pet it, or seeing your favorite film all over again remembering all the lines. Beauty and happiness go hand in hand. So my readers, I implore you to let lose once in a while and enjoy the little things in life. 

PS- Read The Fault In our Stars, I'm sure you will not be disappointed. It's a fresh and simple with a coat of humor. :) 

Who is thy fairest of them all?

Today's topic of discussion: The concept of 'gora' and 'kala'. I'm an Indian girl with dusky complexion and not to mention, a south Indian. In Indian society, the prejudice against a 'gora' or fair is considered to one of the top priorities or a tie breaker in some cases of matrimonial relationships.Yes, I'm NOT kidding. When men and women are looking for life partners, their basic need is to have a husband/wife of a fairer complexion. Fairness is equivalent to beauty, richness, superiority of a person. India spends almost 3000 corers of rupees on fairness creams and products; fair and lovely, Garnier, Vaseline, etc are minting corers money due to this prejudice. While they mint money, the native people are losing their self pride and self esteem, taking drastic measures to become "gora".
When my family and I meet people for the first time, after they scrutinize our appearances, they give us the benefit of doubt, and ask us again if we are sure that we are from South India! They seem flabbergasted at the mere idea that people from the south can be fair. My maternal side is very fair or "gora". So my sister has gone on my mother, making them both 'goras' while my dad and I are on a darker complexion or "kala". People ask us if my mother and sister use some special treatment to maintain such fairness and is so, to share their secrets with them. You can literally smell the air of desperateness that reeks out of them. Though I don't blame them. This society that we live in leads us to take such demeaning and pitiful measures. I have friends who rate people in terms of beauty with them being "gora" or not.
Even as kids, we've grown up seeing Disney princesses like Cinderella, Snow White etc who all are really fair. I mean Snow White's plot revolves around her being the "fairest of them all", in this very childhood fairytale fairness is being compared to beauty. As kids, we're told not to play outside in the sun too much as would get tanned and then nobody would want to make us their brides. I'm not exaggerating, I've been told this by my grandparents and elders.
Don't even get me started on these ridiculous advertisements where a darker skinned girl is denied a job or a higher position due to her skin tone, and suddenly she applies the product which turns her fair in a fortnight and she gets the job which she was previously denied. The mentality of the writer of such ad is too foolish to even comment on. How is ones capability related to one's skin tone? Even men are falling prey to such harsh norms of the stupidity of the society we live in. Now days men fairness creams are in fashion.
  Even though one of Shakespeare's most beautiful sonnets is dedicated to a dark-skinned women, in most of his plays, he refers to his female protagonists as fair and beautiful. In the dictionary of us Indians, beauty is a synonymy for fair.
Though I'm extremely delighted to hear that some campaigns here have started, specially "Dark is beautiful".
Its is after hearing about such campaigns', do I feel that make there is after all some hope in this society. That the girls of this generation can feel secure that there are people out their hiding and their silent cries of this discrimination or even racism based on this absurdness of skin colour. Someone is raising their voice, fighting for them, giving it all they have to change this ugly society and make it a better place for the future.

Entertainment: Does it really entertain?

Entertainment. The act of keeping an audience engrossed in something for the sake of enjoyment. But these days, entertainment has been taken to whole new level. For the good or bad? I like to think bad. I mean have you seen the utter crap that these so called creative mind's of these directors come up with? No story line, no good climax, no acting by these highly paid actors and actresses, no originality whatsoever. I mean its like watching headless chickens roam about the screen. You can literally breathe in the air of desperation to 'entertain' us. Do we really have to stoop down to such a level that cheap comments and voluptuous jokes are the only ways of refreshing our minds? It's so degrading and demeaning to watch such movies. I mean come on! Wouldn't you rather sit at home and like sleep than torturing yourself and wasting time watching this nonsense. To top it off the ridiculously high ticket prices and popcorn. I mean call me a Judge Jody, but the name, actor and the overall appeal of the movie poster is what I speculate before even thinking of watching a film. Like actors like Akshay Kumar, Salmaan Khan are known to make movie which appeal to the lower class audience which is in fact a large chunk of our mass. Their films are actually liked for this main purpose; the absolute over the top dramatic exaggeration. To the point that you want to literally shoot yourself in the foot, for the simple fact that is feels less painful than having to sit through the film. Most of the movie are made up of the protagonist and his lover running all over town like headless chickens and somehow they end up on the wrong side of bad people and then the totally dull-luster climax of the hero having some uncanny strength to fight off the villains, as though he's flipping pancakes for breakfast. Let's not forget the totally unnecessary and frustrating songs that pop up at any time. Seriously, sometime I feel my 7 year old cousin writes better stories than these directors. Their lack of creativity is alarming and originality has totally disappeared over the time.
But the worst sin these directors so is taking up a good book and making a pathetic attempt to live up to the beautifully written works of art. I mean, if you are making a film on a book; the least you could do is not change the plot of the book. The author must obviously written the book with much thought and you should respect his work. It's pitiful really.
Entertainment these days is  not entertainment but a sad attempt to seek our attention to waste our hard-earned money on such crappy films.

Faith

Faith. Dictionary meaning: b (1) : firm belief in something for which there is no proof (2) : complete trust. 

Faith, a simple word. Your devotion, belief in something. It's so easy for us to find faith in lifeless statues of so called gods and deities, to put out whole trust and believe that in cause of trouble or desires, we join our hands and pray that's god helps us. I don't get it, if you yourself don't help yourself, how is god or anybody supposed to help you?  It's true when they say that 'God helps those who help themselves.' 

Can anybody really stand up right now, in this instant, at this moment with full confidence say that there is a god is that big blue sky. The most powerful man, who rules anything and everything that we know of, who is the ruler of this universe, the mightiest of all, the kindest, faultless, perfect person who the world ever knows of? Can you? Yes you! Can you really? Have you physically seen this person? Talked to him? Touched him? 

I know for a fact that nobody has and whoever claims he has is saying gibberish and we all are aware of it. 

God, religion, customs. All of this is made by man alone, for he lacks the self confidence to believe in himself, to have faith and to seek his inner god. I think everyone is born perfect, just like a god. But this errs, decisions, choices in his life make him human. 

Trust me, I know how hard it is to have that self confidence in oneself when your life's results have repeatedly disappointed you, life's failures, un-justness, accidents- all of these events in one life hampers faith in yourself. For example- I just have given my IIT preparations exams- like a mock test. Trust me, I've not studied this hard since for like forever. Throughout my schools days I'm used to studying late minutes and getting my marks, but for once in a long time I studied, and guess what? I got such low marks that my life pride and confidence was shattered. My ego was hurt and all I would do is secretly bawl my eyes out. Demeaning myself by putting myself down by calling myself  a failure, a loser. Harsh? Yes. But at that time, I did not have anybody else to blame but myself. My parents did not pressurize me at all, instead they were giving excuses on my behalf to make me feel better. I know, my parents are awesome but at the end of the day, it's still hurts. To build up that confidence is the hardest part of the process. To have faith, to believe in myself. Gradually I've accepted that I may not be the brightest of the lot, and I need to put in way more efforts than my fellow classmates, to change my pattern of studying. But hey, I promise you I'm getting there, to the day I'll feel proud of myself, of my marks and win back my confidence. I promise you, I do my best and give it my all. That's all that matters. It's just a bad day, not a bad life. So I'm going to pick myself right up, dust out the negativity and work harder. I know this 'god' will have to give me my much earned fruits now or later. That's not the point though, the point is to have faith, believe that good things will happen to you and remember to always help yourself and not depend on anybody else. At the end of it, it's your life. So have faith my friends, not in god, but in your inner goodness. 

Just another Pretty Face?

This world we live in, has billion souls, billions faces, some pretty, some plain, some big, some skinny. Everyone at least once in their life has wished to be good-looking, hey, its normal. its human nature, we always want something we never have, and if we do have it; we can't get enough of it. We want more, our desires get greedier.
Have you ever looked at a pretty girl and gone- 'Oh how I wish I was that good-looking. I would have the world begging at my knees.' Or for you boys, looked at a good looking guy and gone- 'I wish I was him. Girls would always flock around me.' We somehow have this mentality that good looking people have an easier life, things are complicated for them. Trust me, you and I can argue or debate about this all we want, but we both  know, deep inside however small; you have the feeling. Hey, I thought so too, so join the club. Albeit is there really a theory behind this statement or is this a prejudice of some people that has caught now to the world like the common cold?
Have you ever seen this stereotype? If a girl is beautiful, she isn't really considered to be clever or intelligent. Isn't this how the origin of the stereotype Blondie came from? Anyone who has a moment of foolishness, you will here the chime of this statement- "Oh, don't be such a Blondie!" Who came up with this theory that blondes' are dumb? Is there a scientific reason behind it? NO. One idiot starts the chain and the fools follow. What an absurd remark! Who has the right to decide how one's hair color depends on their intellectual level of their brain? God has given us all brains, isn't it up to us as to how we use them? It has nothing to do with this rubbish stereotypical statements.
If you're a beautiful girl, people will tell you not to worry about the future because your beauty will catch the eye of some rich idiot who will want to marry you and sorted scenes for your life. I get so frustrated when I hear such things. As it is being a woman in this diabolical Indian society is difficult, to add on this stupidity. If  a pretty girl fails in something in her life, the people around her will plant this non-sense of "She's just another pretty face with no brains. Beauty with no brains. Blonde'  Why don't people try to walk in their shoes before judging? I think the prettiest faces have gone through the worst pain. But this world doesn't understand that.It's just the way this world works. I've given up hope for this mentality to ever change.
All I can say to the girls and boys who can relate to this is that be strong. In times like these, you have no one but yourself to rely on, rekindle your self-confidence. Work harder, have faith and most importantly believe in yourself. If you don't, then who will? Make it happen, shock everyone of them. Its the best darn felling in the world, I assure you.  Make it clear to the world that you are NOT just a pretty face! You are so much MORE.