Sunday, November 28, 2010

An Ode to My Ancestors!

 

(now i can’t write an ode but, a blog would be good enough i guess.)

How would a picture be to start with? People have the right to see what am talking about and how beautiful my ancestors looked.

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Yes, well that’s my oldest and closest ancestor. What made me write this blog was my fascination with the amazing creature. Intelligent, peaceful, social, and expressive. Just by looking at their pictures, one can make out how amazing these creatures and their expressive powers are.

Some quick facts about The Bonobo!

  1. Was called the Pygmy Chimpanzee. Also known as the Dwarf or Gracile Chimpanzee.
  2. The Bonobo is an endangered species and is found in the wild only in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
  3. The species is distinguished by relatively long legs, pink lips, dark face and tail-tuft through adulthood, and parted long hair on its head.
  4. The Bonobo has a slim upper body, narrow shoulders, thin neck, and long legs when compared to the Common Chimpanzee. The Bonobo walks upright approximately 25% of the time during ground locomotion
  5. Bonobos are generally understood to be a matriarchal species. In simple words, women have more power than do men!
  6. The Bonobo also has highly individuated facial features, as humans do, so that one individual may look significantly different from another, a characteristic adapted for visual facial recognition in social interaction.
  7. The Bonobo is capable of altruism, compassion, empathy, kindness, patience, and sensitivity.
  8. The Bonobo is an extraordinarily peaceful species.
  9. The mother-son bond often stays strong and continues throughout life.

 

(Bonobo Love) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQNpL-HBoNk&feature=fvw

Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Picture

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For many, this picture was a constant thought, an idea or something the moment they saw it, but for me it was just a picture. I couldn’t really make much of a meaning of it as my mind was so preoccupied with my exam anxiety. But then it dawned upon me that this image was a message. And all of a sudden it was clear, i don’t have a sweet, cherry topped sugar filled post for this picture but it can mean a lot if you see it as i do. I mean look at it, the background is dull, nobody cares what’s there what matters is the focus on the main thing. Just like it is in real life at the task at hand, i can brag about how many great things i’ve done in my past but it would make no sense if am not able to do the thing given to me for now, may that be righting this blog. Though this actually comes in something i really want to do, and that is what this image is about. This image tells me that its not about how many useless, out of focus things i do in my exam days that will matter in the end, what will matter is where my focus should be and it is so very important for the focus to be in the correct place. Now i tried to complete this entry in time but i wasn’t quite able to cause my other priority came up…no none of my friends or family member but some silly college work.  And this is what this picture tells that priority is never one, because when one is over then its none and none is no fun.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Why are we taught anyway?

 

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Skipping the whole how we are born and  life is so easy and then the learning process starts and starts to make our lives tougher, we move on to the main thing. The main thing here is, why are we anyway taught things when we have to, later teach ourselves to overlook what we were taught.

Now am not trying to sound like this crazy idealist trying to overturn the conventions or the contemporaries or either or neither. But the point is why make the effort to teach us crazy morals anyway? First to teach us to differentiate right from wrong, good from bad, pretty from ugly, rich from poor, a horse from a donkey and then to tell us to treat both the horse and the ass the same way? Then you want us not to be judgemental? So fine, i bet if a washer man can afford a horse to carry his stuff around! When i was in class 9th or 10th, my Hindi teacher just blew up banging her fists on the desk and said it out loud that there is no point of teaching these “Kabir k dohey” since the world doesn’t work this way anymore. I guess she was right. Like for example, our parents and our teachers both tell us to identify and then distance from those certain kind of people, now I’ve myself become one of those from whom other kids should stay away Winking smile, but nonetheless, its my blog and i can hold myself the hero here. So we were taught to identify and distance from some kind of people, now as we grew we figured that most of it was overprotective advice, but some of it was actually correct. Repetitive, but that’s how it goes, first half of your life which by the way starts from seeing everyone the same, you are taught how to differentiate and how to act accordingly. And then later, you have to learn to ignore it all like stupid ignorant, un-aware people and pretend as if that “differently bad” person is an angel and life had never been so normal (though it might be very clear that it isn’t). Then you close your eyes and pretend to not judge people, perhaps for your own convenience. And one who doesn’t judge is God, he who doesn’t judge has the power to see all as ONE. Well in my opinion that person just cannot form an opinion.

And now some people might think judgmentalwhat is wrong in not having an opinion, am just minding my own business not having an opinion about it, well guess what someone just went by and hit your cock. Now now now, don’t form an opinion about him, mind your own business do not judge him for his actions, remember not having an opinion and shutting your eyes upon it is playing safe, you be the good guy.

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Just to generalise, we’ll take an example of a non-opinionated girl. Everybody loves that girl next door, always there for everyone, never passed a judgemental remark *on your face*.  Yes, i might be that girl too, i will be very happy in my sweet li’l nature and am a people’s person already. Why? Because i didn’t learn my lessons carefully, when they taught me to draw a line in the middle of my notebook and differentiate. Am walking down the street and a guy just felt my ass and went by. But bloody hell, i am not judgemental, plus i am very sweetly ignorant, i will close my eyes upon that and not even curse that son of a bitch even once, not even in my heart. Remember, am the goody-tushu, non-opinionated girl Smile.

Well judging comes in different packages, like if  you like a song, a dress, a cuisine, a person, a behaviour, an act, you are judging. So if i say that somebody’s sense of humour sucks completely or someone is a total  “slip of character Winking smile”, i shouldn’t be looked upon like am an evil entity. And to really think about it everybody is judgemental, some people just won’t show it for some personal reasons that i respect enough not to target.

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In a nutshell : Why teach us then to see things clearly, when one day we are going to be told to shut our eyes upon it?

Friday, November 5, 2010

Her

 

Its not a trend in our family to write about our family members, but knowing how lucky i am to have one like her, i had to dedicate this one blog to her. Basically whatever i am is mostly because of her, she tried to make good out of me, but the pampering she gave obviously made some bad parts too. Sleeping has always been the sweetest part of my life and i guess thanks to her. Not only she let her arm be my pillow for resting my head on, her back for resting my leg on and also my hand, not to mention that i always wanted her to pat me on my back to make me go to sleep, thanks to her for the numerous bed-times she recited to me, one each night. This is just the gist of it, i can very surely say that the best diwali i ever had was the one when i had my arm fractured (which by the way happened on her b’day). I mean it was heaven, always being near her, she taking care of me, we watching movies together, i had her singly, no sharing! that was the whole fun of it. I was watching the crackers etc from a distance, careful enough not to go near and she was with me.

She practically fed me ‘cause i was six (class 1) that time and very very pampered, and the best thing i didn’t want anyone else to be there for me, i wanted only her. That was one time and since then she has always been there for me. Maybe she remembers how it was, maybe she doesn’t, but i actually wanted no-one but her in my happy times or my sad ones. Then might it be the time i had an eye flew in which i never got down from her lap, the two times i was admitted in the hospital for my surgeries. I mean the second time, the hospital was good, neat who wouldn’t want to come, but the first time it was AIIMS, and when it comes to neat-ness, it surely lacks. Both the times she got me food, my mum couldn’t be there the first time ‘cause my sister had chicken pox, but She came and again, she fed me too (literally, taking the spoon to the bowl and into my mouth), only this time i was in 10th not in 1st.

masy and me On my b’day, in her lap, as always.

She had been admitted in hospitals herself, but she had this quality to always cheer you up and never tell those boring dull stories of how it was with her that time. The second time i was admitted and this time also operated upon too, she came with food again, the only thing i couldn’t eat. After two days she herself got admitted (that is she herself wasn’t keeping well and then also came, with food, to see me). On the same day i had a complication, went to hospital again after being discharged, all in all i couldn’t go to meet her. And that was sad.

And she always got a chocolate for the both of us when we stayed with her, plus lays, she played with us each night before the story time came, she never scolded or hit us, she loves kids Open-mouthed smile.

 

Now the thing is some stupid machhar (mosquito) bit her and gave her both dengue and chickengunya, now i couldn’t imagine how critical she was as i never went to the hospital to see her. God’s grace she’s back home now and hope she is steadily improving. I really wanted to go see her in the hospital, but the schedule didn’t allow me to. I thought that that was a bad thing but i guess it was good enough. It totally drenched my eyes to see her in such a pathetically tired state in her house telling the story of her survival (but i was still smiling, that’s what is to do after all), i don’t know how i would’ve reacted to see her frail body, with pipes in her nose and going through the cut in her neck directly to her heart to keep her alive. With BP down to a 30 and temperature of 106.1 degrees, and the wait of hours for her to come back to consciousness after she collapsed on the hospital floor waiting to get an ultrasound done. And still all she said was am just adjacent to the hospital ward where you both were born, now that is love. (She was admit in the same hospital we both were born)

Everybody in my family including me know that i love her the most anybody can love anyone (i think she loves me a lot too, but she loves all kids, kid freak!), but i guess i just realised the truth of it today. There was one time when she got a li’l bruise on her neck and i ran to give her a band-aid, i wish i could put the same band-aid on the cut in her neck where the pipe was inserted and her problem and her pain would go away.

PS: being sick was the best part of my life ‘cause i was always found in her lap when i was sick. Yuhoo!

Also, she is very beautiful i just don’t have a better picture of her in my computer.

Monday, November 1, 2010


My Mountain Story



Now I don’t know why anybody would be interested to know, but looking at the above picture anyone can guess. Did you guess it right? I don’t know what you guessed, but here is what this painting tells, it tells that I can’t draw mountains. The brown garbage dump you see on the left, that’s supposed to be a mountain. I showed this picture to my sis and this is exactly what she said ‘‘why’d you make garbage in place of the mountains?’’

When I was small I coloured the sky near the V-shaped mountains brown ‘cause I thought that those were the mountains. For those of you who didn’t get the picture, here it is:

The brown ones were my mountains and the blue one, skies. I got better with time, though it took time and a lot of people laughing at my sense of understanding of my subject-Arts. There were no cure only laughs all around, people were not convincing enough, I wasn’t ready to give up my long lived view of which triangle the mountain was. In my preparatory class ( pre-school ), there was this one guy who called the trees blue, I thought that was weird, and look at myself I didn’t know which one of the triangles were the mountains. Huhn! I was never fond of my art classes at school and my parents didn’t have the time to teach me to draw; it took my masy’s effort to convince me that the lower triangles were the mountains not the ones hanging from the upper edge of the sheet.

Then ofcourse i got better, my drawing was considered good enough, and I made the lower triangle brown and upper ones blue henceforth. But then it came to mountains that didn’t meet the sky, the ones that were nearby the sea or a water body (the very first pic) and I started sucking at it big time. I made it look like a blob, some irregular shape and lately just garbage. The problem is magnified now, now that I tried painting with oil paints and to be true am scared to even try it on canvas ‘cause I know I’ll end up making a blunder.