On El Sari Rojo issue

Ridiculous! I thought when Headlines Today chose to take up the issue regarding this book titled 'El Sari Rojo' (The Red Sari), by Javier Moro... claimed to be based on the real life of Sonia Gandhi. 


While Headlines Today almost announced that Congress is intolerant towards Freedom of Expression, they forgot that this freedom does not entitle one to defame a person, especially someone of such huge political importance. A political citizen of the country.


Moreover, what's the big deal... I mean ok, so Moro thinks Sonia Ji had doubts when her mother asked her to return to Italy after her husbands death, she responded with a doubtful "I don't know"... So what? Its not easy to not be emotionally shattered in such situations as the death of one's husband... Any woman in her place would want to leave a place where she has no immediate relatives..


Hmm... Anyway, this strong and beautiful woman will definitely get her way through this..
But this does make me want to read that book... :D


Also, Suggested Reading(Not related to this post): Ayodhya 6 December 1992 - P.V Narsimha Rao

political space....

Its surprising to see how places like tea shops effectively function as "political spaces"... How?

I figured this out during my last few longer visits to the tea shop next to my institute. Here, I see, people... simple people, discussing day-to-day issues... 

People of different ages, from different stratas of society discussing a lot of things, forming opinions, debating, spreading and sharing information... all over a cup of tea.

drunk-en-ness

Being drunk is a good feeling.. not like dead drunk.. a very high "high"..

I don't know how to explain..  Its this feeling where nothing matters.. you dn't care about anything.. your fingers feel numb.. you smile at everything and everyone... all music sounds good(except Himmesh Reshamiya)...

Now Playing : Don't you cry - GNR
This is one of my fav. songs..
here's a part of the lyrics;

And please remember that I never lied

And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby
And don't you cry tonight..

There's a heaven above you baby

 ;)

Today...

Fuck! I said to myself... as the clothes fell from my cupboard.
last night I'd been looking for the old packet I'd hidden in the pocket of an old pair of jeans. This was done so my mom wouldn't find them during her occasional searches in my cupboard.
In my hurry ... i stuffed everything back in.. and left it like that.

I had arranged my cupboard just a few weeks back after a round of de-insect-ificaton of my room... all in vain.. re-arranging looked like a tiresome idea...
Moreover, I've been so busy(though not particularly with any one thing that i can point out..)
And so lost at times that i don't have work... I've borrowed a book from the library but I've been sitting on it for ages... obviously amounting to some fine.. and i have to remember to return it tomorrow...

So, back to the cupboard... since not re-arranging wasn't a choice... i sat and started folding every cloth again... which is when, out of the pocket of my favourite fabindia purple colored kurta came out a 50 rupee note :) Happiness!!!

i miss my family :(

Mom's gone to delhi.. Dad's already there.. Neha's at the hostel...

I miss them :(

I feel alone...

Now, I know who's presence matters to me the most.. 

I've had times when my friends have gone against me.. when i lost people i loved... but all the while i could return home to my family .. my dad or mom or sister have always been there to listen to me ramble when I'm angry sad or frustrated or made sure to be the first ones to applaud me for something good.. or wish me before anyone else on my birthday each year or share my happiness...

They've been my best friends...

Okay, so now its me and Chester... he's foolishly roaming around outside chasing a cat on and off which seems to enjoy teasing chester.

...

Anjali is cynical about almost everything.. she talks like she knows everything...

She looks at everything in a very demeaning way... as if she knows much better...

She opened the newspaper today morning when all of us sat together in the common room at the hostel... 

There is this air of satisfaction and a sort of self-sufficiency about her... i observed almost staring at her... she was pretty yes... her eyebrows were the best thing on her face...  long..beautifully shaped in a perfect curve growing pointy and thin at the outer end...

I watched her turn the pages... the cynical expression was back again... it was a rare event if the expression wasn't on her face...

I wondered what she was thinking...

I heard a little "pffft..." escape her mouth, while she rolled her big eyes which returned back to the paper. "They write such silly stuff, why don't they write good stuff in here" she spoke... almost to herself.. 

quickly running through the rest of the paper, she took up the magazine section. Here she sharply criticized something about a model's dress not matching the way she'd done her hair.. I peeped at the paper... looked okay to me.. but maybe she knew better... but not wanting to make an obvious display of my almost negligible sense of what she called fashion sense... I said "who cares anyway... why don't you just let it be.." 

"hmm..." she replied...  and looked at me with that stupid expression again...

I winked and smiled... she smiled... and turned her face away.

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All characters in the above post are fictitious, any resemblance whatsoever to living or dead people is purely co-incidental...

Grin!

Words... can hurt...

One should be careful while choosing words... Its easy to hurt others, sometimes without even knowing we did so.. And then once the damage is done, sorries won't be of much help... hurt is something that only time can heal..

When we speak, there are times when we direct our words in a way so as to show sarcasm or criticism. Now that, w'hen done for a positive reason is okay I feel, but if its done solely with the intention of hurting the other, it's not a very kind thing to do.

There are times also, when we say things in a way we think is 'hilarious'. Not realizing that what we find hilarious might be a topic of seriousness to the other person... or of deep emotional value. 

There are times also when we're with our close-close friends, that we throw in a comment  or a joke on a particular member of their family, there are chances that we do not see through our own foolishness in such a case... Everyone(almost) loves their family the most.

An insult, a joke, a sarcastic comment directed at a person in public or in front of a group of people, might satisfy you and get all the anger out of your system but... it makes you look like an aggressive idiot. Moreover, it might cause the person insulted to harbor deep disdain for you for the rest of eternity...

And then of course... nice words are always welcome by everyone... why spread bitterness.. if things are getting too irritating for you.. just learn how to ignore :P