The Difference Point of View Makes

The sky is clear.
The light is dull, blinking and fading.
The shadows start to dance.
The road is messy with tires and feet.
The dog sees more people to go at.
The crow continues to exist.
Businesses see more evening opportunities.
The old man finds it hard to see.
The young laugh among themselves.
The young couple are happy to be with each.
The poor beggar just wants the day to end.
And I just walk and sip my coffee.
My evening walk feels uneventful, yet everything happens around.

The Good Men of India: Not “I love you”, but “Main hoon na.”

I just read this article on the NYT called The Good Men of India, which I totally recommend you to have a read as it’s well written and looks on the total other side which fails to make headlines or the news and remain as untold stories. And well, so well written that you might forgot about my small piece of mind here and this will remain unread as well. ๐Ÿ™‚

There is a telling phrase that best captures the Indian man in a relationship โ€” whether as lover, parent or friend: not โ€œI love youโ€ but โ€œMain hoon na.โ€ It translates to โ€œIโ€™m here for youโ€ but is better explained as a hug of commitment โ€” โ€œNever fear, Iโ€™m here.โ€ These are men for whom commitment is a joy, a duty and a deep moral anchor.

This is what perhaps that got to me a bit more than the rest. Both my country and the world are disgusted at the stir of news of reported rapes and sexual harassment in the past year following the very tragic rape incident in Delhi, in past December 2012. The rage could be seen everywhere, on the media, on the internet, and the absolutely hypocritical and meaningless candle marches which were for so called change and peace, while most as I said and a known fact, most don’t want to get their hands in the actual need of the hour.

Say aside for my usual, human outrage, I don’t tend to go along the flow for such things, since I’m aware the only thing I can do for my part as of now is be a decent human being myself, and not go around saying what everyone has to do or what has to be done.

But the purpose of this piece is, that most are quick to stereotype and generalize practically anyone with a certain set of attributes from origins to geographical locations to simply personal preferences these days, and with these developments, many of my non-Indian friends out there must be having this thought at least in some corner of their minds, that are we Indians (men) so hungry for sex and we can’t keep our guns in our pants? I’m no hardcore patriot or something, but being an Indian and a decent human being (which I like to believe), this does sadden me. And what I highlighted above reflects this beautifully, the write of which I’m very thankful.

I’d like to think of it as, you know you’re in India when “I love you” is less common, and “Main hoon na.” (Never fear, I’m here for you) makes more sense and is far more alive. That I like to believe, is the real side of the few good men in country (and by extension the world) which remain untold stories. And these people are worth fighting for. ๐Ÿ™‚

Blast from the Past

“Isn’t that rudimentary?” she asked.

“That’s what makes it most important.”ย  he said, profoundly sweating since he got out. “I’ve learned that in many cases, only the small aspects really matter.”

“But how did it matter? You weren’t confident, and yet to set out regardless. In the end, you failed.”

“That I did.”

“So what difference did it make?”, as she tried to put her thoughts together on what preceded.

“A whole lot. But by then, he was long gone.”

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Short attempt at really short fiction, since I don’t usually write this. I’m more of a screenplay writer/director than the story writer, ie basically a constructor than a creator. While felt nice to try something different for a change, this did take me quite a while with at least a dozen different thoughts and interpretations behind this.

Self Analysis

When thinking about analyzing the self, what came into my mind is one of the most iconic poetry called Song of Myself by Walt Whitman. This poem is from his collection of amazing poetry from his book Leaves of Grass, a treasure would be just an understatement. Below in it’s entirety for your reading pleasure.

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Guinness World Record for secret santa 2012

WP_20130921_16_57_18_ProHere is me holding my new shiny Guinness World Record certificate.

WP_20130921_17_03_29_ProHere it is in all it’s glory.

Some more pictures in album here. So last month it was finally announced that we participants in redditgifts for secret santa 2012, now hold a new Guinness World Record for 44,805 participants successfully completing the largest online secret santa game!

What is this redditgifts you may ask. See this video below:

Last year in the month of November, I took part in this online event called secret santa, in which people (mostly redditors) sign up for taking part in a worldwide exchange, in which people anonymously (or not, depending on their choice) send gifts to each other. After the final sign-up date, users are randomly matched by the system and each participant is assigned a giftee, thus that user becoming the (secret) santa.

Just think about that for a minute: 44,805 internet strangers from 130 countries put their faith in one another and exchanged gifts. Isn’t that something beautiful? Sharing gifts and happiness all over the world, and a world record just for being nice. ๐Ÿ™‚ (and spending a bit of money, in my case thanks to my nice mom ๐Ÿ˜› but it’s the thinking and effort that counts)

Going backwards, it’s these small things which make the big picture. And this was my first exchange in which I took part in, and it was so great that it’s still there after almost a year. And earlier today holding that certificate is really a milestone! I’m now officially a Guinness World Record holder! Can’t thank redditgifts enough! ๐Ÿ˜€

They have awesome exchanges throughout the year, on different themes and occasions, and since then I’ve become a regular enthusiast there. Can’t wait for ss again this year in the coming months, and hopefully we’ll break the record again! You can take part too this time when it arrives and give it a shot! You can find me on redditgifts here and at reddit here. See you around!

Twerking is a word now?

First of all I never knew the existence of this word twerking until this event, and the prompt otherwise I didn’t even writing a word about it unlike almost the entire internet. And adding to the pathetic list of things, it’s even added to the oxford dictionary (online) now, I mean seriously? (the very fact they give such silly words an authentic status makes me sick)

And I don’t understand why every fucking site/person has to talk about this. Well actually I do, just don’t want to be left out right? *facepalm* This is not some big controversy or breaking news worthy, just a bunch of stupid teens doing what they want. If you don’t like it, just don’t see it. The idiocy that such silly things are blown out of proportion, outraged, and in the end pretend to not give a shit about it (unless you’re from some of those mostly usually parent groups or so, who make headlines/bucks out of it)

Why am I writing this again? Oh yes thank you wordpress.