The men in my country are very very sick!

Any man who thinks it's OK to rape a woman, let alone a little girl must be sick.

It's unfortunate that so many men in my country are so terribly ill. What can we, as caring humans do to heal them of their sick sick illness??? 

I think instead of women being scared and staying in after dark, all women should be out in the streets. Let it be mandatory for every woman to take the to streets as soon as the sun sets. Let's see how any man may dare to rape again. Let us be nice to these pathetic, pathetic men and be there on the streets for them to try and eve-tease, and we'll return the favour. 

And my sincere, sincere request to all parents. You have brought human beings into this world. It is your responsibility to make sure your sons grow up to be rapists. You cannot just say that if my son is a rapist, let him be punished. Teach your sons to respect humanity and stop restricting your daughters. The more independent women become, the more of us there are in the streets, the workplaces and the buses, the less rapes there will be. Don't stop your daughter or your wife from going out so she may not get raped. Let her go out so nobody might get raped.

Why so serious?

Growing up with a bunch of juvenile little girls like I was myself, I found my two best friends. The bond that really holds us together is that we were crazy together and when we find ourselves in each others' company that madness comes rushing back. We can be children again. Stupid, irresponsible and callous.

I wonder if responsibility is overrated. Some of the most stupid things that I have done in life have been some of my best experiences. Growing up happens, but why not retain some of that madness, that stupidity and callousness. Responsibility comes from caution, from knowing what can go wrong, from trusting a little less.

I want to dance on the street if I feel like it, sing while I walk. I want to cry in public and miss a flight. I want to colour my hair purple just look into the mirror one time.

I want to be a little less responsible, a little more crazy and a little less grown up. I want to trust a little more again.

Ensconced

Fingers intwining,
Bodies leaning away,
A sudden pull,
Fling each other away.

In one quick motion heads turn, eyes meet
Slow, cautious steps.

Paint a picture in my head, let me move
Let me translate,
Let the music flow, through my ears and into my soul,
Bypassing my mind for once.

Let me close my eyes,
Leave my thoughts behind,
And feel.

Today I am Spiderman

From Spiderman: With great power comes great responsibility.
Well, sometimes even with a little power, comes a lot of responsibility. And being a control freak is very difficult. The uncertainty of the future is actually one of the most stressful things. When you're a control freak you do not let others make decisions for you. You need to control your life. Then you realise that even taking decisions for yourself isn't enough. That's when the spiral of self-doubt begins.
For instance, every time you're a little sick, your mom tells you to skip work and stay home. But your good sense tells you that you can't really afford to do that if you don't want to get fired. But once you get used to using your own brains and not listening to your mom, ever, you end up going out for dinner even when your sinuses are bursting, giving you a monster headache. It's so goddamn hard to strike that balance between taking advice and doing what you think is right. I now feel like spiderman.
But once in a while, you see a glimpse of what life would have been, without that power, the choice to make your own life decisions, and you can't help but thank your stars you had the balls to speak your mind.
What I'm really saying is that facebook scares the living daylights out of me every time I see pictures of girls I used to know getting married to boys they barely know. I won't deny I judge them but I really do try not to. I don't know if they found happiness, it is possible they did. But I do know that I would never have been happy had I gone down that road. I don't know if I'll be happy on the road I've taken. Nobody ever really knows. But I'm happy today and so long as I have confidence in the decisions I take, I will have no regrets.
Life's awesome and I am out here to live it. I'll deal with the uncertainty, otherwise there would be no surprises. 

My sea

Most waves last a very short time and go away before you know it and leave your feeling cold, but some waves take you deeper into the water. We can choose to watch from far away or take our chances, but from far away, we'll never know the sea.

Each unique individual..

Studying for all the upcoming exams I realise how different each one of us is. Each one of us is struggling with completely different things. We have different skill sets, different perspectives and different backgrounds. We are functions of our past experiences and our DNA, a pretty interesting combination of the two.

We all generalize people from other countries and ethnicities. Germans are considered efficient and particular, the Chinese hard-working and resourceful. I'm sure Indians have their own stereotype. But of course people are far too complex for such generalisations to mean anything. There was a time people of different races barely communicated. Now we call ourselves one world, we consider each person a human being and race is becoming more and more immaterial.  Children often find it shocking that Africans were once considered inferior and were slaves to the rich white Americans. The world is an infinitely better and more humane place today that it used to be.

Is it possible that being further removed from animals, and hardly being able to communicate, we just do not see how interesting their personalities really are? Those of us who have pets understand their personalities to some extent. Imagine a world where we are able to communicate more with animals. Where we find that smart or stupid, these animals have emotions and personalities, as interesting as ours. Imagine a day when a child is shocked at the thought that once we killed animals for food, sport and clothing. A day when we are humane not only towards the humans.

Selfless......really?

Walking to and from school everyday my head wanders and I blurb it out here.

So today I was thinking about why I'm nice to people. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just a big suck up and want people to like me. Sure, I do want people to like me, but that's not the primary reason. I guess it's so I can feel I'm a good person. So I can continue to respect myself and feel good about myself.
Then I wondered about the concept of karma and whether I believe in it. I guess I do, since I found an explanation for it. Every time one is nice to somebody else, one nurtures a relationship and I realized that at the end of the day, happiness is about our relationships with other people and ourselves.

So maybe doing something good or being kind won't give one a ticket to heaven or help win a lottery, but it helps build meaningful relationships which eventually is how one can find happiness and peace. The road to happiness, as I understand as of now, is not through money, or anything it can buy (at least in the developed world where people don't have to struggle for basic necessities) or through what one might consider having a good time, but through the warmth of relationships. Love, friendship and camaraderie are not over-rated. They are getting lost in materialism and ambition.

I guess the reason I find myself thinking about these things is because I constantly find myself struggling between my ambition and affection for those who matter to me most. As for most things in life, there are no right answers, but I sure hope I don't live to regret the decisions I make.

Saturday Morning Blues

Life as a student, in a masters program is a little bit strange. Work is replaced by school. You're paying instead of getting paid. And so technically all your time is your own, but every minute you spend chilling or partying could've been spent studying. So in effect you have no time to call your own.
Every weekend presents this new dilemma. Should I go out or should I study. And I guess, this is where I realize that I'm actually a crazy person trying to straitjacket herself. I wanna go out, go crazy, do stupid things, but I decide to be good and stay in and study. All this does is depress me and make me think of things I could be doing if I wasn't studying. And of course, I do not study.
Moral of the story, I'm going to go out.
Notice how I am writing this blog instead of studying for my exam on monday.

Ramblings on when in distress

The strings are everywhere.
Pulling, rupturing, tugging, reattaching. Suffocating. Strings.
Joy, recollection, nostalgia, laughter, love, passion, also pain.
Mercy of the strings or will of the self?
Rebel against them and question them.
Strings of emotion, woven by the self.