Of sparrows and dogs

She said she wanted to be a sparrow in her next life.

He said he wanted to be a dog in his next. She was hurt. She thought to herself, probably he didn’t really want to spend the rest of his seven lives with her. Probably he was already bored of her. Probably he had someone else in mind. Probably he didn’t have someone else in mind, but he just wanted to keep his options open.

“Why L, why do you want to be a dog?”

“Because, you love your toy dog so much…since I can’t wish to be a dog, in this life, I’d be one in my next.”

The ever after story...


In our next lives, you'll be a sparrow and I'll be a dog and we'll live happily ever after....

Ignored

Fuming!

Extremely angry!

Two of my closest friends, one after the other pissed me off, on different issues.

One, out of the blue, says, “Orkut should be banned.”

“A, that’s too big a statement. Please explain yourself.”

“Well, it’s just one of those things Divya…you know the Koushumbi case , right? I’m sure they met on Orkut. This bloody networking site is just too much. I’m sure they must have met here… moreover; there is no sense of privacy at all.”

Now this friend of mine has no Orkut account. I’m not very surprised and neither am I bothered. She obviously chose to not make her very private life, public in any sense.

So, I tell my friend, “A, to begin with, if we are talking about this particular case then it’s quite clear that Orkut is NOT the culprit. Secondly, if we are talking about privacy, then you CHOSE to not be a part of this very public an affair. Isn’t banning too farfetched a proposition?”

She retorts with a, “Oh don’t give me the democracy BS. It just should be banned. I don’t like it.”

Now, ironic it might seem, but I seemed to like the last statement of hers. It should be banned, for I don’t like it. That is quite deep a line, self-explanatory, as well.

The righteous me, who is a die hard propagandist of democracy, in my own way, got miffed.

After a 70 seconds long version of mumbling pleasantries, we hung up.

Soo, as I login to gmail, I see K, another person I cannot live without. At least, I haven’t tried.

“K, I’m mad. A said this (a brief non-convoluted version of the above mentioned conversation follows). You must know, I, myself am not a die hard fan of Orkut / Yaari / Dostpost and other inane social networking portals. But, there are people who like it….so let them be.”

“Divvy, how does it affect you?”

“What do you mean by how does it affect me? It was not a random line she made in a crowded room. It was a one-to-one conversation. She was talking to ME. What was I to say? ‘Hmm. Ok.’. That’s it?”

Now, this person K, is one of those who’ll totally ignore anything and everything. It doesn’t make a difference if he agrees with something or not. He’ll just ignore it. Worse is, he’ll expect me to ‘take it light’ as well.

So, I decide to get a little too sarcastic.

“Of course, I keep forgetting, I should have said, whatever. So what else?’ Hmph. Why don’t you just go and sleep K? (He is in the States. It was night time for him.)

Then he throws the clincher of sorts.

“Why Divya, you cannot take another point of view, is it?”

OUCH.

I cannot take a point of view? Just because I question yours, means I cannot take one??? Is that what it’s all about when people act all grown-up and decide to just evade issues they do not agree with? When I ended my argument with K, all I was trying to do was get acerbic by acting the way he does. But of course, the point was all lost in trying to make me look like a kid. I know, that’s not his focus in life, but in that moment of annoyance and frustration, it seemed like that.

Tch!

Light lena yaar!

Read a post on a oft visited blog. *Oft visited* must say something about the content of the blog, the sensibility of the blogger and the place of the blogspot in my mind. And then I come across this post. An anti-'anti-valentines day’ post, written on The Valentines Day.

I’ll shove the spear up and down yours if you dare to cal l me a skeptic, cynic, pessimist and other hackneyed adjectives that often describe me and my thoughts.

OK, to begin with, I’m the one propagating freedom of speech and expression. I’m the one telling people to be more tolerant of other’s views. I’m the one asking people to show the middle finger (in your head, of course) to people who burn their fuel trying to change your mind. And THAT is precisely what I’m going to do here. Write about how silly it is to shout out anti V-day slogans and sillier to shout out anti-‘anti-V-day’ slogans.

What I do not understand is, how does it make a fuck’s difference to anyone if some boi / gurl decide to spend his /her/ well –earned dough on Hallmark /Archies cards and gifts? Let them. Why are you losing hair over it? Of course, I don’t have the balls to stand and confront the tigers and other cats of the world. I hate confrontations. Mostly because they do not drive home any point. And if the person is so dense so as to sweat over red roses and pink cards, then it’s anyway pointless confronting him/her/them.

Then comes the part wherein the morning newspapers to the evening tabloids waste good news space by sensationalizing something that makes absolutely no sense. The over-the-top views of the so-called-forward lot, will be exaggerated even more. Then the ‘educated’ and the ‘broadminded’ people focus on how the different variety of cats should mind their business, if they have any, and how we should pave way for globalization and westernization and what nots. Bah!

Light lena yaar!

If somebody has enough brains, they’ll in turn write a mail pulling my ears for writing this piece of gyan, which is obviously falling on deaf ears. Again, if they have enough brains, they’ll just take it light and ignore this. Now that’s the lot I want to meet. Digression , that was. Coming back to the topic, why oh why, doth the junta lose cool and why oh why do thou get so melodramatic and why oh wh….ouch….hey hey hey….chill. You want me to take it light? I will. Hmph!

Of not being in the safety zone

I want to believe in God. Yes, I wrote that with a capital G. I want to. I read something a while back, that made my heart wring in pain. Of course, it was pure fiction. But that tiny mass, pumping blood here, there and all over the place, seemed to just stop for some picoseconds and I was left wondering.

I believe in doing everything to the fullest. If I want to hurt the fuck out of some one, trust me to do a good job of it. Sooo good that after a point I get hurt, for all the hurt caused. Again, I assure myself that he/she deserved it. God would have taken a long time to get back to him/her, so I took over the reigns.
I’m my God.

All these lines suddenly seem so blasphemous. I remember when daddy wasn’t well. I’d prayed hard. No, I didn’t go to a temple or for that matter even chant prayers and sit with my hands folded in front of The Idol. But I prayed. Daddy recovered. I thanked the doctor profusely. Suddenly I refused to see anything beyond science. It was science that saved daddy. It was only science. The intention of this post was to be cynical at myself, my faith based on convenience. But as I type this, I wonder if it is really convenience?

Why am I so cynical? I don’t know. Cynicism is a safer state of being and I thrive on that belief.

I wish I had blind faith in something that made me less of a skeptic. It’s more convenient that way; having some one to solve your problems, blame when lost, cry to when alone and forget when safe.

Of starry tantrums

With every single day I can feel the enormity of my jinxing capacity.

I can take care of you, love you like a hopeless maniac, pamper you rotten, take all your temper tantrums with a calm smile, be there for you even before you need me, walk away the second I sense you tossing and turning for space, I can be a mother, daughter, lover and friend; all till I know that you are not in any ways related to me.

It's like, the moment we get tied up as a pair, I’ll start affecting you. My jinxed existence will start affecting you. The blighted luck that I have, will show it effects on you as well. And that is The Last thing I want to happen.

I wonder what made me pray, cry and hope in despair so that you could be mine. I'm glad you aren't. I'm glad we'll never cross that line and reach that point of proximity. I 'm glad you didn't give in to my temper tantrums, my very own sweet custard.

I would have felt so helpless and I would have been so sore with myself for being a part of your life. I like it this way. I'm there....just close enough to get a daily inventory of what's happening in your life...if your leg is giving you problems, if you've finally stopped fasting on Saturday ( yes, that bothers me...anything that makes you uncomfortable for 2 seconds at a stretch bothers me. I haven't told you this to avoid another 2 seconds of discomfort). I'm there, and the daily inventory, abuses, mollycoddling, helps me survive through each day.

I hope my stars are screwed up enough to not let any one come close... we don't want the responsibility of ruining someone else's life, do we!