Decision Making

Never considered myself a very decisive person. My decisions in life so far have been based on things I dont want rather than what I do want. It has been made on things that are not too bothersome, things I dont mind or by simply just going with the flow. Even if there is something I really want and I find it hard to accomplish, I am the type who gives up and to do easier things in life. Why am I talking about all this? Just been doing a lot of self reflecting these days ( too much time). I have never worked hard for anything in life. I am not in the lest bit ashamed of this fact but it just makes me ponder. Like my university degree and my current research, these are not things I had a passion or desire of wanting to do. I knew I didnt want a teacher's degree, an art's degree, a business degree or a nursing degree, so by the process of elimination I chose sciences. It was not my fascination of the human body that drove me into this field. I am in no way saying that I did not enjoy my three years of Undergrad. I got to specialize in topics I like and have come to gain an understanding and liking for these subject. Likewise was my decision in choosing my research topic. The opportunity came along, it didnt look too troublesome, gave me another year to spend in Uni, so I grabbed it (truthfully I did attend an interview for the position, but it wasnt too bad). A line from an article is what comes back to me now: Many people have answered late to the all time school question, "What do you want to do in life?" (or something like that, it just means people have wasted their life not knowing what they want or ignoring their passion). I am still unable to answer that question and admire people with the answer. I wish sooner than later I come to realize what it is I love, so that I can be adamant about something in life.

Spontaneity

Recently I have been finding myself less and less spontaneous. It takes me so long to come up with any thing of interest to say on any topic. So am setting up a challenge to self. I am to come up with some thing witty in a couple of seconds. It doesnt include worlds like LOL and stuff, must be something creative...You must be thinking I have too much time, but maybe I do. So lets see how it goes. Maybe I should decide on when I get started :) and hopefully I dont cheat, because I do know that I come up with something passable or even applaudable when given time.

Arranged Marriage

This clip was too good other than the fact the girl looked looked a bit...whats the word...moody (PMS???, she didnt know how to enjoy a joke, the director is male, so a stereotypic perception of a girl, I guess). This clip confirms my views and remove my apprehensions about arranged marriages. It shows that love grows. It shows that arranged marriages are for people with heads on their shoulders. People who cannot fall in love with a random stranger. People who are practical. People who do not fall for phases like "the firecrackers went off", or "I felt the temperature of the blood run through my heart". People with a lesser imaginative power but a greater sense of reality. People who realize they have a life (not a fairytale) ahead to live.

Credits to Nars Krishnamachari for having made such a wonderful clip.

The Royal Wedding

29/04/2011

Just finished watching The Royal Wedding. I thought it would be best to describe 'the wedding' now as it is still very fresh in my memory. I would say it was simple. Simple can mean many things but it does not have to be particularly bad or good. I felt the drama was below my expectations; it was not magical and did not get me as excited as I was hoping to get. The bride's dress was again simple but elegant.

Getting past the simpleness of the whole thing, I cannot deny that it left every girl wanting to marry a prince. This I should acknowledge. I have always considered myself very level headed and practical, trying to achieve easier things in life. I have never been a girl to fancy pink or fairytail endings but today’s wedding made me long for an unachievable love story. Tomorrow for sure when I sleep my romance away and guarantee my level headedness rushing back into me, so for now let me savour my mood for roses.

Maybe I spoke too fast; maybe my level headedness is rushing in already. Yes, this wedding kept 2 billion viewers entertained, maybe this was the wedding of the year but I do not wish for such wedding to continue. I do not wish to watch William's son/daughter throwing such grand weddings. I feel Royalty should be abolished. Why do the Royal's get to throw such grand wedding out of tax payer’s money when the tax payer himself would struggle to have a decent wedding? Maybe princes should not exist then my longing would not exist.

Best quotes from 3 mistakes of my life

'Devotees, the Hindu religion teaches us to bear a lot. And we do bear a lot. So, today's discussion is "How much bearing is enough? Until when does a Hindu keep bearing pain?'"

Everyone nodded. My knees were stiff with pain from sitting cross-legged. I wondered if I should stop bearing pain right then and stretch my legs.

He signalled everyone to sit down on the carpet. Like a shoal of fishes, the saffrons separated from the whites and sat down in two neat sections.

'Where the hell do we sit?' Ish said as he turned to me. I had worn a blue T-shirt and couldn't find my colour zone. Bittoo Mama tugged at Omi's elbow and asked us to join the saffron set.

'Yeah, whatever. The Zeroes think different. But we are being run by old fogeys who never did anything worthwhile in their primetime. The Doordarshan generation is running the Star TV generation,' Ish said.

I clapped. 'Wow, wisdom is free at the Team India Cricket Shop.'

- Chetan Bhagat 

An Ardent Admirer

I was never much of reader. When my sister used to sits hours together with a book I preferred playing outdoors. But I eventually took up reading.

One of my first books was Sawmi and Friends by R.K.Narayan. I bought it in a school book fair. I guess it was one of my first 'real' books and therefore enjoyed it tremendously. It had a sense of me in it and left me with an unforgettable after-effect. From then on came this urge to meet the man who could describe everyday life with humour. This can be considered the prologue to this story.

With a bit of research I realized I was too late to meet the man himself. The next opportunity will come again only in my after-life as he had passed away two years back. With this my search died down. My life moved on with many things happening, like me and my family migrating abroad. And then after a couple of years with too much time to spare during the summer break I decided to take up one of the many R.K.Narayan's books that I owned. The one I chose was a book with a series of short stories called A Town Called Malgudi edited by S.Krishnan. This reignited my flame for the author. With time to spare and not much to do, I began collecting newspaper articles, interviews and all other sources of information on my most admired writer. One newspaper article stated news of his granddaughter living in Chennai. Idea! I am going to meet his granddaughter "she who shared a blood relationship with R.K.Narayan". BEWARE of FANS!

With Google to solve everyone problem it was a trivial affair to find his granddaughter's address. Yet in the beginning the addresses were misleading. I obtained the address of his grandmother's house in Purasawalkam and read elsewhere that the house had been demolished. After searching in Chennai White Pages for his grandson-in-laws name I did not achieve success. This was a time when the vastness of India population size had truly struck me. I obtained about 20 pages of search results for the same name. In a city with a population of 4.34million atleast a few people are bound to have the same name. I realized this was not taking me anywhere and so began again. I needed a more concrete search word. I went back to my collection of news articles and read over them again to discover that his granddaughter was looking after Indian Thought Publications which was started by R.K.Narayan and that he often used to visit his granddaughter's house in T.Nagar Chennai. This was the lead I was searching for. Typing Indian Thought Publications with T.Nagar did the trick. I landed myself with an address. BEWARE of desperate FANS with too much time to spare!

Summer holiday INDIA. The holidays were climaxing and in a days time I will be leaving India.

So adamant to accomplish my motive I started preparing for the visit. As Indian tradition had taught me never visit anyone empty handed I went and bought sweets for my visit. I wore my best clothes, shoes and checked the RavuKalam. I set out on my journey in search of the house, thrilled.

Number 15...16...17...18. There it was. If Mr.Narayan was alive I just might be sharing the same ground as him. A sense of immense joy and pleasure over came me. BEWARE of FANGIRLS with extremely good imagination! I moved forward to ring the door-bell when I realized that I hadnt thought this through well. Who was I going to proclaim I was was? What was my purpose for visiting her when her grandfather was no more? What if they thought I was her grandfather's stalker? These questions remained unanswered and I didnt ring the door-bell.

The sweets that I had bought were placed in the post box along with a note that read "From an ardent admirer of your grandfather R.K.Narayan".



- With love
Maya

Perfect world

Written with a bit of inspiration from an TV advertisement

In a perfect world, the tastier the food the healthier it would be, but the world isn’t perfect.

In a perfect world, every girl would look like Angelina Jolie and every boy would look like Brad Pitt, but sorry guys the world isn’t perfect.

In a perfect world, writing your assignment would be as easy as doing your FB status update, but the world isn’t perfect.

In a perfect world, everyone would give way to you while driving, but the world isn’t perfect.

In a perfect world, every cold morning would be declared a public holiday, but the world isn’t perfect.

In a perfect world, you would always be able to fit your favorite clothes, but the world isn’t perfect.

In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to worry about ethical consent to clone your favorite people, but the world isn’t perfect.

In a perfect world, you would always have money in every pocket, but the world isn’t perfect.
In a perfect world, people around you will always make you laugh, 

 Maybe the world is perfect....


(pictures acquired from unknown source)