Bring It on 2013

The New Year has finally arrived. It is a new year... second chance, new beginning... Blah Blah Blah!  With the arrival of a New Year i definitely feel glad for it is a reason to celebrate but, there are some irritating aspects too.

Yesterday, while I was out on a casual walk I found the road full of people dressed flambuoyantly, desperate to barge into the nearest disco and dance like crazy.

Point 1: I hate dancing and I don't understand the concept of dancing frantically like a mad-man with my hair flying in all directions, that too in a disco; where the blaring noise just blows off my temper. I find it lame, but I don't mean to offend anyone who is fond of this...

From today I have to remember to write 2013, in every test paper, assignment or what so ever thing I write. 2012 had been an exciting year, with it's own twists and turns. With the end of 2012 I feel wiser, and yes by wiser I feel more intelligent. Anyway, enough of this philosophical talk...

So the other annoying part of New Year is, the resolution agenda.

Point 2: Lately, a few people have been asking me what my resolutions are. My reply was, 'Are you mad?' Back then, when I was an ignorant, foolish kid... I used to make up impossible resolutions like studying for 6 hours, one hour of keyboard practice, backed with half an hour of play... And That's the reason I stated that now I feel wiser, I have realized that making resolutions are one of the most stupidest thing I've ever done in life; because I hate to live by rules. I like to be free, free like a bird.

People have been asking me my plans for New Year.

Point 3: Why is there such a hype about New Year? Why is it that all resolutions are made today? In fact, if you actually want to do something; do it at that very moment. Why wait for some calender to change to change yourself? For me, New Year means tasty food, topped with some exciting movie on the television.

Tomorrow, my regular routine shall commence. And from tomorrow New year shall become just another year.

The Drama I wrote : God's having a conversation on the end of the world

Characters:

The God of Destruction

The God of Creation

The God of Water

The God of Protection (Savior)

Scene 1: The gods are seated in their heavenly couch; overlooking the lush apple gardens and they are having a casual discussion

The God of Creation: What are these ignorant humans gossiping about? The World is going to end? That wasn’t a part of your agenda this week, was it? (To the God of destruction)

The God of Destruction: May I! May I? (Foolishly) I would love to just blast this Earth into pieces. Let’s start afresh!

The God of Creation: Huh? Very funny, I take centuries to build a beautiful planet with so many wonders and you want to blow it up in a second? Just one boom and the Earth I created after centuries of hard work and toil will be gone! (Offended)

The God of Destruction: You never know! We could probably start life on some other planet, say… Mars? Ooh! That’s going to be fun. We will create new organisms, you know… That can survive the adverse conditions of the so called, ‘red planet’ and oh! New language too! I’m way too bored with this English.

The door opens. Both the gods turn their heads. The God of Water enters, clad in a dripping wet cloak.

Scene 2: The God of Water: I would apologize for interrupting your intense discussion, but I happened to be passing by the garden when I overheard your conversation.

The God of Destruction: You! Minor god! How dare you eavesdrop? Shame on you… (Arrogantly)

The God of Creation looks at him recommending him to stay calm

The God of Creation: What brings you here Minor God?

The God of Water: Have you thought of what will happen to gods like us? We will be doomed! Remember the last time you planned to create a new world? (Addressing the God of destruction) It was worse than recession! So many gods like us were deprived of work! If I aint wrong, you made me the god of infants! Oh my! My! What a pathetic experience it was, to take care of alien infants with no noses and 4 beady eyes. Your experiments are equivalent to the Great Depression in USA that set in after the, First or Second? (Scratching his head)  Second I suppose… Second World War.

The God of Destruction: That’s the fun of a new world. You get to rectify your mistakes, besides it was good to see you do the nanny service. It is really monotonous to see that same blue thing every day. Let’s go red. (Enthusiastically) And don’t you worry, this time; every one gets an assured job. You, um-could be the God of… (Thinks) Volcanoes? I’ve heard of many volcanoes on Mars.

The God of Water: Well, the deal sounds good. I just hope in this whole drama of a new world, you don’t reduce my importance. I enjoyed being the god of the wonder liquid. I don’t want a demotion.

The God of Destruction: I swear on God (and laughs) as long as you serve well you shall always be an asset to us young man!

(The God of Water exits) Suddenly the news about the Sandy Hook Gun Firing flashes on a spotless clean LED smart TV.

The God of Creation: Oh my me! Now that guy is one ruthless fellow! How could he kill so many innocent lives? He ought to be punished. Send him to hell. (Says to God of destruction)

The God of Destruction: Hell is full! Over the past two centuries the number of good has declined and the number of bad has risen rapidly! You should stop creating so many people… But, on a serious note… That guy is a psycho! I shall contact the God of Death to ensure that he pays for the sins he has committed. Things are going too out of hand. Terrorist attacks, firing, murder… The best way is to just restart.

Scene 3: The God of Protection (also nicknamed as savior) enters

Savior: God of Destruction, don’t you realize you are being a coward? You just want to run away from the problems that await us! And little do you realize that ruthless killers like Osama Bin Laden are also one of our creations! Rather than trying to correct the mistakes committed by man, you want to just get rid of it. This is not mercy killing, FACE IT!

The God of Destruction: (Irritated) This was just a discussion! I know you are the good guy… But, it was this man! (Pointing towards The God of Creation)

Wasn’t it you who started this discussion? I would say just chuck it. All I would say is that if World ends on 21^st   of   this month, don’t blame me. The only person to be blamed is man. If the world has to end, it will be solely because of man and his actions. He is the one who goes bombing nations, killing people. And I get blamed for it. (He storms out)

Savior: He is a little bugged up, but what he says is right. None of us are to be blamed if the world ends on 21^st. Because even if it does, it has to be because of another world war or some atom bomb… Definitely, not because of us. The Mayans were right. They had predicted that this would happen. They knew that there would be a day when humans would become their biggest enemies and they would finally destroy each other.

Last Scene: The God of Creation picks up the remote and changes the channel.

A test cricket match is going on

The God of Creation: Out! (He screams and does an Egyptian move. Looks around to see if anyone was looking and sits down again) Even Gods need a break… At last, cricket, my all time favorite. (Snuggles into the couch)

(Exit)

When I study Physics...

When I study Physics...


My Physics exam just came to an end. I am relieved.

I have successfully converted muscular energy into some unknown breed by writing my answers. But yet, inspite of so much hardwork and toil... Physics declares my efforts as none. Because, in Physics work is done only when i apply force and move (Ie- Displace) And this, is not said by me! It is said by some great, knowledgable soul.

By my above lines, I suppose it is quite clear that Physics aint my cup of tea. To be frank, I deteste that subject. But no offences! My best friend happens to love that subject... It is entirely subjective. For a person like me who likes to make her own theories and reasons, studying someone else's is an absoulte pain.

I remember, a person said, "Physics is a subject where one is not supposed to feel emotions. Appy the brain! Don't use your own logic."
Another person said, "Beta, Physics is a very easy subject. It is just what you see around you. Everything around you wants to tell you something! It is just a matter of listening."

These statements are not a product of my brain, they are true and they were said by two gentlemen who have lots of experience and knowledge on this subject.

I wonder, why Archimedes didn't go have a bath like a good child and come out. Why? Why did he observe so much? Ofcourse pragmatically, if this hadn't happened then things would have been way different and probably very primitive but this is what I feel when I do that subject.

I would salute Newton's dog (If this myth is true), Diamond. "Where ever your soul resides! You are great." Okay, I know this would anger physics lovers out there; but Honarable Diamond contributed to the relief of physics haters like me by accidentally tripping against a candle that ended up burning Newton's works,  some say it was a gust of wind... That is still unclear, whether it was Diamond or wind... However, I do pity Newton for his loss, because I do understand that he might have gone through trauma when he had seen that his papers turned into a pile of ash... What matters is that they got burnt :)

Coming back to my feelings and emotions towards this impassive subject...  My exam did go well. I am contended. After hours of torture, reference from various elephant like books and transformation of my spic and span table into a pile of junk; I am happy.

Feng - ah - Shui!

A perfect dream home would be a nice cottage, ambush amidst tress, far from the cacophony of the city... Add ons would probably be a glistening, clear brook or a farm land. I wouldn't say that it is impossible to find a home, ofcourse you can; provided you are ready to move out from the city, probably a hundred miles would do good. In a city, it is impossible. Forget a dream home, it would be a feat if you managed to find yourself a decent home especially in a place like Mumbai.

When you are old, retired and free from all burdens and duties of life your dream home would be:
An independent cottage, a few trees, a nice colony with old people like you and their grandchildren, a place where sparrows and crows would feed on your left-overs and close to the basic necessities of life.

When you are young or lets say in your middle age your home (Not Dream) would be:
A tiny flat with two windows to ocassionally peer out like a criminal, located close to your work place, child's school, hospital, supermarket, shopping arcade and  preferably a closed parking space for your hard earned vehicle.

Like any other family, we too have been on house hunting. What I would like to bring into picture is the pains one has to take when he looks for a house. Yes, buying a house is a lot different from buying clothes or anything that petty, but it is a PAIN. Our idea of a dream house was : Like I stated before, close to all the public places - centrally located, affordable and above all up to the standards of vaastu.

I belong to a family of astrologers and vaastu experts. This post is not meant to declare any of their predictions or views as fake, it is just my view. I dont mean to be a hypocrite. But Sometimes I don't know whether I believe in the vaastu voodoo. Sometimes it seems like some lame myth but sometimes circumstances force me to believe that yes, it is true.

Every time my family and I step into a house, be it for renting or buying purposes the first thing we do is get the trusty compass out. Basic criteria for filtering our search: house entrance's direction, cooking slab's direction and door setup, the extension of the house in terms of direction and finally proportionality of walls. So basically, if you expect all these to be perfect it would be impossible to get a home of your choice.

My say on this topic that has always been in the hit-list for debates: I hate to admit it but I do believe in it, but forcefully. I don't want to... There aint any external compulsion either but I'm forced because of real experiences. I know that things go horribly wrong when Vastu, feng-shui... goes wrong. But when one thinks practically it sounds absurd. Take for instance a condominium, almost all the flats defy the laws of vaastu... But does that mean that every soul residing in those flats is suffering? Probably it is just in the mind. When one tells you that your house has a hint of bad omen; every bad incident becomes a result of that one statement.

Our hunt continues. Every time we get into the cement caked under-construction flats we come out, not with any fruitful decision but we come out with a riot of sneezes. So, "Feng Ah! Shui". Our 'dream' house awaits us.