Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts

Monday, December 24, 2012

No Different [358/365]

Though I've been blogging for a few years, 2012 was a particularly nice year.
I've been able to polish my writing and climb the All India Rankings steadily. I'd set myself a target to write a post every day of the year and barring a few exceptions, kept up the count.

Apparently women have always been a concern. Last year, we had Kanimozhi and the thousand scams. Things aren't too cheerful this year either.

I wonder if there are people who ever introspect and think if anything changed. If the victim of a crime is healing. Public amnesia is no longer a fictional term. It is a fine art practiced at every level of society. Until December, when lists come out.

When I compiled my list for 2011, I was surprised how little we hear about in India. Our lives are controlled by the media who decides what we hear and see.

But then who's complaining?


Sunday, January 01, 2012

My 365 Challenge: 'Being Current'

It's that time of the year again. When the adventurous in us decide to make resolutions for the next 12 months. 

'Quit smoking' appears to be a popular resolution. Not something most tobacco companies would cherish waking up to. 
Next on the list would be save money and resist the urge to splurge. Again, not good for the retailers. 


I've never bothered to create a resolution because there is something in me that fights against such a resolution the moment one is created. 


Many I know have decided on the 365 day challenge (Nevermind the leap year). People who enroll/choose such a challenge and they must do something interesting every day of the year. And document it online.


Now this could be the beginning of something nice!

My resolution for this year:

Sharper and better, I've resolved to write more consistently and prolifically. Now, while this could mean that I could end up dredging the internet and giving you a 'India TV' kind of kitsch, I intend to focus on news that actually make a difference. 
It could be anything; could be about that homeless bloke winning a million $ in lottery, who then spends it on women, booze and then goes back to living on the streets; or it could be about that heart rending story of how separated twins found each other after decades; it could be pure evil or puppy love. And everything in between. 







United shouts of joy!

Neetha had never witnessed the usual new year celebrations, so when she asked if I could show her around, I obliged.

So as soon as we finished the late night 'watch night' service at church, we headed towards Central Bangalore; which is normally deserted at 1 am. What met us instead was total chaos and anarchy. thousands of people- on foot, 3 in a bike, on top of cars, sun-roofs, on bonnets, and hanging out of open windows - cheering, howling, dancing.  Half naked.

The sheer volume of humanity cheering at about the same time, most of who are almost half drunk on cheap beer and inexpensive vodka, at complete strangers is so hearty and annoying at the same time.

Seeing as I have a phobia towards shaking hands with strangers, I either nod my head in approval or simply smile.  And these are the same people who you'd be utterly rude to or suspicious about if you met them when they are sober.


The camaraderie that people display towards each other is infectious. You'd see half drunk men, standing at the middle of the road hi-fying anyone who cares to return the love. Love is truly in the air.
Single women or women who appear vulnerable can feel overwhelmed though. But the cops did a mighty good job making sure the women were escorted and got a cab.


Overall, an experience that you must witness and perhaps participate in. Neetha for one, has checked this off her bucket list. 


My prayer, however would be that 'God's will prevail in everything that happens in my life' I wouldn't want it any other way.
My Resolutions? Well, that is still a work in progress but I'll have something in a day.


But here's wishing all my readers, friends and colleagues the best that life has to offer you this year. 


 


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Happy New Year!

The 52nd week of a year is always the most anticipated week.

I particularly enjoy reading the 'lists'. Of the new rich, of famous deaths, of milestones and unfortunate natural calamities and man-made disasters. The top 10 and the bottom 20. 
The creme de la creme of everything that matters and of everything that doesn't.

The time of the year when you retrospect on all that you did and didn't accomplish. 
A time when you look forward to a much better year ahead nevermind if you have been trailing behind with a crappy year already.
A time when everyone is euphoric and pessimistic at the same time. 


But what I really love are the frenzied commercials for new year's eve parties and the outrageous prices for couple tickets (with unlimited beverages and food, of course). Ranging from the modest (Rs1499/-) to the insane (Rs 24999/-), these parties promise you fire-breathers from the Orient, belly dancers from the Middle East, the hottest DJ's from the West and exotic themed parties.

I've been to two of these parties with a former girlfriend who'd hop parties and clubs like it was going out of style. On one of my visits to a new year's eve party, I recall the astronomical price of the tickets (at Rs 4999/-, it was a bomb 8 years ago). Being one of the most expensive parties does have it's advantages - it keeps the riff raff out. 
Off the 300 or so that came to the party, nearly all the women who came to the party were dressed in their finest, skimpiest party wear. A snip here or a tug there and the entire garment would have come off. Of course, you'd definitely want the attire to fall off when you are drunk and ready for some 'enchanting moments' with a person you'd normally not even get to second base. And second base they did. Over the course of the night, I saw nearly every couple in varying degrees of undressing and making merry in a way that you'd otherwise only see in a porn. Many of the women were carried off by their burly 'boyfriends' in the wee hours of the morning. 
Some were still naked and lying in a corner. Inebriated,  raped and oblivious.
What a wonderful way to ring in the new year!
And that was the last time I ever been to one of the eve parties.


What is about the New year and Christmas that makes people want to drink and make merry? I find it obnoxious that people associate Christmas and the New Year with partying and unfettered crapulence.

Surely, celebrate, drink to good health, prosperity and peace. 
But this time of the year should really be about reflecting on what we need to do to achieve our goals in the year to come. 

After all, goals are not self-fulfilling. 
Only prophesies are. 


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