Survival of the Stationary...

I haven't posted anything for a very, very long time and I guess that gave me perspective instead of using this site as a virtual and very public substitute for a diary. I went on a trip to Central India with my friends, I found a love for debating and passed the eight grade.
I think for this post I'll just focus on the foremost. So, for the first time in my short life my parents sent me on this trip with my school to Gwalior, Orccha and Jhansi.I had to take care of myself which in itself wasn't that much of a big deal, some crappy food, long, winding hours on the road driving from one dusty, hot place to another but I'm just grumbling here, there were real pros too.......being with friends and bunking with them is definitely not boring and all those silly little pranks that one plays when there are only two adults on the hotel floor were played to the max!
                 We went to these really ancient forts which used to house an array of princesses, queens, kings, some evil, some decent but they all fought and you could see the signs of all those tumultuous, never ending wars showing on the once pretty palaces. Those sapphires and emeralds so laid with so much care and effort were mercilessly looted from the walls of the queen's palace and in the basement of the Gwalior fort once used to have eight swing sets for the kings eight queens but the later emperors ransacked the lush, extravagant room and turned it into the very opposite intent with which it was built, a torture chamber.
                And almost in every town we went and every old site we saw, the untamed wilderness had crept into the finely manicured gardens of Aurangzeb's age, there were bare rooms with little, empty slots were we're told that diamonds used to lay.The walls had turned yellow, wolves and dogs had taken a habit to strolling across those stately courtyards but despite it all, those enormous, aged monuments had survived war after war, famine and drought alike, those dome topped historical beauties had a way of poking through the wild trees and shrubs as if telling you that 'It doesn't matter what you put around me or in me , I have survived mare than a few centuries and I'll find a way to survive the next few.'
               I think they will. 

Friends....what would I do without them?

Its kind of hard to really explain what friendship is. Over the years man bonded with each other through some pretty tough times, whether it be fighting off dinosaurs together or huddling for warmth during the Ice Age, we've stood by each other.It doesn't matter if you've known them for 5 minutes or since you were in diapers...a friend is a friend.I heard this quote once -

             "Friendship is like peeing in your pants, it feels warm and fuzzy but only others can see it."

Kinda gross but true!And I think friendship really grows when you stick up for each other.They can be embarrassing for sure but what matters is they stick by you through thick and thin.

                 I lost touch with most of my friends during winter break and I was pleasantly reminded when a really good friend shared this blog, who virtually no one reads and every time another close friend reads my blog and tells me that its good,I feel reassured and I think that everyone needs friends, doesn't have to be someone your age, doesn't have to be the same gender, hell, doesn't have to be human! Get a dog(because they rock!) or a cat! but someone to grow and learn with, to fight and make up with...its all a part of life and if you don't have some one to call your "person"...then get one before its too late because speaking from experience they rock.

  P.S. -This is for all of my wonderful friends who support regardless of well, anything! I couldn't write this without you guys.

Remembering A Hero.

I don't know her name. Nobody did. But that won't stop the whole country from remembering her as the braveheart who indirectly awakened the whole country of India to the common women's plight. They say that every 20 minutes a women gets raped in India.If that isn't scary I don't know what is.
                  Women have been raped for a long time but when the Delhi braveheart got raped in a bus and thrown outside on the road with her companion for an hour, India raised its voice.Everyone, whether it be the youth or the more older generation, raised their long forgotten voice and protested against the rape of India's daughters.
             I wonder, if she had even thought about the possibility? The possibility that when she boarded an empty bus with her male companion that she would be raped by  6 men and that this would cause one of the most biggest uprises in India. She probably didn't, no one did but regardless it happened and a few days back India's young braveheart was fighting for her life in a Delhi hospital , she was airlifted to Singapore  but after numerous surgeries and so much strain, she died but not before giving her statement and having the devils responsible arrested.
         Protests still  rage on and they may die soon this young lone warrior will live on in every Indian's hearts as an icon of courage because the kind of troubles she had are by no circumstances ordinary and she was strong till the end.
R.I.P. 

Merry Christmas! (and a few other thoughts)

Well, its the end of the year, and it just feels so unreal. It feels like it was only yesterday that I was roaming around in shorts, sucking popsicles and now here I am, freezing by butt off, covered in layers upon layers of any sort of clothes I could get my hands on (really, anything) and the fog is like an enormous white blanket covering the whole city. I mean I can't even see the trees from my apartment?!?! Its crazy! but more on that later.
       So, we survived the "apocalyse" (yeah, right) . I mean most people would look at this as a chance to take life by the horns or some other cliche they use in a shrink's office but everyone I know is lamenting on Facebook how they were just waiting for the world to come to an end, (last time I checked they didn't really have an express pass to heaven did they?). But I think everyone is just plain tired, cause I sure as hell am. I need something to excite me but now even this blog doesn't, I mean lets be honest, the only person who reads it is my best friend, that too after pestering her to read it. But maybe it starts out like this for everyone who gets famous or maybe I'm just a loser uploading post after post onto a depressing blog which no one reads? Maybe that is life? I always thought that each life had some sort of story to tell. Maybe I was wrong.Too many maybes and not enough sureties......hmm.This was a weird Christmas, for sure. A lot of thinking, not too much doing! But hopefully my unbelievably boring life will unravel into some spectacularly, famous story but odds are they won't but that doesn't mean that it won't be a good story, right?

Every life has some inspiration, some effect on others, all we can hope for is that our lives affect people in the right way.

By the way -  Merry Christmas! 

Money. money, money!

Money is a fickle mistress. Everyone should know that. Sometimes I really think that good times are utterly ruined by money. Don't get the wrong message, all I want to is to give out an observation so, in the risk of sounding rude, take it or leave it.

                                   Money, is omnipresent.Its the truth, everywhere we go, everything we see almost always will be tied back to money.I wonder what it would be like to live in a land where money was a foreign concept? Maybe we would barter? But the world I know, is too far gone for such a drastic change, but that doesn't stop me from wondering, right? 

                                  At some point or another everybody's lives have been affected by money, for the better or for the worse but money never favors someone all through their lives. At some point, it will simply stop being on your side, I mean was it ever on your side to begin with, was it just an illusion? Like I said, fickle mistress.

                                 Its hard to write about it, because it bears no loyalty, it has no soul but how then, can it still play such a major deciding role in our lives? The mind boggles.

                                They say that man kills for one of three things - Passion, Greed and Money. 

                                 Would the person who invented money gone through with it if they could see what it has done to us? I wonder.....

                               

Hold Your Breath.

Alright, so I want to basically talk about a very common enemy in almost all of our lives -  school.
   Horrid for most, prime time of their lives for some, school is a very prominent part of people's lives regardless of whether you were -
1) the most popular kid in school
2)the most picked on
3) just in the middle of these two.
                    It plays a huge role shaping you up for the rest of your lives. Which of these three options am I you ask? Well, I'm a transfer kid so I usually go from 2 to 3 and before I reach 1, I get a transfer. Frustrating, right? Sometimes, I feel myself holding my breath in school and it feels like that, like school is just someplace where you have to hold your breath and adapt and when you get back home everything turns out to be okay.But , somehow I still feel like I'm hiding my true self in but I can't figure out how.......teenage years, huh?
                      But if I've learnt something from movies like Cinderella Story, never keep an ugly secret that can embarrass you because the evil stepsisters and a mean cheerleader will make the aim of their puny lives to reveal that in public.
                       Back to the main point, I think I'm too much of a chameleon sometimes, probably because I'm too scared that as soon as I start to open up , I'll get transferred.Its like being torn between two worlds which are as different as heaven and hell.
                       But I over think a lot of stuff, someone remind me not to make this blog about myself! :)

The tale of Pigey , the pigeon....

I was going to blab about perfection today but I've been distracted by the sight of a one-legged pigeon. The pigeon (whom I'm gonna call pigey for the duration of this post) was just like any other monotonous feathered bird from the top but when he started to walk.....well, limp I noticed how he relied on a sole leg and then he took off leaving me at the window yelling "Pigey, pigey, come back...." Yeah, pretty sad, eh?
                         I think we take too many things for granted.Lets start with my generation, what my parents look to as a privilege, we take for granted as if it were as common as air....want an example, hmmm...... - the Ipod, Iphone, Ipad , pretty much everything "I" and our cellphones. Bet that one hit the heart, huh? But all this aside, sometimes I think we get really muddled up in life and a little too much sometimes. When do we take time out to smell our coffee? We gulp it down with ferocity because we're late for our jobs or chores or whatever. How can we live in such blissful ignorance? I mean to say, come out of your shells, please! These materialistic shells which delude the everything of significance from our eyes. We should feel lucky to be able to walk, to talk, to sing (even if it sucks) and to be alive.And man should take each and every one of these gifts and put it to good use because then only can we leave the world knowing that we have made it a better place from when we first came in. So, don't spend your life hiding in this hypothetical shell, embrace your gifts and you embrace life and all that it has given you.