Wednesday, April 26, 2006

5 Things

5 things I like about my dad :

1. He doesnt rest until he gets something right
2. He's never lazy (unlike me)
3. He is always pampering me
4. He is very friendly.. all my friends in Bahrain used to like him
5. His chubbiness

5 things I like about mom :

1. Her communication style... she can inflict her thoughts on anyone !!
2. Her interior designing ( not a profession, just a hobby )
3. Her taking my side whenever me and my sister have a fight !
4. The amount of love she has for her sisters and brothers... ( though I feel they dont return the same amount of love )
5. Her singing.. she used to sing in Kerala Samajam in Bahrain. She gave it up shortly after having me.. nevertheless, she is still the main attraction in parties. But being the showgirl, she needs the extras - the mic, background music, the works. Otherwise, she refuses to sing !

5 things I like about sis :

1. She goes extreme in whatever she does.. whether its loving or hating. There are no neutral feelings for her.
2. The way she carries herself. I always looked up to my sis. In the looks department, I compare everyone with my sister and they fail to make a mark. She isn't the typical fair Indian girl. Her complexion is dusky. But her features are perfect. Big eyes, nice smile! She also has the 'I will hit you if you mess with me' kind of attitude which I simply adore :))
3. Like dad, she too is extremely friendly
4. The way she takes care of me. I remember a baby video in which we both were in a swimming pool. Her friends were around too. I was using a tube. Wherever she went, she used to drag the tube ( with me in it ) with her. And then I got bored, she started making some weird movements in water to make me laugh. Whenever I see the video, I fast forward to see that particular scene coz I find it so touching. Also, whenever me and mom end up in a fight, I would start crying... and she would start crying too, and comfort me at the same time...
5. She loves expanding my wardrobe !!

Sunday, April 23, 2006

The Positive Energy Stimulator

Feng Shui. Though the word is unknown to many Keralites, most of them are firm believers of it. They feel furniture has to be arranged in such an order to avoid bad luck. Feng Shui, but, does not induce any bad luck. But there are many popular myths about it. One such scam is about it bringing us a lot of money. Feng Shui is practised just for the sheer purpose of bringing us positive energy, to feel good about ourselves. It is said to bring a balance to our busy , unscheduled life.

My mom had bought a golden frog and a golden statue ( a bald man with a big tummy holding his hands up as if he was lifting something). Dont know if they have any special kind of name. But we later found out that they are part of Feng Shui. They were to be kept in special positions. My mom got scared and gave it away. Now she is happy. Kind of weird that a thing which is supposed to make you feel happy, made mom so tensed and worried when it was with her. Now, when its no longer with her, she is so much more at peace with herself.

My friends also bought chinese bells which looked 'oh-so-pretty' to me. Then I came to know they are also... yes, yes... a positive energy stimulator. I feel its all in the mind. If you believe that positioning such things in the so-called right positions can make you feel happy, then you will definitely will. How ? Coz you have programmed your mindset to think like that. You believe everything will go right from now on just coz you follow Feng Shui. Feng Shui will set everything right. Feng Shui will protect me from all evils. Feng Shui will make me happy !! Won't such thoughts make you feel happy ? By feeling protected, you are bound to feel happy!

Monday, April 17, 2006

Life or Meth

It is on rare occasions that I sit to watch the Oprah Winfrey show and today was one such day. She discussed about the effect of Crystal Meth (Methamphetamine) on people of all ages. Chatel Dean is just 18 and she had already experienced the 'happy' world of the crystal drug. This drug which can be taken orally or even injected, is supposedly the most dangerous drug in America. Everyone who had taken it said they got addicted from the first shot itself. Chatel started taking the drug coz her friends told her to do so, and she just wanted to give them company. She didnt want to be left alone. She didnt want to stand apart from her friends. Even worse, she did not have the courage to say 'No'. Its tragic how children from good families fall prey to such things.

She finally decided for rehab and is fine now except for her mood swings and her bickerings with her mom. Normal teenage problems. The next person who recovered was a 35+ woman with a teenage son. This American, got bored of her marriage, found a new partner who was a crystal Meth addict and together they enjoyed very many fun filled( and Meth filled) evenings. She , like Chatel, thought it would be very easy to venture away from the drug only to realize the fatal truth later. Whats even more pitiful, is that her son who realized his mom enjoyed what she did, started taking the drug himself. The boy went into rehab first and recovered much before his mom did ! The irony of the situation was that the addicted mom took her addicted son to the rehab first. When the boy was getting counselling inside the hospital, his mom would rush outside in order to get a puff of the drug. She was that addicted. When asked if he thought if his mom was a hypocrite, he readily said 'yes!' much to the embarrassment of his mom.

What leads people to take such drugs? I think its mostly curiosity. What does it feel like ? Next, they dont want to be left out. So whatever their friends do, they do too. It takes real courage to say no to such things. That too, to your friends. Even after all the advises, people still do drugs. They just want to enter an unknown world with no sorrows, no pains, no happiness... no feelings whatsoever. And the truth is no one gains from this. Not you, not your family, not your friends. Life or Meth ? Choose life. Say no to drugs!

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Nesting In

Reaching back home after a long journey, instead of feeling downright tired.. I felt a strange sense of ecstacy. Inspite of the fact that I had slept only about 1 and a half hour or so the previous night, I was able to hold on. I did my morning rituals, had breakfast and then plopped into bed. What made me stay all awake till then ? Just the feeling of reaching back home...

I was a hostelite for 1 year, and I had enjoyed it. I liked being with my friends. Thought of staying there till my course gets over. But that didnt happen. When my mom came back from Bahrain, and when I was back at home... the entire plan went haywire!! The word 'hostel' started to irritate me. I started going more from home sweet home and eventually vacated my room at hostel to let the other unfortunate souls occupy it. Maybe it was the pampering. Mom giving in to my sulkings, being able to do what I want without thinking about others, eat when you want to , never having those hunger pangs again.... there was something about home which was magnetic.

The good thing about hostel is that you can study a lot without any distractions.. right ? WRONG ! With so many people your age , so many things to talk about and so little time.. where is the time to study ? And after all the interaction, you lose all your energy.. hence you go eat and straightaway go to sleep. The marks remain the same. When you reach back home, there is still no time for studying coz you missed out on all the TV viewing when you were at hostel. So you become a couch potato and sit in front of the TV to see what Tulsi is upto in kyunki and Prerna is upto in kasautii. All the extra food also makes you more drowsy and you go to sleep. And you wake up again at night to chat ( In my case, with my dad) at 11 pm coz the rates go down. Who the hell would study after that ???

College life is certainly about all play and no work whether you are at home or at hostel. So parents please take note. If your kid has pledged never to study when he/she enters college, your pushing, cajoling, moving kid to hostel, back from hostel to home wont do any good. Whats the solution ? Let the kid do what the kid wants to do...

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Goan Dreams

Just back from Goa.. ( yeah, I am always back from something or the other since the past few posts ). Had a verrryyy good time.. except for the last day. The trip mostly included visiting beaches and most of my cash went down on hogging. Almost felt like I had visited Goa just to eat. I ate a lot of things, which I wanted to eat. All the unhealthy food actually. Street food. The pani puris, bhel puris tickled my taste buds to no end. Actually, I want to eat pani puri right now just to get the bittersweet taste back into my mouth.

The beaches reminded me of the beaches at Bahrain except that I never used to let the Bahrain sea water touch my hair. Thats not the only reason. My parents never allowed me to play intimately with the sea. The sun in Goa treated my skin very badly. My mom told me I look like if I had been painted black and white. Black from face to neck , hands and white elsewhere. And oh yes.. I forgot about one more difference from Bahrain beaches. The nude people. Ugh!

I went to visit one St.Francis church too. I like the feeling associated with churches. Very peaceful and holy. Not like visiting temples where the atmosphere is always conjusted. People are always in a rush. Rush to pray and see the statue of God first. Rush to leave the temple first. I dont feel like a Hindu at all. And a girl in my class also told me I dont look like one. She told me I look more like a Christian. Maybe whats on the mind, reflects on the features too. Hmmm....

I wanted to experiment with my food. Wanted to eat more Goan food. I have heard its very spicy. The only thing I ate was crab and I had difficulty eating coz of no prior experience. Rest of the time I had to make do with South Indian food coz everybody else was having it.

The last day (5th day) I felt quite moody coz I was returning home. I might never get the chance again. I will never get to go anywhere again with my friends. And all the songs and games took place on the last day when I was feeling least interested. And all the noise made me feel like crying out loud " WHY THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE SO HAPPY?!!?!? IT'S THE LAST DAY OF OUR TOUR" ... but being the nice girl that I am, I just kept shut and cried instead. Hence, spoiling someone else's mood too. The only highlight of the day was meeting a small cute girl (prerna) who tried her best to ignore me, but failed at last. We started blabbering in baby talk and at last she gave me one of the sweetest smiles I have ever seen.

These are only *some* of my experiences. Whatever I did, I enjoyed. Even if it was just watching and seeing others enjoy ( except for the last day... ) . Would sum up my tour as follows :

Happiness - 90%
Sadness , anger- 10%
loneliness - 0% ( I dont feel alone at all, even if I have no company.. )