Why I Love Men

I know I give all the women in my Life way too much importance that I tend to forget what all the men do( I can see all of you in my mind's eye saying - Don't we all.). So let me get this right. This is for all the men who have been a part of my life - My Father, Uncle, Brothers, Friends and ex- Boyfriends. I know I've taken all of you for granted because it's so so easy to communicate with a woman who shares my pain rather than you who don't understand why it is that I need to be crazy and teary, bright and bubbly, sarcastic and corny.

Here's to all my Men.

• It's your silence when I share a part of me, and even when you don't know how to react, being quiet is sometimes the best thing there is to offer as comfort.
• It's that masculinity though very annoying and inappropriate if you ask me to change my clothes a dozen times to please you, makes it endearing that you chose to be protective that way.
• It's when you snarl at other men gawking at me and shift closer to my side with a hand on my shoulder or waist.
• That smile in your eyes when you're proud of the way I talk you down in any argument or spar with words so it ends in a playful war of words and nothing else.
• It's also the small surprises and shy, awkward glances (on first dates usually) that don't come back, so you re-live it only in memories. 
• It's how you're interested in the friends I make and want to hear all the things we talk about just because you wonder what silly-girl talk is all about.
• It's how you assume responsibility of  being in the role of bread-winner so effortlessly.
• It's that easy - to - go attitude to take charge when things go wrong and put your best foot forward at times of a crisis.
• It's that absolute and passionate love - the way you do your thing.
• The way you walk your walk and talk you talk. Smooth Operator, alright.

Why do I love Men?

The easiest answer to that is that they constantly surprise me. It's their tenderness underneath all that hard exterior. If I find it hard to see through an angry man. A friend gave me a useful tip ' Imagine a hurt child in his place' and you're perspective changes completely.

Fear and Music.

I was reading this blog the other day. That's where I've been gathering all my inspiration from apparently. I think that's where most people derive their inspiration from - other people's blogs. I have this terrible and annoying habit of straying from a point verbally or written which is saying a lot. So back to reading that blog and she ( the Author) says after she writes a article is when she realizes it's so far away from the title. Taking a feather from her book or post in this case I'm leaving my title blank until after I'm done writing this.

Living with my Parents has it's ups and downs. Mostly it's downs and terrible down in the ground feelings. Not good when you're wallowing in that feeling. Today I realized I can do two things simultaneously, which is listen to the happiest music and still cry like a baby because I know my mind's trying to make me believe that I can get through it. But it's fooling me. It just is.

My whole life is changing and I don't think I'm ready for it. I don't want to be ready for it. Why? The next few years apart from being highly unstable financially makes it the aftermath of a world war in my head. Disaster!
I know it's going to be alright if I keep my wits around me but when I open my eyes the sudden change in my life baffles me.

Why now? Why couldn't it have been a few months earlier when I was earning reasonably well.

Sometimes life spring's the nastiest surprises on you. I was thinking If I sleep off a few 20 years will I wake up to a better life for myself or worse? I wish sleep could cure all my worries. If there ever was a sleep pill to rid the world of troubles I would pioneer it.

I'm scared of my uncertain future. I don't feel up to facing it. I won't spill some dramatic story of positiveness when today's the day I gave myself a vacation from my happy helium balloon. I don't like what sadness does to me. I look hard at myself and realize this is not who I was a year ago. I faced far worse and I could still laugh it off at the drop of a hat.

While I cried , I laughed at how foolish my little salty trails felt against my skin. And then the Music took me to a different place.

Christmas with Cartoon Network

Every Christmas as a child I would curl up on the sofa and watch Cartoons the entire day.Since there wasn't much to keep us entertained and watching TV was a novelty. We would get to watch only after home-work and sometimes never when our parents were home from work. So cartoons the whole day - Oh whoopi do!

Cartoons grew up too. Now everything on cartoon network is different and so are (obviously) show timings. But, I still remember my afternoon cartoons where I would watch Swat Kats, Dexter's Laboratory, Jonny Quest, The Mask, Scooby- Doo, The Adams Family...all in the right order. There is something about those old cartoons that has a little charm of it's own.

I always loved watching the Jetsons and the Flintstones, two families that require a whole section for description. My favorite episode is when both families time travel from space age to pre-historic stone age times and learn how things have changed.

On Christmas day all cartoons were dressed for the holiday and special episodes aired on Cartoon Network the entire day. Also one of the best things about cartoon network was that they stayed on 24 hours that day. On other days they reserve 12 hours to Cartoon Network and the rest was dedicated to TNT http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TNT_(TV_channel)

I love Christmas as you can see and I won't shut up about it very fast.

To be a reckless Teen again

After years of being away from home. I have returned to the place where I was born. It's different to say the very least. I now live with my parents and a younger brother who is in his teens.

My post is half-inspired by his antics and more of how everyone at home reacts to them. Not surprisingly, I'm the villain when taking his side when there are fights. Only now is when I realize the best thing to say is - nothing. It's fairly easy to take sides when you have been through the same battle with your parents and you see history repeat itself.

My mother delivers a deadly counter-attack when I step in during any controversy. Her golden words ' ....you won't really understand until you have your own kids.' Needless to say that puts a stop to my meddling to make things better and I slink away quietly into the other room to appear busy.

I have also noticed that everything and every minor flaw gets intensified and maximized around parents. I don't blame them. Who knew their 20-something-year-old daughter ( Age withheld because I want to appear mysterious) would come back to wreak havoc in their orderly lives?

To be a teenager again and love so completely without any holds and no exceptions. I just reminisce on those times. I ran into a class-mate from school and we both realized how much things have changed, and also how our features are so much better now than before.

It isn't that we are ugly as kids. Being in the terrible teenage years can be kind to some and a bitch to some. Mine was the latter. So now when people come up to me remarking on how 'different' I look. It doesn't faze me. I've seen them at their worst too (pimples, acne, weird hair-do included).

The difference is that I never dissed them at their worst.
 

Camouflage is nature's craftiest trick

 The new age of social media is a huge hit and grand success. Social media feeds of emotions we put into updating our status, gathering our friends, 'liking pages/comments/groups'. I started writing this post because I was watching a popular TV show " Dexter" and  the main character - Dexter (obviously) begins his episode by saying 'Camouflage is nature's craftiest trick'. Definitely something worth pondering over.

People in these times pretend to be happy. They manage to do that by fooling themselves into some false sense of security and using social media-their tool to happiness. I don't know what's worse, either they make their sorrow official by getting sympathy comments or they post pictures to ensure they let the world know how busy and full their social calendars are via twitter or more commonly used facebook.

For a regular user of all social applications myself. I know it feels like the pot calling the kettle black. But, give me some credit since I'm aware of my shortcomings and don't plead ignorance at the very least. We've made ourselves exhibitionists without even signing up for it.

Can I take off my Happy Mask now? 

The thing is who is going to notice and whether those who do, really care to know the reason behind it. Every time  I take a look around me there are walking zombies who are trying so hard to pretend their lives are better than others.

Also, who pretends to be happy? I know i'm missing some universal secret here but when I'm NOT happy I can't pretend otherwise.