Life As I Know It

“ This is the funny thing about growing up. For years and years, everybody's desperately afraid to be different, you know, in any way. And then, suddenly, almost overnight, everybody wants to be different, and that is where we win. ” - Mitchell Pritchett  ( Modern Family Season 1 Episode 18) I like escaping people. I have been told time and again that I am blunt. I don’t know any other way of being. I can’t smile and be all pink and cotton candy-ish. I have re–lived most my school horrors on this blog. This should give everyone a fair idea as to why I am not keen on staying in touch with my classmates. Thanks to Whatsapp though, one person who had my phone number added me in our Xth Standard Group. Thanks to said person every person I was avoiding has my phone-number. You’d think over a decade later people would at least “Grow Out” of their cliques. Nah! That is expecting too much. I am okay with the cliques. I think I got so used to it that their existence just didn’t m...

The feeling is fleeting and yet for the mere seconds that the thought lasts you realize that you are watching the evolution of a generation that claims to be less corrupt and one that is equipped to take on the world. At the same time you notice that this so called generation has a thick pseudo american accent, ideas are plenty but do they apply to us [Indians] and whether this flash of insight was just a piece read in the news paper? Seriously after having moved to Bangalore I have started noticing things that weren’t so evident in Mysore . Things like a person’s attitude towards people – In case you are dressed up like a westerner you evidently have brains. [because you need to have brains to have a very well coordinated psychedelic wardrobe.] Any one clad in salwar kameez or anything remotely Indian is “ Oh! so still living in the dark ages!” . Anyone who speaks English is smart. Anyone who speaks Hindi is a gawar. Anyone who paints her nails black, bottle ...

“Cd u ps hlp m wit mms 4 d mt on md? I hv no id hw 2 prcd. No bc ps cal.” This text was sent to me and try as I may I could not decipher the whole message except for the last part that says “cal”. So I called my friend. Here is the translation, “Could you please help me with the memorials for the moot on Monday? I have no idea as to how to proceed. No balance please call.” I like words spelt completely. I don’t use abbreviations unless it is universal and can make sense to one who is not so keen on using them. It is true about language being the worst tool for communication. My generation has been further successful in totally disabling this tool of its very purpose.