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We want bans.

Of recent, the Indian Government has been ridiculously infamous for banning a lot of things in India. A few instances which flash momentarily when I think of the word ‘ban’ are the ban on Uber, ban on the BBC documentary India’s Daughter, ban on Nestle Maggi and the latest in the series is the meat ban!

Since it seems like the nature to ban things won’t change any time soon, here’s a list of bans which could make the Government look slightly better in the eyes of the common people. Free PR advice! Take it more than you leave it.

  • India is a multicultural, multilingual, multiracial, multireligion (if such a word exists) country. The number of Hindu Gods alone are 330 million. One can barely fathom truly how many festivals India celebrates in a year. Here in Calcutta, almost each area has a separate pandal (makeshift bamboo structures, often elaborate and adorned) which house bigger-than-life-sized clay structures of the Gods and Goddesses as per the occasion. And there are speakers installed at each one of those which play music almost all round the festival day. Which music, you’d ask. Spiritual music, you’d expect. They play Bollywood songs. Most of which had been created by the music directors purely for the purpose of being danced on after downing a few shots at the pub. This needs to be banned, if not to spare us mortals, then at least to spare the Gods from listening to that rubbish. (A friend tells me that even blood donation camps organised by some local clubs are a flimsy excuse for playing loud music all day long.)
  • There’s a beautiful and talented cousin, Sarita, who thinks it would be a favour to ban indecent and tasteless ‘creative’ musical content produced by some artists rather than crackers on Diwali! Hers is a strong demand but then of late that is exactly what we’ve been treated to. For all those who’re unaware of what I am talking about, here’s a short list :

Laila Teri Le Legi

One Two Three Four

Dhating Naach

Saree Ke Fall Sa

Aaj Blue Hai Paani

On a serious note, I’ve met kids, both affluent and poor, who recite these crude lyrics faster than the multiplication table of 13. And if that isn’t a cause for concern, then I’ll have to look up the meaning of concern again.

  • Vartika, a friend, complains about the usage of footpaths as roads by two wheelers. (Another friend was travelling by a three-wheeler auto when the auto driver chose to drive on the footpath scaring the life out of her!) Neha from Joie de Vivre wants hawkers to be removed from footpaths. What’s happening to our pavements? They’re being used by everyone apart from pedestrians. Surely the transport ministry would want to look into that .

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : This post is in no way a ridicule of the Indian society or our Government. No nation, society, religion or culture is perfect. But there’s always hope that things will get better, sooner or later. And this is what some of us are hoping for.

Picture Courtesy : Pinterest.

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Nepal Quake Aftershocks.

25th April, 2015 : The day man-made aftershocks won over natural aftershocks.

Two back to back tremors in Calcutta around noon today brought us all out of our buildings onto the roads. For a while, we were all dazed and then after necessary precautions went back to work.

I spent the next hour calling and texting people to ensure they were safe.

Then I came home and checked the news and read all I could about possible aftermaths of the quake.

After a long day, when I finally surfed through social media, I realized I had missed out on the most important task to be done after such an incident!

I forgot to update my Facebook status about how, why, where, when I felt and survived the quake! I forgot to share my survival strategies. I forgot to tell people via my Instagram account how the Calcutta skies looked pre and post storm today.

I realized I wasn’t cool enough like this guy who updated his status as “Feeling tremors. Earthquake?”. He was asked by a friend as to why he was updating his Facebook status instead of running down towards safety. His reply? “I am too lazy to run down 10 floors.” He should thank his stars the tremors felt in Calcutta were not destructive enough. Or else his laziness would have made him pay the final price. Very, very cool. I could never be him, try as much as I may.

Oh and do you know it’s also ‘Happy Earthquake Day’? Another status informed me this. People around me are so intelligent! I wonder where they get their brains from.

These are just two gems out of the countless sparkling stones lying around!

I had so many things to do. And instead all I did was feel gut-wrenchingly sad about all those people who lost their lives, saw their lives fall apart within seconds, are still trying to locate their loved ones, have been stranded and are waiting for help, are looking for the gleam of hope through the mount of rubble, are seeing the might of the Earth first hand. Where’s the proof that I did feel this? Where’s the evidence on the internet about it? I guess this is my evidence.

I did it. I did what all of us so calmly do these days. I just reduced the loss of countless lives to a few dozens of words.

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : How will our souls ever rest in peace?

Life Notes #9.

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Warning : Rambling ahead.

I am sitting somewhere (bored to the hilt!) and writing this post where I shouldn’t be writing it from, which I am obviously not going to divulge here!

The past few days a lot of stuff has been swirling around in this crammed head of mine and it’s time to check with you awesome people whether my mind is still okay or is it time for therapy?

Here goes.

Never focus on only one person in your life. Be it friends or family (which rarely happens these days, honestly!) or even your love. And even your love.

Of course he/she maybe the love of your life and your soul mate and your Knight in Shining Armour/Damsel in distress waiting to be rescued and you would vehemently disagree with me, but hear me out!

Sure that person is the one you want to spend your whole life with but do not focus on only that person. Remember before your love came along you had others in your life who loved you, cared for you, cried tears of joys in your wins and held your hand to get you through those tough times? Those people also matter. Yes, they still matter. And you have to let them know that they matter. By actions as much as words. It may be just one person or two or several but let them know and be there for them.

You don’t want to be so content in one single relationship that you don’t even realize when the others left you behind and all you were left were with memories and ‘what ifs’ and ‘had I’s’.

It is good to have someone to go to in case you need to let out steam or you know just want a change of scene!

And frankly being tied to the hip is somewhat uncomfortable to those around you, irrespective of how many compliments about ‘cute’, ‘romantic’ and ‘perfect’ you get!

Note to self: Keep the ones who want to make you smile dear. There’s more than one person of that kind.

But, hey! That’s just what I think! What do you think? Am I going bonkers or do you finally see sense on this blog after long? [Hint: Just leave lots of love and affection in the comments! And side by me. Shhh!]

Graciously Yours!

P.S. :Thank you Regular Indian Girl for the book series. That may have influenced the post a little! Just a wee bit.

For you.

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Yes, you. I am talking to you.

Yes, keep shunning that make up. You really don’t need to be perfecting your skin and eye lashes all the time. You love rubbing your eyes when you’re tired. There’s no compulsion to put on the kohl, if you don’t like it.

Yes, I am talking to you too.  You don’t have to be in line for the protein shakes, gym memberships and the energy drinks! Go for a run instead. Or that long walk with your friend. You don’t really want a girl who only falls for your brawn and not your brain, do you? So what if she doesn’t have the most beautiful face around. She will have  a beautiful soul, for sure. You believe that, don’t you?

Say what you have in your mind. People will call you bold, aggressive, bossy, too ahead of your times and innumerable other things! But keep voicing your opinions. They’re yours. And remember, if you choose to remain mum, there’ll be others who’ll label you as weak, shy, introvert, or worse still dumb. You don’t want that, do you?

You don’t like swooning over celebrities or watching and re-watching their films? Well, then don’t. You haven’t had a crush on any film or telly star? There’s nothing wrong with it. You don’t have to run with the crowd after them.

You want to sit at the lunch table with that shy female from work or that gawky guy at school because you don’t want them to feel any more lonely than they already are? Well, go for it. Make them smile. Ignore those whispers and looks.

You don’t want to back-b*tch  about your boss or your superior or teacher, do you? It’s alright to stand up for them! Don’t let the back-b*tchers make you think otherwise. You’re a far better person than the back b*tchers, at least.

You admire your friend for her courage, her determination, her optimism? It’s okay to tell her you are inspired. You may be a beacon for her in the world’s bleakness.

You are terribly real but that isn’t a terrible thing to be!

The pain will wither away. If you keep being real, you’ll soon find innumerable moments of happiness dragging you away from those instances of pain.

That pain is a part of your experiences. It has etched you, moulded you and refined you today.

Don’t hate the pain. Keep being yourself.

Yet don’t let the pain consume you. Let it go before it keeps you from being you.

Graciously Yours!

P.S.: I don’t know if you’ll ever come across this, but this is for you. You deserve so much of happiness. If only you would let the right things go…

Life Notes #7.

Today at dawn, a small fire was not allowed to blow out of proportion into an untoward incident with the joint efforts of our society residents.
[Each one of us got through unhurt. There was no loss of life, only minimal loss of property.]
Yet I am writing about it, under my Life Notes series, so there has to be a funny tale to tell! Read on:

At 4 a.m. I stirred in my sleep because I heard a lady shouting downstairs. Then I instructed my ears to catch the words and instead I heard my parents in the next room talk about fire and smoke. What would you do? Get out of bed to enquire? What did I do?

Blunder 1: Turned on my side and slept again! And I am not proud of it. I chose sleep over saving my life! Until obviously my mother came and announced “Out of bed now! There’s an emergency!”, at which I immediately leapt out of bed, grabbed my phone, pulled my sister out of bed and went to switch off the main electricity supply to our flat.

Blunder 2: While I was doing this, my mother ushered us out of the house just when my sister reacted in time to take the keys to the house, which my mother in her panicked state initially failed to see the relevance of!

By the time my father located the flat which was the source of the fumes, our resident electrician and another man had readied a fire extinguisher for use.

Blunder 3: Interestingly, my father had to remind the electrician to switch off the particular flat’s electricity supply to avoid the fire from spreading through the lines.

Blunder 4: While we were ringing door bells and evacuating other residents from their flats, a lot of them elderly, only after 10 minutes into the whole exercise did a young guy realize that the building’s fire alarm should be sounded to make things easier!

Blunder 5: While the evacuation persisted and the fire couldn’t be brought under control, a good 20 minutes from the first time I got out of my house, it struck me that the local emergency fire services should be informed.

Blunder 6: And guess what? I pride myself for remembering contact numbers of people, but I couldn’t recall if the fire emergency services were 101 or 102! (FYI, in India, it’s 101.) And of all the contact numbers I have, I didn’t have that of the fire department!

After which I called Just Dial, the online Yellow Pages of India, who thankfully responded very quickly! And further appreciation for the young chap at Just Dial who entertained my request, for breaking their custom and not having me asked me to rate the previous service I had received from a restaurant, the contact number of which I had taken from them. Good instincts!

And then the story has the routine firemen informed-firemen came-fire doused-all clear sign-residents go back home-sleep for a while again clichéd ending!

Note to self: Please appreciate that your life is more valuable than your sleep! And memorizing the emergency numbers is more important than memorizing those of your boss. Of course, he’s important too. But he’s not going to douse the fire, is he?

Graciously (and safely) Yours!

Shh! Just rambling.

There are times when I need to ramble and I am going to do just that.

Ramble.

Ramble about life in general and my life in particular. See, that’s rambling.

Warning issued.

Do you believe in planning out the next five years or ten years of your life? Do you really think visualizing yourself in a beautiful house with marble furnished flooring and french windows overlooking the NY or LA or rather any skyline actually helps? Is life so predictable that what we dream and desire actually happens? Or is my life the only odd one out where plans seem to be trashed?

Now, now. Do not think I am depressed or unhappy with how life is turning out to be. Not at all! With full credit to the Creator, I am okay with the twists and turns he’s planned out on the way. Some things go according to me, some don’t. But I deal with it my way.

Actually the ones who concocted “Life is unfair” weren’t exactly idiots, you know. So, you were given the heads up long back. Very often, when we find our plans going off track, we curse, shout, complain, cry. Do we ever sit and wonder if what’s happening came after warnings which we just refused to look at?

Then there are people who say life is wonderful. What makes them say that? The predictability of life (as my friend argues, considering death is the ultimate destination!) or it’s unpredictability?

I know these are lots of questions with no answers!

But I would love to hear what you think? About the questions! Not my rambling. :p

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : Jangled nerves + BIG day tomorrow = Rambling me.