Last Cynical Post

Reading my blog, and thinking an outsider. I would profile the writer as a cynic, pessimist and highly critical of every movement of the Indian sub-continent. That's not very nice, now is it? It's too depressing, my life looks so grey. Which is probably in the parallel universe. Anyhow, this post, is my last cynical post. And I'm just going to tell everyone what ever I just absolutely, completely, wholly and undoubtedly despise. 

1. THE LESS FORTUNATE PEOPLE DROOLING OVER SOME FOOD: I can not stand the sight of that. Especially little kids, when they just look at you when you're eating something, they just there. A side of me, wants to offer the food to the child and watch they way they eat it up. But the glutton takes over. One day, I promise to feed every poor person who even looks at me with all the food I have.
2. LITTLE KIDS FORCED TO BEG/WORK: I don't get it, when we're just minding our own business and counting down till the signal turns green and then *BAM* there's a small child about 7 or 8, comes and flattens out her dirt-smitten face on the window and knocks once or twice either with a something to sell in her hand, or miming that she wants money to eat. But I've heard, that whatever money they earn really goes to cold-blooded businessmen who make money out of these little kids. (Courtesy: Slumdog Millionaire) So, you're supposed to hand out food, but these kids refuse that. Or when these people come with little babies crying from the little slings hanging from the shoulder. And when I see them clearing tables and cleaning out the waste in small shops, it's depressing. I feel like shaking the shop owners by the shoulders and saying, realize, these kids are in school not to be clearing out other people's waste! But I'm just an eccentric girl, no one wants to listen to me.
3. OLD PEOPLE WORKING: Why? Why is this inhuman evil done on this Earth? It breaks my heart to see old people working, the ones with white hair, barely enough teeth to count and a shriveled body do labour. Why do people hire them? Yes, hardship might prevail at home. But isn't that what the kids are for? To return whatever sacrifice your parents have made for you and let them have a happy old age? It's soul tearing.
4. PEOPLE EATING ALONE: There should be a law against little kids and old people eating alone. I should go and give them company, but if I do that they might just think I am mentally deranged. I just cringe when I see people eat alone, some lost in thoughts, or some just void. The lonely air is still around them. It's contagious, cause I just suddenly become all blue and depressed.
5. OBNOXIOUS TEENAGERS: The ones who think they're too cool for the world. The ones who walk around the streets in "cooling glass" and "skinny jeans". The mean ones who torture animals, and even record all that. I don't know why I even bother talking about them, because I am a teenager too. So, let's move on.
6. PEOPLE WHO MAKE TOO LONG SPEECHES: Yes, we understand you like the sound of your own voice, we know the mic is pretty cool. But please! The horrible excuse for a speech is just remorseless droning of a monotonous voice. Or if you intend to make it long, make it entertaining. That way you're captive of the audience and thus you shall not witness people sleeping off. And so, you've got yourself a nice speech.
7. WHEN YOU CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT YOU DON'T LIKE: Which is why, I shall stop here. 

   

   Here are old people smiling

   
   

   

   Here's a kitten, just because.

   
   

   

   Happy children are as cute as the kitten above

We build our reputation.

OH MY GOD. Don't these people ever get tired of trying to put our country into total shame? What they're doing in total moral annihilation. I've been itching to blog for a really long time,I've been having many topics to write about, but then it never got into my skin so much that I should write about it. 

We build our reputation, not our bloody monuments or commerce. It is the people who actually play an important role in the development of the country. But everyone already knows that. I'm not just talking about good health, proper education or living conditions. (yes, Geography has gotten into me)
It's called moral values, our country who is supposed to uphold moral values, we're supposed to embrace and we're supposed to profess it. The last part we do, I mean obviously that's what we're good at you know, finding fault in every little thing, telling them what's right and what's wrong, call women Goddesses and honesty is paramount. UNDA CHAKKA. World Class Hypocrites, that's what we are.

We call women Goddesses? Oh, so is that the reason for female foetuses being found in the gutters? Or the reason why the rape cases just keep multiplying like a cancerous cell. Honesty is paramount they say, that's why corruption is not even heard of in India. Why, why is it that only our country is not bothered about what other countries think? We have been labelled as the country with the most number of rapes, and to add to the hall of fame, the ugly sad men rape tourists. GET YOUR OWN WOMEN! That's why we've turned against our own brother countries because India is the best, India is that, India is this.

Adolescent population is the most valuable assets of the future? If we grow up in such a country, when the news is always so pleasant, how do you expect us to make the country a safer place to live in. Cause obviously, we learn from the older ones.

Everyone disappoints me, and others who think like me.
Shame on you, India. 

Superwoman

Mother is synonymous to love, care, selflessness, laughter, joy, God.

From the very moment I started existing, my mother loved me. She didn't know how I was going to turn out, she didn't know if anything was wrong with me, yet her love was unconditional.

The second I entered this world, my mother held me in her arms, and tears of joy filled her eyes for bringing this new life into Earth. Forgetting all her pain, her anxiety and all the trouble I gave her from sitting inside of her, she was proud of this hiccuping infant in her embrace.

Then came the sleepless nights, the constant crying and pretty much a lot of pooping. She was the one by me at all times, she is my wonder woman. My hand was tightly wound around her fingers in that 10 step walk from the school gates to the door, on my first day to school. And I smiled away my tears as she drove off from the hostel. 

Almost every weekend I see her, yet it is still unfathomable that such an angel exist not only in story books. I look up to her as my role model, she's the first person I think of every morning and the last person I pray for every night. She never projected her disappointment when I failed her. Every day she tells me, that I'm destined for much bigger thinks than what I am aiming for. She has never told me, and she never will. But Ummi, I'm letting you know, one day, I will make you proud, and my whole life I will strive on that. The kind where you look at the paper and say, "Yep, that's my girl, my daughter." You're my angel, my best friend, my confidante, my role model. You're like God's eyes on Earth. I'm not really sure if that makes any sense, but you'll understand. And I know you will.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

I love you!

So What If I like Football?

So what if I like football?
So what if I debate on Man-Utd's fall?
So what if I scream at every goal,
Does that make me a girl with a boy's soul?

So what if I snigger at "bad" jokes?
So what if I fist pump with all those blokes?
Just cause I can make a punch hurt,
On my femininity, must I assert?

For all you male chauvinist pigs out there,
I play CS and FIFA 13 fair and square.
Don't you dare judge me because I'm a girl,
Just stay away or make my fury unfurl.

"You're a girl, how can you do that?"
I can engage you in mortal combat.
Don't you dare mess the Sakhmets of today,
Because you never know, what gave your head away.

Desideratum

Sometimes when I look through my Newsfeed, I see all the fun people have. And then my mind starts telling me, that I'm a loner and I have no fun whatsoever. Sometimes, the jealous monster throws green eyed stares at every photo. That's when I realize, when I sit here, brooding about what I don't have, I forget about everything that I have. 

That's what are weakness is you know, that we forget about all the good things we have. We only have time to wail about everything else in the world. During the time you sit here, depressed, you indirectly dismiss everything and everyone else, and slowly by time, whatsoever you had as well goes. That's something we would never want.
Here's a wee poem towards that.

"Oh how I wish....." those words slip through the mind,
Those very words, makes you think of stuff, unkind.
They spark a little jealousy in you,
Which turns into longing, anger and disappointment too.
They hurt your ego and kill your happiness,
It becomes so bad, they think it's an illness.
How you wish you had eyes just like a bloke,
How you wish you had a humor like the guy who cracked that joke,
How you wish you had fun like she did,
How you wish.... aah, who are you to kid.

When you wish for things not yours,
Think of your blessing, the wound it cures.
Your unnecessary aspirations don't do any good,
Rid of it you must and should!
Pray to God for all that you've been given,
Because your life with these are driven.
Who knows somebody might be sniveling at you.
Wishing they would be like you too! :)