Just a mirror for the sun
scribbles about a commonplace existence.Archive for March, 2008
Give me a song and I’ll sing it like I mean it.
Returned from another trip back home and other places. Rather idyllic vacation. Didn’t think perfection was possible, and it wasn’t, but it came pretty damn close. Grandparents are really nice people. Boys are random and weird. Didn’t see who I wanted to, but that’s okay. There’s always other times, other places, other possibilities.
Highly amused at assumptions of assorted family and older people about my love life, slightly worrying though. Amazing conversation with a kindred soul. <3 I love her so. Too tired to elaborate but thoroughly enjoyable couple of days. Yay for my people. 
P.S. : Vira and me have a deal where soon I shall speak hindi to her and she’ll talk tamil to me. [One must aim for the stars to reach the clouds, you see.]
We’re all hypocrites, but you’re a patriot.
It amazes me when rational, intelligent beings who claim to understand a large part of society and are contributing members to the economy in no small measure, abandon all claims of secularity when it comes to specific situations, especially when these people are your own kin.
It annoys the hell out of me that we sit in our drawing rooms and comment on everything from communism to sexuality and the state of the economy, that we claim to be intellectually superior to most of the population that we are a part of yet the most basic and stupid of prejudices still remain.
You denounce racism, Hitler, etc. Everything that goes against intelligent thought, in fact, but you let something as silly as religion colour your existence? Two things about this bother me more than the rest of the arguments:
a) The levels of hypocrisy that one must live in, not only with the external world but within yourself. How would someone who is supposedly intellectual answer to themselves on this one aspect alone? Or do they not answer it at all?
Sure, I have prejudices, I can hardly claim to be without it, but atleast I try not to let it get in the way of everyday life and I definitely don’t make important decisions [like deciding whether to give them employment] based on it.
b) Even if you don’t have a high opinion of that religion currently would you really let that get in the way of learning their culture, their history, art, etc? Especially when it’s a civilization as old as theirs and with such an influence on the modern world! It’s knowledge! How can anyone let anything get in the way of acquiring more knowledge?
Okay, too annoyed to try and understand anything. Must go back to studying for exam tomorrow. [Ironically, the paper is on Gender Studies, which the very same people would stand up and fight for. Hypocrites. Fake emancipators of women's rights. (is that even a word?) They deliver sermons on equality of women, black people, jews and such but they remain as stubborn as mules and about as smart on something we live with everyday.]
Side-note: Read To Kill A Mockingbird recently for english and found it vaguely engaging and almost tolerable.
Bah! Humbug.
Tam Brahm, thank you ma’am!
Lol, this is very cliche but cute nonetheless. Jay, Tam Brahm for everrr! lol.
An Iyer’s Life…..A time line of Iyer life
Age: 6 Months
All these mamas and maamis have come here…
For a grand welcome of their new born fellow Iyer…
And my parents will feed food to me with a ring…
And give me a name long enough for you to sing….
(Thirunelavelli Krishnamoorthy Venkataraghavakrishna Doraiswamy Dixitar Iyer….. ,
but will simply call me Dorai!)
Age: 10 years
Topping my class is an inborn talent I possess
(We are an exception)
Teachers & relatives, whom I never fail to impress
Daily dose of idli, tamarind chutney; dosai, sambar; rice and curd
Who on earth do you think will not turn into a nerd…….. (hehe)
Age: 22 Yrs
(Just after graduation.. . preferably Electronics Engineering)
Yipeee Yipeee Yipeee… I completed my BTech in IIT…
Also got a call from Infy….Ya right…Narayana Murthy…
( Proud fellow…Southie ! )
Up & Away to Bangalore by the next morning flight…
And then someday to USA…Yay Yay Yay…Onsite. ..
(You are right… rhyming no?!)
Age: 26 Years
(Single status in USA)
It has been four long years since I have come here…
But have not met a single girl ready to come near…
Here in United States I thought I’d get laid…
Down came crashing, the plans that I’d made…
Age: 30 Years
(8 yrs Onsite, somewhere in USA)
I miss my sambar rice and the tasty thair saadam (curd rice)
I will speak to Amma to find me a homely madam…
I will leave for Thirunelavelli on a 30 day leave…
And come back with a Maami right up my sleeve…
Age: 45 Years
(Still onsite, we think)
I have two kids, but there is a gripping fear…
Both of them have no signs of being an Iyer…
Krishnaswamy & Sreelakshmi I named them fondly…
But the only names they respond to are Kris & Sally…
Age: 75 years(Now everything seems impossible)Ayyayyo, what happened to all my dreams? They have all simply turned into screams.Children have already married and divorced thrice,Playing with our grandchildren would’ve been nice.Left with us are only aches and pains,Life is full of only losses, with no gains. Are we going to be the last of the brilliant Iyer generation?To our children, tradition and culture are only a botheration!
She wants it
okay so, long detailed post was planned, but it’s late and i’m too tipsy.
women’s day! found someone that’s lived my life. vaguely, sorta related. she comforts/scares me at the same time. will i be her? she told me not to do what i want to. she makes me not original anymore. but it’s cool. here’s to more random saturday nights with alcohol, nicotine and the most random conversation ever!
sleepy as hell but must put this night down.
was supposed to attend workshop but it got cancelled due to other things. went to zara’s instead. awesome stuff. met the ‘nightcrawler’. lots of alcohol/awesome conversation. gave me hope in family/humanity.
much love all.
HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY
spent all day in company of amazing women. <3
soundtrack to my life.
okay, totally stole this from Maya:
[Disclaimer: songs on this list are subject to alteration without notice. author reserves the right to change her mind.]
Opening Credits
I write sins not tragedies – Panic!At the Disco.
Waking Up
Superman – Lazlo Bane
First Day at School
Somewhere else – Razorlight
Falling in Love
Crash and Burn – Savage Garden
Fight Song
Megalomaniac – Incubus
Breaking Up
Breathe – Anna Nalick
Prom
Heartshaped Box – Nirvana
Life is Good
Cruisin’ – Gwyneth Paltrow and Huey Lewis
Mental Breakdown
Hurt – NIN
Driving
Down with the sickness – Disturbed/teenage wasteland – the who
Flashback
When we were young – The Killers/I miss you – Blink 182
Getting Back Together
Swing, swing – All American Rejects.
Wedding
Somewhere only we know – Keane
Paying the Dues
Hey Jude – The Beatles
The Night Before The War
don’t look back in anger – oasis.
Final Battle
taste of india – aerosmith
Moment of Triumph
Fuck on cocaine – lisa lashes / lean back – fat joe ft. mase, lil jon, eminem.
Death Scene
Sounds of Silence – Simon & Garfunkel
Funeral Song
Come Undone – Robbie Williams
Dance Sequence
Kung-Fu Fighting – Tom Jones
End Credits
Say – John Mayer
Hey Mister.
You always said that we’d never work. I agreed completely. It’s one of those things that you know won’t survive – there’s too much emotion involved. You spend your life looking for something but you never know if it’s good for you unless you actually get it. And trust me, we’re not good for each other. Everything that this is based on is the absolute opposite of a happy, loving relationship.
Spending time with you is like riding a hurricane. The adrenaline rush is amazing but the after-effects are really not that fun. There is no safety net when it comes us. And I know that I fall alot harder than you do.
You are a constant reminder of the mediocrity of existence, the pointlessness of true love, the irony of normalcy.
And yet, beyond all that, this inexplicable… thing that’s almost a friendship and most definitely not a relationship continues to grow, like a flower in the sewage. It makes me want to cry sometimes, but I’d never waste my tears on you.
Avec ma coeur,
L’objet Convoitise.
P.S.: be careful what you wish for.
If I could fall into the sky.
It’s been an interesting couple of days to say the least. Quite a few times this past week I’ve found myself sitting here and trying to type out my thoughts and failing miserably. Highlights from the past week:
- Sunday: pedicure, haircut, facial, dance class [tango].
-Monday: lecture in women and development class on the LGBT scenario in India.
-Wednesday: workshop by Ponni along similar lines. Sleepover at Radh’s.
-Friday: lots and lots of walking. Neeru telling me I look pretty (!). Fun college work. Shopping! Dinner+ movie with the other half. [it's been overdue.]
-Saturday: Inaugration of Women’s Film Festival. More shopping. Dance class [salsa 
]. Brilliant dinner avec la biere!
-Sunday: fun afternoon at LTS + sunday brunch at Little Italy for Ash’s Birthday. Dance class. [more salsa !] Plans for salsa night on wednesday at Havana?
It’s been a fulfilling week. Living the life I want to, perhaps? Funny thing is, so often I find myself doing all this interesting stuff and hardly even do I feel calm, peaceful or happy while doing it. Note to self: have fun living!
