Notice -- The blog is not just for short stories... It gets my faltoo words, too. Hoohey.
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I have just finished watching Delhi-6. Cool movie. I am not an accomplished writer/ movie reviewer (I don’t like the word ‘critic’) to be able to pen down elegantly; but, blog don’t demand us to do that (Grin).
For one, it made me weep. I have lived in Delhi, and, all that connects to the city reminds me of khichdi. Mixture – pure mixture. You’ll find slumz, you’ll find posh-est localities; you’ll find pahari (Jammu Kashmir) people, you’ll find Bengalis. Literally EVERYTHING.
However, one may also wonder – khichdi is everywhere… See your life, see your city; see your country, see the world. Perhaps universe is the only thing (If I may take the liberty of calling it ‘thing’) I CANNOT call khichdi…
Confused? Bear with me. J It’s just the way it is…
Moments...
Boat
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Psycho... Lo ji
One
“It’s unfair! This can ruin our future!” howled P. She is a psychology student, like myself, and was upset over the ‘horrible’ portrayal of psychiatrist in ‘Lagey Raho Munnabhai’. No, am not exaggerating. She sincerely felt that it was wicked to have audience think negatively about a psychiatrist.
“Go for it, girl” my dad had smiled. The killer smile, as always, had evaporated my doubts and left me with no other option but to go for it. ‘It’ refers to ‘The Realm of Psychology’. So, here I am, pursuing an honours degree from an honoured university.
This 600-word piece that I am churning out here is a warning in disguise. However, I’ll take the liberty of quoting two more incidents before elaborating upon the warning.
# Two
“Why are you always smiling and grinning, R?” my teacher confrontingly (does the word exist?) asks me one fine morning, her expression exuding niceness, warmth, compassion and concern. And, her eyes blinking.
“Oh…um… I jut happen to be a smiling person, ma’am…” I answer. (hiding the ice cream soda behind my back)
Raised eyebrow. Dismissal.
# Three
“How about you, R? How are you feeling today? Give a detailed account of your mental health.” another teacher (her hair a perpetual texture of electrocuted noodles) pounces upon my peaceful existence.
“I am doing fine, ma’am”, I answer with a smile.
Frown. Eyes wide open. Rejection.
Think before you take up psychology, I warn you… And once you have thought enough about it, congratulate yourself, for you’ll definitely take it up. There is no resisting. Grin.
You’ll be taught each and everything about human mind. Sounds interesting? Yup, but the ‘interest’ runs a risk of changing into ‘doubt’… doubts about everyone around being ‘abnormal’. Paranoia!
You’ll be taught theories of child development… a major one being Freud’s Oedipus Complex and Penis Envy. You may be able to pardon Freud’s follies, but you won’t enjoy innocent teasers with your dad anymore!!
You’ll be taught the importance of peace of mind. Great! But your honest ‘I am doing fine’ reply will fetch you an invitation to in-depth-analytic-sessions of the movie ‘Everybody says I am fine’. You’ll never be fine again!
# Four
H, after attending a lecture on ‘self-actualization and emotions’, asks me, “How do you manage your anger?”
Aware of H’s prevailing thoughts, but unable to mould my answer accordingly, I answer truthfully, “I hardly ever get angry”.
H whispers to L “She’s a born diplomat”. I find solace from the messages in my mobile… Santa-Banta, the eternal healers.
# Five
I administer TAT (Thematic Apperception Test) on M, a friend. The test entails writing stories based on given pictures. An avid reader, M produces interesting write-ups. All the stories revolve around education and family life, except the one that draws from a supernatural event in Harry Potter’s latest novel.
“This girl is highly superstitious. She is trying to ward off her death, and is definitely making use of black magic in her life. I must talk to her before it’s too late.” declares my teacher after reading the stories.
I’ve known M for five years. ‘Black magic’ are two words she knows how to spell, nothing more. So, I nod for the teacher, roll my eyes when she isn’t looking, and treat M to a cheese pizza for being a co-operative friend.
“Keep yourself and your knowledge of psychology apart, R. Or the unaffected grins will change into deprecating smiles. Normalcy is more of a perception than truth”, says dad, giving me an all-knowing, side-eyed and spectacled look, head buried in books.
I grin. And follow it up with a hug for him.
Think about it, lest it gets to your thinking. ‘It’ refers to ‘The Realm of Psychology’.
“It’s unfair! This can ruin our future!” howled P. She is a psychology student, like myself, and was upset over the ‘horrible’ portrayal of psychiatrist in ‘Lagey Raho Munnabhai’. No, am not exaggerating. She sincerely felt that it was wicked to have audience think negatively about a psychiatrist.
“Go for it, girl” my dad had smiled. The killer smile, as always, had evaporated my doubts and left me with no other option but to go for it. ‘It’ refers to ‘The Realm of Psychology’. So, here I am, pursuing an honours degree from an honoured university.
This 600-word piece that I am churning out here is a warning in disguise. However, I’ll take the liberty of quoting two more incidents before elaborating upon the warning.
# Two
“Why are you always smiling and grinning, R?” my teacher confrontingly (does the word exist?) asks me one fine morning, her expression exuding niceness, warmth, compassion and concern. And, her eyes blinking.
“Oh…um… I jut happen to be a smiling person, ma’am…” I answer. (hiding the ice cream soda behind my back)
Raised eyebrow. Dismissal.
# Three
“How about you, R? How are you feeling today? Give a detailed account of your mental health.” another teacher (her hair a perpetual texture of electrocuted noodles) pounces upon my peaceful existence.
“I am doing fine, ma’am”, I answer with a smile.
Frown. Eyes wide open. Rejection.
Think before you take up psychology, I warn you… And once you have thought enough about it, congratulate yourself, for you’ll definitely take it up. There is no resisting. Grin.
You’ll be taught each and everything about human mind. Sounds interesting? Yup, but the ‘interest’ runs a risk of changing into ‘doubt’… doubts about everyone around being ‘abnormal’. Paranoia!
You’ll be taught theories of child development… a major one being Freud’s Oedipus Complex and Penis Envy. You may be able to pardon Freud’s follies, but you won’t enjoy innocent teasers with your dad anymore!!
You’ll be taught the importance of peace of mind. Great! But your honest ‘I am doing fine’ reply will fetch you an invitation to in-depth-analytic-sessions of the movie ‘Everybody says I am fine’. You’ll never be fine again!
# Four
H, after attending a lecture on ‘self-actualization and emotions’, asks me, “How do you manage your anger?”
Aware of H’s prevailing thoughts, but unable to mould my answer accordingly, I answer truthfully, “I hardly ever get angry”.
H whispers to L “She’s a born diplomat”. I find solace from the messages in my mobile… Santa-Banta, the eternal healers.
# Five
I administer TAT (Thematic Apperception Test) on M, a friend. The test entails writing stories based on given pictures. An avid reader, M produces interesting write-ups. All the stories revolve around education and family life, except the one that draws from a supernatural event in Harry Potter’s latest novel.
“This girl is highly superstitious. She is trying to ward off her death, and is definitely making use of black magic in her life. I must talk to her before it’s too late.” declares my teacher after reading the stories.
I’ve known M for five years. ‘Black magic’ are two words she knows how to spell, nothing more. So, I nod for the teacher, roll my eyes when she isn’t looking, and treat M to a cheese pizza for being a co-operative friend.
“Keep yourself and your knowledge of psychology apart, R. Or the unaffected grins will change into deprecating smiles. Normalcy is more of a perception than truth”, says dad, giving me an all-knowing, side-eyed and spectacled look, head buried in books.
I grin. And follow it up with a hug for him.
Think about it, lest it gets to your thinking. ‘It’ refers to ‘The Realm of Psychology’.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Tikki's Adventures
It’s not that Tikki didn’t like it; it was secure and fragrant… She just couldn’t enjoy it. (Tikki, by the way, is a fairy who lived in a pink rose). She wanted to see the outside world. Rosie came to the garden everyday; she picked raspberries for her younger brother. (Rosie, I once again forgot to introduce, was a little girl with freckled cheeks)
Gaze, the bee, often told Tikki, “You are supposed to live here. Please don’t look for anything better.” “‘Better’ is always better”, Tikki would think to herself. One day she flew out – the rose was in full bloom.
The sky was aplomb with sun, white puffy clouds that never rain, and, lots of birds. Tikki felt scared of the robin that had perched on the garden wall, but, she decided to approach it. The robin flew away. Disheartened, Tikki considered talking to the parrot on mango tree. He looked good. Flapping her tiny wings, she made it to the tree. The parrot looked at it with interested eyes.
Encouraged, Tikki asked him if he could give her a ride around the garden. Nodding his head, he asked her to sit on his back. As they soared upwards, Tikki looked down at the big garden. She exclaimed with joy, “Hurray!”
Just then robin came back and bumped into the parrot. “Ouch!” She ejaculated. The parrot apologized grimly and asked Tikki if she wanted to go back yet.
Taking the cue, Tikki agreed.
As they flew down, Gaze waived a ‘Hi’ to Tikki. She smiled. As she landed safely in her pink rose, she sent up a prayer of thanks to Almighty, and, prayed for her life thereafter.
Gaze, the bee, often told Tikki, “You are supposed to live here. Please don’t look for anything better.” “‘Better’ is always better”, Tikki would think to herself. One day she flew out – the rose was in full bloom.
The sky was aplomb with sun, white puffy clouds that never rain, and, lots of birds. Tikki felt scared of the robin that had perched on the garden wall, but, she decided to approach it. The robin flew away. Disheartened, Tikki considered talking to the parrot on mango tree. He looked good. Flapping her tiny wings, she made it to the tree. The parrot looked at it with interested eyes.
Encouraged, Tikki asked him if he could give her a ride around the garden. Nodding his head, he asked her to sit on his back. As they soared upwards, Tikki looked down at the big garden. She exclaimed with joy, “Hurray!”
Just then robin came back and bumped into the parrot. “Ouch!” She ejaculated. The parrot apologized grimly and asked Tikki if she wanted to go back yet.
Taking the cue, Tikki agreed.
As they flew down, Gaze waived a ‘Hi’ to Tikki. She smiled. As she landed safely in her pink rose, she sent up a prayer of thanks to Almighty, and, prayed for her life thereafter.
Foolish
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