So I recently had an online chat with this guy whom I thought was my age, but then turned out to be old. Very old. -_-
Yes, the internet is a bad, bad place. Annywayys, I had a pretty good debate with this guy, about why books are awesome, because this person had not read a single one (so non-enlightened. I tell you -_-)
So, here’s my take on why books are awesome, even though you already know it.
“Mans best friend”, “many lives in one”, “a free trip”, these are the phrases that come to mind, when someone mentions the word “books” in front of me. Starting with the more boring stuff, books help to improve our vocabulary. People having read books, generally have better vocabulary, in general. Science, technology, maths, won’t have been the same, if we didn’t have aeons of information passed on to us, via books. We have suffered, for not using the written language before. Earlier whenTansen used to sing, deer stopped to listen, lamps lit themselves in the King’s court, the skies opened up, but it all seems like folklore to us now. If that music could have been preserved today, all this won’t seem as if its from another world. We all have enough worries in our own lives, and escaping into a realm where the problems are not ours seems like a pretty viable option sometimes. I mean think about it – a place where you’re constantly defying the laws of Physics, where hearts are actually shaped like hearts, where you’re the prettiest/ the most handsome damsel/man in town, where everyone listen to you, and a place where every arrow you shoot lands the target – doesn’t a place like that seem enticing? Books are a free trip; you can travel to the mountains of Alaska, the volcanoes of Amazon, the pits of Tartarus, the war-struck cities of Poland, by just flipping a few pages. Books are a well orchestrated dream, and if you don’t see this; you’re not magical enough to read them.
So my exams are going on.
So I mean I was thinking – yes, because when I am supposed to be learning facts and cramming stuff that I can guarantee I will never ever need in my life, I spend my time doing seemingly more doable stuff like *pause for dramatic effect* – thinking.
So I was thinking about the things people shouldn’t do so that other people don’t think they’re complete jerks. And after having discussed with a few friends (Pabby, Adi, Pankhu 😀 ), we present before you, a list of What Not To Do :
1. Do not say “Er my gosh… ex-ciuze me?” in a Kim Kardshian-y voice when people bump into you. I mean, I’m sorry I hurt you but I obviously did not hurt you enough to make you stop being a dick about it.
2. Do not put a price tag on every. Damn. Thing. I mean, “I bought this phone for 20k lol.” It gets more useless than that, “I went to see this doctor, his fee was 850 bucks.” Did. I . ASK??
3. Do NOT criticize your own country. Sheesh you pathetic asses. 😐
4.Do NOT be a grammar nazi. Seriously,
Me : Hey. Happy birtday!
Person : Thanks. Improve your english
Me : English will be spelt with a capital ‘e’ you pompous ass. *goes offline*
5. Do not stand in front of queues like McDonalds, whilst there are a dozen people behind you waiting for their own food, and decide what you want to eat. My friend stood behind this chic for literally five minutes before she finally decided she wouldn’t be able to down large sized fries with her chicken burger.
6. If you’re a teacher, do not wish students luck before the paper. I mean, “Thanks… Satan.”
7. Do not tell people you’re gonna flunk the test if you’ve studied TWELVE FREAKING HOURS for it. Don’t mislead us.
India is a huge country, and being Indian – siblings is one thing I happen to not have a scarcity of. So I have categorized the many different types of siblings into five broad categories. Here goes :
Is this just in India, but basically whatever – WHATEVER – the older siblings do, they get away with, just because they’re older. I mean its like God gave them an unlimited supply of ‘Get out of trouble’ coupons. My older brother felt that it was not only his privilege but his duty to change the rules of games we used to play whilst we were playing them to ensure his own victory and if I went all, “Mom – dada(Bangla for ‘older brother’) is cheating!”
My mother would go all like, “Preetha listen to your brother – he’s older.”
I mean, WHAT?! Its as if all his crimes are being justified just because he is older than I am!
The Perfect Pansy
Now your parents say that they don’t have favorites, and that could be true depending on how much you believe in fantasies. But there is that one sibling whose framed photo stands on the mantelpiece of when the met the President. Right next to their ‘Best Student Award’. Which lies right next to the gold they won at State championships. This sibling of yours has the perfect track record – no blotches on it whatsoever. And at family get togethers, while you are the weirdo in the corner with headphones on; this sibling’s all chilling with his/her mausaji/mausiji laughing at all their pathetic jokes.
So what happens to you now? Constant comparison.
“Preetha your sister was a marvel at Music. Look at you – friggin’ First division only.”
“Preetha your brother got full in Math all the time. Why’ve you got one mark less?”
And then they say they don’t have favorites. Pfft.
The Uncle/ Auntijies
Now this sibling usually has a huge age gap (the person to whom this concerns knows I’m referring to her. Or him maybe. ) and instead of being like your bro – they act like your Uncle or Auntijy. I swear, these siblings are more protective than your parents will ever be.
Going on a three day excursion from the school? Sounds “dangerous”. -_-
There are boys coming to the party? You are not “old enough”. -_-
Out of the house at 7:30 in the evening? You are becoming “insolent”. -_-
Now this is usually the youngest sibling because they are loved most by EVERYONE, and probably are super super pampered. If the older sibling got a Cadbury’s bar on their sixteenth birthday – this brat needs two boxes of Ferrero Rochers, a new jersey and a Nintendo DS just to be kept from whining. This brat is used to receiving gifts from every other relative every month or so, and fair warning – he/she WILL make a fuss if this gift somehow happens to not show up.
And I’m proud to say, that in my family that brat is me (Hey brother :D).
The Evil Squealers
I don’t if you have those really, really tiny cousins who think it is unfathomably hilarious if they somehow disturb the carom board, or push the chess board off the table? Yeah those are the worst. And babies are cute, but God are they evil.
I was talking to a guy on the phone(we were solving a Physics problem for God’s sake -_-) and one of these tiny nephews of mine hears me and goes to my mom all in his cute voice going, “I think Preetha has a boyfriend.”
And adults are weird because they don’t believe three year olds when they say they drank their milk but believe them when they say other people have boyfriends. And basically I had to sit through a fifteen minute investigation. 😐
Having said that, siblings are amazing. If you don’t have one you do not know what you are missing out on.You may fight with them all day long, but one day will come when they will be married and have kids and be expected to stand at the adults table while talking to their in-laws, and you’ll be standing there staring at them being all, “Don’t stand there being a bore. Yeah -you. In your grown up clothes now. Don’t stand there discussing politics and come play cards with me.”
If you have a sibling I want you to whoop them on the head today. Siblings are more important to you than you think. Cherish them.
So I was on the flight from Raipur and I look at this massive thing – this 200 ton piece of metal as it stays afloat in the air on its way to a city that is 1500 km and two hours away. And I look at this massive thing as it flies and I cannot help but marvel at Man’s insolence.
I mean I have got to say this for the entirity of our species – we are all rebels, bigtime. I mean, Nature says “You cannot fly.”
We say, “Yeah right. What’s this big guy for?”*whilst pointing towards an airbus*
Nature says, “You cannot live underwater.”
We say, “Screw you. I’m gonna build me a submarine.”
Naature says, “You DEFINITELY cannot go to space.”
We say, “Shut up – I have a frigging spaceship.”
Every other species on the Earth complies to Nature’s rules. Not us. We bend Nature, not vice versa. You don’t see fish trying to walk on land, do you?
I’m not saying that there is and DEFINITELY is an omnipotent power sitting up there overseeing everything we do wrong and meting out punishment for when we die, but I am saying there is something. Like a capital-S Something. I believe in A God. I do not know what religion it is, or if it is a part of an established religion at all, but I believe in a higher power that balances everything out in the end.
And IF thats true – if I’m right, Man’s insolence can’t prove too good for Man. That is all I’m saying
They’re done with! They’re over!! I am officially a war survivor!! Wohoooo!! *runs around flailing arms wildly in the air* *does a few cartwheels* I have been battered, bruised, and kicked about these past two weeks. Don’t know what I’m ranting on about? One word : Exams.
Yeah, now you know my feels. But even though the going was rough, even though sometimes it felt as if I’d never see the light of day again(namely before my S.St paper), I persevered and climbed the mountain to glory(and a LOT of TV watching time). I gave it my all, I made sacrifices, sometimes I just wanted to give up(namely before my S.St paper), but I kept going. For I have fandoms to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. ( Yeah that’s a Robert Frost referring there. And I know we don’t ‘keep’ fandoms, but ‘ship’ didn’t rhyme with ‘sleep’. Apologies. Any inconvenience caused is deeply regretted.)
“Two out of three women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetime. Fifteen out of sixteen rapists will never see a day in jail. Every two minutes, a woman in the United States becomes a victim.”
These are the shocking statistics that you’ll come across if you ever happen to come across the video for ‘Project Unbreakable’, an amazing, amazing project that I recently came across on the Internet. It shows women holding up posters quoting the people who attacked them. This post is a shout out to all these lovely women and also to Grace Brown, who has founded this project and has been running it for the last two years.
This was just one of the most haunting things I’ve ever come across. Ever. And most of the women were quoting their fathers or brothers. It was sickening.
How? I mean, what? How? I cannot comprehend this. Are we even humane anymore?
Ladies, I respect your bravery and courage. You truly are unbreakable. I’m sorry, but I’m just lost for words right now.
I wake up in the morning,
And rush out to play.
A voice in my head says,
“Thank God, its a Sunday!”
I look at a tree,
I observe an over-active bee.
For its on Sundays,
That I get to be free!
I play and I laugh,
Have fun, take a walk
For its on Sundays,
That I have so much to talk!
I come home dirty and wet,
I run straight to bed.
For its Monday tomorrow,
And I have school instead!
This. Exactly this happened to me…