The Sameness of being Unique!

Hey hey hey! Conundrum. So... you've heard people say to you, or perhaps to other people, 'You are unique my friend', 'Or there's no one quite like you', 'You are special because you are so different'.

Differet, yeah right! If that is so, then why do we all have 'similar' characteristics and behave in the same fashion on different occasions?

I mean, I'm confused. So we're all baked in the same oven, with the same bread, but different moulds, but taste similar or...? And are all crisp and have the same breaking point or some are kind of stronger, more hard, flakier, and so on? So we're same, yet unique. Or unique yet same.

Whatever. It's the same thing ain't it?

Ok, ok,...at least I asked.

The Importance of adrenaline

Take a look around. Something drives everything. Be it physical, emotional or spiritual. Lust, greed, oxygen, love, fear, desire, petrol, diesel, bulls, bears, ink, keyboards, servers, motors, oh and on and on and on.

We're a very 'driven' planet. Pause! ....................

Ummm....so where are we going?

So round and round and round we go. No wonder the planet's in a spin.

Look, it so happens, that we're all chasing each other in a giant car rally. Ahhh! Now it's clear. It's a race by the race. And if you have a race, you got to have mobility of some sort. For which you require some fuel. Voila adrenaline!

So, what drives you?

What's the hardest thing to govern?

Aah! Of course you have the answers.

It could be any of the following:
a) People
b) Fetishes
c) Allergies
d) Number of greys one keeps sprouting everyday
e) Your enemies
f) Your friends
g) Your parents
h) Money of course
i) Assets (movable and immovable)
j) Pets
k) Wrinkles
l) The weather

But no...the hardest thing to govern is of course as the great Queen Elisabeth I would have us believe is, 'the heart'.

Aww well...

Twists in the tale!

Strangers among friends or friends among strangers. Which would you prefer?

Mirror image!

Why are some people called 'photogenic?' Why do they picture so well?
I don't picture well at all, but then I don't look nice at all, so I guess pictures tell the truth don't they? So if you're pretty or handsome or arresting, it'll show and if you're not...well, like me, you can decide to avoid being in the photographs.

Oh well, why do some mirrors show you as fat, and some tall, or thin or whatever? Yeah, why?

Why can't serendipity happen to me?

So you see this dashing man. He's tall, got salt-and-pepper hair. He's standing 2 people away from you in a queue. He's reading. He wears glasses. He's not terribly good-looking, but yet he's very attractive. He carries himself well.

Then he opens his mouth and speaks too (not to me) and you hear the voice, the accent. It's fine. Very fine. You check out the luggage and make an assessment.

You go to google the next day and you actually manage to find out. He's some hot-shot at some media channel.

You wonder, you shake your head and you say, naah! Serendipity is meant for others, and in story books and films.

Sigh! But it can't be that difficult for it to happen right? I've been praying hard. I've been visualizing. But what does my heart and mind say? It asks, how can it happen to you?

What if you could be a new you?

Great question. I've been thinking ever since that question hit me in the solar plexus.

Yeah, what if I could be a new me? What would I change? Am awaiting answers.

And you?

Babel it is!

So a friend and I decide to go to a movie. Planned 3 days in advance. The day arrives. Friend and I figure out the movie theatre, time, plan for dinner and 10.00 pm movie. Babel it is.

I reach the said place at 7.30 pm, approach the movie tickets booking counter. It's one of those fancy, plush, hip new multiplexes. You can pay by credit card. There are 10 screens. The price of the tickets could easily be a meal for two at a fast food joint. Anyway, thankfully the ticket counter is not milling about with movie goers desperately hoping for the gateway to lose themselves in reeldom for 2 hrs. I ask for Babel for 10.00 and also ask about other English movies. Stormbreaker and Dead or Alive are the 2 other movies that are running. One is at 7.55 pm. I shake my head and ask for Babel. 'Not in the front please' I make special mention. Back row.

Tickets slide out of machines nowadays at these fancy places. Not the serrated edges' coupon kinds with date, show timing and seat no. and row clearly written besides the amount. I sign for my credit card, look at the ticket, check for the day, the screen and am ok with it. Fatal mistake one!

Go traipsing down 2 floors to a store, picke up a tee, then to another, browse, wait for friend. It's one of those malls where everything is glitzy and beckoning you to spend, spend, spend. I do. Friend comes, then we head to the restaurant above which also has a separate bar. No tables at the restaurant, but the cover for the bar is not too bad, we head in after paying and being stamped on the writsts like we were convicts. The place is abuzz, like most watering holes in this city , especially on a Friday night. We find there is no table or seats. We stand. We order our drinks and some fries. Everything else is bloody expensive. Disposable incomes, software and IT sure has become hard for the rest of us mere mortals to be able to afford a middle-class lifestyle. We decide to have our dinner at another place after shouting ourselves hoarse to be heard above the cacophony of people babbling, music, television, etc.

We get up, head for the Food Court and have our dinner. Friends asks once again, movie is at 10.00 right? And I confidently say, yes, we have enough time. The theater's just another flight of stairs above.

9.55 pm. We head upstairs. We're let into the theater lobby, we're 'security checked' and then head for the dark confines of the theater. We're directed to our seats. We're settling in. 2 other movie goers then approach us for our seats. We get up and enquire about our seats with the usher. Confusion or fatal mistake 2!

Piece de resistance - the tickets are for a show at 19.55 hrs. I'm agape. I rush to the counter outside and confront the ticket dispenser. He shrugs. My voice rises in anger and frustration and I say I want to speak with the manager. He directs me to him.

I rush across to the young, pleasant looking, calm 'manager' who listens to me. From the way he's listening to me, I know I've lost the case. I feel anger at myself for not having checked the bloody timing. The 'manager' called Jai (I read his name on the lapel badge) takes our tickets, goes across to the ticket counter and is on his cell phone all at the same time. He gets back to us as we follow him with a 'I'm so sorry' demeanour.

"What would you do if you were in my place? Can't you understand that this is a genuine mistake? I couldn't be more clear about wanting to see Babel. This is a mistake, mine and your staff's. I'm not conning you or trying to create a scene. I feel angry at myself for not checking. But we're not all perfect. Can't you do something? Let me sit on the aisles and see the movie? Or issue a new set of tickets for another show the next day?"

I rant. Jai asks me for my number and says he'll try to do something. "I know you're saying that only to make me feel better, because I know you won't do anything. I feel like punching you and punching myself because of this slip up. You can take money from me, I don't care, but you're not making an exception to a genuine mistake."

I walk away. I cry. I feel miserable you see. I've let my friend down too. And I lost money. And I came up a cropper, a fool who thought she was smart. I feel so upset.

The babel in my heart and head is going on about the disappointment, the anger, the entire scene's replay.

I feel stupid. Maybe I will laugh tomorrow about it. But right here, right now, I wish for a happy ending. Manager calling out to me, giving me 2 tickets, refunding my money, anything, something. Hard luck!Sorry Brad, I know I'm the Pitts.

Why do such things happen to genuine people? And it's okay to feel really upset right? So what if it's only a movie?

It's January!

Hark ye all, the new year cometh and is here to stay for the remaining 362 days of circa 2007. The first month of the year is here, the month in which I was born.

Wonder what this year bodes for all of us? Me, you, friends, family, work, the world at large.

Will it be one of those crucial, path-breaking, benchmarking kind of years, or will it be yet another year of despair, hopelessness and mental trauma and immeasurable grief?

So Mista God, whadday think? Will you be kind or wreak your wrath at gullible and fallible souls like yours truly? Could I bribe you? Oh well....(shrug)!

Tomorrow's dreams today!

It's that time of the year when Kahlil Gibran's wisdom of 'Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream' is about to burst with the hope and aspirations and wishes of 2 billion voices around the globe.

Well, let's just celebrate living shall we?

So, hey, wassup for New Year's? Where you going Mister God? Who're you going with? Which party? Rock da party Mista God, but don't drink and drive.

By the way, what's your poison Mista God? Oh well, at least I asked.

Egads!

That's the first thought that came into my head now.

Why? Cause I was wondering about some titles for this post and realized I'd probably used it all up at idiosyncrazies. And then another thought whispered into my ear, "So how different is this blog going to be from idiosyncrazies?" And I just curled my lip downward like the Yahoo smiley icons :( and shrugged my shoulder and let the answer just be.

Let's just wait and watch the developments shall we?

For starters, have you ever wondered if, when you fart, say while huffing and puffing at the treadmill at the gym, if there are air bubbles and the fabric in that area kind of puckers up as a sign for everyone else? Like if you farted in a swimming pool, you'd see the bubbles right? Something about the gas with H2O?

Oh well! At least I asked.

Stumped!

I was on vacation in the Eastern part of the country and the one week I spent travelling with my mother generated enough content in my head that could fuel at least 10 odd posts or topics for discussion.

But now when I actually sit down to write, I'm stumped. Of course I will write my travelogue. Of course.

Lots of X'masy kind of bonhomie and cheer floating around in the city. Blinking lights, glittering shop windows, sad looking Santas shaking hands with adoring kids and shoppers, shoppers and more shoppers everywhere. Phew! Oops, I forgot the SMSes. That too.

And check out the HP ad for their lap-tops. It's about the New Age Santa travelling with his cool lap-top and the things it can do to help him do his thinggie. Oh well, the world is moving too fast and a world as depicted in Minority Report or perhaps Fifth Element is on the anvil.

Whatever, wherever, however, let's just hail the years ahead and Season's Greetings to all. Just enjoy and go with the flow!

Vacation time!

Everyone needs a break. It's time for mine. Hope when I get back, I feel whole. It's about time to mend the broken.

Cheers!

Prologue!

Prologue vs. epilogue - same difference as beginning and end, first and last, now and later.

So as prologues go, which means the beginning, am hoping that this blog here will herald a new beginning. Of thought. Of luck. Of attitude. Of me.

That it wil be the harbinger of lots of smiles. That the old blog, will give way to this scrubbed clean, new one. That though the old one has been an urn for all my idiosyncrasies, this new one here will be also be a kettle for all things essentially me. It's tough to let go. But some things have got to be done. Pages when turned always reveal new words, new plots, new characters, leading inexorably towards the end.

Let's see how goes this book here. Can I do it?

Hmmm....

Jolly Good!

A new beginning at the end of the year. Could it be better? Well, let's hope it is.