For you.

Breathing is a involuntary action is what they taught me when I was a tiny tot in school....unlike motor skills where your brain is in charge and initiates movement to achieve something...but breathing, it's involuntary.

Today I caught myself actually not breathing while lost in thought. I just stopped breathing. My mind wandered off while it left my body standing by the sidelines of it's racetrack. Of course when my lungs suddenly burst out in tears for air, is when I came to and lapped up a pretty big sip of O2. How can someone forget to breathe? Even when someone is panicking, you will see the calmer person telling them to "breathe...just remember to breathe"!

If you have to 'remember' to breathe, how is that involuntary?
Or is there a deeper moral to be learnt here?

No matter how naturally it comes to you, no matter how easily available the resources are, no matter how basic and essential it is to you - don't ever take it for granted!! When you're buried in work, take time out for your family and friends. When you're too preoccupied with the goings on of life's daily stress, take time out to read your favourite book. When you're too unsure or too insecure or too obsessed, don't forget to breathe. and the biggest lesson of all - do it for yourself.

When the time is right.

Timing.

Timing is a beautiful thing... when it works out :) 

I just watched a movie that lent more than just entertainment to my idle mind this Thursday. It's a movie about a mother, a housewife, who is taken for granted by her husband and children but still learns how to live life on her own terms. She thinks openly, loves freely and lives with blissful abandon while she lays out the cobblestones of her preferred path while still never letting go of the hands of her unworthy family. It gave a much needed backing to my own views about people. Regardless of qualification or communication or interests or intent...everyone around you is worthy. Worthy of your respect. Worthy of a kind word. Worthy of a smile. Worthy of a helping hand. Worthy of your attention.

Everyone deserves to be treated as an equal...respect them for who they are, you will not be disappointed.

People will forget what you did for them or what you said. But people will never forget how you made them feel.

True story.

Karma, baby, I love you :)

This is it. I'm a genius.

Think about this:

A universe is a singular thing.
Every singular thing is a universe.

Before you think I'm smoking something, let me explain...I'm sitting at the cornish right now and I'm looking up at the sky. The dull sky showcases none but one star...I think about how far away it is and how big it is. If the lonely star were ever to just lose it, decide to give up and shrug and fall, how everything in it's path would be destroyed...including me, who's sitting here looking at it. That would be star-suicide. No wonder in our world, suicide is more than just frowned upon here...because you see, when someone commits suicide, they kill all the little universes in their path.

An atom is its own universe. A molecule owns the atoms' ass but is still the molecules' own universe. A cell is its own. A limb is its own. A human body, made up of many limbs, is its own little universe. Self sufficient, self reliant, everything you need, is right there!! The seas, the oceans, the deserts, the cities, the world, the Earth, our solar system, our galaxy, our entire existence...each one singularly one, yet collectively one. wow. #mindblown

You cannot mess with one without messing with the other in some minimal manner at least...no matter how far we are, we're still affecting each other...we still touch each other.

Still a part, even apart.

Bad Ads!

For every cultural (or not) fest in college, we had an event called "Mad Ads"...the ginormously talented group of super intelligent 'cool-guys' in these events would come up with uber creative gibberish that the rest of us mere mortals would laugh at and remember for the rest of our lives. Somehow when these species graduate, they dissipate into dark matter. They NEVER evolve into the people making Television Advertisements, or Television Adverts, or TV Adverts, or TV Commercials, or TVCs...wait..."evolve" points at growing into something better...what's the opposite of evolve? Devolve? Anyway, I'm devolving my thoughts here. SO...yeah, where do these people go? I think the corporate monster chewed them up and spat these ads out.

Look at the ads that are on TV now-a-days!! Sometimes I just want to eat my eyes because they see such horrendous television. With Priyanka Chopra cutsie-ing it up in the "I hate the Chip-Chip" ad....or Sonam I-have-no-intonation Kapoor in the most irritating ad of all time while she pukes out the words "I am just like you". Even when you see some healthy brand-eats-brand competition ads with Samsung and Micromax....ALL the ads on TV are annoying!! It's like we're back in the 90's! Devolving. Again.

I loved the 80's...peppy jingles, sprightly tunes, brightly smiling non-actors over shadowed the bad TVCs...but in today's world, we have no overshadowing; because we're in an eclipse of derailed intelligence.

Note to brands : We are not stupid. Give us back our Mad Ad dudes!!

I played the tune of regret.

I was listening to an instrumental....a death metal song about hope and its opposite...and this is the resultant lyrical odyssey, only not so lyrical.

(no resemblance to anyone alive or dead. Ok, maybe dead).

Familiar sounds of your presence

topped my glass with calm

but that was once upon a time

the lullaby has lost its charm.

When I lust for the path not taken,

my angel asks if it's a sin,

my devil looks me in the eye,

turns back to the mirror for conversation.

Madness is not ordinary,

Not a guest in a motel,

Its real is what is fictionary,

Stops at the doorstep of hell.

When what is wanted is what's expected,

When what is expected is not what I get,

At the burial of my spirit,

I played the tune of regret.

Uptight. Very tight.

 

I look at her, trying to catch her eye. Her gaze is fixed firmly on her phone as she walks into the club and over to our table. How am I supposed to make friends with her if she's not ever going to look at me!! Then the second woman walks in and does the exact same thing!!! Then the third lady saunters in…there's a pattern : they're all doing the eyes on the phone, too bored to look at anyone, bitch mode ON drill. I'm either missing out on some really popular telephonic gossip or these women are way too obsessed with their virtual social networking lives!!x

Curiously, I peek into the phone of the chick standing right next to me…thank god for new large screen phones ;D it's in the idle screen…no new notifications…her thumb just swipes across the screen to move into the next. Nope, nothing new there either. Slowly it hits me, there's a third option as well and one that I think is the real reason : self conscious, these lovely ladies don't know what to do with their hands as they walk into a club and assume that all eyes are on them. Slightly counterproductive, I think to myself. How do you expect to "fit in" if you're planning on being your phone's date all night?! x

Pushing past the obvious invisible wall they put up, I strike up a conversation with closest large-screen-phone girl…and guess what, she's really nice!! Immediately the phone goes into the pretty clutch that matches her cute dress perfectly…and it stays there all night.x

How come men don't have this problem or complex or insecurity, if you will? Maybe they haven't been judged and belittled all their carefree lives. AH…gender discrimination still exists a little bit, even if it’s only in our own minds.