The Cynic in Me?

Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss. Sometimes you really Really REALLY wish you didn't know any better.

So much of cynicism in the world already. That teeny-meeny capsule of hope, faith, kindness, and everything 'nice' (As Powerpuff Girls say it. Dont you just love the 90's? :)) just keeps on shrinking in your heart. Add to this, a daily dose of crass, grating reality which instills and reinstills the eternal maxim of survival-"Never take people at their face value. Ever."

Happy people, Sad lives, Sad stories, Sob stories, Story book romances, Hardly-So realities, mixed in a pot pourri of truths and half truths. A face you knew....a face you 'thought' you knew....and then face's' you wish you knew! The Manipulating and the Manipulated mixing as neatly as sugar in water and yet leaving that familiar bad after-taste. In this case, feeling like a royal fool.

" Oh! Come on he/she can't be that bad! Look rumours will always be there.....pinch of salt....but surely not in between friends? Wait...what?? No way! I refuse to believe...I...look I'm gonna give him/her the benefit of doubt here...." and Voila! ___________ :

Sometimes its best not knowing too many people too well....too much information....too much details. It clogs you mindspace and keeps you tense, suspicious and second-guessing perpetually. And what category of 'happy' does that slot you in??! (Presuming that is what everyone's gunning for after the customary money--mercedes-mansion chase)

Perhaps you were better of being in the dark about someone than reliving your bad judgement calls everytime that person passes you by in the hallway. Perhaps you were better off wholly unaware of reality than being continously haunted by your acts of misplaced faith each time that person's name pops up on Facebook/Orkut (Seriously?)/ Twitter (jobless, much?) ??

Perhaps all that you really want is to to return to what used-to-be. The old familiar cocoon, warm with memories of being able to share your innermost thoughts (the silliest, the creepiest) with someone without a second thought, to hold nothing back in distrust and self-preservation, to fall easily into the pattern of hushed confidences between classes and smothered laughter in the library.

Perhaps what you really wish is for a person to say what they mean and mean what they say.

And perhaps you are tired of being made a fool of. Each time. Every time....

Just Saying. (Part 1)

The Brits gave us the railways and the telegraphs, the English language and Christianity, the ......
Yes! they gave us the Jallianwala Bagh and Partition, the Gora Sahebs and the Memsahibs, the...
But most importantly they gave us _____(Hold your breath) ______ (You are not really holding your breath, are you? :D) _______AN INFERIORITY COMPLEX.
Yes! You read it right folks!

So much so that the English language has been imparted a divine status. Dare anyone pronounce 'sheep' as 'seep' 'yesterday' as 'yusturday'- WOAH!!! Grammatical errors - 'I goes' but she 'returned back' - HAAAW!!
I'm sure you must have noticed...its a common enough trend. For example : In class, the moment the teacher who has a 'funny' accent begins speaking, a wave of giggles passes through the class with a couple of kids mouthing the wrongly pronounced word.
OR If a student gets up in class to read and his accent is ___you guessed it - 'funny'(!), other kids will glance at each other or snicker softly.

Look, I'm not advocating wrong pronounciation, just saying that its interesting how people go ga-ga over Brit pronounication, American accent, Austraayelien twang but not us, never us! When it comes to a slip of the tongue by an Indian - Oh My God?!! Did you hear him speak?So desi!!!

After all, its a language. Its supposed to be twisted into, played around with or it will never evolve.
I mean if I look at any of the vernacular languages. For example : Sylheti Bengali widely differs from Bengali spoken in say...Kolkata. Or Telegu spoken in the Telengana area differs from Telegu spoken in many other parts of Andhra Pradesh.
But I doubt if that difference is treated with scorn or ridicule.
Wonder why we as people are so skeptical about anyone who doesnt conform with the rules in English? And who decides these rules anyway? Whats wrong with Indi English? Every other European country seems to have their own version.So why not us?

Underneath Your Skin

 Psst-I'm listening to Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd.Its been an age since i blogged,and it seems all new again. Blogging sorta,is like thinking out loud,so many times you end up with your foot in your mouth,or you offend someone who would probably wanna gut you alive!! But besides all the blonde moments it is awesome in so many ways!

Any how,this song here is called "Comfortably Numb". There are a million question we seek answers to,and most of them can never be answered. Its heavy stuff,overwhelming actually.

The song has dark undertones,a little pessimistic. Its like when you know how a neo-noirmovie ends,and you still see it,just for the fun of it. Its amazing how we do things just for kicks,get into things and hope to get out of them.You get those cliches everyday,and you use them abuse them,not even amazed a little by how true they are. We go the full circle.......sometimes getting lost midway ,cocky fools we are!:P

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.