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Month: July, 2013

This year.

I have learnt to appreciate people more, in the past year. Let’s say it’s been the most active one I’ve had socially.

I changed jobs. I completed by 16th year of education (you know what I mean.) I am doing what I want to do – which is slightly more important than what I wanted to do.

People are interesting. Some will be victims of their own assumptions. Some will have habits and some will judge habits. People will want your attention and it’s perfectly fine to give it to them and yes, it’s perfectly fine to want some too. There will be people who will lurk in the background playing a non-descript role till someone on stage drops out and they get a window to themselves.

There will be people who look down upon you for the choices you had or you never had. They will want to be credited for having chosen a life they did and they will have weaknesses that they take to their grave. DON’T go looking for their soft spots. If someone does not want you to know something, you owe them that space. They will read books and watch movies that have names you can’t pronounce but hey, don’t stop doing what you like. Smile and wave, boys- smile and wave.

Social media is brilliant. They argue that you need to spend more time with people you know in the real physical world, but sometimes, these real, physical people have things to do at times you need them, or simply have things to do. Sometimes, things change and you can’t keep up with that change because no matter how much you expect it to be slow, it’s still change you know? It’s okay to talk to someone, anyone who is around. They are, after all, people. So rant, chatter, and lust after whom you want to. You are after all, human and you have evolved so far.

Dating is good. Relationships are better. The ones that can’t be defined are okay too, so long as you are okay being in one. Sometimes you can be in love with an idea and if the idea has a face, you either give yourself the freedom to chase it or stay with the prescription or do what you like. Friendships needn’t be by how long you talk on the phone or how many times. I’ve come to terms with bonds in which I can talk with people less than once a year and still know they care. But stay around for the ones who you want to stick with for longer.

I have learnt to do what I like. I have learnt to like people despite their shortcomings because they deserved to be liked and not because I have shortcomings too. I have learnt to deal with those.

And importantly, I have learnt that somewhere someone will think you are beautiful. My definitions are limited by my assumptions and I know a lot of people say it just to make you feel less uncomfortable. You should have lost weight when your mum asked you to and you should do something about it even now. But maybe you do make someone’s day and they want you to believe it with the same earnestness that you want someone to believe you. When you tell them how they are worth every second look, every smile and much, much more. I’ve learnt to live with myself.

Honestly, it’s been a good year.



That point in time when you wonder why you can’t do the things they do.

Why he doesn’t want to be different.

Why there’s no template for different people.

Why means and methods of being together are not the same as you’ve seen.

Why they are always happy in their phone calls.

Why your words are not as beautiful as theirs.

Why they can slip their hands into the other’s so effortlessly.

Why the anniversaries and the Valentine’s Days and the other numbers are only celebrated by others.

Why you can’t get the happy ending you have seen others get.

That’s when you point to their shoes and realise that you aren’t wearing theirs and they won’t wear yours.

Ordinary Lives – 8.

She look at him in the darkness. The heat of his body hadn’t cooled down yet. His breathing was slow and childlike now. The weight of his shin on her foot.
The cars drove through puddles. A clocked ticked 10 feet away. Her only light was an abstract reflection on the ceiling.
She leaned closer to him, her hand under his chest. The smell of soap from an hour ago (or was it two?) had been adulterated with saltier, tangier elements.
For a second she refused to acknowledge, she wanted to push herself apart and sleep on her own. On a less sweaty bed after a bath.
Then she buried her nose in his cheek.
Years of distances and awkwardnesses vanished. Her lip found the corner of his. Like forgiveness. Like a fruit of patience. The reality and the softness of his body made her heart beat itself against her lungs. Beat till it burst or beat till her lungs gave way. Beat more than it would in the moments that they loved each other’s bodies.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep – out of exhaustion and relief.
An hour later, he fell asleep too.

On Tubby Legs and Heavy Hearts

I won’t even have the gut to write this. It’s tough, I try to change, but then I give up. Too lazy, always rationalising, finding other things to do and eventually just not losing weight is something that happens. Every day. I don’t want to give up. I want to try. I try to change and then the diets come in.
But yes, I’ll remember the people who decided that me being fat is something that affects more than space. Not for revenge. I’m too soft to do that, no pun there. But just for a little note of how I am noted in their eyes and how I’d rather not be there at all.

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I watched a video on Upworthy today. A video about Dustin Hoffman on his character in the film ‘Tootsie’. I’m sure it was shared somewhere on your Facebook walls or Twitter timelines.

If not, here it is —

Watch it again, if you haven’t already.

Now, I haven’t blogged here in a very, very long time, but today, this moved me to immediately pen down my thoughts.

Mr. Hoffman, at one point in the video, says he couldn’t believe that he wasn’t more attractive when he was made-up to look like a woman. For me, this hit the proverbial nail right on its narrow-minded head.

I’ve struggled with weight and self-esteem issues for as long as I can remember. Apart from being a skinny toddler, I’ve always had the chubbiest cheeks, the tubbiest legs and the dimples on my elbows that so many kids in school seemed to lack.


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A letter to Chetan Bhagat from Indian Muslim Youth

Simple. The minute you address ANY community of personal choice, you’re quite the idiot.


Given below is the text of a letter that was initially written by a group of individuals and sent as a rejoinder to the article written by Chetan Bhagat titled,Letter from an Indian Muslim Youth published in The Times of India on 30 June 2013. The letter was sent to The Times of India The signatories include non-Muslims, because a large number of the emails read, ‘I am not a Muslim but I am equally disgusted by Chetan Bhagat’s letter’. Given below is the text of letter followed by more than 200 signatures:

A Letter to Mr. Chetan Bhagat from Indian Muslim Youth

3rd July 2013

Dear Mr. Bhagat,

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