Find a comfy chair after 7 p.m.

I still cannot remember my alternate career epiphany. But, then I am partially blonde now so it’s more difficult for me to remember things. Well meaningless clichés wasn’t the point of this blog post. India’s Daughter was. Heard of it? Well now you have. Go watch it. Well, here’s the thing. You seemingly can’t watch it if you’re in India. Because there was a court order to remove this content from YouTube.  How ingenious of my government. The government doth hide-th too much, methinks. Also, thanks for creating more interest and curiosity via this defensive step!!

Well I said seemingly for a reason.

My mom sent me a video on self-defense recently. Her way of trying to make me safe on dimly lit streets of my city from 3123 kms away. I jokingly said I will try all these moves on the next boy I come across on the road, to which she got really alarmed and said, “Only if they provoke you physically! Just ignore them”. I don’t recall ever provoking a guy into misbehaving with me, unless you count existing on the road at the same time as him as misbehaving. I mollified my mother and agreed to karate chopping boys only on a physical provocation only basis. This coming from my fire-breathing dragoness of a mother who has never been afraid of standing up for herself and calling out on anything she believes is not fair and never takes anything lying down, puts into perspective how scared she really is and how much uncertainty there exists for a girl living alone (or otherwise) in an Indian city. Everyone is frightened though they veil this fear with regular socially acceptable concern. I get “text me when you get home” requests from co-workers, friends & my mom on a daily basis. Yes, it’s that bad. People aren’t even confident you’re going to reach home safely. And we have become so used to this, we don’t think how ridiculous the request was to begin with. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t trying to be hyper aware of my surroundings while walking alone – day or night.

It also occurs to me how us women have become a handicap for the men around us. They’re constantly cautioned to take care of us. Ensure nothing happens to us. Blamed if something does. In fact, we call out men who don’t act “manly” if ever our honor is targeted by a wolf whistle. I don’t get it. How is the man you’re with responsible for another man’s wolf whistle exactly? It’s the worse vicious cycle in the world. Men assault women, women look to men for defense. I am not saying men on the whole are untrustworthy. Far from that. I am saying it’s ridiculous that men should be so pressurized to clean up other men’s messes. It’s all so messed up.

Well Happy Holi, folks.

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D.I.Y.

I recently had a conversation with some friends at work about alternate careers. My initial answer was “critic” – books, food, people, places – I would love to write about any of these with my very critical, cynical, catty world view of course. And then later, I had this brilliant, mind-blowing epiphany about what I would really want to do. And now I cannot remember what that thought was. I am guessing it’s not something you need a good memory for.

It’s fascinating to think about, though, and really drives home the fact that you’re not really doing something you’re totally 100% passionate about. There’s something to be said about having multiple interests of course and I would also like to whisper, “The grass is always greener… always.” But, still, what if there is something you should be doing, or another place you should be at. Do you think you still have time enough to start afresh? If you’re a 22 year old reading this, don’t bother answering. Someone I correspond with regularly said they would like to sail around the world sampling different types of tea. Thanks to Twinings, the latter half of that alternate life plan should be fairly easy.

I want to know what some of our mothers would have liked to do. They were so bound to home and hearth, trying to make the best of situations they couldn’t have possibly wanted to be their life story. How do they live having buried all those wants deep into some dark recess of their hearts. So deep that they don’t even admit having a personal dream is an actual thing. It’s just something they aspire for their offspring, sometimes with disastrous consequences. Wanting the best for your children and wishing they do something you would have or liked to given a chance are two very different things. One of them being alarmingly corrosive.

Can we get social evolutionary accelerator please?

Of hats and sharp objects.

Turns out I am terrible at addictions. Couldn’t sustain a smoking habit every time I tried. I am however very good with short term obsessions. Current object of my obsession is Cillian Murphy. I cannot stop cyber stalking this insanely private person. But to be fair, more than him, it’s Thomas Shelby I am after. If you haven’t already started watching Peaky Blinders, today is the perfect day so start. It’s brilliantly written, enacted and scored. The soundtrack of Series 1 is so brilliant, it literally blew my mind, and believe me, I am not one of those people who care overly about soundtrack. At the most, I would notice a song I know and like is playing in the soundtrack of a show or movie, or rarely, start liking a random song from the soundtrack and then Google it. [All That I Want by Dawn Golden from an episode of Suits is an example.] But the score of this show is hard to miss. It sets the scenes and moods so well – it’s like it’s another entity in the show, and now I finally understand what plot-pertinent music is.

But back to Cillian Murphy! Lord have mercy. That’s one pretty, pretty man with the ability to act your socks (and other smalls) off. After I was done with Peaky (Series 1&2 – and yay, there’s to be a Series 3), I watched Red Lights. Another good find – a thriller which for once is not obvious and predictable. I had noticed him in Red Eye and the Dark Knight movies, of course, but when he’s cast as lead he really comes to his own and carries the show. Something about those watery grey eyes. Sam Neill’s brilliant Irish accent is another gem. Go watch, peeps! Free publicity for Peaky ends. For now. There are other shows that I would love to go on endlessly about, but feel less inclined to on account of laziness. But I will mention some current drama titles:

How to Get Away with Murder, Suits, Girls [if you like crazy-dysfunctional – this is your show], Peaky Blinders [couldn’t help it], American Horror Story [okay, all my favorite shows are bat shit crazy], GOT, Downton Abbey, Penny Dreadful & Sherlock. Shows that will be missed: The Mentalist & Mad Men.

I should stop watching this much television…. Make me. 😀