Alright. Have you ever had that feeling in which you feel that you are just another average person who'll end up with an average life and that you're nothing special?
I get that all the time. I feel so insecure about my future. My present. Even about the things which have happened in the past.
It's a rhetorical question: Why me?
Most of the time, I blame myself for being so average.
But you know what? I am NOT average. And you know what? You're NOT average either.
What causes that feeling in you is NOT you. It's those little people that surround you during most of your waking hours.
On a personal account, I shall state and prove with an example now:
There's this kid in my class. Let us name him Paul.
Now Paul is, in people's eyes, a very sober, calm, composed and intelligent hard working child.
Real story? Yeah, he's finely bright and hard-working? Rest, I shall elaborate.
You see, I don't know what the matter is with him, but he's sort of "afraid" of talking to girls.
Whenever a girl comes in front of him, he freezes. As soon as she departs, he turns into a Mafioso.
He morphs into a manipulative, assertive and irate personality. They say it right, looks are deceiving.
Who would've thought that THIS person would be the one who filled the mind of an innocent boy to attack me in retaliation. (He'd got hit by a pencil box par faute by me).
That kid didn't say anything. I apologized and he was fine with it.
Seconds later, Paul is filling his mind with shrewd and demeaning thoughts.
10 seconds later, I have a flying keychain hitting me on the head thus resulting in gushes of blood coming out of the left side of my head.
Yeah, Paul. Way to go!
Paul always completes his homework. He studies intently for his exams. He's pretty fine. He gets good marks. Better than me many times.
But you know what? Even though my homework's not on time many times. Even though I study casually for the exams and become vigorous only in the last few preceding days, I'm better than you. Why? I'll tell you why.
Today in English class, we had to write down a few things "being dictated by the teacher.
Paul was sitting behind me. The teacher said something like, "Antony's speech is considered immortal" .. Now, firstly, boys like Paul have no interest whatsoever in literature so..I don't even want to comment.
So, Paul asked everyone around him the spelling of "Speech" and "Diplomat" ..
Yeah, so a 10th grader of "high repute" asking all this. Bright kid, yeah.
What I'm trying to prove through this post is, "Does it really matter?"
Does it matter if you're bright academically and are a good student if you have a bad character?
What is the essence of education? Marks/ Grades compose only 50% of our education.
The rest. The rest consists of our life and social skills that develop over time. Our nature, our affection, our attitude, our perception of life, our dreams.
People like him who consider themselves :Perfect: .. I'd say they're wrong.
I do pretty fine academically. Not outstanding, I agree. But I have friends. I have a good pure mind. I love the environment. I love people. I love my life even when it's going poopy. I dream every single night.
I am NOT average.
I am. Me.
And nothing can change that. Not what they say. Not what they think. Not what anyone thinks.
It's what I think. And what's my take on everything.
You just gotta strive to be a better person.
And when you are one, everything's gonna get all fine by itself.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Koo Koo Kachoo.
Now, I know the song I Am The Walrus by The Beatles is a classic and all that.
But I simply love this cover by Oasis.
Oasis are one of my favorites. They're just simply awesome.
But I simply love this cover by Oasis.
Oasis are one of my favorites. They're just simply awesome.
Monday, August 16, 2010
"You say it best, when you say nothing at all"
I have this thing for the '90s since I was born in them and I miss them dearly. They were the years. :')
And therefore, 90s music is as dear to me as anything else.
So, I was watching vh1 early morning this previous Sunday.
And the following song came up. And I felt all nostalgic and happy. :')
And then I came across a version of this song by Alison Krauss.
These things from the past which randomly appear in my present delight me so much.
Exactly what I needed to make my Sunday. :)
And therefore, 90s music is as dear to me as anything else.
So, I was watching vh1 early morning this previous Sunday.
And the following song came up. And I felt all nostalgic and happy. :')
And then I came across a version of this song by Alison Krauss.
These things from the past which randomly appear in my present delight me so much.
Exactly what I needed to make my Sunday. :)
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The newly rich, nostalgia.
I'm going to be talking about something which everyone must have seen but never really pondered over.
So. We've all seen rich people, right? (I'm not filthy rich, you see. I'm from a very average South Delhi household)
So, anyway. We've all seen rich people.
But have you noticed how different Rich Person A was from Rich Person B?
I have classified rich people into two categories.
1. The Hierarchal Rich.
The Hierarchal Rich are those who've been rich since the dawn of the modern times.
Their grandfathers and great grandfathers businesses and empires still bring them treasures to take home. They're classy and live in grandeur. They have luxurious homes. They act like high society should. Their wardrobes are filled with labels by European designers. Their little daughters start reading Vogue Italia from age 8. Their sons are taught how to play Polo since age 6 who are then sent to the West for their higher education. The wives attend their little kitty parties, charity functions and what-not.
They have a servant for everything. And oh, do not forget farm houses and swimming pools.
No, I'm not stereotyping. I've seen all of it. Trust me.
2. The Newly Rich.
Now this is the category I shall talk over. The newly rich are those who are originally from small towns. They migrated to urbania. They mysteriously acquired a whole lot of wealth somehow.
And well, now they're filthy rich.
But what separates them from the hierarchals?
Well, EVERYTHING.
Let me elaborate with an example.
My parents took me and my sister for dinner to one of our random far-off relatives' place.
Now this man who is about to come into view is the PERFECT example of what I call Newly Rich.
Okay, so this man - Raju, is originally from small town Agra. I have no idea how my mom is related to him, I dont even wanna know.
Anyway, he got into the stock market biz and acquired this whole glob of money and now he's just very rich.
He then bought a house in Noida. Now here comes the main part.
Yeah, so he bought a house in suburbia. But then, he furnished his house SO GARISHLY, it looked as if he's running a display for the Home Store.
A Hierarchal would furnish and decorate his house with class and grandeur. There would be marble sculptures and mild colors. There would be a whole lot of greenery. The furniture would be exclusive, suave and sharp.
Whereas in Raju's home, the kitchen decor had bright shades of red and white hitting your head so hard it made you dizzy. The furniture was so overdone and ostentatious, it looked like he went straight to a store and bought the first thing with a price tag which was something like Rs. 1,00, 000.
Let me tell you, everything which is 50 grand and above is not exquisite.
Getting back to Raju. Ok, he had 50 inch plama screens in every freakin' room of his house.
The lighting and decor of his house was that of a banquet hall. That too, overdone.
There's just one way to explain his lifestyle: gaudy.
He came up to my sister with those big CD Case which read, "Top Indian Classical Musicians" which included the works by random Indian maestros I've not really heard of.
He then said, "Look at this! I bought this recently. They play this in all of the top hotels all the time"
Well, he's trying so hard.
I could go on and on about this. I would just advice him, and the newly rich folk to kindly subtle it down a bit and go modest. We know you've got the bucks. We know you can afford it all.
However, going over the top just makes you look like a dork.
Take a tip or two from the folks living on Aurangzeb Road, yeah?
If I, too, somehow mysteriously acquire all this wealth, I would certainly be a lot more different. That's for sure.
Well, someday. ;)
Anyway, in a totally unrelated piece of incidence, I visited one of my aunts since she'd recently given birth to a baby.
When I saw her, I started getting all these flashbacks.
I clearly remember her wedding. I was 5 or 6 when she got married. And now she has two daughters.
Time passes by so swiftly and you don't even realize. :)
I felt so nostalgic at that time. I think I've grown up enough now.
Peter Pan's soul, I'm free. :)
So. We've all seen rich people, right? (I'm not filthy rich, you see. I'm from a very average South Delhi household)
So, anyway. We've all seen rich people.
But have you noticed how different Rich Person A was from Rich Person B?
I have classified rich people into two categories.
1. The Hierarchal Rich.
The Hierarchal Rich are those who've been rich since the dawn of the modern times.
Their grandfathers and great grandfathers businesses and empires still bring them treasures to take home. They're classy and live in grandeur. They have luxurious homes. They act like high society should. Their wardrobes are filled with labels by European designers. Their little daughters start reading Vogue Italia from age 8. Their sons are taught how to play Polo since age 6 who are then sent to the West for their higher education. The wives attend their little kitty parties, charity functions and what-not.
They have a servant for everything. And oh, do not forget farm houses and swimming pools.
No, I'm not stereotyping. I've seen all of it. Trust me.
2. The Newly Rich.
Now this is the category I shall talk over. The newly rich are those who are originally from small towns. They migrated to urbania. They mysteriously acquired a whole lot of wealth somehow.
And well, now they're filthy rich.
But what separates them from the hierarchals?
Well, EVERYTHING.
Let me elaborate with an example.
My parents took me and my sister for dinner to one of our random far-off relatives' place.
Now this man who is about to come into view is the PERFECT example of what I call Newly Rich.
Okay, so this man - Raju, is originally from small town Agra. I have no idea how my mom is related to him, I dont even wanna know.
Anyway, he got into the stock market biz and acquired this whole glob of money and now he's just very rich.
He then bought a house in Noida. Now here comes the main part.
Yeah, so he bought a house in suburbia. But then, he furnished his house SO GARISHLY, it looked as if he's running a display for the Home Store.
A Hierarchal would furnish and decorate his house with class and grandeur. There would be marble sculptures and mild colors. There would be a whole lot of greenery. The furniture would be exclusive, suave and sharp.
Whereas in Raju's home, the kitchen decor had bright shades of red and white hitting your head so hard it made you dizzy. The furniture was so overdone and ostentatious, it looked like he went straight to a store and bought the first thing with a price tag which was something like Rs. 1,00, 000.
Let me tell you, everything which is 50 grand and above is not exquisite.
Getting back to Raju. Ok, he had 50 inch plama screens in every freakin' room of his house.
The lighting and decor of his house was that of a banquet hall. That too, overdone.
There's just one way to explain his lifestyle: gaudy.
He came up to my sister with those big CD Case which read, "Top Indian Classical Musicians" which included the works by random Indian maestros I've not really heard of.
He then said, "Look at this! I bought this recently. They play this in all of the top hotels all the time"
Well, he's trying so hard.
I could go on and on about this. I would just advice him, and the newly rich folk to kindly subtle it down a bit and go modest. We know you've got the bucks. We know you can afford it all.
However, going over the top just makes you look like a dork.
Take a tip or two from the folks living on Aurangzeb Road, yeah?
If I, too, somehow mysteriously acquire all this wealth, I would certainly be a lot more different. That's for sure.
Well, someday. ;)
Anyway, in a totally unrelated piece of incidence, I visited one of my aunts since she'd recently given birth to a baby.
When I saw her, I started getting all these flashbacks.
I clearly remember her wedding. I was 5 or 6 when she got married. And now she has two daughters.
Time passes by so swiftly and you don't even realize. :)
I felt so nostalgic at that time. I think I've grown up enough now.
Peter Pan's soul, I'm free. :)
Friday, August 13, 2010
I couldn't stand the idea of bloodshed, casualties.
Blood. Ooh.
"And I said, yes, if you think that I avoid bloodshed by standing aside, then I will stand aside"
The reason why I'm saying all this?
You see, the previous week, I was just fooling around with a friend and I accidentally hit this guy.
He got enraged and when I was looking away, he hurled this metallic substance at me.
It hit my skull. There was a cut. And oh, the pain.
My first thought and action was to hit him back.
Since my shot kinda sucks, it was a bummer.
I got back to my normal, average life then.
(5 minutes later)
"ABHINAV, BLOOD. YOUR HEAD. BLOOD. YOUR HEAD. BLOOD. YOUR HEAD"
Now I'm going to be honest, I'm a little slow so I couldn't understand what was going on at first.
About 134 seconds or so, I sort of realized that blood was gushing out of my head from where it'd gotten scratched.
I touched the left side of my head and WHOAA, I look back at my hand and there's all this blood.
And then all this drama followed which included me toppling over the table of that guy who'd injured me in a rush of sudden wrath. Also, I spilled all his food. Feel guilty not, me.
And then it all got sorted out and I was all repaired in the medical room and poo.
And that's about it with me attaining a minor scratch on my head.
HEY! AT LEAST SOMETHING EXCITING HAPPENED WITH ME.
Anyway, besides that life's been pretty much monotonous. Pretty much the same things happen everyday.
Sometimes a few exciting things happen.
Like when I got to know I'm going to FRANCE.
YES. YES. YES.
Wait, I shouldn't get too excited. Nothing's confirmed yet.
Although, I'm going to Malaysia and Thailand this winter for a week. Yep, that's confirmed. I booked the tickets myself. Pretty cheap, yeah.
So. You know what? I think I want to do something of my life.
Like something big.
But I don't know what.
Also, the Vogue Italia Oil Spill Issue. The Europeans are so brilliant and creative.
However, this might be a bit ghastly.
http://www.refinery29.com/oil-spill-fashion-photoshoot-from-vogue-italia.php/slideshow/1/
I appreciate the initiative by Vogue Italia.
However, just the idea of thousands of dollars of luxury clothing being flown down to the affected areas just to be ruined seems a tad bit sad to me.
It's raining here in New Delhi. We Delhi folks love it when it rains. I think God kinda likes us.
I love Delhi with all the..y'know.. boulevards lined with trees.
And the whole thing, pretty much yeah.
My exams sort of got postponed by a few days and I'm totally wasting these days doing nothing.
I should study. Yes, I should.
However, there are a lot of things I should be doing.
The day I start doing them, I swear I shall be the President of the Republic of India.
OH, YEAH.
Okay, maybe not.
I'm just gonna go out and take in some air. The air smells good during and after the rain, right?
Guess it's just because everything gets cleaned up and there's all this clean air waiting to be polluted by the horrific waste disposal system of my lovely city.
Okay, excuse me for the above paragraph. Spazz moment.
Alright, this blog post was very random and sort of makes me feel like a blond American teen.
Doesn't matter. I AM a blond American teen.
well, that's what I think.
OKAY, ENOUGH NOW.
Chugh says BOOM-POOH.
Ok, Sorry about that. This.
"And I said, yes, if you think that I avoid bloodshed by standing aside, then I will stand aside"
The reason why I'm saying all this?
You see, the previous week, I was just fooling around with a friend and I accidentally hit this guy.
He got enraged and when I was looking away, he hurled this metallic substance at me.
It hit my skull. There was a cut. And oh, the pain.
My first thought and action was to hit him back.
Since my shot kinda sucks, it was a bummer.
I got back to my normal, average life then.
(5 minutes later)
"ABHINAV, BLOOD. YOUR HEAD. BLOOD. YOUR HEAD. BLOOD. YOUR HEAD"
Now I'm going to be honest, I'm a little slow so I couldn't understand what was going on at first.
About 134 seconds or so, I sort of realized that blood was gushing out of my head from where it'd gotten scratched.
I touched the left side of my head and WHOAA, I look back at my hand and there's all this blood.
And then all this drama followed which included me toppling over the table of that guy who'd injured me in a rush of sudden wrath. Also, I spilled all his food. Feel guilty not, me.
And then it all got sorted out and I was all repaired in the medical room and poo.
And that's about it with me attaining a minor scratch on my head.
HEY! AT LEAST SOMETHING EXCITING HAPPENED WITH ME.
Anyway, besides that life's been pretty much monotonous. Pretty much the same things happen everyday.
Sometimes a few exciting things happen.
Like when I got to know I'm going to FRANCE.
YES. YES. YES.
Wait, I shouldn't get too excited. Nothing's confirmed yet.
Although, I'm going to Malaysia and Thailand this winter for a week. Yep, that's confirmed. I booked the tickets myself. Pretty cheap, yeah.
So. You know what? I think I want to do something of my life.
Like something big.
But I don't know what.
Also, the Vogue Italia Oil Spill Issue. The Europeans are so brilliant and creative.
However, this might be a bit ghastly.
http://www.refinery29.com/oil-spill-fashion-photoshoot-from-vogue-italia.php/slideshow/1/
I appreciate the initiative by Vogue Italia.
However, just the idea of thousands of dollars of luxury clothing being flown down to the affected areas just to be ruined seems a tad bit sad to me.
It's raining here in New Delhi. We Delhi folks love it when it rains. I think God kinda likes us.
I love Delhi with all the..y'know.. boulevards lined with trees.
And the whole thing, pretty much yeah.
My exams sort of got postponed by a few days and I'm totally wasting these days doing nothing.
I should study. Yes, I should.
However, there are a lot of things I should be doing.
The day I start doing them, I swear I shall be the President of the Republic of India.
OH, YEAH.
Okay, maybe not.
I'm just gonna go out and take in some air. The air smells good during and after the rain, right?
Guess it's just because everything gets cleaned up and there's all this clean air waiting to be polluted by the horrific waste disposal system of my lovely city.
Okay, excuse me for the above paragraph. Spazz moment.
Alright, this blog post was very random and sort of makes me feel like a blond American teen.
Doesn't matter. I AM a blond American teen.
well, that's what I think.
OKAY, ENOUGH NOW.
Chugh says BOOM-POOH.
Ok, Sorry about that. This.
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