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Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Fifty Five
There used to be a time when everything bad that happened on the Monday - and it always happened with the big important stuff - left me with a boiling rage inside. It was scalding and I normally didn't speak much on because I didn't want the after-effects to carry on for the rest of the week. Lately though having grown-up a bit since then I have learned to follow on one of my most famous advice to myself since forever that, to dress well and look good if your going to make a fool of yourself (and face it when does that not happen on a Monday?) and most importantly now when the potent "bad event" happens I shrugged it off and I carry on as usual.
However tonight I broke my rule and on receiving an email continued to pent my frustration at a possibly very well designed brochure. The brochure and hurtful email were related but that is besides the point. I think I may have reversed my calm yoga-like outlook on Mondays by at least 5 years. That given any day now the next Monday does not look good - yes I avoid the public places, confrontations, talking a lot and of course dressing really well - despite all these avoidances BUT no that calm has been broken and now next Monday does not look good.
However tonight I broke my rule and on receiving an email continued to pent my frustration at a possibly very well designed brochure. The brochure and hurtful email were related but that is besides the point. I think I may have reversed my calm yoga-like outlook on Mondays by at least 5 years. That given any day now the next Monday does not look good - yes I avoid the public places, confrontations, talking a lot and of course dressing really well - despite all these avoidances BUT no that calm has been broken and now next Monday does not look good.
Friday, 8 April 2011
Fifty One
Chick lit is popularly classified as books that appeal only and exclusively to women. Whenever I feel like the world doesn't understand me my best friend says go watch a chick lit movie or pick up a chick lit book. As expected they do have the desired effect.
For those unfamiliar with the effect that chick lit has let me just advise you Cinderella was never meant to be read aloud to boys...that was and still remains one of the first chick literature books ever written. Naturally after hearing it read 5-year old girls believe that all is right with the world and one day they too will meet their prince charming who will sweep them away from the ugly-step-mother and step-sister rat-hole of a life. For a female oriented book to have the desired calming effect it has to have a prince charming; the latest Irish and English authoress such as Marian Keyes and Jane Green, the hero is a charming, moderately successful, attractive man. But these element asides the man has to be unaware of the heroine and her capabilities. Often the lack of the female characters will-power and action to capture the heroes attention (unless albeit Cinderella she gets a makeover) can drive the reader insane and - want to drag her by the forelock and give her a lecture on feminism - it is the very thing that moves the book forward.
Now you would be wondering how such lack of feminist ideals can cheer a girl up? well for one in the book (if not in real life) things seem to fall into place and our mildly-sexy, always-adored (even infuriatingly) leading lady gets her man, revenge on any step-mother like characters in her life and possible indication of a bright future. This sends a rather satisfying glow through the reader (chick lit enthusiasts') mind. Hence creating a soft bubble of happiness. If you think its momentary, think again, it can be very lasting just like a good cup of coffee or talking about 'nothing' with a friend.
For those unfamiliar with the effect that chick lit has let me just advise you Cinderella was never meant to be read aloud to boys...that was and still remains one of the first chick literature books ever written. Naturally after hearing it read 5-year old girls believe that all is right with the world and one day they too will meet their prince charming who will sweep them away from the ugly-step-mother and step-sister rat-hole of a life. For a female oriented book to have the desired calming effect it has to have a prince charming; the latest Irish and English authoress such as Marian Keyes and Jane Green, the hero is a charming, moderately successful, attractive man. But these element asides the man has to be unaware of the heroine and her capabilities. Often the lack of the female characters will-power and action to capture the heroes attention (unless albeit Cinderella she gets a makeover) can drive the reader insane and - want to drag her by the forelock and give her a lecture on feminism - it is the very thing that moves the book forward.
Now you would be wondering how such lack of feminist ideals can cheer a girl up? well for one in the book (if not in real life) things seem to fall into place and our mildly-sexy, always-adored (even infuriatingly) leading lady gets her man, revenge on any step-mother like characters in her life and possible indication of a bright future. This sends a rather satisfying glow through the reader (chick lit enthusiasts') mind. Hence creating a soft bubble of happiness. If you think its momentary, think again, it can be very lasting just like a good cup of coffee or talking about 'nothing' with a friend.
Friday, 18 February 2011
Forty Four
There is something about "lawn" the popular cool cotton of Pakistan that makes perfectly respectable women turn into maniacs. Today I had two places to be, I misjudged the madness at the exhibition, one of the most popular designers in Pakistan, Yahsir Waheed and really counted on being out of there in 30 minutes flat. Held at Pearl Continental the lane to just get your car into the hotel ground took about 45 minutes. I decided to save my driver the trouble of finding parking space inside and got off and walked the rest of the way. But I never got to utter the sigh of relief as inside it was worse than the fish market, to just squeeze yourself in front of each stall - cleverly named Taj and Nauratan - was another struggle. I tried my best to make up my mind fast and grab 3 items; but do I get to pay and get out fast? no of course not. For one there were like 5 cash registers and 50 people in one line to the register...and unlike last time you didn't get to stand with the bill in your hand and pay and collect, no you had to hold your items (I really felt sorry for the women who had like 10 items to hold) and wait you turn. That took about another 30 minutes or so. By the time I battled my way out and escaped just as I heard a few guards saying they will have to lock the doors I was super late for my meeting. I ended up postponing it and looking with somewhat awe at the pretty material I had bought and wondering was it really worth it?
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Forty One
I love the way life is so unpredictable at times. You start off going on a direction you think best suits you and it ends up with a few different roads opening up in front of you. For some reason despite this happening to me many times before I keep doubting it could happen again.
I started of doing some volunteer filming work. It was such a short stint and its so unpredictable, but it opened up a few doors for me. I couldn't believe that I was being appreciated again, I never knew I could be. It was truly humbling. I hope I can continue it and that other door the one that seems to be calling out my name so loudly does lead somewhere good.
I started of doing some volunteer filming work. It was such a short stint and its so unpredictable, but it opened up a few doors for me. I couldn't believe that I was being appreciated again, I never knew I could be. It was truly humbling. I hope I can continue it and that other door the one that seems to be calling out my name so loudly does lead somewhere good.
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Thirty Six
Writers, are, such a private breed. The moment we get acclaim we leave our fellow beings behind. I wish there was a complete amalgamation of every writer in one place - good or bad or simply terrible. But then I suppose it would be difficult to define. Is the extraordinary and enthusiastic letter-writer a writer? Is the one who gives good comments on a survey a writer? Is the gift of gab, informally written that of a good writer? Also the question of discrimination comes up, Who will decide amoral or moral writing?
Recently I was going through this book while my student was answering a question I had given her on Shakespeare and I really liked the way it was structured. As my student is still in Grade 8 she hasn't been told about the different eras in poetry so I had to explain it to her but it also made me wonder. Will our collective work as writers ever occupy such a book - poetry or otherwise? I pity the person who attempts to collect it all. A bit like what happened with Emily Dickinson only this would not be a written, tattered book or a bunch of papers but on the web. Amazing what it could mean...makes one wonder if you're even good enough to be recognized? Or for that matter if its going to cause you to turn in your grave!
Recently I was going through this book while my student was answering a question I had given her on Shakespeare and I really liked the way it was structured. As my student is still in Grade 8 she hasn't been told about the different eras in poetry so I had to explain it to her but it also made me wonder. Will our collective work as writers ever occupy such a book - poetry or otherwise? I pity the person who attempts to collect it all. A bit like what happened with Emily Dickinson only this would not be a written, tattered book or a bunch of papers but on the web. Amazing what it could mean...makes one wonder if you're even good enough to be recognized? Or for that matter if its going to cause you to turn in your grave!
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Thirty Three
It has been a crazy start to the New Year. But some things never change. The other day I wore one of my favourite 'couture' to a wedding - a sari. The reason I love wearing a sari is because it brings back fond memories of Sri Lanka and the wedding culture there. However as usual people in this country have a problem with it...for one I look older in other words I look my age. This unlike a normal 30 year old unmarried girl delighted me; but it sent my grandma into a tailspin of she looks too old and so on.
In God honest truth I could care less but do they care that I care less? No as usual the finger was pointed at me for behaving incessantly and not trying to look younger so I can attract a man - which I might add I don't give two hoots about either. Its amazing how one-track people have become in this country and I seriously doubt it will change. Lets hope I find good company which remembers that each day is worth living fully instead of worrying about a future no one really has control over.
On a side note I wish my followers - anonymous or otherwise - a delightfully blessed New Year. Please note from now on the blog posts will follow random numbers as long as they come one after the other. Confused? Stick around! :)
In God honest truth I could care less but do they care that I care less? No as usual the finger was pointed at me for behaving incessantly and not trying to look younger so I can attract a man - which I might add I don't give two hoots about either. Its amazing how one-track people have become in this country and I seriously doubt it will change. Lets hope I find good company which remembers that each day is worth living fully instead of worrying about a future no one really has control over.
On a side note I wish my followers - anonymous or otherwise - a delightfully blessed New Year. Please note from now on the blog posts will follow random numbers as long as they come one after the other. Confused? Stick around! :)
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