Words have no meaning

A word, by itself, has No meaning at all.

Here’s a word : Dog!

All of you readers must have thought of ‘a dog’, but at the same time no two dogs would be the same. While some of you might have thought of a pet dog, while some others of a street dog. Even in these two categories, there are millions sub categories. Very rarely will two people take the exact same meaning of a word or set of words.

Here’s an example : He said he sat at the back in the theater.

For all of us, ‘at the back’ would mean towards the rear end, but where exactly is different to each one of us.

Why is it important to be exact, you ask me. The examples I gave are very simple ones, think of a situation where someone says a set of sentences to you. With each word having a different detail to it’s meaning for you both, do you now how much possibility there is of a mis-communication?

We say that the root of all evil is that the people involved are unable to convey exactly what it is that they wish to say. Do you now see how it starts.

But why is it so? It is because we understand each word we hear on the basis of our life experiences. When someone talks of pain, for example, we perceive it in a sense in which we have experienced pain. So even a word as general as pain, is different for us all.

Our life experiences dominate each and everything we hear or say. So, the next time you are saying something to someone, or someone says something to you… be more precise, or ask that person to be more precise. 🙂


Long Distance Does Work

I am pretty sick of hearing EVERYWHERE that long distance relationships do not work. THIS IS UNTRUE. Long Distance Relationships work just great, and at times better than the forever next to each other one’s. This could be for a plethora of reasons, but I can only state the ones I have experienced. Also, not all long distance relations are the same no two relations are the same, and a relation is very different from what is projected on television, in movies, and in romantic stories, and this can easily be verified by any one in a relation.

Today, I am not the practical thinker, nor the humourist, nor the philosophical… am plainly and simply a girl in love and who is proud of her relationship.

We may not be the couple who wish each other good morning and good night everyday, but we have spent sleepless nights for concern of each other.

We may not be the couple that talk everyday, but the 10 minutes whenever we talk  are enough for us to know and believe that we love each other.

We may not say the three words to each other for weeks altogether, but we don’t need to, because words will never be able to express what our hearts feel.

We may not dedicate songs to each other and link ourselves with romantic movies, but we know our being together is better than any romantic movie and more heartfelt than any song can ever convey.

We may not meet for months at end, but when we meet it is magical.

We may not roam hand in hand in public and proclaim our love to the world, but our hands are inseparable in our hearts.

We may not be talk for hours at end, but our conversations are thus not 90% of “So, what else”?

We may not be “cutely possessive” about each other, but we trust each other blindly.

We may not be a rich couple, but we treat each other royally.

We may not be the couple that are forever praising the other, but we are honest enough to tell the other person exactly what we cannot stand in them.

We may not have a short distance relationship, but our long distance relationship is the best that can ever be in the world.

This is to say THANK YOU for being a part of my life. You break the stereotypes when you tell me to my face that I am Obese… you break the stereotype when you don’t necessarily say “I Love You” but it shows in each of your actions…. you break the stereotype when even when you need to save money for something else, you make sure you take me out on a date to the best possible place and treat me royally…. for all this and so much more and also for no definite reason or rhyme, I LOVE YOU.

P.S. This is my last post for this year, as from tomorrow I would be studying for my exams. My next post would most probably not come until after the 20th of January, so loads of wishes on Christmas, New Year and Lohri to everyone. Have a great time people. Enjoy the festivals. Take care all.

Thing to do before I die

Seeing a post regarding the same on another blog – here, I decided to make my own list. As this may become extremely boring for those of you who can’t figure out why they should read someone’s wish list (though I love doing it – it tells me a lot about that person), here’s something to motivate you, and this can be done by the others too: Read the list and see how many of these do you share with me. Then let me know how many and which ones as a comment. 🙂

1. Visit my birthplace

2. Visit my ancestral hometown

3. Live apart from my family

4. Learn how to swim

5. Scuba diving

6. Get out of an awkwards situation with “his” family/friends without making a fool of myself.

7. Win a recognized blog award

8. Marry in pomp

9. Get pregnant

10. Have a baby girl

11. Be able to gift my brother his dream bike

12. Build a house for my parents

13. Live in a hill station

14. Learn Salsa and Ball dance

15. Play the keyboard for a large audience

16. Learn one foreign language well

17. Visit Venice, Paris

18. Be with “him” alone on a beach

19. Win tambola (housie) once

20. Sky diving

21. Raise atleast 3 different pets at the same time

22. Ride in a personal limo

23. Ride in a personal helicopter

24. Take surprise gifts home for everyone

25. Fall head over heals in love

26. Have a bff who knows me better than me myself

27. Get 3 ‘Ace’ while playing ‘teen patti’

28. Cook a whole meal for a huge gathering

29. Forgive all my ‘enemies’

30. Have my name mentioned in a magazine

31. Become very slim

32. Publish my novel

33. Get him to get my name tatooed

34. Tatoo his name

35. Get 1crore viewers here

36.Have a barbeque verandah at home

37. Slap someone hard across the face

38. Get very close to death and come back safe

39. Scream at the people unnecessarily talking in a movie hall

40. Participate in a game show

41. Win a game show

42. Meet Amitabh Bachchan

43. Watch a movie with “him” (my boyfriend and not Big B) in the PVR Gold Class

44. Watch a movie shooting

45. Work in the same town as my bff

46. Be able to buy myself anything my younger sister or younger cousins put a hand on

47. Organize a wedding

48. Cry at my wedding

49. Get pampered without any limits for a week

50. Learn to speak up if I dislike something

51. Be a part of a movie

52. Be able to remove all saas bahu serials from television

53. Watch the old cartoon network again

54.  Write my autobiography

55. Write another person’s biography

56.Name a star after him

57. Sponsor a child’s education

58. Spend a whole day with a very small baby, doing nothing else

59. Receive a surprise party

60. Write a time capsule

61. Meet a great author in person

62. See the shooting of a reality show

63. Meet Neil Pattrick Harris

64. Play at a casino in Las Vegas

65. Romantically dance with him in the rain

66. Spend a week with him with no worry of any work or anything else

67. Finish a KFC chickenbucket by myself

68. Eat a red chilli without water

69. Visit Disney Land

70. Laugh so hard I start crying

This list is by no means exhaustive and I will keep adding to it as and when I remember…. but this is my list uptill now. Now that you’ve come this far, do drop by a comment on your own wishlist. 🙂

Dark Beauty

Dark, or black, is considered to be inclining towards the negative side of things. It is often considered to be the ‘opposite’ of white. As white often stands for purity, black is seen to mean impure, though it is not expressly said (mostly), this is how it is taken. ‘The Dark Ages’, ‘Buri nazar wale tera muh kala’ etc. are two of the many examples portraying that this word is taken in the negative sense.
A few simple questions – do colours have opposites? do concepts have opposites? is black really negative?

As much as we may deny it, the term black has stereotypes attached to it. I heard one today itself, “why do you wear black so often? It has negative vibes.” The answer to the question, though, ‘I wear black often because I look slimmer in it’. :p

Moving on, I have the following brief arguments to put forth:
1. Does attributing purity to white attribute impurity to it’s “opposite”?
2. Hypocrites, as we are, in everything, we fail to realize that the definition of white will cease to exist without the definition of black.
3. As my third and final argument, I give you the following PPT. You might contend that the main beauty of the slides come from the lights, but could the lights be this beautiful minus the darkness of the night.
The Beauty Of Night

My arguments/ contentions are in no way exhaustive. It would be great if you all contributed either to my side of the argument or against me.

I just realized (17/11/11) that I had written a post once – The Darker Us – in that I had done exactly what I describe as wrong in this post. That was wrong on my part.

They taught me too

We learn something or the other from everyone around us. My family, my friends, my teachers, and most importantly my “enemies”. They taught me a lot too. It is rightly said that you may take the teachings coming from a friend lightly, but the things enemies teach you, are learnt forever.

Before I move on, I must clarify, enemy here means any person who I am on a less than friendly basis with, someone with whom I have some major disconnect. Some of these are proper fights, while with others it is just a disconnect which has led to unfriendly terms between us.

Today, I am here, writing about what each of these “enemies” has taught me. I have learnt major lessons of my life from these people.

1. My earliest lesson from an enemy came in the 11th standard (I have no memories of enemies before that). She taught me that I should let people make their own mistakes, instead of interfering and trying to tell them what is right.
2. My second lesson came in my first year at college, where I learnt that people’s mindset cannot be changed. Even if you don’t treat them unequally because of ‘social status’, they themselves do. And thus, they act in a lowly way themselves.
From the same person I also learnt that never give anyone in life more importance than the core group (family, true friends and (if applicable) your partner).
3. The third person who taught me in this way is someone with whom I haven’t had a fight per say, we have just drifted apart. She taught me that one should compromise only as much as one is comfortable with. Too much compromising to help others only leads to problems.
4. My latest lesson came from a person who is hell bent on being a good friend when I am no longer interested. Because of some reasons, I am unable to say no to her on her face (I tried, it led to disastrous results, so I had to withdraw my ‘NO’). I learnt from her that it is wrong to make someone dependent on you and let that person be extremely addicted to you. Also, that I am not here to become a mommy to people in this hostel. If they cannot take care of themselves, it is not my duty to take care of them.

So, a big THANK YOU to all these people, for teaching me some lessons that I might never have learnt otherwise. It is truly said that everyone comes into your life for a reason. We may not realize it during their presence and may be hurt by their actions, but it is all needed.

The Dream

I wrote this post for the It’s Thursday on Leo’s blog. It was a picture based theme this time. The artist of the picture is Denise – Bianca ( ~ xDenise).

He woke with a start; why was he having this dream every night now-a-days? His dream consisted of him studying at his childhood study table. He would then be called out of his room by his elder brother, and on returning he would find his book replaced by a book of poetry, on which lay an antique pocket watch, showing the same time in every dream.

Why his childhood house? Why that table? Where did the book come from? What about the watch, what did it mean? Was there one answer to these many questions? Did it have to do anything with the fact that his teaching career was fast on the downfall? Did this have to do with the interest he had lost in his job as a teacher? He had been a fan of the subject of psychology, and so he tried to analyze himself, but never came up with the answer.

There was only one way to know, or try to know, he had to return to that house and that room. It had been seven years since they had left that house, after the incident that changed their lives forever, for the good.

As he went back to the lane where they had lived, it seemed from a different time and age. His childhood had been the complete opposite of his youth. They had been poor back then, and now they were one of the richest around. He entered the deserted house, becoming nostalgic with each step he took. His mind flashed back to their last day in this house.

He had been reading then. Though it was a happy moment for all, he felt unhappy. He still remembered the four lines he read, conveying, only to him, how he felt leaving the house –

You can’t push it underground
You can’t stop it screaming out
How did we come to this?
You will suck the life out of me.

As he was called to finally leave the house, he had left the book there itself, scared of carrying it, for some reason. As he entered his old room, he saw everything covered with white cloth. He picked up the cloth covering his table and was surprised to see the book still there. He picked it up, found the words, and read them again. It is only now that he realized that it was his book that had been calling out to him all these days. He read through the book and realized that it was also his personal diary in which he had recorded his childhood. He had forgotten that.

Reading it now, he suddenly knew what to do with his fast deteriorating life. He saw that he had written many a poems in the margins of the book. Looking back, the poems were great, for his age then.

He knew his new career now. As for the watch…. his last poem had been written at 10:30 A.M.