Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Bell bajao!

What could be worse than waking up in the morning from a nightmare, featuring a vampire, which has its head shaped like that of an alien and a face which has a superimposed image of a combination of the faces of two women you hated the most at work?
I realised it could get even worse.

The lady who stays in the building on the other side of the lane, just opposite to my place, suddenly happened to have some issues with her six year old daughter who got dressed up to go to school an hour earlier than she ought to. The lady was screaming on top of her voice, pulling her daughter to the balcony and threatening the poor soul of being thrown down from the second floor, snatching her schoolbag and doing a demo of throwing it down, terrorising the kid that she'll wring her neck and kill her.. What was worse than all this drama were those feeble helpless whines of the kid.. with all her 'Sorry Mummy's and 'Please Mummy's in between those eerie sobs.

A few months back, a similar showdown was happening between the couple who lived next door.. The lady's been through this for a few years before she decided that she's had enough and walked out forever. I'm glad for her.

A few years back, I remember being disgusted by the way the landlady of the building (where I lived then) used to terrorise her husband. i.e, when her toddler son would get a breather from his share of 'treatment' for the day.

Today, what I saw was something which was definitely domestic violence, but something which somehow escapes being classified into it. We generally look at it as parents disciplining their kids, just the way men were supposed to control their womenfolk and pull their harnesses tight when they start displaying signs of having a mind of their own.

What we tend to oversee always is the fact that terrorising is abuse.
And Violence is Violence. Be it physical, verbal or emotional abuse.
It is what cowards do to vent out their frustration or anger on something quite unrelated, in most of the cases.

So, what do we do about it?
Let's raise an alarm... and teach our kids to do the same.. Educate them that it's the most cowardly thing to do. If every parent could teach their kids these lessons along with their ABCDs and 1234s, we'd have a generation of people much more aware about abstaining from abuse and knowing how to deal with it.

Some videos of the bell bajao campaign.. I couldn't stop myself from putting up these links.>>
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcL7nxlsV5I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlnDsnNQDdk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DJMekWP974
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmAw8kA5SJg

And here's this testimonial from a family which's lived through such terror for 25 years. The perpetrator was the woman of the family in this case. Proves it could be anyone.. Parents, Siblings, Spouse, In-laws, Relatives in general.. just about anyone who just 'lose control' way too often and in bizarre ways.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvGicpwAl-0

PS: Is anyone aware of a helpline like this to counter domestic violence in India?

On a lighter note: While you're busy whistleblowing, just make sure you don't end up in a soup like this bunch of guys did, in one of my fave Malayalam movies.
(opening scene of the movie: In Hairhar Nagar)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnP8gBwHaqI

[Cross posted here for bellbajao.org]

Sunday, February 8, 2009

quirky? who, me?

Whatever goes around, comes around..
And so, good blog-friend Santosh decided to give me a dose of my own medicine and tag me for all those year long tagging tortures I had unleashed on him mercilessly. :D
(hmm.. i liked the way the line turned up.. makes me feel all evil! *evil grin*)

Rules of the tag:
1. Link the person who tagged you
2. Mention the rules on your blog
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs, letting them know that they have been tagged

The moment I was told I'm tagged for listing my quirks n me was like.. 'oh, that should be easy like butter.. bole toh makkhan'.. but then, I wasn't all that right.. Quirks are more like one's trademark traits.. you don't even realise your own quirks, unless people around point it out to you as 'different' and quirky.. so, for the next few days, I had to watch my responses closely in an effort to quantify them!
(pls excuse the high voltage formal words.. lately, I've been working on the achievement statements in my Resume, you see!)

So, on to the Quirkometer now!

1. baal baal bach gaye - Some hairy issues.

I towel dry my hair after a wash. I'm not all that in favor of blow drying..
1. because I end up with a bad headache after that
2. it doesn't give a sense of accomplishment! :|
so, what's so quirky about it?
Just that I rub the towel maniacally on my hair for atleast a minimum of half an hour. So much so that I've had folks telling me that if there was something like a National Commision for Hair (oops! did I just say that?! :o ), they'd all go file a criminal charge against me for manhandling and dis-respectful behaviour. :|
Some even check up on me now to know whether I have finally ended up bald headed as they had predicted decades back!

But I also pamper them, by doing my 1 hour chumpi with coconut oil (who's surprised, anyways!) whenever I get those bouts of headaches.. (which is also a regular thing, btw.. processor inside has started displaying signs of misuse.. I decide to blame it all on old age.. hmmph)
The hair union seems to have issues with that too now! Apparently, their counterparts on other people's heads are giving them catcalls, calling them chipkoos!
Why the hell don't people mind their own hairy businesses, I say?

And when I'm irritated with anything in life.. be it the hot tropical summer, the loud music next door, or a tightrope-walk deadline, I retaliate by announcing that I'm irritated with hair brushing the back of my neck. And then, I go ahead, collect them all together in a bundle on top of my head, safely secured with a band.. (this, as I would realise later, was to become my trademark style, so much so that even now when I bump into old college hostel mates, they make it a point to explain that animatedly and embarass me in public! *squirm*) Btw, I don't quite do this stunt these days. I'm still trying to figure out whether it's because I've stopped getting irritated, or is it because Im just turning more lazy. :/ Talk of self-discovery!

2. I get hysterical and giggle like crazy, when I'm nervous.
People think I've lost it/ I'm finding something very funny. Some laugh along. One had even told me very thoughtfully once, that he's happy for me, for I look happy! :D teehee..
But trust me, it isn't a conscious effort to camouflage my nervousness. It's my genuine instant reflex action.
I also talk non-stop and cathartic during those times.
I turn a drunkard too then.. shh.. plain harmless H2O, I meant. but I'm very particular about having it in bottles and not glasses, just for the kick of it! ;)

Well I do all these regularly too, when I'm absolutely normal.. Though the degrees are high when I'm really nervous.

3. I sing in the bathroom, when I'm overwhelmed by something. I do this when I'm totally happy, sad, angry, guilty, relieved, depressed. Basically when I'm feeling very strongly about something. If you hear me singing in the bathroom, there's just one message. It's better to be cautious and stay away from me for a while till things settle down, and I regain my normalcy.

4. I can be a sick drama queen, if I have to travel by road, in any closed vehicle. (Read A/C cars and buses). I generally carry loads of orange candies / orange flavored soft-drinks on such unwelcome situations when I cannot afford to avoid those trips.
But I am making efforts in eliminating this version of motion-sickness totally. By boycotting any road-travel by these aforementioned means of transport, that is. :|

5. I'm allergic to cigarette smoke/smell. At one point, I used to store Polos at my desk, to save myself from the stink emancipating from this chain-smoker of a colleague who happened to be my cube neighbour. Everytime he comes back to his desk after a whiff, I'd offer him a Polo with all neighbourly affection. Once in a while, he'd try his tricks on avoiding it by a meek 'No, Thankyou's. and I'd shove it down his throat with an aggressive 'But it's not for you. It's for me, you have to have it!' Once again, eeevil me! :D

6. I get fidgetty/grumpy around evening time. If I'm not busy working on some deadline then, that is. I don't quite like that time of the day, what we call Thrisandhyaa neram. In the words of a dear friend: athum ithum okke irangi nadakkunna neramaa.. sookshikkanam . :D (times when ghosts are out on the loose, beware!)
I counter this by reading the newspaper, bloghopping, listening to music, catching up with friends or going out for a walk with them. But I dread that time of the day, nonetheless. Im not quite pally with the ghosts, you see!

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Now lemme see how quirky you are! I tag:

Shweta
Devil Incarnate
Anoop
Mathew
Cris girl
Seema

Saturday, February 7, 2009

You don't choose your angels, do you?

God has his own ways of reaching out to us..
He chooses the ones through whom he means to touch our lives.
You never get to know them until the moment you have to hit an (God forbid)F1 in life.
It's amusing to see the way some do their Alt-F4 act, and it's doubly amazing to see some totally unexpected windows pop-up on the screen with a pinch of pleasant surprises.
God bless those Angels.
Thanks for being there! :)

Friday, February 6, 2009

Failures are the stepping stones to Success. Are they?

Sometimes, Success makes you so complacent that life becomes painfully/ blissfully stagnant. Because different people consider Complacency differently. Some identify it with being 'settled', and some think that it's identical to being 'stuck'

Sometimes, Failure makes you sit up and take stock of things gone by, re-do your prioritisations, and makes you take one step towards the better destiny that awaits you. And for some, it breaks them down to the extent to which they go on a path of self-destruction.

How do you deal with your Failures and Success?

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

What drives you?

Success?
Failure?
Hunger?
Being hunted?
Love?
Peace?
Aggression?
Anger?
Being deprived?
Religion?
Spirituality?
Challenges?
Complacency?
Change?
Dreams?
Values?
Principles?

Or is it something else?
What is it that drives you? and why?
alright, i know that sounds all like one of those beauty pageant question.. kindly excuse the tone! :P

I just realised that challenges drive me.. and to think that I've always thought that I'm a laid back person, true to being my lazy Leo self n all that.
I had this eureka moment today (no, not in the bathtub) when I realised that I'm at my best when I'm challenged.
And it's good to be hungry. It makes you get out there and hunt!