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Friday, March 27, 2020

27th March 2020 - 3rd DAY OF COMPLETE LOCK-DOWN OF INDIA


14TH DAY OF MY SOCIAL ISOLATION

851 POSITIVE, 20 DEAD

General feeling: “Not so much of paranoia anymore. Coming to terms with what it is and what it is likely to turn into. I am not sure if acceptance has eased out the fears or numbed them altogether. Around me, I see more and more people acknowledging the seriousness and novelty of the situation. Across the world, people are now speaking up. Of lack of early measures. Of lack of tools and tests. But sooner or later we’ll all have somethings to regret and somethings to forget.”

A twisted turn came to the fear already created by the novel Corona virus when Twitter blew up with the mention of 2018 K-Drama Series called ‘My Secret, Terrius’ which has evidently spoken of the Corona Virus exactly as we know it today. The 2-14 day incubation period, the respiratory symptoms, no known vaccine or cure and handwashing as a preventive mention. All of this is a series that was released about two years back and now playing out for real in 2020. It was freakishly scary. Seemed like the movie ‘Inception’ rolled into the series ’Black Mirror’ to me. This was the last piece of information I fed myself with, before sleeping last night. Not the most apt thing to read to put oneself to peaceful sleep but information overdose is my thing these days. Especially on Corona.

Tells me that if I’d ever decide to do a PHD, it would be on socio-psycho responses to threats created by our beautiful modern world of greed and power. The tribal populations were banished for distracting us with importance of ecological balance and bio-diversity. We chose to ignore them for our misconstrued world views and irrational unfounded fears about power struggle. I am referring to capitalism. I am referring to communism. I am referring to world orders that we abide by today.

On a personal front, today was much better. I woke up to attending several work calls through the day, sending emails and checking out decks after decks. There has been such a work load these days, while staying home. Apart from household and usual work, people have this weird idea that we have a lot of time at hand and we can take up courses, pursue hobbies, talk to people, listen to music and do everything else in the world that there is to do. Honestly, there isn’t enough time. This time might as well be used to slow down and do those things we find joy & meaning in and not really a plethora of courses or activities.

Everyone’s trying to keep themselves engaged. Family WhatsApp groups have strange emoji quizzes going on, while our HR has begun a challenge in which you need to send pictures of yourself doing the activity –of-the-day. Calls & online-courses have also become compelling. Friends have found apps on which we can play games and do fun things. So much camaraderie and virtual gathering for what? To address our fears of loneliness? Or the pertinent need of purpose and participation?

Let not this period tire us down. I am only trying to make commitments that I can keep and those I care for. This time is teaching me to value what I must and ignore what I can. It’s building patience and resilience. For a future, I hope I can see with moist eyes and a warm heart. A future which has alive, all those we love. A future we’d like to step into.

The conspiracy theories against China are abound on the Internet. There is so much content around the virus that it’s nearly impossible to wrap one’s head around it. An option is to ignore and dive into your comfort of not keeping up with the news. To enjoy the solitude of your bedroom and watch fun happy stuff, binging on cheese & chips. Many are opting for the same. I guess its okay. To each his or her own. What’s not okay, however, is to act like it’s just a three week break and everything’s going to bounce back to normal in a snap.

Mind you, with this pandemic, I can’t even begin to articulate the width of the change that we all may personally undergo. Some of us may take time to realize it but it’s happening to us right now, right here. We may re-evaluate our life decisions, our life choices. We may realize who we truly love and what we truly enjoy. And we may take steps to lead a life more fulfilling than we already have.

An ex-boss and a dear friend had called today to check on me. It’s always such a joy to have a conversation with him. I have been blessed with great bosses in general. He’s super smart and I usually don’t have much to say that he already doesn’t know. But today came a moment of pride when I shot some facts on Corona that he hadn’t kept pace with. I am okay to enjoy this cheap thrill which equates information to intellect. Deep down I know, it’s not true. But I deserve my moments, especially these days, right?

Anyway, I am glad I was able to write something somewhat neutral today. Anything not bordering on depressed or morbid is quite an achievement for me.

Happy to sign off with lesser fluctuating emotions.

Before I go, would like to show-off my new writing space J


Until tomorrow, Let’s pray for those who need it the most.


Thursday, March 26, 2020

26th March 2020 - 2nd DAY OF COMPLETE LOCK-DOWN OF INDIA


13TH DAY OF MY SOCIAL ISOLATION

645 POSITIVE, 13 DEAD

General feeling: “Of depression and anxiety. Suddenly something that seemed like a logical step is now feeling cruel. It is settling in that we’re all stuck in this swamp with no clear timelines & solutions. It’s time to accept and internalize how difficult things are going to get for everyone. Especially the elderly, the poor and the lonely”

Today was particularly difficult. News of the lock-down leaving thousands stranded in unknown cities, mostly the daily wage earners, migrant laborers, women with small children,  child-workers, the urban poor, the lonely elderly couples. Practical problems of low-cash availability, poor essential services despite repeated confirmations from authorities and lack of protective gear for people stuck at railway-stations (like Howrah), or night shelters (of Delhi) have started cropping up.

This has made me particularly depressed. Not that I couldn’t fore-see it. But real life stories bring emotions to the brim. I read an article today of a group of laborers walking back home to Rajasthan as their owners shut shop in Gujarat. They had decided to walk hundreds of kilometers in the upcoming summer heat. A Hindi term that comes to mind – ‘Laachaar’. The maid who worked in my previous house called asking for cash since she had no money and her husband sat at home without work.  ‘Majboor’.

I had woken up late today, hoping for the sun to be at it’s complete glory. I wanted to wake up to hot summer sun with abundant light. It seemed to me that sunshine will bring some chirp into my other-wise depressed mood. Unfortunately, the morning was rather dull and cloudy. The air felt musky and uncharacteristically quiet.




I began the day with the resolution to work a lot. Only work was going to bring the much needed distraction. I had stressed enough about my flu-like conditions which have been keeping me low for the last three days. Also, my grandpa had slipped last night and lay on the floor until help arrived only four hours later in the wee hours of Wednesday morning so he could be lifted and put back in bed. It wrenched my heart to empathize with his helplessness. An 87 year old man lying on cold floor all night because his old wife and ageing son couldn’t muster enough strength to pick him up. Grandad (I call him Baba Sahab) has an issue with one leg and one hand. 

Despite his disability which has been ever since I’ve known him, he’s a jolly character. Always tiding by difficult times with such sense of normalcy and strange humor, he’s almost an inspiration. I managed to do a video call with him the other day. Took a screenshot of the two of us in the same frame, somewhere in my heart fearing the unknown. I am slowly internalizing the fact that there may soon come a time, we both may not chat again. Corona or otherwise. My grandparents are in Jaipur & naturally highly susceptible.

We’ve never really faced a situation when going home, or reaching out to loved ones was an impossibility. That time is here now. It compels me to feel for those, who’ve seldom had these privileges. Corona has brought many of us down to our knees. Including Prince Charles. Haha. No offense!

Doesn’t help that I have also started to PMS. (Yes, it’s a real thing that happens to most women). I get to know I am hormonal either when I get unnecessarily angry or sad. Today I got both. I cried because I was angry at someone’s casual harmless joke. What a mess!

The best moment of the day however has been the time I could take out to write this down. Writing is a real therapy for some. Hoping I can continue this for the next few weeks.

Until tomorrow, stay home. Wash Hands. Smile (try to?)



Monday, March 12, 2012

Questions & Answers


1. I lose my consciousness every time I sleep, so do I technically die and get born everyday?

2. It’s all about small -small choices I have made and I have to make and that decides the person,       I am going to be.

3. I have never made any bold choices ever or if I have, they are insignificant. This is
preventing me from being the person I want to be.

4. I have to stop thinking so much about everyday things. In the end, nothing is going to matter.

5. If people don’t love me, its okay! They love none. But if people don’t respect me, should I start
to bother?

6. Am I a leader of my own or do I need recognition?

7. I am letting myself being overshadowed in the name of love.

8. Love means selflessness. But I love myself too.

9. Who decides what best is. Ultimately, the question is what I want.

10. It’s okay to be unnoticed, eccentric, random and lost. Most geniuses have possessed these
qualities. Is this some kind of a relief statement though?

11. It hurts not to genuinely feel angry over things people are doing to you every day.

12. Am I rude?

13. Does she love me? Does he not love me?

14. I miss childhood. I don’t want to keep growing up.

15. Am I living or do I only exist?

16. Am I responsible for all my successes? If not, then I am not responsible for all my failures
either. In that case, why the f*** did I let others contribute to my failures?

17. Is it not possible to be a template normal and yet have multiple-personality disorder?

18. Is popularity a yard stick?

19. I like fashion and sex. I also like religion and politics.

20. I might be a science student. But I am interested more in philosophy!

21. Why are there boundaries everywhere?

22. Atomically, there is no difference between Bill Gates &  Mother Teresa or Rakhi Sawant & bin Laden.

23. I did well in school because there was no internet then.

24. I lost my proposal ring. Is it such a big deal?

25. I want to prevent accidents because I live my life like it was a video game.

26. Die hard optimism also means turning a blind eye to the risks involved.

27. Coffee and books go together. Who the f*** told you that?

28. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a person la la and la. How, if I may ask?

29. Waasup? I would be able to tell you better had you asked how I felt.

30. There was a time, compliments embarrassed me. Too much modesty! Do I crave them
today?

31. Am I shy or am I an introvert? No, they don’t mean the same.

32. Don’t play the reverse-psychology trick on me.

33. Those days when solitude was beautiful are gone. Now it’s a responsibility.

34. I crib when life sucks. I crib when life is perfect. I crib.

35. My beauty is inner. Please look into my eyes.

36. I was an open book. Now, I am a closed trunk of things which guise themselves as crap.

37. You think you are cool? Define Cool.

38. Samay-ka-mehtva was every Hindi teacher’s favorite essay topic. Any takeaways?

39. Life sucks? Break the straw.

40. Too many rules. Too much strain. Heaps of laziness. Countless commitments. This is what education does.

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