Fried Eye

Dear Diary,

There was something darker and mistier than the chilly nights throughout last week. more

Dear diary,
For long I have always wondered about criticism – its general and non-discreet availability from those who cannot tell between salt and pepper. About why if there was a girl in the house it is expected that she cooks AND has the natural inclination to do so. About Paris Hilton & Lindsay Lohan – one HAS to be in public to earn her daily bread, one cannot earn her daily bread because she’s too public.

But the most irksome of mankind’s traits I noticed quite prevalent is the profound, even justified, arrogance over one’s good fortune. Man is gravely ungrateful at his supposed good fortune, and is filled with a sense of superiority over those dissimilar to him, even in his own species:

“Hey your skin color is black, while I’m white! You will now be my slave – do everything I ask you to do without further questioning, even if it means selling your child. And you being treated like a fellow human shall henceforth be unlawful!”

“Look here donkey/camel/horse/ox/dog in the polar region, I will make you carry heavy loads (heaviest of them being my own ass) and keep spanking you until you die or we reach the destination. And when you die, I’ll console myself by calling you ’just a brute’.”

Looking through a friend’s Facebook profile earlier in the week, I saw a picture with three people wearing dark glasses getting a stream of “3 idiotts or 3 andhe… ha ha ha” one-liners. Resentment grew. Hatred brewed. I failed to comprehend why a person wearing dark glasses HAS to be associated with blindness and is deemed an insult. How does one not being able to see make the other person superior? Because (s)he can operate the computer better (Oh really!?), look better (Beauty. Is in the eye of the intelligent beholder)?

Anyway, FYI, all things in this world were designed in a way as to fulfil everyone’s needs in general. If all engineering happened with the visually impaired in perspective, nobody would know what hit them. Truly RP (Retintis Pigmentosa) style. And this logic would apply to every other inability a person could have, not just blindness.

But, but, but… I have to be honest. I’m only having these thoughts because I’ve been personally affected. I would otherwise have been completely oblivious to crushing the life out of someone less fortunate than I am – just like I stepped on that insect because I was too lazy to shift my foot five inches to the side.

Well, now I know. And I’m keeping away from wrongful pride at my good fortune. Yes sir. I’m not going to undermine anyone anytime for being mentally retarded, blind, deaf, mute, lame, tall-fat, short-fat, tall-thin, short-thin, fair, dark, rich, poor, ugly, in same ‘gotra’, hates pani-puri or any of its combinations, including those unsuspected and hence not listed. No sir.

It’s one of those I appreciate about RP. It makes me more humble. A better human.

Signing off,
Me

Dear Diary,

Something so amazing happened the other day that I’m just dying to more

Dear Diary,

I worked hard, and demanded a pay raise. I was told to work my ass off for another couple of months and I could then have a Volkswagen Polo. more

Dear Dairy,

The year has got off on a great start for me at the work-front. Well not exactly “work” front but thereabouts. more

I was exasperated. What a project! The topic – Awareness among the Middle class Indian female. It’s a group project and my part was to identify a female who can be termed as the quintessential Indian female and do a sort of interview where I have to gauze her awareness and how educated she is. No wonder I was flummoxed. How do I search for the so called quintessential Indian female. Mother India? Ekta Kapoor Bahus? more

Dear Diary,

In the dictionary of a 20 something unmarried young girl in conversation with society-induced paranoid adults, the word ‘marriage’ means: harassment. Living in an era where skin-deep beauty is revered, physical attention is cherished by those blessed and craved by those unpossessed and “perfect” means not susceptible to any social prejudice at the minimum. And then some more. No wonder that-vampire-in-that-forNOTgoodnesssake-Twilight-saga is a huge rage. more

Dear diary,

For the last 21 yrs (if you include cycling since I was 3), I’ve been driving. Exactly the same day last week, I went to the local RTO and surrendered my driving license.
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Dear Diary,

Now that I’m legally blind, I have decided to buy a cane. You see, the traffic is driving me mad. I just cannot walk on the roads without being hit! Bloody cows. And buffaloes. Add a bunch of mysteriously thinking motorists at the helm. Idiots. They never understand. We could get each other killed.
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With a song on my lips and spring in my steps I set out for my workplace this morning. Everything looked fresh and clean. I was waiting at a traffic intersection for the chartered bus when I witnessed an incident which… I am not sure if i have an adjective to describe it yet. So let me just narrate it instead.
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Dear Diary,

What makes some of us extra-ordinary and why? The other day my friend Urmi and I were watching a television program. I don’t recall exactly what they were showing as I had only one ear cocked towards it. Suddenly Urmi sighed “ How minuscule and ordinary we are, aren’t we? I mean look at them, so extraordinary. Achievers. And here we are, still struggling with our daily routine, doing nothing worthwhile. ”

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Its New Years Eve. And it has worked up frenzy among some of us to take New Year Resolutions. Habituated to acting in a pack (umm well almost) I have decided to take a resolution too…
I have most resolutely resolved to be proud of being a Female- with all its inherent strengths and shortcomings.

Whoa! What a resolution you may say. Amounts to having no resolution at all. Well, actually think again. Being a female can have its own sets of positives and negatives. And that is without even adding additional labels of careers, dreams, responsibilities -familial or otherwise.
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