And then there were...

I just feel it's about time I give up the mourning and start blogging. Well, grieving more like.

I think I'll do just that.
W00t!

The name of the blog - Rustic. I was just remembering why I chose it. I guess whatever I put in here, is rustic in a way. My writing is in no way flowery or laced with elegance. It's just basically me.

The few who've read this blog since long know this, I expect.
Anyway, here's to something better, hereon.

Nostalgia

This post has been long due. I've been so caught up with all the things that are happening in my life that I seem to have forgotten to do the things that I love. Let me tell you one more thing about myself. I adapt pretty easily. You might say that I am a pushover, I'll just take it as one of my many weaknesses. I tend to agree to what the whole crowd says. I rarely speak out. The reasons are many. Sometimes, I shut up seeing that there is no use whatsoever in arguing, either because the other party is too dumb to comprehend the facts that would be glaring at their faces, or just because I wouldn't have cared enough. Other times I just quietly laugh off the stupid assumptions made by others. I find them to be baseless. I mean, what's the point in arguing with someone who has the brains of a 4 year old and the guts of the one soldier who backed out during the war? Anyway, what I'm trying to tell you is that I chose to put up my thoughts, on varied topics, online, through this blog. And off late, I seem to have neglected doing so.


Well, here I am again. I did start off a blog on WordPress. But I came back here. I find it really hard to let go things. I do not forget anything. My mind just chooses to remember every little detail even though there would be no effort to do so on my part. I've not decided if that is a good thing or not. Yet. Insignificant details are literally just embedded in my brain cells for what, I have no idea. They say that you never really forget anything. You just choose to ignore it. You tend to push it to the deepest part of your memory cabinet and you never go there, unless circumstances call for it.


I was recently talking about unwillingly taking the road of nostalgia to a certain friend of mine. I thought it was a weakness. But then, I was made to realise that without memories, life would be meaningless. I mean, so much for the meaning'ful' life of ours (this is the part where I start mulling over what the hell IS life all about?). But still. Anyway, here's to memories. Good or bad, who cares.


And RIP to HPDH. (Courtesy to a certain mod)

Innocence

Every minute that passes by brings in some change in you. Humans inherently have an adaptive nature. You tend to become accustomed to the change you never wanted. These changes later manifest themselves as an amendment of your character or conduct. You look back at yourself and find that you are amazed at far you’ve come, or how far you’ve gone. That of course, is subjective. Let the change in you be such that you will have no uncertainties. Evolve in a manner that will give you a fresh and a better perspective. Be virtuous. Preserve the innocence in you.

The world can thus be a better place.

Amen to that.

My color...

Though it is random, the below mention traits are true.
:)

Your Name is White

Your name tells people that you have good intentions and a pure heart. You try to always speak the truth. You are happy to step back and let other people shine. You don't seek attention or acclaim. People see you as someone who is generous and ethical. You can be counted on to do the right thing. You are bright and clear headed. You can offer a fresh perspective, especially when other people are in a rut.

What Color Is Your Name?

Checked morals?

The newspaper ran an article about the way the human male is. One line said it all. Quoting, “A man would stare at a village girl, even if he’s got an Aphrodite for a wife.”

True, isn’t it?

A mentality as such is developed at a very young age. Kids are given, not taught, a very pitiful insight towards the human sexuality. In India, we have a very small percentage of parents/guardians, educating their wards on the basics of sex. There is no proper sex education given in schools either. Ethics, customs and values are not paid heed to. Parents groan about pornography. What about the stuff kids view on the idiot box at home? Forget the movie with the complete-with-graphic-detail love scene. Don’t they see the kind of advertisements we have on the television these days? Deodorant ads, soap ads, body lotion ads, condom and contraceptive ads, all in their very homes. Very few advertisements are subtle.

Kids accessing the internet ought to be the least of their worries. Kids at a young age itself must be taught the difference between profanity and decency. It becomes absolutely crucial that they are able to distinguish them later in life. Their outlook towards such obscenities should be right.

Sharlene Azam, a former columnist for the Canadian daily, Toronto Star, has written a book and has made a documentary on well-to-do middle-class Canadian girls who are willing to do sexual favours in return for material gifts. Girls of a tender age of 11-12 years are prostituting themselves willingly. The author also talks about how the “sexting” culture is catching up rapidly.

The book excerpt can be found here - http://www.thenewgoodnightkiss.com/book-excerpt.html

And a better article on the invasion of porn - http://www.thenewgoodnightkiss.com/toxic.html

India is said to be a developing country. Let it not grow towards the annihilation of the morals which have been brought down since long, from one generation to another.

All ye darker sex! (Fairer sex is so cliched!)

“You better not keep your slipper that close to the railing. It’ll fall into the water.”
“No it won’t”
“I’m telling you, it will.”

And, dear readers, it DID fall into the lake and my dear friend had to jump across the railing, go down to the water edge and fish it out.

“You don’t say anything like that next time!”

I just grinned big.

That was not the first time that something as such has occurred. Many a times, small, seemingly trivial events have taken place after my telling they will. What do you call that?
I call it intuition. An inkling. My instincts are nearly always right.
So are my Dad’s though.

Anyway, here’s a snap of the gone-astray slipper.
:D



Also, this.




I read the article above in the paper and would you know! LOL!
It is true though. You listen to your girl/wife; you’ll do well in life.
Honest!
It’s just that we women have better judgment, logic, common sense, wit and reasoning. We might sometimes lose our heads and it may seem as though we do not possess any skills better than you, but more often than not, lets face it, you are proved wrong.

Here's the link.
LOL!

This also reminds of that paint ad, I forget which one exactly, in which the Granny says “I am always right!” The hand gesture as she says it is too good.

Son of a gun! Will you look at that!

Ever thought that coincidences could be something more than just that? How would you feel if I told you that there does exist some force that is responsible for every little action that occurs in your life? Well, the matter that your life is just an illusion will be dealt with in another post. By some force, I do not mean a Godly presence of some kind. Coincidences do NOT just happen. You make them happen. Either willing or not, you DO make them happen. All the consequences of your actions are to be blamed on you alone. The perspective through which you look at them is all that matters. You may think that you made it happen and can be happy about that, or you can assume it to be the course of action your Almighty chose for you, OR you can just think of it as a mere coincidence and say “Well, I’ll be! “ and go about your way. Its all in the way you look at it people! You will always get what you want. You ought to just make it happen your way. It might be hard or just frigging easy.

Either way, you don’t lose anything in giving it a shot, do you now?

Wake up!

Tak-tak!