It becomes a bit difficult when there are way too many thoughts running on your mind to be able to type them out in a coherent manner. Looks like I just need a push to start off. I thought of writing movie reviews since I seem to be doing that a lot in my head and not voicing them out much. But then I decided against it. Though, you may see an occasional line or two, or maybe a paragraph on a flick now and then. I was just glancing at my blog and my, I started out nearly 4 years ago!I cannot believe it. Long way, that. In more ways than one. I finished college, did a bit of SEO and then freelanced for a while, oh, and I grew up (air quotes!), and now, here I am. Back to my blog.
I entered middle school listening to Backstreet Boys and Boyzone. I still remember sneaking to the hall and watching Nick Carter in the video of Quit playing games with my heart over my Aunt’s shoulder. My kid sister, now, starts jumping about to Coldplay’s Lost and Alanis Morissette’s Ironic.
What can you say? The changing generations. Also, the BSB were way cooler and a hell lot better than the Bieber kid.
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.
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.
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 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.
SharleneAzam, 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.
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.
