Sunday, December 6, 2009

A Midnight Stroll

A woman walking alone in the middle of the night & how she is treated by people around can be such an eye-opener about the city & people inhabiting it.

I recently moved to Helsinki & have since then been reveling in the almost crime free city. There are no restrictions on walking on the streets late at night, with friends or alone. This is a big change from what I have been used to back home.

For all the things I love Delhi for …. I hate it more for its security concerns & issues. I recently lost a friend. She was a journalist returning from work at 3 am. She was shot to death. No one knows why. To top it all, the honorable Chief Minister said something on the lines of “it was reckless behavior for a girl to be out alone at that time of the night”.

However not once did she comment on the security concerns that surround women in the city except talking about them as they were a given. Not once did she even in passing imply that the Government would attempt to make the Capital of the Country a safer place for people to live in.


Yesterday I had gone to a friend’s place for dinner with the gang (a weekend ritual for us). After the dinner & some card games, it was decided that we go for a walk around the city center to admire the beautifully lit city of Helsinki, basking in its festive glory. We ended up walking around the place and then returning to our respective homes on our own.

After wishing my friends a pleasant night, I bumped into a couple of men who’d seen me separate from my friends. And they didn’t catcall or whistle. They asked me very politely why I was ending the night so early. They invited me to join them for the rest of the night, asked me where I was from, if I was liking the city. On my polite refusal to join them, they backed off… wished me a pleasant night & went their own way. I shudder to think how this scene would have played if I had bumped in to a couple of men with beer bottles in their hands on the streets of Delhi at 1:30 am. Needless to say I don’t think I would have been safe & sound post the encounter.

Continuing my walk to my place, I saw a man lying on the street with the bridge of his nose bleeding a little. I and a passing finnish couple woke the guy, they asked him (in finnish) if he was okay, where he lived etc. We helped him stand up, they going in the same direction walked behind him to ensure he didn’t fall somewhere again coz he was too drunk to walk straight.

Again I wonder how this scene would have played had I been in Delhi. Two major differences that I think would have been are

1. I wouldn’t have stopped to help the guy. Not even in my wildest dream would I think of doing it in Delhi. I would have just assumed the guy was a Cheap Drunk and was getting what he deserved.

2. I wouldn’t have been walking alone at 1 am, even if it was inside my own locality.

For people here, I am making assumptions here basis my 3 odd months of observations, weekends are the time to have fun. They are out on the streets with Beer cans in one hand, a cigarette lit in the other, walking around with friends till wee hours of the morning, or spending time in a Karaoke bar or a pub or a disco. So its not a big shock if you find a guy lying on the street too drunk to get up. Drinking is a way of life here.

The surprise comes when they do not do stupid reckless things. They still walk in the walking lane, they still wait at traffic signals, they do not eve tease, they respect your privacy & personal space, they try to include you into the fun they are having, they want to ensure everyone has a good time.

How I wish my beloved city was similarly safe & respectful of people. Hope I live to walk such a night in Delhi.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

3 months of Self Revelations

It’s been 3 months that I have spent away from home or the country that I call home.

The 3 months have been a revelation in to my own self. I have figured out things about myself that I had never figured at home or for that matter even on campus (my longest time away from home).

I have realized what a freak I am. On seeing people here, interacting with them; my perspectives have changed yet again. I have realized some aspects of me that were hidden to me until now. Reminds me a little of the Johari window exercises we were made to endure in college.

I always thought I was a social person with my own frequent mood swings. Only on coming here have I realized that my social element is quite high. I enjoy spending time with friends, who doesn’t rite?

But I have also realized how much I hate being alone… loath it. Of course there are times when I need to be just with myself & no one else but these times are fewer by far.

Some other things that I realized are how much I love my mom’s food & Indian food in general. If you know me, you’ll say what about the times you were away from home earlier? Well, but I was still in India & some substitute of what my mom could cook better was readily available. Somehow here I realize the value of the food cooked with love.

The other day after one of my successful cooking experiments, while discussing it with folks back home my brother dear says “ but you were always a good cook” & I must add here that I was pleasantly surprised coz until then I had never realized that anything I did could remotely be called good.

Well, I don’t have a very high opinion of myself. Of course people say you are sweet, helpful etc etc.

But how many of them know the real me. Hell even I do not know the real me. I am still figuring things out as you probably noticed reading this little tirade of mine.

To quote a friend who was using this line for himself, I’ll say “I am my own worst critic”.

However, to return to the self revelations… I have realized that I have a bit of competitive streak with the firangs as they say. Be it competing with them on the walking speeds or attempting to stay fit (very far off for me). Also realized that this will only help me start, if I need to continue then I need a little …sorry a lot of push….

Be it checking to see if a friend exercised or not… or asking a friend to scold me if I overeat… asking another one to ensure I exercise...

The other thing that I realized is that I can practice restraint when it comes to sweets. And this for any foodie is a big deal. Yep I am big foodie & I mean big literally. :p

Signing off

Friday, November 20, 2009

Over It!!!

SO many times one hears the phrase “Get over it!” in one variation or the other….be it getting over our sorrows or our obsessions.

It may come through our friends and/or family when one is unable to let go of things/people/relationships etc. Until a few months back I was in this category too… nursing my broken heart & a traumatized ego.

However, when I see the time I usually take to get over such things & the time my friends take… I wonder if something is wrong with me…. IS it me or is it them?? Do I let go of feelings quickly? Do I not invest enough of my heart in a thing /person?? Or do they not see reason when it stares them in the eye?

I have been struggling to figure out the answer to this for what seems like ages….

At times I feel that it’s because I have seen/lost enough in my short years to cry over something that is not a permanent part of my life or a person didn’t care enough about me… Yet is it wrong to move on quickly, to be ready and smiling in anticipation for things to come?

Well all I can say is I am over it… and smiling in anticipation for the good things to come…

Cheers

Monday, November 2, 2009

Too much to Ask?

Being around Couples is a mixed bag of feelings. I feel happy for them; it's good to see them together, enjoying each other's company, enjoying the company of others in a togetherness that is known only to them. Be it a fleeting look at the better half or a caressing smile or even a word of advice on how to play UNO.

Yet it makes me feel wistful, hoping I could share that with someone. Even the disagreements and arguments would be worth it. My family thinks it's high time I got married. Well I am somewhat in agreement with them. I think I should get married but don't think it's high time yet. Maybe they are right, maybe they are not.

However, the big question that remains is how to find the right man.

The bigger question still is the characteristics of the RIGHT MAN...
At times I draw a complete blank when I am thinking of what kind of person would I want to spend the rest of my life with and at times I feel like I could write pages and pages describing him.

It's not easy to find an intelligent, fun-loving, nice looking, caring, jovial, sensitive man who cares about you. A man who looks at you with love & tenderness in his eyes and a smile on his face. A man who can pamper you spoilt; make you feel like a queen. A man, whose kiss can make you shiver in anticipation. A man, who boosts your self-confidence. A man, who can handle the debates and arguments, one who doesn't expect you to change your point of view coz of what he thinks. One who lets you experience the world and yet protects you from falling in harm’s way. A man in control of things. A man who can ease your confusions and be your guiding star. A man who make your heart melt. A man who can make you fall in love. It's rare to find such men. It's no wonder I am not married yet.

Kudos to my girl friends who did find them!

Moving Around

Just back from a trip to Sweden. The last 2 months have been a wondrous experience. It's amazing

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Path Unfolds

It's difficult to grasp how at times we are mere puppets at the hand of some higher power, be it devil or god himself. We always keep planning without fully grasping that those plans can't always be executed or lived on. Our dreams are in a constant metamorphosis phase, depending on which direction our circumstances, fate or destiny propelled us the last time.

It's amazing to analyse the transitions, the changes our dreams and aspirations go through. The change starts to happen even when we are kids. It starts as "I want to be a teacher", "I want to be a doctor", "I want to be a police officer" etc.. However, as we keep growing our childhood dreams begin to get altered. I can't place a specific time or situation when this change may come about.

I would believe it is because we are constantly trying to figure ourself out while also trying to decipher the world around us. However

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Wednesday, July 8th, 1992

There are times in one's life when one feels even if I tried my hardest I couldn't be better off than this. I am not taking about money my friends. I am talking about that emotional place that is nothing short of Ecstasy.

For me such a time was when my sister was born. I was a kid myself back then however it is a day I will never forget. It began as an ordinary school day however turned into one of the biggest celebrations that we have had till date in family. Just as the bell rung a final time that day and we ran towards the school buses we saw driver bhaiya. He'd come to take us to the Hospital where our mother was admitted. I and my brother sharing the normal bond that siblings do started arguing whether we would be blessed by a brother or sister.

And the silly logical reasons that we came up with for our respective choices amaze me till date. My reasons for wanting a sister was that she could wear all my clothes, follow me everywhere. My brother's reasons for wanting a brother were someone to play games with. I was indifferent to having a brother I guess however my brother didn't want a sister coz she would follow him everywhere.

When we reached the hospital we were told that we now had a sister and my brother cried. He was given myriad logics and explanations by elders around why it was good to have a sister compared to a brother. He was thus placated and we were ushered in to the hospital room to see God's little miracle. And by God miracle it was.

Just a look at our tiny little sister and all our qualms, apprehensions about another sibling were history. It was while looking at her, seeing her sleep, nervously look around and ask permission to touch her cheek, to lift her tiny little fist, to lift her in our arms, to ooh aah at her tiny fingernails that we both realised that this is what being ecstatic means. There can be no feeling better than this.

However, the joy and happiness I experienced that day is nothing compared to what I have experienced since seeing my sweetheart grow up. And the journey continues.....