Imagination #23 ~Siblings~

09:00PM

She sneaked out of her house trusting her sister to cover up behind her. “Strict parents tend to create world’s best liars”, We have heard and read this so many times. These two were the ideal specimens for the line. She had a dramatic escape. No, she did not climb down the vine beside her window. She lay past her lovable dog from the front door, who had a habit of kissing her all over the face, even when he was tired. It was a miracle he did not wake up, when her scent passed by him. To be honest, she was a little disappointed. But saved it for another day; she had to get to his house that night, which could turn into something memorable for her to count for the time to come. Her sister continued keeping an eye on their parent’s bedroom until she was out and ‘safe’ in the street. The escape lasted 38 minutes. She was obviously pissed, but thinking about her sister made her blush. Beautiful moments awaited her…

07:00AM
She eagerly waited for her sister to come back home. With a tinge of nervousness that her parents might wake up and ask for her and with the excitement of asking her sister about everything that happened last night, she was standing near their parent’s bedroom door guarding it like a keeper. She was finally relieved when she saw her sister hoping like a little girl from the window. She unlatched the door and shushed her sister who was opening her mouth with big round eyes, probably too excited to narrate the story about “the night”. They tip-toed to their bedroom and she threw herself on the bed. “So, what happened?”, she could not contain her curiosity. “You won’t believe what happened!” she said remembering all the fun she had last night. “What? What? Tell me!”, she pulled her back to the present. “We watched Baby looney tunes, the entire night! You won’t believe, he has all the DVDs!! And then we had chicken wings with coke! Oh, it was the best night ever! I never imagined him to surprise me with something like this.”, she said with eyes full of happiness and heart full of love for him. Her sister stood up, “WHAT!! I guarded like an effin’ dog, just so that you could watch a cartoon with your boy friend??? Are you serious?”, She shouted. “I know right. Honestly, it was a turn down at first, when he made me sit in front of the TV to watch the show, but I swear, I got so interested in it, I forgot why I was there in the first place. It was like revisiting our childhood again and he made that possible. I love him more now.”, she said and blushed. Her sister calmed down looking at her. It was not totally a waste though. She just said, “All right, I will let you go this once.” And hugged her sister. She sat beside her and continued, “By the way, can I borrow the DVDs from my possible would-be-brother-in-law?” Her sister blushed again and said a squirmy “yes” from behind the pillow.

#TG
P.S: Of course, it could have been better if my vocabulary was a bit vast.

Shall we?

This is the first time, I fell for someone like you.
My friends don't understand this jump that I've made from the cliff,
but that doesn't matter. You are nothing like I had imagined but still
you have every quality that strikes the lines off my list.
At times I wonder, if this was meant to be or are we just another fling.

You're a flirt, they say.
Someone who had a past with a lot of 'ladies'.
Someone who made 'em cry and I hear that a lot.
From people who hate you and from people who think you're handsome as well.
I do not yet have the courage to ask you this ever though we have shared moments. Moments which carry meaning deeper than you'd expect.
I wonder if you feel the same.

But you should know that this is the first time I've fallen for someone like you.
Someone who everyone talks bad about.
Why do they not see, what I saw in you when you made me laugh?
When I defend you, they say that's your charm.
They say that's how you did it before.
They wouldn't know, would they?
They are only jealous. I know they are. It can't be... can it?

These people keep talking negative about you,
Should I listen to them?
They do not know that after every joke you crack on me
you hold my hand in secret just to ask “That didn’t feel bad, did it”
“No, it didn’t. But don’t do it again” I say.
“Sure” you blab and do the same thing over and over again
They do not know how homely that feels.

Is it okay to be so positive about someone?
Maybe this is what crushes are like
They make you feel as though they can do no wrong
Without a flaw… Oh no no no, wait, there’s something
I really do hate it when you boss me around
I know you’re older than me but do you even realize
you sound like an aunty at times, who nags her niece and nephews
when they try to have fun??

All right, I know you don’t drink and don’t smoke as much as others do
But you know that thing that you keep chewing all the time
You do understand that it affects you the same way the other things do right?
Just quit it already!
See, not really un-flawed, but yet... yet…

Thinking about it again, there is not everything about you that I like.
Some things make me question myself… why did I fall for this man?
Why did we get this close? Why did we share those moments?
Recalling how all of this started, I cannot seem to find the exact point
It was all so natural. There was no sudden click and bamm!
‘We found love’ or ‘Love at first sight’ types. The flow just went on naturally.
We came close and closer, in a short span of time,
But a meaningful span of life

The others may say what they say
I would like to believe that either they hate you because
they cannot be like you or cannot be with you
Coz if they could be you, they’d know how beautiful you are from the inside
And if they could be with you, they’d know how lovable you could have made them feel

Of course, only God knows what will happen to us
The odds of us getting together are lesser than Jack sparrow getting another movie for the series and even lesser than ‘log kya kahenge?’ dying out of India.
Nevertheless, I would like to keep this feeling in my heart for this tick of the clock and for the next one. I might fall in harder and get this tiny lil’ heart broken.
But who cares, let’s just cry together when the time comes. Shall we?

#TG 

What is more important?

Here I am, finally, intruding the ‘writer’s block’. Writing about how far I’ve come from where I left last. I was in college enjoying, chilling with people I thought I would never be departed from. The ones I thought will stay forever. “We will work at the same company” “We will stay in the same apartment and go on short trips to hills and beaches” and much more. Even then we knew that none of that was going to happen. We still said that just so that we could remember those moments and smile. Just to create memories. Just to relive those through the roads in our minds. We had different dreams, we knew right from the start that we were going to be apart in the end. Still…
Where is life standing now? Are you happy the way it is? I get asked this question a lot. Honestly, I do not know how to answer. I don’t even know what to answer when people ask me “What do you keep writing in that book of yours?” How will I answer about life when I am not sure what goes on in my own mind? Too philosophical isn’t it? I know, I tend to wander while I write. I don’t think I’ll ever rectify this habit.
Anyway, let us talk about facts. I have acquired a job. A job which is no where related to the degree that I carry. Yes, my family is upset about this. My uncles have already passed me down their “much-sought-advice” on how wrong I am in leading my life. “this is the start of your career, do not spoil it” “this work is not worth it” “Helping your mom in house-hold work is better than this” “It will not make people respect you” STOP!

I know it is sad when your family is upset because of you. But it is even sadder when you family does not care enough to listen to you. To sit down with you and just listen. Listen to your dreams. Read your stories and understand what it means. Listen to what made you write those. Listen to how they inspired you. I get this question often “How and when did you start writing?” The answer will always be “I am not sure, since childhood, I guess” Now that I think to it, I know exactly how this started. My dad brought me diaries and books; my mom made me write letters to him. To write in those letters about what I wanted when he returned to us, about how I was doing, about just anything. Slowly, I realised I was not just doing that for her sake, I was doing it because I liked it. I realised this even slowly, that writing, was in fact my passion. I asked myself this question, “Can something be so important in your life, that you would be ready to give up your time with your family and just leave, without regret?” Yes, there is. And I mean it. This might sound harsh, but I think I can never be able to stop writing, but I will at a point be able to live without them. Materialistic. Maybe.

This job that I am at. Customer service in as company big as this with a low pay. I know I might not be able to reach the point where in I could achieve my dream, but at this moment. This very moment. I am writing. I am close to my love – typing letters on those pretty black keyboards. Helping people with words. It is a simple job. I am only doing what others are doing. But, the fact that I type every day, whatever it maybe, holds lot more meaning to me, than just being another advisor in customer service. I am practically living my dream. Kind of. I would say.

I live alone, yes, I know with three other girls in the same room, but still alone. I don’t yet prepare my food, but I am filling my stomach with my own money. I go back to my room, whenever I feel like. I write and read late at night or early in the morning. I sleep at what times suits best for me (just saying, the command centre decides this, not me :P). I go to places carrying a bag-pack and click pictures of pretty things on the way. I am in command of my time. I may not be living an ideal life, but I am happy. Happy in this moment being surrounded by people who listen to my stories and do not judge me (yes, this is for you, glevi). Happy in this moment being able to fulfil some part of my dream. Happy in this moment while I smile and breathe. Happy that I am not being idle, that I am for a fact helping people with the little things. I have taken more than 300 chats in the last 2-3 months, and I can ‘confirm’ that I have properly helped at-least 50 of them (I know the stats don’t say so, but ache log kaha lete hai surveys :/). How many people have you helped in the entire year? So, laying this question out to everyone who think customer service makes people not respect you. What is more important? You, respecting yourself and knowing your worth or working to achieve approval from others by doing something against your wishes.

#TG 24/11/2017

Random thoughts #6

Myeongdong was a dream but as we know reality is always a step away from what we want to happen. Still, the music in the background and the faces of the people showcasing similarities made it seem close to the expectation.
Amthan (anyway) , on a bright day or a peaceful lit night, with the love of my life or the person who defines my existence, we will be there. The belief is what makes the heart move forward. For if hope is lost, Taeyang won't ever meet you. But if you keep it alive in your heart, then once, at least once in your life you would study that which you wouldn't laze around from. It's all inside the big head that you carry around. After a while, you forget if you are writing all of it by becoming the first or the second person. Then again, I think there is a word for the type of writing that she writes. Every topic that starts never ends on the same note. The world being round, you can never think of meeting at the same point unless you have roamed the oceans and the climbed the mountains.
Myeongdong, like I said, is a dream. We will be there, someday, gracing through the stores and shuffling through the delicacies, finding all the look-a-likes of Dong gu and Bo young and hoping to meet them in the lanes lit with neon lights and 'glamourized' by 'cheer up baby' and 'bang bang gang' and 'pi ttam nunmul'.

P.S: Went to commercial street, heard Sunday prayer from the church and saw people with tiny eyes among other things.

#StyZie

Random Thoughts #5

This last semester made me experience things that I hadn’t imagined. No, wait, I did imagine them. It’s only that I wasn’t sure if all of it will ever happen in my life. I thought it would take a lot of time, when stuff like that would finally find its way around me.

Thanking the people who came into my life, I am overwhelmed. If it weren’t for them, it wouldn’t have been possible. The stains of ink on my wish-list are finally coming alive and blossoming. In a month, probably, my life is going to go through the biggest change. I am happy, nervous and waiting eagerly for it to happen. I am not sure as to what should I be expecting from it. The only thing that I want right now are the people who make me feel alive, by my side.

#TG

Imbalance Anatomy

What comes to your mind when you read the word ‘Empowerment’? Let me guess, WOMEN, right? This is the problem which is creeping into our society bit by bit making the entire system crippled. What about the men who haven’t got their piece of cake? Don’t they deserve to make their own choice? Let’s look at the entire scenario.

A baby boy is born in the family. Happiness all around, people cheering, the entire house is enlightened. Uh uh, don’t be mistaken. They aren’t genuinely happy about his birth but are pleased by thinking about the fact that he is going to be their caretaker for the life. Yes, he, who came out of the womb two days ago, is already a man in their thoughts.

He grows up slowly and expectations rise thousand times faster. They want him to be strong-Physically and mentally. He must hold hid tears in the darkest of hour and act like Hercules even if his skin is ripped in the process. Only to let the thought, “Men don’t get hurt” live longer.

Even so, a girl must face problems much bigger than these. Her wings are chained the moment she dreams of flying heights. Her thoughts are termed baseless and her existence undefined. She suffers pain in each step of her life and yet she is expected to be gentle and calm.

Her problems grow with every rising sun and finally, after centuries of torment, she is being considered. People began thinking, placing themselves in her situation. They realised that she is in pain and her sufferings had to end. Virtuous beings stood up for her right. They praised and admired her. The government enforced laws. She is supposed to be happy but, we still hear grieves more than laughter. Whenever a girl comes out of her house to fight for her right, she gets into much larger trouble rather than overcoming it. People talk, judicial systems take time and money both; but once in pain, always in pain. Instead of getting the respect and support, she is being eliminated and decisions are biased.

This thing has affected the other side too. Men are being labelled as ‘criminals’ by default. Women harassment cases are overly examined troubling both ‘him’ and ‘her’; most of them being false. What about a harassed man? How many times have we seen them talk freely about the tortures they faced? Shouldn’t she think twice before accusing him? Why does a woman sometimes forget that she is a daughter, sister, wife and a mother when men are constantly reminded of this? When a girl gets pushed by a guy, it is teasing her. And accordingly, it’s the mistake of the guy even if he is being pushed by a girl, “Weren’t you purposely standing in front of me?”

Neither she nor he is satisfied. She never gets justice and he is always accused. Both are innocent and both are distressed.

Revolutionising society is a success only if it contributes to the betterment of both the sets. Refining one and disregarding the other would never aid the world. Working in collaboration is the only solution. Women of the present generation are not weak. They do not need reservations and constant supervision. They can work things on their own. And men, need to be given similar respect as the women. They do not want people to expect more than they can. They have their own dreams and full right to choose whatever profession to live with.

At the end of the day, we are not complete without each other. We need to honour and accept every individual. Working for the betterment of one pack should be modified to working in correspondence for the entire world. Only then will it be healed and turn into a better place to live.

Presenting Gong Yoo!

Finding a person to talk to about the topic that excites you is so difficult in this growing world of possibilities. I have always had this problem ranging from the music I like and the words I connect to. One such field is the KDrama world. It’s always interesting when you find a twin head with the same thoughts hovering. Luckily I got in touch with one, after almost 7 years of dissolution. It doesn’t matter what time of the year it is, KDramas never fail to entertain you. A place where all your crush experiences keep rejuvenating. Best part? They don’t leave anyone hanging. Everybody is treated (if you know what I mean :P) Lately I, like so many others have found my new bias (typical term) in the Goblin star – Gong Yoo :*

Today I met a drama fanatic as I promised to share some dramas and the first question that the person asks me is, ‘that goblin actor; isn’t he is a bit old?’ and I go turning heads with a weird expression trying to hide the rage (it wasn’t all that steamy though because I have already been asked as to why all my crushes are above the age line). I then nicely explain, that he is ONLY 37 and ‘you should have seen him smile in ‘Coffee Prince’’ 

That one line kept resonating for the next hour and I feel the need to defend him. (Before I start, I thank that person sincerely for asking the question because I finally get to write about something after almost 2 months of blank spaces. Khamsamnida :P) I had never really put a thought as to why I liked him so much but now that I think of it, there is a list. So, here it goes.

💓1.  What is the definition of ‘old’? In the drama ‘Goblin’, the lead Ji Eun Tak (or Goblin’s bride as we know her) calls him ‘Ahjushi’ (elderly man) all the time and everybody loved it. If old means wrinkles, then no, he hasn’t reached that phase yet. If old means cracked voice, then no, it’s sheer melody. If old means dislocated and crooked limbs, then dude! He is NO where close to it. And if old means age, let’s talk about it over a glass of wine.

💓2.The physique is marvellous and the sensuousness is exceptional. Who wouldn’t want a piggy back ride clinging to those shoulders? (excuse me while I drool)

💓3. One quality in men that most girls would agree to be a major turn on is ‘husky’ voice. The dialogues from Goblin are already ringing in my ears. (Cheos sarang ieossda )

💓4.  Pretty face is not difficult to come by, what I seek is personality. And he works fine in both the department. The humbleness and his choice of words he uses (in his interviews) made me fall for him over again. The kind of vibe he exfoliates is fresh and light.

💓5. In another of his interview he was asked about what he thinks about his fans and the people who fall for a celebrity. Normally celebs say that the fans should not confuse the actor with the character he/she plays because it isn’t them. What he said was, ‘People accept when somebody says they have fallen in love with someone at first sight. But people laugh when somebody says they have fallen for a celebrity whom they saw on the screen. The latter is normal too 'coz after all we’re also humans.’ He gives fangirling a green signal. (couldn’t find the link to the interviewL)

💓6.The age? Mark Twain once said "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter." Nope, it doesn’t.

💓7.  One of the most important things in Kdramas – Kiss scenes (rated 5 on 5 myself (by mere visuals of course(sigh!))). Okay, I know it is not going to make any difference but treat for the eyes is important too.

💓8. His name. His real name is Gong Ji Chul but he goes by his stage name, Gong Yoo which is the combination of his dad’s and mom’s family name (that is so freaking cuteeee). How many times have we seen somebody do that?

💓9. Acting, that for which he is famous. Be it Coffee prince, Finding Mr.Destiny, Big, Goblin or A man and a woman, he is outstanding as always. On top of that, he can sing! Mmmm mmmm…

💓10. HIGHLIGHT – His smile. Instant mood lightener. My day can go from worst to ‘one of the best days ever’ in seconds.

💓11. He is single :P (as if that would make any difference)

💓12. Honourable mention-  the left eyebrow lift. Sassy!! He winks and then shys like a teenager. Awwwwwww!!! How in the world can you not fall for him? just how!!

Why surpass all this just because of a number? Just why? He is a package and fans all over the world have approved of it.

P.S: Hopeless fangirl in the making. 

#TG