Nayan Tarse

Have you guys noticed these 100 Happy Days shenanigans? I have, and bloody hell, I love the dedication with which people are uploading things! (unless you're one of those retards who put up anything and say "oho look deodorant #100happydays") (I might have had to google the spelling of deodorant)

Initially, I really wanted to do this project too. I admit, the cynic in me thinks that if you're really happy, there's no need to publicize it on a social platform just to seek validation from strangers in the form of likes. But there's something to be said about our generation - we can't really do much without involving social media into it.

I mean, sure, you could be choose to keep things private, but just because somebody is expressing themselves via pictures/statuses on the internet, doesn't mean you need to hate on them. It's a choice they've made because they had the platform available to them. Let's respect that and not say "OMG s/he's such a vella attention seeker and desperate for likes!!1!11!!" just for the sake of it.

Anyway. So I was joyfully sitting atop my rainbow, daydreaming about how I'll execute my #100HappyDays, until my crappy ex pulled off the biggest chutiyaap ever (again. yes yes, you can lulz too). How could I possibly be a sparkly unicorn for a 100 days if somebody so close to me screws my happy up?

Then it hit me - our happiness is almost always based on other people. Someone complemented your Vans? Happy. Someone mentioned your result? Sad. Free food because friend's birthday? Happy. Domino's ended 1+1 pizza on Wednesdays? Sad.

If you end up in a Will Smith scenario in I Am Legend (no human contact for months), your state of mind might be radically different. You can be happy, but will you be as happy as Will Smith in Hitch?

So what do we do? I don't think you can cut people off and be happy, that's too tough (Plus how will you be part of entertaining Kejriwal status fights then?). Being too guarded about your feelings all the time won't exactly improve your quality of life either. You could find joy in a hobby, pet, spirituality, new phones, movies, music, art, exercise, new socks, anything.

But the problem is, none of it gives you the same rush as long as you don't have your 'people' to share this joy with. You know, the ones who you blink at and they'll know what you're thinking, or whose moms treat you like extended family. You may or may not need these people, but life certainly feels better with them around.

Be a good person, it's worth the karma.  Don't muck around with your 4am peeps by being too selfish. Sometimes, place another's happiness over yourself, but know when to draw a line. And goodness, appreciate the ones you love dearly. They'll give you more than enough to be happy about (and sometimes, other emotions too hehe) for a 100 days, and hopefully, many more :)

PS: Might be too lazy to do this project but let's seeeeeeeee hm.

"I cannot count the times I have cursed our lack of urgency. If ever I love again, I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It's no way to live, to wait to love."

- What Is the What, Dave Eggers 

The Opposite Of Mediocre Is?

Imagine the loudest possible sound you can of somebody running into a glass door, without it actually breaking.
Now imagine me doing that :P
Unfortuantely, that is not the crazy bit. The crazy bit is, none of the four boys in my presence laughed after this happened. NOT ONE. *wipes tear*

(I would've definitely laughed if I saw somebody walking into a glass door, as I did a few months back when my mom walked into Hidesign's glass doors. Hehehehe. Karma is a bitch. Never take genetics for granted either. Just saying)

Either way, the point is, I'm a clumsy person. We all are. Everyday, I see somebody getting smushed between metro doors, trip on their saris, spill water on themselves while trying to not put their mouths to the bottle (ALWAYS -.-), and so on. Some of you guys are probably a little more in control of your physical selves. But I know that there are many more people like me.. the ones with the balance of a pregnant elephant doing ballet.

But clumsiness isn't just a state of physical being. If you had to widen the circle of this Venn diagram, you'll see 47683790218239632 number of bad decisions everyday. That's clumsiness too, right? You didn't measure the consequence of a choice correctly (look alliteration!), and so things didn't turn out quite the way you expected them to. That's alright. We all buy weird pants sometimes, or go out on dates with strange people (you, the one who scratched your crotch non stop, yes this is about you.)

Point is, what do we learn from it? Buy antiseptic powder, sure. Always take your mom along when you shop, yep. (Hi boys, it's cute when you do that. Hahahawhh). The thingmajig is, making the wrong decision is the only way you actually hardwire the learning into your brain. My dad's told me at least a bazillion times to check the handbrake before I leave the car, but I only started doing it after we woke up one morning to find the car randomly sitting in the middle of the road. (Our parking might be sloped :P)


As this year draws to an end, there's a bunch that I learn from my clumsiness. True, it might not have been the best of years (2010, COME MAKE LOVE TO ME AGAIN!).

But you know what they say right? When you hit rock bottom, you can't sink any further because then you'll be underground and that'll just be a weird saying. (Or something like that). Maybe your year was supercalifragilisticexpialidociously fantastic - you didn't have a single bad haircut, you got laid multiple times and your math problems really did end with an LHS = RHS. Maybe your year sucked stinky monkey balls instead. Or maybe, your year was just.. mediocre, and when you're old and looking back upon life, you won't remember 2013 at all.

Either way, for now, let's look back and laugh a little anyway. We're older. Maybe somewhat wiser. Maybe still walking into glass doors.

It doesn't matter, because it has already mattered when it was supposed to.
And if none of this makes you feel better, remember. We're the generation that survived the Mayans!

Guess Who's Back

*dusts cobwebs*
*coughs*
*dies*
Nah. HIIIIIIII!

Exams are starting in two weeks so obviously I decided that it's time to revive this place.  How have all you gorgeous people been? I've been fantastic minus the fact that I'm getting sucked into the massive vortex of a syllabus that I've decided to finish in 2 weeks. You too? Join the club!

Either way, this post isn't to inculcate your already growing sense of panic, but to bring us all back to the real world (by which I obviously mean the internet).
Do we all share the same sense of panic? YES WE DO! We'll all pass, don't worry. Then December shall arrive and we'll all either freeze partying or party freezing. And then 2014!
Man. Talk about a year just flying by.

Needless to say, we shall all see more of each other soon. Yes? Yes! Here, have some cyanide and happiness.



See you!

Chutney

I don't know how it started.

If one were look back upon things, it's hard to pinpoint when everything went from simple looks of adoration to a universe of complex chaos and destruction. I could tell you that this is when I looked the other way and this is when she fell for him instead, but hearts do not know calendars. They do not understand expiry dates and time bombs.