Abusive relationships

Why is it so hard to walk away from a relationship, especially an abusive one. Is the abused more to be blamed than the abuser? Is the victim of an abusive relationship emotionally vulnerable?What makes a person tolerate abuse? Does the victim suffer from self-esteem deficit? Why is leaving more difficult than staying? Why is the familiar torture preferred to the unknown future? Why is any company better than no company? Is sympathy for the abuser a wrong emotion? Is there no exit?

The girl with the dragon tattoo

The girl with the dragon tattoo; The girl who played with fire; The girl who kicked the hornet's nest: Lisbeth Salander is the girl who made millions sit up and take notice. What makes her a success? Maybe the fact that she is very different i.e. very original. She is not your quintessential crime fiction heroine. For one, she is not this drop-dead gorgeous damsel; she is a boyish looking emotionally troubled girl. It's her imperfection that makes her endearing and so real. The best thing about her is her utter disregard for the rules of the society or the law. But she is not without morals. She is emotionally strong, bold yet vulnerable. What I don't like about her character is that she is a genius computer hacker. This is quite frustrating as she seems to get all her work done just by clicking few buttons. Lisbeth stays with you even after you are through with Larsson's Millenium trilogy. She is everything I am not and I love her for that....

Another day

There is a lull, as if the brain is wrapped in cotton. Thoughts are safely tucked in; nothing goes in, nothing goes out. Only the beat of existence is clearly audible. I live, I am here. This feeling is soothing. Just being me...I am not uma. I am a woman, a human being looking at oneself and the world around with awe and utter fascination. I am alive and happy that I am here for another day. Every breath I take, every move nature makes leaves me spellbound....I am here....

A perfect flower

Only nature's creation can be perfect...a flower is a flower, each petal a mark of perfection, the feel, the smell...it is the absolute sensory delight. The colours, shapes, fragrances may vary but they are just superficial effects, the beauty is in the soul of the flower; it is the happiness it exudes in its beauty which gives it the perfection. The joy of looking at a flower is bountless. It stays with you forever. The flower withers but the joy it imparts stays on. The timeless beauty...

Reality sucks

In my thoughts I  achieve so much; I swim across oceans, give speeches to a standing ovation, solve complex math problems, find love, dazzle people with innovations, be a star... and yet reality falls so short. These are not impossible feats. If only I could bring out even half of what an individual is capable of.
Aah...I should just stop thinking.....

Only friends

What was supposed to be a fun occasion turned out to be just that, but not only that..fun had brought some accompaniments. It brought with it moments of regret, envy, sadness and helplessness. After an evening of laughter I went home with a heavy heart. I met my ex-colleagues recently. There were the usual hugs and oh u ve put on weight...and whatz up etc.... I watched them and realised that I was not in the group any more. Of course, friendship was intact but the bond that comes by sharing the same workplace was gone. They discussed colleagues and work as usual, only I was not part of it anymore. It is so tough to let go. I wanted to be a part of their world. But I had lost that privilege. We were just friends...

Afghan Star

Setara is made of stuff that makes a person stand apart from ordinary mortals. Her feat may not sound extraordinary. She is neither an astronaut nor the CEO of any top-notch company. All she did was dance. This Afghan girl dared to dance in a show which was watched by one-third of the country's population. I saw a documentary on Nat Geo about the singing contest 'Afghan Star' in war-torn Afganistan. The girl contestant Setara brought tears to my eyes for the sheer guts she displayed by dancing on TV with her veil slipping down her head. Her bravery is so inspiring. Watching her I feared for her life. Many Afghans shared my view and many openly issued death threats, calling her act totally unislamic. Right from the girl who dares to wear a pair of jeans, where salwar kameez is the norm, to the girl who refuses to give dowry are the real heroes for womankind, their seemingly small acts of courage pave the way for major upheavals. These are people who dared, who dared to think and act out of the box...

I can fly

I remember a day in summer in kerala. I must have been five or six then. I was waiting at a bus stop and there was this shop next to it selling grocery, fruits, cold drinks: well, a bit of everything. It had a drink called 'Fly', in orange color, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was sure then that if I drank that drink I could fly. I imagined drinking and soaring up, up, up. 

State of I

Is laziness fatal? Oh my god, no cure? Then I hope it's contagious! One nice lazy world would be so blissful....