There is this huge conception where being a kid is considered being immature. We hear, “You’re not a kid anymore” all the time (at least I do). But they never tell you the exact point of switch over. When do you go from being a kid to suddenly be an adult. What do you do then? Is it an option and what if I don’t want to take that option? Why can’t I be a kid and still be mature? What does maturity has anything to do with being a kid? I look around and I see a lot of so called adults behaving in a way they shouldn’t be (mind you, I’ll not mention the word kiddish here). What qualifies you as an adult? If it’s about maturity, being all grumpy, and serious faced, I’d rather choose playing in the rain, kicking around rocks and innocence. We’re stuck in a world where most of us want to be kids and are forced to be adults losing our innocence in the process. Why? Because being a kid is not acceptable by the society. I don’t see the point. I don’t understand the reason behind “hey grow up, you’re not a kid anymore”. I also hear people say “Wish I was a kid again”, and I think “What’s stopping them?” We all have that kid in ourselves, some of us know it, some don’t. A few have gotten to a level of losing it and tend to find it back at a really old age when they couldn’t do anything about it. I don’t think anything is stopping us from smiling, from being able to admire silly things with gleaming eyes, from holding on to that little bit of innocence left in us.
The people I consider best friends are the ones with whom I behave like a kid and not feel weird about it. The times I feel innocent happiness are when I do things I’ve always loved doing since I was a kid. I believe in genuinely smiling at people, I believe in looking at things the way they are and I believe being a grown up is seriously overrated. If I fall, I want to be able to stand up, rub it off and continue doing what I was doing. Like a kid. I want to look at the world like a kid in an amusement park. The upcoming Calvin and Hobbes documentary summed it up perfectly for me. Calvin is the kid we all wanted to be. Bill Watterson summed up an entire life’s lesson in those comics. The smart, silly, misinterpreted genius is what we all want to be. At least I do.
Some say, it makes the world go around!
There’s this thing
The ones who found it,say its the best in their life
The ones who are looking for it, say its their destiny to find one in their life
The ones who found it in the wrong place, say its the biggest mistake of their life
The ones who succeed, say its the best thing to have happened in their life
The ones who are super lazy, say nevermind, I’m not interested now
The ones who are hyper active, say last month or now?
The ones who are overly attached, say I have to know what she’s doing now
The ones who are really bored, say I’m looking for a breakup now
The ones who go only to movies, say corner seats for me
The ones who go in bikes, say I don’t want my parents to see me
The ones who are always on the phone, say my balance is low, please top up for me
The ones who are looking at other people, say I have to let you go, you’re not the one for me
The ones who just found it, say they’re the best ever
The ones who just lost it, say they’re the stupidest ever.
The ones who share hearts, say they’re made for each other.
The ones who don’t, say they just don’t wanna see each other.
A pessimist would says its nowhere
An optmist would say its everywhere
A realist might say its out there somewhere
What do I say? I don’t know! I mean, really. I don’t know. Its not that i’m confused about it and say I don’t know. I really don’t know. Rocket science is easy.
I can kinda figure out what is love but what on earth is true love? (Mummy promise?) and divine love? (God promise?). If love isn’t materialistic, then what is love at first sight? If love doesn’t care of color, then why on earth do we have so many fairness products? If love cares only of the heart, then why is the global race to lose weight and look slim and attractive? If every love is true,then why all the breakups? Have we gotten to a level that we fall in love with every attractive person of opposite sex (think animals)? Haven’t we given a thought that handsome guy might be a psychopath and that hot girl wearing black might have been a guy in the past? I’m not being paranoid but how can one find someone to spend their whole life with just based on looks and a few phone calls is really beyond me. Love shouldn’t be about sticking on to someone just because you decided too early and you can’t back out. It shouldn’t be a decision you regret after a certain point in your life. If you ask me, choosing love is like choosing your best friends, its not a one day thing, it develops over years and it goes without saying. And the ones who use friendship as a trial run for love,show some class people.
Disclaimer: This is just about love between a boy and a girl who might or might not eventually marry each other. General love isn’t very complicated.
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Whatever doesn’t kill you, keeps you alive!
What if someone gives you an escape route if you can kill someone, who would you kill? Many people would say different answers, mostly personal and maybe a few for the world good ( yeah, I get it you wanna be a hero who saves the world, you wanna be famous, selfish jerk ). I have a list which keeps changing with time. My question is, what will it take to answer the first question with your name.
I mean, why would someone want to kill themselves ( if any of you who are reading this have killed yourself, please drop your answers in the comments and the best answer will be handsomely rewarded ). I mean, really? I see you screwed up somewhere but which calculation lead to death as an answer? Death is the eventual answer for everyone at some point but it derives itself, you don’t have to be a smartass to derive it early. you won’t be there to show it off. What is the ultimate screw up that make people kill themselves? Different answers here too, nothing of which would be irreversible. If you get stuck inside a box under water, wouldn’t it be fun to try and get out instead of just giving up, isn’t that the whole point of life? trying not to die?
When I talk about stupidity and suicide, I talk of healthy stupid people and not those poor terminally ill ones whose less painful option is death. Peace be with those people. Back to our stupid guys, do you know how much it’d hurt when you die? ( yes, you know now. Yes, I know its a stupid question to ask you ) Rationally I couldn’t think of one painless way to kill oneself. Its not instant either. What if the second you realise you’re gonna die and you don’t want to die? Would you want your last thought to be regret? And it sure isn’t pretty to look at. If you’ve done something you’re shameful and feel like killing yourself, why do it in the first place? It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure that. I know life isn’t fair and all that crap. Its the same for all of us. You don’t take revenge on that by killing yourself, you do it by living ( cheesy, I know ).
Its your life and you have every right over it. If you are suicidal, do this now. Hit yourself hard where it hurts the most. It might hurt ten times more when you die or it might not hurt at all but know this, it will hurt a million times more for the ones who love you EVERY SINGLE DAY. GROW UP.
Some stupid Rant!
Mother tongue : This is one of the columns you have to fill in most of the major forms in your life. I’ve never quite been very good at my mother tongue as I grew up in a different state with different language. I’ve never had a problem with it when at home but when I speak to a native speaker, I feel my command on the language or rather the lack of it. One reason I never identify myself with my mother tongue unless necessary. To me, mother tongue is more like the language in which you speak to yourself, the language you think in, the language you translate everything you hear so that you can relate to it and understand better which brings to the burning question inside me these days, WHY ON EARTH AM I SPEAKING TO MYSELF IN ENGLISH? Freaked me out the day I realized this. I looked around and it didn’t feel odd. Freaked me out even more.
There was a time when tamil font looked like home and english looked alien to me, now, thanks to text messaging, tamil font in english looks like home and tamil in tamil looks weird. We live in a generation who can read tamil written in english font faster than tamil written in tamil. The first time I went into my company and expected everyone to speak in english. Now I feel stupid about it. Speak in the language both of you can understand, that should be fine as long as you don’t make a fool of yourself speaking english to the client, in that case you may speak english at work to refine it. The obsession with english has grown into people so much that little kids speak to their parents in english. I mean, I can’t speak to my parents in english without feeling super weird about it and I’m happy that way. I don’t ever want to speak to them in english. English is for my job and it should stay there unless necessary. Your language is the one you are comfortable with and you speak your heart in it and slowly english is taking that spot. I don’t know guys, It doesn’t have that ring to it when it comes to personal things.
Na unna kadhalikaren sounds way cooler than I love you 😛 just saying.
Note to self: Mavane, inime english la yosika kudadhu. (Translation: Bugger, don’t ever think in english from now on) ( I’m too lazy to type it in tamil font but you get the picture right? )
Ps: Maha janangale, nalla english pesuna kuda paravalle, thayavu senju pesanungaradukkaga english ah pesi uyira vaangadeenga. Please.
Translation of the above on request from Sreekar: ( Dear people, I don’t mind if you speak proper english, please don’t speak english for the heck of it )