Sunday, November 28, 2010

Wandering within the lines

When you are in a part of world where all you can see is high mountains on three sides and a vast ocean on one side, you might feel connecting to nature. That is a good thought, anyone interested can go on a tryst with Mother Nature but then do keep a check on those hyenas, rattlesnakes and a mountain lion/leopard (Have not got the chance see this fellow yet but there are people who have seen it). Why I tell you to keep a track of these fellow living beings is that they might have a tendency to learn more about the anatomy and behavior of bipeds. After all I am sure they must not have seen too much of these biped types in this 50km radius of high mountains. Well anyway, I am not here to speak about the terrain and her natural inhabitants. I am here to share a few things that are connected to one of the many out of place bipeds that have been lurking around this area in that name of building a super highway.

This certain biped (you can call him ‘X’) even though miles away from humanity still connects to the world (ah! The magic of Arabic cable TV with sub-titles and also courtesy to the technology, that yet to be tested on humans, called 3kbps Internet). This ‘X’ has been thinking a bit too much of I, me, you, your, him, her, them, they so on and so forth. The thoughts were becoming a bit too complicated and ‘X’ started raising questions about who he is and that entire ruckus connected to such queries. ‘X’ has been having this what, where, when and why syndrome on what is Individuality. No one can blame him though for conceiving such thought after all ‘X’ was the quintessential curious crow. This certain habit had made ‘X’ a rather messy reader who pondered, dwelled and infested upon any piece of literature that came across those curious eyes. And so one day ‘X’ came across a piece of literature called “Thoughts on Individualism and Commitment” that was written by Murakami Haruki and Kawai Hayao; here are some of the excerpts that was absorbed by ‘X’ through his curious eyes

  • The school principal announces, “We must encourage individuality,” and everyone says, “Yes sir! OK everyone, all together now, let’s encourage individuality!” Without even realizing it, they’re acting as a group. That’s how difficult the concept of individuality is”
  • “The notion of commitment has become very important. Before, detachment was the important thing to me.”
  • “The way someone is branded “antisocial” if they miss a group activity. Individual freedom is curtailed. Those who stick with the group in everything are considered fine upstanding people, while those who try to act individually are heathen”
  • “You see a lot who just cry all the time, saying “Why me, why me?” They never seem to realize that in the final analysis they have to overcome their problems by themselves. They have a hard time getting better, because they expect everybody else to fix things for them.”
  • “Do you think marriage is, in a sense, kind of mutual therapy?”

“Oh, definitely. That’s also why it can be so painful. If one really wants to understand one’s spouse, it isn’t enough to discuss things rationally. You have to digs well, as it were.”

  • “It’s ridiculous to think that two people who fall in love and get married are then going to live happily ever after. People get depressed after they get married because they marry on that assumption.”
  • “I’ve heard of people who divorce and marry someone else, but then end up remarrying the first person.”
  • “In the old days, marriage was just two people cooperating. If they did that until they died, then it was considered to have been a good marriage. These days, people want to understand one another, not simply work together”
  • “There are plenty of cases in which a wife, for example, tries to understand her husband but ultimately decides that she simply can’t. Sometimes, after living together a long time on the assumption that she understands him, she’ll all of a sudden realize that she doesn’t. To start over and try to understand him again is very hard. In most cases, she’ll just criticize him, saying he doesn’t understand anything or concluding that all men are worthless.”
  • “Romantic love doesn’t last very long. If you want to sustain romantic love for any length of time, you can’t have sexual relations. In my view, it’s impossible to sustain romantic love for a long period of time while engaging in sexual relations. So if you want to maintain the marital relationship, you have to be willing to move it to a different dimension”

“But the sexual relationship also has a therapeutic function, right? At some point, though, you have to switch to a different type of therapy, I suppose…..”

“Right. When you’re young, the sexual relationship is terribly important, and it’s also therapeutic, but after a while, that’s not enough anymore.”

“And people who can’t switch to a different dimension at that point will try to find sex therapy elsewhere, I guess.”

“That’s right, they look elsewhere and become involved in another sexual relationship……they may have what’s known as a “live-in divorce,” where the couple are emotionally divorced but continue to live under one roof as a married couple”

  • The other thing you often see is people who simply abandon the idea of expanding their world through relations with the opposite sex. They channel their eros into something else. Someone might become a scholar and conduct exhaustive research into a particular subject. If you direct your eros toward a woman, you’re dealing with living human being, which raises all kinds of complications. So, instead, you direct it toward, say, old historical documents. You wax passionate about them: “Oh, this part is worm-eaten... Now, what could this character be?” It’s much less risky.”
  • “It seems to me that in marriage people realize there’s no perfect answer, and that there are things and emotions that are beyond their control, and in that sense the marital relationship can open the door to religious feeling. Of course, it’s not the only way.”

“If you enjoy researching old documents, why not, right?”

“Except that the man might get all his pleasure from examining old documents, while his wife seeks a meaningful marital relationship. If you’re not careful, the results maybe be tragic. If, on the other hand, the wife lays aside her views on marriage and pours all her energy into raising the kids, or making pickles or whatever, then it’s possible for things to go along more or less on an even keel.”

  • “In the final analysis, it’s a matter of how you yourself want to live. It may be that only a minority of people are capable of investing a great deal in marriage, I personally think it’s a terrifically interesting way to live. In fact, I can’t think of anything more interesting…..I also think that….marriage can offer a pathway to understanding religion.”
  • “My view is, you have to think about who might be hurt by what you’re doing. Call me westernized if you will, but for me, it’s a question of individual responsibility.”

Now I must say that was one long excerpt. I did it find worth the read. Now you may wonder why I am sharing all this literature that was grasped by some quintessential curious crow called ‘X’. Well I guess I am one of those beings that must not have seen too much of these biped types.

If you do not believe that last line I said, then please; you can call me Ughh the caveman.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

A Table for Two, Please

It was never easy you know, between me and her. We just took it to each other whatever it may be. We ensured that we threw the kitchen sink at each other every now and then. Though many or should I say almost all of them around us never knew there was something between but the very few who knew, knew everything. They used to call upon their Gods and ask on how on earth (even on Heaven and Hell) did me and her hook up. No offence though but I did have a gut feeling that she was little messed up in the head, after all she was always in the impression that I was a little too crazy for her liking. I just could not believe it! She thought I was crazy. A far as I remember the craziest thing I ever did was, arguing with my Hobbes about him getting to close for comfort with her. That was the craziest thing I ever did, I wish I had not done that for now Hobbes has a huge liking for her. Felines and females, you just cannot trust either of them.

Tonight she went off to the supermarket to by herself some sanitary napkins while there I was staring at the fridge realizing there was nothing for dinner and that I was broke. At least she could have asked me if I wanted her to get dinner for me. The nerve of that female, she comes back from the store with her napkins while munching on a burger. I just hate her. When I asked why she did not ask me if I wanted dinner, she said that I was the one who took her out for dinner on our first date, which eventually led to this mess between us and so she thought that she will not ask me about dinner. I agree it is a mess between us but why the hell did she accept my dinner date in the first place. I wanted to ask her that but then I will be listening to one of them running commentaries that you hear during race day. Anyways, here I am broke, hungry and totally disgruntled. Tomorrow I am going to borrow some money and then I will show her who is boss and buy her double cheese burger and an extra large milkshake. That will show her that I am more humane than her. Yes, I know I should let her stare and drool while I eat that double cheese burger and extra large milkshake but then I just cannot do that because I Love Her, sigh!

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At times I wonder how relationships blossom, grow and beatify life for all I am experiencing in this relationship is the exuberant feel of staring at a blank white wall for a mere 24 hours a day. I just thank my stars that many or should I say almost all of them around does not know this thing between us. For if they did know about us, we would have been the joke of the millennium. He is says I am a lunatic, can you believe it! Me a lunatic! I have been the most humble and sane female he can get in his life, well I do agree that I enact Luciano Pavarotti’s Nessun dorma while I bath but then that is only 1 hour or so in the 24 hours of a day. Guys and Vodka, all they do is make you throw up.

With this all said and done, today he slept like a bear till afternoon while I went for work. Then he emptied whatever was left in the fridge for us to muster up for the next two days and goes back to sleep. I am sure he was still in is hangover from last night but so was I. I somehow managed to get up and reach for work. Now, I am so very thankful I showed up at work, Cristie and Jake did not show and I was the only waiter/waitress of the cafeteria today. The work was double but in the end most of our regular customers gave me an extra tip on seeing me work and my boss gave me a double pay for the day. I was so very happy and wanted to share the day with him and buy that new set of batteries for his camera but when I get home, I find the fridge totally empty and he had wasted most what he had taken out of the fridge. I just could not take! I got out to the supermarket and went did my shopping and on the way back I took dinner. I guess he did not like the fact that I was munching on a burger as I came in. I did feel sorry for him but I was just not in a mood for generosity today. I just cannot wait till tomorrow when he will go around asking for money and then finally end up with a few dollars, but then he will splurge it all to show off that he can buy a dinner better than me. I guess I will save his battery money for dinner for day after. After all the mess we end up in I will have to buy for him dinner for there is something charming in him. I Love Him, sigh!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Rules of Engagement

It was a rather low profile Eid this time. Well after all I am in the middle of nowhere, supposedly heading the Planning Department of a highway project. Started the day at 6, freshened up and headed for the Eid prayers. Breakfast at 8 and then it was boredom. Thought of killing time with some CSI:NY, CSI:Miami repeats and by 11am I had enough of forensics and science. As I was pondering on how to kill the day and trying to get my mind away from the dreaded thoughts of 'wish I had work today', my phone rang. Strangely enough an Indian mobile number, I had either called or had received calls from all the most probable calling persons but the surprises are always welcome. I answered that call;

ME: Hello
The Other End: Eid Mubarak Museem

ME: Thank you and same to you as well

The Other End: So how is your day churning out my dear?

ME: So far so good (that I should say was totally imaginative answer)

The Other End : ah! you were always bad at lying. (I guess she knew me well)

ME: Ha-ha! may I know who this is?

The Other End: ah! good, you do not recognize me, nice, that shows you are moving on with your life. I like that. Bada Bing, Baada Bong.

ME: hahahaha! Ding Ding!

The Other End: yea, you got me.

ME: So long time eh? What you doing?

The Other End: well, I am on a long break since August. Work was killing me.

ME: Hmmm, I always thought it was the other way round.

The Other End: Sarcasm never suited you so cut the crap. How is Muscat and your love of reading going on? Your FB status on those were a bit too annoying.

ME: Muscat is good, reading was great, I shifted to movies and books when I was from Aug to Oct.

The Other End: please, spare me from your in-depth explanations. I was about to sue FB for allowing continuous flow of monotonous movies and book list status messages from certain users.

ME: well, I am sure it would have gone in vain.

The Other End: yea, so had a good time in Thalassery eh?

ME: yup.

Silence for a few seconds

The Other End: I was in Edakkad during first week of Oct.

ME: And you could not drop in a visit eh?

The Other End: well, I did come around a particular locality in Thalassery to invite some 'nostalgic' memories and prayed the I will not encounter any 'familiar' faces.

ME: hmmm, what did you do in this 'particular locality'?

The Other End: well I parked my car in a sweet spot and just walked off to a nearby park. I had a feeling that a 'familiar' face might show up there on seeing my car.

ME: Well, some people are too busy and moreover I have heard experiences in life make people allergic to certain colours, brands or both. For example I am allergic to black cars especially black Skodas.

The Other End: Hmmm but then your emotions do get the better of you at times and makes you forget the allergies as you try to reconnect back to your experiences

ME: yeah, that does happen. Sometimes there comes a time when those experiences just pop up in front of you as you sit on your veranda and look at the world just outside your front gate.

The Other End: I guess that when you feel tempted to explore and try to leave a mark or should I say a lasting impression on that nostalgic exploration eh?

ME: yup. It something like every crime scene will be left with one solid evidence.

The Other End: yeah, but an old Indian business card with an international phone number scribbled on it is more than just solid evidence. Its concrete proof.

ME:I guess some con artists leave their signature trademark at the crime scene.

The Other End: hmm, so the spare key did the job eh? What if there was some kind of a security system like a burglar alarm eh?

ME: well, yes and I had this feeling that the security system was 'accidently' switched off.

The Other End: Ah yes, the gut feeling. It always works. Some did mine, when I came around that particular locality and boy it worked rather too well.

ME: hmmm, so I guess you had a good time at that park eh?

The Other End: Yes, I did. Nice place though I must say many in the male species were feeding their assets database with the help their in-built X-Ray visions.

ME: any interesting males there?

The Other End: nope.

ME: ah! Good for them.

The Other End: yea whatever. Oh by the way, I just love that song called Pee Lon from the movie “Once upon a time in Mumbai”.

ME: hmm, what makes you say that? You were never that MUSHy and Romantic type.

The Other End: I guess sometime when you get RE-connected to certain forgotten memories, things can change.

ME: oh you mean that song brought back memories of your Dawood Ibrahim's mistress days?

The Other End: Museem, like I said earlier, sarcasm does not suit you. I got to hear that song a few days ago when a CD in my car that just contained this one song. Can you believe it just one freaking song in that whole CD!!

ME: hmmm, I guess it must be one of them uniquely exclusive CDs.

The Other End: yeah, must be. Anyways my credit is getting low. Just called to wish you Eid Mubarak.

ME: oh yeah, I forgot about that. Thanks and one more thing I just love to keep my car trunk clean and organised

I had a feeling that she did not hear those last lines for the line got cut due to low balance. The call ended. I got hungry all of a sudden and went to eat. Dozed off until sunset. Then watched some TV again, it was House M.D. on TV this time around. I got a message on my phone.

"Hey guess what, my car's trunk is a magic trunk. I found my five pink top, some of my old jean and books lying in a bag and I was worried I lost them"