I was in the library today for 10½ hours straight. I have a paper to hand in, in a few days and I was in desperate need for some time to work on it, so I was doing that in the library and reading for 10 hours straight, a ½-hour break in the middle to grab a sandwich. Well, either all that reading has taken some sort of serious toll on me and I've gone balmy or I just want to rewind my life 13 years....I really want to watch cartoons. I just realize how much I miss watching them. My daily favourites were: Felix the Cat, Casper the Friendly Ghost, Tom & Jerry, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Woody Woodpecker, Sesame Street (ok, not exactly a cartoon, but who cares, I loved it anyway!), Kids' Songs (these kids singing these nice songs like 'Waltzing Matilda' and 'If You're Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands' and dancing around in cute clothes), the Looney Toons series, and cartloads more. Wherever I went, they used to play us kids cartoons and somehow, we just lost ourselves in those tiny frames of animation. I never really knew I loved cartoons so much until today. The cartoons of this day are nothing like what we used to have back in the 90's when I was a kid. My dad's colleague presented me with a VHS with some amazing cartoon movies like Disney's Cinderella and Bambi. When I watched Bambi for the first time and all the times after that, I never really understood where Bambi's mother went and why he was so weirded out when he saw this other full-grown male deer watching him from a distance. But, just a few years ago, when I happened to watch the movie again, I realized that the movie had something deeper to convey than just deer running around in the wild. Bambi's mother had actually been killed in the stampede and I could feel his pain when he realized that she was gone and his helplessness at the time he finally found his mother and couldn't do anything but stand and watch her die in pain. All the poignance depicted in that 'cartoon' film reduced me to tears. Looking back, I think that was some movie!!
Also, the sight of the male deer he got was actually the spirit of his dead father. It is strange how cartoons were so symbolic of so much more at that time and it was such a beautiful way to convey so much through all those lovely Disney movies which were just beginning to become a rage then. The cartoons these days are seriously nothing like what we had then.
I also had so many crayons and coloured pencils, and colouring books.
My friends also had so many and our favourite way of modern day 'hanging out' at each other's places would be drawing and painting, we would also ask someone to judge our drawings and tell us whose was better. There were so many of these jumbo-sized colouring books which were really thick and had so many pages, but when me and my friends used to colour those pictures, we used to be so mad when the pages used to tear. Now I know why, they were all made out of cheap, recycled paper. I also miss those lovely beanies and goodie kits they used to hand out to kids on flights. I really miss those. Even now, when I see any of the steward(esse)s handing out any of those goodies to kids, I seriously keep wondering why they don't notice me. I want one of them too!!
Boy, you kids, am I jealous or what!! You have all the lovely discounts, all the goodies, all the cartoons, all the....
...And Then The Special Days...
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Have you ever had a day which seemed nothing like any other? Well, I've been having a string of such days for eons, but there have been sweet breaks in the rut. Every day is special, that's something I've known ever since I knew anything else. But, special in what way, I ask. Well, of course, special enough that I'm yet with life, I guess.
How would you define a special day?
I don't really have a concrete definition for a 'special day'. I.M.O., anything can make a day special, it just depends on each individual, I guess. To me, even the smallest things such as seeing a butterfly go flower-hopping can go a long way in making my day extremely precious. People, of course, do so much more to make my days extra awesome. Even the smallest gestures or words or anything humanly performed can make me feel so grateful. Being the person I am, I just can't help smiling thinking about all the wonderful things that go on. At times, random special moments from the past just bring a smile to my face and it just happens anywhere at all. There are so many times I can remember feeling a smile or a giggle coming on in between really not-exactly-hilarious classes. A mental smile or a giggle works for me. Reminiscing is something I do on a daily basis. So many random memories of the past just come to my mind as if they just have to.
Well, I've had some really wonderful surprises in my life, knocking on wood, and I'm extremely grateful for them. To us, doing small things for someone may seem very ordinary and normal, but we never know when and what exactly we do that makes them happy and hence, we leave our footprints in the beach of someone's life.
People are special. Cliched, I know. I'm a minutiae-person. To me, the details are what matter the most, such that, at times, I totally forget about the big picture. But, details are so important to me. What details? Well, details related to everything that has or can have details. Even the most insignificant word anyone might say can make or break something for me. So many things that make a difference to me and most people could be: having a wonderful conversation with someone, just bonding with someone you never thought you could even imagine talking to, receiving some special mail, hearing from people you've known and not been in touch for a long time, a simple phone call from someone when you're blue, reading something really inspirational that makes you reflect on life and everything around you, accomplishing something you previously thought unaccomplishable (and when it actually turns out to be quite an accomplishment)....and so many more such lovely happenings.
If only I could be this filter for the good stuff which just lets all the not-so-nice stuff drain away. I'm not sure why I'm rambling on about goodness and special days, but somehow, I think I have the answer and don't have it, too. But, I love the fact that the future is so unpredictable, somehow, we can create it or yet just leave it to Destiny to create it for us, we can do anything...it's karma, it's luck, it's all the glitter and colour in the universe, all the thoughts and emotions, all the people, all the flowers, leaves, trees, sunshine, joy...it's all pure magic.
How would you define a special day?
I don't really have a concrete definition for a 'special day'. I.M.O., anything can make a day special, it just depends on each individual, I guess. To me, even the smallest things such as seeing a butterfly go flower-hopping can go a long way in making my day extremely precious. People, of course, do so much more to make my days extra awesome. Even the smallest gestures or words or anything humanly performed can make me feel so grateful. Being the person I am, I just can't help smiling thinking about all the wonderful things that go on. At times, random special moments from the past just bring a smile to my face and it just happens anywhere at all. There are so many times I can remember feeling a smile or a giggle coming on in between really not-exactly-hilarious classes. A mental smile or a giggle works for me. Reminiscing is something I do on a daily basis. So many random memories of the past just come to my mind as if they just have to.
Well, I've had some really wonderful surprises in my life, knocking on wood, and I'm extremely grateful for them. To us, doing small things for someone may seem very ordinary and normal, but we never know when and what exactly we do that makes them happy and hence, we leave our footprints in the beach of someone's life.
People are special. Cliched, I know. I'm a minutiae-person. To me, the details are what matter the most, such that, at times, I totally forget about the big picture. But, details are so important to me. What details? Well, details related to everything that has or can have details. Even the most insignificant word anyone might say can make or break something for me. So many things that make a difference to me and most people could be: having a wonderful conversation with someone, just bonding with someone you never thought you could even imagine talking to, receiving some special mail, hearing from people you've known and not been in touch for a long time, a simple phone call from someone when you're blue, reading something really inspirational that makes you reflect on life and everything around you, accomplishing something you previously thought unaccomplishable (and when it actually turns out to be quite an accomplishment)....and so many more such lovely happenings.
If only I could be this filter for the good stuff which just lets all the not-so-nice stuff drain away. I'm not sure why I'm rambling on about goodness and special days, but somehow, I think I have the answer and don't have it, too. But, I love the fact that the future is so unpredictable, somehow, we can create it or yet just leave it to Destiny to create it for us, we can do anything...it's karma, it's luck, it's all the glitter and colour in the universe, all the thoughts and emotions, all the people, all the flowers, leaves, trees, sunshine, joy...it's all pure magic.
*(Perfect)*
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Who says no one is perfect? Perfection has been interpreted wrongly in the present age. Usually, people say to me, no human is perfect. But, what if I say that we are all perfect as we are? I clearly stand a chance to have a mountain of debaters trying to prove me wrong here. Well, regardless of anything, I still stand my ground and maintain that we are all perfect. In case you are wondering, no, I do not have my rose-coloured glasses on today from behind which the world seems like paradise. But, instead of taking to cynicism, and for a change, if we are willing to overlook and simply appreciate the goodness that each of us possesses, then yes, sure, we are all perfect. No matter how negatively a person portrays or chooses to portray him/herself, when twilight comes, we all know that we don’t exactly want to be bad people. There is something inside us which does not allow us to be who we deeply desire to be. This huge tangle of the ropes of our emotions just doesn’t come undone when and the way we want it to, which can be frustrating, so ultimately turning to alternate solutions seems to be the best thing to do. I cannot speak for everyone (generalization is a crime I would not like to commit), but from who I am and what I’ve learnt, I know for sure that evincing personal emotions is not something too many people are good at. But, yes, we are perfect, and one more thing, we are perfect, and this is true for all of us.
Life has magic and wonder woven into each strand of its DNA. There are opportunities, people, chances, risks, events….each of these elements of life are just perfect all the time, but we just fail to see the perfection in them when lightning strikes. When it’s a sunny day again, everything seems perfect once again. Each step we take, each move we make, each breath we take, each decision we make- everything is carefully planned…we plan it almost all the time, but Destiny works her magic on all that we do and it ultimately results in something more than just positive in our lives, although the effects may never really manifest themselves right at that moment.
Look at it from the eyes of The Person watching us all on the big screen, and yes, it’s not hard to actually feel the perfection, magic, and wonder floating all around us in the form of fine and pure gold dust contained in tiny, delicate pink glass bubbles that can pop anywhere, anytime and just on anyone or anything. Such is Life….what we hate results in something good for us and what we think is full of the allure of sparkling diamonds just has all the sparkle floating on top of it, and at the bottom, we might just find a ton of lead.
All of us are living proof of perfection, so I believe!
Life has magic and wonder woven into each strand of its DNA. There are opportunities, people, chances, risks, events….each of these elements of life are just perfect all the time, but we just fail to see the perfection in them when lightning strikes. When it’s a sunny day again, everything seems perfect once again. Each step we take, each move we make, each breath we take, each decision we make- everything is carefully planned…we plan it almost all the time, but Destiny works her magic on all that we do and it ultimately results in something more than just positive in our lives, although the effects may never really manifest themselves right at that moment.
Look at it from the eyes of The Person watching us all on the big screen, and yes, it’s not hard to actually feel the perfection, magic, and wonder floating all around us in the form of fine and pure gold dust contained in tiny, delicate pink glass bubbles that can pop anywhere, anytime and just on anyone or anything. Such is Life….what we hate results in something good for us and what we think is full of the allure of sparkling diamonds just has all the sparkle floating on top of it, and at the bottom, we might just find a ton of lead.
All of us are living proof of perfection, so I believe!
Missing Home!
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Doha, Qatar- the city I've spent all the 18 years of my life in; the only place I can ever associate with the word 'home'. If you've lived in any place as long as I have, you will probably be able to identify with what I just mentioned.
I've been missing home, i.e. Doha, ever since I moved into university and these days, I miss it all the more, there are so many memories that I have from there and so many associations and links between my life and Doha that can never be broken. Especially now, when there are so many festivals and events going on, I can actually feel the distance between where I am and where I came from. Qatar is a small place, and if you live there for a year, it's very natural to get bored and long for a change, but, I guess, that's the kind of boredom I'm longing for. The evenings in Doha, the loveliness of the Doha afterglow, the way the city glows like a glowworm with all that electricity of the lights rushing through the power cables of the different buildings that stand against the black Doha evening sky, bumping into so many known people in the malls and other places, hanging out with friends and family, watching TV at home, going to the Corniche, the lovely spring breeze in March...oh, and so much more than you'll ever know. This small country has so much to offer, things you can only experience if you've lived there as long as I have or at least for a good number of years. I could write a book on what I love and miss about Doha, but I guess, there are something that are better left unspoken or unwritten, and just left to the better part of ourselves- our minds, to soak in the joy of the magical memories of the best moments of our lives yet.
I've been missing home, i.e. Doha, ever since I moved into university and these days, I miss it all the more, there are so many memories that I have from there and so many associations and links between my life and Doha that can never be broken. Especially now, when there are so many festivals and events going on, I can actually feel the distance between where I am and where I came from. Qatar is a small place, and if you live there for a year, it's very natural to get bored and long for a change, but, I guess, that's the kind of boredom I'm longing for. The evenings in Doha, the loveliness of the Doha afterglow, the way the city glows like a glowworm with all that electricity of the lights rushing through the power cables of the different buildings that stand against the black Doha evening sky, bumping into so many known people in the malls and other places, hanging out with friends and family, watching TV at home, going to the Corniche, the lovely spring breeze in March...oh, and so much more than you'll ever know. This small country has so much to offer, things you can only experience if you've lived there as long as I have or at least for a good number of years. I could write a book on what I love and miss about Doha, but I guess, there are something that are better left unspoken or unwritten, and just left to the better part of ourselves- our minds, to soak in the joy of the magical memories of the best moments of our lives yet.
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