Tangles of my shopaholic heart

Roaming the market with a friend has always been one of my favorite exercises. The market will never cease to astound me. Its full of strange people, exotic smells, and funny things to buy. We were just aimlessly wandering when my eyes caught on to something incredible. 

It was miniscule. It was Pink. It was glittery. Did I mention that it was wee?

It was a Tiny Pink Hat.

How can anyone ignore that? A teeny tiny pink bowler hat covered in shiny pink sequins! I was so astonished at finding this object that I was immediately overcome by the insuppressible urge to possess this anomaly. I was a zombie. I HAD to buy that tiny hat! Right AWAY!

Unfortunately (or fortunately), my friend talked me out of it and swiftly pulled me away from the sight of it.  It was a tiny hat. It had absolutely no purpose at all. It wouldn't even fit an incredibly malnourished baby's head.

But I cant help but feel a slight twinge of wonder about the hat. For that second, I was under the spell that everyone comes across in the market. I guess some people call it "Impulse Buys" but to a shopaholic like me…it was simply magical.

Have you ever felt like that? What was your equivalent of my Pink tiny hat?

Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga?

On December 21 2012 the world was supposed to end, according to the Mayans. But a few days before, the newspapers were splattered with stories about the Delhi Rape case. This changed my mindset.

It wasn’t the end of the world in the literal sense.  It was the end of the world as we know it. It was time for a great change that would mold the minds of this century. Every century since the beginning of time has had great changes.

In the nineteenth century we saw the industrial revolution which changed almost every aspect of daily life.

In the twentieth century we saw both world wars and the concept of nationalism was born.

They all happened at a time where there was general unrest. The Nirbhaya case felt like a beacon showing me that our world has too many problems at this point in time. And its time to change. 

Death does not mean the end of life in tarot cards or in orneirology.  It is a metaphor for venturing into a change we do not comprehend or know about.  It’s a strange and terrifying adventure and yet, it is a necessary part of life. In the same way, it is time for our society, our mindsets, the world as we know it - to die.

The title is a quotation from Seneca's Hercules Furens (The Mad Hercules), Act 5, line 1138 , where Hercules is wondering where he is and just  says :”Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga ?

I'm wondering where we are in time. What change is coming? Will it be the exciting Zombie apocalypse or the mundane world from The Long Walk by Stephen King? Will it change the state of humanity and displace us from the top of the food chain? Which world awaits us: Dystopia or Utopia? Does our current world fall into either category?

I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Bear Hugs

I have this unshakable belief that hugs and kisses solve every problem. They usually do.

Humans need to feel connected to each other. And hugs are the way to do it. Whenever i’m sad a good long hug makes me feel so much better. I feel like i’m not alone (my prime fear) and just for one moment i feel safe. My worries vanish.

Life is difficult. Every day, we’re fighting for something. Even if it is just to breathe, we’re in constant combat. And whatever it is i’m dueling at that time; my emotions, an opinion, a judgement or a loss, a hug makes me feel better. Heck, it makes everyone feel better. There isnt a person in the world that hasn’t craved a nice, warm hug from somebody.

Hugs can convey so many things. I hug when i’m excited. I hug when i appreciate someone or something. I hug when I’m trying to comfort someone. I hug when I need comfort. I hug to say ‘hello’.  I hug to show people that i’m there for them. It’s just my way.

Simply by putting my arms around someone and squeezing, I feel better, and so do they. Its just one of the ways in which we bind our souls to each other.

Birthday Surprises

This year my birthday came packed with surprises. Everyone paid so much attention to me and wrote such beautiful words about me that i wept like a baby. It was my eighteenth birthday and I never imagined that it would be so special.

Most of my friends were away answering entrance exams that will probably decide their future. That’s why I had decided i’d push my party to the next month. I had actually planned to lounge at home and watch the Breakfast Club (One of my favourite movies), on the actual day. Little did i know, my friends and family had other plans.

I had a lovely lazy morning and in the afternoon I went out to lunch with my best friend. We’re a pair of devils when we’re together. Always doing things we shouldn't be doing. She gave me a wonderful surprise. She had spent days creating a huge card for me. It wasn't any ordinary card; it had photos and memos of all my good friends in it. Some of the things my friends said (especially Mau5), made me tear up with emotion. I’m so lucky to have friends like them.

The next night I went to dinner with my family. That’s when I was hit with not one but TWO other surprises. My cousin “aDivineHumour” is a gifted artist and she took the time to draw a portrait of me. Can you believe it? There’s a framed portrait of ME! Every time I look at it, I feel so special. Thank you, sis.

The other surprise was a gift basket. In it was two games i’d been coveting and a few bath and body products. But the one item that really had me gaping was the God of War:Ascension, limited edition PS3 Controller!! AAAAAAAAAAH!

It really was an amazing birthday. I should have known it as soon as i cut the cake. The scene was just so quirky. My mum had playfully smeared some cake on my face and was giggling shamelessly, my dad was patiently wiping the cake out of my hair and my sister was sneaking bits of cake to Pumpkin (Our darling doggie). As i was standing there in the midst of my family, in peals of laughter, I realized how incredibly happy I am with life.

Beta Girl (tag)

She has effeminate super powers. She likes to take pleasure in simple, everyday things like cooking, gardening, decorating et al. Beauty entices her. She is usually the right hand of the strong and powerful Alpha female, usually offering felicitous advice. She looks for loyal, long term relationships with her friends. She’s communicative and a good listener. She is the epitome of all that is feminine. She is Beta-Girl!

A friend described me as a Beta female. Naturally, I did a little research on gender roles and Alpha, Beta, Omega men and women. I was so surprised to notice that I fit the role of a beta female so perfectly.

The description I've given describes me perfectly. I’ve always been a very feminine person (unless we’re talking about video games). I worry about etiquette and poise I love to meddle in the kitchen and the garden.  Literature, art, nature and fashion are the four elements that curl around my soul and show me the world’s beauty. I seek loyalty among my friends and I loathe betrayal. That is who I am and I’m not afraid to be me.

One of the articles I read also put up a list of movies that beta females would enjoy. One of them was Bridget Jones’ diary, which incidentally is a book and a movie that makes me squeal with laughter, every time. I’m very fond of that book and its sequel as I connect with Bridget on many levels. If she is a beta female then I’m glad to be one too.

Of course, there are a few dissimilarities between me and the stereotypical beta female. I am quite comfortable with the way i look. I’m certainly not a beauty queen but I’m sufficiently attractive and intelligent. I don’t feel inferior to alpha females. I know who I am and i like myself. Sure, I doubt myself every now and then but I’m only human. Essentially, I think I am a pretty incredible woman and I strive to be a true lady. That is enough for me.

P.S Tell me if you fit into a stereotype on your own blog, or leave a comment. I'd love if this became a popular blog- tag.