15 Feb 2012
by jillinthebox90
in Home, No Expectations
Tags: 2012, All Smiles, Awareness, First-timers, Individuality, Pink!, Soul Searching, Theatre, Trying Times, Women
Life has been challenging. They say that the rich have no aim or goal in life because they’ve reached the pinnacle of economic stability and therefore are blessed with eternal happiness. At this point in life, I do wholeheartedly agree with afore mentioned declaration. I do believe that money can buy you happiness. A new pair of shoes, lingerie and good food are always the best anti-depressants for me.
I am called a shopaholic. I completely disagree. I do not have the resources to shop as much as I would like to. Nonetheless a part of me is thrilled at this fact. As at now my conversion to consumerism is tragic, if at the availability of resources this is only bound to increase at an even more rapid pace. But then, I shop to feel good. It helps, at least momentarily. For all those out there suffering with addictions, you may not necessarily take a drag because you are depressed. It is a culture that you have imbibed in you because it is something that has happened over time. But to those who visit bars when you are depressed, you feel momentarily better eh? So what’s the matter with retail therapy, over-eating or even binge-eating? It all works on the same lines.
I believe in the motto of wanting solutions and not problems. I picked it up from a flick I watched, and it is also a frequent statement uttered by the Director herself. But then, life is all about problems isn’t it? There is always something that we strive for. A goal we have for the next five years or even for the following day. A task that should be completed today and not be put off for tomorrow. Seems like we have more common ground with the Sims than we knew.
Yet we complain. We complain at the speed of life. We complain about not having time. Yet we do not attempt at keeping up with all that progressive jazz around us, nor do we attempt at managing our time better. We continue to engage in the arts of procrastination and whining, so much so that we miss out on the times that we should be working and making the most of the time we got.
The clock is ticking. I pick out my pair of shoes while making a mental note of the song I want to be played at my funeral.
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01 Feb 2012
by jillinthebox90
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Tags: 2012, Apathy, Awareness, Black, Devil #win, Doomsday, First-timers, Life in a New Land, Miserable, Pressure, Theatre, Trying Times, Youth
Twelve hours ago, I didn’t know that life could get any worse. Or that the then-present situation had the faintest probability of becoming more miserable than it already was.
Twelve hours ago, I don’t know sadness, hurt, disappointment, rage, bitterness and loyalty the way I do now.
With much gratitude to a dear friend for the title, I couldn’t have thought of anything more apt. Never had I, he nor her have thought that what happened, had the slightest possibility of happening. Of all the hardships that had come our way, it would merely be an understatement to say that this was the hardest. Looking back, the cribbing, the complaining, the cursing, all seem irrelevant now. We don’t regret what we’ve said or done, but we do regret what has happened now.
An institution governed by clergy. What more could have one asked for but compassion and moreover, their ability to keep a promise. The problem would have undoubtedly been in the non-production of an “official” statement. Nothing was neither put down on paper nor spoken of in the presence of objective witnesses.
Twelve hours later, I grew up.
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17 Jan 2012
by jillinthebox90
in Home, No Expectations
Tags: 2012, Apathy, Awareness, Black, Blogging, Faith, First-timers, Individuality, Life in a New Land, Planner, Pressure, Theatre, Yindiar, Youth
I don’t know what else to call it. I know for sure that it doesn’t reach either extreme of the afore mentioned emotions but it reaches near there all right.
It is one that is defined by unwanted telephone calls, verbal lashings – silently endured and responded to from one end – heights of disrespect from either end, but still it survives.
I wonder if there is a mutual ground that we both stand on. We work for the same cause I agree. The other’s motives maybe slightly different from mine. Clearly, it has to be. However, it is not as though we even have a common enemy that we are up against.
The binary of the two is obvious. One is undoubtedly more authoritative than the other. Yet, the other knows that the relationship has to co-exist.
What I do not understand further is that we do have our moments of mirth, sometimes perhaps unknown to others.
I do acknowledge that God is great. I also do acknowledge that sometimes, some things were not meant for our understanding.
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07 Aug 2011
by jillinthebox90
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Tags: 2011, Awareness, Black, Blogging, Faith, First-timers, Ignorance is not always blissful, Individuality, Islam, Mera Sixty-Deka Duith, Theatre, Youth
A more apt title would have been a something to the effect of Newton’s third law but oh well, ever since renewed Theatre days, we have grown accustomed giving titles prior to content 
Twitter and later news articles tell me that a part or most of the SEALs who were part of the Osama Bin Laden killing tribe have died. Not that killing Bin Laden was wrong, or right; being a mere blogger there is only so much revolution that my opinion would make in the sphere of things. Belonging to a country that has been constantly being known for its human rights violations, my statement stands clear.
Leaving these otters or seals or whatever they are called out, the effect shows a lasting impression in all most everything we do. It’s something that needn’t be acknowledged as it happens almost unconsciously.
Since we were kids we were taught the fundamentals of right and wrong; good and bad. This vacation, I remember Akki telling our new cousins about the “Apayata yana potha” (The book on going to Hell). This was brought up when the girls refused to have their dinner and then took to being naughty. I vividly remember laughing then, however looking back on it now I see how much truth there is to it.
Being the month of Ramazan, we all scramble to our prayers; some with the Sunnat prayers and the others like me we Tharaweeh and very shamefully admitting, the foregoing of the mandatory prayers. Why do we all do this? Besides the fact of it being Ramazan we know that all things in this world are temporary. Our real journey begins only in the hereafter. In this world, we hope for God to be with us guiding us in the right path, the “right” usually being a substitute for “good”.
Thus it’s obvious that we try to do as much good as we can in our lives. A few years ago a minister crashed in to a tree with his envoy while listening to bana (something to the effect of Buddhist teachings). We all want to do good, but we all know who ministers are. Then again, I maybe generalising, I don’t know. But as always perceptions are built on what is seen around us, most of the time.
It doesn’t always have to be death, even the simplest things in life such as doing something on when required, being there for someone and the list adds on. Most of the time while things may not always turn out to be the way one expected to, you cannot help but smile when it does.
Here’s to all the good times in life, the bad ones, the ones dominated by overreacting hormones and to individuals who are en route to discovering themselves. While doing the “right” thing may not entirely always look that good on you, it would, someday.
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17 Jul 2010
by jillinthebox90
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Tags: 2010, Life in a New Land, Pressure, Theatre, Yindiar
Uncoordinated practices, last minute additions, revival of deletions, ‘Team Misfits’ sure did live up to their name. The group, consisting of more people than one would challenge their cells to remember, literally scrambled over not over the now roasted eggs, but coming together as a team and executing a yes, would-be awestricken performance.
When our phonetics teacher announced of Masquerade 2010, the One-Act Drama Fest of Christ University’s I CEP class in June, the entire class jumped in excitement. ‘Twas Drama after all. There may have been people who did not share similar sentiments, however it was not as if they were regarded, as drama is a common passion shared by most in class.
Interestingly enough, ‘Team Misfits’ was a development of their initial name ‘Team Random’ which again lived up to their previous name. Not only were we ‘misfit-ting’ true to its sense, but were ‘random’ in our own ways, probably due to lack of adequate gelling.
The Table Comprises
“..And dinner will be served,” is what any individual would label a ‘typical *Indian accent* family drama’. Annoying grand folks with their incessant complaints on the Generation Y, apparent shortcomings of the immediate generation and their own hypochondriac tendencies; super Mom and the unsupportive husband; blonde daughter inspired by excessive “Sex and the City” and slacking son; and of course the fudging maid who never works.
The above is merely a brief description of characters in the play. However, the one-act drama has much more to offer and as often said, is best experienced in person.
Chaos; generational gaps; promotions and soccer; a script by Mehek Azmathulla, “..And dinner will be served” is a production by Team Misfits. Join us for an early dinner on July 23, 2010, at Christ University, Block One, Mini Auditorium (second floor) at 4.15pm. All diners are required to be in their seats by 4.05pm to avoid disappointment.
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