Tuesday, August 12, 2014

"I'm not like other people." - People

Disclaimer: This post may or may not be written under serious mood swings due to the death of Robin Williams causing severe alcohol abuse by the writer. (White wine. Never been a fan until quite recently)

We as human beings take great pride in being unique. We know that unless you're unfortunately handicapped, we're all born with two legs, two hands, a nose and two eyes. Or as a doctor once pointed out to me, "Two of everything by the side, one of everything down the middle."
We know we're similar in body structure but extremely different at heart, mind and soul. And we take great pride in being different from other people. We take great pride in being different and being someone who isn't easy to read and being unpredictable. But weirdly, people saying that they're unpredictable is perhaps the most predictable trait about human beings. 

We are, as people, 99% exactly the same. I recently had the privilege of attending a drama school with 16 other people from 13 different countries. I wanted to speak to each and every one of them, get to know about their cultures, their ideas how they think and the likes. One girl, who happened to be from Malta, on finding out that I wanted to know about people from Malta by talking to her said these exact words to me, "You won't find out what people from Malta are like by talking to me, I'm not a typical Maltese." And I'm a 100% sure she isn't. But think of this, imagine you are the person I spoke to. And considering that majority of my blog readers are from India, do any of you consider yourself a "typical Indian?" Probably not. And that's true for each and every one of you. Individuals will always take pride in being different, not being typical and being someone who stands out in a crowd. But so does everyone else. No one, not one will say, "Oh I'm a typically boring human being. Anything you need to figure out about me is very easy. I don't stand out in a crowd. I have no talents. People around me are loads better than I am." 

What's even more intriguing for me is that not only did I speak to that girl from Malta, I spoke to people from England, Ireland, Germany, Denmark, France, Korea, China, Cyprus, Turkey, Belgium and a couple other countries I can't even seem to remember right now. Each of them were different in their own right, but each of them being different and thinking they're different, thinking they have problems, thinking about certain things that make them happy, things that can only make them happy were true for each and everyone of them. They were similar in their differences. Similar in their diversity, similar in their uniqueness. 

And that (without wanting to generalise in any way what so ever), that means that all of us, regardless of where we are from or what we do, we are similar, we smile in our depression, sing when we think no one is watching, stop acting the fool when we realise people are looking. We think no one understands our pain, we think other people won't join in on our happiness the way we join in on theirs, we think, all modesty aside, we think we can make people feel better and make them feel stronger about themselves better than most people can. So think of this, if you were in the state of mind the other person is in, what would you want someone else to do? Just do that, because of the striking similarities in humans. 
If we realise our similarities lie in differences, not one would take their life out of depression. Not one would spend their lives trying to make people smile and not being able to smile themselves.

                                         *Returns to white wine and turns on Jumanji* 

Monday, March 24, 2014

"What Do You Do For A Living?" - India

Disclaimer: This post is written under severe influence of Gold Label, a barking dog and a foot massager. All thoughts to follow can probably be blamed on the Gold Label. (Parents who plan on sending messages to me saying your kids read this and the Gold Label bit will have a negative influence on them. Pish posh, your 12 year old kid smokes up and watches porn while you're away). Also this may or may not involve my life story.

We've grown up in a country where a public sector job is superior to nailing Mila Kunis. And if Justin Timberlake was Indian, he'd have the unique distinction of doing both. (Cry me a river would have been a political save water campaign). Furthermore, at the age of 16, we're considered too young to chill beyond 7pm with our friends but we're supposed to be mature enough to know what we want to do in our lives. "What do you want to be? You want to be a doctor? Science with Bio. Engineer? PCM. CA karoge? Commerce. Psychology padni hai? Humanities karo beta." A certain John Lennon said he wants to be happy. There really isn't a professional course that can teach you that.

In the summer of 2009, to very proud parents and grandparents, I got admission in Sri Guru Teg Bahadur Khalsa College, Delhi University. "Sada ladka, sikhaan de naal rehega BCom karega. Taraki karega." I spent majority of the first year going into every college Delhi University had to offer apart for my own and performing for random students bunking classes. As a result, at the end of the year I had 1.2% attendance, parents wondering where I went everyday after saying I'm off to college and a university who said I'm not eligible to give exams because I didn't attend classes (I'd just like to point out here that the teacher's weren't that keen on taking classes either).
Chalo ji, pehla saal repeat, parents pareshaan, aas pass society waale nazar utha ke dekh rahe. That year by far was the best learning experience of my life. It taught me that your relatives and the relatives of your neighbours who are in the most boring dead end job you could possiblty imagine will give you life advice while you in your head say, "Bhenchod tu clerk ki naukri karta hai." Because of course, society demands you to be polite to people insulting you if they're elder to you and/or are related.
I've had relatives of neighbours come up to me and ask what I do for a living. And having assumed that "I do magic" isn't a satisfactory answer, they've gone on to tell me how their wives were Harvard graduates and have led a successful life. (On further enquiry I learnt that their wife was a housewife and lived off of their husbands. Ghanta ukhaad liya Harvard degree ka).
But by far the most important thing that year taught me was that you shouldn't care about the money, the fame, the fortune, the success. Care about your happiness. Do things that make you happy, everything else will fall into place on it's own. Yes, it's easier said than done, yes you'll face rejection, yes you'll work harder than you would have ever worked had you taken the set path of school, college, post grad, office, marriage etc etc. But you'll be happier beyond your wildest dreams. I am. And trust me I've been way broke than I would have been had I done what society expects of me. But I've been happy even while broke. I know people who've been in similar fields and are amongst the happiest people I've met. Do what you want to do. Not what you think should be done based on what people have been doing over the years.
To end this, if I could contradict myself a bit and give life advice it would be this. "Do not set goals. Never ever ever set goals. The unhappiest people are those who set goals. Because if you achieve a goal, you're done. What next? The next goal? Is your life all about achieving goals and not living your life and not having time for yourself? On the other hand, if you don't achieve the set goal, you're sad that you couldn't get it. Don't set goals. Be happy enough, be brave enough, be proud enough to have the courage to deal with whatever life throws at you. Because being happy is way harder than being successful."
*goes back to Gold Label which is now accompanied by Nachos along with the foot massager.* *makes a note to put a wall hanging over the bed that says Life is Set Munna*

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Did You Miss Me? Of Sherlock Theories and More

"That's the big question innit? Stayin' alive!" - Jim Moriarty 
This post contains spoilers. So in case you haven't seen the latest season of Sherlock, please do go back to xvideos or youporn or whatever it is that you kids entertain yourself with these days. I recommend yourporn, just saying.
This is the first post I've written in over four months, so I must start of with hacking into every computer screen in the country with a meme like picture of me with a robotic voice saying, "Did you miss me?" Of course you didn't.
And if any of you haven't been living under a rock ever since the year started, you would have seen Season 3 of Sherlock and would surely have had the feeling of your brain running a marathon. Because let's face it Sherlock is easily the best thing to have ever been on television. Yes Game of Thrones, not you, Sherlock. And um Breaking Bad, I love you, but every time Los Pollos Hermanos is mentioned I get a serious craving of KFC, and I like to enjoy my television shows without wanting American fast food.
Stephen Moffat is perhaps the greatest story teller of our generation. And after the fandom had spent two excruciatingly long years trying to figure out how Sherlock Holmes faked his death, they come out with another three episode season where they have multiple explanations, leaving it open to interpretation of the audiences (probably not to disappoint the several theorists floating for years) AND without really giving a proper explanation they leave us with another cliffhanger. James Moriarty is alive. I mean really, did anyone actually die on that rooftop?
So here a couple of theories I could come up with on how Moriarty faked(?) his death.
Blank bullets, and tomato ketchup on the back of his head which is spilt on the floor of the roof as he falls. Er no.
Number one, as bollywoodish and Abbas Mustanish as this sounds, Jim Moriarty has a twin. A twin whose a children's tv actor, a twin who has these tv shows on dvd, a twin by the name of Richard Brook. Rewind to the first season, final episode. Sherlock and Moriarty on the pool side, Moriarty is everywhere, going out of one door saying he isn't going to kill Watson or Sherlock, comes back from another door shouting out a clue to us, "I'm sooooooooo changeable." Is it to be taken literally? So changeable that it's an entirely different person? Jim Moriarty or Richard Brook is dead. Jim Moriarty or Richard Brook is alive. Depending on whichever one of the brothers was on that roof and had a bullet going through his head.
Way too farfetched for some of you? Well, I see what you mean. This next one though is what I'm slightly more inclined towards, though it does disappoint me a bit.
Andrew Scott, the man who plays Moriarty is a fabulous actor. One I'd love to have back on the show. BUT, there is a possibility he actually is, dead. Let me explain. Charles Augustus Magnussen says to Sherlock towards the end of the episode, "Your brother is probably the most powerful man in Britain. Well except me." But Mr. Magnussen is dead (I really hope he is). Leaving Mycroft Holmes (Yes Janine, people actually call him that), as the most powerful man in Britain. As Magnussen said, Mycroft's pressure point is his little brother, Sherlock. If Sherlock goes into his "exile" to Eastern Europe, he would almost certainly die. Which would break dear Mycroft's heart. So the most powerful man in her majesty's land shows the most audacious criminal master mind the world has ever seen on every television across the country, knowing that it would bring his dear brother back from exile and save his almost certain death. 
There now, that's a possibility in a nutshell, or it's probably Stephen Moffat wanting us to think that, I don't know, the directors have got my mind running. So much so that I've come up with a method to have a mind palace of your own, which I might be willing to share with some of you, if you'd be sweet enough to drop a message on my Facebook page.
All said and done, till the next season comes about, our minds will be buzzing. You're such a tease Sherlock. Such a tease. Alright, of with all of you to watch the series again, because that's what I'm about to do.
                                                      *roll credits* *interrupt*

Er, not quite the cliffhanger for the next post. So think over this, Sherlock and Mycroft have a brother. Which a lot of people have delightfully missed. "The other one." Bye bye now.