Head In The Clouds.

Let’s talk about aeroplanes today.

I’ve always loved aeroplanes. I always look up when one passes by, no matter what I’m doing (I was writing my high school graduation exams this year near an airport and it was ridiculous how many times I’d stop, it’s a wonder I finished my papers at all!)

How this little epiphany or stroke of inspiration came, you ask? Well today, when I was crossing to the dormitories (Yes, I live in a dorm now, post on how I’m dealing with that hopefully soon!) after dinner ,a plane whizzed by. Among the good horde of people that was there, skateboarding, chatting away with pals, texting on phones, leading singalongs and whatnot, I was the only one who looked up. That’s when it hit me ,how odd is it that we are so acclimatised, so used to aeroplanes now and how far we really have come. A century ago, everyone would have stopped whatever they’re doing and stared at the sky in amazement and would have waved to the passing plane with smiles on their faces and wonderment in their eyes. This little thought triggered another train which made me think of my own special relationship with the sky.

I love sky-watching. I am the kind of person who can make a day out of it. I never grew out of the finding shapes in clouds phase. Hell, my first dream job was to be a pilot. And the best part? I had never ever sat in a plane at that age. When I was 5,the idea of flying off to someplace and going anywhere I wanted, up above the clouds was as fascinating as things got.(To be honest, it’s still fascinating. I think I missed the growing up call.)If you talked to me then about what I wanted to be when I grew up, you’d get a resolute, proud, “Pilot” and a promise to be flown to a place of your choice when I became one.(How I wish I was this clear now, as an adult.)

How the job vacated the dream slot, is another rather sad tale. I saw a movie late at night with my family and way past my bedtime, in which a plane crash killed a whole lot of people, including a beloved character.(Who by the way, was the pilot.)Then that night, I had a series of not-so-good dreams about airplanes and by morning being a pilot was a distant thing of the past.

I went on my first aeroplane at the age of 10. It was a domestic flight but it was a good 3 and a half hours long and the best thing that had happened to me then. The view from above the clouds, the knitted square piece carpet that earth looked like from up above ,the green green forests where I was landing and the helluva ear aches landing and take off gave me are ingrained in my memory forever. I’ve seen an okay amount of things in life for someone my age but I value these memories as precious moments from my childhood.

Since then, I have been on many many planes and seen quite a few airports (Also one of my favourite places, more on them later in his post!) I’ve had good plane rides, okay planes rides, great plane ides, bad plane rides, the entire spectrum.(And over the course of these rides, I’ve also grown out of my ear aches.)I’ve sat in really comfortable seats and uncomfortable, kind of stuffy planes. I’ve watched a lot of movies, read a lot of books, heard a lot of music and had a lot of food on aeroplanes.

I’ve also seen amaaaazing sights from the windows.(Window seat hoggers unite!) I’ve seen so many different colours, shapes and kinds of clouds. I’ve seen a bunch of sunrises, multiple cities, rivers, lakes, countries and even the snow-capped Himalayas. (While going to Leh, Ladakh, India, one of my most beloved trips ever.) I’ve seen the teeny tiny Eifel Tower, wee Twin Towers(Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia),tiny Rome, beaches, oceans, seas and so much more!

(I have not taken these beautiful pictures, these have been uploaded to the internet by amazing photographers around the world, some who had watermarks, some who didn’t. I used these because I felt that these capture views akin to what I’ve seen in a way I could never even aspire to.)

Now, let’s get back to one of my favourite places again; airports. There are so many people, so many hopes, so many struggles, so many stories in that one place. Everyone has a different destination, a different purpose, different likes and so many different goals. Also as a big plus, so many chocolate and book stores!(Just the things you should sell everywhere,if you ask me!)

I find myself fortunate enough to have seen and done so much all because of aeroplanes. It makes travel, seeing the world, fulfilling my dreams much easier for me and unites and joins all of us. So, I’d like to conclude this plane (ha!) of thought that started with a plane with gratitude and awe for this metal tube ,its inventors, the Wright brothers and humanity in general for being who they are with ideas and curiosity and creativity and passion driving us as a species forward.

Bon Voyage for wherever you’re off to (In life or on a plane!) from a plane-aholic!

THIS POST’S QUESTION: What is your favourite memory associated with aeroplanes? Comment below with what you think about it,I’d love to heard from you!

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Question.

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Let’s talk about questions,thoughts and emotions today.

Here is a not-so-recent poem I’ve written.I am actually kind of proud of it and hence wouldn’t be giving it much of an introduction and will let you jump right in.I hope you like it.

QUESTION.

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my mother when I was 3,

“What you’re asking me,right  there,is a question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my teacher when I was 8,

“Anything followed by a question mark is a question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my best friend when I was 16,

“When you demand an answer,that is a question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my love when I was 27,

“Will you marry me,is my question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked myself when I was 32,

“Am I pregnant?” Yes,that is a question.

 

I thought I was done with questions,

And question marks and puzzles,

For good,but then.

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I saw my 3-year-old ask me,

Amidst the thunderous silence and shrapnel,

“Why?”That is the question.

I answered,picking up the last picture of my husband,

Unsure.Uncertain.

Everything was a question.

THIS POSTS’S QUESTION : What exactly do you think is a question? Comment below with what you think about it,I’d love to hear from you!

 

 

Feminism.

Lets talk about feminism today.

Since my blog mostly comprises of things I’m passionate about, today, I’ll talk about one of the more serious things I believe in.I am a proud feminist and today I’ll be telling you why,along with clearing some of the air around feminism.

When I say ‘feminist’ the first image that comes to your mind is probably the rabid little subsidiary that has been created out of feminists, casually referred to as ‘feminazis’.They are,in case you are unaware the exact opposite of the patriarchal system, that is,they promote the female as the supreme gender and diss all men for being douchebags.They are quite a bunch, known for badmouthing,attacking,being narrow-minded and are actually quite widespread,especially on the internet,adding to the problem.They have created all this stigma around feminism,which at its core is nothing but a very simple belief which I will just elaborate for you.

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True feminism is nothing but a belief in the equality of the two sexes.It is considering the male equal to the female and is the concept of having no supreme gender.It is not exactly anti-patriarchy as much as it is anti-sexism and just believing that everyone is created equal and that there is no divide between us.It is not considering anything to be a thing ‘boys’ do or a thing that is so ‘girlish’.It is not questioning the person’s gender with respect to what they want to do.It is being okay and letting a boy cry because he’s a human being and not reprimanding him for ‘crying like a girl.’It is letting a woman be educated,independent and let her earn for herself and not calling her out for it because that is a ‘man’s job’. It is letting a guy come out as an assault victim and not questioning him for not fighting back because he’s a ‘man’.It is not considering a female an ‘object’ to leer at and pass comments about.It really is just a belief in equality which is the most basic construct to believe in as a decent human being with a conscience.

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Now,why this much of a fuss around it then? Partly because of the feminazism.Partly due to the name itself. Why ‘feminism’ and not something like ‘equalism’ if it is a belief in equality ,you ask? To that my first instinct would be to remind you that our entire species is referred to as ‘mankind’.The second would be,as Mr.Shakespeare has said,”What is in a name?” Thirdly,I’ll provide you with the logical reason for it. Most societies in today’s world have been patriarchal for ages.The women have had the shorter end of the stick for so long and simply need more uplifting and empowerment than men in most sectors.Even today,more women are catcalled on the streets than men are.More females are uneducated and the worldwide sex ratio is still unfavorable to women.So,while feminism aims at uplifting both sexes and bring them at the same level,since it will benefit women more, it has been called feminism.In all honesty, I don’t see the reason behind the big hullaballoo about it.

So,can men be feminists?Or are only females feminists? If you are a human being and you believe in the equality of the sexes, you pretty much already are a feminist. Unless you are sexist and consider the opposite sex to be below you and not worthy of the same human rights as you,you are a feminist.You may not like to hear that because of the controversy around being a  feminist these days.But that happens to be the truth.Take it the hard way or accept it now.Your choice.

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Now,as to why I am a feminist?I have been and continue to be a witness to and on the receiving end of sexism .It angers and infuriates me and I want to bring about a change in the common notions society has about gender quality.I have respect for all people and do not believe in any divisions.In short,I’m a feminist because I believe in equality and respect for all.That’s all.

Here is a link to Emma Watson,the UN Goodwill Ambassador for Women and one of my idol’s powerfully enlightening  speech at the UN Assembly at the start of her movement against gender inequality, HeForShe. It for me represents what the actual ideals behind feminism are. All her pictures throughout my post are quotes from the same.

THIS POST’S QUESTION: Are you a feminist? Comment below with what you think about it,I’d love to hear from you!

An Ode To Rain.

Lets talk about rain today.

I have always been a pluviophile. The rains are so beautiful to me. The smell of the earth right before and right after a rain shower is one of most favourite smells(Basically, what Amortentia would smell like to me, get it?)For me,the ideal rainy day is to be curled up by the window with a book and hot chocolate. I moved from a place with comparatively less rain to an extremely rainy place, especially around these months. So, one day just sitting by my window watching the rain, I ended up writing a little piece in its praise. I’m trying to make it musical but maybe I’m the only one who’s singing it. Sorry about that.Also,its short.I’m not the best poet,words that flow one over the other are more of my comfort zone.Sorry about that too.

An Ode To Rain

A thing of beauty,

A thing of grace,

Oh, the raindrops, do they race?

“Lets see who gets the little’s kid’s head first!”

Whenever the earth is at its worst,

Crying from thirst and parched,

They descend, on the rooftops arched.

Little beads of silver, pure,clear,

To many , you’re quite a dear.

What can I say what has not been said?

Due to you, our earth is fed.

Thank you, dear rain, for caring,

Nurturing and helping in our existing.

The bottom line is,we are in your heavy debt,

The payment of which can never be met.

THIS POST’S QUESTION: How do you define your ideal rainy day? Comment below on what you think about. I’d love to hear from you!

 

 

War.

Lets talk about war through a poem I wrote on it when I was 14.

I have always felt strongly about war. I am a generally sensitive person and war is one of the things that affect me the most. Hence , a lot of my writing is about war.This poem is probably one of my first war poems. It’s nothing special, is non rhythmic, pretty basic and is simply titled “War.” Here it goes.

War

What is war?

Is it the cause of human guilt?

Is it the search for a scapegoat?

Is it the fight against a group of people?

Or is it intolerance of a religion?

Is it what we consider a mistake?

Or is it what we learn from?

Is it the extent of what humans are capable of?

Or is it not knowing what to do?

Is it because someone was pressurised?

Or is it because someone was ostracised?

It is for all the above reasons, but not quite,

These are its consequences, not what it is,

War is when humans forget who they are,

And when humanity fights against humanity,

and always, it is humanity that loses.

THIS POST’S QUESTION : What do you, personally, think war is? Comment below with what you think about it. I’d love to hear from you!

Goodbye.

Lets talk about goodbyes through a poem I wrote a year ago.

In my last post,(click here to find that) I talked about changing schools and learning from it.I also mentioned that I grew to love my old school so much,I was shattered to leave it.I wrote a little poem when I came back after my last day at that school,over a year ago and found it quite recently when I stumbled upon one of my old journals.

Here goes,

GOODBYE

That day I smiled,

but my heart wasn’t in it,

My shirt and a bunch of markers,

was  all that took to stain it,

With little doodles and scribbles,notes and drabbles,

Memories flowing on fabric,inside jokes coming up like cadets,

but amidst the frolicked frenzy,

sitting upon our heads like death looms upon an ancient man,

The smirks were gone,

and in their place came the tears,

travelling down our faces to the very tips of our noses,

trailing a path in seemingly measured doses,

the hugs were shared,kisses not spared,

and then ,then was uttered that one word,

that encompassed all that had happened throughout our time together,

the one that would be remembered,

when our hair turned white,

and our legacies gathered around us tight,

the one glorious- Goodbye.