Hello Loneliness!

What is loneliness?

Is it something we’re born with? After all, most of us come into this world alone. Is it genetic? Is it real or just an illusory state of mind? Heard of hypnosis, therapies etc. Can we get therapy to treat loneliness? “Treat”? Is it a disease? Or a disorder? Can a doctor write a prescription for 3 friends so I can get together, talk and treat this damn thing? Is it contagious? I certainly don’t want to pass this on to my next generation. They deserve to be happy and have lots of friends, after all. Are certain people predisposed? Can we prevent it? Will we ever get to fully eradicate this disease?

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What makes India what it is (and the things that annoy the heck out of me)

Ever since I moved to India a year back I have been cranky. One and a half years. That’s a long time to stay cranky and honestly that’s the longest I’ve ever been cranky, considering I’ve lived with my parents for 18 long years. Haha πŸ™‚

It doesn’t just start with cranky. It starts with me being a little edgy, then annoyed, then a little irritated and then lots and lots of crankiness. Talking about being annoyed, in a survey on what annoyed New Yorkers the most, here’s what a resident had to say:

I’ve lived here all my life. The things that annoy you about New York are usually the things that define New York.

That’s exactly how I feel about India. I cannot change many things that annoy me about living here because it’s part of what defines this place and as I write this I realize I am less annoyed because I understand the things that annoy me. That’s frustrating because I want to write about how India annoys me and this post is turning in to what makes India what it is.

Climate & Weather

India has an extraordinary variety of climatic regions, but a lot of India is very hot and humid. The hotness is fine but the humidity is gruesome. If hotness is having to spend time with someone you don’t get along, then humidity is being bombarded with a whole family of don’t-get-alongs. In a single room. With a lot of heat & humidity. πŸ™‚ Never ever would your hair be so sticky or body so drenched in your own sweat. You’d wish you were in a groundhog day sort of situation where you keep taking showers and never get out. But just the way Phil Connors wakes up one day and decides to learn new things every day, the weather would sneak up on you. Your body has a way of adjusting to the surrounding and letting you know of the changes you need to make to accommodate yourself.

Besides you find lot of uses for all the hotness around. [It’s like knowing that you’re short or born with a third nipple & have no option except to come to terms with it :)]. There’s the solar energy for instance. Natural dehydrator (for vegetables & fruits, of course), natural dryer (for clothes) and most of all electricity. There is no need for moisturizer or humidifier, for most part. There is more business for cap & umbrella manufacturers. There are more tender coconuts selling in summer than ever before. There is more business for fruits & juice vendors. Of course, there is more business for water suppliers that provide for the juice. So there’s more diseases that spread through water. Then there’s more business for doctors & hospitals. Then there’s more business for pharmacies. Then there’s less money left with common people. Now, that’s why they need the free dehydrator and dryer!

People & Pollution

People come in all shapes and sizes. They come in all colors & shades. They speak many languages & dialects that even some of their own relatives can’t understand. What unites them is religion & culture. Religion that was formed with the intention of creating a discipline and routine in life. Culture that took shape as a result of a necessary class system and social structure. There is no room for petty complaints and emotional insecurities. People handle lot of uncertainties and deal with much bigger problems every single day of their life. I could spend my whole life not really knowing about how people live their life struggling in poverty in the first world because of the sheer percentage. It’s easy to ignore them or think of them as the norm, but hard to go through life not seeing struggling families, poverty and drudgery of the working class in India.

People come together during crisis and don’t hesitate to help out when they think you’re in need. People also don’t blink twice before they ask you why you’ve put on so much weight or why your dress is so revealing. There’s so much population it would be a miracle if there was no pollution. With disturbing reports like this, politicians trying to make easy money through corruption and a very small percentage trying to make things better, people don’t have the resources or money to invest on smart cars or fuel efficient vehicles. There are few working on solar energy and rain water harvesting but the monotony of day-to-day life drowns these efforts like a fly drowning in a bucket of water. A small movie scene like this would not make sense if watched separately, you’d have to watch the whole movie to understand but this explains why people need tools like religion. It’s hard to understand why people would waste so much time on religion, but poverty is exactly why organizations like this come in handy for the common man. That and the free entertainment in the form of chats and gossips with friends and neighbors.

Traffic & Congestion

If you love off-roading, you’re sure to have a great time in India. The short-sighted road designs were built with just bullock carts and horse carriages in mind. The small businesses over-crowd the already crowded busy roads while trying to make a living. The unusually high number of vehicles (and big-ass ones at that) in narrow lanes, mal-nutritioned pedestrians, haggling housewives, ogling middle-aged sex-deprived buggers and kids drooling over stale over priced sweets are definitely a treat for any first world aspirers. We shouldn’t deny the quick mushrooming of fly-overs and bridges all over the city, but the narrow lanes in furural cities seem to have been constructed with a myopic view of development and progress. The old joke about one government worker closing up the pit dug up by another is still true in many ways, but people are also getting smarter about certain things. The businessman with a laptop & wi-fi hooked up in his car who interacts with clients on the road, for instance.

Congestion is not as bad as in China, although it’s scary to imagine the day I would witness the world’s worst traffic back-up in India. The congestion is not just with road traffic, but railway and air as well. Land congestion is a totally different story. Independent houses seem like a waste of space and unnecessary luxury sometimes. I am often reminded of an interview I read of Arundhati Roy somewhere (or is it my imagination?) where she is asked about why she hasn’t written a second fiction (first being God of Small Things) and she talks about how she concentrates in her work on solving third-world problems and how fiction writing seems like such a waste. (I haven’t written everything verbatim andΒ  I’m sure possibly some of it came from a fragment of my own imagination). The point is when you see shortage of space everywhere, as a responsible adult you start to wonder why you need a big house with a yard (and this is true of so many other things as well). These are exactly the reasons why people need to use smart cars, use smart cards and have smart families. But with so much population & traffic, the common man’s mind is so congested he takes forever before he realizes he needs a smarter approach in life.

Attitude & Actions

It’s very hard to understand people in India. Especially as an insider, I find it tormenting to experience and endure the fleeting facets of human psychology. I think there should be an “Indian Psych 101” course for anyone that comes to India (or even travels outside and re-enters India) to prepare them for what I would like to call a never ending tsunami of distress and an adventure with emotions. Privacy is an outdated concept in India. Who has time to think of privacy when you have worries about saving for the next meal or saving up for your daughter’s dowry! There is a whole section of the middle class population that is still dumb enough to waste time on MLM & pyramid schemes, but you also see hope when you hear about the shrewd teenager who figured out he can cash an untapped market online by providing information about pets for the first-world.

People gossip and give a hard time to fellow human beings, spread rumors about things they have no knowledge about and don’t bat an eye while hearing about their enemies’ despair. But people halt, take time to give you directions and even push your car or go out of their way to help you with a flat tire in a deserted village very well knowing that they may not be seeing you again in their life. People have an ill-informed attitude they learnt from movies and television that rich are evil. They fail to understand that not all rich got that way by fluke or crook and that they too might have worked like a dog. Many have an attitude that they deserve something just because they are poor. But you are inspired every now and then when you see a coconut vendor or an auto driver that won’t take even a penny more than what they think they deserve. Haggling is a necessary evil for them because there are too many cheaters around that would do anything to make a quick penny.

I haven’t read all her books but from what I hear it seems like Ayn Rand should be India’s national religion. Expecting nothing from anyone else except yourself would be an ideal attitude for all Indians. Working towards a common cause while maintaining individuality would be the ideal action plan to go along with that attitude.

That along with some ecstasy and Prozac to go with the morning coffee! πŸ™‚

P.S: I tried to reflect my take on India in my writing – a mix of understanding of what the country is followed by sarcasm, a by-product of helplessness, again followed by some inspiration and then some serious depression due to lack of any solid action plan. I can only hope they all showed up in my writing!

What are your views on India? Have you ever lived here, heard about it or visit once in a while? What are your experiences?

Why I like Flamenco

Flamenco is a Spanish dance. I have no intention of describing the origin of flamenco or it’s whole history. Mostly because there is already a truck load of info already available. The world certainly doesn’t need yet another flamenco-history rambler.

What I intend though is to share why I like Flamenco. Given that I’ve always liked dance & never missed a single dance event in school, I love Flamenco for its variety. There aren’t many rules to follow except to just dance. After being exposed to Bharatanatyam (becasue of descent) and ballet (because of experimenting out of curiosity) I was enthralled with the beauty of Flamenco & the way it worked: simple, elegant and unassuming. Well, that sounds a little like I’m describing myself πŸ™‚

What Flamenco teaches us about life


If you’ve ever watched an amazing Flamenco performance, you’d realize what passion means. Whether it’s the dance of the gypsies or the dancers in the streets of Seville, whether it’s bulerias or Sevillanas, whether it’s kids or grannies, there’s passion in Flamenco. It’s not just the happy rhythms that bring out the Flamenco dancer’s passion. Even the sorrows are experienced and expressed passionately. Passion comes with honesty, curiosity and individuality. Honest about accepting our possibilities and limitations. Curious about how things work and a quest for making it better. Individuality that shines through words and actions.

Passion is the extra something that is needed to push ourselves from ordinary to extraordinary. Like flamenco, life could be filled with rhythm & energy if we have passion. The skill lies in identifying what our passion is. Some of us figure out what our passion is early on in life. Some of us could go through life not knowing that at all. But the most important part is working towards it and constantly experimenting on what makes our eyes light up. I’m working on figuring out my passion and I know now more than ever that it’s ok to keep looking as long as we don’t give up.


Flamenco has influences from all around the world. There is no shortage of variety in Flamenco. It’s not just the variety that amazes me but how accommodating it is. Any one can dance Flamenco – old or young, male or female, solo or group. If you like arm movements, Flamenco has a place for you. If you like using your feet, Flamenco lets you wear a shoe & click your way through. If you like elegance, you get to wear a gorgeous skirt (or a tux for men) and glide away. There is the upbeat gypsie rumba, fun-filled Sevillanas, exuberant tangos and much more that adds to the variety. What’s more awesome is that you like any other dance form, you can work on it and make it Flamenco like if you understand the rhythm & movement of this wonderful dance. If you are not into dance, you can still do palmas (hand clapping) or cante (singing). Or even be a cajon drummer or guitarist.

Variety is what makes us and life interesting. We could make life more enjoyable by adding variety in everything we do. We could add variety for others in our lives by adding variety in our own lifestyle. If you are behind the desk all day, try going out for a whole week end. If you are a movie buff, try reading a book instead. If you are a cook, try your hand at writing for a change. I’m an introvert and I’m trying to meet new people through an activity that challenges me-trekking. I love to be outdoors and I’m trying to be a good stay-at-home mom. A slight change in routine adds variety and by variety we form long lasting memories.


If there’s anything lacking in Flamenco, it’s definitely not rhythm. Flamenco & rhythm go together like a dancer & her feet. Rhythm is as essential to life as it is to music. When everything is in place, we have our rhythm and all is happy and well. But sometimes, we have to work hard on mending that shoe or that guitar string that is throwing our rhythm off balance.

My flamenco teacher used to say that the guitarist follows the dancer & not the other way around. In fact, the guitarist & dancer have to be in harmony. But sometimes it would so happen that the rhythm would be slightly off and the dance & music would be out of sync for just a few seconds. But quickly the guitarist would recover and get the rhythm back in sync. We need to learn to adapt in life & change the way the music and feet move rapidly. Otherwise we would be swept away to a life of mediocrity and misery. It’s ok for us to be searching for our rhythm as long as we keep our feet moving in an attempt to catch up.


Flamenco dancers’ attitude comes from pride, integrity and respect for what they do and who they are. It’s my belief that this originates from the gypsies who are constantly on the move and hold on to nothing but their skill. The gypsies could have had very little material possessions but they had respect for life and living and most importantly, dance & music. Their dance reflected these beliefs. Unlike many dances, flamenco doesn’t require you to perform for an audience or bow to them. If you’re happy you dance happy and if you’re sad you dance sad. There is no requirement that you dance happy for a happy song when you’re actually sad. (However, dancing sad would be a little impossible what with the beats & movements & so much romance in the air). The point is that there are no rules except to just express yourself.

Our attitude towards life should be the same way. The happiest person is one who is true to himself and believes in being his own self no matter what the circumstance. An attitude of truth & honesty like the gypsy dancers’ along with modesty & generosity is what we all need to lead a fulfilled life.


Any art form thrives on creativity. There is no shortage of creativity in Flamenco either. The various influences across the world is enough proof of that – India, Egypt, Persia, West Africa. Flamenco derives a little something from everything. The gypsies picked up styles at their every stop – learning, creating new things and having fun everywhere they go. Ever noticed that people who travel, see the world and have a lot of exposure & knowledge of other cultures are much more forward, open and experimental. That comes from the understanding of human nature and the myriads of quirks that comes with it.

Everyday we have to live life as if we’ve just travelled the world and learnt a new thing or two from everyone & everything around. In fact, we could learn something from people around us just where we live. We could slowly keep expanding it to our neighborhood and the things around to find what inspires us and sparks our creativity. When we do run out of things to learn from people around us, we know it’s time to travel, find inspiration elsewhere to recharge & get back to the routine where we can re-spark our creativity.

“Sometimes you want to go
where everybody knows your name
and they’re always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name”
– Gary Portnoy & Judy Hart Angelo

The truth is people might not know our name everywhere we go, but troubles are the same if we choose to look closely. Flamenco teaches that to everyone about life with all its diversity & simplicity.

Ticking clock

“You do not know the clock ticking unless you are aware that a clock exists”

I cannot say I was wise. I cannot say I will be wise. What I can say is that I am trying my best to be wise right now. That’s what matters.

I don’t think I was very happy. I don’t know if I will be very happy. What I know is that I have the choice to be happy right now. That’s what counts.

I know I was not much of a success. I know not if I will be much of a success. What I can ensure is that I have the ability to work for success right now. That’s what sparks.

Having a baby changed me in ways I never thought possible, especially after moving to India. Being a full time mom is hard. Being a full time mom to an over-active, picky-eating, under-weight toddler is harder. Being a full time mom to a demanding toddler with no like-minded people around to share thoughts with is even more harder.

Living far away from the city with no leeway for pursuing hobbies and always interacting with a clingy 2 year old is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life so far.

The icing in the cake is that I feel lost. I remember idling time away reading worthless fictions, doodling cartoons and whiling away hours in front of the boob tube. And now, think of the worst time for the universe to hit me with a life crisis. Sometimes I find this misery soothing, but most of the time I feel an odd pain in my head throbbing its way down to the chest yelling “how do i ever figure out what i want to do in life and how to do it?”. The question makes me want to puke all the ginormous amount of food I’ve eaten in all the binge episodes making me want to consider bulimia instead.

I’ve known my problem with food from a young age, but it wasn’t much of a problem because I could keep it in check. But the child birth threw all my hormones out of whack. That coupled with being in a dark hell-hole of a place makes some chemicals take over my brain. Everything except the part where my brain instructs me to eat has shut down temporarily. Or so it feels.


2 year old toddler. Check.

Eating disorder. Check.

Life crisis. Check.

Many nights (and days) as I contemplate the next step in life, I grow restless just sitting there comforting my toddler who probably just had a nightmare & needed his mom. I tell myself that these precious days are the never-to-return kind & that I’d regret and long for them when my son’s outgrown the dependent phase. Despite the logic, my brain focuses on the myriad ideas that pop-up in my head, the zillion things I have undone and the gazillion things I could possibly be doing that very minute.

Moments like this in the day where I can write give me some comfort. While the words keep me company, my brain is in a constant anxiety mode wondering and dreading if my son will wake up half way pressing the pause button to my peep-show into the non-baby world (And yes, he did). During the times he doesn’t wake up, I find myself stressing over his wake up time, ultimately not being able to finish the task at hand.

Oh the joys of motherhood!

The only solace I get is not from fellow moms or other women around my neighborhood. Not even the acquaintances or groups I associate myself with. The only person that can possibly come close to understanding what I go through is the person that signed up for this journey with me. My partner & soul mate, my husband.

Like all men, he doesn’t understand his wife completely and is taken aback when an unexpected tear shows itself making him wonder what he could have possibly done or said . But I have to give him credit for one of the important things I learned from him – Taking Control. Of life. Of family. Of myself. Knowing that any problem however hard has some solution & digging my abilities to work towards the next step ahead. I know this now better than any other time. Especially after the baby.

How does this help me? I can now watch the ticking clock & instead of just panicking I try to accept the situation (the keyword here is try), hum my favorite tune and dream of the adventurous things I can do one day. Some day.

Not to say that I’ve perfected it. I’m a work in progress.

Tick tock. tick tock, tick tock!

Cartoon, Valentine & Books

  • Creating my cartoon characters
  • Canvas painting for my husband

These are couple of things I’d been working on for the past couple of days.



For now, I’m naming them Jane & Frank.

I will be creating their co-existing characters like Mikey, Jamie etc etc. I should be done by this week end.

I also made a canvas painting for my husband for Valentine’s day.

Canvas for my husband
It didn’t turn out the way I expected. First of all, it’s a bad choice of colors. I wish I had chosen something different for the background. Second of all, I am not proud of the border either. Thirdly, the Ballet dancer looks screwed up , among other things. I did learn a few things, though which I hope to implement in my next project.

While looking for cartoons, I stumbled upon something interesting: A guide to Ruby with cartoon. Seeing my husband read Ruby, I’ve been wondering what it is about. This guide is pretty interesting, especially for a not-so-IT person like me.

I started reading A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth. It is good so far. I’m sure I’ll be reading this book for at least a whole month – Considering the fact that I’m an incredibly slow reader & the book has 1500 pages or so.

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Isn’t life lovely? – Sequel

Shortly after I posted this, I read “How to Do What You Love” by Paul Graham

A few things:

  1. It is true that most people as kids are not taught or even aware that they could do what they loved.
  2. Not many parents let the kids be what they want when they grow up.
  3. I felt so close to the writer after I read the ‘Jobs’ paragraph. That looks like my life story! I
  4. ‘Prestige is just fossilized inspiration’ – I like that.
  5. ‘Two Routes’ paragraph – My feelings partially. I intended to elaborate on the two-job route in my post earlier & I intend to follow the two-job route (See ‘Isn’t life lovely?’ below)