Stuff I have been watching these days
I wanted to watch this movie when it released by KC refused to accompany me. It is available on Netflix for viewing. Starring Nawazuddin and Shweta Tripathi, this flick is about the affair between a teacher and his 14 year old student in a small town. The affair should make you go ugh but the subject is treated very well. Not that it isn’t creepy. Nawazuddin is married and only wants to sleep with Shweta. While Shweta does not have a mother and her father is barely home and this affair is the only joyful thing in her life. I know many girls who had affairs with older men when I was in a hostel. It is quite common. I loved the movie. Do catch it online. The fact that a Bollywood movie on this subject has been made and released in India is a big deal.
I watched this movie yesterday and loved it. It may have left me cold if it wasn’t based on a true story. A kid from the slums gets separated from his brother and family. He does not even remember his mother’s full name or the name of his village. He is adopted by Australian parents (Nicole Kidman) from the orphanage and grows up as a privileged kid. 20 years later the memories come flooding back and he tries to find his name. Dev Patel is awesome. Worth a watch.
This is the modern day version of the Archie’s comics. Throw away all your innocence out of the window. Archie is sleeping with his teacher, Betty’s dark side is waiting to break through her perfection, Veronica’s parents have lost all their money and there is a murderer on the loose and Jughead is so sensible. If I ignore the inspiration from the comics, the series has nothing new to offer. But keeping the comic in mind, I like the dark take. It is too early to judge basis 1 season and am waiting for season 2 to make up my mind. Check it out on Netflix.
I know. I know. The entire world has already watched it. I tried watching it a year back but could not understand all the politics. Now am watching with subtitles on Netflix. I download episodes on the iPad and watch them in the cab or auto during the commute. Traffic makes me happy. Reading has gone for a toss because am spending every spare minute on Netflix.
What are you watching right now? Anything interesting?
“I think he is more risk taking than we give him credit for”
“He did promote you. I wasn’t expecting it”
“Neither was I”
“Maybe he saw a certain potential”
I wondered why I didn’t expect to get promoted. Why didn’t I go and ask for it? I know men; juniors, at the same level and seniors; who
ask demand a promotion every few months, whether they deserve it or not. Why didn’t I? Is it low esteem in general or is it because am a woman. Why did I keep hoping for a lateral movement instead of a movement vertically. In all the profiles I worked in, it has been difficult to fill my shoes. Except for the first 2 years because am not THAT awesome. Sure, maybe the company didn’t find the right candidate or maybe they did. But all my ex bosses have come back and told me how I had done a great job and the new person does not match up. Even my team mates have told me they miss me even though I sucked as a boss. They weren’t flattering me, they missed someone who was pushing them to be better everyday.
I am doing a good job today. Everyone has been telling me so. More importantly, I come back home at night satisfied with my day. I wonder if the standards are so low or I am that good. Possibly the former. Anyone with common sense can do this job. So why didn’t I lobby for it? Why am I still surprised am here? This job has nothing to do with the gender. I can choose how much I want to travel and where. I can choose not to travel.
What Sheryl Sandberg mentioned in Lean In and what so many other articles talk about is true. Women in the corporate don’t demand and negotiate as much as men do. Not even half as much. This is a scary thought.
The fight to the top gets steeper from here and the roles are fewer. Good work alone isn’t going to cut it. It will require immense confidence in my abilities and a clear idea about my weaknesses.
I haven’t posted in a while because between work, cooking my meals and gym, there has been no time. I had to prioritise and blogging took a backseat.
Coming to Gurgaon is tough. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I feel alive. This is my 8th month in Mumbai and I have gotten used to the life. I don’t cry anymore, am sleeping better, I don’t hate the city as much, the traffic does not frustrate me. Basically, am dead inside and don’t feel a thing. I rarely make plans and prefer to hang out alone. Cancelled plans relieve me. Friendships are suffering but I have no inclination of explaining the complexities of life and my mind. Especially to people who have always led a simple life and don’t have half the drive and ambition for their career.
There is a lot I have lost in the last 7 months. The hope is that this will lead to something better in the long term. Like, I wouldn’t have been promoted if I hadn’t worked in Rajkot at the beginning of my career. I hope someday I look back and am glad I did this.
So much of communication is spending time together. And phone calls don’t make up for the absence. Is the relationship suffering? Yes. More than what it has done previously. Hopefully, it is a few months more.
I have to be patient, strong and take one day at a time.
I watched 2 soaps on Netflix because… Fawad Khan. He is soooooo adorable. The fact that I like him even though he does not have Kit Harington type hair should tell you something.
These are the things I noticed in these soaps:
- They have strong female characters which I LOVE. This is the case even in India because the TG is housewives. But I don’t watch Hindi soaps so this struck me even more.
- The main female lead is not exceptionally pretty. The lead in Zindagi is not pretty at all. And the female in Humsafar is not in-your-face pretty.
- The female leads are independent minded, have an ego and are not doormats. Infact, the lead in Zindagi cribs and whines ALL the time. I loved that about her.
- The female lead is from a family which isn’t well off and she is conservative. She covers her head, is dressed in traditional wear, does not mean guys alone, does not go to parties etc.
- The male lead (Fawad Khan in both serials) is a gray character. He is from an upper caste family but has conservative views. Even though the women in his family are outgoing and open minded, he is not.
- Zindagi even implied that women who put their career over their family are bad. The kids kept blaming their mother for not being around for them. Even the husband is unhappy about it. The daughter blames the mother for standing by her during the divorce instead of asking her to compromise.
- The main lead (Fawad) has a best friend who is a female. Sometimes he is also dating the best friend but you can’t be sure because there are no lovey dovey talks or premarital sex or… well, anything.
- There is no sex, no “inappropriate” touching, no hugging either… even between the husband and wife. No wonder Bollywood movies are so popular in Pakistan.
- The women don’t wear dresses and are either in traditional wear or pants. They don’t show their legs at all. Weird as hell.
- Fawad’s character is a sexist and complex as hell. But then he smiles and it is all ok. I guess, this is why some men get away with domestic violence.
- The drama isn’t over the top like Indian soaps or like Bollywood movies. Instead, the emotions seem real. The acting is top notch.
I would highly recommend these soaps.
I just finished reading this book. It took me 2-3 days to finish. Let me start by saying that the book is very badly written. I don’t like how the sentences have been framed, they have a blog like feel. I had expected to get annoyed and leave it half way but the book surprised me.
While Karan Johar does come across as frivolous, he has spoken from his heart. It has a child like quality to it. I didn’t take him and his movies very seriously before and this book does not change that. He has not spoken about his sexuality. Rather, he has been as explicit as he can be without getting arrested. There was a lot of debate online about his chickening out of it but I don’t understand why should he be a poster boys or homosexuality. The times are not right for it and he has a company to run.
Some people speak up about causes and some don’t. The problem arises when people pretend to care about social causes.
All in all, the book is an easy read and not bore you. It isn’t the most well written book on this planet.
I have been very busy and had no time to blog. There are so many posts in my head that I need to type out.
I am laid up in bed instead of hitting the most awaited body pump class. It is my first day of periods and normally they don’t bother me but today has been horrible. I have been uncomfortable all day and running to the loo. A colleague came to the cabin to ask for advice on which part time MBA course he should join and all I could focus on were my blood stained panties. I had to visit the loo thrice in a row during lunch break because the 1st time I realised my panties are stained and I need to change the tampon, I rushed to the loo for the 2nd time and then I wondered if there are any stains on my outer clothes and went to the loo again to check. All this, while am rushing to finish work and meet appraisal deadlines.
While this is a one off incident for me and my periods are mostly mild, for a lot of women this happens 1-3 days every month. And no, they can’t take leave for 1-3 days every month no matter how painful the periods are. Imagine the jokes on Twitter by non feminist men if women started getting leave because of their menstrual cycle. Bleeding for 3-5 24/7 is not a big deal, really.
Ciao. I need to rest and hope things are less intense tomorrow. If this post grosses you out, you are probably a man.
I just finished reading the recent book written by her and it has shaken me up. Whatever she has said is not new information, I have read, seen and watched enough to be able to imagine the details of the 2002 Gujarat riots and its aftermath.
What shook me up was this:
According to Teesta, the grounds for what happened in 2002 was set years in advance in Gujarat and the same is happening in India right now.
The fact that Gujarat and its residents are anti Muslims/minorities is not a secret but a fact. I hail from that state and have heard anti Muslims rhetoric over the years. Sure, my father is in a partnership with a Muslim man and this person comes home for chai and a chat with my mom. That means nothing.
There are 3 incidents which I provide as evidence:
- When I was a kid and asked my mom why she didn’t trust Muslims, she would tell me about the riots and how Muslims killed Hindus in her neighbourhood. I don’t remember which riots these were but nobody in my family was personally affected by them. My response was “Well, Hindus killed Muslims too”, her answer was very evasive. Please note that I was still in school and not a teenager yet when this conversation occurred. How would I have shaped up as an adult if my schooling hadn’t been in a Christian boarding school away from home?
- In 5th std, I spent a year in a school in A’bad. Few days before exams I had lent my Hindi workbook to Zainab. She, conveniently, forgot to return it even one day before the exam. Now this is a common thing in Gujarat (maybe other states too) where there is a strong undercurrent of jealously, unhealthy competition and unhelpfulness in school and colleges. Everyone is very guarded about revealing how much they study and helping anyone else out. Thankfully, the boarding school I shifted to after this has/had the opposite environment. Anyway, I went home and told my mom what happened. Her anger exacerbated when she realised that the book had been loaned to a Muslim and what else was I expecting.
- I have mentioned this earlier on the blog. You can search for the conversation with a family friend’s daughter who had horrible things to say about Muslims. Despite repeated warnings that I do not subscribe to such views and she is making me sick, she wouldn’t shut up. I had to block her on facebook, messenger, instagram and then put the conversation on the blog so she would leave me alone. Then she contacted my brother and asked him to tell me to delete the post. He, being the sensible types, told her he can’t ask me to do that since her name is not mentioned in the post and nobody reads the blog anyway. (Kidding about that part).
I am afraid of the future. Indians really need to stop worrying about Trump and focus on what is happening in the country and around us.
Sharing snippets from the book.
My friends today are classified as below:
- Best friends. These friends have passed the agni pariksha and are people I would happily give up my life for. There are only 3 people on this list. More importantly, these are people from whom I have lofty expectations and they have passed the agni pariksha unscathed. The bond is strong enough to survive any conflict and I can keep my ego aside for them.
- Almost best friends. These friends have the potential to become best friends but am still doubtful about their reliability. I don’t like people flitting in and out of my life whenever they please. You are either in or you are out and hence, a whole new category for them. These are people I would be there for but only if they invest the same in the friendship.
- Old friends. This is a whole category of people I was friends with – best friends and almost friends, but have lost touch over the years. These are people I will make time for if they call and want to meet up. Of course, meeting up leads to a lot of heartbreak but sometimes there is no way back. Both of us have moved in different directions and coming to a common point involves making a lot of efforts.
- Social media friends. These are friends who are my support system on a day to day basis. People on twitter, instagram, facebook, WhatsApp. We connect because we have something in common. The chemistry may not translate into reality in the same way but it’s ok. All the moments when am not lonely is because of them. I wonder if it would be cheesy if I went around telling them how awesome they are. Yeah, too cheesy.
- Old friends who aren’t friends anymore. Sometimes you have learned and shared everything that you could. The friendship has run its course and there is nothing left to exchange. These are friends whose calls I avoid and make excuses to meet up with because it is boring.
- Fillers. Everyone else is a filler. I keep them to a minimum in my life.
What about you? Have you done a SWOT analysis of your friends?
I ran. I ran. I ran. I ran.
I am like a kid in a candy shop who is on a high.
Sure, the ankle still feels a little stiff but only strength training and stretching will bring it to normal now.
More importantly, I can’t believe how happy I feel. All the darkness has lifted, the demons are gone, the world feels so beautiful and I could die today with zero regrets. How can 30 mins of slow running have this effect? It makes no sense.
Now I have to get back to work but there is a spring in my step and am smiling just a little more. If I have been mean to you in the past, my behaviour today will be gracious and courteous. I promise!!!
Songs that please
Songs that heal
That make me feel.
Is life nothing more than moments that make you feel you alive while you wait for death.
Last night I ended up meeting someone I have known since I was 17/18. We haven’t been in touch but either one can pick up the phone and talk years later without it being awkward.
This friend, let’s call him H, has been depressed for a while. It has affected all areas of his life, except professional. We discussed quite a bit about this and for once, he was open about his feelings.
Few weeks back everyone on Twitter was talking about depression and how we must help those who are depressed. Anyone who says that has never been around a depressed person. People don’t seek help, instead they go into a shell and break off contact. If someone does not answer your phone or messages, you won’t go to their house and break down their door. You will get annoyed and stop trying.
Honestly, most people don’t understand what darkness feels like and explaining about it is too much effort. It is easier to stay away from such people and find peace alone instead.
The best way to beat depression is to sleep on time. Nobody ever has happy thoughts at 2 am.