Being Superior


The truth is that there is nothing noble
in being superior to somebody else.
The only real nobility is
in being superior to your former self.

-Whitney Young

Eliot, T.S.


The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.
o perpetual revolution of configured stars,
o perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
o world of spring and autumn, birth and dying,
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to GOD.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries,
Bring us farther from GOD and nearer to the Dust.

TS Eliot

crazy.rasberry.trauma.causing.*(^*(&^@#(^


About a month ago, I got to work and found my keyboard completely coated in ants.

Now, if you know me well, you know how I absolutely *detest* ants. I HATE THEM! So, this, as you can imagine, was a truly traumatic experience, *especially* since I'm paranoid about keeping my computer spotless and free from bugs.

So, how and why did these bastards out of the blue decide to invade my keyboard?

Today, I saw this article. Huh.

Can Ants Eat Your Computer?Why the "crazy rasberry" ant infests electronic devices.


Electronic devices near Houston, Texas, are under attack by a species known as the "crazy rasberry ant" (Paratrechina species near pubens), which is thought to have arrived as a stowaway on a cargo ship in 2002. According to the Associated Press, the ants seem to be attracted to electrical equipment and have been "shorting out electrical boxes and messing up computers" wherever they go. This has raised concerns that the ants might cause serious damage to electrical equipment in sensitive locations like Houston's Hobby Airport and NASA's Johnson Space Center, as well as homes and businesses in the city. What do ants like about electronics?

No one really knows. Research has shown that some ant species are capable of detecting electromagnetic fields and may even use the Earth's magnetic field as a directional cue as they search for food or nest sites. Their attraction to man-made electrical devices may be an accidental evolutionary byproduct of this natural ability.

The ants may also be drawn to pieces of electrical equipment because they make great nests. Invasive species like the crazy rasberry ant are adapted to environments that are constantly changing, so they are always searching for new homes. In the wild, these ants might nest in small cavities beneath fallen leaves, inside branches, or at the base of palm fronds. Electrical switch boxes, gas meters, or your PC make ideal homes because they are dry and have small, easily defendable entrances.


When crazy rasberry ants invade an electrical box, they can't actually eat the equipment inside. Their jaws are not strong enough to cut through metal wires, but they can chew through the softer insulation around them, exposing the live wires and causing electrical shorts. (Other ant species, like leafcutter ants, are capable of cutting through thin metal wires, but they don't seem to be attracted to electronics.) When an ant is shocked or electrocuted, it releases a chemical alarm pheromone that attracts its nestmates, triggering a cascade that results in a buildup of dead worker ants that can cause further problems for electronics.

These ants are difficult to control because they are ready to abandon their homes and find new ones at a moment's notice, as when insecticides or poison baits are applied. Like many invasive ants, including some populations of the red imported fire ant (Solenopsis invicta), which is also thought to have arrived to the United States via cargo ship, crazy rasberry ant colonies contain multiple queens. As Houston-area exterminators have learned, this allows them to reproduce faster than single-queen species, and makes it hard to kill the entire colony.




when help is rendered by weighing the receiver's need and not the donor's return reward, its goodness grows greater than the sea - Thirukural, v.103

Like a Hat. Or a Glove.


I've been told that i have a 'sassy sense of humor'.

Isn't that delightful?

Mmm-hmm.

*pleased.

Right To Life


If you enter the country without proper documents, and you get stabbed in the face one day, and everyone sees it and there's no question about who did it, should the perpetrator be charged? Would charging the perpetrator mean that the courts are encouraging people to enter the country illegally, because this would lead them (them "illegals") to think that they have a right to life in this country despite not having proper papers?

I am no lawyer (far from it), but it makes me wonder. What do you think?

I've highlighted my favourite parts in bolded-red. whattabastard.

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Court rules against injured illegal worker
By : Jaspal Singh

IPOH:

An illegal immigrant in this country has no right to claim loss of income, the High Court ruled yesterday.

The ruling meant that 38-year-old Sukatno Karnen, an Indonesian illegal worker who became paralysed after he was hit by a van in 1996 in Jalan Fair Park here, will not be getting the award of RM153,600 in lost income decided by the Sessions Court here seven years ago.

The award was to be given out in instalments of RM800 per month for 16 years beginning Nov 28, 2001, the day the judgment was passed.

Judge Datuk V.T. Singham, who yesterday allowed 54-year-old carpenter Lee Seng Kee's appeal to set aside the earlier judgment, said the Sessions Court judge had misdirected himself in law and on the facts of the case.

"Sukatno did not have a work permit. It is not a case of where he originally had a work permit but that work permit had expired," the High Court judge said.

"The sessions judge having found that the plaintiff was an illegal worker, had erred in law on the facts in awarding damages for the loss of earnings which were illegally earned."

Singham stressed that the High Court could not legitimise Sukatno's illegal earnings.

"It will be an affront to the public conscience and interests to grant Sukatno the relief which he claimed and if allowed, would seem to be indirectly assisting or encouraging foreigners to come illegally to this country and also encourage the commission of similar offences by other illegal immigrants."

Sukatno, who returned to Indonesia in 2001, was represented by counsel Inderjit Singh, while Lee was represented by Vivekanandan A.M.S. Periasamy.

Pointing out that public interest or public policy must override moral justification, Singham said despite sympathising with Sukatno, his personal sentiment did not allow him to override the judicial function.

"This court will only act on the facts and the application of law and not on personal sentiment to try make out a case in favour of Sukatno."

Sukatno fractured his spine which caused a dislocation of his vertebrae, resulting in paraplegia.

Singham stressed that the sanctity and certainty of immigration laws had to be maintained and strictly observed.

"Otherwise, it would undermine, frustrate and would be tantamount to condoning or encouraging an illegal act," the judge said.

"This court ought not to unlock the gates which have been shut or prohibited by the legislature by entertaining a claim of illegally earned money or by an illegal immigrant in total violation of the immigration laws," he said.

Singham also set aside the lower court's finding that Lee was 50 per cent negligent in the accident, adding that the finding was based on speculation or conjecture.

Happy Birthday, Amma.



Dearest mother/mom/amma/fernitullaharangamuthu...

You are loveliness
and joy;
Your warmth is infinite
Your presence a calming,
loving balm.

You are a gift to your children
And a blessing to the world.

You are silly
and serious;
You are kind
and uncompromising
of spirit & heart.

Your laughter
and your brilliance;
your relentless quest
for all things right & just,
shapes & will always shape us
to be the very.best.we.could.possibly.be.


Your love
calms
soothes
inspires
educates
heals
and saves us all
a thousand times over.

Should I ever
be blessed with my own,
I could only hope
to be half the mother
that you've always been.

Thank you for being you, Amma.

Don't you dare think of skipping off in your 70s - the Big Guy and us, we had a talk. You're not done till another 38 years!

; ) love you so much!

treena.

be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart.

Malaysia's Cunning Linguists


Kuala Lumpur, 7 April 2008: Spurred by a landmark decision by the Ministry of Women, Family & Community Development to encourage intimacy among Malaysians and to exercise population control through innovate methods, a Kedah-based toothpaste manufacturer today launched it's new line of toothpastes, aptly named Oral-Me.

The move was lauded by many Youth and Religious groups, who praised the Ministry for taking steps to connect with Malaysia's growing youth population. This move also signifies how seriously the Ministry is committed to raising its image and putting it's mouth where the money is after vowing to overcome the humiliating defeat of former Minister of KPWKM, Datuk Sharizat Abdul Jalil.

Public health activists were also pleased with the manufacturers decision to add the sub-text "My Choice" to the title, viewing it as an indicator that the corporate sector is seriously committed to the rights of individuals over their bodies, and to curbing sexually transmitted infections. Mr. John Kunasegaran, a social activist who works closely with Malaysia's orally active community, the Cheers-Toastmasters, said "I think it is very good that they are trying to reach out to the youth through different methods. It clearly shows a growing understanding within the government to recognize the rights of individuals, and to support it by encouraging companies to sell products that have important-social health benefits".



*The article is fake..........but the toothpaste is Real! I promise you.

it.speaks.


I believe that things happen for a reason.

I believe that the Universe sends us numerous signs along the way.

I hesitate to chalk things up to being coincidental or at the mercy of 'randomness'.

In the past few days, my ' "random" word-generator' sent me these words:

woebegone:

1. Beset or overwhelmed with woe; immersed in grief or sorrow; woeful.
2. Being in a sorry condition; dismal-looking; dilapidated; run-down.

bellwether:

A leader of a movement or activity; also, a leading indicator of future trends.

deus ex machina:

1. In ancient Greek and Roman drama, a god introduced by means of a crane to unravel and resolve the plot.
2. Any active agent who appears unexpectedly to solve an apparently insoluble difficulty.

jollification:

Merrymaking; festivity; revelry.

rara avis:

A rare or unique person or thing.


Maybe in times of confusion and sorrow, we imagine signs.

Maybe the signs really exist.

Is there a link? Why not.

The Universe speaks to us....do we listen?

I try. I do.



the.gold & the.coal


Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse.
Some years, muscadel faces down frost;
green thrives; the crops don't fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care enough,
that they can't leave some stranger poor.

Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best intentions do not go amiss;
sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt
a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen;
may it happen for you.
-Sheenagh Pugh

There are good days. And there are uncertain days. I've had such tremendous support, so much so the bad days seem to have taken a step back in rejection.

I ought to be celebrating the good.days, but it's hard to ignore the worry of 'when will it end?'

How does an optimist reach this stage? How does she climb her way back up?


hollowblackswirldarkquestionsresistshelpwhy


I am sad.


It is a strange sadness. It moves like liquid, seeking room in crevices within me, filling them.

I don’t understand this sadness.

When I try to make sense of it, I see a black, swirling cloud. Sometimes it is smoky, the haziness compounds it mystery.

It’s thick and heavy. I try to push it, wade through it, brush it away, but it resists, and my efforts are futile.

Where does it come from? Why is it here? What does it want with me?

I do not know how to respond to this sadness.

I feel guilty. Ashamed. Worried. Unsettled.

I am not a sad person. I am one who is contented with her surroundings. I am optimistic. I am peaceful.

So why has this Stranger of Sadness come into my life?

I do not know.

But the discrepancy kills me.

I do not want to be sad.

What shall I do?

I know not.

amezce.etah.i


My dog is itchy.

And it's killing me.

One of my biggest concerns about possibly becoming a mother (in the distant future) is that I'll pass eczema on to my kids/grandkids. Sure, they don't know heckuvalot about eczema, but there are many clear signs that say it is hereditary.

My dog is itchy and scratchy and it breaks my heart to see her go through this.

What more with my own child?

Shortdog's itchy phase will soon pass when the bout of bacterial infection is treated, but eczema doesn't just.pass.

It stays.And haunts you.And dictates so much of what you do and feel.

It's a constant battle of will.spirit.esteem. to live with it.

It's not an inconvenient rash.

So, i'm sorry if i'm a little pissy today.

The Tactful Malaysian


Lady: "Oh my Gawd, what happend to yer faace?!" *screwed up expression, unpleasant voice*

Me: "It's eczema." *blankly*

Lady: "Oh my Gawd, it's all oveer yer haands too!" *more wide-eyed exclamation*

Me: "Uh uh.". *bored*

That was a bit of a conversation between me and a lady yesterday. Malaysians are full of this. I say Malaysians, as a somewhat over-generalization, because in the 1 1/4 years that I was away from Malaysia, not once did I have someone come up to me and say things like that.

During the 21 years in Malaysia, however, I've experienced this countless times. If it's not shock and horror over my skin (sometimes later masked with sympathy & yet another "magical remedy suggestion"), it's "Wah, you've become so fat" or "Aiyo, why are you so big?".

True story, my friend.

idiots.


I'm sick and tired of fucking lazy people.

Give me shoddy work & expect me to make sense of it?

Do your own work, a-hole!

Blagh.

Elated.Energized.Encouraged


My dear, fellow Malaysians,

How very proud I am of you. You've demonstrated great growth and maturity in thought and emotions. You've put human rights activists, bloggers, a brave (accidental) cameraman, an ISA-detainee (and former ISA-detainees), a respected economist, and people of tremendous integrity into our government. It took a helluva lot of chutzpah to do what you did; be proud of yourselves.

It took chutzpah because the change we saw required a tremendous ability to imagine, to hope quietly and to allow, even for a fleeting moment, to believe that dreams could be made possible. It took chutzpah because we had to first resist the instinctive calls of apathy that many Malaysians make, and the disbelief we often react with when suggested that change is possible.

Twenty-five hours before the election results were due to be announced, I said that winning or losing in this election will not dictate whether or not the process of revolution will continue. Although our wins far surpassed what most of us dared to hope for, this remains true. We've only taken the first step - yes, it is a significant one, but in the grand scale of things that must be done, it is only a small step.

At about 3 a.m on March 9th, after having to wait hours for SPR to get it's act together and to officially announce what we already knew (that Sivarasa K. Rasiah had won the Subang Parliament seat), Mr. (YB) Sivarasa, in his short speech of thanks to his supporters, said we need to get to work right away. Despite running on barely any sleep for the past 2 weeks, work was the first thing on his mind. Rightly so.

R.Nadeswaran quoted the former Bar Council president, Yeo Yang Poh in his column today: "They must never forget, not even in their sleep, that their much-improved victory is not their victory, but the victory of the people. Thus, they must serve the people with humility and dedication. They should be proud, not of their success, but of the people who have enabled them to succeed".

Humility & dedication; Integrity & courage; Honour & transparency - perhaps we are not used to associating these words with politicians, but we damn well have the right to demand that our elected representatives uphold these principles.

These next 5 years are not going to be easy, at all. Coordinating the leadership between PAS/PKR/DAP will have it's challenges. Dealing with the b.s that will be thrown our way by BN will be frustrating. Working around an unfair system will make our blood boil. We have promised the people alot, and while we can't achieve everything (as we don't control the Federal Government), we can certainly do everything that's within our power, and push for what's not within our power.

But, these past 2 weeks were not easy either, far from it! We had one obstacle after another to fight with: no access to the mainstream media, an EC that was all out to deny the Opposition a fair election, phantoms and the resurrected voting against us, threats by the BN leaders that there will be chaos & instability, our posters and banners ripped down, seriously questionable postal votes...to name a few. Despite all of this, we pulled together as a team, we refused to be defined along racial lines, we got our heads out of rear ends and put our egos aside. We were persistent. We were creative. When we saw another falter, we helped them up. We denied BN a 2/3 majority. We won an unbelievable FIVE States. We achieved what didn't even appear in the consciousness of possibilities for many.

Imagine what would have happened if the elections were really fair & free?


Yes, it is incredibly frustrating that we can't go out and celebrate in all glory, but it is also sobering because the time for work is now. It is not just our new leaders that have to work; it takes the collective effort of an entire nation to uphold democracy. We too must work, and work hard. We need to change our mindset of allowing our leaders to do as they please. We cannot wait 50 years to express dissatisfaction. We cannot wait another 5 years to throw out our PKR/DAP/PAS leaders if they do not perform. If we don't like what they are doing, tell them now, so that change can happen. They have not come into power so that they can revel in the glamor of YB-hood. They came into power because they promised to work for us. Let's ensure that.

My dear Malaysians, the time has come for us to allow ourselves to imagine, to work hard, to be persistent in the fight for justice & democracy. We cannot mudah lupa. On March 9th at about 1 am, standing outside the MPPJ building, a man said this to his young son, "You may not realize now how long it took for us to get to this point. We have worked hard for 50 years, now you have to ensure that our work is not wasted". Nearby, a little girl (about the age of 4), was twirling a giant Keadilan flag. As she dragged it in lazy, content circles, she quietly sang to herself "merdeka....merdeka...merdeka".

We have fought the good fight, and must continue to do so. As Paulo Coelho states in The Alchemist, "It is important never to relax, however far you have come" (1988).

Stretch, eat a hearty meal, get some sleep, have a good laugh, drink lots of water. It's back to the grind (but what a more joyous time it shall be!).

Elated.Energized.Encouraged;

; ) katrina
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"Enthusiasm is the force that leads us to the final victory"
~ The Pilgrimage

The first step.


I...don't know what to feel.

Elation.
Relief.
Disbelief.
Joy.
Worry.
Nervousness.

Excitement.
Anxiousness.
Peace.
Hope.
Gratefulness.

Those are just some of the options. On the whole though, I feel muted.

Perhaps this will illustrate better how I feel;

As we waited outside the MPPJ building for the official announcement of Uncle Siva's win, a little girl, about the age of 4, was twirling around a giant Keadilan flag. As she dragged the flag around in slow, lazy, content circles, she quietly sang to herself 'Merdeka....merdeka..merdeka'.

Yup, that's about right.


ps: Malaysians, I'm SO PROUD OF YOU!


Vote for a Government That Works for You & Me.


Think.


Why Should You Vote For The Opposition? Why?

















Nat Tan has some answers: http://jelas.info/2008/02/06/does-the-opposition-deserve-your-vote/

What are your questions? What are your answers? What are your fears?


Do you go to school, pay water bills, work and pay taxes, buy petrol, eat, live in a house, employ a domestic worker, want to express your dissatisfactions, want to take a holiday, long to feel safe in your own house, dislike corruption, wish you'd be given that opportunity you deserve, play, sleep, choose to go to church or mosque or temple or whatever you want, pay hospital bills and wish your one year's salary wasn't just used up? Do you breath? Do you live in Malaysia? Do you have loved ones who do?

If you do any of the above, you've already engaged in politics.

The personal is political. Whether you like it or not.

Vote for a better Malaysia. Vote for yourself.

Remember, by not voting you just voted for the BN.

This Is A Toughy....


GenderBender


This isn't mine, but I likey.

Gubra in the year 2006


*The following is an unedited copy of an email I sent to friends in 2006, after watching the movie Gubra. In light of the recent political climate, I thought it would be interesting to compare the sentiments felt 2 years ago with our feelings now. Draw your own conclusions.

On 4/28/06, (*K)___ <whatthebug@yahoo.com> wrote:

Warning: written at 3 am. haha
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Kepada Sayang-sayang I,

I think the name 'Gubra' was rather apt, as I memang did feel rather 'gubra' while watching some scenes in the movie ; it wasn't "anxiousness"/"anxiety" due to what was going on with the characters/story line, but rather the strange feeling of seeing little bits of "malaysia" spooned out to us on a BIG screen. Even the tiniest of details such as watching the Planta (i think) & kaya spread onto the bread felt odd, in a very 'intimate' sense ; we (I) don't see "our" lives potrayed in movies. I see people eating bagels & cream cheese-lite for breakfast in movies, and find that "normal", "acceptable", "appropriate for movies" - nevermind that I've never in my life had a blinkin' bagel. There was a sense of 'gubra' because it felt like I was venturing into territory that i should be familiar with, yet had no idea how to deal with in a BIG SCREEN movie (it *makes a difference* that I watched this in the cinema as opposed to on the telly).

You know how we have a 'catalogue' of emotions that come ready with familiar experiences ('laugh, smile, eat, sing repetitive birthday song ' at birthday parties, 'sob, stay quiet' at funerals, etc)...? Turns out I don't have that 'catalogue' for a "malaysian"-movie....so it....felt ..curious, and frankly, a little worrying.. How sad that my experience of movies has not been defined by my own culture ; how sad that it's "surprising" when I identify with elements in a Malaysian movie...!

Perhaps the most 'squirmy' (but in a good way)-inducing effect of the movie is the way "issues" that are usually so 'hush-hush'(/"sensitive"/"threat to national security"/anarchy-will-happen-if-mentioned) were spoken about by the characters. In Sepet there was that bit where (I think it was Orked), Orked says (i'm paraphrasing) that it's unfair that Malay students sometimes get scholarships despite not doing as well as students of other races ; even though I watched this in my own home (*my* house; the center for "threats to national security"!! ;p), I remember having to pause a little at that....I wasn't sure how to 'react'. And then I felt a little relieved...because someone had said it *in a Movie*!. And for a moment it felt that all our tensions that simmer so quietly at the surface would be ok somehow.

The truck scene with Orked & Alan therefore is one of my favourites from the movie: The bit where Alan says that he wonders if 'you guys' know how hard it is 'for the rest of us' really sums up a lot of the 'unspokeness' that goes on between our ethnic groups ; the fact that we all knew exactly what he meant by "you guys" and "the rest of us", and the fact that most of us could think of experiences where it was "hard for us" all weighed towards this 'unspokeness'.

I Love that bit after that when he says that "it's like being in love with someone who doesn't love you back"; that quote so poignantly addressed what a lot of 'the rest of us" feel... and more importantly, it speaks to the fact that although the love may be unrequited, we cannot deny that we still continue to love it (the country). Can there be a stronger shout of national pride than that?

And as shouts of national pride go, the bright-neon-coloured-idealistic notions of Yasmin Ahmad are crucial to the movie, I feel. The imam petting the dog....the muslim family giggling at the 'makan babi' comment...the sex-workers who are gal-pals with the imam's wife...(to name a few) may seem so far-fetched to some, but I think it deserves applaus because it draws to the possibilities of what we can be, as a country.

Yes, sure...we can nitpick at the details. The s l o o o w pace of the movie, the at times confusing switch of story lines (from Orked's -- to the Imam's)....the rather annoying acting (by some)....and whatever else we can find. And yes, we are fair to nitpick at the details, becase we are not wrong for wanting "better quality" movies. My only worry is that if we allow the 'details' to override the makna yang tersirat, then we risk losing out on a rare Malaysian-cultural product. ...yes, I don't like getting into all the 'hype', and raving on and on without objectivity ; but this time, I think i'm going to allow myself to be blinded a little by the hype, and not see the editing-flaws ; just so I can experience this fully.

I feel a little like a renewed citizen now. I want to go and vote, and learn Cantanose & Tamil...i want to order char siew pau for myself and kaya pau for my malay friend without feeling 'wrong'....i want to watch an old "mixed" couple tease and chase each other ....and i want to drive in a beaten up truck, with "khabi khabi" playing in the background, and my sayang who has Alan's bod & Jason's face sitting next to me. *wink

~~ketrinaa (as I was so affectionately called by my multi-ethnic teachers in school)

PS: Ingat.....ikan jerung, ikan yu....jaga diri, i love you. *haw haw

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While on the topic of languages....


Turuti Masaku.

What does that mean, eh? ; )

So ko nak wat ape?


Over breakfast today with my brother & father, the topic of languages came up. My brother related an incident when he was chatting on MIRC, and he saw the sentence "so ko nak wat ape" typed out on the general-discussion screen. His first reaction was that it must be the Thai students in the uni having a chat. He then realized, that that text was in a language that's native to the country south of thailand's border; tanah air-nyer, Malaysia.

Spend 5 minutes watching Hitz.fm Chat-tv and you are bound to be amused, confused & rather concerned. What language is being spoken? It's hard to know.

I'm far from being an etymologist, but I am aware that languages go through processes of change over time; they evolve, they grow. It is intriguing to consider however the impact of communication technology on the development of languages. Our need for quick access, speedy replies, the use of a minimum number of letters to convey a message: all of this surely has an effect on the "evolution" of languages. What is this impact? Am I right to call it 'evolution' or this is now a process of 'de-evolution'?

Over our Bru-coffees & nasi lemak, we proposed that in years to come, we would communicate with each other using the most basic sounds, the fewest number of letters & digits. After all, this might perhaps be the most efficient way to get our messages across when using the numerous communication-gadgets that are available.

So, consider this: Children will be born with what we now consider to be fully-developed language skills & large vocabularies (they'll speak in full sentences, using presently-accepted grammatical rules, with an "advanced" vocabulary), and as they grow, this will progressively diminish - a process that will not just be accepted, but also encouraged.

In the future, you'll have parents of children complaining about the 'slow-learners' in the family, who still use full sentences & haven't mastered the art of a concise-vocab & effective communication.

Note: "so ko nak wat ape" =(direct translation)= "so, kamu-orang hendak buat apa?"

23.




From a note to myself, that I wrote in the middle of the night, exactly 6 months ago:

"Growing up is realizing that: Life isn't going to show up with a welcome basket. Basket's cost alot. You are not always going to have money. Friends leave. Life choices are not mcqs, rather are open ended. Picking your battles is crucial. One must learn to put aside pride & ask for help. Making mistakes isn't the end of life. Comfort zones can be glass cages. You have to pay taxes. Organizing money & paying your bills are things you need to learn to do. No more naps till after retirement."

A way of being


"to love. to be loved. to never forget your own insignificance. to never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. to seek joy in the saddest place. to pursue beauty to its lair. to never simplify what is complicated and complicate what is simple. to respect strength, never power. above all, to watch. to try and understand. to never look away. and never, never, to forget."- Arundhati Roy