Taylor, Kanye and the President

VMA, 2009

Twilight Jacob (cutie!) just announced that Taylor Swift won the award for Best Female Video. The crowd cheers, Taylor Swift, shocked and ecstatic, goes up to the stage to receive her award. Begins her acceptance speech. She's thanking everyone, expressing her gratitude.
"I mean, I sing country music so thank you so much for giving me a chance to win a VMA award, I-"
And suddenly, Kanye West (oh yes, him again) interrupts her. This is what he says:
"Yo Taylor! I'm really happy for you, I'm gonna let you finish, but Beyonce had one of the best videos of all the time! One of the best videos of all time!" He shrugs. The audience boos him away. Beyonce's mouth forms the little 'O'.
I mean, seriously.
I'm not all that fond of Taylor Swift ("You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess..." I mean, come on!) but here is this 19 year old girl, excited, eager, dressed as Barbie meets the Silver Disco Ball receiving her first ever VMA. She was so happy, I thought she'd practically trip over her Sparkly Silvery Dress on her way to the stage. And then this total jerk of West interrupts her in the acceptance speech, saying how Beyonce deserved it more than she did.
After West left the stage, Taylor, TOTALLY crestfallen and speechless, is unable to complete her speech and has to be escorted back.
But whats with Kanye West? Why did he interrupt? What went of his father's if she got the award?
I've decided not to make my pukey face if I hear Love Story again. Poor Taylor. She was stunned.

Afterwards, Barack Obama was asked to comment on the incident, and get THIS, he called Kanye West a jackass!!!! Mumma Swear!
I know it was really inappropriate, and not how a President should behave, but how cool is that?
First, the very fact that Obama watched the VMA and knows who Taylor Swift and Kanye West are proves that Obama, in fact, is the President of Today. He knows about these things. Can you imagine our President doing that? Not that she's supposed to, but still...I guess people would connect with the leaders more if they knew that they are quite the same as us. I'm sure she's a very nice lady, but the fact remains.
Second, I think is pretty obvious. He called West a jackass. I know I'll be getting shoes thrown at me for saying this, but I think that was pretty cool. Nobody says that to anyone, except the opposition parties to each other. Obama said West was a jackass.
Go, Obama, go go!
I think he is one too.

We want a President like that. We want a leader like that. One who watches the VMA. One who besides doing the duties and all, takes a little time out to connect with the people. We want people who were born 80 years ago to stop ruling the 21st century. We want change. We need change. India needs change.

And I think that Obama's Beer Summit was genius. Avoiding the racial issue from blowing up by inviting both the men for a beer at the White House was unheard of, until now.

Boo Kanye! Doob mar!
Its okay, Taylor. You'll get over it someday.

P.S. To watch Kanye diss Taylor, click here.

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I'm sixteen!

So yeah. This is it. I did it. Made it to sixteen. A little pat on the back right now would be appropriate.
My life supposedly turned 'sweet' on the twelfth day of this September. 'Sweet sixteen' is not supposed to be all that sweet, you know. They say sweet like they say sick. As in, this guy says, "I rode a dirt bike man, it was sweeeeet! It was SICK" So it wasn't really sweet or sick.
Sweet in this case, I think means that this is the age, baby. To do wild and crazy things. To cross lines. To make new ones. Take it or leave it, you won't get another chance.
Go crazy. Lose yourself. BE sixteen.
Is this change supposed to come overnight? 'Cuz I'm still all same.
The only change is that I have a few more belongings now, presents you know. :D
And many more memories.

I'm a TOTAL age wimp. I don't know what that phobia's called, where you're scared to grow old, but I SO have it. I'm trying not to think that next year this time, I'll be seventeen, ALMOST an adult. An ADULT. I can barely tie my shoelaces, I mean, come on! Ok, I can tie my shoelaces , but still!

Except the oh-no-I'm-sixteen-going-on-seventeen-part, my birthday was pretty good! Now I HAVE to write maine kya-kya kiya, or the birthday fever will never die.

11 September- Okay so I woke up at around 5 in the morning. I hope you know what a birthday can do to a hyper-excited kid(?).
Mallika gave me a present in the bus. But the genius had, for some reason, squeezed in some amount of diluted fabric paint in the tape or something. My first present of the day, I ripped the wrapping paper apart and bam! My WHITE shirt now has permanent blue spots on it. Never mind.
In class, I felt like a queen! Haha...I'm not THAT small. Got a few more cards and presents (Daggu, thanks for the singing card!) and two beautiful bouquets. :)
I kept asking the teacher if everyone could sing 'Happy Birthday' for me. By the end of the day, they could write a song about how much they hated 'Happy Birthday'. :D
And seriously, they REALLY thought I knew nothing about the cake. Right! But break was ruined by stupid Yoga Workshop. Matlab, seriously. Yoga workshop on my birthday...I'd rather take double maths. And how were we supposed to do dhyaan or whatever when the yoga instructor standing in front of me had the HUGEST butt ever? Me, the girl with unstoppable, crazy laugh. Especially when there was 'pin drop silence'. Then its absolutely mandatory that I laugh.
Moving on, I came back to the class, cut the cake and got it plastered on my face. YAY!
I carried my bag of presents and bouquets with ABSOLUTE glee to the bus and then from the stop to home. And that was 11th.

12th September|The Big Day: My dad told me to hang up the phone at 1 in the night. Woke up around 8:30 or so, showered, went to the temple and the rest of the day was how a Party Day should go, you know, GIP, food, fun. Whatever. Yawn. SO over it(not).
Except by the end of the day, I wanted to crush the phone under my mum's heels. Fortunately, I didn't. Came back from mall at around 5, met up with other friends, and FINALLY when I thought I could lie down and watch TV, Ass and Prerna came over. Not complaining though. 'Twas sweet of them. :)

13th September (yeah it was a birth-weekend!): Dad's present still remained! I asked him to take me to My Sister's Keeper. And the only hall where it was still airing was in Select Citywalk and thats far and he still took time out! Though I cried my eyes out on that one. Seriously. That scene with the collage that Kate made totally had me bawling. Oh, well.

But the fun is not over, my friends! 20th September is the Dance party that I so naively promised. Yeah, yeah...I'm rubbing it in. After all, I don't turn sixteen everyday, do I? ;)

Srishti (16 and 6 days old)

P.S. Stupid Blogger's taking too much time to upload photos. Will do it later.

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Because of you, I know now. That sometimes, its okay. Its okay if I don't cross the finish line first. Its okay if I don't cross the finish line at all. Its okay if i just stay back and cheer for others.

If something is not going according to the plan, if something doesn't turn out the way you wanted it to-you have to learn to accept things. To let it go.

When we're all running after the same thing, fighting for the same thing and cribbing about the same thing, I learned from you how to stop. To breathe. And to look around. Then realize- it doesn't matter.
I learned from you- how to stop caring when you don't need to; and remain Unaffected.

I argued and I cried, I tried a hundred times. But I couldn't get what they had. But then I looked at you. You. Odd. You didn't want what everyone was after. You were happy, content, satisfied.
So Unaffected.
And I realized. Thats what I want to be.

People fight around us, they shout, they argue about the smallest of things. I get sucked in. But then I look at you. And you remain Unaffected.

People want more. They become clones of each other, get dictated by each other and blindly wait for the next upgrade. But you remain Unaffected.
You do so well what I want to do.
Draw joy from trivialities in life. If things are not working out, be okay with it.
Not care what's being said about you.
To enjoy being on the Cheering Side.

And remain Unaffected. From things and people who don't matter. At all.
That how I wannabe<3

You May Have Won The Rat Race But You're Still A Rat.

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The grass was swaying lightly in the wind. The sky was a light blue, with a weirdly shaped snow white cloud, here and there. The park was full, as one would expect on a Saturday evening. Little families were sitting on the ground on sheets, huddled together. Children were running around in all directions, and obviously, the noisiest part of the park was by the swings. We walked up The Hill. Of course, Hill was hardly the word for it. It was just a slightly raised part of the park. Just a little steep.

The park was the ever-so-crowded, Indraprastha Park, the ultimate destination for any kind of picnics or outdoor Sunday brunches. At the Hill, it was a little less crowded, but just a little. This was Delhi after all. From the top, I could see the trains. Was it some kind of station? Trains were just standing there. But whatever it was, I really love looking at trains so its not like I minded. We just walked aimlessly, taking in the fresh air, the noise, the smell of the cool grass air, everything.

When suddenly, the very intelligent me gets an idea.
"Lets do roly-poly!" I say excitedly. He looks at me quizzically.
" The ROLY-POLY", I said slowly and loudly, as if explaining to a little child, which I might as well be doing, given his expression.
"The what?" he said.
"You don't how to Roly-Poly?" I asked disbelievingly.
He looked at me as if I was speaking Irish.
Matlab, seriously. Everyone knows whats a roly-poly! Everyone. Even the computer-nerds type who never go out.
"Buddhu", I said. "Its when you roll down the hill lying down on your stomach and then you roll and then you're on your back and then stomach and like this, ghoom ghoom kar! And its so much fun because you go on rolling and rolling and you don't know when or where you'll stop and you may just bang into someone or knock someone down! those serials! The woman rolls down the stairs, dropping the thali, its contents spill everywhere and then the weird background music plays." I snapped my fingers. " Aise."
I said all this with such gusto that he couldn't help laughing.
"Okay", he said. "Lets...roll-poll down the hill!"
We did it. We rolled down and down and further down, finally coming to a halt because the slope ended. Laughing, we got up, shaking bits of grass from our clothes. People all around were staring at us, like we were a couple of retards. He held his hand out and I took it and stood up.
"I guess we overdid it, haan?" I said, looking around and well, seriously, a lot of people were staring at me like I was a freak or something. Hello, it was only a they hadn't done it in their time.
"No," he said. "You've got leaves and feathers stuck in your hair."

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Murphy's Law

I'm saying it now, and I'll stick to it forever: Murphy was a GENIUS. Seriously. Newton, Einstein, guys were all great, but Murphy here, is my favourite.

Murphy's Law basically states this:

Anything that can possibly go wrong, will go wrong, at the WORST possible time, in the WORST possible way.

The British stage magician Nevil Maskelyne wrote in 1908:

"It is an experience common to all men to find that, on any special occasion, such as the production of a magical effect for the first time in public, everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Whether we must attribute this to the malignity of matter or to the total depravity of inanimate things, whether the exciting cause is hurry, worry, or what not, the fact remains."

Which, is like, SO true! And this is Murphy's Extended Law: If a series of events can go wrong, they will do so in the worst possible sequence.

Actually, I think that the probability of something going wrong is less than something going right. Because, in life, there are obviously MORE right things that have happened to you than wrong things, unless you're Lindsay Lohan from Just My Luck (and anyway, if you ARE Lindsay Lohan, then Murphy's Law probably doesn't even apply to you).

For example, lets imagine that this cute guy's in your school or college whatever. You've never talked or anything. Lets say you, your friends, he and probably his friends are in the canteen. So he'll NOT look at you when you just cracked a joke and everyone's laughing. He'll NOT look at you when you look positively angelic. But he WILL look at you when you're choking up on water and coughing uncontrollably and your face is all red. Murphy's Law.

Another example. My internet's been working totally fine over the past so many weeks. I've never had a problem with it. But two-three days ago, I needed to send a REALLY important e-mail and BAM! The connection's lost. Internet's not working. All this past month, I've been whiling away my time on Facebook, or just surfing the net looking for nothing in particular, and the ONE time I ACTUALLY need the internet, its gone! Murphy's Law.

Or maybe you've gone somewhere and you're reallyy hungry and the only place around for food is this restraunt that serves so-so food. But you're ravenous so you just eat it and fill your stomach. When you come home full and filled, it turns out your mom made your favourite dish! Murphy's Law.

This is a parody of famous lines in Thomas Moore's Lalla Rookh:

I never had a slice of bread,

Particularly large and wide,

That did not fall upon the floor,

And always on the buttered side.

Although I'm not very fond of the Law, I really have to thank Murphy for making us aware about the Law. And its prevalence in nature.

Murphy's Law isn't applicable all the time. Once in a while, or if you're REALLY unlucky, then twice in a while. :P

But the fact remains. Such a law exists. To avoid getting Murphynated at any special occasions, you can be like Monica and make a list of all possible things that can go wrong and provide its solutions. Or you can just live with it and bear it when it comes. Because people DO get murphynated a lot other times, than JUST during special occasions. In that case, the second option would be better. And more reasonable.

Signing off Murphynated,


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