Eaters United

No matter who you are, no matter where or when you're from, if you've got to celebrate, there's bound to be food involved. No scratch that - 'involved' is too puny a word. Let's just say the food maketh the partay. The better the food, the greater the variety - the more accomplished your celebration!
What is it about gastronomy that unites people from different lands? Sure, our tastebuds may not agree with each other on the ideal content of our dinner plates (or palm-sized paper plates, as one often finds at work), but if you can eat it and want more, then that's all that matters.
As fun as eating our way through life seems to be, maybe it's time to step back, take a breath and learn to be a little hungry. Hunger is good. It reminds you of things to come.
Things coated in chocolate, preferably.

Facebook

Stalking on Facebook ... the urge to discover how people look a few decades down the line, is quite irresistible. But, where does curiosity end and become vicarious pastime? Can anyone answer? Well, truth be told if all of us could get our hands on an invisibility cloak, who would not love a spot of snooping. Yes, we are not the chicken stealing types but curiosity definitely did not kill this cat. Would you like to disagree?

Mature individuals?

Back in school, my Literature teacher always said, "One day, you will all grow up to be 'mature individuals'." Well, if I ever ran into her again, I would introduce her to the world around me. There are jokes, taunts, memories and tears. But, what is lacking is "maturity" in some individuals. They continue to live life as the immature kids that we once were; expecting to get everything we asked for and never having to accept our mistakes, because there was always someone to cover for us. To such people, I would say, grow up! It's high time you realise that you will be held accountable for your actions and nobody will be around to wipe your tears. Most of us are aware of the difference between right and wrong. And to believe all our actions are the correct way to deal with things would be naive. However, there are those who choose to live in a parallel universe formed within their heads, where all other individuals are villains. To say I am worried would be an understatement. There has to be a way to bring them back on track, to introduce them to reality. The bubble, wherein life is a Hollywood chick flick, needs to burst. I still haven’t found a way to be successful yet. Can anyone succeed? Who knows…

Here comes a FAIL

So, we waited patiently for two long years, only to be extremely disappointed at the end. Walking into the cinema with a big grin, caramel popcorn and a coke, we expected the latest installment of the Harry Potter series to be a roller-coaster ride. But, what it turned out to be was a Hollywood movie trying very hard to display its talent to the world of Hindi soap-operas! Leaving Parvati and Tulsi far behind, Potter continued to go downhill the minute the lights went out in the cinema. Obviously the director did not read the book with the same enthusiasm as the numerable fans around the world. Failing to portray the world of wizardry as THE world we all want to live in, the movie was quite unsuccessful at grabbing my attention. The teen-drama unveiled, with “snogging” being everybody’s top concern. While the death eaters were busy doing what it is they are best at, our lead actors were sitting in a corner crying over their lost love. To sum it all up, the movie was a “FAIL”

Characters around you

That's right. Around you are people with a crazy mind-set, tacky comeback lines and a preposterous attitude problem. Some of them may seem approachable. But, when you’re close enough, you realise the mistake you have made. “Characters”, I call them. These are the characters that define your life’s storyline. People like Bellatrix Lestrange and Gollum might not be the most amusing characters in their respective stories, but they are the ones who bring colour to my life. Their constant attempt to feel accepted is often humorous. In search of the right path, these are the people who choose to ignore their own mistakes and expect the world to move on. Well, that’s just not possible. There are those who choose to ignore, but there are others who remember the minute details of a foolish argument over a bowl of “chutney”. And yet, they continue to act civil. Watch out world, the courtesy might not last long…

Spaced out.

Oh no, the mothership has called! Often, I think deep down, people just want to be 3. You know that world, where you could stick a lollipop in that annoying girl's hair and run as fast as you can? As if pulling a Forrest Gump would purge you or keep you safe - for a while.
It's like that here. Like a Star Trek committee decided the atmosphere was way too boring and thought - "well, spacesuits are SO '70s... what else could we do to spice it up? Maybe redo the office, throw in a few blinding lights here, a couple of curvy tables there, some swivel chairs and everyone can pretend they're aliens! Weee, fun fun fun!"
Er.
Look Mister Spock (the nameless, faceless face of the organisation), sorry to throw a wrench in your party. I'm an earthling, and I'd rather dig myself into a hole than play this game of charades.
At least I know my feet and head are still attached, still grounded.
I mean, seriously - WHAT is up with these lights?

Death to ruffles

Ra Ra skirts, frilly blouses ... no it is not an Aloha but officewear. I am as happy with a few ruffles as ketchup on my burger (no, you cannot kill me for it) but to be decked top to toe looking like Tinkerbell on a bad day is a definite noooo. Anna Wintour, frozen face doyenne of the fashion world ... apparently designers quake in their crocodile trainers when she casts an inquiring glance. But, what does she herself wear ... good ole Chanel. Perhaps that should offer some insight for women who deign it necessary to wear ruffled mid-thigh skirts to work that, too, in a kind of checkered, Domino board morphing into mad tweed fabric. And accompanying that with a sibilant tone meant to reek of the Hamptons, well, darrling I can almost see the claw marks on the wall. Moral of this little rant, please spare us the ruffles!