Across the Universe...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJFITz-edLY&feature=PlayList&p=AEF09A91DF9C238C&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=15 I saw this commercial sometime ago in which Priyanka Chopra advertises Ponds White Beauty, a product which is supposed to give you a 'white pinkish glow'. I was so offended I had to change channels. Why are South Asians, specially Indians, still obsessed with having lighter skin? Why do they still promote self racism? Even here in Maldives there is still this craze with 'Fair and Lovely' (So If we don't use it does it mean we're dark and ugly?) and 'Fair Plus' and all the other 'Fairs'. Not that I can blame the women since society expects them to be 'dhon'. Even in the dhivehi songs and poems they are always talking about a 'dhon manje' or 'dhon kamana'. Comments like, ' eyna reethi ekam massalayakee kudakoh kalhee' are still common. Shame really...since some of the ...

This burden I carry, feeling weak and weary Descending down to the nothingness. Whilst others canter along, blithe and cheery I crawl away, unheeding their protests. Upon the horizon, a fire burns fiery The reach of its power, aiming to possess. Mystified I paused, and made my inquiry "Behold! Can you not see I am in distress?" No answer came, I went ahead wary The flames turned cool like a mothers caress. It beckons to me, to the burden I carry Relieves me of the weight of this stress. I stand up straight, feeling light and airy No longer do I crawl nor desire to regress. Chaste and pure again, emotions they vary Nay, never again will I fall, depressed.

I feel old. I suppose someone 10 or 20 years older than me would find that laughable the same way I find it laughable when 16 or 17 year old kids say that they feel old. But the new generation of teenagers that I come across really makes me wonder whether I'm over the hill. It all happened so fast, I didn't even realize how much things have changed. Whatever happened to writing in good old plain English? I don't understand half the phrases of what I read these days. I mean here are some samples of what I'm talking about. "i luurrve diz boye. wonna noe mo abt meh?" or "too mani tearx i cried. mwahx" Seriously It's like Greek to me. I'm not trying to judge but I feel like I'm a decade older than I really am. There's no way I can talk like that without retching. And If I hear "obi" one more time I'll stab that person. Call me finicky but, the other day I heard the term "obi koli". I nearly stabbed myself......

Do humans crave for privacy? Or do they need to embrace togetherness? While I was juggling these two ideas, the quotation “Good fences make good neighbors” from the poem “Mending Wall” by Robert Frost caught my attention. Personally from my experience, I think that every individual needs their own space, where they can be most comfortable. In my opinion fences and walls between people and their territory helps secure good relationship between neighbors without any room for misunderstandings. A clear division will prevent arguments and disputes. If we keep boundaries, then other people will know what the boundaries are and respect that. For instance, if you had an apple tree in your yard and the neighbor’s children always picked your apples, it would definitely get on your nerves and you would come to resent them. But if there was a wall, it would send everyone a message saying, “This is my property”. Curiosity an...

1) Eating peanut butter with a spoon. 2) Watching old cheesy horror movies. 3) The musty smell of ancient cobweb ridden books. 3) Playing with an already softened kekuri. (Is it me or did that sound dirty?) 4) Hot chocolate on a rainy day. 5) Reading a new comic book. 6) 80s/90s Cartoons. 7) The taste of ‘mas bis’. I don’t think the stuff we have here would classify as caviar though : / 9) The sound of classical music in the early hours of the morning. 10) How the tongue feels after having let it dry totally outside the mouth.

I need like the beggars need shelter. Have you ever needed? I am cocooned in my own shell. Will you push the wall down? I push the words down because they taste bitter. Have you ever not stifled? I'm terrified of myself. Have you ever cared? You never promised, it goes to show. My lack of reason leading to chaos. Perhaps, if I did not think, and I think too much. You'd find me thinking better thoughts. I have followed for awhile. It drags on for miles and miles. Waging a bet that I'll lose anyway. I lie awake wondering still. Have you ever wondered?

The vines grow deep, entwining me. It's made its place, now haunting me. I tried to turn, we've crossed the line. And now it's just a steady decline... It leaves stains, as it drains the life. It seeps pain, as it cuts like a knife. I tried to dodge, we've gone too fast. Never thought I'd come to last... For the sweetness, it doesnt stay. On my wretched soul, does it prey. I tried to leap, we've lost the game. It dawned on me, I was to blame...

A little something something for my big bad tigeresque kitten. A ginger fuzz Dozing in my space A wet nose Pushin against my face A shrill miaow Demanding to be fed A rough lick As a thanks instead A row of teeth Yawning with 'grace' My ball of fur I could never replace

Standing in the rain with no umbrella. He seems a shadow of himself. Thoughts strewn that he couldn't keep. Some things just run too deep. Best left on the shelf. Just that kind of fella... Waiting for the sun with hope to spare He sees a tiny glimpse of light. Guides him through without a scratch. And the blue flame of a lighted match. Shows him the way is right. She is still there...

Finally...I've made a blog. *Waits for applause*. No seriously I don't know for how long I've been wanting to and have been pestered about making one. Now I'm 'cool' too :D. Ahem.. So lets see, what should i write about. Wait! I didn't think this through! Whats the protocol here? Do I rant about how society is ruining our lives? Do I reminisce about the good old times? Do I spew my wrath on everyone who has pissed me off during my whole life? Or do i just keep on writing mushy poems (at least i think it was a poem) as seen below. Ah screw it...

She is not swept, though she longs to be... Swept like a ship on the rough seas... Aches to shy of what could not be... Lingers still, Just a second more... She is not lost, though she longs to be... Lost like a teardrop in the sea... "Cling to me, lady mine", says he... Lingers still, why, I do not know... She is not all there, though she longs to be... There like a siren spread with glee... Puzzled by her own lone misery... Lingers still, for how long though...