If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?
Disclaimer: I value my family and the traditions, heritage that they all put stock into. It has definitely help shape who I am. To be read with a pinch of salt. Any sense of disrespect is definitely not intended.
Let’s get started.
Curtains Open : Great Grandparents get down from a strangely shaped contraception called Time Turner. After exchanging pleasantries, my parents invite them into the house.
Shock #1: Is this your house or the servant quarters?
You see, long ago, my ancestors lived in huge houses that roughly covered an area equal to one floor of an apartment complex. Not to mention the lush green backyards, with elaborate gardens. The current living situation would definitely make them claustrophobic. If you still don’t believe me take a look at this –
Shock #2: Changes in Lifestyle
Right from my clothing to my education, my job, my marital status, my opinions would be a shock for my great grandparents. Don’t get me started on the scientific advancement. The shock would have more to do with the possibility of all these things and not the thing itself.
Shock #3: Advent of Nuclear Families
I think this would be the biggest shock of them all. Once upon a time, joint families were the norm. The house would be full of cousins, siblings, aunts & uncles. Everyday used to be a huge celebration of sorts. Today, none of us stay in the same place as our siblings, leave alone cousins. We talk to them once in a while and meet them rarely on family functions. Agreed, technology does help but it cannot bring back what once was. The family gap is widening folks.
Even after all these shocks, I think my great grandparents would still be extremely happy to have met their great grand kid, pamper me and of course bless us all before its time to go back.
A memory. It’s like sand, brittle rock — a shard of the original substance, a snapshot in a long and confusing movie, a particle of space and time. It’s minuscule but it lingers. It will swallow you up if you let it. It’s like going on a fast, you feel satisfied at first, but you always end up starving.
You can explain a memory to someone, but you can’t make them feel it. You can’t describe how your heart skips a beat when a certain someone looks deeply into your eyes. You can’t recreate the overwhelming content that rushes over when you win after losing for so long. You can’t explain the adrenaline surging through when you are on a roller coaster.
We all get frustrated when we romanticize the past. We miss the things we’ve lost, the places we’ve left, and the people we used to be. We miss the times that were familiar, and we long for the moments that have gone by. But you can’t live through memories, and you don’t grow by being comfortable. You have to fail before you can dream, and you have to hurt before you can love. You must bleed for the wound to heal, but eventually you need to slap on a band-aid and get on with your life.
And that’s what I try to do.
A memory: I was drowning. And then I learned how to swim. Towards a brighter future.
I know a lot of people who brand anime as yet another cartoon show. I ask, so what? Cartoons are fun, especially the good ones!
The first Anime I ever watched was Dragonball Z (courtesy of Cartoon Network) and oh boy, was I hooked! The concept of aliens, ki and transformations just blew me away. I never came out of that rabbit hole.
Since then, my interest has gradually grown and thanks to recommendations from friends and internet, I am proud to call myself a newbie in this sekai. The following things fascinate me the most.
Variety in genre – There’s something for everyone
There is action, fantasy, romance, horror, comedy, drama, mecha, sci-fi, mystery to quote a few; the list quite endless if you ask me. Whatever you are in the mood for, guaranteed that you would find some anime show for it.
The meaning of imagination taken to new levels
Most shows feature really crazy concepts and alternate universes that you just can’t view realistically. It takes you a few episodes to wrap your head around what the show is all about. Even after that, the writer keeps the show alive with twists and new concepts leaving you wanting for more.
The characters are real. I know, I know, they are not actually flesh and blood but they’re voice actors,but the feelings they evoke in the viewer are real. People can actually identify with them and they are inspirational to say the least. Vegeta from Dragonball Z is one of my favorite characters in the anime world. In the words of a close friend who is yet another Vegeta fan “Prince of Saiyans! He taught us being proud can be good. And that you don’t need to be a hero to be liked and trusted by everyone”. His comebacks are really witty as well. An inspirational character to say the least.
Lessons of Life
I do not exaggerate when I say that anime shows touch upon crucial life lessons. The plot lines might be unrealistic but they do explore at least one thematic issue central to human existence. For example, Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood explores the themes of kinship, death and corruption. Friendships & nakamas are priceless in One Piece and most of them stress on the fact that “Nothing is Impossible”
I am an avid reader and one of major reasons why I love books is that they transport me to a whole new world. Anime is yet another way of achieving that – more so given that the worlds are so artfully created that they could only be a product of imaginative minds. You can lose yourself for a few hours/days in these universes.
Some anime shows feature a mind-blowing set of tracks for the background score. It’s not all just electro-pop with high-pitched voices, either. The genres range from instrumental jazz to operatic choruses, power ballads to heavy metal and everything else in between. And even if you don’t understand the lyrics, the music is usually enjoyable by itself. If you still don’t believe me, listen to this.
So, come on down, take a seat while we fire up the first episode. We might make an otaku out of you yet.
Till then sayonara, arigatou!
I have a habit of jotting down the “small” things that I experience in my day-to-day life. Been doing this for 3 years now. At times, I randomly pick a page and start reading through. You would be surprised at how much I enjoy reliving those moments.
Inspired by this post, putting forth before you, a peek into the days of my life (Yes yes, it is a F.R.I.E.N.D.S reference)
Sitting by yourself in an empty break out room – coke in hand and humming your favorite song – isolated yet connected – inner peace \m/
Wake up late in the morning – get ready slowly – reach work 2 hours late – Team lunch (to top it off donuts) – passing time reading testimonials – mind numbing violin cover – listening to IR with eyes closed – “joint” late night escapade
Bridge Over Troubled Water -> one of the best comforting songs ever. Erases the pain makes me feel so warm and cozy. I have never felt this way about the song. Whether it is the lyrics or the mesmerizing vocals or the sheer beauty of the floating piano notes in the BG really don’t know. But this is one feeling that I can never ever forget.
Hotel California… any time of year, you can find it here..
Here’s to finishing super overdue minor things and my very own super-duper guitar!!! YAY \m/ 🙂
Desperate for Motivation
Okay I really need to stop lazing and type those damn emails and be done with this!
What is it about danger that tempts even the perfectly sane mind? Is it the seemingly aberration liberating one from the mundane world? Is it the heart pounding high and the wobbly knees that you get afterwards? This post continues on from the adventurous safari at Jim Corbett.
After an exciting safari at the Jim Corbett and a long 5 hour drive (without any food thanks to the obnoxious cab driver), we reached Rishikesh. A city scenically located at the spot where the Ganges gushes out of the foothills of the Himalayas and begins her long journey across the plains of India to meet the Bay of Bengal.
En Route to the camp at Shivpuri (roughly 16 kms from Rishikesh), the landscape stretched across like a canvas. The Ganges running next to the winding road and cutting across the thick forests, was a sight to behold. We had chosen to camp with the “Explore Himalayan Adventure” operator.
We got off the jeep and made our way down a small slope to a raft which took us to our camps on the other bank of the river. The tranquility of the Himalayas and the proximity of the Ganga, shadowy environment of the prolific and hilly greens, silvery sand and clear blue skies – it was love at first sight.
After settling down in the camp, we were instructed on the safety guidelines by the operator and we just jumped into the water like kids. The ice-cold water first sent shivers but we soon got used to it and did not simply feel like getting out at all. Attempts to learn swimming, splashing each other with water, it was a fun afternoon.
As the evening fell, we reluctantly came out of the water to set forth for a small hike. The winding path soon had us out of breath but the view on the top was just worth all the effort.
If there is a way to disconnect from the world around, one just has to spend the night on the silver shores of the Ganges. No cell phones, no electricity and no modern world creations. It is just you lying on the soft sands staring at the clearest of clear skies where the stars literally shine like diamonds. A gentle breeze from the river just across you – words cannot describe the feeling of serenity you experience. It was as close to inner peace as I have ever experienced. A camp fire, rounds of laughter and singing and dancing, it was a night to remember forever.
The next morning, it was a quick breakfast and a game of beach volleyball before it was time for the rafting. White water river rafting is one of the best ways to experience the raw power of the swirling river. Wrestling with the unruly rapids with just an inflatable raft and a paddle is as dangerous a sport as it could ever be.
Rafting in Ganga therefore stands out as a lifetime opportunity. We all suited up and moved on to the raft where our guide went over the rowing commands. It turns out paddling through rapids was not scary at all and surprisingly fun – there’s something to be said for the childish adrenaline rush you get out of it.
At several points, it felt as if the river was content ignoring all our futile attempts to row furiously but just casually moving us around. Where the current was relatively calmer, we jumped into the river from the raft and just “hung out” with the Ganges. As the raft slowly approached Rishikesh, one could identify it easily with the colour of the river – a murky brown in contrast to the sparkling clear waters up-stream.
We collected our bags at one of the camps in Rishikesh and made our way back to Delhi for the next leg of our journey. Ganga Mata ki jai!