Slap her / Slap him

How children react to violence against women.. I have been awestruck by the message that this small video conveys. I think the video speaks for itself..

Some might argue.. “Who cares if she is a girl, a guy or an animal. You shouldn’t hit someone because they done nothing to you.” The bottom line is.. kids know what is right and whats wrong.. whilst elders are clueless about their “morals”.

How would you think people would react if this was the other way round.. Slap him?
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Letters

letter, envelope

To,

Mr/Ms/Mrs/all. Visitor,
blogging/unblogging block,
Internet street,
Digital world

Dear wanderlusters,

All of us have been taught how to write letter at school.. formal.. informal.. In todays world its hard to find people using letters as a medium of sharing thoughts and experiences. A small message.. a comment.. a call.. all communication mediums to speed things up.

I find the whole letter idea adorable. Though its a tad bit time consuming, i love it. My parents have shown me a lot of letters that they have received.. both professional and personal. i have read and re read many of them.. some written in hindi.. some in english.. some with beautiful handwritings.. some that are absolutely uncomprehensible. But all in all the whole experience is wonderfull. In fact when i was born most of my relatives were informed about it by letters. The anticipation of sending and receiving a letter is amazing. The wait for the postman near the gate/door.. the tearing open the envelope.. empting the contents of the envelope.. reading it with the whole family around you.. Hmph.. i wish i was alive in that era.  A whole lot of letters have been addressed to me.. bank letters.. college acceptance letter.. subscribe to this and that letters.. happy birthday greeting cards..but not a letter letter.

I would like to complete this unfulfilled desire of mine by writing letters in this platform to distinct people.. some named.. some anonymous, by writting letter in this blog. It sounds a bit stupid as it wont be the same as in physical world. I just thought to give it a try. I am not sure how many of you like or dislike this idea. For all those who do .. please give me your suggestions on to whom i should address these letters in the comment section below or mail me at travels.of.a.wandering.mind@gmail.com

Yours lovingly,

Varsh

From,

varsh
booked domain,
blogpost block,
wordpress steet,
Digital world

FAVOURITES ?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Five a Day.”


Todays prompt: You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?


You have been exiled to a private island and your captors are willing to supply you with five foods and you get to pick/choose them? not even ingredients.. FOODS! And – i am taking a wild guess – you think they will prepare the food and get it to you? Is this captivity or luxury?

I dont think i will have the mind to think and give out names of five foods that will keep me alive. I might as wel tell just give me anything good enough for human consumption or give me nothing.

Not the sort of person who has favourites .. It might seem weird / abnormal.. But i dont have favourites at all (period). I go with whatever is available. I feel awkward when people ask me what is your favourite dish? Who is your favourite actor/actress? Whats your favourite movie? Whats your favourite color? Whats your favourite flower? Whats your favourite ice cream flavour? Aghh..

This is how google describes favourite.. “preferred to all others of the same kind”

I may say , “i like this.. i like that..” but never to the extent to squeal, “ooh this is my absolute favourite!!” Apart from songs, singers, books and instances in life (in general), there don’t seem to be categories which have items labelled with favourites. I might not bother myself enough to label things as favourites.. i do register and note when people around me inform me about their favourites. I try to find a patterns which symbolise something as favourite.. What i have concluded is that it just makes you happy.. Is it important to categorise things as favourites and non favourites.. ?

I wonder how many of you are out there who think the same.. or if i am the only maniac with such crazy logistics. I hope i turn normal.. :/ 😦

WEEKEND + POTTER MANIA

Why do we have weekends? there is just soo much to do! We keep anticipating we are going to have a hell lot of time on weekends and keep pushing work off until then and alas.. we dont complete them. Forget all important tasks and concentrate on doing stuff we shouldnt be doing. Spend the sunday night / monday morning making an attempt to complete a dozen of tasks sue the very next day.I shouldnt be doing this often. 😦

Frankly speaking i dont like holidays as they send my working schedule off track.

I just realised we were given a lot of homework to do and i haven’t even started! Writing this to get my mind off the regret of not doing the homework.

What have i been doing this weekend? The harry potter book series and a course i am doing online.

Most of the courses online usually have multiple choice questions to test your understanding on the subject and grade you accordingly. But this is the first course i have taken apart from the programming ones which require we to submit a written assignment. They present me with a scenario and i have to provide them with a probable solution based on the concepts taught and learnt during that weeks video lectures.

Oops.. i didnt mention the name of the course its Gamification. Its a wonderful concept and course. Its more of stategy combined with psychology than science or buisness..as far as i have observed. There is a lot to tell about this course. Will do it sometime later. Probably when i complete the course. 😛

The other activity that has kept me busy are Harry Potter books. A friend of mine kept me urging since ages to read the book. I on the other hand was reluctant to leave behind the charm that the movies had on me.. which i so adored as a child.. that i had not even laid a hand on them.

I still remember the first time i actually watched the .. chamber of secrets movie. Me and my siblings had gathered up all our pocket money to go buy the movie CDs .. There we were in the store with dad buying the latest Harry Potter DVDs. When we first saw the DVDs encased in a cardboard cover we couldnt help but gaze at it (This was some ten years ago). Ever since i have been in awe of the series. I tried putting up a pic of those DVDs and the cover.. i have been looking for them everywhere but didnt find them. They must be packed in a box in some abscure corner of the house. But those specific images are imprinted in my mind.

Today i finished reading the second book in the series ‘Harry Potter and the chamber of screts’. YAY.. I know this Sounds childish, but duh.. I was introduced to the wonderful world of Hogwarts in childhood.. Its hard not to associate the childish me with it. The book is far more intriguing than the movie. The movies were all made with lot of effort. But after reading the book and watching the movie, i would anyday go for “the book”!

I am now officially a “Potterhead”. 

Potterhead

DECODE ME

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Proud.”


Today’s prompt : When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you.


This got me thinking.. for a long time.. not a good thing i suppose. Frankly speaking i do not remember. Not because there were many instances for me being the reason for someones pride but because the lack of it. I take pride in being who i am.. but sometimes its so hard to convince myself that i am worth being proud of. Wrote this down listening to paramore’s decode track. ( Paramore fanatic here. 🙂 )

Paramore_Decode

you can see me, you can hear me
at times you will ignore me
that doesn’t bother me cause i know
you can’t decode me

you blame me, you hurt me
most times you misjudge me
you don’t understand me cause i know
you can’t decode me

you torment me, you deceit me
you try to intimidate me
but you can’t control me cause i know
you can’t decode me

The day someone decodes me
i know they will be proud of me
for what i was for what i am and
for i have promised myself to be.