Sunday, July 25, 2010

Suburban Girl

"Archie Knox: Why won't you marry me?
Brett Eisenberg: Are you asking me to explain?
Archie Knox: Yes, I am

Brett Eisenberg: When I look at you, I see a teacher. But when you look at me, you see a student. Because you like to run away. It's part of who you are. Because, in the end, a girl can't grow up until she looses a father and leaves an Archie"

Background: Insomania Ofcourse! Why is my every thought related to insomnia?  In one of the episodes of HIMYM, Ted Mosby reminiscences that nothing good happens after 2 am in my case, the bulb always lights up after 2 am, in short all my major turning-points are the result of the introspective sessions I have after 2 am, when the coffee strikes my brain and I am usually curled up on the sofa with a book in hand or a remote control.
Some days back, it was the Remote control, and "Suburban Girl" playing on Zee Studio. Alec Baldwin commands you to stop and take notice so I did. Whats so good about the movie? In the strictest sense, its the typical Hollywood Drama/ Romance which would fail if a remake was made in Bollywood,but like many other flops that somehow teach me something suburban girl taught me something too.

Lesson: We always have choices in life, even the most pessimistic person on earth has a choice to alter his/her lifestyle, one just has to see it. I remember way back when I first entered the corporate world in one of the pseudo-intellectual sessions (The boring HR ones, that claim to make you a better person but basically suck) I was asked if I regret anything in my life and I said NO, I dont. In retrospection, I still dont. I could have made different choices opening up a different path altogether, kind of a alternative timeline but I dont wish for that. I have thoroughly enjoyed every moment of being alive, sufficiently mourned for all the sad moments, given the right amount of attention and love to all those I came across, made my share of mistakes and learnt from them.

So why this reassesment now? Well, lately I was wondering if all that I lost along the way was worth it? The kind of thoughts that seep through your subconcious mind and make u think at nights (Actually I think its coffee!). And I have the answer, I made the right choice! Not because its a temporary high phase, not because I need to feed my ego, not because I want to show the finger to all those who doubted me but just because I made it, I just realised that Right or wrong depends on u, noone else can judge ur decisions because noone else knows u as well as u do. I could've taken suggestions, closed my eyes and let destiny decide for me, but would that feel mine? That would have been an escape, a selection of someone to blame if things go wrong and in my dream world things never go wrong. (When they do, I just change the tags ;-))

Conclusion: Again refering to HIMYM:
" TED:No, it's not an adventure, it's a mistake!

 LILY: OK, yes it's a mistake. I know it's a mistake, but there are certain things in life where you know it's a mistake but you don't really know it's a mistake because the only way to really know it's a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say 'yep, that was a mistake.' So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because then you'd go your whole life not knowing if something is a mistake or not. And dammit, I've made no mistakes! I've done all of this; my life, my relationship, my career, mistake-free. Does any of this make sense to you?

Maybe it doesnt, but to me it does :-) And thats all that matters at the end of the day. I stand because of the choices I made, not because destiny pushed me there and thats a relief. So in conclusion, just like the Suburban Girl, I am growing up (At 26 :-)),making my own decisions, laughing at my mistakes, falling in love with myself w/o the doubts of teenage and enjoying every moment of it, every tear of it coz thats how we learn. There's no escape to learning, no 'shortcut to happiness' (Another Baldwin movie, I loved). All of it is just worth it!

Monday, July 19, 2010

Maid of Honour

This one is dedicated to a girl-woman I have known for the last decade. Like every other girl-next-door, even she had dreams and aspirations; dreams in-line with her circumstances.And I have seen her work really hard to achieve them. She was a practical gal, so she did not wish for a Switzerland trip, or Mercs and Bentleys the only thing she wished for was a happy marriage.She started her day at 6 in morn and worked till eve to save money for the grand day and when the time came her only demand was for that of a non-alcoholic husband, a wish rare in her strata of society.Over the years, she did not budge from this one demand, rejected the prospective grooms her poverty struck parents threw at her, earned the mocking glares of her relatives for her ego (a word equivalent to havoc in her society) but she was adamant and I admired her. She had every right to demand given the hardships life had thrown at her.


And then the day finally arrived,there were no compromises as she happily informed us all that finally she had found her match. Her happiness was infectious and away she went... only to return some years later with a baby, an unexplainable disease that clubbed her feet and numerous scars on her fragile frame that narrated the abuse her alcoholic husband inflicted on her.

She smiled as she blamed her fate as there was no single person she could blame. Not her parents coz they just wanted to finish their responsibility by marrying her off. Not her husband because he did not even know how important it was for her and for him it was the way wives were to be treated and she fought as long as she could. But now the glint in her eyes is gone as she has given up her fight against her luck.

"Maybe I demanded too much, Did I?" she asked me the other day.

I had no answer. I wanted to assure her that her one wish was justified. That she did not deserve what she got, She had the right for that one thing when she was ready to compromise on everything else. But her condition made me shut up, as I realised that given my comforts and luxuries I can only give her false assurances, long stupid lectures on women rights, philosphical passages bootlegged from books she could never read but I can never be her and face the heat. I am shamed by her strength. My only regret is the unfairness of it all.

She damn well had every right to her wish, a practical, fair, logical one that would have assured her life-long happiness. But then how many of us really get that? The repurcussions are maybe not that grotesque but we do compromise, even if we claim to hate that word, we do just that.The journey through the real world begins with a compromise as we let go of certain long held principles to embrace the happiness life throws at us.

Its simple, life in fiction, in thoughts is easy, where we live by our own rules. The moment you step in the real world, the first project we are given checks our Rigidity and then its upto us to break or bend.

After seeing my broken idol,I am learning to bend. Is it worth it though?

Only time will tell.