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Stage 37: The final act.

She plucked the eyeshadow palette off of the cluttered dresser. It was hard to see in the dimly lit room but nevertheless she applied the pigment to her lids like a seasoned professional.

A tube-light flickered in a distant corner of the cramped room. Undeterred, she masterfully coated her lips with deep red paint. Next was the highlighter- the highlighter was most important. Anong had always said that next to a good pair, glitter was the way to a man’s heart. She glanced at the clock as she simultaneously swept a brush across her cheekbones, leaving a trail of arrogant shimmer.

5 o’clock.

Her eyes, now relaxed, fell upon her face. She lifted her hands up to her cheeks, her fingers tugging with a gentle persuasion at her skin. It was a futile attempt to smoothen out the various creases that had formed over the last few years. She had wondered where, when and how the lines had crept up, wondered whether they were demons of accumulated stress or scars of surreptitious smiles, wondered whether she could have done anything to avoid them- whether she could do anything to stop them.

“15 MINUTES LOVE” a voice boomed from the room next door.

Snapped out of her resentful trance she diverted her attention to her hair; an asset age hadn’t managed to claim. She caught a glimpse of Serena entering the room behind her, cuing her to finish up, and prompting feelings of jealous detest. Serena who was unaware of the feelings she harboured, smiled respectfully- she smiled back dutifully.

However now rushed, she added the finishing touches to her hair; a sprinkle of glitter and a generous amount of hairspray. She pushed a bouquet of feather boa’s aside and set down her curling iron. It was time.

5:30 am.

She emerged through the colored plastic beads onto the stage. The epileptic lights beat harshly against her bright makeup, a comatic combination for the exhilarated men in the room. She lived for this moment- The feeling of having control over every soul in the room was orgasmic. But when she danced, it was even better. She knew the people watching weren’t themselves anymore- she knew they were in a lucid state, completely and utterly enthralled in her, their minds vacuous stores, ready to be filled with every move she made. Although she was the one in garments that left nothing to the imagination, the people watching her were the ones exposed.

5:50 am.

She had their souls… They were hers to take and Anong had always said that a person who attained souls was wealthier than a person who attained capital.

Inebriated with her own grace, she made sure she never made eye contact with anyone; that was the most common mistake. Direct contact was harmful but inevitably, without fail, it happened…  Although their attention was intoxicating, eventually, an excess of anything becomes unendurable, intolerable… poisonous.

In this case their poisonous glances induced disgust. Her command over drooling dogs no longer held its appeal and that, was the result of tasting the forbidden fruit.

Holding her surreptitious gaze she slid down the pole.

6:00 am.

Carrying an un-communicated sombre aura she retreated into the containment of the beads. Todays performance had drained her soul entirely. She could not revitalize herself with the usual dose of a content audience – today their whistles sounded more like the cries of hungry mongrels.

But, as if they had heard her silent flee, the intrusive cheers drooled through the beads as an inescapable voice reverberated from the stage finding its way to her hesitantly welcoming ears- “Another round of applause, you bastards for the Queen herself… Our very own, Queen of Bangkok”.

‘Queen’. She cherished the words as she dressed up for her final act.

“Anurak! You’re home ! How was work today?… My god you look tired-  they need to stop calling you in for those night shifts. Why I should go down there and have a chat with your boss.Honestly, yours must be the first postoffice to get midnight influxes”

“Oh nothing… The usual- as you said- influx of packages, they needed me. No. Don’t worry your pretty little head Anong- I can handle it” he sneered back, planting a kiss on his wife’s cheek.

The final act had begun.

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Stage 35: #TheIdiotAwarenessCampaign

I see a very interesting attitude plaguing the majority of millennials; The ‘life is monotonous and I need an escape from its dull, overbearing tedium’ syndrome. A mouthful of words and an unnerving concept for me to grasp because I myself am going through a ‘holy moley how am I so ignorant’ phase.

And no this post is not about the adrenaline junkies who crave for a break from their daily drills or the people who don’t see the enjoyment in leading our lives as machines     (although i would much prefer you did something about the drab rather than complain routinely).

No, this months dedicated rant is for those lazy lumps who think they’re above the world- the ones who are so engrossed in their pity party that they forget we have the luxury of learning with the click of a button, with the push of a finger, with the touch of a tab. The ones so cocooned in their preconceived notions of humans that they forget we live in a world inhabited by highly functioning psychopaths and reclusive introverts, in a world where there are left and right ideals, in a world where some perform in the arts and others succeed in the sciences. The people so sheltered by their ignorance that they forget there is literally a universe to explore.

I fail to see how one can be so bored with what life has to offer when there is so much you have yet to experience. You’ve failed to discover it, yet you’re bored of it. That’s like Columbus turning his ship around after spotting the new world on the horizon, deciding it wasn’t worth his time.

So if you ever come across a person like this please feel free to direct them towards the following video.



The TellTale Traits of someone with tedium syndrome.

  1. They say things like ‘life is monotonous and I need an escape from its dull, overbearing tedium’… well not exactly.. probably a less syntax heavy expression.
  2. They’re 76% of the people that say ‘nm bored u?’.
  3. Almost always the first person to watch your Snapchat story or like your Instagram picture.
  4. ALWAYS free to complain
  5. Most likely to think left and right winged are ‘aeroplane terms’ (Fun fact: This is a question I have actually been asked. Funner fact: The person is enrolled in an aviation academy.

 #TheIdiotAwarenessCampaign – Perhaps a series to come. 



 

 

Stage 34: The problem.

A middle aged wealthy Man sits in his 4BHk apartment in Mumbai watching the presidential elections on Fox news. ‘Ah’ he thinks to himself, ‘What a time it is to be alive… a woman contending to run the most powerful nation on the planet. Equality has truly been achieved’ he says as his son watches item songs in the next room.

The Man glancing at the grandfather clock, shouts for his evening tea. His wife realising the maid is attending her 10 year old daughter’s wedding in a nearby village, scurries to make the tea herself.

He switches channels mechanically as a girl in a neighboring building is being dragged into a room, her underwear ripped off and her genitals being “circumcised” to rid of her unnatural sexual urges.

The man impatiently inquires as to what is taking the tea so long, incessantly stating how late it is, as a woman down the street waits for her impending bus which carries a predator and his natural sexual urges.

Somewhere in another shanty town a boy dumps his books and ditches school to play cricket with his friends while his older sister prepares meals for her family, having giving up attempting to read the unfamiliar markings on her brother’s textbooks a long time ago. The man back in Mumbai finally receives his Chai; ‘Ah’ he exclaims, ‘you forgot the sugar’.



There is a problem in India. A serious one.

There are problems in India. Serious ones.

And the only reason they aren’t being recognised is the misconception that equality has been achieved. Comments like ‘ Hey, even the West hasn’t had a female president dude, but we have’ help people like me identify the problem; the problem lies within the fact that we compare our battle with the most popular one but in reality we are multitudes of phases behind them. In the West problems like the wage gap are addressed by feminists but in India we cannot simply skip over and address that same problem when most women aren’t even educated enough to do those jobs.

The problem lies within all of India; each religion, socioeconomic group, age, gender and occupation. However if the most educated, most privileged of those people fail to recognise it then how can we expect anyone else to.

featured image from http://www.dnaindia.com

Stage 21: Unspoken bonds (part 1..)

Trust.

What is trust?

It’s a band stretched to its elastic potential, which (if you paid attention in Physics) requires equal amounts of effort. This ‘effort’ requires the constant reassurance that the other person wont let you down.That they share the same understanding that you do and that they are ready for every term this agreement offers; the good and the bad.

A tub of Honesty, a  can of Wholeheartedness, a pinch of Compromise and a willing Sous chef


These promises all translate into unimpeachable relationships.

Well, in a perfect world they do

Just don’t let go of your end