13. I love ads!
Yes, I love watching ads. I heart them! I critique them. I collect them. .. paper clippings, videos, virals.. everything I like. There is something absolutely fabulous about being able to tell a story and sell a product, (don't forget the catchy jingle in the background) in less than a minute! In fact it's almost embarrassing to admit that I know which advertising agency is running which brand campaign, which ad guy is responsible for which ad. I heart O & M though it has turned into a mammoth white elephant in some marketing divisions these days.. If I could meet one awesome person who is dead now, that would be David Ogilvy.
14. I doubt love.
I sometimes doubt if love is just a mushy word invented by the capitalist producer to sell is products. Is love a concept invented to sell diamonds, electric cookers, Asian paints, high-end furniture, houses, lipstick and everything else under Sun. Well, I might've lost my mind, but what if we are living our whole lives in a matrix injected with a virus/drug called LOVE :P. Chillax, I just lost my head for a few moments :) But that does not change the fact that 'I doubt love' and I might even be on the capitalist's side
15. I have a love-hate relation with..
my hair. I love those waves and curls. There are days when it takes almost all my will power not to get it cut off into a Halle Berry style shag. I keep toying with the idea of chemical treatments and then think that's not me. To avoid all this drama, I try to ignore my mane. But, it comes in flashes the minute somebody checks out my hair in the middle of a conversation, I keep kicking myself "Just drag your ass to the salon and straighten it out"
16. I'm short.
I'm 156 cm tall and weigh 101 pounds. People say I'm petite. Then some people say I've curves. Then, a lady asked if I got ... a surgery! Yeah, crazy but true!(I was amused too!) It would be a lie to say I have no body issues. On a general note, I love myself and thank God for doing a pretty good job. But there are those days.. even when my weight has never crossed 105 pounds, I feel fat and I feel mad at all the unnecessary curves. I feel sad and bad when strangers ogle me (no! I'm not making it up in my head!) and never look me in the eye. Phew! That was tough to admit... but there, I said it!
17. I love to make lists..
and it genuinely helps me. I like checking off the tasks on my list. But, generally the list is always appended and there's something new! Never-ending 'to-do's - that's me!
18. I love trivia, research and analysis.
I heart trivia! From how many neck bones does a Giraffe has? to What makes Suzanne Vega's 'Tom's Diner so special? to Oxytocin and it effects. I love reading everything under the sun. I love research and analysis - numbers, statistics, polls, conclusions, decisions made from data, synthesizing date. It just turns me on! Oh, btw, I think wikipedia will be my first love forever. I find reading wiki pages therapeutic (yes, I know some of them might be wrong!)
19. I have almost no friends from school.
I have acquaintances from school, but no real friends! That's true. My dad worked as a teacher at the same school. In fact he taught me for an year. Basically, when your dad is teacher at the same school and he is pretty good at getting the needful done by all his students, you don't have many friends in your class. Well, who would want to come to me and bitch about how nasty the teachers are when I'm a teacher's kid!? Moreover, I wasn't great at sports either! I always wanted to live in the Library. That makes a nerd! not the kind who tops in the class, but the kind who would get excited about reading the encyclopedia :)
20. I was pretty 'un-cool' at school.
Everyone knew me at school. No one was a friend. Add to #20. the fact that I was good at co-curricular. I never missed participating in the public-speaking competitions at school. I represented by school in all sorts of inter-school competitions for elocution, essay-writing and every thing of that sort! I remember missing the prize only twice - once at school and once at an inter-school competition. I won at least the second or third if not the first whenever I participated. Oh! Did I mention that it was considered super-cool to be one of the kids in the audience and act as if you did not care about these competitions in my school? Well then, the above details make me the 'un-coolest' one! Who would want to be friends with this girl who is always on stage giving a bhashan or winning a prize? Oh btw, I never needed extra-coaching classes after school. Yeah, I lived during a time when it was considered cool to mob at 'tution-class' :) Do I really feel I missed out on something. Surprisingly 'NO'. I did not have friends at school. That doesn't mean I did not have friends outside school. Honestly some of them much more cooler than my school kids. I felt more socially accepted among them. I never needed to 'live up' to many perceived 'cool standards.'
21. I cook with colors.
Yes, as much as taste is important for me, I always love to cook with lots of color. Lack of color is one of the reasons I don't prefer cooking some Indian recipes. (Yes, some of the Indian recipes are just dipped in all-consuming brown color due to excessive masala. Another important reason being excessive usage of chilli powder and unhealthy methods of cooking like deep frying in a pool of oil!) I love my food to have the playfulness of red, green and yellow peppers, the earthiness of mushrooms, the lushness of parsley, the happiness of carrots, the balance of cabbage. Yes, that's how I cook (and think)
22. I believe real cooking is an art, balance, meditation and love.
Now, I never cook on all days of a week. Cooking everyday will make it a chore and I'll hate it. But when I do cook, I make a genuine effort to make it healthy and tasty. When I cook for somebody I like and care, I make an extra effort. This is what I believe - The food you serve to this person is actually your gift to them. It's going to become a part of them - their muscle, blood and energy. Make it as beautiful and tasty as possible without dipping it in excessive oil, spices and salt. I know all of them add taste. But it takes a really skillful cook to achieve taste with restraint. It's like creating a painting which makes you fall in love, but is elusive enough that you can't figure what made you fall in love. Can there be a better gift? So put you heart and soul into it.
23. I can't watch reality TV
Most reality shows disgust me. This is a personal opinion. I'm sorry for offending all those people out there. I don't have it in me to watch people on reality shows. It turns me off to see people fall over each other to achieve things or impress people who aren't the best of people or things on the earth. I really can't watch the drama, the name-calling, the emotions which are mostly fake. I wouldn't say all reality shows are bad. I think Project Runway is really neat and real. I think Rahul ka Swayamvar and Splitville are pure hogwash and I can't stand them. I can watch such s**t only when I've totally lost my trust in mankind and it's purpose on earth. I'm not judging people who watch them or enjoy them.
24. I love manga, comics and animation movies and movies in general
Let's face it. I cry watching some movies (That was tough to admit! But I do.) I cried when Harvey Milk got shot in the movie and you hear his voice over about his purpose in life. I cried during Finding Nemo - not like 'bo-hooo-Nemo-got-lost!', but more like 'This-is-what-family-love-is. They-find-you-and-protect-you.' I cried when I watched Ratatouille. That was sooo Pixar man! I mean 'don't-give-up-on-your-dreams-even-if -you-are-surrounded-by-other-rats-who-eat-garbasge' kinda happy tears. Cmon! I like being a little kid who has a lot of happy tears sometimes (*sniff* *sniff*) . I love Manga! Those Japanese comics just drive me crazy with excitement. Read the Gauken Alice series on onemanga.com if you want to know what I mean. One day, I want to buy all the marvel comics and read crazy while I binge on spicy peanuts. Like a 'Comics-meets-Peanuts' marathon!
25. Phew! I can't think of one more crazy thing about me! Even if I know some more I don't want to write. You tell me!
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