Get ready to ramble!

As you might already know, February is the month of rambling – thanks to the awesome Lady at Shail’s Nest.

You post about anything that catches your attention at the moment or tell a story you just remembered or post flash fiction or rant or just go on rambling every single day in February. It is also a blog hop, so you meet and greet your fellow Ramblers.

January has almost ended. 2017 has begun. February is about to start. Why am I stating the obvious? Because I am getting in the groove for rambling.

Just so you know, I have resumed my shooting practice this week. It has become such an integral part of my life now that I was feeling restless in the one month of ‘rest’ that I was forced into.

What am I going to ramble about this year? I don’t know. Can you plan rambling? Then it is not rambling.

Maybe I’ll talk about things I have started this year. Like driving. I knew driving since I was 16. Being under age, I was not allowed to drive outside our compound. Somehow, the under age/ un-prepared tag stuck till 30! Better late than never, they say! So yeah, I am experiencing the adrenaline rush that a teen has when he first rides a moped by himself or when a child rides a bicycle without training wheels. It is empowering too. Gives a feeling of being in control. Sheesh, I rambled about driving here itself. What shall I ramble about in the Ramblings now?!

Twenty-sixth ramble

I am on a vacation.

We have a nice beach attached to the hotel, and right now I am sitting on the much windy beach. In the three days that we spent here, the sea was in very different forms. Our first visit to Al Khan was during one of the days when the sea was active – white frothy waves rising to moderate heights but hitting the shores real hard. 

The first evening that we came here, there were no waves at all. I have never seen this silent a sea. We just sat at the beach half an hour before sunset. No camera handy. That is when the colours of nature decided to manifest their beauty. The sky was split in three colour palettes – orange and violet, indigo and blue, yellow and red. The clouds spread themselves sparse…with the most fluffy elongated patterns I have seen. The sea reflected them all. Here I was, on the shores of the Gulf, drinking in the wonderful painting. 

There were just one or two speed boats, cutting the calmness once in a while. Nobody else was on the beach. A wonder, considering the influx of tourists in Sharjah. He was lamenting the non-availability of camera, that’s when I thought of it. Till then I was so absorbed in the scene that I decided not to think of pictures. I wanted to remember it like I felt it and longed to paint it – or for someone else to paint it, because I am the lousiest of painters times have ever seen. I could always paint it with words, I thought. I am keeping them close, for story I’ll write someday.

The sea here is blue-green. The kind I had not seen yet. I had either seen blue or green or brown sea. A cat kept walking from one end to another, maybe on lookout for gulls. There were only a few, flying close to the water far from the shore-line. Planes flying seemed to do so on a canvas…as if a plane flying through Van Gogh’s starry nights.

Next day, waves were gentle, playful. People were enjoying ‘wave bashing’ if I may be audacious enough to coin the term. A nice sunny day, perfect for a beach holiday. Today, red flags are up. The sea is strong, jet skis are out and the riders are having a blast. A little drizzle was threatening rain, but seems that rains have been put on hold for now.

Same place. Three days. Such different weather. Isn’t that true of our person too? 🙂

Twenty third ramble


When I eat pizza, I order it almost every week. This happens with other junk food too.

The phone is so handy and the bank balance is so abundant that I desist from making myself some healthy alternatives.

Ultimately, within 6 months I put on kilos of weight. A corollary to this is that if I stop eating pizza, I lose kilos of weight. 

Pizza or other junk food is an indicator of what actually is going on in life. Binges are inspired either by too much happiness or too much sadness. 

It takes your mind off certain matters. Short term gratification. Why don’t we binge on useful stuff then? 


Twenty second ramble


I am not too sure about my stand on it. I know the correct definition, yes. I do agree that both men and women should have equal rights.

In identifying myself as a feminist, I feel like a fraud. So I subtly move out of discussions involving the subject.

If you for once, put aside the more serious issues of women being denied basic rights, I think calling myself a feminist when I myself am not ready to pitch for me as an equal in the family is hypocrisy. Only the other day I had this discussion with my friend.

To top it, I actually understand Ayn Rand’s stand against feminism ( though I do disagree with the part about no woman should be the President ). She says, it is the battle of the fittest – be it a woman or a man – they get they due only if they go for it and that nobody should demand that they be equal, they must command their own status. 

Coming back to me and feminism. I feel my views warping, when I listen to certain statements about the roles of women in the family and the necessity of them doing the major nurturing for the family to stay together and naturally, reducing their work commitments voluntarily to look after the family. I find myself nodding my head to these thoughts. So if I want to work full fledged, but am caving in just to adhere to these defined gender roles, am I being a true feminist?

Well, this is not an issue of global proportions, but it is of vital importance in my life – that puts me in a difficult situation where I think I would be a hypocrite if I called myself a feminist despite not standing up for what I want in my life. Or rather because I cannot make the family share the household chores regardless of gender. 

Ayn Rand or feminism? Hard choice to make. I shall choose one for me, someday.

Twenty first ramble


I have been dreading writing about this lest I invoke a volley of troll comments. Well, I find myself apathetic about this issue – because I feel it is pointless to classify a whole nation based on certain events.

We are not intolerant. We are confused.

We are confused about who is right? The government is right, or the media is right, or the intellectuals are right, or the ones claiming intellectuals are in fact pseudo-intellectuals are right.


The best path forward is to deal with issues at our level – wherever you are, if you feel you are being victimised because of intolerance, step up and say so. Just leave the nation out of it. 

Indian is far big an entity to be labelled entirely tolerant or entirely intolerant. Though on the whole, India at this time can be labelled confused entirely 😉