For a long time I've been thinking, there are so many little things that we notice each day. I'm going to start writing them down as each day goes by...
Day 1 (Thursday)
I'm on my way back from a meeting at Malad, and in the train, on one of the stations, a transgender walked in. Most of the times they're loud, garish and overtly obvious. She was different. I would call her 'she' because she was one. Graceful, beautiful and very feminine. Clad in a short kurta with pants and a duppatta, she was dressed like any tall big woman would be. Of course she didn't hold herself in the way women would, she was comfortable the way she was. I think that's what matters. Her eyes were the most striking feature of all, sharp, deep black, kind, tender and smiling. When a fellow passenger was attempting to get in, she was looking at her just like we would and she mildly reproached her. I think, with that small an interaction, not that I spoke to her, I was merely observing. One thing I noticed was, the more uncomfortable we are with ourselves, the more uncomfortable people around us are. At the end of the day, the way we feel, is the way others are going to feel about us. She was so calm, composed and alright with herself, that no body gave her a second glance. There was only an acknowledgment of her being there and that was it. Business as usual.
Day 2 (Thursday)
In the same train, while I was getting ready to step down, I observed yet another thing. There was a small school boy. He must've been around 12 years old. He was wearing the school uniform which looked like one of the local municipal schools. Carrying a huge bag on his back, he was waiting in the queue to get down. A peculiar observation amidst this rush, his bag strap, the one that was across his shoulder, had inscribed with blue ball pen, the word A K O N. Set me thinking, is this the same group who sang, "I'm so lonely" I think it is. If it is. It is another indication of the growing influence of English songs on the children today.
In the same context, (of global impact), I'd gone for a dinner party to a friend of my mother's recently. We were having a discussion on various topics and at that time, a person, made this comment which I found to be logical in more ways than one. He said, "I am not a representative of the country I belong to anymore. I have become a part of the homogeneous global youth. We dress similarly, we speak the same language, and we think more or less aligned."
Day 3 (Friday)
Friends and joy are such instinctual reactions that sometimes we tend to take it for granted. Today, I was pleasantly surprised to see a show of affection. Amidst all the hue and cry about Public Display of Affection, diverse sexual orientations and everything, I saw today, two girlfriends chatting animatedly with each other. They hugged, they gave each other pecks on their cheeks, they laughed with their hearts open, and they smiled with so much warmth, it was beautiful to just see them. When one of them got down at a station, I was looking at the other one and I saw, just as one would like to cuddle up with a bag, or with anything in our hands to think of the warmth we've just shared, she was holding her bag against her chest and giving herself a nice hug with it. She was looking out of the window, breeze blowing against her hair and she was smiling. Smiling thinking of the times spent, smiling because she was happy.
:)
I'm currently reading "Gone with the wind" by Margaret Mitchell. Tomorrow's another day.
Day 1 (Thursday)
I'm on my way back from a meeting at Malad, and in the train, on one of the stations, a transgender walked in. Most of the times they're loud, garish and overtly obvious. She was different. I would call her 'she' because she was one. Graceful, beautiful and very feminine. Clad in a short kurta with pants and a duppatta, she was dressed like any tall big woman would be. Of course she didn't hold herself in the way women would, she was comfortable the way she was. I think that's what matters. Her eyes were the most striking feature of all, sharp, deep black, kind, tender and smiling. When a fellow passenger was attempting to get in, she was looking at her just like we would and she mildly reproached her. I think, with that small an interaction, not that I spoke to her, I was merely observing. One thing I noticed was, the more uncomfortable we are with ourselves, the more uncomfortable people around us are. At the end of the day, the way we feel, is the way others are going to feel about us. She was so calm, composed and alright with herself, that no body gave her a second glance. There was only an acknowledgment of her being there and that was it. Business as usual.
Day 2 (Thursday)
In the same train, while I was getting ready to step down, I observed yet another thing. There was a small school boy. He must've been around 12 years old. He was wearing the school uniform which looked like one of the local municipal schools. Carrying a huge bag on his back, he was waiting in the queue to get down. A peculiar observation amidst this rush, his bag strap, the one that was across his shoulder, had inscribed with blue ball pen, the word A K O N. Set me thinking, is this the same group who sang, "I'm so lonely" I think it is. If it is. It is another indication of the growing influence of English songs on the children today.
In the same context, (of global impact), I'd gone for a dinner party to a friend of my mother's recently. We were having a discussion on various topics and at that time, a person, made this comment which I found to be logical in more ways than one. He said, "I am not a representative of the country I belong to anymore. I have become a part of the homogeneous global youth. We dress similarly, we speak the same language, and we think more or less aligned."
Day 3 (Friday)
Friends and joy are such instinctual reactions that sometimes we tend to take it for granted. Today, I was pleasantly surprised to see a show of affection. Amidst all the hue and cry about Public Display of Affection, diverse sexual orientations and everything, I saw today, two girlfriends chatting animatedly with each other. They hugged, they gave each other pecks on their cheeks, they laughed with their hearts open, and they smiled with so much warmth, it was beautiful to just see them. When one of them got down at a station, I was looking at the other one and I saw, just as one would like to cuddle up with a bag, or with anything in our hands to think of the warmth we've just shared, she was holding her bag against her chest and giving herself a nice hug with it. She was looking out of the window, breeze blowing against her hair and she was smiling. Smiling thinking of the times spent, smiling because she was happy.
:)
I'm currently reading "Gone with the wind" by Margaret Mitchell. Tomorrow's another day.
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