Name: Mystique
From: Bombay, India
About me: Nothing to say.I am self-explanatory. I am Mystique. Actually, there's no point writing much here, because you can't know about me unless you know me in person. Or know of me. Whatever. I don't like the norms set down by society. I see no reason to follow them. They're very hypocritical. Therefore, I do what seems logical to me. Now whether that falls into the 'norms' or not...couldn't care less. facebook says I'm 61% normal. I assure you it's wrong......after all, who's facebook to decide? just ask my friends, I'm actually more like a variable percentage.
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Randomized thoughts of Mystique
Wednesday, 8 July 2009,06:40
8 am rant about the rain
Yes, I know everyone's been on about late monsoons and all. I know people who're nauseating in their love for the rain.
Not me.
I can manage a drizzle, yes. Those ten minutes between drizzle and I-need-shelter-now rain, I can manage.
What I detest is the kind of rain that gets EVERYWHERE. In your shoes and in your clothes. Through windows and doors. Into your very being.
I do enjoy this rain, when I'm indoors. When I can cuddle up with a mocha and a blanket and rum. And a movie.
But that's when I genuinely have nothing to do.
This rain is crippling me. It's crippling everyone on the Western Line (I take the train from Dadar) It started the minute I woke up. I had to brush my teeth to the sounds of my aunt making frantic phone calls to see if trains were running.
"Won't be on till evening, you have to stay here"
My house, everyone has disaster mentality, I tell you.
So here I am, my first lecture starts in 5 minutes (didn't want to attend that one anyway) and I'm stuck in a home that is not my own. With no mocha and definitely no rum. And no good company (or a means of gathering good company).
Grumpiness abounds. I need out.
Not me.
I can manage a drizzle, yes. Those ten minutes between drizzle and I-need-shelter-now rain, I can manage.
What I detest is the kind of rain that gets EVERYWHERE. In your shoes and in your clothes. Through windows and doors. Into your very being.
I do enjoy this rain, when I'm indoors. When I can cuddle up with a mocha and a blanket and rum. And a movie.
But that's when I genuinely have nothing to do.
This rain is crippling me. It's crippling everyone on the Western Line (I take the train from Dadar) It started the minute I woke up. I had to brush my teeth to the sounds of my aunt making frantic phone calls to see if trains were running.
"Won't be on till evening, you have to stay here"
My house, everyone has disaster mentality, I tell you.
So here I am, my first lecture starts in 5 minutes (didn't want to attend that one anyway) and I'm stuck in a home that is not my own. With no mocha and definitely no rum. And no good company (or a means of gathering good company).
Grumpiness abounds. I need out.
Friday, 3 July 2009,14:44
Finally. Finally
"They're decriminalising homosexuality!", I told mom a few days ago.
"What, it's illegal?" she asked.
Well, not anymore. The Delhi high court has finally legalised private consensual gay sex between adults. The gay community is rejoicing. And of course. Society is still slowly assimilating homosexuality, but at least gay people don't have to worry about breaking the law anymore.
It all boils down to this I suppose, our deep rooted distrust, suspicion, fear, of people who are in some way different. Why should gay people be treated any differently? In fact, you can almost say that their hearts are more open than others...We (at least I) don't discriminate between religion and race when it comes to love. They don't even discriminate against gender. And thus I say that Gay people, bi people, have large hearts. It's all about love. The sex, that comes with the love.
And, well, if it's just lust, you can't help who you're attracted to. You don't choose who you're attracted to, do you?
Religious groups all over India fail to see this (they're all about the sex, you see?)
Taken from the Hindustan TImes articles about the desicion, the following quotes. You can almost SEE the disapproving faces, hear the condemning tones. These people just DON'T see the love, do they? Can LOVE ever be unnatural? And when it comes to the sex, some things that people are into are very kinky indeed (bondage. Sado-masochism.) and THAT'S not illegal. (Ok I think I lost my point here.)
Swami Ramdev says that homosexuals need to be hospitalised.
Kamal Farooqui of the Muslim Personal law board says that no Muslim in the world, let alone India, can ever support it.
The president of the SGPC has said that homosexuality is disgraceful and takes you away from the path of God. Um, how exactly?
Look, people. Has GOD ever said anything against homosexuality? I'm sure MY God hasn't. He believes in being yourself. And gay, it's not something to become. It's not a CHOICE. Religion, mind you, is a product of man. And therefore, like ALL products of man, it is flawed in this case.
It all boils down to our refusal to accept anything that's different. Anything.
THEN there are the arguments that say that this is against our culture. But what use is a culture that is static? Society and culture are constantly fluctuating to accept new ideas and discard the putdated ones. Buhleeve you me, if 'culture' was static, girls wouldn't be allowed study. In THIS day and age. YEAH.
Chief Justice Ajit Prakash Shah of the Delhi high court ruled over the judgement. THAT is the kind of legal body we need. These are the people we need to run our country. We can absolutely NOT stick with old biases.
I'm gonna end with a question that I hope someone will answer. Delhi, Chennai and Bangalore held the Queer pride Parade, both last year and this year.
Why not Bombay?
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PS. : I know I'm probably too young to be writing about such issues. But this is one I feel very strongly about. There is nothing unnatural about being homosexual, bisexual, transgender, straight whatever. I feel that everyone should be allowed to express themselves freely, that they shouldn't have to be ashamed of who they are. Whatever it is that they are.
Labels: happiness, irrational world, news, sex
Wednesday, 1 July 2009,17:35
Jai Hind.
Damn I love this place.
LEctures start tomorrow.....here's to a new era of the life of Myst.
Saturday, 27 June 2009,07:55
The stress of moving to a new city had been getting to her.
She needed an outlet.
"Maybe it would help if I started smoking," she mused aloud, "But I shouldn't."
"Really?", asked her best friend. He moved his half-smoked cigarette towards her mouth temptingly.
"Screw devil's advocate, call me...Satan"
She looked doubtfully at the stub in his fingers
As the smoke blew out of her mouth, she could have sworn she saw his eyes glint red...
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ReLAX. I haven't started smoking. Not happening anytime soon. But the devil's advocate line was pulled on me. By Satan, hah.
Labels: friends, irritants, Mumbai, my rambled writings
Monday, 22 June 2009,09:41
It RAINED. And even though I live on the main road in urban jungle, I could smell that smell, the smell of freshly rained-on mud. Bliss.
Of course, it wasn't so blissy when I had to go out and the rain got at my feet and it was all icky and muddy, no, that part I'm not used to. Yet. It will change, I guess.
I'm loving this wonderful breeze though.
Things are looking up, I'm super-psyched about the BA at Jai Hind, because I have THE best subjects. English, french, psych, Literature, Philosophy. There is nothing there that I don't want. Nothing at all.
My best friend is back in Bombay, which means that I once again have to carefully watch my words for latent innuendo. Sigh. Can never drop my guard with him around.
The pissing off part is his Vodafone numbers been deactivated and I'm supposed to meet him today. Sigh.
So yes, life is definitely in an upward direction now....
Mom says I'm much calmer than I was when she first got here. Maybe I am, I suppose. I've been through a lot in that month I was alone here, learnt a lot. And come out a little wiser. And, well, happy, I guess. I'm 17 and right now it fels like I'm on a cliff with the whole world in front of me. I have no stories to tell...yet.
But I will soon have them.
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We were invited to dinner by dad's IIT friends yesterday night, and from yesterdays conversations I conclude thus : All IITians have the same sense of humor. Sigh. And it IS hereditary.
Tuesday, 16 June 2009,21:36
Frankie says RELAX
Lessons learnt over the past three days fron life, Zaiu, mom and Jai Hind college:
Yours truly cannot survive this city if she doesn't learn how to RELAX.
And no, relax doesn't mean sleep 16 hours a day.
Currently I'm like a coiled spring, waiting, planning, what to do next, where to go next. I FEEL tense. So yes. I need to relax.
I need to run, too.
Today, I suppose, was the final straw. But it's normal Bombay too. I had to wait 3 hours at Jai Hind for the BMM merit list.
In those three hours, I drank a red bull, I paced irritatedly up and down A-road. I sat at marine drive for 10 minutes. I paced some more. I read. I listened to music. I paced.
I grumbled to myself.
Yeah, that's gotta stop.
I finally sat down with someone, I was greeted with the words "Are you all right? You look like you're gonna throw up."
Sigh.
Tomorrow. I start running.
PS. I got BA at Jai Hind, not BMM though. St Xavier's list is out tomorrow.
Labels: college, irritants, journal, mom, Mumbai, observations, thoughts
Friday, 12 June 2009,19:17
Movie Time.
Yesterday was 99.
Today was Angels and Demons.
None of them disappointed.
Please watch both.
more life updates due when I, um, get a life.
lol.